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| Topic Started: Mar 24 2010, 12:46 AM (547 Views) | |
| Omega Sentinel(Old) | Mar 24 2010, 12:46 AM Post #1 |
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Date: March 22 Time: Noon The FBI had their own training facility in Virginia called Hogan’s Alley. This was a false town that was built in the 1980’s. It had everything a person could want or need. There was a grocery store, a barber’s shop, houses, a hotel and building or business to make modern life livable. It was almost perfect except that no one lived there. It was filled with actors during training exercises for the Bureau. Most of the actors portrayed innocent bystanders but there were some for the purpose of instruction that played the part of terrorists, murderers, and gunmen. SHIELD had a similar training facility but it was located in the New Mexico desert far away from any community that might be endangered by the mutant powers and weapons that could be employed during training sessions. The ghost town was called Silver Falls and was quite expansive. Silver Falls didn’t have trained agents as actors, though. They employed lifelike droids called Life Model Decoys or LMD’s. These allowed SHIELD trainees to exercise their judgment to the limit and then be graded afterwards to fully appreciate the consequences of their actions. The team of SHIELD operatives in of the New York City helicarrier were assembled at Silver Falls for a training session. Perhaps for some of them it was their first experience at the training course and for others it was old hat. It could offer them valuable experience before they found themselves in the field facing potentially deadly hostiles. For Agent Shapandar, it was nothing new. She had done exercises like this before as well as activity in the field. She stood with the rest of her team listening to the orders and instruction. She was having a difficult time following though, because her mind was preoccupied with an email she had received earlier. Sentinel’s mother and father wanted to visit her. They had saved up a lot of money and felt it had been too long a wait between visits. This was not something that Karima wanted to happen. She did not want her family involved in her life. She was a disgrace to them having become a monstrosity. Omega Sentinel shook her head slightly and pried her attention away so she could focus on the instructions. “The scenario is pretty simple,” the instructor said. “We have a situation where the daughter of a foreign dignitary has been kidnapped and is held somewhere in Silver Falls. There are sympathizers with the terrorist cause throughout and will attack. Some of these sympathizers have information as to the whereabouts of the daughter. The goal of the exercise is to shutdown this terrorist cell and gather enough prisoners to supply information to extensive plans of the larger terrorist branch as well as successful rescue the hostage. Any questions?” “There are times when the hostage cannot be rescued without harm,” Karima said. “True, but it is our aim to try and help or protect those innocents whenever possible,” the instructor said. “Anything else?” Karima looked up. The sun was directly overhead and the air was warm, much warmer and drier, compared to that of the climate controlled helicarrier in New York. She smiled. This would be a nice exercise in the nice weather. She was just glad that she had skin enough to feel the warm sunshine. For Karima Shapandar, life had become largely about the small blessings. |
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| Sunfire(Joe) | Mar 24 2010, 03:59 AM Post #2 |
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As Shiro Yoshida was not actually an agent of SHIELD, he was not participating in this particular training exercise, not in the way those actually in the agency's employ were. He stood back, alongside the isntructor, arms folded at his chest. He was here to lend his experience to those actually in training. To observe, to evaluate. He was, after all, a "veteran" superhero, well versed in the way the "game" was to be played, and already trained extensively by his own government in such exercises. For him to participate would be akin to a ranked soldier going through boot camp. It would have been unnecessary and detrimental to those in the training exercise. But he could lend his knowledge upon observation, watching them as they work and seeing how they coalesce as a team. He had experience leading teams, after all. He knew what to look for - who could take initiative, who needed to be told what to do, who needed their hands held - and this was what he would be looking for. He allowed the others their chance to ask their questions of the supervisor, having nothing to add himself. This was their training exercise, their objectives - in this case, he was merely there to watch. |
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| Justice | Mar 24 2010, 11:46 PM Post #3 |
