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Preston

The Silent Scout

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a character in “Exodus: Aeon”, as played by The Apprentice

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The backup defensive and scouting team on board the UEGS Marco Polo.

Description

APPEARANCE
Species: Human.
Age: Currently 21.
Height: 5'7'' as of current date.
Weight: 130lbs currently.
Build: Thin, but athletic.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Hair: Dark brown, appears black.
Skin: A light, olive-tan.
Tattoos/Markings/Scars: One scar on the left side of his neck, from his ear to the beginning of his jaw. Two tiny scars on his upper lip that are covered by his facial hair, and a birthmark on his right foot.

Bio/Summary: Preston currently stands a bit shorter than most human males, and about an inch or half shorter than his identical twin, James. His build is thin, but "athletic," stemming from his high metabolism and exercise. Due to the U.E.G.s relaxed regulation rules for mercenaries and his own personal preference, he keeps his hair at medium length, though a bit more on the long side, the back of his hair touching just a bit below his shoulders, while the front comes down to his jaw. He keeps his hair brushed to one side, and also sports a full beard, which he keeps well groomed. The scars on his lip were obtained when he was mauled by his dog as a kid, and the scar on his neck is from surgery, though he tends to hide it with his hair. He also speaks with a Texas dialect, and, like his brother, occasionally swears in Spanish.


PERSONALITY
Preston is quiet, usually sitting alone in his room, praying, smoking cigarettes, or somewhere on the ship. He doesn't talk much, and seeing him smile is a rarity. Preferring to listen, only speaking when he feels that he needs to, and when he does, it's usually only a few words. This doesn't mean he's anti-social, the reality being he doesn't want to upset anyone and just doesn't get excited as easily. However stoic he can be, he cares and loves his brother and friends more than himself, putting them first and himself second, and would do anything to keep them alive, without regard to his own life. Occasionally he can be pretty talkative and cheerful when the mood is right, or when he's around people that he trusts. It's near impossible to make him upset, due to his nature, though he will lash out if he is provoked enough. Regardless, he is very caring and loyal to those he serves with.

He has a complex view of the world, seeing it in both a cynical and hopeful view; the world and it's policies corrupt and broken, but still saveable.

He also holds the same moral compass as James, having an unusual degree of concern and compassion for the weak and innocent. He'll do his best to help those who need it, sometimes giving money, food, supplies and medical attention to those who need it. On the other side, he is unforgiving and merciless to people who commit acts of terror, and people who harm innocent lives.

As with James, he has religious convictions tied to the Christian faith, though he keeps it quiet, regarding it as his own business.


EQUIPMENT/ABILITIES
Combat/Battle Dress Uniform: A custom designed "sneaking suit" made of aromatic polyamide fibers, the suit clings tight to the body, providing a small amount of physical protection due to the suit's fabric. The shoulders and thighs are padded in a ribbed-like design, with a thin layer of graphene in between the padded layers for added strength and protection. The suit's sleeves cut off near the elbow, leaving the rest of the arm exposed. Preston covered these area's with long, blood-red colored gloves. The gloves have black straps that connect from the wrist, move up the arm and connect to a set of buckles near the shoulders. The gloves also have a hardened layer of kevlar on the knuckles, to aid in hand-to-hand combat. The last additions to the uniform include a black military harness that holds various pouches that he keeps medical supplies, his cigarettes, communication equipment, food rations, magazines and other items to aid him in the field, and a set of leg armor that covers his shins, knees and thighs. The leg armor is bone-white in color, and is made of a titanium ceramic material. It has a "waffle-like" texture, and he keeps his Bowie knife and MAC 10-styled pistol holstered on each thigh. This is held up by the harness, and the suit is completed with simple, bone-white combat boots. The suit is colored light olive green, while the shoulder and thigh padding has a metallic silver coating.

His gear and equipment is lightweight, taking advantage of light and strong advanced synthetic materials. This, in conjunction with his body type, makes him quick and silent, perfect for his role as a scout, contrasting to those of a "standard" larger and heavier build, who use heavy armor and weaponry.

