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Austin Marshal

A rash young TIB agent.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nemo

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Special Agent Austin Marshall


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"I'm just here to do my job. If I have a lil' fun with it while I do it, well... is that really so bad?"


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Austin Marshall's TIB Clearance Card



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[[TIB ARCHIVE DATABASE: WELCOME, _User]]

[[TIB ARCHIVE / COMMAND:]]
>/access citizenprofile

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>/AustinJamesMarshall

[[TIB ARCHIVE-DATABASE-AUSTINJAMESMARSHALL]]
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/ACCESS GRANTED

Public TIB Archive File
Full Name: Austin James Marshall
Age: 25
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 178 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Birthday: 4/1Image
Place of Birth: Terra, United States, Los Angeles
Nationality: Terran, Confirmed Citizen
Immediate Family: Edward John Marshall, Marissa Ester Marshall (deceased)
Maritial Status: Single
Occupation: Terran National Government, Social Worker
Medical Record: Citofacin, Attention Deficit Diesorder
Criminal History: Minor Theft, Assault




[[TIB ARCHIVE-DATABASE / COMMAND:]]

>/access classifiedprofile AustinJamesMarshall

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Classified Archive Profile
Austin James Marshall is a Special Agent in the Terran Intelligence Bureau. He is Agent 317, callsign 'Vulpis'. He is primarily a field and reconnaissance agent with a mission-bias towards infiltration, extraction, assassination and counter-terrorism. At twenty-five years old, he is one of the youngest agents in the field. With over five successful missions under his belt, he is also one of the most renown.
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Young Austin, receiving combat training under the TIB.

Agent Marshall was marked by a spotter at age eighteen when he was observed stealing an expensive necklace from a jeweler. When confronted by security, he succeeded in talking his way out of the situation until the stolen necklace fell out of his jacket. Marshall proceeded to incapacitate three security guards before fleeing the store. He was tracked and found living in an abandoned warehouse. After a struggle, he was detained by Agent 489 and was brought back to Veritas where he was recruited of his own consent. His training began almost immediately.

For the next seven years, Marshall mastered every level of field training, from basic to tactical. He studied the cultures and histories of both Terran countries and many intergalactic nations, becoming fluent in over a dozen languages. He completed every available course for weapon handling, from light firearms to heavy explosives. Under the TIB academia, he was schooled in chemistry, physics, biology, mechanical engineering, advanced calculus, paranormal studies, theater, kinesiology, botany, basic medicine and toxicology. Despite destroying many of the training cars, he was taught to drive a plethora of different vehicles, from motor automobiles to heavy transports and even to spacefaring vessels.

Marshall's past is hazy and unclear, mostly because the agent rarely speaks of it. He recognizes having a mother and brother in his youth. They lived in extreme poverty, and the mother eventually died of untreated syphilis. Austin and his brother, Edward, split ways and became stragglers. It was during this time that Austin developed exceptional thieving and stealth capabilities. He also learned how to fight hand-to-hand in the Israeli defense system of Krav Maga, learning from an old master in exchange for whatever liquor he'd managed to steal that day.

Austin suffers from a rare neurological disease: citofacin (cito - quick, facina - action), caused by a malfunction in the motor and sensory neurons in the brain. As the neurons release catecholamine neurotransmitters between synapses, the velocity at which the neurotransmitters move is accelerated beyond all normal human parameters. As a result, the lag-time between thought and action is shortened drastically. For persons suffering from citofacin, thought and action are one. Years of therapy have allowed Austin to train his "disease", focusing himself to prevent every passing thought from being completed as action, consciously choosing what he will or will not do. His condition also gives him a considerable edge on the field. Without any lag time between brain and trigger finger, Austin is an extremely capable fighter and gunman, his kinetic speed almost inhuman. Nonetheless, Austin still struggles to maintain complete control of his disease, failing frequently.