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You never wanted to get rusty. That logic was almost a cardinal rule, in spite of what you did or how you did it the worst thing an agent could do Vance knew was become to confident in themselves. You started thinking you were too god for training, too skilled for routine missions, next thing you knew you found yourself on the sad end of a bullet. No, practice made perfect and continuous practice made a good agent. He wanted to be better, needed to be the best, all the stops were being pulled out in the course of that. Complacency meant ineffective, and the only thing worse to Justice then death was being ineffective. He stood alongside the contingency of SHIELD agents assembled for the mission, eyes shielded by his trademark aviator shades. He had ran this course a few times, played out the various scenarios the machines threw out at them. The machinations always presented tons of variables so there was little chance of encountering the same set up twice. like every SHIELD practice the sole purpose of this mission was too keep them on their feet. It wasn't there to measure their successes but rather their failures. If you knew what you were doing wrong you could improve on it, and that knowledge when placed in real world settings could be the key to making all the difference He laced his fingers together extending them out, popping the knuckles. He rolled his head releasing the tension as he prepared mentally for the set up. True, they were facing machines, but he liked to invasion it all as being real. The truer he could make it in his mind, the more serious it would all become, the more affective he would be. The instructor stood before them explaining what the protocol was. What was to come. Omega Sentinel was the first to express her voice, and on her heels he followed with his own. "Are we to approach this with absolute force?" The instructor answered back. " Like any mission its up to you individually to decide how much force your going to put out. However, this is not a bomb and blast this is a apprehend and rescue. We don't want a town in rubble with reports spreading out that SHIELD was responsible. Get the job done, but be practical about it. Your the best of the best its time to prove you've earned your stripes" A cocky smiled crossed the young agents face as he removed his glasses and set them inside his duffel. Feeling the familiar sensation of his mind open up to force the telekinetic energy he created around him he lifted himself a few feet off the ground. "Then lets go rescue some diplomat's daughter." He smiled at Karima. "Twenty bucks says I find her before you do." Both agents took the job as well as their practices seriously, but it never hurt to make the stakes a little fun, it kept them human after all. |
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| Jesse Aaronson | Mar 25 2010, 05:23 AM Post #4 |
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Jesse was silent, while the other agents asked their questions. This exercise was simple. Get in, get the 'girl', get out. Neutralize baddies along the way. Don't blow the place up in the process. Done. He didn't need anything more and when he spoke, it was a simple yes or no question. "Can we start now?" He was impatient now, and the sooner they got this done, the sooner they could move on to something else. Keep the ball rolling. He hadn't paid any of his teammates any mind since they'd arrived, and only now did he really look at them. He knew their names and powers. Well, he knew Justice (a pretentious name, Bedlam thought) was a telekinetic, which were always useful. He wasn't quite sure what exactly Omega Sentinel was capable of. He just knew she was some kind of cyborg. It didn't matter very much, though. Way he saw it, his powers were most suited to successfully complete all of their objectives for this particular mission. Despite the fact that he really didn't care whether they really worked together or not (he really would prefer to work alone), they were obviously supposed to work together "Is this a competition? I didn't think it was. And we shouldn't make it one. That might encourage individuals to make unwise decisions for the sake of 'winning'. If this is supposed to be a training, I think we should approach it as seriously as though that were a real captive with a real life. A real life that will be lost if we fuck this up." |
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| Issac Bradford | Mar 25 2010, 06:10 PM Post #5 |
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Issac loved the sun. Unlike most shut in nerds, when you are raised in colorado, you developed a taste for the outdoors. Mostly. He had a couple friends back then who spent all their time on EverQuest. All they ate was pizza and ramen and never saw sunlight. There was almost a transparent quality to their skin. Issac vaguely remembered seeing a few mutants on file with skin like that, just more exaggerated, you could see their bones. Issac at the time had thought it was pretty cool, but the nerds who have transparent skin from lack of sunlight are mostly just fat and grody. Issac was volunteered for the training session, mostly because of his performance in the subway in February, which Issac himself felt humiliated over. Nothing he could really do about it, he had done his job the best he could, he was mostly untrained in anything but programing and communications. He had a 9mm pistol holstered to his hip, and a messenger bag full of various tech things like his netbook and a EMP bomb for a certain special emergency scenario involving a certain technopath. Hearing the instructions Issac nodded to himself, folding his hands behind his back and holding them there stiffly. He took a few steps forward to step beside Jesse, and rubbed his forearm. "And not particularly fair for some of us. We should work as a Unit." He nodded to himself. "Not everything in life is a game, in fact most of it isnt. Run around thinking like that and you are going to get your ass killed." Issac continued, transitioning to another thought "I can neutralize crowds, if thats all we need to do, crowd control is something I am particularly good at." He felt really out of place with all these mutants around, feeling as if someone without offensive talents didn't even belong in Shield. Things like that had been at the forefront of his mind lately. |
