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Alex Matt

"The object of war is not to die for your country is to make other basterd die for his"

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a character in “Keep Friends Close and Enemies Closer”, as played by warhammerhawk409

Description

Alex Matt

Age:24

Gender:Male

Height:6'7"

Weight:223lbs.

Origin:Ardain

Rank:sergeant - Haltaire Team

Class:Sharp shooter-Covering objective's,assassination,spotting and recon.

Description:A 24 year old Caucasian with brown hair and goatee he has blue eye's he also has a bionic eye.

Personality:Alex is a shy and quiet guy.He hate's being around most people.He has a hot temper that's why it's sometimes hard to get along with him.He's a very hostile person.He hate's talking about his past.He has problem's with alcohol.His mental stability is sometimes questioned.Alex turn's off comm's when his team is talking to much for him.

Quirks/habits:He has alcohol problem he has no success with that addiction.

Dislikes:Talking to most people,idiotic politicians and speaking about his past.

Likes:History,animal's,alcohol,getting into fight's and guitar

Equipment List:

Dragon X-10

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Veinhammer PH-C.60

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Veinhammer MM-9VS

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ODA(sharp shooter Variant,modified with light plating and painted a camo pattern)

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History:Alex's older sister died in ship accident when he was 11 at the time it affected him for the rest of his life after.At 15 Alex first got interested in military history.Alex had a fairly rough childhood.At 16 Alex lost his eye in a school workshop accident while working with metal school was harder for him after the accident people treated like he was a cripple,alex didn't like being treated that way.He received a bionic eye at 17.Alex joined the military at 18 and excelled at long range and in training after seeing 3 year's of combat he joined omega when he was 21.The 3 year's of combat barely affected him because his sisters death desensitized him.After joining the military Alex disconnected from his family he doesn't know if his parent's are alive or dead.

So begins...

Alex Matt's Story

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There were only four days between now and the invasion of Khyranus, the Statehood's capitol. There would be no mistakes; there would be no errors for that would be the downfall of an entire strike force. One mishap would leave a mess for another person to clean up, doubling their work, and that will and has proven fatal.

Aboard the U.O.S. Hell-blazer, everyone was making preparations for the assault; soldiers were moving supplies, gathering ammo, and training ever harder. In a rather dark room lit up by blue lights and five water tanks, a man stood pacing the platform above the water tanks. The rest of Haltaire team should be hear any moment, it was just a matter of when. When would they get here? It was only some moments ago he sent out a message to the rest of his team. In the tanks of water hung many wires, a respiration line, and a helmet, which one would put on and anyone in the water tanks would be immersed in a simulator which the Omega Division used for combat training. The tanks were mounted from the wall, and generated currents would help simulate what was happening in the virtual world and keep the trainees in place as the program proceeded. The simulation would end when either the last man of the team died or the team accomplished its objective.

With such little time, Locke was not about to waste any of it out drinking or playing billiards or anything else. This operation could bring about the end of the war, something that has produced casualty rates never seen in the history of mankind.

"Locke, are you sure they got the message?" one of the division technicians asked; he was the one who would be monitoring the team as they progressed in their training. Without proper supervision, one could have an induced state of cardiac arrest.

"I'm sure, Dylan. And if they ignore it, I'd shoot them myself," Locke said. "What about your team? What are they doing?" he asked; he stopped pacing and looked over to the computer terminals where Dylan was at.

"They got called off by Colonel Bernham to go help with the distribution of supplies," Dylan replied.

"At least they're doing something."

"You know, you are a little hard on your team some-"

"And what do you suggest? That we sit here idle as the most important invasion of the war yet just falls in our laps? Let's see how you do out on the field and see what you think then, Alex (Aleksey Harrison) will probably be the one hauling you off the field then, you concentrate on what you have to do," Locke reprimanded him. Dylan was almost a Corporal, and would probably be promoted before the assault begins. At this point, Locke was a bit annoyed with the ignorance of Dylan. There hadn't really been any Omega Division operations that called for use of the whole division, never-mind half, and there certainly weren't any this daring. Most Omega Division operations involved only a few hours of operating behind lines, extracting or capturing a VIP or taking out a fortified stronghold, but in that case a Euphamism tank, some infantry, and proper aerial support would have the job done like it was nothing. You could even argue that the Omega Division never really had a challenge, just moments of being stressed.

