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Locke Payson

Challenged by his past, he moves forwards to defend what he believes is right, making ultimate sacrifices for his people.

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a character in “New Horizons: Up or Down”, as played by Redred33mer

Description

Now 19, serving on the battlefield for two years now, Locke maintains a more tired look to him when he's at rest. He is now a soldier of the Omega Forces of the Wrenthal Combine. He has some scars on his cheeks, and two on his forehead from shrapnel cutting his face. From being in the service, he's gained a heftier build, standing a little over 6' tall. He has a heavier look upon other when he studies you with drained blue eyes, his brown hair short.

Personality

Through the challenges in the military, prison, and life, he has a straight forward attitude. He analyzes things before and especially after things happen, picking apart the situation then going through with the plan he thinks is best, usually unchanged in his views by others. He's more stubborn than most, and is tougher on himself more than others. Though he keeps moving forwards, he has confounded within himself indefinite amounts of rage.

Equipment

Equipment List:
75 Cal. Rifle
Mk. III Armaeus Body Armor - A tan full-body metallic alloy suit, the visor blue
Two shoulder-mounted missile pods, 5 missiles each
Armaeus Knife - One and a half foot retractable blade
Four EMP Grenades - Large neon blue bombs in an egg-like shape

History

Originally from the desolated planet colony, Emerald Falls, Kieron, he grew up near the fronts of war and stood on edges of dying as many of his colony did from lack of necessary resources. His father, Mark Payson, was killed in battle on Kieron, and his mother, Laura Payson, gave him her food rations so he would not starve out. Consequentially, his mother did not have the nourishment, and perished like many others of the time. War between the Kieron colony and other human settlers waged on. A particular night when Locke was sitting in a locomotive between Emerald Falls and Ardain, another human colony, twenty Ardainian saboteurs boarded the train and planted a bomb that would explode in the industrial zones of Emerald Falls. Understanding the conversations between the saboteurs, Locke was able to fight with one soldier, retrieve the man's weapons, and fight the other 19. The firefight caused the train to derail, the 19 soldiers killed as well as 200 bystanders. Locke survived the crash. The particular part of the train tracks were ruined, and the surrounding area was evacuated as it had a bomb on it. Locke was judged to be an international criminal, and was sentenced to life in prison at his young age. One year after he was imprisoned, Emerald Falls became part of the Wrenthal Combine, and began to grow once more. A man approached Locke in his holding cell. Locke looked up at him.
"Do you know who I am...?" the man asked. Of ourse he didn't, how could he?
"No, now what do you want?" the domain of prison had made Locke sharp on the edges.
"My name is Christopher Aarons, I founded a military project to create elite soldiers, LANCE."
"LANCE?" Locke was confused. He never had been exposed to the outside world for a year, he only got the gossip he heard from the security guards.
"Land Aviation Navy Commando Elites. The project is still under development, and is expected not to be done for the next few years."
"What does this have to do with me? If you're here to try and make me feel-"
"Locke..." Chris said, "My time is important, I wouldn't be here if it meant something as petty as that. Now listen... I want to place you in the Omega Forces of the Wrenthal Combine... where I will later use you as part of the LANCE project, but now-"
"Good... now get me out of here, I've wasted enough time here."

So begins...

Locke Payson's Story

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As the sun shined dimly, down from the Shikai Mountains came the Omega Forces to reinforce battered troops in the Raem Spaceport, a once thriving piece of civilization now becoming torn one way then the other by Wrenthal and Trythol forces. Two squads, about twenty men going to help relieve a remaining force of 500. How absurd...

"You think we're gonna make it out of this one, alive, Locke?" the man beside him asked.
"I don't know Connor, did we make it out of the last forty alive?" Locke retorted.
"Yeah, well..."
"Well, what?" Locke pushed him on, now a little on edge.
"You never know what'll happen the next time, right Dylan?" Connor said.
"Ain't that the truth," a man said beside them.

The AI built into their suit said there was only about a mile to go before they reached the city limits, as articulated on their visors.

"Alright, little boys and girls, it's playtime, last one down there buys the first round," Locke said, bringing a lighter air to the group. Everyone began jumping from rock to rock down the bare mountainside, starting somewhat of a race to get to their friends in Raem.

"You know, Sarge, you always make things seem better than they are," a woman said, moving along with them.
"Well don't stop moving, Laura."

Just one more task, it seemed.