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| Dugan | Mar 27 2010, 06:59 PM Post #6 |
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They were SHIELD. Just rescuing a hostage wasn't enough for them. They had to get the kid out of the clutches of the bad men without getting her hurt, all the while interrogating captured or wounded terrorists for information that would lead to an even bigger prize – the terrorist mother ship. Dugan pulled the cigar from his mouth and spit on the ground as he listened to the trainer and the rest of these kids go back and forth between them. As a ranking officer of SHIELD, he didn't particularly have to be here, but he was the babysitter for their special little unit, and he wanted to make sure the kids played well with each other. “Kids' got a point, Justice. We start competing with each other, then we ain't gonna end up with squat. Leave the capitalism to the useless turds on Wall Street.” He shoved the cigar back in his mouth, tipped his derby back on his head, and threw the large rifle across the tops of his broad shoulders. He gave the trainer a nod, “Yeah... lets get goin. Terrorists ain't the most patient guys out there. Their trigger fingers get itchy.” Dugan took a couple steps forward, surveying the town, which looked unnaturally quiet. He let out a deep sigh, “Justice and Karima should probably take point. They're our heavy-hitters here.” He looked over his shoulder at Jesse and Issac, “Boys, while they're blazin a trail for us, you keep 'em from getting flanked. Watch their backs. Everyone, get the information you can out of your victim and do what you gotta do to make sure they don't get back up. Don't get soft on me.” He shrugged, “That's all I'm gonna say. Take it or leave it, but I ain't gonna whisper little suggestions in your ear when it starts. Oh... and if none of you get that girl in twenty minutes and this old man has to step in and show all you superpowered freaks how to do the job right, you all owe me twenty a piece.” He turned around and strode back to stand by Sunfire, giving the man a look out of the corner of one eye. Finally, he pulled a fresh cigar out of his pocket and held it in front of the man standing beside him, “Cigar?” |
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| Omega Sentinel(Old) | Mar 28 2010, 04:39 AM Post #7 |
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The team had gathered and listened to their instructions. Several of them had questions but their instructor was ready and eager to get the SHIELD agents the responses they needed. Sunfire, stood aside from the rest of the group. He was holding himself proud and tall. His jaw was set haughtily, seeing as he had more SHIELD experience than most any of the agents gathered on there that afternoon. Justice asked if they were to use maximum force for the exercise. It was up to the agents to determine to what degree they exercised their authority. Surely, in a situation that could result in the death of a teammate they could intercede with lethal force but they would also need live bodies to interrogate for information. The young mutant smiled cockily. His telekinetic powers lifted him off the ground and he offered a challenge to Karima to turn the exercise into a competition. Omega knew that proposition would be high inappropriate but she did find the idea thrilling, to some degree. Perhaps it could give her something to take her mind off of her parents’ wanting to visit. It could get her adrenaline flowing and allow her to let off some steam. Before the Sentinel could either agree or disagree to the challenge one of the newer team members, Agent Bedlam spoke up and shot the idea down. He was practically fresh from the academy and was sure to have recently memorized the manual. If he was an agent worth his salt, he could recite it in his sleep. He had a very good point. “I’ll take a rain check on your offer, Justice,” Shapandar said looking up to the floating mutant. “Perhaps another time when our professional integrity can’t be called into question.” Dugan stepped in at the end and issued some stepping orders. He pointed out that Beldam had a point, after graciously spitting his cigar stub to the dirt, and said that they should work as a team with Justice and Sentinel taking point. He also pointed out that he was not going to lead them around and hold their hands like babies. Karima wouldn’t have it any other way. Dugan then practically gave them the ‘go-ahead’ after saying that he didn’t want to have to clean up their mess in twenty minutes. Sentinel broke out a case of radio headsets and handed them out. These would have to suffice until there was a time that there was a telepath on their team. “You heard the man,” she said as she approached the edge of the tow taking point. TEK Sentinel’s weapons deployed as she stalked slowly forward, keeping herself behind cover when at all possible. She could incapacitate with her electrostun poles and cause minor heat damage with the plasma cannon. If she needed to, she could turn up the juice and fry some of these mechanical terrorists. Through her sensors she could tell that her mutant teammates were nearby. She was getting signatures nearby but it was too early to tell if they were hostiles. None of them were registering as mutants though. The LMDs could be programmed to give off mutant power signatures but it could turn out that they had to face the run-of-the-mill terrorist that day. “I’m picking up movement up ahead,” she said. “Potential hostiles.” |
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| Sunfire(Joe) | Mar 29 2010, 04:11 AM Post #8 |