"I'm sorry, sir..." Dylan said, understanding his mistake.

"It's alright, Dylan, as long as you know for next time... that's what all of this means when we're at the safety of our ships and bases, it's just another way to learn." Locke looked up at a large screen on the wall which displayed how the simulation was laid out.

"Sir," Dylan smirked, "how come you're not my team leader?" Locke smiled slightly.

"They were talking about promoting me to platoon commander, but who knows?"

There hung a long silence between the two, enjoying the momentary peace they had. Silence, they understood, was a luxury to have on the cramped ship supporting its maximum capacity. But then again, anything seemed like a luxury in this war.

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As Arthur finally got to the room, the door shut behind him. Other than the low hum of the lights in the room, it was silent. Locke looked from one to the next, examining each one to try and read how everyone was taking their time during preparation for the invasion of Khyranus. He could see Arthur's hair was stained with sweat from his exercises he was doing not too long ago, and from what Aleksey said, she remained on top of her field. Matt (what Locke called Alex Matt) was obviously buzzed from a little too much alcohol, and Anthony was serious as usual. He turned to Arthur.

"I hope your exercises do not affect your performance, Arthur. I understand your condition, but I must keep my team ready and prepared for the most important and daring invasion of the war," Locke said. He walked up the lines of soldiers with his hands behind his back. "The most important and daring of the war- speaking of which, Aleksey a few moments ago reminded us of another shot we have to get for a disease that's especially rampant on Inari," he announced. Locke liked to keep a level of informality between teammates because when you're on the field of combat, you trust the person next to you with your life, and ranks or names shouldn't be something to worry about when your life is on the line. His voice was rather calm for now but there was obviously something more he'd like to say.

"I also understand that with the exception of me, all of our team's classes are of a utility or supporting nature, Matt's sniping, Aleksey's first-aid, Arthur's technical work, and Anthony's explosives expertise. Only two people are capable of engaging in a prolonged firefight and performing well, that happens to be me and Aleksey. I know that perhaps we haven't had to engage in one, and hopefully this simulation would give us a better understanding of where we stand, so this is to you, Arthur and Anthony: pick up a rifle, it won't kill you. We need all the support we can get and you both know how to use one," he preached, walking back down the line of soldiers. Locke usually kept an air about him like this, mentoring his soldiers as they are initially called together and then he would lead them on to the real purpose of the gathering. But he couldn't do that just yet. He fixed his eyes upon Matt and walked to where he was standing. For a moment, he just stared Matt down to see how he would react. He then lifted his hand, three fingers were raised but since they weren't separated, Matt could easily think its four fingers in his drunken state.

"How many fingers am I holding up, soldier?" he demanded from him, his voice filled the room with a booming projection. He stood and waited for the response of Alex Matt, where it just might be the end of him.

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Aleksey stood where she had begun in line, facing forward, but when Locke headed over to Alex she glanced at him. Though she kept her face passive, there was the slightest hint of a frown across her brow. It didn't take a medic to see that one of their team members was in a state of advanced inebriation. Anthony had spotted it and even if Arthur had somehow missed it upon joining them, Locke was now addressing the issue. Aleksey watched the proceedings, analyzing the sergeant. She wondered which medical officer he was assigned to, and how one of her colleagues could have possibly let his condition go untreated.

Then again, she supposed, feeling a pang of guilt for being so hard on an officer she had never met, it was very possible that they were doing everything they could and this issue was simply beyond their control. Running through a mental list of stims she could use to stave off the worst of his condition, should something like alcohol withdrawals occur at an inopportune moment on the field, Aleksey made a note to check Alex Matt's file for any mention of this. If he was a sergeant, and still with the Omegas in spite of this, he must have great worth as a soldier.

