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“We need more soldiers that are completely unbiased.” Said the contact, “Soldiers that follow orders and nothing else.”
“We’re the ones you’re looking for.” Markus Devroy explained.
“How many guns do you have?”
“Well, yes. We have ten soldiers and over a thousand guns.” Markus explained. The contact paused. “Where is the target?”
“What’s his name?”
“Why do you want him dead?”
“For a mercenary you sure do ask a lot of questions.” The two men stared at each other for a few seconds.
“We are The Dishonored, Not exactly your typical mercenary group.”
“Then what are you?”
“We are political soldiers who don’t have a side to fight on. We’re defenders who don’t have anything to defend. We are dishonored by worlds and hated by all.”
“Why?” The contact inquired.
“Because we are The Dishonored.” There was another pause. “What else? You clearly didn’t call us to service with the task to kill one measly peasant.”
“How do you know about Phil Turner?”
“It was on Umojan news. Everyone knows about The Daybreak.”
“Okay, well you are after a little more then just phil.”
“I will give you a list, do not fear.”
“Do I look like a man who fears other men?” Markus asked.
“Do you want the job or not?”
“We have nothing else better to do.”
“Good, meet us at the coordinates we send to your ship.”
Okay, here is the character sheet I want you to use
<Battle.net name tag>
Class: (Pilot, Gunner, Heavy assault, Computer Specialist, Droid Specialist, Mechanic, Security Specialist, Sharp shooter, fencer)
Primary Weapon: (I MUST APPROVE!)
Secondary Weapon: (I MUST APPROVE!)
Backstory: (Include how you met Markus Devroy and came to join “The Dishonored”)
NOTE: If you read Umoja’s plains. This is an extra treat for you :)
NOTE: If you were in Umoja’s plains whatever character you were playing as will probably make an appearance, even if its not you controlling him. (If you’re not controlling him I wont kill him without your permission)
This is an OPEN RP. Which means when you join, you can be and do whatever you want.
Edited by MarkusDaWise on 10/7/2012 3:53 PM PDT
Devroy Manufacturing (Markus Devroy's Backstory)
The Dishonored (Part 1)
Edited by MarkusDaWise on 9/17/2012 6:32 PM PDT
Tracer grunted as he pressed his palm into his eye. "Damn thing shorted again." Digging his fingers into his socket, he twisted the metallic sphere and pulled it out. "I need to replace it, but getting a mech eye ain't cheap, and I haven't exactly been in good business lately. Sides, it's got sentimental value. Got close to twenty years of sniping recorded on here."
Flipping the walnut sized orb in his fingers, he tried to work at the wires, and growled as his thicker fingers refused to grab hold.
Tracer seems to have his own treasures as well. "And there is a reason why I cover up my face...because then no one would have to worry about looking at it. Even if they worry about what I believe in...it's just safer that way for me. And I'm sorry if you are getting frustrated with how I'm acting." I pulled out a small rock out of my pocket, it was polished onyx and I held it in the palm of my hand keeping it close to me.
I could feel Tracer's frustration. "If you want I could help you with it..."
Edited by CrymsonRaven on 9/18/2012 11:12 AM PDT
Tracer squinted with his live eye at the tiny wires. "Frankly, how you act is your business, not mine. I just do my job, and try to stay sane. When you get to be as old as I am, your memory doesn't keep like it used to. So I record every kill that I make, especially the face. Helps remind me that one day, I'm going to be on the other side of that scope."
A spark jumped in his empty socket, and his face twitched. Finally managing to work the wires into place, he twisted the eye back into his face. He flinched again as the connection was made, and his scowl deepened as his full vision returned. "Not much can be done about this old thing. Replacement stuff like this wasn't real high on the Confederacy's list of priorities in the Guild Wars. As for your face," he tapped the side of his head, where the amber glow of the false eye stared out, "You don't got much to worry about."
I blushish and couldn't stop it. "You're just saying things now...why else would I hide it then..." I was starting to get nervous and was noticeable. The piece of stone was on a string and I held it tight with every bit of strength that I still had.
Edited by CrymsonRaven on 9/18/2012 12:47 PM PDT
Tracer chuckled darkly. "Closed circuit camera, onboard storage. Only way that somebody gets these images is after I'm dead. And after shaking hands with him once, I'm not eager to make Death's acquaintance again. Now, if you don't mind, I need to make sure that Torvus knows what he's doing, so you had better still be alive when I come back."
Adjusting the rifles crisscrossing his back, he tossed her a mock salute and left the infirmary.
I saw the man walk away and I stopped blushing. "He was just saying stuff to see if it would make me react to it I bet...I should be ashamed on how I look..." Muttering the last words I left the infirmary with my treated wound, they injected some blood into me so I could stay awake.
Edited by CrymsonRaven on 9/18/2012 1:21 PM PDT
After trekking through the halls I reached my quarters and locked the door. I hacked into the surveillance cams and anything the ship can use to monitor me. I thought it was about time that I left.
I found a spare mask and equipped it.
Mark was tired, hungary and hot. The blazing sun beat down on Mark, Phil and his family. Just when Mark was about to move back to the city when a car was spotted coming down the highway they were on at alarming speeds. Mark was inspecting the vehicle when he realized it was coming right at him! He cloaked and fired multiple rounds at the man in the vehicle. The vehicle had sustained heavy damage after being hit with multiple shots from all directions by Marks rifle.
Finally, the vehicle came to a stop and a man got out. He looked around to try and spot Mark, but he was cloaked. The man could still feel his presence but couldn't pinpoint his exact location.
"Get your family in the car!" Phil hesitated, then rushed his family into the car. The man was walking back to the car when he felt a disturbance nearby. He paused and looked around.
While scanning the area he had an overwhelming feeling something was behind him. That is when he felt the muzzle of a small firearm to the back of his head. Without thinking, the man ducked with incredible reflexes. As soon as he ducked, the sound of a gunshot not even inches from his head rang through his ears.
He whirled around and punched the air with his fist. He was rewarded with a small grunt and Mark's cloaking device rippled, then deactivated. The two men engaged in hand to hand combat.
The man, seeing the advantage in the fact that Mark had just recieved a serious blow to the stomach, decided to continue his flurry and attempted to punch Mark's head. Mark, however, saw it coming and ducked. The man, still being carried by the momentum of his punch, almost flew right over Mark. The man caught glimpse of A butterfly knife.
Impulsively he reached across with his arm that wasn't flying past his head and grabbed Markus' wrist that gripped a butterfly knife and there ensued a struggle for the knife. Both men recovered and were fighting for the knife when Mark changed his momentum.
Both men were trying to push the knife into each other. Mark then pulled the knife towards him. Since the man had so much force trying to impale Mark, he was forced to take a few steps toward Mark's direction.
Mark siezed the opportunity to knee him in the chest and then kick him to the ground. The man quickly recovered and drew his revolver. When the man had finally gotten Mark in his sights he realized Mark had him in the sights of another gun he had pulled.
There was a pause as both men stood with guns trained on each others head.
Edited by MarkusDaWise on 9/18/2012 8:29 PM PDT
The medical officers watched as Echo's Medical records changed. Thats when they realized Someone else is hacking into their database!
"Sweep the area for patient #45 now! She was last seen in here quarters!"
A sergeant nods and rallies his men. Within two minutes there is a guard knocking on your door.
I jumped...there were people outside the door. So I attached a bundle of frag grenades from my bag and rigged them on the door. If they would open it then they would be in a surprise. After that I grabbed my SMG and jumped through the vents, and I activated a scrambler that made it impossible for them to detect me.
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