EDIT: Gotcha

You all have been asked nicely.

You said it, buddy.



I'll leave it up to my public relations coordinator to schedule a war with LeoBrZ81.

Here is something I whipped up

cool sig

Owen, thanks for posting the sig you made! Great to see you have skills with these things! I'll definitely make a note of it

Everyone who wishes may use the sig without question! There's also some more sigs a couple pages back that Xtactics made! So now there's a whole bounty for all proud agents wishing to spread the word about our clan!

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The "weaponry", per-say, of the O.I.A. base was a lengthy and broad hallway filled with quite a lot of silver and a few control panels here and there whose functions not even I knew. Lying atop sleek shelves and hovering surfaces were neatly-organized weapons from a shipment we had just received. I had my eye on a particular one that resembled a slightly-oversized machine gun, except it had two oval-shaped tubes on its sides containing a red and a blue liquid. Jordan, one of the lead supervisors of the base's weaponry, finally spoke as he walked me through the contents of the hall.

Jordan: "There's really a lot to choose from in this latest shipment for the agents' trip into Outworld. I personally think you should give this baby to your best armed combatant."

He walks to a slender gun similar to a pitch-black Assault Rifle. Not much above the handle, however, is a small iron pad supporting a tightly-coiled, thin-as-paper silver cord.

Jordan: "Other than your standard 5-bullets-to-the-head-in-2-seconds feature, this baby will release a thin cord when you press this button right here. The cord flies unswervingly at its nearest target, rips right through the enemy's flesh, then protrudes a tiny claw once it reaches the other side. The result? You got your enemy completely trapped at your mercy, with a tiny silver cord wrangling their insides. If they get too rowdy, you can also always press this blue button right on the side here to release a wave of electricity that'll carry through the cord into their bodies. Bottom line, if you catch your average attacker with this, he's done for."

"That's just the thing... not everyone's average in a place like Outworld."

Jordan: "Weeelll.... then how about this?"

Next he walks me over to a seemingly average Submachine Gun. Real beautiful piece of work, but I quietly wondered what it was that made it less a gun and more a qualified weapon fit for someone in the Outerworld Investigation Agency.

Jordan: "Crafted especially by our very own engineers, this one has a state-of-the-art tracking feature. Do you see it has two triggers? Shoot with the left one, and the gun will release a minute little orb that, when coming into contact with flesh, will instantly increase in temperature more than a hundred degrees. The result is the orb will be embedded, at least temporarily, into the enemy's flesh. Then, shoot with the right trigger, and every single bullet you release will go straight to the unlucky son of a bitch carrying the orb. You can even have your back turned to him if you want, hahahaha!"

Jordan seemed a little too excited about guns and violence... hopefully I had a professional working for me, and not an undercover mass murderer.

That's when it happened...

The hall glared with red. I looked around. The emergency system had gone off. Sirens were blaring frantically in every few feet of the walls, begging someone to do something about whatever it was that caused them to go off. I released my communication device from my belt and immediately answered the incoming call.

O.I.A. Agent Over Device: "Sir, we have a break-in. An unidentified intruder had his cover blown exactly 14 seconds ago by an automatic face-recognition scanner. His last location was the fifth floor, hallway B2. Searching has commenced."

"Shit! How the fuck did this asshole get into my base?"

Jordan's wide eyes simply watched, bathed in red light, as I strode over to the segment of wall that harbored the only control panel I could recognize. Activating it, I spoke loud and clear, emitting a message to all agents within the O.I.A. and Special Forces Bases.

"All agents prepare for apprehension! We have an intruder within the O.I.A. Base! Repeat, we have an intruder in the O.I.A. Base! Suspect last seen in the fifth floor, hallway B2! It is my guess that he is heading to the Depository where the Hobart Crystal is being kept! All agents are strongly advised to proceed to said location and use force to take the suspect down and bring him to me! Repeat, use force to take the suspect down! Over and out."

Jordan: "Sir, permission to arm myself?"

