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J.Stamp

SIG Black Operator and Scatterran capsuleer, equipped with a machine-mind and the entire arsenal of the Coalition, Stamp has recently made his appearance on Terra.

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

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J.Stamp brushed his way through the door, his head cocked over his shoulder towards the street before he closed the door beside him and planted one hand on the heavy goggles over his eyes. The equipment gave him the appearance of a bug-eyed monstrosity, the active-sensor equipment situated around heavy pieces of carbo-glass tinted a burning red. Tugging the device free, the goggles dangled at his neck while he walked through the bar, jouncing with every step he took while his arm rested at his side. His eyes darted across the tavern on his approach to the counter, icons flashing about his own vision with every person his optics came to rest on. Being a capsuleer, a human-computer in a synthetic clone, Stamp's perception of reality and his understanding on it was constantly at the forefront of his mind. His own little control tool. Seating himself at the bar, the operator withdrew a heavy-barreled handgun from his side and placed it at the counter beside him; eyes fixed toward the bartender.
"You have booze, right?" The capsuleer inquired, his bright, vibrant eyes shifting from side to side and narrowing at the bartender as the Terran looked him over with a quirk.
" ... Yes."
"Then gimme' something good."

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J.Stamp remained uninterested with the rest of the bar as the bartender brought him a shot of vodka. With a steady hand, he declared that he'll need the bottle as well and plucked it from the bartenders hand. A credit chit was on the counter beside the shot glass. J simply returned to his own methods and quickly downed the shoot, placing the empty glass onto the counter and pouring himself another shot before he noticed a silly leaf resting on his shoulder. Placing the bottle onto the counter and making one quick shuffle, the leaf came off and floated free.
"You guys must have terrible custodians, you just let a bunch of leaves in here?" He inquired, the bartender glancing back to him and shrugging his shoulders, acting as if he didn't understand the language he was speaking.

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J.Stamp looking over to the figure seating itself beside him, he couldn't help but cock a brow at the young woman, or some could say little girl, in the stool. Certain she was under the drinking age, his hand drew away the glass and bottle; not to hide the alcohol from her, but to give him more space to place one elbow. With her explanation of the leaves 'following' her, that sense of confusion simply went further. Though none of this was displayed on his face.
"Follow you? Got something they like in your pockets?" Then, realizing exactly where he was, his suspicion seemed to soften a degree.
"You're an elemental ... or something like that."

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J.Stamp narrowed his eyes slightly; in his own vision a complete spectral analysis was turning the little facts and specifics of the anomalies into a cacophony of icons and little displays. Though incapable of offering an explanation, his guess was just as good as anyone else's as the capsuleer softened his face slightly and turned toward the bar. Truth in the designation as soldier, he nodded his head in a slight affirmation.
"Just on the way through, new on the planet. Place is a pretty big dot on the tourist map."

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J.Stamp quirking a brow at the girl, she was certainly too cherry to be anything he could relate with. It went without saying that most Scatterrans held very little consideration for the other humanoid races. With a cold gaze he followed her description of the city. Truth be told he thought this place was a dump too, a metaphorical sprawl of sin and savagery that had become a cancer on the planet. All since the arrival of the major powers, of course. Namely the Tripartite.
"Right ... So you live in the city?"

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J.Stamp eying the bar in front of him surreptitiously, he quizzically returned to the conversation at hand, returning his intense visage back to the woman. At her inquiry, Stamp placed a palm to his chin and stroked the skin slowly as the woman chattered off; acting on behalf of the Coalition, his true allegiances were instructed to be "murky" for his duty on the planet. Placing his elbows back down onto the counter, he quickly looked the other way for a moment before speaking.
"I'm working for a Scatterran firm outside of ... what's it called, Berlin." He remarked pointedly, though at the woman's mention of the Belkan Hegemony the capsuleer seemed to stiffen.

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Get someone to judge that.

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J.Stamp looked slightly inattentive at the mention of old Earth. Though returning to his leisurely slack, he nodded to her; hoping she understood the concept of a city called "Berlin" in the nation of Germany, met with positive results Stamp tossed one arm onto the counter.
"Yeah, has river in it -- Used to be run by a man with a silly mustache -- " Confused though he was by her behavior, he was certain there was little to fear in the terms of danger.
"No, I haven't seen the statue in the plaza ... I was unaware there was one."

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J.Stamp nodded, having recalled read something about a statue in the plaza dedicated to something. At least she didn't appear to be entirely clueless, having a good grasp of the situation around her was tantamount to survival in this city, or this entire universe for that matter. With her introduction, Stamp committed the girl's name to an almost infinite memory before returning the introduction.
"My name is J, nice to meet you Aerilyn ... guess it just must've skipped us."