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Anthony Steps out of division walking up to the rifle with disappointment.
"All due Respect but I don't use a Rifle I fight in close quarters." " I am proficient with Rifles I just have no...Passion for the weapon with the thought that I'm to move stealthily on my Bomb expeditions I have no use for a Rifle until im detected or fighting along side everyone here. Even then I always have my 2wo Knifes and Veinhammer PH-C.60 Or the weaponry That could be laying on the ground from our and their fallen Troops. " He planned to say this with as much respect as he could awaiting for Locke to finish with Sergent Alex Matt.
"Time to see how drunk The Sergent Really is." Anthony thought standing behind the Rifle awaiting Alex's Response.

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Hagen

Hagen reacted silently to Locke said, he turned and looked the drunk man over and kind of smirked and if it wasn't for the already apparent sign of apathy on his face it would have shown.
Alex was still slightly wobbling in place and he still focused on the section of air where Locke had held his hand up, apparently he must have been sure that they were still ahead of him. Hagen reached an arm under Alex's and pulled him away, doing his best to tug the man towards the door. It was becoming far more apparent however that he not only looked like a stiff drink, but smelled the same.

He gave Locke a reasureing nod of his head and the same stern look that his Sergent pervaded.
This was the same reason that Hagen hated alcohol, it made the body weak and the mind dim. Not only did he have to force the move of his squad mates body, even with each slugush step his right foot was doing more then enough but the left was asleep. Hagen began to wonder how Alex even managed to make it through the ship and into the room, lucky for him almost all the doors are automated.

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Anthony lightly Grinned seeing as how Alex was being disciplined and sent away. "About time that drunk was sent off." The words came to his head like making a Peanut butter and Jam sandwich it was easy. Picking up the Rifle seeing as how now was not the time to tell his Captain he Wont use the rifle very often on the field anyways. And so Anthony stood looking at Locke for further orders.
"It would be nice if I could Shoot that Alex guy...He is the sharp shooter who would be behind all of us..."He continued thinking about Alex until he got Bored by the topic. Anthony stood sharp With the rifle Barrel pointed to his right at the ground. Left hand Off the trigger but could easily react and get it there right hand on the grip.

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"It would be nice if I had a team competent enough for the task at hand," Locke said to Anthony, stopping to turn and look at him. "If you're going to be an arrogant prick like that, having some 'two cents' to pay into everything, then you might as well exclude yourself from the mission as well," Locke went on to say. He looked Anthony right in the eyes, not afraid of his physical stature.

"I've seen and I'm sure Aleksey can tell you what happens when idiots get consumed with themselves out on the battlefield; it's not about who did what or why, it's about what you're going to do. I don't need you, Anthony," he said, "going around an enemy outpost saying, 'haha, you can't touch this,' then ending up getting shot in the face. Because guess what? They didn't need tot ouch you, they shot you in the face!" Locke paused for a moment collecting his thoughts as to what the situation was at the moment. "As it is now, I have some infiltrator and an engineer who don't want to use a rifle, one of the most basic and efficient weapons of war, a drunk sniper, and a medic whose not an expert in combat, and I'll be charging into line after line of death with odds I don't like."

Locke was completely aware that his words ant attitude could come off as "disrespectful," "hurtful," "inconsiderate" or something of the sort, but he didn't care. This is how he saw the situation and his soldiers were adults, presumably, and could handle reality.

"Honestly, Anthony, what are you expecting this to be, a walk with your girlfriend down your old neighborhood street? Honestly!" It wasn't a rhetorical question.

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Hagen

Hagen is only half way out the door when the rest of the argument gets heated in the simulation room, he eyeballs Alex who is still roughly leaned into his arm. Deciding its best to stay he leans Alex again the bulkhead after sitting him of one of the many panel boxes that line the corridor and steps back in.
Sergeant Payson is current getting his rebuttal from Anthony who, if not for his attitude would be somewhat in the right. But as far as he was concerned Hagen could tell that Locke was taking a higher ground here.