"Permission granted to arm yourself with a STANDARD SEMI-AUTOMATIC PISTOL! You are not skilled enough to handle the bigger toys. Now round up as many agents nearby as you can and keep this place secure, last thing I want is some lowlife gaining access to the types of weapons we have."

With the standard "Yes, sir!", Jordan whips out a pistol from his holster and sprints out of the hall. I take out a second device in my possession and turn it on. The clear black screen is replaced by a view of the Depository and the two hallways encircling its entrance vault. If the intruder was somehow skilled enough to break the code of the vault, we could say goodbye to the Hobart Crystal.

Then I see it... that must be him! A tall figure dressed in an all-black outfit, only his scarred eyes looking out of the tight cloth cloaking even his facial features.

I increase my pace. As I run, I continue to watch the screen... a shadow emerges silently from behind the intruder... could it be one of the O.I.A. Agents, ready to defend the base single-handedly?

Skarlett crawled out of a crate she was in the wepons she saw the commander and said"so whats happening been taking a nap"

The loud sirens ring in my ears as I dash down the hallway, in hopes of stopping this intruder myself. The red blinking lights were enough to nearly induce a seizure. I only had my small combat knife on me; I had no time to get to my room in time. I just hope I can take this bitch with my hands. What am I saying? Of course I can. I’m OIA’s finest.

Before I knew, there I was standing in the hallway of the Depository. And there he was. Mr. Tall, Dark, and far from handsome. He was fiddling with the control panel at the entrance of the vault. He hadn’t noticed me. I looked up at the security camera and smile. I know he’s watching me. I cannot let him down.

I charge at him with a flying kick, which to my surprise he turned and grabbed with much ease. He slung me around like a trash-bag as I slammed into the hard wall. Before I could react, I felt his cold hands around my neck, as he began to choke the air out of me. In desperation, I kicked his abdomen with a retractable blade hidden in my combat boot. He let go of my neck, and retreated back, crying out in pain. I used this chance to throw at him a quick right hook, following up with a left jab. He grabbed my fist and turned it, I heard a small pop. I used my other hand to retrieve my knife, and then I stabbed it into his shoulder. I pushed on the blade, turning it as I pushed, to increase the pain, as I pushed him against the wall. I grab him by his head and slam it repeatedly against the hard, callous wall behind him.

When I let go of him, he instantly collapsed to the floor. I couldn’t tell if he was dead or not, but I doubt it. I massaged my injured hand, as I took the liberty of handcuffing him, as I hear the general walk into the hallway.

The moment I encountered B_C in front of the vault was the moment the intruder came to. He at once realized he'd been cuffed, and began writhing like a desperate worm, unsuccessfully attempting to break the binding with mere force.

"Not bad, B_C. The asshole is still alive to tell us everything about his visit..."

The word "visit" barely had time to come out of my mouth. There was a sudden THUD, followed by a pain on my back, followed by me being hurled across the hallway, way, way past the vault entrance, and finally sliding into a stop before reaching the wall. I looked up at the spineless pig who'd landed the attack... make that spineless pigs. Swarming the hall were three more men similarly dressed to match their fallen comrade.

In a second, I have my pistol in my hand. I fire at the intruder I guessed landed the blow. To my surprise, he or it drew two luminous blades, its handles shaped like a crimson dragon. The bullet bounced right off the blade. Such accuracy and speed could never be endowed to a mere lowlife who likes breaking and entering... these guys were more than your average criminal.

B_C was done being surprised at their arrival and charged at the three men at once. There's no way not to admire the agent's bravery, but sometimes bravery isn't enough to take down three skilled fighters at once. While the intruder B_C attacked backed up and continuously dodged the kicks, his two pals rapidly took a hold of B_C's arms and flung him into the vault door. That's no way of breaking a highly-secure entrance, but it sure does the job of making a motherfucker dizzy as hell. B_C slid down the vault door, clutching the back of his head.

I jumped up into a proper stance just as the newly-introduced intruders tried to release their apprehended comrade. They must've realized it's no easy task breaking apart one of our cuffs, because the moment I landed on my feet, they had thrown their bound ally down the opposite end of the hallway and decided to focus only on me. Intruder #1 of the 3 spoke to the others...