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'Hello? Can you soldier boys hear me?' came a male voice over their intercomms. 'Yes yes. I am talking to you. No need to look around because I'm not there. Look up. Not so high. Geez you guys are special Ops?. Ah there's a smart one. Locked Payson if I am not mistaken. Yes I am viewing you through the cities surveillance system. And no I do not work for the government, but they have offered an award for any assistance given. I thought I'd give you hand.'

The line went silent for a while as a young man worked in a dark room lit up by four large screens one holding an image of Locke Payson and his men. The other three alternated showing different scenes of carnage and death but none of this touched the young man who believed he was safe from all those threats.

Calvin's hands rested on the screens as algorithms and pictures appeared and disappeared in instances.

'Alrighty, Gentlemen, I have a route for you. It should be the safest route at the moment.' he started but seeing their distrust he let a sigh. 'Okay, you don't have a lot of time, but if you have some quick questions for me then I suggest you get them out quickly. If not, then lets get you all some place safe.

"Oh and for the record the civilian's name is Tessa Volegun," said in his quiet room as a picture of Tessa and her father were on a file on one of his screens.

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By this time, the Omega Forces have reached the outer limits of the city. Telecommunications were set up between all Wrenthal combat groups in Raem. More than just the twenty Omega soldiers could hear Calvin now.

"Don't expect your reward from us, Calvin," Locke said. The man he was talking to appeared on his visor, his basic information (name, age, physique) displayed. "C'mon, this way, up through the building!" He led the twenty supporting troops up into a towering apartment building. As they passed through, no one was found. The halls were littered with trash, some civilians you could see were executed by the Commune.
"What poor bastards..." Dylan said.
"Sir, we got enemies on our left, across the street from us," said one of the traveling soldiers, looking out through some windows.

One side of the building they were in was torn up by gunfire and explosive weapons. Aircraft could be heard soaring over and through Raem in an instant. The spaceport became new grounds of war for everyone.

A new voice became audible on Calvin's end. He was read to be Captain Nick Demoire, the highest ranking officer in or around Raem.
"Calvin, where are you at?"
The regulars, still stray from the battle group, got to the other end of the alley. Tessa's savior looked at her as they were taking up positions on the street. All they had to do was break one more attack group and they would be reunited with their battle group.
"Here, take this, you might-" he was about to give her a handgun, but a precise shot beamed right through his heart.
"Open fire!" The Captain demanded, aiming then shooting his barrel-mounted launcher up into a high window. The sniper was killed, and in its wake the remaining seven soldiers engaged the pressing enemy force.


Above the chaos, Locke looked down. "Hey Captain... look up."
Captain Demoire looked up, unaffected by the sun as the sky was a gloomy gray. One soldier holding a large over-the-shoulder cannon-like weapon aimed at the street below. Four missiles launched, and curved through their own paths as they hit their targets before them and scattered the attacking Trythol forces.

"Move, now, go go go!" Locke ordered them through the streets. The Omega Forces started hopping from one rooftop to the next as the Captain ran over to Tessa.
"You're gonna want this! Take some of his weapons too, we have to move!" the Captain said. He took the dead man's helmet and went to put it on her.

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There was little to no time to think. Through the streets explosions set off and the pavement buckled and rippled, creating ditches and trenches for the soldiers on the ground to use. The Captain kept looking forward, firing his weapon as the other six soldiers moved up. Vehicles were destroyed, tipped over, some ripped in half, some dead civilians could be seen scattered around like discarded tissue paper. But there was no time for that now.

"Sergeant Payson, you deal with Calvin, we have to focus on getting through this street!" the captain said. "Just stay behind something and you'll be fine!" he said to the girl, crouching down behind a tipped vehicle.

Up above on the rooftops, the Omega Forces kept hopping the gaps. "Lt. Maynard, can you contact Calvin? I have my hands tied up here," Locke said, watching the scene below. There was still an incredible cloud of dust from the fallen building, but most of the remains could be seen now. Soon enough, small rotor-wing aircraft came up to harass the Omega Forces up above, dropping some infantry down, letting missiles fly and a bullet storm unleash. One helicopter shot down by missile fire which began spinning out of control off to some distant area.

"Sure thing, sergeant.," came a response over the radio. Attempting link up with Calvin's terminals, a screen of another soldier appeared on Calvin's screen.

Before the advancing squad in the street knew it, an armored vehicle came down through a nearby alley to reign hellfire upon the seven soldiers with a heavy caliber machine gun. A ramp extended from the back of the vehicle, and what seemed to be sixteen soldiers came running out to stall the group.