Off-duty/Civilian Attire: Due to being born in Texas, and being half Mexican by his father, Preston has adopted Old Western attire as his normal, off-duty clothes. They consist of blue denim jeans, a blue denim bib shirt, a black and white poncho with traditional Mexican design-work (to express his Hispanic heritage), a black, "Gambler" styled cowboy hat, and black leather cowboy boots.

Weapons: Having an obsession and preference to blades and melee combat, Preston studied and trained in various forms of knife fighting, as well as taking Judo and CQC classes, being proficient and excelling in both. He carries a 16'' custom Bowie styled knife as his main weapon, which he uses with great skill, preferring to use his abilities as a scout to get up-close-and-personal. Though mainly focusing in CQC, he will, when he needs to, switch over to his custom .45 ACP, MAC-BP "Burst Pistol." It's a compact MAC-10 styled machine pistol that was built to fire in semi-auto and three round bursts for his sidearm, which he uses with deadly accuracy. The MAC-BP has a threaded barrel to accept a suppressor, and has a detachable wooden stock, which increases stability and accuracy. The MAC-BP has a standard clip of 30 rounds. This is his standard loadout.

Abilities: Preston, like his brother, was raised in an outdoor lifestyle, growing up with nothing but forests, hills and farmland, where he and his brother learned many techniques relying on only themselves, instinct, and the little equipment they had. The skills he took from the most was obtained from hunting, including tracking, stalking and ambushing. He uses these skills in conjunction with his role as a scout; tracking enemy movement and positions, stalking the enemy and being able to hide or advance without detection, and ambushing them before they can react. These skills are also enhanced by the fact that he and his brother spent a lot of their time learning to shoot from an early age, sharpening his marksman skills, learning how to use his environment to an advantage, and simply relying on his own abilities. Though growing this way didn't kill his interest in technology, as he was given a computer as a child, he has grown to be very handy with computers and simple electronics. Aside from this, he is well versed in martial arts, studying Judo and excelling in grappling, being able to take down enemies bigger than himself.

This makes him well rounded in general, being able to operate in urban and open environments, and apply mid-range and close combat.


BACKGROUND
Not a lot is known about him, such as his last name and anything beyond what he is comfortable sharing. What is known is that he has an identical twin brother, named James, who he is inseparable with. He was born and raised in Texas to parents of white and Hispanic backgrounds, which he tends to lean more towards his father's Hispanic side. He and his brother stayed at the family ranch, doing ranch work and simple chores while attending school. He had a few good friends that he and his brother would meet with every now and then, and would usually go exploring around the forests and hills that surrounded them. Growing up, he worked a few jobs to provide for him and his brother, as well as joining a local militia as part of a reconnaissance unit. He lived comfortably for a few years until he saw the effects of countless wars, disasters and overpopulation, reach the simple town he lived in. Deciding to take action, he and his brother sadly left their tiny home and parents behind, and signed up with the U.E.G. as freelancers and were assigned to the Marco Polo. He was accepted into the Second Guard Unit as a scout, his skills and knowledge helping immensely. While having no actual battlefield experience, save for the training and he received in the militia and his martial arts class, he isn't afraid to fight for his family and friends, and for the survival and salvation of his species. He hopes to someday return and fix the problems plaguing his home. As for now, he's eager to see what lies beyond the stars.

So begins...

Preston's Story

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He let out a small groan as the audible hiss of the lid sliding back met with the blinding light and outside commotion. The sudden burst of activity gave him a small amount of energy, just enough to open his eyes and look away, his eyes not fully adjusted to the light bouncing off the cold, white walls. He remained in the chamber for a moment before awkwardly stepping out of the chamber and coughing, the frigid air of the cryo-chamber still lingering in his throat. He didn't care much for that sensation. He yawned, rubbing his face with his hand and following up with a brief, full stretch, returning control, flexibility, and a better range of motion into his body, while expelling the aches and stiffness in his muscles and joints. Being immobile for long periods has it's way of disabling you. He sighed, feeling refreshed and content, though this moment of simplicity was ruined by Darkstar's barking. "GET DRESSED, WASH YOUR FACE, AND HEAD DOWN TO THE MEETING ROOM." He repeated the man's orders in his head as he began making his way to his assigned room.