In terms of his character, Marshall is an optimist and an extrovert. He is a great lover of humor and sarcasm, never failing to find something that he might smile (or smirk) at. Although he has consistently shown great bravery and courage on the field, his valor often evolves into blatant recklessness, particularly when confronted with bleak or hopeless situations. He is a risk-taker and a daredevil; the more dire and desperate the objective, the more enjoyable it seems to become to him. A skilled orator and speaker, Austin craves society and the company of others. When left alone for extended periods of time, he has been known to talk to himself. His bright character seems to be a helpful tool for the agent when he is tasked with impersonating a character or acting out a role in his various assignments.

Despite this, Marshall has frequently demonstrated narcissistic behavior and overtly forward sexual tendencies. He flirts recklessly and without restraint and has had dozens of known public relationships, all of which lasted no longer then a month. His ego frequently clashes with other authorities on the field, and Marshall will often abandon a set-plan in favor of a direction or course that he deems more effective. Despite his obvious tactical success on every mission he has been sent on, Marshall has been suspended from duty three times, detained four times and brought up on charges of sexual harassment twelves times.



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[[TIB ARCHIVE-CLASSIFIEDDATABASE-AUSTINJAMESMARSHALL-MISSIONRECORDS]]
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"That's awful, Director..." Austin winced, "...but I don't mind hearing about it. Life isn't all fun and games, and I guess you would know that better then anyone else." The agent looked away briefly, gathering his thoughs. "Eddie and I made a boat load of good memories together, though. I leaned everything I know about Wing City from that that kid. Most of it wasn't good advice, but..."" Austins voice trailed off into laughter.

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"I imagine you dearly treasured any time you had wth your sister," Austin considered, "though I admit I am fortunate. I wouldn't be half the person I am today without Eddie." Austin nodded back to Drulovic. "Surely you had someone special though, Director. "Some special friend to help you through your tough times?"

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Austin Marshal shrugged, mulling over her words carefully. Austin supposed that Eddie was his best friend. He had had a few close acquaintances throughout the years, but no one he could ever call as close as his own brother.

"Maybe so, Director," Austin nodded, "but I think that, 'in this business', trusting people is just as important as knowing who to trust. Who can you trust better then your friends?" Austin furrowed his brows, looking about himself briefly. "They say that love is a pretty strong bond, and with it comes loyalty."

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Austin Marshal smiled, believing that Drulovic was obviously referring to her recent divorce. So far as the agent could recall, he had not even once discussed the topic of the Director's former husband. Not so much as a passing word of gossip with his fellow agents.

"My brother always told me," Austin grinned as he remembered, "that true love is like a 'circle'. 'A circle', he said. No ending...just keeps goin' round and roung." Austin chuckled a bit. "He said mom loved us like a circle. Even if she was gone, the circle wasn't. He said God loved us like a circle, too."

Austin leaned forward then, his forearms resting on his knees. "I haven't loved much, Director. I think I've really only ever loved one person. But I'm inclined to believe him. Love just doesn't...end. Ever. I can't ever imagine not-loving my brother..."

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Austin Marshal nodded. "I'm sorry, Director." Austin said, unsure what else to say. Austin usually wasn't one to engage in 'philisophical' discussions of the sort. He always hated Socratic seminar in high school.

"By the way, Director," Austin asked, a note of boyish curiosity in his voice, "...you wouldn't happen to have any assignments you've been waiting to give me since I've been absent, would you?"

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"Shaw..." Austin muttered under his breath. He knew the name well. "Police reports say she was last seen in Gambit's. You think there's any chance she's still on-world?"

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"Just a word?" Austin grinned, rising quietly from his seat. "Well I'll get right on it, Director. I think I'll start by paying the WCPD a quick visit. A local detective was one of the last to have words with her, I believe."

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Austin Marshal nodded, giving her a quick play-salute from the top of his brow. "I'm glad I came. It's good to be back, Director." He meant every word.