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Sunfire scoffed slightly as Justice suggested a competition. It suggested eagerness, brashness, overconfidence. A trait Shiro shared, at times, more often than he cared to admit, but he had over a decade of experience using his powers to battle crime, superhuman or otherwise, under his belt. He had earned a certain degree of that. Justice was not quite there yet. Luckily, Bedlam put that idea down and fast. Shiro liked him. He was efficient, he was dedicated, and he was unafraid to do what he had to do. He was still a bit new, though - and there were times when his rookie tendencies showed through despite his demeanor. It was Omega Sentinel he was expecting the most out of. Of all of them, she exhibited the most soldier-like tendencies, the determination, the skill set. But he had been surprised before in the past, so he wasn't going to let his instinctual expectations color his observation of the exercise. He glanced over at Dugan as he offered a cigar, pondering it for a moment. "Thank you, but no," he said with a sharp shake of his head. "Tell me, what do you make of them? Who do you think exhibits the most promise?" |
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| Jesse Aaronson | Apr 4 2010, 02:19 AM Post #9 |
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Dugan said it himself. He wasn't gonna be holding their hands. They needed to be able to work this out on their own. He offered his bit of advice, and it sounded like sound advice, until Jesse thought about their objectives. This formation seemed directly intended for combat, which would be fine were they not trying to keep somebody alive while they fought. Then again, Jesse didn't really know Omega's capablities yet, nor the level of control Justice had. He was ready to assume that Justice lacked the restraint to exibit any manner of fine control. It seemed like it was time to start, and Jesse examined his headset for a moment before putting it on. It would most definitely fry if he needed to disable a mechanical device, but it couldn't be helped. Jesse could only hope that the robots were sophisticated enough to respond as a human would to his powers. He'd been though very thorough training in the use of his powers, both at Xavier's and with SHIELD. His control was as fine as a surgeon's. He could protect the Sentinel from any affects of his powers, but the headset was on his damn head! There was no amount of control he could gain to keep it from becoming useless. Focusing on his nonphysical senses, Jesse searched forward. Like the Sentinel, he picked up a few individuals ahead. Eight, and two of them seemed different from the others. When he compared the robots to humans, Jesse determined that the difference was similar to that between baseline humans and mutants. Two of the robots gave off a more powerful enegertic feedback. Likely due to the extra power required to simulate the mutant abilities. "There are seven of them, and two of them might be designed to simulate mutants. Beware." Remembering Dugan's instructions, Bedlam kept an eye on their sides and behind. No need for any undue surprises. |
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| Justice | Apr 9 2010, 05:12 AM Post #10 |
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"Showtime" he said aloud as the signal was given and the simulation put into effect. Being sniped at for his suggestion of making the session a little more interesting didn't bother him much. He was still in the stage of this where though he knew how serious and important the work he was doing was it was still very much fun. He lived for this, something about it all, maybe the rush of adrenaline that kicked off when you knew your life was on the line, or the clinical mindset that would overtake you as you approached everything with thought, emotion put in check, but something about it all seemed to sing to his blood. The truth was he enjoyed what he did. Sure the badge sometimes pricked more then it weighed comfortably, but overall he was happy with who he was. Bet or no bet the young telekinetic was still in it to win it He stayed on foot with Karima as the girl who was part cyborg shifted from mortal to weaponed cyborg. The transformation when first viewed could be jarring but after the first few times it had became old hat. He spoke into the headsets she had handed him, detailing positions, possible targets. The trick was to be the eyes and ears of your backs while you covered your own front. Like Shapandar he kept cover whenever he could, handgun stretched out before him. In all honesty the weapon was a secondary tool, his mind was his main arsenal, but it went along with the image, and sometimes people answered more to a bullet then to a telekinetic blow. Karima issued out her readings, seconded by Bedlams more descriptor detailing. The instinct to crash first ask questions later surged in him, but he stilled it. This wasn't about how brazen you were but how effective. The operative was to be like a surgeon, quick and precise, in and out, with as less collateral damage as possible. "I'm on it" he said back into the headset, gun still armed in protective stance. He pressed his back beside the door, and counted. He waited three beats for Sentinel to get in position, and then with a telekinetic thought he busted the door open. No guts no glory he thought as he threw himself into the the room, telekinetic energy outstretching to knock back any attack that may be coming. He looked over his shoulder to assure the Sentinel was following his point, and he waited for hell to break out on them. |
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