Stepping into the dark room, he flicked the tiny switch on the wall, filling the void room with light. He shut the door behind him and looked around, making his way over to the closet where his gear was stored, taking it out and laying it across the bed. With that done, he stepped into the bathroom and turned the lights on, then shut the door behind him and locked it. He took a glance in the mirror and shrugged, then looked down at the bar of soap, toothbrush and toothpaste resting on the sink. He turned on the water and began washing his face and brushing his teeth. He finished, and did a quick grooming session with his hair and beard, then shut off the lights and walked into the bedroom. He stripped out of his white cryo-suit and into his off-duty attire, making a slight adjustment to his hat and closing the door as he made his way to the meeting room.

He approached the room, catching a glimpse of the message Durandal, the ship's A.I. has posted. He looked at screen, giving a half-smile and shrugging. "It was alright," he said half to himself and half to Durandal, as he entered the meeting room and took a seat.

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Preston took a deep breath and exhaled impatiently, his eyes still focused on the Captain as he continued on with his speech. It wasn't that the speech was boring; in fact, it was rather amusing and grabbing, especially when Darkstar began his yelling routine. The issue in his mind was that it was drawn out, and the growing hunger pain didn't exactly keep his mind focused on the speech. Regardless, he did commit the general message and schedule to memory. As Darkstar finished up, and the order to move was given, he pushed back in his seat, watching as the girl hurried out, followed by the robot. He broke his glare, mentally shaking himself back to reality and got up from the chair and started walking out of the meeting room, merging with the crowd as they headed to the mess hall.

The setting changes from second-deck-meeting-room to Mess Hall

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Preston entered the mess hall, quietly laughing in his mind at Erik's comment, but his face didn't show it, save for a slight smile which quickly faded. He walked past the others and entered the mess hall, the orange and brown interior with a touch of white was nice, the colors invoking a homey feeling, contrasting the usual stark whites and greys of the ship. The change in color relaxing him.

The scent of barbecuing meat was the next thing he noticed, the smell filled him with happiness as he recalled his thoughts of home, and for a moment, he believed he was back on the ranch with his family, safe and content. However, the daydream ended abruptly as he watched the tables filling up with unfamiliar faces replacing those of his loved ones. He sighed softly, as the memory faded, replacing itself with bleakness. Regardless, he pushed his emotions aside as he made his way to lunch line, grabbing a tray and eating utensils. He looked at the food set out before them, all of it looking good. He reached out for the barbecue, but paused halfway, the memory coming back in his mind, ruining his taste. Instead, he picked out a standard selection of food which passed off for breakfast; an apple, cereal, eggs and milk. He exited the line and took a quick survey of the area, looking for James among the sea of crew members. He tilted his head up, trying to get a better view when he caught the familiar but distant sight of James's cloaked and armored figure, and what appeared to be some woman in black. Somewhat hesitant, since the distance and color of the interior broke the armor's distinctive image, he waited to see if the man at the table would notice and signal for him.

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James' time to himself was soon ended by a mysterious woman in black as she made her appearance his table. He was taken by surprise for a few seconds at her sudden arrival, but his helmet hid his expression. He tilted his head slightly, not sure why she decided to come all the way over here. Did he know her from somewhere? She had a pretty face, but not a familiar face. And that smile, something about it was odd. Not in a bad way, but strange. Nonetheless, James smiled a bit under his helmet, glad to have someone to talk to.

"Hola, me llamo James." He said and slightly nodded his head. "May I ask who you are?" James crossed his arms slightly. But, before the woman could answer, James stood up and raised his right hand in the air as he saw his brother enter the mess hall "Hey hermano! Over here!" He shouted, waving his hand towards the table.

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He raised his hand up, acknowledging and returning the wave. The familiar, distinct accent and use of Spanish being able to cut through the noise of the crowd, confirming his original presumption. Preston had found his brother. He made his way over to them and set the tray down on the table, sitting next to James while taking a quick glance at the woman, then directing his attention to the apple, which he simply poked with his finger. Unlike his brother, who began conversing with the stranger, he remained silent, trying to ease his thoughts and clear and relax his mind.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: James

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The blue gator-like man seems more beast than man, with both his horrid table manners and noiy devouring. He has somehow made the act of eating a chicken leg seem like a bloody massacre; the bones crushed by his jaws and fangs, bits of the flesh strewn across the bowl like splattered blood, and fleshy chicken juice dripping down his chin, some of which he noisly slurps. It takes him a moment to finally notice the glass he spilled when he sat down, and he turns to Abigail, facing her with his crocodillian grin. "Sorry bout that. Mosa replace laterrrrr." One wonders..is this an intimidation tactic, or is he just naturally this savage?

