- Joined
- Nov 12, 2024
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Within the now defunct workcamp, a man and a woman clad in black masks and attire stand across from a dusty terminal still stained with long dried blood across its screen. Wires feed out to an APC parked outside in the arrid heat, the vehicle sand stained. Feeding into the data-racks and terminal, the low hum as the electricity was fed out from the armored vehicle muffled outside as the two masked agents peer to one another. The woman held a data-pad in her hand, plugged into the terminal as the archives were downloaded onto the device. The light glow absorbed into the opaque visage on their face and glinting off the ports she spoke to their fellow unit.
"My, my...Mr. Ramos. Quite the shame really, not many are given second chances.."
The man retorted with a huff:
"Miss; not many people shoot a Unit in the leg and beat him bloody and walk away from it either."
"Yes, yes. If not for the use their Mother had with the CMS; any low-level factory foreman would have been executed on the spot. Not to mention City 60 is rife with corruption -...we really would do best to clean that stain out our Benefactors identity up. Though Rome wasn't built in a day, or in their case tainted in one either. One step at a time..."
**The woman let out a low hum, distorted into static beyond the vocoder.**
"Though with her becoming a recent..."missing person" - and the recent developments dispatch's algorithm has approved the amputation of their genetic lineage. He will turn up, and will be removed from the gene pool after we get the answers we desire. His old friends have been quite the thorn in our side and disrupting socio-stability and necessary terraforming."
The woman unplugs their data-pad from the terminal as they swipe and type through it with their stylus before pointing the stylus up and towards the direction of the APC outside.
"We have what we came for. Notify dispatch we are en-route."
Relations
(WIP)
█ - Confidant | █ - Friendly | █ - Acquaintances | █ - Mild Dislike | █ - Serious Issues | █ - Enemies |
Sam Waters
First guy I met in that damned worksite, drinking himself into a stupor regularly. Running from his problems down to the bottom of a bottle. A good man, and a realist. Was real stubborn about trusting any rogue units, don't blame the guy I ain't much a fan either. Promised if he just stuck it out I'd show him the ropes on making some good moonshine; if he turns up again I ain't no flake.
Thomas Sanchez
Got this stare about him like there's a damn hamster on a wheel trying to churn up enough energy. Sure as hell ain't gonna find him hanging around with the modern day Socrates. Good guy though still, ain't nothing malicious about him.
Alex/Polybius
One of the few outta this montley crew I would've trusted with my life. Real observant, and actually gave a damn about the best interest of people be it alive or dead. Without him Shah would've had our dumbasses fooled and I'd be out in the fucking cotton fields or turned into chopped liver. The entire group owes that man a hell of a lot, goddamn shame he wasn't able to see the fruits of his passion and watch that creepy motherfucker Shah croak with his own two eyes. I ain't the type to let a good man with a passion's legacy never be fulfilled. Alex, if you're up there in heaven - ya done good; the group's on a better track after showing what they're capable of to Ether. We couldn't have done it without you man, and...honestly I still find myself wishing you were still here to set these guys straight.
Brooklyn McGowan
Honestly I don't even know this broad, but everyone seems to rally for her. Running around like chickens with their heads off every time they were trying to help her or bail her out. You better be worth all the fuckin effort lady, 'cause the attention could've gone elsewhere and saved other lives. They traded their investments into different avenues and their lives for yours - and I hope when we finally do formally meet you recognize that.
Maddison/30303
I can't stand this bitch. Ain't gonna lie though, something about her shitty attitude I find endearing. She a real cunt and a pig cop no doubt, but we need strong people that aren't pushovers. So you get a small pass, bitch.
The Watcher
Did good work with Alex. Real reclusive type so there ain't much to gauge off em but a friend of Alex is a friend of mine. Still can't get that mental snapshot of him shooing Alex off at the other end of the forcefield like he was a nosy child.
The Stranger
Eugh...French...you can thank my Uncle for forcing that godforsaken language on me as a youngin' that I was able to translate for ya'. Real fucked up in the head, I think the guy is actually genuinely schizophrenic. He ain't no harm or malicious though. Hope you enjoyed the smokes.
Chance Vice
Snarky little shit, real full of himself. Ain't gonna lie, we need more of that around here.
Dr Schwartzkopf
The fellas in the group really hyped this bitch up, about all her PhDs and how she's a genius. Apparently she's got a motherfucking ICBM at the bunker? The fuck is this Dr Evil shit? What's next she got sharks with laser beams?
MPF-C60.JUDGE-i1.00344
I don't know where the fuck you came from bro, but I ain't gonna lie it's suspicious as shit. Still I ain't one to not give someone the benefit of the doubt but I got my eye on your Andre The Giant ass.
Cody Foley
This kids way too innocent. He's got a lot to learn. Have to hand it to em though he's still kicking so that's something at least. Still he's gonna have to toughen up and wisen up, and toss that bright eyed childish shit out the window if he wants to survive. Somebodys gonna take advantage of that poor kid at best, or he'll wind up dead at worst.
Lucas Leavitt
The best leaders at the ones that rise up to the occasion, I meant that when I said it and ya ain't been disappointing me. It ain't an easy role to have. We ain't get off on the right foot when we first met with me being cautious of outsiders, but I think you understand why that was now - especially with the whole Shah situation and now with everything else going on. You ain't the type to go barking orders or throw your weight around like a tyrant, you stay level headed and respectful to everyone around you. That's what a real man does. I just already know with the way he is that he's gonna blame himself and take every shortcoming to heart. The curse of being one of the ones people look to, I suppose.
Daniel / Banana Man
Did me a real solid with the decontamination after that headhumper burst into God knows what onto me. Taking a gas shower from strangers ain't the smartest thing to do, ain't gonna lie I didn't trust the bastard; but I haven't croaked yet. Still ain't gonna go jumping at the next opportunity and get my ass Anne Franked. I owe ya one though, pal.
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