Intruder #1 "Forget Razor, we'll get him back to the spot when we're through with these two and have the crystal."

An ear-splitting BANG!

With a grunt, Intruder #2 standing nearest to the vault collapses, red liquid oozing from his shoulder. I'd purposedly aimed for his shoulder. As long as I could help it, I'd keep all of these four intruders alive until I got some answers and they'd become disposable.

Intruder #1 "Damn! You'll pay for this!"

Intruder #1 outstretches his right arm, and out comes a bladed snake-like rope flying at me. I tilt my body sideways to avoid it, but it soon becomes evident that the wall behind me, and not me, was the intended target. The rope buries itself on the wall (it was freshly-painted too), and #1 flies at me with a double-kick. I was caught by surprise, but my desperate roll was just enough for me to escape being struck. Intruders #2 and even the recently-shot #3 come at me while I'm recovering, blades in hand. B_C has come back to by now, and dives at them to buy me some time. I notice the back of his head has a neat cut on it... didn't seem serious, but I bet it hurt like crap. I wonder if my back had been messed up, too, 'cuz it still stung.

I charged at #1. I hurd punches landing behind me... couldn't tell if it was B_C or the additional intruders being hit, but I had no time to check. I engaged myself in combat with #1, in too close of quarters to use my gun. I was forced to match my hand-to-hand combat skills against his dual weapons. I was doing fine... for now, at least.

Where the hell were those other agents?

MREEEEEEEEP! MREEEEEEEEEP! MREEEEEEEP!

X: Fuckin' alarm clock.


MREEEEEEEP! MREEEEEEEEP! MREEEEEEEEEP!

I scan the deluminated vastness which was my sleeping quarters. Half-awake, I reach over to my nightstand to abruptly cease the noises which emerged from my alarm clock, or so I thought. However, as I lay my eyes upon the digital figures on the clock, I soon come to realize that it is not the clock which rings, but the security hair-trigger alarm, known to sound only during a red-alert.

X: Hoooly fucking shit!


Quicker than a fox, I toss the blankets laying across my body onto the pizza box-laden floor beneath my feet. Striding towards the door, I hastily snatch the Birthday-Cake knife laying atop the dresser. (Yes, I still haven't gotten to it yet ... sue me)


Although I hadn't been awake for the announcement, I could damn well hear where all the commotion was originating from. I bolted towards the elevator, only to find that it has been shutdown for lockdown purposes


X: Bloody FUCK!

In desperation, I hurl myself against the barred-down stairwell door leading down to the fifth floor

X: I just had to get the fucking skyview!, Agent X mutters to himself as he dashes from step to step




Five minutes and two thousands steps later, I hurl myself against the door leading to Hallway B2 on the fifth floor. To my chagrin, I burst open onto a very unusual scene- My commanding officer, Leo, and my war partner, Barkz, entangled in a sprawl against three hoodlums who seem to have missed Holloween.

X: Trick or ...


Not given any time to finish, Intruder #3 throws himself at me, tackling me onto the now debris-covered floor. The whipcream-covered knife cascades out of my grasp and lands precisley beside B_C.

After landing a strong spinning kick to my assailant, holding him off for a brief second, I notice something land toward my feet. I look down at the frosting-covered knife, and then look at Agent X on the ground being attacked by one of the intruders.

I quickly pick up the knife, aim, and throw it into the small of the enemy’s back, giving X the advantage he needed to retaliate. Still feeling bad, I say jokingly,

”Hope this makes up for the whole knocking you out thing...”

Before I can finish, I feel a sharp pain as ones of the enemies lands a powerful knee to my back. I turn, giving him an elbow to his jaw, before once again kicking him in the abdomen, making him fall to his knees in pain. I finish him off by gracefully performing a backflip, both of my boots meeting his unsightly face. I turn to my left and see General Leo fighting one of the intruders, wielding twin blades. I run up to the bastard with a high hop, followed by two horizontal bicycle kicks, successfully aiding my superior.