Mosa then pulls out a large and juicy burger, and begins worfing it down, while making small talk. "So!!", spewing bread crumbs over his bowl as he talks with his mouth full. "Where you two from?", he asks, before continuing his munching.


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The woman in black looks between James and Preston, and doesn't lose her smile. "You looked lonely...I figured you could use some company."

She chuckles lightheartedly, and twirls a fork in her hand, before poking a piece of watermelon with it. "...but It's always nice to see me being proven wrong.", she glances briefly to Preston, before putting the watermelon piece into her mouth.

"Name's Clockwork.", she said simply and directly, in an unaggressive tone.

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Preston looked up at the woman, his expression still blank. "Preston. Nice to meet you." His voice was a bit hushed and flat. He gave her a slight smile before picking the apple up and taking a bite, then swallowing. "We don't mind sittin' alone, but thanks." He set the apple down on the tray, taking off his hat and laying it on the table.

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Clocwork nods, still with that smile on her face. She then clasps her hand and stares at Preston's hat as he puts it on the table, with a curious expression....almost like a cat, especially when she tilts her head.

She then turns to Taylor, and smirks.

"It depends on who you ask~", Clocwork says in a playful tone.

"You ask my superiors, and the'll say the name came from my 'clockkwork-like efficiency'...."

Clockwork looks at the archaic analog watch on her wrist, the golden shine is very attractive.

"You ask my friends, and they'll say it's because of my obsession with analog watches."

She pauses for a bit, then shows off her watch, chuckling.

"But why wouldn't I be obsessed? They're so intriguing....they have their own heartbeats, just like me!"

As they pay attention to the watch, even amidst the chatter of the mess hall, they can hear the ticking of the clock. Steady, mechanical, efficient.


She then leans back, and clasps her hands again. "But enough about me..."

She looks at them, with that mischievous smile, as always.

"Tell me about yourself, boys. I'm sure you have interesting...stuff...to tell me~"

Her eyes darts between James, Preston, and the hat. Quickly, repeatedly, but rhytmitically. Like clockwork.

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Preston looked down at his hat and then up at Clockwork, unsure what to make of her odd, cat-like behavior. It was just a hat. He stared at her for a few seconds, then went back to eating. He turned to James, and as he was just about to ask him something, Clockwork started talking again. Preston sighed and listened in as she gave her answer to James's question. He didn't care for the cryptic explanation of her name, and he couldn't relate on her interest of watches, as to him, they were just...watches. However, he did take a slight interest in her watch when she showed it off to them. There was something about that particular watch that he took notice in, but he couldn't think of it. He did have to admit, it was a nice watch, and the ticking it made was oddly relaxing.

He leaned back in his seat just as Clockwork finished her speech and demonstration, waiting for a moment just to see if she would say anything else. She did. Preston watched her eyes darting between him, his brother, and his hat. "Not really, no." He replied to her after a short pause, picking up his hat and placing it back on his head. "At least, I ain't got nothin' of interest to tell you. We lived a simple life, and now we're here." He turned to James, "If there's anything you wanna add, go ahead. I'd just like to finish eatin'. We gotta report in for trainin' soon." With that, Preston took a few more bites of his food, then excused himself from the table. Tipping his hat to Clockwork, Preston grabbed his tray and walked off.

The setting changes from mess-hall to Second Deck - Training Chamber

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Jannelo Darkstar Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Deunan Knight Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Katherine del'roe Character Portrait: Nyles E. Renolds

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"ALRIGHT!"

An hour has passed as everyone, including the medic Katherine and the armsmith Nyles is summoned to the training room. Jannelo marches in front of the entire crew, with his hands behind his back, putting on his drill sergeant persona once again.