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J.Stamp gave a certain allowance at the girl's apologies. Part of him flattered, and another admirable of the certain aspect of bliss she enjoyed. She was certainly young, and the thought of parents willingly allowing a child to wander through a city where people not only like Stamp were, but others on the exact opposite side of the line were about as standard as parking meters.
"Hmm, the letter. There weren't many blue-jays where I came from."

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J.Stamp peering over the edge of the building, a wicked grin framed the soldier's face as he gandered down some eight stories below to the splattered, gooey remains of a Taiyou separatist on roof top watch. His camouflage flickered once and died away, almost succumbing to the low rumble through the skies as a Coalition frigate approached low above the city. With a mechanical shriek, long booms jutted from a pack fixed to his rig and deployed with a dull thunder. Anti-Gravity was an intensely secretive Coalition technology; UCON valued efficiency. As his feet left the ground, the operator allowed his boots to dangle in suspense as the thrust quickly accelerated him toward the roof of Gambits. Banking his knees, he braced for landing and quickly cut the power to the anti-gravity system and collided with the gravel of the ceiling a second later. Tucking forward, the armor maneuvered with him to absorb the impact effectively; but this did not stop him from traveling practically two meters before stopping.
" ... HawkNest this is Ancient, I'm on-location at the last known whereabouts. Found some Taiyou pulling roof patrol." His voice was a dull, nearly weak sound as he quickly retrieved the modified M56 from his pack and prepared the weapon.
"Affirmative Ancient, you're green light to move on all assets. Hunting season is open."

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J.Stamp pacing around the roof toward the stairway, he gripped the Lashkav securely in one hand while the other activated the barrier manifold; a device generating an efficient field of defense for an infantry or foot soldier. It activated with a loud hiss, deploying into a shimmering flurry just in time to connect with the doorway and knock it clean from its hinges in a shower of sparks. As the operator stumbled down the stairs, he quickly deactivated the shield coming to a stop at the landing.
"Affirmative ... Alright, Vanko. Please tell me this princess hasn't gotten herself shot already, I've been all over the damn city." He remarked hastily, pacing down a dark hallway with his thermal imaging active and his weapon at the ready.
"You will be aware of her when she makes herself known. If you hear gunshots, go towards them. I'm certain she'll be associated." Vanko's voice was an almost angering monotone; driving J to even more frustration as he peered down the stairway leading to the lower floors, and inevitably the tavern.
"Uh ... huh. How necessary is this one's survival again?" He returned, deactivating his thermal imaging for a moment and removing his optical goggles before placing one hand to a power box that served the lighting for the roof access. With the digital integration of the bar, Gambits itself was networked into an entire web of computers across Wing City.
"This is silly ... All of this is silly ... I'm performing breaking and entering on a bar ... college doesn't pull this shit ... " Stamp remarked coldly as he bypassed the relatively easy Gambits countermeasures before attempting to peer through the eyes of countless cameras throughout the bar. He just had to make sure he didn't get one useless, like most of them probably were.
" ... Shit."

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J.Stamp perked his head at a curious piece of conversation as he scanned through the bar. In his lack of attention, he had forgotten which channel it was, but had the audio recorded. Playing it back several times, it required the same time to fully comprehend why exactly someone would say that in a bar of all places. Confused to a degree, J narrowed his eyes as he played the clip back through small speakers fixed to his armor.
" -- fuck someone in the ass and not have the god damn common courtesy to -- reach-around!"
"Did ... did that sound like it, Vanko?" J inquired softly, the audio suddenly breaking to static as Vanko returned to the line.
"Hold on, playing it back now ... Yeah." His response was quick, he could almost hear a laugh from the other side.
"Yeah, that's it."

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J.Stamp chuckled to himself as he disengaged the interface and glanced over the stairs toward the landing. Four or so stories to go, it surely couldn't get that bad that quickly. Activating the capsuleer-interface, an intricate HUD system flashed to life before his own eye; displayed using the power of his own mind. Shouldering the M56, J quickly unleashed the MSR-12 shotgun. Pumping the weapon once, the coils of the scatter rifle whirred to life as a fresh slug was loaded into the chamber. Well aware of the growing hostility down stairs, he made quick effort to arrive before the worst occurred.

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J.Stamp stomping down the stairway, J nearly felt the echoes of disturbances in the network of Gambits. Residual effects of being 'attached' to the mainframe through wireless nodes left behind by his intrusions. A chair was thrown, that was certain; there was movement all throughout the bar, no way of knowing who was friendly and who wasn't. So he just assumed everyone wasn't; clearing a landing, his activated the weapon's primary function; a semi-automatic 9-gauge room scrubber. Fuck yeah.
"Alrighty then. Moving to engage, ta-ta." J's remark was caught with an almost immediate remark from Vanko.
"Hold on a second, I didn't say kill everything!" He bolstered, the interference almost inflicting his concentration as he hopped down to the final landing and simply crouched above the stairway before lobbing one of nearly six non-lethal dazzler and flashbangs. Going off in rapid succession, the multi-detonation tools would unexpectedly explode a total of nearly five times, providing an almost constant fury throughout the bar.
"Don't worry, we'll use the fireworks first!"