You get a total of 3 strikes this is # 1. Sorry if i'm being strict, but rules are rules

I couldn't help but beam when I saw X dashing into the room. His performance against the fanged bastard back at Hobart proved him a necessary force in the Agency. I'm sure he could take on his assailant without a problem while B_C and I took care of the other two.

B_C... where the hell was he?

It was a couple fractions of a second before I realized the blurry figure somersaulting beside me was the newly-appointed O.I.A. Rookie himself. With a nice demo of flying kicks, he staggers #1. As if the scene's pace had been reduced to ultra-slow-mo, an idea popped into my head as B_C dropped back to the floor; I was not about to lose the upper hand to these... whatever-they-were.

B_C lands steadily on his knees, and I leave the ground with a precise hop directly behind him, using his shoulders as a base to further my elevation. Recooperating #1 has little time to react whilst I grasp his throat between my boots and ally myself with natural gravity, swerving my torso sideways in a semicircle and releasing the victim, resulting in a rapid trip through the air ending in his demise upon the hard wall. I recover my pistol near the vault (one of the four remaining bastards in the room kicked it from where it first fell, I'd just polished the damn thing), take speedy aim, and bury an unfriendly little piece of lead between #1's eyes. A clean kill, no mess for poor Janitor Jamal.

B_C: "Yes! You missed his eye, though..."

I don't get a chance to chuckle at B_C's untimely joke. #2, who had been backing up off of X's 10-hit-combo, bumps into B_C's back; both give a jolt of surprise, but B_C reacts first with a backhanded swing of his right fist. #2 must've taken advantadge of the sudden adrenaline because, showing speed not seen before by his kind, he ducks B_C's attack, lassos his legs, and pulls back on the almost-ethereal rope, plunging B_C into the air like pinata that was struck way too hard.

X: "Oh shit, B_C!"

Why, oh, why couldn't he have waited 'till later to care about B_C's well being? I groan in lack of fortune when I see #2 unleash two quick punches to X's back, and end with a final, two-handed, open-palm strike that has the agent sliding to meet his fallen comrade.

I charge before he pull off anymore tricks. I'm halfway to him when fucking #3 swoops down out of nowhere, utilizing his annoying little rope deviate me from my path and instead lead me very harshly to the window. The glass shatters when I crash against it ('I wasn't gonna pay for the repairs' was oddly the first thought that came to mind). I thought X had finished this motherfucker off!

I look over to B_C and X. They seem to be tag-teaming poor #2, who's not having much luck taking the lead against the two at once. Wow, he's being thrown around like a sack of fertilizer... that leaves #3 free to be pounded on. I don't have to wait long for such a chance, as the intruder comes after his recently-struck rival in a heartbeat.

I swerve out of his uppercut's way, but it branches into a low sweep which I fall victim to. He keeps going with a hearty stomp that would've caused some pretty bad damage had I not grabbed a hold of his ankle and knocked him on his back beside me with a nimble move (no one could know I did breakdancing when younger, lest my status be endangered). He begins to get back up. I give him a hand, or rather, a knee, to the jaw, which pops him quickly into the air, making it a flawless time for me to focus all of my strength into a roundhouse. It catches his midsection and although it doesn't send him flying a great distance, it does succeed in knocking his senses out of his crazed mind.

X is just cuffing #2, and B_C has no obstacles impeding him from doing the same to the final to fall, #3.

"Finafuckingly! B_C, unmask that son of a bitch."

He does so. The guy seems to be in his early thirties and definitely needs to shave. Apparantly I'm the type of person who wastes too much time judging meaningless things while others get right to the point...

B_C: "Leo, look at this!"

He turns the guy on his side as to show me a tattoo on the right arm. A very well-done red dragon...

"Hm... looks like the Red Dragon doesn't make spies like they used to."

I approach #3, crouch down to his eye level, and politely ask... "Why do you want the crystal?"

He twitchies his lips... I knew what was coming at once, assholes who get caught love doing this. I quickly grab his jaw and turn his face away as he spits out some bloody saliva.