"You had your fill, you had your rest....now it's time for ACTION!"

Jannelo stops marching, and points towards the combat grounds.

"I'm sure most of you've seen this set up before...and if you haven't...WELL!"

The target shooting boards pops out of the rails, with red dots all over its body and head. It moves left and right, or forward and back, depending on the rails.

"Shoot, hit, or blow up the damn things! I wanna see how good your arms are."

Jannelo folds his arms.

"Your score will be based on your speed, accuracy, and efficiency!"

And then he cocks his head.

"Durandal, START RECORDING!"

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Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: James

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Since he hadn't brought his weapons with him, he walked over to his brother, grabbing the shotgun from him, checking if it was loaded. Seeing that it was, he walked up to the targets and racked the shotgun's pump. Though the shotgun wasn't a weapon he preferred or something he had a good amount of training in, he still knew how to use one from his hunting days. Preston kept the muzzle point down, waiting for the targets to pop up. Might as well exercise trigger discipline. When the targets popped up and started moving, he raised the shotgun and aligned his shot, then fired. Targets near and far from him were shredded as metal pellets sprayed out in a wide, cone like pattern. He racked the pump again and fired, repeating this process until the shotgun ran out of shells. The targets were nothing but splinters and shredded bits on the floor. No target had remained untouched.

Preston shrugged and turned around, racking the pump one more time, making sure there were no jammed shells inside. As no shells popped out, the chamber being clear, he pushed the SAFE button in, and walked over to James. "Thank you for sharin'," and handed the shotgun back. He then walked over to a wall and leaned against it, watching as the rest of the crew started or finished their drills.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Jannelo Darkstar Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Deunan Knight Character Portrait: James

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Ozma Howitzer and Deunan Knight trains nearby; Ozma showing off his gun-kata skills which are quick, and stylish, if inefficient. Meanwhile, Deunan is quick on her feet, but isn't very good at her aim, and her score is, in Durandal's database, the lowest so far.


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Jannelo folds his arms and nods, looking over everyone, then claps twice.

"ALRIGHT! Good job everyone, but we're not done yet. I've seen you all fight one by one....but now is time to see how well you play as a team."

Jannelo gestures them to line up, and looks over the assembled soldiers, eyes briefly glancing to Erik, but mostly focused on the entire group.

Standing straight, Jannelo holds up two fingers. "TWO TEAMS; TWO COMMANDERS!....Any volunteers?"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Jannelo Darkstar Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Deunan Knight Character Portrait: James

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Jannelo looks at Erik and nods. "Gunnarson, red team. Choose your squad!"

So far, the lineup is....

1). Abigail,
2). Raxis,
3). james,
4). Preston,
5). Gelon,
6). Clockwork,
7). Mosa,
8). Deunan,
9). Ozma,
10). and possibly Nyles, if he chooses to join.


Jannelo then turns around. "Alright! Who's gonna lead blue team?"

At the same time, he glances to a nearby camera, and orders, "Durandal, prepare the simulated battlefield; Urban warzone!"

The target shooting boards are retracted back into the rails. In their spot, barriers, metal covers, and walls of various height and thickness appears. A pair of turrets also appear; one in the red zone, the other in the blue.

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Preston stood in line with the others, turning his head and looking on Erik as he stepped forward to volunteer to lead the red team. He did admit that Erik's immediate response to lead was admirable and brave, but not something he would want to do. It wasn't that he couldn't lead, he just preferred not to, as well as personally doubting himself. But he shoved those thoughts aside and remained in line.

While he was waiting for the next person to volunteer for blue team's leader, he was surprised to see the range transform in what appeared to be some sort of training ground. Watching as walls, barriers, metal covers, and what looked like turrets popped into respective zone. The only issue with this change of pace, was that he still didn't have any weapons on him, as he had left his gear back in his room. He hoped that they would be issued something. He didn't feel like fighting empty handed right now.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Jannelo Darkstar Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Deunan Knight

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Jannelo's face remains stone cold at Abigail's remark. "Funny.", he says, in complete deadpan.

He then looks at the remaining crew members ---Abigail, Preston, Mosa, Ozma, and Deunan..

He looks back at Abigail. "You."