He got back in line and began to speak out.
"I can understand what this is about and with only beeing with the squad for two weeks has me already betting everyone isn't on the same page." He points a large finger at Antony and exclaims "Corporal what do you think was going to happen when you signed up for this. Iv seen men just as good as you go down to crash and burn, and twice more then that was because of their own arrogance and stupidity.. Now stay in rank and follow orders, only when your told to rush an enemy pill box with a spork do I expect to hear a peep from you."

It was then that Hagen turned his attention on his commanding officer and gave him the same look her gave Anthony.

"Sir I would follow any order you give me or use any weapon at my worldly disposal to do it just so long as I can kill some Kainist. But it would be a better call for my own relief if my Sergent had some faith in my own abilities.. Sir" He added the last part to be formal and after so many years in the UPAF he was certain it would be better to retain some civility about this conversation instead of just blindly calling back between one another.

"With Harrison I can understand as well, I haven't met a medic yet who was better at combat then their teammates.. but Iv seen her record as well as you have and I know she can be a valuable asset to our operation." He turns and looks towards the door pointing out towards where Alex is sitting just as it slides closed.
His face goes blank for a moment as he can be seen thinking heavily and then it stupefies more so.."...I got nothing, apologies.. I just thought I could have more to say.. umm. Graduated top honers and has a 109 out 110 on the range and still holds the record." Hagen's hands drop down to his sides as he just runs out of steam on fishing for answers.

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"Sir," Aleksey said, nodding to show she understood. After a brief pause, she added, "I don't want to be a liability any more than these men." She glanced around to those assembled, debating what had been said about all of them. They were a rag-tag team, to put it kindly, and while they all had skills and assets to contribute to the group, they all had room for improvement. She grimaced at the work that lay ahead of her trying to get Alex clean enough to function as a member of their team. Some of them had a lot of room for improvement.

"Ready for training whenever the rest of us are," she added, wanting to move on.

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Hagen

Hagen nodded his head as well.
It was good that the group could come to terms on something and even though Alex was still leaned against the wall outside, Arthur thought it would be better for him to be dealt with here and not among the higher brass.

He just lined his sight back up with Locke's and gave him an assured nod.."Then we are at an agreement.."
It was good that they could finally move on, he could still feel himself become tense from the sheer wait that was being given to them. He could feel no more then the fact that he wanted to get his boots on the ground and a fresh round into someones head.
It was then that he remembered why he was transferred to the Omega division in the first place, not just for his willingness to join the group but his strict want for the death of the enemy.

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Locke looked at them again.

"Get in the simulation tanks," he commanded, "we've lost enough time already." He stepped over to the top of a tank, already in bare feet and nothing on his arms. He took his shirt off, revealing his rather built body from training, then his pants; under his pants were shorts that went to his knee. Other than your shorts, bra, or underwear you didn't take anything into the simulation chamber. After jumping forward and plunging down into the water, he pulled the oxygen mask over his face and was able to breathe again. Locke kept his eyes open, the water being quite clean, he started putting the sensors on his head, arms, legs and chest. It was a slow process, and in the end he looked like he could've gone into some advanced coma. He closed his eyes.

Dylan, sitting at the computer terminals, began inputting scripts and codes into the computer to begin the simulation. With Alex removed from the situation, he had to remove any scripts that would concern him as he was not a factor anymore. In the virtual world, a rather developed town was projected, torn by war and seemingly abandoned. There were some highrises, bridges and highways, and the streets were fired upon enough that the broken slabs of asphalt made trenches and foxholes. In some parts, the piping underneath the streets were exposed. Civilian vehicles lie destroyed, some going through walls, and few SKD armor units were destroyed and burning. In the distance, some buildings were ignited and scarce gunfire could be heard.