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Austin Marshal was at Drulovic's side, his hand buttoning his jacket in the cool breeze. He looked about himself carefully and cautiously, never straying far from the Director.

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Austin Marshal watched curiously, raising a wary eyebrow as the formalities were made. Although the agent's face bore emotion, it was difficult to read. He took a good long look at Roslin, noting the hesitation in her voice. His youthful eyes eventually found Helene Chaska, lingering on the Aschen Minster of Defense for some time. Other then what was communicated in his careful glares, Austin said nothing.

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A quick knock sounded off at the door to the conference room, haste and impatient.

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Austin Marshal entered hastily, his vigilant eyes quickly noting each figure in the room as he smiled apologetically. In his right hand he gripped a blank file stuffed with papers.

"Sorry for interupting," Austin nodded briefly to the Scatterans before looking back towards Drulovic, "...you asked me to notify you if I had an update on the Ming project? I went through some files. It's kind of important."

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"You as well, Mr. Daylon," Austin nodded as he received the hand firmly, careful to call the Scatteran by his last name. Austin looked back towards Drulovic, wearily smiling at the Director's offering of tea.

"Not now, Director," Austin declined.

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"Anyway Director, I've dug up some old files on the Ming Project..." Austin continued once the Scatterans were out of the room, "...you remember the Taiyou conflict? The TIB ordered the apprehension of Taiyou intelligence officers within the TNG?" It had been one of Austin's first real assignments. With the help of the Coalition, Austin had managed to capture a prestigious Taiyou agent, as well as a Naginata cruiser.

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"Well TIB specialists put together a list when it was all going down," Austin continued, reminding Drulovic of things she knew long before, "The Kokuzoku Files, they named it. It was a list of suspected TNG-Taiyou defectors. Some were mere hunches. Others..." Austin laid the thick stack of papers on the table before Drulovic, "...were prime targets." There was no humor in the agent's voice. The gravity of the situation banished all of Austin's usual optimism and youthful eagerness.

"After you calmed things down with the Taiyou," the agent went on, "TIB officials took the liberty of hiding the Kokuzoku Files. We didn't want to give the Taiyou any reason to continue launch another campaign. In fact, the TIB locked these documents in such dark, hidden databases, that I don't doubt we might have forgotten about them." Austin pointed to many of the names in the files. "Director... many of the most suspected defectors on this list still hold positions in the government. Some in the Bureau."

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"Of course, Director," Austin nodded his approval, collecting the files delicately, "I'll get right on it." The agent stuffed the papers under his arm, straightening his tie before turning back to Drulovic.

"Also, Director," Austin continued, "if you don't mind me asking, who were those Scatteran men in here?"

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Austin Marshal quickly stood ready, stuffing the files into the jacket of his suit. "Anything," he said plainly, awaiting her request, his hands fiddeling below his waist.

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Austin Marshal stood silently for a few moments, quietly mulling over her words in pure confusion. The Director had never asked him to do anything like this before. Why would she possibly want-

"Of course, Director," Austin said, dispelling any questions or doubts. If Drulovic wanted this done, it'd be done. He'd just have to trust that she had some reasonable explanation behind all this. "I'll see to it personally. No one else will be involved."

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Austin Marshal took the paper numbly, still struggling to understand the situation. This wasn't the Drulovic he knew. The Director certainly valued TIB privacy...but she had never deliberately asked him to keep things from people. Especially not the Prime Minister of the TNG.

"...Director?" Austin spoke up, confused distress in his voice, "is there something I should know before carrying this out? Some other piece of information?" Austin didn't want to step over a line, but curiosity and citofacin was getting the best of him. Austin had never questioned the Director like this before. Then again, he had never had a reason to question her.

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Austin Marshal nodded once, quieting his mind as he accepted the situation. "I'll take care of it, then," Austin said grimly, shoving his doubts into the back of his consciousness as he forced himself to obey. Drulovic knew what she was doing. She always did. So why was she making this seem so urgent? So secretive?