"You lead the blue team."

He then folds his arms and sits on a stool.

Ozma looks surprised --and seemingly a bit angry, as he crushes his rose. Mosa, on the other hand, looks quite eager, cracking his knuckles before putting his helmet. Deunan nods to Abigail encouragingly, nervousness very visible in her face.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Deunan Knight

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Abigail let out a small gasp. "Me? Lead? .....Fantastic." You could almost see the sarcasm. She turned to look at her team as they gathered around their blue turret. She eyed them one by one, thinking for a bit. "Alright, I'll start right off the bat that I'm no leader but thats not to say we can't win this."

She takes a deep breath. "Right, so, I noticed that Erik snagged members that can get us from medium to long-range, and maybe even close range. They've got all their bases covered. The turret is the biggest concern. I'm going to need one of you to take it out." Abigail looks at Mosa. "You could throw one of the metal covers at it, we have more than enough to spare. We'll also need someone to operate the our turret. So whoever thinks they have the best aim, go for it." Abigail flexes her robotic arm's claws. "I can create force-fields that are extremely resilient, bullet fire isn't much of a problem for me, so you all can get closer to your targets, since I know most of you favour melee combat. But I'll need to focus in order to keep them up so I need you to keep anyone off my tail." She sighs. "If things go south, I trust your judgement to do what is necessary. Big rule. Do NOT let them gang up on you. Work in duos if you have to. I'll hang back behind cover, shifting position every so often so I can focus. I'm open to suggestions."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Jannelo Darkstar Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Deunan Knight

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Preston watched as his brother left for the Red Team. It was somewhat funny to him, since they had always worked together. But he really thought nothing of it, since it was just a training exercise. As he was turning to head back to the remaining crew, he heard his name, among others, being called out by Darkstar. He walked over to the group and listened as the blue leader was finally chosen.

He looked over to Abigail as Darkstar assigned her as their leader, keeping quiet as she addressed the group. He glanced around at his teammates, checking each of their expressions, to which he found Ozma's the most amusing, as it was both sad and funny. He then refocused as Abigail went over the battle plan, nodding lightly in agreement to ideas he agreed with. When she asked for suggestions, he glanced around and raised his hand. "It sounds pretty solid. As you said, work together and use good judgement. Fighting isn't by-the-book. It's unpredictable, so adapt to the changes accordingly." He took a quick glance back at Red Team. "Remember, no one fights alone."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Deunan Knight

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Mosa,holding his helmet under his right arm,nods vigorously. "NO problem!",with a boisterous, sure, but not overconfident tone. He seems quite happy with his team,though something about him....perhaps it's that predatory glare...? Makes it seem like he's just glad to finally find a chance to shoot something.

Ozma nods to Abigail's words."You think quickly and carefully. Let's just hope Miss Fortune is on our side today." He seems to be very eager to criticize her, yet could find no fault in her plan....for now.

He then gives Preston a doubtful look."No one fights alone..but nobody could use anybody as a crutch either",he thinks to himself.

Deunan stands straight and salutes Abigail eagerly."Y-yes ma'am!" Doubt and lack of confidence in her mind, but out of the three, she seems to be the most eager to work together.

The alarm blares, signing the beginning of combat. Mosa puts on his helmet and reloads his light machinegun. "HAHAHA! Showtime!!!", before scrambling over, with Ozma behind him.

Deunan reloads her pistol, then turns to Preston."S-sir!" She must've noticed he is unarmed, and keeping a calm face, she offers him her pistol. "I have a spare!"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Deunan Knight

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Preston took a step back, startled by the unannounced alarm. He watched as Red Team got into formation, while Mosa and Ozama took off into the action, leaving the rest of the Blue Team to catch up. As he searched around for a weapon, he heard Deunan call to him. He turned to her just as she finished reloading a pistol and handed it to him. He took the pistol in his hand, quickly giving it an inspection. Seeing as it was fully loaded and the safety off, he flashed her a quick smile and nodded. "Thank you kindly, Deunan. Let's do this."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Deunan Knight

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Deunan was quiet for a bit, seemingly surprised by Preston's positive and respectful response. But the sounds of Mosa and Ozma moving brings her back to reality, and she nods."Yes!!",before looking ahead, reloading another pistol, and immediately running towards cover.