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J.Stamp rolling another dazzler down the stair way in the second detonation of the primary, J hauled the grenade back and slung it with force down the stair well, causing it to bounce and roll across the bar before exploding into light and deafening thunder. A third, and soon a fourth followed before J finally retrieved his shotgun and turning off the power to the weapons reflex sight. Closing his eyes and centering his hearing as well, the capsuleer inhaled sharply as a cold washed over his mind and his vision and hearing was suddenly lacking existence. Instead, his mind had forged the image of Gambits through the network; tapped into a constant updating network, his feet traced down the stairs as his variable camouflage activated; literally mimicking the staccato flashes of light and long strobes of the laser dazzlers. It was not meant to keep him concealed, it was to blind anyone that dare look at him.

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J.Stamp quickly secured his exit through a window beside the door as the woman broke for the exit. She sprinted out before he could leave himself, so he simply unleashed the blast from the MSR-12 into the window; which shattered to reveal his exit before he simply hauled himself through the break in the wall. Outside, he quickly dove from the porch and toward the alley, barely avoiding the slicing beam of light that traced up the street from the frigate flying low above the roof tops. Outside, the air screamed from massive turbines and starship engines suspended low over the city.

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J.Stamp pulled his hands upward and let his gloved fingers grip around the hand-plate of the blast helm. Letting the wicked grin spread across his face, the 8 foot behemoth that encumbered him responded like it was a second skin as he dragged the blast plate down onto around his head and locked the device onto the chest plate with a mechanical click. Atop the high-rise barely a kilo from the government center, the Counter-Balance operative had spent the better part of the entire afternoon and night assembling the Conductor modules until they were of workable status. As is, the unit's shield generator was already leeching itself into the onboard weapon system. In a split second, the transuranium armor blinked from sight as the operator hefted himself up onto the edge of the building. He had watched the storm gather overhead, and before events that would be quite unfortunate transpired, the capsuleer had already been corralled by the suddenly re-activated Director Ryan Riley of Division 1.
"Hoo boy ... I knew I'd pay for college some day." He chuckled underneath the encumbering suit, letting several HUD images flip across the screen; surveying the entire city in a myriad of optical and physical sensors before he activated a small bleeping icon to his left.
"Director ... Go ahead." Stamp rolled his eyes as Ryan spoke, letting one hand tighten around the physical grip he used to control his movements and actions in the armor.
"You know the drill. It was only a matter of time before they started this war -- we're fighting silent from now on. The Terrans don't know who saved their asses, understand?"
"Oh, I hear you loud and clear."

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J.Stamp peered over the edge of the high-rise, beneath his armored visage he pursed his lips and tested his odds while flexing his fingers around the control pylon. Perking his head at a rattle of gunfire toward the government center, J looked back down between his feet before Riley's voice crackled through his headset and roared to life.
"God dammit, Operator, what the fuck are you doing?! Kill the fucking Aschen!" J mumbled under his breath to the Director and stepped off the ledge of the building, his weight startling him for a moment as he fought to correct himself while descending from 15 stories above the city street. Watching the ground approach between his feet, the operator made one fluid motion to quickly raise his feet towards his chest, and watch the air tear apart around him as he was enveloped in the shimmering barrier that shook him through his core until depositing him on the roof of the government building with a thunderous crash.
"Hoooly shit -- We have a confirm on the Rip-Jump!" The 8 foot warrior quickly struggled to his feet, the plating of the armor glowing a vibrant red as thin trails of scorching plasma dripped from the figure and burned deep holes into the roofing.
"I'm gonna' need those quantums online dammit, Riley, where's the fucking button!" He inquired, his feet stomping forward as he shifted through the scanning arrays of the armor and looked down into the building below. Thermal was no good, displaying nothing but a bunch of dead bodies a few stragglers stupid enough to be stuck in the building -- until, of course, the boson sensor finally kicked into power and the operator quickly pinpointed the cluster of figures in an office room.
"Targets identified! Awwww you're all fucked now!" Stamp laughed to himself as he shifted his entire mass forward, coming to a slide on his knees and position himself just above the hallway to the office while yanking his arm backwards. Feeling the ceiling give way from his weight, he m

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; "Targets identified! Awwww you're all fucked now!" Stamp laughed to himself as he shifted his entire mass forward, coming to a slide on his knees and position himself just above the hallway to the office while yanking his arm backwards. Feeling the ceiling give way from his weight, he made haste to quickly charge his fist with energy before simply slamming it down and crushing the roof in with a force of gravity that could render a starship in half. As he quickly fell through the ceiling, a gust of power rushing through the corridor, buckling the walls containing it and blowing the windows out with force, even ripping the metal fixings and steel girders from their holdings by the massive electromagnetic pulse. **