((Ok, I've tried some RP in the past and it never really got anywhere, but this time I'm gonna do my best and hope that I can make something out of it. I'm writing an intro for my fixer and then I'll go from there.))
I climbed up the ramp to one of the many buildings in Omni Entertainment. As I approached the entrance, a soft buzzing sound was triggered, which was immediatly complimented by a woman's voice.
Please scan for proper security level clearance.
I held out the palm of my left hand, which had a barcode grafted into it. This code changes each time I gain a new level of clearance, which can be obtained by completing a few special assignments that are recieved directly from the Omni-Armed Forces. These tasks usually involve the infiltration of a Clan base or the retaking of one of our own, the repair of a special device and every so often, the assassination of someone who poses a threat.
I pressed my hand against the palm reader, shortly after signalling a successful scan.
You are now cleared for entrance. Enjoy your stay at one of Omni-Tek's finest establishments, Rompa Bar.
The doors slid open and I slipped inside, shaking off the cold. The hallways were dimly lit and covered in Omni-Tek symbols. I followed the shadows through the restaraunt to the back where my favorite bartender made my favorite drink. I took a seat at the very end of the bar counter, closest to the exit. Who knows, maybe this place'll get packed and I'll have to leave in a hurry.
I'll have my usual Vintage Whiskey mix, Jack, and make it quick; I'm in dire need.
Comin' right up, hard day?
Yea, something like that...
He slid a tall glass across the bar counter, stopping where I had been holding my right hand. I took a sip and instantly felt relieved. The perfect Whiskey sour.
The Armed forces had and continue to train me to do many things. They taught me how to completely remove the fear of death from battle. When I first arrived on this planet, I had no idea what a reclaim terminal was and that I would have to pay for special insurance to make sure I could 'come back to life' after being fataly wounded. They trained me how to be quick and precise, how to hold my submachine gun just right, to recieve the least amount of recoil and most of all, they taught me how to hate my enemy.
What they haven't taught me, is how to deal with the everyday stress, knowing that even though you just took out thirty or even forty members of the opposing force, the same thirty or forty of them would just come right back for more. In the back of my mind, I know someday that I may even be a target for one of their leaders, and even further in the back of my most inner thoughts, I know there is a way to inflict permanent death. We are, of course, still mortal.
You know Jack, sometimes, in the midst of battle, while shells are hitting the ground and bullets are ripping through flesh, I forget who I really am. I feel like an unstoppable machine on a war path to victory and not a single person but myself matters.
I've heard that many times, and everytime I do I tell people to ask themselves one question when this happens.
...and what's that?
"Who am I? Really?" I wouldn't know from experience, but I've heard that it helps...you should try it out.
Thanks, I'll have to..
Our conversation was interrupted by the beeping coming from my wrist communicator.
This is 006793, what is it this time?
For safety. For the glory of your employer, a mission: For 48 hours, Lakita Godfray is staying in an Omni-Tek outpost in Lush Fields. Hurry, go terminate him - he is a very important executive in the enemy hierarchy. Take care now.
The connection was terminated abruptly. I had my orders.
Another assassination?
That's what it said, here we go again...
So?
Yea?
Who are you?
I slammed the empty glass down onto the counter, focused my vision and exlaimed:
I am Captain Vincent Morgan!