The agent took a few slow steps toward the door, turning briefly as he looked at Drulovic directly.

"I trust you, Director."

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Austin Marshal made no further response, merely nodding his head as he exited quietly, leaving Drulovic behind in the office.

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Austin Marshal stood on the far outskirts of Wing City, the tall towering buildings of the metropolis not even visible anymore. Beside him, a TIB trade-mark white van... innocently rested in the dry desert many miles from the dusty highway leading out of the Wing. The night was cold and crisp, Austin's long exhales leaving breath in the wind. His eyes glanced up at the full moon for only a moment, wondering whether to swoon over the dazzling lunar light or curse it for the exposure it gave.

Austin opened the doors to the van, retrieving the street-bike he had packed into the back, and MV Agusta F4. He needed to get back into the city somehow, of course. Setting the motorcycle a safe distance from the van, Austin returned to the vehicle and popped the hood. Time to get to business.

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Austin Marshal had his gun out long before he was in headlight range, aimed appropriately towards where the driver ought to be in the Escalade. Who in the name of hell could possible be out here? Was it the TIB? No way, the form of the car wasn't right. Another agent in a different vehicle? No, Drulovic would have sent notice.

Austin relaxed slightly as Marlene identified herself, then tensed back up as he realized what was going on. Marlene was NPA now. A servant of the Agency often in confliction with the TIB itself.

Fuck.

"You'll get yourself killed pulling shit like that," Austin remarked numbly, his voice relaxed and calm, "flash your lights next time, let me know you're not a hostile." He raised an eyebrow, quirking his brow ever-so-slightly. "...unless you are a hostile?"

Besides this, the TIB Agent had completely avoided her question. He remained passive throughout the ordeal, seemingly oblivious to how suspcious this looked.

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Austin stopped instantly, his mind working over a plethora of possibilities with lightning speed. He couldn't be stopped now... not when he hadn't even finished the job yet.

Reaching into his jacket from where he stood, his back facing the agent, Austin retrieved a small, specialized grenade. Rather then explode, it was designed to ignite in a swamp of burning, charged plasma. Precisely the sort of spark he needed to get rid of the van.

With the small grenade concealed in his enveloping hands, Austin turned slowly, letting his gauss pistol fall on top of his foot as he put his hands behind his head slowly. He stood there for a brief moment, his rigid face betraying no emotion as he stared down the barrel of a disruptor pistol.

And then he made his move.

Readying the grenade, concealed behind his head, Austin flicked the device quickly, sending the tool out from his hands with unexpected speed. The grenade landed with a clang in the innards of the car, beeping quietly as it began to detonate. The specialized plasma wouldn't ignite the gasoline in a fiery explosion, but in a building fire. In a minute or so, the car would be almost completely enveloped in flames.

Austin shrugged humorously, fighting the urge to laugh. "Oops," he grinned youthfully.

With impossible reflexes, Austin flicked his foot up, bringing the gauss-pistol resting there soaring back up into his hands. Marlene had the drop on him, but even she was stupid enough to shoot a TIB agent for something so menial. He trained his weapon on the girl just as quickly as his fingers found the trigger, creating a perfect mexican standoff. Assuming Marlene didn't shoot him, of course.

"And now, Special Agent Marlene Angel of the Terran National Police Agency," Austin began in a half-mock tone of her own, handsomely grinning like a scoundrel in all his rotten glory, "...I'm giving you five seconds to drop your firearm before I deploy non-lethal force. As the TIB and NPA are on completel

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"...As the TIB and NPA are on completely different authority spectrums, I'd advise you not to interfere with official Bureau business. Unless you've got a clearance level four. If not, I'd be happy to escort you to the nearest gas-station where you can fill up your escalade for the trip back and pick up a Snickers bar for the ride." Austin winked rogueishly, still grinning. "Unless you prefer hard-candy. You strike me as a hard-candy kind of girl."