"Nasty son of a..." A satisfying CRACK as I break the pig's neck. Maybe in the next life he'll learn some manners. "Let's try this one."

#2 didn't seem shocked that his partner just died. Looked like it was gonna be tough breaking this one as well.

"Tell me why you want the crystal AND IF YOU SPIT ON ME I SWEAR I'LL FUCKING SET YOU ON FIRE!" He immediately shut his lips tight.

Intruder #2: "I'll never turn my back on the Dragons. Do with me as you wish."

Intruder #1: "That's right! Never give into the enemy!"

"Hey, shut the fuck up!"

Intruder #1: "Even their general is weak in his aggresiveness! We will NEVER surrender any information to the likes of untechnical so-called fighers such as--" BANG! Shit, another one dead...

Intruder #2: "What are you waiting for? Finish me off as well!"

I wanted nothing more than to do so, but very slowly rather than through a bullet. But I knew this would put all our efforts to take them out down the drain.

"X, B_C, take this animal to underground Sector 13 and keep him locked up. He'll spit it out sometime. After that's done, meet me outside the main entrance of the base. We're about to dispatch you guys to Outworld."



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..:::: Leaving Home ::::..
"Passage to Outworld" - Step 2

Attention all agents! It's time to travel to Outworld and begin the next phase in our plan to scout it for another crystal. I ask that everyone who is brave enough to accept this life-risking assignment proceed to outside the main entrance of the O.I.A. Base. When you arrive, there will be a portal waiting for you that will take you directly to Outworld, in the mountains beside the village you will be starting your search in. For now, worry only about arriving in Outworld. I will contact you once you are all there.

Everyone has until tomorrow, Tuesday, April 1st, at 3pm, to make it to Outworld! Anyone who does not enter the portal and arrive by then will be forced to stay back!

Also, I will be sending B_C with a special weapon from our new shipment, since he has proved he can handle himself well during this last unforeseen "problem" with the Red Dragon infiltration.



In case you need to review, this is the Electrical Assault Rifle. Information on its features and use can be found a couple posts back, in the transcript of my visit to the weaponry.

X, I trust you in handling the Tracking Submachine Firearm. Don't misuse this baby.



Remember, everyone has until tomorrow at exactly 3pm for dispatch.

Dismissed.

I'm sure if there's something wrong, Pred will be kind enough to shed light on it. For now, I'm guessing the situation you're talking about could be listed under point A.

Again, we at this clan are in the middle of something. If anyone wants to talk to me, PM me. unfortunately, this isn't the place or time for something like this.

Skarlett walked to the outside of the base she was carrying her trademark red knife

Before guiding Skarlett to the portal, I insert a leather briefcase inside her traveling bag securing a number of standard firearms and a communication device; standard procedure for all agents leaving to a hazardous location.

Guys, I won't be starting the next step of the mission until two things happen: a) at least 2 people make their post, and b) I have enough time to plan another well-thought-out post to give way to this new storyline. B will happen very soon, I'm mostly busy-ied out for just today and tomorrow morning. So just make sure to make your post ASAP.

As Agent X entered the portal carrying nothing more than his napsack, the ATRCK Sub MG, he dives into unfamiliar territory, not knowing what to expect, but expecting everything




PS: If you'd excuse me Leo, but I didn't get a chance to post earlier because I was at school all day, and just arrived home shortly after 3:50. If it is inexcusable, I understand.

I approach the portal slowly, taking one last glace at my familiar scenery, before heading out to the mysterious Outworld. I would have been here first, had I not stopped by the medical wing to patch up my wounds from our fight with those intrusive thugs, and to say hola to my good friend, Nurse Rosa.

In my stylish backpack, I have all my essential equipment and my newly attained Electrical Assault Rifle. I long to use my new toy on the scum of their world...but alas, all good things come to those who wait.

(I mumble to myself) "This will be my chance to shine...and no one is going to take that away from me....No one..."

Without another moment hesitation, I leap into the portal, merciless to the celestial forces that created it.

