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 Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 7:55 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 8:35 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 9:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 10:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 10:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 10:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 7:33 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 3:20 pm
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Steph turned quiet for a long while. Long enough, to where Corry buzzed into the com unit in her ear, "Steph, tell her that we have her mother in custody-" She twitched, her hands fisting as she realized what tactic they were taking and eyes narrowed. "-She will be taking our missions with a partner we pre-chose for her if she wants to keep her mother ali-" Steph lets out an involuntary snarl, effectively shutting Corry up. She takes a few moments to breathe- control your anger control your anger don't blow thing this up -slowly, she brings a hand up to her com and removes it. There's dead silence in the room. Right up until she brings the com unit to hover over her mug of coffee.
There's quite a lot of angry and desperate yelling that could be heard even at the distance the two young women were at. And then Steph drops it into the mug with a dainty little plop.
With some effort, unclenching her hands as she grips the edges of the table Steph rose to her feet as she began speaking again, "You know, we're actually a lot alike you and I. Granted I started a little earlier than you, joined the U.S. military when I was seventeen. Ended up being a demolitionist for a search and rescue unit." Steph glances up at the woman across from her. "Your team is your family, you watch out for one another. You would die to save their life and they would do the same for yours. I lost count how many times I ran through fire and ash to reach someone who fell behind enemy lines. You learn trust each other, because you know that no matter what there will be someone to fight for you."
A sad look crosses over Steph's face as she mutters, "We lost that trust in the end."
She clears her throat to continue. "About a year ago, I got an invitation to join IDOW- something they should have done with you. They could have given me several reasons to join. Money is something they have a lot of, given the fact that they're backed by several of the major countries. Or the honor of something worth fighting for. While I do fight with purpose, it's never been about honor for me. No, when IDOW asked me to join them they only had to tell me of their cause, and of the team I would be assigned with."
"Because you see, IDOW specializes in taking down a rather unique breed of terrorist. There isn't really a name for them, we haven't gotten much time to talk with them considering that they're constantly trying to kill us. Several of the other field agents have their own names for them... I won't give you mine, I'm actually trying t keep this conversation- er, appropriate to say. Our job is basically track, take into custody if you can; not that anyone's actually succeeded; kill if you have to, gather intel, and save both civilians and soldiers lives alike. Judging by your background, I don't think you'll have a problem with that."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 8:26 am
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Roen watched Steph drop the earpiece into the coffee and visibly relaxed. She didn't know why, but she trusted this woman. She had been drugged and taken into custody, and this woman wasn't having any of those things, and Roen trusted that. "For me, being a sniper means always having your team's back. For now, I trust you Steph, and I'm willing to give this a shot. However, there needs to be one concession, tell the guys who decided to kidnap me, that if they lay one finger on my mother, they won't even know what hit them." She tensed again at the thought of losing her mother to these people. Hopefully, I'm making the right choice, to work with these people. Lord help me. "Tell me what you know of these 'terrorists'."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 10:47 am
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"If IDOW tries to hurt your mother, you and I will not be the only ones on their heels, I can tell you that much." Steph remained on her feet, the conversation wouldn't take much longer and besides that she wasn't sure that IDOW wouldn't bust down the other door in an attempt to shut her up... "What I know.. isn't a whole lot actually. My information is limited to the kinds of missions I personally take; search and rescue, and breaking through their ranks. I know they have no morals when it comes to human life. I know they have insanely enhanced armor and weaponry, regular bullets won't work on them." She displays a grim smile down at the woman seated before her, then continues. "While they may be mostly bullet-proof, I've found that they're definitely not fire-proof."
"With IDOW though, you'll be given top of the line tools. So long as you get them in the head, most of them should come down. Only the higher-ups seem to have considerably.. ah, more efficient armor. Most of what you'll be doing is supporting your allies actions, and y'know making sure they aren't overwhelmed. The likelihood that you'll be sent into the thick of it is very slim."
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 4:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 8:15 pm
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Steph displays her first, genuine smile in the form of a wide toothy grin. "Nice enthusiasm. The two of us will be heading over to get you fitted for uniform and armor, then we'll be doing some tests. Just to make certain you're prepped for the field. After that's done you'll be shown to your room. We have a twelve hour minimum reprieve between testing and missions, unless we're under attack." She starts to walk over to the other door, but stops short. "Oh yeah, I forgot to ask given our circumstances earlier. While I was technically supposed to read over your entire file, I mostly just skimmed over the personal stuff. Family associations, most of your medical history, and your name and such. Honestly, pretty much everyone here gives a different name than their own; even me. Though mine is pretty close... Anyways, I was wondering what you'd like me to call you?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 11:25 am
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Roen shrugged, "I guess you can call me Red, everyone will anyway once they catch a glimpse of my hair." She pushed her chair into the table, and walked to follow Steph. "Okay, lets go get our gear, I'm really ready to get some boots on, these flats are killing me." She was so ready to be back in gear, where she felt at home and at peace. She liked being in control, and having the gear and weapons she loved helped her feel in control of her situation. As long as I have some boots, a gun, and some ammo, I'm ready for anything. However, she was a little anxious for the testing, she wondered what kind of tests they were going to do. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Probably the same test they do in the Army, I'll be fine.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 2:00 pm
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Steph laughs as she opens the door for the two of them [purposely ignoring Corry and the other soldiers as they walk out into the hallway]. "Ha! Yeah, after being in the military for so long, any other shoe type just drives me crazy!" The walk is a short one. Through the next doorway is locker rooms; men one the left and women on the right. Once inside Steph directs Red to her own locker and hands her a folded slip of paper. "This is your combination, try not to forget it. The process to get a new one is a bigger pain than it really should be." She then makes her way to her own locker a few feet down. As per usual, her uniforms and armor for different missions are there, along with sparing gear.. all standard-issue black.
"They'll basically be doing the same test as the army, so you shouldn't have any problem passing. I'll be there for most of it as well. They'll probably be wanting to see how you and I can compare our fighting styles." As she speaks to Red, she starts to dress down out of her uniform, and into an equally as dark sparing outfit. She leaves underclothes on, but the vicious looking tribal tattoos that cover her arms and torso are on full display. Older silvery and angry-red recent scars stand out against the dark ink under her skin. But despite the number of scars visible, none seem to reach her back. "First is basic physical stuff; running, climbing, close quarters combat. Then is medium range and long range; mostly shooting honestly. Last test will be out in the field, making sure that you work all right with a partner."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 9:12 pm
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Red followed Steph out the door, glancing at the soldiers they passed, and continuing into the locker rooms. She nodded as Steph handed her the combination, memorized it, and opened her locker. She rummaged through the uniforms and armor, noting that they all seemed to be in her size. She grabbed some more comfortable under clothes and changed into them. While she did that, the only tattoo she had (a straight black line down her spine about a third on an inch thick) was visible. She would have preferred to change in private, but after her years in the army, she didn't bat an eyelash. She found her own sparing outfit, and donned it. The black made her look even smaller than she did before, her pale skin and red hair striking against the dark of the uniform.
She noted Steph's tattoos as she changed, "Nice tattoos, must have taken a while to get all of those done." She pulled on her boots and laced them up, feeling much more at home and at ease. "I think I'll do fine with the testing then. So, you're going to be my partner?" She stood and looked at Steph.
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