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List is updated whenever a new, notable character is mentioned in a successful Item/tale.
- Dr. Martin Caduceus
- Dr. Edward Deny
- Doctor Creed
- Dr. Adam Creed
- Dr. Vincent Heaton
- Dr Hockenberry
- Agent Kenneth "Hound" Hockenberry
- Victor Strate
- Dr. Victor Strate
- Dr Nouva
- Dr. Lewis Brine
- Dr. "Lander" Mark
- Steffie Kojcewska
- Doctor Halsey
- Doctor Halsey
- Agent E
- Agent Hugh
"Base Eight-Five, we have visual on target. Bringing feed up. It's all yours." The tech specialist spoke to Eight-Five's Director, Silfimore Gyst.
Information streamed clearly into Gyst's screen. Live video and analysis on the ongoing incident in Eight-Six was being recorded by his field crew amidst gunfire and clear chemical bombing in 8-6's area.
"Captain, what is the site staff's current situation?" Gyst said to the Agent as they breached the west entrance.
"The Director is dead. Support personnel lost contact with us thirty minutes ago. We're going in to try and rescue as many assets as we can find." A small explosion rocked the rooms right in front of the team. "Alphas first, Items second, non-essential personnel last. Shooting on sight all dangerous targets."
"Acknowledged. Proceed to the Central wing first and round up rescued staff there." Gyst said to Captain Felser as the team met two figures in tactical gear similar to theirs. They opened fire, putting them down quickly as a flashing purple light went off inside the corridor. In an instant, a trio of armed soldiers ran into them, along with a few researchers. The leader of the trio spoke with the Captain. They exchanged greetings. The leader pointed to his right. Felser nodded and pointed to the route where the team came from.
The two went on their separate ways. "Friendlies exiting the west entrance." Felser radioed. He kicked open the entrance to Command wing and ordered the team to split into threes. "I have Team B sweeping the wing. Team C's taking over containment."
He slipped into the next room. "Okay, Command. You have Mir's men in B and C occupied. We won't have any moles with us to go to Sanctum and extract your scientists. I've already told our agent in Team B to detonate the sector's explosives after we're done. I need you to be very clear. Are you disavowing Mongoose?"
Gyst drew a short breath and exhaled.
"Mongoose is disavowed by Eight-Five Command. Lazuli Division is authorized to commit Action 12-B-Gamma."
What exactly was Mongoose? That's what security director Trinnis asked himself as he led a group of scientists down Safe Room 1A. The room was fortified to protect important personnel in the case of breach, and couldn't be more useful at a time when his own insurgents were fighting against each other.
Another boiling point reached its fine, ugly head when a power struggle between two rival leaders sparked the release of all anomalies in the east wing. The mishap was caused by the aptly named Firestarters, triggering retaliation from Trinnis' men and spreading to the entire facility.
It was almost improbable when a second rival cell appeared inside the Base. Mirage was led by 'Mir' Anaw, and had a presence inside the facility as soldiers even before they attacked. They were hostile to both sides in the firefight, and now, they were being reported heading into Sanctum, a restricted area inside the base that only its Director's clearance could access.
It did not matter now. Director Olox was leading Mir's men into Sanctum.
He was going to let them plunder the site's most valuable archive, and activate its self-destruct code.
Another so-called leader that betrayed his own group to be the pampered slave of Mir's ruthless campaign against the former dominant factions in the Insurgency. Olox, he thought, did well to seem like he was on our side. Trinnis' thirst for vengeance grew. He would wring this man's neck at first sight, but he had little hope of reaching him. He had only a couple of soldiers, and they were pinned down. It seems the only w-
"Fireteam Silver has taken back the Moai, Major Trinnis!" A soldier reported.
Trinnis smiled. He took his rifle and ran towards the exit stairwell. He guided the group into a lower level, where the statue was already loaded onto treads.
There were three important members of Base Eight Six's staff that Captain Felser needed to rescue: The P-Researcher, Roger Drucken, and major Trinnis of the security team, in that order. Item retrieval had been okay. With twelve retrieved anomalies and four humanoids captured and being escorted outside the danger zone, Felser's team only had to worry about the VIPs.
P-Researcher Nine's office was firmly locked. His team set a breaching charge and entered the dark room to find the scientist missing. Felser cursed. His eyes saw a piece of paper on the empty desk. It was a diagram of a human… machine inside an odd-looking cocoon with test symbols all over. Written at the back, Felser read.