..:::: Leaving Home ::::..
"The Village of Arrayah" - Step 3

Not five minutes after Skarlett, X, and B_C walked through the portal, I was already at the main control room inside of the base, ready to serve as the overseer of this hazardous mission and ensure everyone was brought home with vital organs instact. Kicking off the ground, I dashed from each side of the room to the other, the wheels under the chair making a rough nosie, but hopefully not scratching the marble. As I reached each screen respectively connected to an agent's hidden camera, I turned it on. Soon enough, I shared Skarlett's point of view on Screen 1, X on Screen 2, and B_C on the final.

At first the screens showed a similar maze of white and red, the colors entangling over one another and leisurely creating the outline of a barren landscape. It, in turn, was finally formed, at which point the three agents set foot on Outworld for the first time.

I activated the communication device on the control panel under Screen 2, so that I could speak to all agents at once. If at any time I deemed it necessary to speak with one privately, I'd use my own communicator. For now, mine were words that all needed to hear.

"Guys, I've just received confirmation that you've all made it safely into Outworld. I'll have to be brief in my directions, as the possibility exists that Outworld's forces have detected an open portal. You wouldn't believe how sneaky some of those mummy-like sorcerers of this planet are. You'll have to get out of your location as soon as possible.

As it's probably obvious to you all by now, you're currently located in a dirt road outlining a chain of mountains in one of the more secluded regions of this part of Outworld. Your target location is a village by the name of Arrayah. X, use your binoculars and feed me a view of what lies southeast to your exact position. Medium zoom."

Soon X's screen exposes a clear view of the village.

"Perfect. The abode you are to proceed toward is the second northernmost one."



"As you can see, you'll be swimming in luxury. Just an example of how gracefully benevolent this crap of a world's emperor is. But that's beside the point.

Notice that Arrayah is completely lacking in proper security. Whereas more vital posts of Outworld are secured by walls and/or gates, this forgotten hole is entirely exposed to the dangers surrounding it. However, this isn't to say you won't have a problem getting in. The citizens of Arrayah have taken it upon themselves to maintain the village as safe as possible, and that includes villagers surrounding the entire area as to keep out outsiders.

When you reach one of the villagers, they will act hostile. But when we forged our allegiance with the poor souls, we created a password that proves we are a friendly force. Simply identify yourselves by saying "We are the light of the tunnel", and they should instantly recognize you as O.I.A. operatives. If they still give you a hard time, then B_C needs to act. I've placed in his bag a second, smaller briefcase containing some basic firearms. I'm sure they'll welcome with you hugs when you present your gift.

When one of you reaches the target location, you are to speak with Assura. She will be more than glad to aid you with any information she can. I will eventually come into contact with whomever one of you three reach her first and begin the questioning.

Best of luck, and never go a full minute without looking behind your back."

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I also think I should repeat the same important information from the last mission, just to make sure everyone remembers how this goes:

"Here's an important note that you guys will need to know as you take on this mission: you are in charge of YOURSELF, and no one else. When creating your scenes and performing your actions, make sure you are controlling only yourself and no one else. If you're B_C, you shouldn't be making X go somewhere or talk to someone - X will do only what he feels like doing. If you're Skarlett, you shouldn't be making B_C break into a place or say something to another agent - B_C will only act however he would like to. Get it?

On that note, I will be "watching" everyone from the O.I.A. base. That means I will "give life" to any "NPC"-type of person/being who is brought into this storyline by stating their actions/dialogue as if I were "witnessing" it. Does everyone understand what I'm getting at? Bottom line is, you control YOU and you drive the mission forward with YOURSELF and no one else. Please ask if you have any doubts or questions throughout this mission."

Skarlett started walking to the village

(hello is this dead)

No, Skarlett, but I can't reply until someone accomplishes what I talked about in the above post. And since these missions are pretty complex and not just a matter of role-playing, it takes some time for the people involved to figure out exactly how to construct their post; for example, the person who accomplishes what was specified will have to not only reach the target location and person, but also come up with a good set of questions that'll lead everyone on the right path.

Ahh..so this is the OIA.

whos clan are you in?

Just a head's up Skarlett, put this on your link for the userbar and it will show up.

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