"Shit," the captain said, now pinned down with no way out. "Locke, can you do something about this!? I have more of these bastards in my way!" the captain yelled, almost out of desperation but too determined to let it fully be expressed. Without hesitation, Locke began running towards the edge of the roof and jumped off. He dove and about a third of the way down a glider deployed to slow his fall, retracting back onto a pack on his back, holding a handgun in one hand and his rifle strapped to his chest. As he landed on his knee over the armored vehicle. He looked over to a militant at the base of the vehicle, a bullet hitting his breastplate and getting stuck in there. He fired back at his attacker which fell flat on his back, easily shooting another one behind him as he moved to cover. He reached over to open the cockpit hatch, dropping a grenade in there and then dealing with the oppressors as one by one they turned around to try and stop him, and one by one they would also fall to the ground with holes about a half-inch in diameter were made in their bodies. An explosion sounded from within the armored vehicle, the threat neutralized.

"Goddammit Locke... well done," the captain praised him.
"Yeah, now let's start moving while we can, we don't need another thing like that happening soon. C'mon!" Locke pressed the squad forward. He took lead as the soldiers obediently followed, the captain too trailing behind.

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The man leading them went off to the side to the girl under the rock. The squad kept moving as they were, the sounds of fighting still in the air, but more distant now.

"Hey..." he slid down to his knees, looking at the injured girl before him. He looked from her arms to her legs, seeing the wounds on her. On his armor you could see imprinted in white, a circle with the initials "WC" for Wrenthal Combine, and a bullet stuck in his armor opposite of that. His visor was a tinted green, but if you tried hard enough you could see his face beyond it. The other soldiers passed them, leaving the soldier before Feye and herself behind.

"Listen, we're gonna get you some medical attention soon enough, but right now we have to get off the streets and back with the rest of the unit. Can you walk?" he asked, as he went to put a hand on her shoulder. A looming sense of desolation and abandonment could be found as you looked around the city, up to the crumbling walls of the buildings to the buckled streets, then at the destroyed vehicles, and finally the scattered, dead civilians in the open, he looked down the street in the direction they came from.

Whose next?

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"Hey..."the solider said kneeling down in front of her."Listen, we're gonna get you some medical attention soon enough, but right now we have to get off the streets and back with the rest of the unit. Can you walk?" Faye looked up at the solider and sighed with relief. "These are only minor injuries, I am fine to walk. Lets catch up with the rest of your team." she said a faint accent to her voice. She stood slowly and let her gun rest at her side. She could hear more gun fire from the direction of the team, looks like she was going to be fighting her way to safety with the rest of them. "Looks like things are heating up again. You wouldn't happen to have any extra body armor lying about would you? I've got a gun already and I'm a decent shot."

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"Not now, we might have some up at the command post. There's gonna be more IC-54's on our asses if we don't move though! C'mon!" he said, pushing the girl along. He came out and away from the slab of concrete, starting to run with her back up to the rest of the group. Even with armor as heavy as his was, he could still move swiftly in it.

"Hey Locke, you alright down there?" Connor asked over the radio line.
"Could you keep an eye behind me? I hear I'm supposed to get Bubba on my behind in a moment," he said.
"Yeah, Dylan! Laura! Come here, we're gonna watch over Locke! The rest of you guys, keep moving! Go go go!" Connor ordered, and the Omega Forces on the rooftops shuffled around, the majority still pressing forward. Dylan moved to set up the AVML (Anti-Vehicle Missile Launcher) up on the roof, which should provide the necessary support for the soldiers down below. A shot was fired from another rooftop, a loud, singular gunshot. Connor fell over, his helmet fell off, but he was still alive.
"Sniper! Laura, shoot 'em down!" he said, lying on the ground.
"I'm on it!" Laura aimed her rifle across the rooftops, placing her shot and began picking off the three snipers that were around them.
"Target coming down the street to the West, firing!" Dylan yelled, launching two missiles between the gap in the buildings. The armored vehicles Calvin spoke of surely was heading towards them, and was nailed by Dylan's rounds. An explosion shattered the street and the walls around it. Connor got up, recovering from the round that hit his head, and he picked up his helmet, replacing it upon his skull. He had looked up to an appalling scene.

In the distance, rotor-wings were seen flying all about, dropping infantry and unleashing hellfire onto any pockets of resistance the Trythians found within the city, or upon random buildings that generated commerce, something that created inequality among people, something that the Equitarians stood against. Above, a large, armed spacecraft marked as a Trythol Flagship, what's most likely carried most of the supplies for the attack, descended unto the docking pylons in the center of the city.

"Ugh... Locke..." Connor said, a bit taken back by the sight of all this.
"What?"
"... Move as fast as you fucking can..."