Ozma's quick reflexes allowed him to spot Erik as he comes out of his cover, and even though he knows Abigail provided them with the barriers, their lack of experience working together instinctively drove him to dive behind Mosa. Erik's bullets bounces off Abigail's barrier, each hit causing a ripple that both reveals and weakens the barriers. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", Mosa yells out boisterously, running over in his heavy power armor. Unfortunately, in his confidence, Mosa failed to notice the traps Gelon and Clockwork placed.

Magnificent explosions erupt underneath his feet; Gelon's foam traps causing the already heavy and unwieldy Mosa to become stuck. "GARRRRGH-", but before he can even finish roaring out his frustations, CLockwork's chain mines blows up and damages Mosa's armor, causing several pieces to fall off. If he wasn't over seven foot tall and covered in ridiculously heavy armor plating, he'd be dead --or permanently stuck-- for real. He stumbles out of the foam trap, and starts firing his light machine gun wildly; very inaccurate and careless, but his gun is big enough and his range wide enough, that the bullets still threaten to hit anyone in sight.

Ozma, meanwhile, managed to avoid the traps, and strafes forward, firing his twin submachineguns at both Gelon and Erik in a zig-zag pattern. This actually exposes him to a great deal of damage, but he is so quick and relentless in his movements, that you'd have to be a real good shot to actually hit him.

Clockwork remains behind cover, holding onto her shotgun and waiting for an opportune moment.

Deunan, meanwhile, has made her way on one of the walls on the edge of the arena, and with her handgun, she begins observing the battlefield....when she comes across the sight of Raxis. She remembers Abigail still on the turret, and crouching down, with a communicator, she contacts Abigail, whispering. "Ma'am! I see the cyborg bird of prey! Would you like me to act as distraction while you take aim and gun him down?"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Deunan Knight

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Preston remained behind Abigail's barriers, watching the battle play out for a moment. He watched as bits of foam and mine shrapnel flew into the air, and hearing the inhuman roar meant that Mosa had sprung a few traps. He waited, hoping Blue Team hadn't already lost their tank, but was relieved as Mosa came stumbling out, his LMG firing in all directions. Ozma appearing to do the same. At least it was good suppressive fire.

He looked over to Deunan, who had made her way to a wall at the edge of the arena. Given Mosa and Ozma keeping the other team pinned for the moment, he crouch-ran over to Deunan, pressing himself flat against the wall and inching along it, getting a quick peek at the other side. He saw the area was clear, no traps, no enemies, and the walls provided cover from the turrets line-of-sight. Taking the opportunity, he crouched down again and hugged the wall, sneaking over to another wall, inching himself closer to Red Team.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: James

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Ozma fires off his endless barrage of bullets, letting the shooter's high take over him completely. Full auto, zero restraint. He manages to score a couple of grazes on Erik, but his lack of self control and overly stylish gun kata style rendered him wide open to James' sniping.

As if he was slapped by nature itself, Ozma froze instantly as the bullet struck his helmet. The Limiter Field dulled the physical damage,but not the pain, and he sees fractured shards of his visor flying...as he falls flat on his back.

At first, he was terrified, unable to determine who shot him...until the rest of James' bullets rained upon him and forced him to dance like a dying fish. Instantly, he knew exactly who it was. His bitter rival...James.

"...Damn...that...bloody....wankin'...yankee...", Ozma curses, before dropping his head as the Limiter Field knocks him out.

Ozma is down. Score one for the Red Team.

Mosa roars out in anger as the bullets shreds his knee, the amount and the force causing it to buckle and for him to flinch. He is further infuriated when he sees the bullets tear apart his right shoulder armor and render his right arm useless...watching the fallen pieces trickle down with silence, having ran out of breath to even scream.

At first, it seemed like Mosa is down for the count, standing slouched there with his head down. However, only 3 seconds later, Mosa achieves second wind, and remembers his original target --- The turret. He runs behind an enormous cover, and lets that cover take the flying bullets for a while. He bends down, and puhes his shoulder against the cover.

He rams.

The cover budges.

He rams again.

The cover creaks.

"BANZAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!" fueled by his willpower, Mosa rams again, tearing the steel, bullet-ridden cover from the rails....

...Before grabbing it....and hurling it towards the Red Team's turret.


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"The cowboy from the cafetaria...", Clockwork thought. Having hidden behind a wall and in the shadows for an opportune moment, she managed to spot Preston sneaking above. "You'll be a nice prey...", she whimsically whispers to herself. Without warning, a light blue flame emits from her jetpack, and she darts upwards towards Preston, with her shotgun pointed at him. He has but a moment to react, as she takes the shot...!

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Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Preston

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Preston heard the sound of the jetpack activating from somewhere below him. He gripped the pistol in his hands and cautiously moved towards the edge, only to quickly jump back in surprise as Clockwork darts upward, the muzzle of her shotgun pointing right at him. He quickly jumps back onto the ground, the pellets hitting walls and various other places as it spreads out, nearly hitting him. He got back up on his feet just Clockwork met him at the top of the area. Seeing an opening, he rushed towards her, firing the pistol at her helmet until it ran dry, while closing distance on her. Once he was close enough, he grabbed her shotgun and slammed it into her face, stunning her long enough to grab her throat and slam her against the floor. He set the spent pistol on the floor and got entered into his combat stance, getting ready for her next move.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Deunan Knight

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In spite of the barrier, Mosa still instinctively covered his head as the foam grenade exploded right near Erik. Having a pretty slow reaction time, this allows Gelon to shoot at Mosa repeatedly with the energy weapon, the bright bullets perforating his armor and causing him to flinch and stagger further, and allowing Gelon to jump right on him.

If he wasn't so indomitable, he would've fallen on his back right now, but he instead skids backwards as Gelon grabs him. Mosa was shocked, but he shakes his entire body around, determined to throw Gelon off.

In a few seconds, though, his surprise turns to excitement, impressed by Gelon's absolutely ballsy move.

"HAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! You fight like a meteor, COMRADE!!", he roars out happily.

Dumping his light machine gun, Mosa grabs his blunt sword, holds it in reverse grip, and drives it backwards. Like the rest of his moves, it's clumsy, it's slow...but the weapon is so big it's going to be easier to try and block the ridiculous strength than to dodge it.


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Clockwork's helmet takes the full face of Preston's pistol, causing it to severely crack as she lands on the ground. Not having enough time to react, she can only see Preston grabbing her shotgun and ramming it to her dome helmet, shattering it into pieces, before he grabbed her and slammed her onto the ground.

Clockwork quickly rolls backwards, the pieces of her helmet falling one by one, revealing a neutral, dead-eyed expression.

There's something in those eyes....something hollow...as if she 'shut' herself down as she fights. That mischievous smile is not quite there anymore. Entering a slouched stand, she flexes her fingers, and the top of her gauntlets retract before sliding back, and revealing long, inactive chainsaw blades which slid forward.

She circles Preston for a bit. Obviously she's not going to activate the blades...not against an unarmored flesh and blood Preston. Even so, the serrated blades look like they could do some bloody damage. Suddenly, she runs forward, her chainsaws held back.....

And as she got close to him, she ducks and spins, preemptively avoiding an attack from him, before swinging at his feet with her right chainsaw, throwing him off the ground.

Not giving him a chance to counterattack, she delivers a powerful uppercut with her left chainsaw, striking his unarmored chest and sending him flying.

Seeing Preston thrown into the air, Clockwork activates her jetpack again, and attempts to dropkick the falling Preston......


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Deunan nods, her communicator still on hand. "Yes Ma'am!"

She can barely react as Raxis drops down in front of her, crushing her cover.

"!"

Taking a step back, she quickly analyzes the situation. Her nervousness is somewhat decreased by her desire not to end up like Ozma. Noticing that he carries no visible on board projectile weaponry, Deunan runs like hell across the arena walls. Adrenaline and fear driving her.

"C'mon,c'mon, c'mon,c'mon....!"

She doesn't even bother to try and shoot, since it'll just slow her down, and she knows that Raxis is way fast.

With her back turned to Raxis, she glances at the turret while she continues running, hoping she'd provide Abigail with a clear shot.