Locke stood in his armor suit and the equipment he usually brings along with him into the field was all packed onto him. He stood on the second floor of a bombed out house at the outskirts of town. The wall was blown away, and a pile of rubble made a slope from the second floor to the ground. He stood there waiting for the rest of his teammates to join in the action.



Out in the hall, people were walking through, minding their own business. No one paid much attention to Alex, being drunk and slouching against the wall. Eventually, a forklift carrying some large metal shipping containers went to go through the hallway, but as Alex could not properly control himself, the forklift was blocked.

"Hey, you, could you move out of the way? I'm trying to get somewhere!" the driver yelled at Alex. "C'mon, get out of the way!" he demanded, getting frustrated with Alex's inability to move.

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Hagan

The time came for it to be Hagen's turn to enter the simulator tubes and he began to remove his boots and pants, after that he removed his shirt and fought a little with the neck of it trying to take his tags off as it caught his wife's ring.
Stuffing the white tee in between his boots he walked up and around the back of his simulator, the large amount of healed and stapled wounds crossing his left side wildly. He knew the fluid inside was not entirely water and understood that his wounds being healed for so long they no longer posed any threat of trouble to him.
Even his eye in fact was completely safe to submerge in with himself but in the back of his mind there was always that place that wanted to debate the viability of his mothers work.

Sighing one last time he swallows his slight fear and steps in with a plunging dip.

With a practiced precision Hagen's preparations for the simulation were almost the faster then Locke's own motions. To make ready for the start of the program he relaxed his position and took an almost meditative stance in the vertical tube.

As his mind began to pull away from the real world and fall into the simulations reality, he could feel, see, and smell the different changes in the world around.
Before he could fully react he was in his suit and his registered equipment was fixed to his person, the only change was the fact that the face mask on his helmet was pulled aside like it normally allowed.

Locke and Aleksey were already there and while the Sergent looked as though he was waiting for the others, Aleksey started out ready to go as she looked as though she could jump at any moment.
Hagen pulled his sidearm out and checked the chamber to make sure it was loaded before putting it back. He approached Locke and looked over a section of the blasted out wall and into the streets below.."Well.. we missed a party."

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"Hey...Uhh Yes.... If you could, Could you Get someone to Put Alex"
Anthony gestured towards the hallway where Alex was leaning up against the wall. "In the Brig or...Someplace free of Alcohol with a door that locks from the Outside."The fork lift Drivers voice Rang through the doorway"I'm trying to get somewhere!". Anthony Knew this wasn't His call but They had to do something with Alex or Locke would get in Trouble And that Fork lift Driver might do something to Aggravate the Drunk.

Quickly Anthony Walked up to his Simulation Tank. Facing the Tank He Undressed Starting with his Driving Gloves down to his Shorts and Swallowed When he was suppose to be Getting in the Simulator. "Uh Yes I uh...Never...Never mind" He put his First foot in Hesitatingly. The Liquid was A little warm and Soothing, So Anthony Took a Deep silent breath and Continued into the Tank. "Where...Wheres that mask!" He thought Feeling around him for the Mask in the Tank.
"AHA!" Triumphantly He Equipped The mask Effortlessly. It Took him a Minute But he found himself Relaxed and Comfortable within Minutes He was Relaxed Enough to Enter the Simulation.

When Anthony Finally Entered the Simulation he Found himself on the Ground at the bottom of a Slope With everyone Above him.
Aleksey was standing On a Edge Of where a Wall Should had been. Hagan Was Beside Locke Checking the Chamber of his Gun. Locke Stood Proud Beside Hagen and a few feet Behind Aleksey.
"Funny Seeing You guys Here" Anthony Joked as he Started Climbing the Rubble Slope. He looked over into The Town and It's Streets to see it was in ruin."This Should be fun" His thoughts were Clear as he came to Realization he was Fully Equipped, Prepared, And Filled with Questions. "Will I take Pain in this Simulation? Was this a Real town at some point In time? What kind Of opponents will we Be Eliminating? Whats the Main Target or Task?"His mind was filled with these questions,But Anthony was Puzzled but Focused on the Simulation.