"You made this easier. Thank you, Mir. - P9"
Mir. The perpetrator of this attack. He was subverting the facility's most prized researchers, leeching lifeblood into his own faction. With the first Alpha having probably defected to his cause, Felser had to worry about the other two.
Just as he was about to lead the team into the outer Sanctum, he heard gunshots. Buzzing gunshots.
All of a sudden, his farthest team member screamed. "TERRORBITE SWARM!".
It was like a black wave had hit their enemy as the Mir-1 Leader and his team watched, guns smoking. They shared a second of sadistic glee in watching as the Lazuli team tried to fight off the insects. But they had no time to watch them die. The leader shouted against the carnage.
"Over to the Sanctum! Bypass the swarm through the east route! Take all rival personnel to die!"
The shadowcloaked team nodded, turning around and pushing the captive staff forward to act as shields. The leader stayed behind as another figure approached him.
"Is your commander going to do something with Mongoose?" Director Olox spoke.
"Probably let the project loose among the rest of the enemy's ranks." The leader spoke confidently. Arrogantly, like the rest of Mir's group.
Olox spoke more coolly. "Then you better get me to it now. We have much of the lockdown process to reverse before I can hand you its activation." He led the way out, following the men. The Mir-1 leader trailed behind him as they left the Lazuli team to be rent apart.
Deeper and deeper into the heart of the site lied the Sanctum's first wall. Separated from the rest of the site through labyrinthine corridors and checkpoints, getting inside was one of the hardest deals for infiltrators.
But it did not matter. They had Olox, the Director. The balding man's lips creased into a smile as they caught sight of the exterior.
The Outer Sanctum rocked chaotically as arcs of the cognitohazardous security measure whipped across the entrance, like wild plumes of multi-colored fire. The hazard instantly took out two of Mir-1's captives before the rest were forced not to look.
The leader ordered them to take position. They gathered protectively around Olox as he neared the entrance. The rays of the cognitohazard dimmed as they recognized the Director of Base Eight Six. In the blink of an eye, the blast doors jutted outwards, letting the group into a well-lit reception area that hummed with dead silence.
The atrium was small and empty, its walls surrounded only by filing cabinets and unknown data on projection screens. It looked untouched by the destruction outside, but that made it all the more unnerving.
"Mir-1, Sanctum procedure." The leader hushed. "Stick together and shoot anything that moves. We follow the Director and make sure he reaches the Inner Sanctum. We are expected to finish this quickly. Let's move!"
The team walked silently as they reached the first storage area.
Gyst drummed his fingers, watching intently at the footage of Eight-Six's destruction. Two helicopters offered silent overwatch to the smoldering base as three more shadow teams were deployed to control the firefight.
Fifty or so survivors. All loyal, with excellent potential for Eight-Five, or the Northern allies. It is fitting, Gyst thought with a sense of morbidity, that the remnants of Eight-Six should be incorporated into safer hands.
Suddenly, one helicopter gave out, its right side pierced by a rocket. It fell into a fiery mess and took out one of the teams. More problems. The remaining bird saw the attackers on the third level and opened fire.
As the scene progressed, a video call brought up the portrait of a black-eyed man on Gyst's feed. Though dimly lit, Silfimore could notice his thin, steely brows and craggy jaw. It was Captain Felser.
"Commander, I've not much time. My team fought Mir's men and their Terrorbite specimens. I've lost four men and my team had to tend their wounds. I don't think we can be able to catch up to him." Felser reported.
"I'll have none of that today, Felser. Sanctum is sealed shut, and Mir doesn't have the codes. They won't be able to get inside. You follow their trail to Sanctum and shoot them down there." Gyst responded. He was confident in the captain's Lazuli team's prowess in a firefight. They've struck offensives, outnumbered 4-1. They would overpower Mir's unit.
"That's why this is urgent, sir." Felser was quick to douse Gyst's hope. "Right before we were attacked, I caught a glimpse of Mir's forces." "And?", Gyst asked impatiently. "It looks like Director Olox had joined them."
"Dammit!" Gyst gnashed his teeth. "There is no way he will let them activate Mongoose. Get them, Captain. Do not disappoint my Cell." Felser nodded. "Yes, commander."
Olox was on his toes since they entered the third Sanctum level. Quiet. Nothing stirred except faulty lights. Even the gunfire felt distant.
