Camilion Jones's Story

The Pandorian Alliance actually figured he was dead. Until he started killing again. That is when they brought out all the stops.

The Rift Snipers.

A military unit of snipers had been called in to clean this shit up. This group of Snipers were some of the most psionicly potent, and combined them to be even more powerful.

And for one of them, it was a dream to take down anyone like Jack, though he did not know it at the time. Camilion Jones, who's parents were one of the few people who was sent by the Pandorian Alliance to check out Terra, lost contact, and their heads were shipped back to Camilion when he was only nine in boxes. Their neighbors, the Jones, took him inAnd raised him, so he adopted their name, using his former last name as his middle name now.

They were specifically selected for their Psionic Abilities. And there were four of them. One could slow time, one used his psionics to alter bullet paths so they never missed. Ever. One could make certain surfaces passable. And Camilion could make himself completely undetctable. People can't even sense him. He is invisible, unsensable, it's as if he doesn't even exist.

He took the first shot at Jack Thirteen, using the most advanced training and the most advanced technology available to him.

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Raylan moved his gunship over to pick up Thomas in persuit of Jack after hearing he was alive. "Let me officially welcome you to The Taskforce!". The tech being used in this gunship wasn't even Spec Ops grade. The Taskforce was using something that supposedly didn't exist. "Let's go catch a high priority criminal".

Thomas hopped into the gun ship. "Thanks for the lift, wow this stuff just seems to walk right up to us doesn't it?" He remarked jokingly." He wasn't even fully aware of the situation at this point but high priority criminal. "Do we have an ID on this guy?" Thomas asked with a smirk.

He had made sure before to leave the speeder he set it to auto fly back to the owners home address, though from the looks of the guy he took it from it was probably stolen.

Jack didn't sense anything untoward as once again the chase began, the moment a small, fast projectile entered the ionic field of the gate, he made a snap judgement. No fancy dodges, no hat-tricks. It entered the field, slipped into a tiny wormhole torn open by his abilities, and then left another wormhole along the exact same flight path right back to whence it came. Now the chase was beginning to get tiring in the mental sense. He didn't try to be sneaky or subtle with his next move. Leaping, he tore down the Gate for a split instant, collapsing into a gate of a different kind, bringing his own Crimson Gate back into play just in time to catch a ride on the creature that tore through the gate so fast, it rippled a pair of sonic booms slamming as one, breaking Mach 2 as it boiled from another dimension.

The man was a spot of red clinging to the surface of the silver serpent-like form of the Ouroboros, which rippled like a snake, raking it body down the building fronts as it tore down the street at speeds beyond those of his current pursuers. It reared into the air for a moment, a pinprick of red dropping to be snapped up within the maw of the beast, which promptly pinwheeled around, multiple sonic booms ripping the air in its wake as it accelerated even faster, breaking Mach 5 as it dove straight for the line of gunships like the world's largest, most agile bullet. When it closed to within 500ft, it erupted in chaining lightning that blew craters out of the buildings around it as the arcs split from its body with thundering peals. It undulated, making its trajectory waver in order to ram all tailing flying vehicles with the force of a god's hammer.

"Yeah, no ID yet, but several cameras saw him, and photo analysis and questioning has gone universe spread. So, let's go cath a criminal!"

The gunships accelerated at speeds so fast that anything thrown at it was out maneuvered. However, the fact it seemed to be able to turn mid air caused some of them to get totaled, but most were still in check. Jack might be powerful, but they were more maneuverable. They would also report this back to command to see if they could create a countermeasure. The blasted him with the PCC cannon a second time, Raylan adding his own power into the mix to make it more powerful. Additionally, he ordered the use of specialized rounds.

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The reflected projectiles only went back 75% of the time, the other 25% seemingly turning around back at Jack Thirteen.

However, receiving orders that specialized rounds had been authorized, the snipers started using degeneration rounds. These rounds had one specific purpose: negating regeneration effects. If Jack got hit with one of these, he wouldn't be able to heal for a long time, and would even experience excess cellular degeneration. They attempted to put over 100 of these rounds into Jack.

The Ouroboros simply whipped past the gunships as it bludgeoned through several of them like an unstoppable juggernaut, rocketing down the street and leaving gaping rends in the buildings to either side, and shattered windows blasting in its backdraft like a wall of glittering daggers. But now Jack was through playing. It was time to make his exit.

In usual, grand style.

The serpent-like creature curved out of the canyons of buildings, angling into the sky and leaving distance on its pursuers. It rose ever higher, until is seemed just a small strand of string high on the wind. One that was banking.

As it descended once more to the city, a crescendo of lightning played over its surface, growing ever more frenzied until it seemed to simply be wreathed in electrical power. The man within held it in check as the beast began to alter its size, shrinking and ballooning into something that resembled but its head trailing a short tail, when the head was inflated to larger proportions. Now, the Ouroboros was 20ft wide, 25ft long, and only 8ft high. It entered the canyon of buildings once more.

And that when Jack Thirteen let the built lightning erupt. One might have called it a rocket of plasma that ripped nearly 200ft long that accelerated the Ouroboros from a quant Mach 2 to well over Mach 15, a bolt of incandescent, luminous silver leaving a solar flare hot trail of plasma the superheated structure fronts, and created a hurricane of a backdraft that would tear cars, trucks, signs, and foolishly outside people into a storm of shattered glass, metal, and superheated air as it ripped down the avenue like the lance of some pissed off celestial being smiting a great evil. Tapping into the magnetic field it generated, its velocity increased even more as it simply blew past the gunships like they were standing still, subjecting them instead to its following, deadly storm of debris and shattered vehicles.

The pair slingshoted out of the city and broke orbit, and once in space the velocity simply increased with the loss of friction. Jack had used his last play to generate a slingshot that propelled he and the Ouroboros into a flight plan that would finally take them back to Terra.