He had not been inside Sanctum for months. He never saw the use for it, aside from keeping records, and watching his… prisoners. The thought of them disgusted him now.
The team leader prodded the handle of the door in front. Olox opened it and entered deftly into the darkness. The cold, dim room was the Inner Sanctum. It was smaller than Mir's team expected. Doors surrounded the place, each one containing Olox's prisoners.
He looked at the door at the opposite end. "86-4" was labeled in stencil. Briefly, he felt unfocused, and then sighed. "Follow me", he said, looking at the leader. The man nodded and told his team to hold their position. Both entered the room to the right.
"With my calculations, Mongoose will be ours soon. Make sure your force keeps the room outside secure." The captain nodded and radioed the rest of his men, who began hunkering down outside as Olox knelt down and turned a series of dials. A heavy-looking door shifted aside from a nearby wall and the two snuck in, mindful of enemies waiting in the shadows. Their forces should arrive at any time now. Olox thought.
Mirage-1 spent a silent half hour standing in the almost pitch-dark room outside 86-4.
The team captain started to feel uneasy as he watched the Director
|Item:||Last Sentinel of Isakatrihya|
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|Size:||1.7 meters height, 190 kg weight|
|Potential/Current Hazards||Burn damage; extreme aggression when active (do not engage)|
|Required Wear/Weaponry||Handlers require fire proximity suits|
|Item on stand-by during Kill 457|
Object is an assassin-assault weapon under the Sapient Statues unit. Marked as 'Kill-Grade II' for terminating more than 500 individuals, with emphasis on quick insertion and escape. The statue was the primary assailant in the murders of several Insurgent rival leaders (see: Blessed Storm Massacre).
Black ash, from a cremated individual originally found in the cemetery wherein the statue was also recovered, appears to be the only catalyst for the Object's kill-state. Targets are marked for death upon contact with said ash. In the past, operators have attacked the core leaders of rival groups through infiltration, whereupon letters laced with ash are addressed to high-level officials.
The statue, while ostensibly damaged, is highly durable. It can project fire around its body1, which it prefers to use when killing targets. Range of deaths include strangulation, dismemberment, and flaying. It has records of prolonging the death sequence for certain subjects before they are immolated.
Item is kept in a surface storage unit with a retractable roof to allow its ascent during flights. The entrance to the unit is stationed by three guards, with one handler standing by at any time to perform maintenance.
The item is a heavily oxidized statue of an angel. Its facial deformities, caused by the high pH-level substance that constantly exudes from its 'eyes', resemble scarring and tear stains. Multiple scratch marks consistent with self-harm are present on the surface. It is fully capable of animation and human-range motion, though it assumes its regular static pose (see photo) when not actively hunting.
Two large wings at its back measure 1.9 m in wingspan, composed out of a lighter alloy of steel, and are sufficiently sharp to cleave through vehicles with relative ease during a chase. The item is capable of aerial ascent using these, despite the weight of the wings and the lack of aerodynamic properties. In flight, the statue can reach speeds of up to 119 km/h.
Subjects that come in contact with a specific form of ash trigger an active state in the Item,
The angel's current form is the result of experimentation between two objects, the core statue and Ignitia's Sabre2, into a composite item, in which the greater potential of the statue was discovered.
The angel statue was formerly found in ███████ █████ Cemetery, ██, in 1918. The responding unit
"Contact with the informant was lost at oh-four-fifty hours this morning near the outskirts of the village. He was last seen two days ago, and he hasn't given us any actionable intel since we arrived here."
"He's a lost cause now. We got what we came for: a vantage point and a schedule for the convoy’s arrival. With some timing, we might snag the artefacts from under their noses without killing anyone.” Andrzus Tomaszweski (ShADES operative) said.
“Erm, boss has explicit instructions. We kill everyone aboard.” Renata (another ShADES operative) pointed out.
“Oh. I should have guessed.”
The Indo warlord shuffled impatiently in his seat, bringing a brutish hand to wipe the sweat of his cheek. He lifted a brow and faced Andrzus.
“I still do not trust your boss to send assassins like you to finish this job. Let my mercenaries attack the convoy instead. We’re in my region, after all. I should be the one to carry it out.”
“You took too long. That’s why the boss hired us.”
Alias: Heilige, Holy Cross
History of contract:
|Berry Mints. Gib mir Kraft.|