[Kiai]

Disclaimer: This is the first BGC military crossover fic I've written, but I think It'll make sense once your deeper in. The original characters of the anime ova/full tv series/manga are property of ADV and its subsiding companies. I in no way claim their characters as my own. I'm looking for a lawsuit, but even if I was, I don't even have enough money to buy the next season of friends. GOOD LUCK ON THAT ONE! Anyway... Nobody sue me kay?

This is a preview for a series I'm doing on 2041 and the aftermath. Arkane Petra is a british woman, currently a sergent in the Marine Corps. Rijuan Zelaya is also a sergent, but in the US Army. They met after doing an exercise back in 2038 and have somehow kept in touch ever since. The city of tokyo has since been ravaged by war (rogue boomers left by the galatea plague virus, and general hooligans wanting to stir it up and gain control over resources so as to gain higher control) and a few units have been sent in to keep the peace. The two's convoy were making their way through a decrepit part of the city when they ran head long into a boomer/gang war.


Everything seemed to be happening in a blurry sludge around her, the fog of war taking an immediate hold on her senses. Slowly, as her vision and hearing began to return she set about collecting her self. Low muffles transitioned to loud phwumps of pressure, and then to even louder pops and cracks of gunfire. Realizing that she was still in the humvee that was currently on fire, she kicked open her door and rolled out, her rifle poised at the ready. The green hardsuit was already out there, kneeling on the drivers side doing what looked to be c.p.r. to help Bishop, the driver. Looking at the twisted metal hulk in front of them it was amazing that she had been spared any injury. Zelaya was the next to come tumbling out, the door cracking Arkane in the side of the helmet.

"Jesus christ! wanna give me a heads up next time?" She shouted.

"SET UP FOR WHAT!?" He all but screamed. There was a small trickle of blood running from his ears, the blast had been worse then she thought.

"IM SORRY ARK, BUT I THINK THAT ROUND HIT A LITTLE CLOSE TO HOME, YOUR GONNA HAVE TO TALK LOUDER!" He shouted again.

"Oh god..." She said to herself, looking from him and back to green again. It shook its head. The driver was dead. Cueing her radio she steeled herself for the events ahead.

"Uniform two one this is lateral six five, under heavy fire, one confirmed dead and possibly more casualties. Are unable to asess situation, request heavy rounds down range, do you copy?" The situation was desperate. Rounds from overhead were ripping through the troops on the ground, their fire indescriminate and deadly. There was nothing to do but put artillery directly above their heads

"Roger that six five standing by for coordinates."

"I'm firing a tracking becon into the building adjacent, when you get the signal from the beacon, blow it to hell!" Without waiting for a go ahead she loaded a becon into the m203 launcher on her weapon and fired it through the third story. The building was right next to them, which meant that, apart from being a potential life saving exercise, it was also slightly insane. The last thing they'd need is to dig them selves out of rubble while they were being attacked.

"I'm reading the becon now Lateral six five, keep your heads down this'll be a big one!"

"Roger that!"

Petra swore as she tried relaying the message through the command net. It was jammed with chatter already being relayed from the thirty four other troops in the convoy. Mouthing the words for "stay here" in an exagerated fashion so Zelaya, the deaf Marine, could understand she ran out into the street. Flailing her arms then making the sign for "incoming" she prayed that she wouldn't be shot dead on the spot. Running back and pressing herself against the humvee and into a much confused Zelaya she prayed that they wouldn't get pounded with their salvation.

"WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU RUN OUT INTO THE STREET FOR, WHO THE HELL'S SHOOTING AT US, WHERE THE FU,"

"OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND CLOSE YOUR EYES YOU IDIOT!" She shouted at him. Balling her hands into fists she set them in front of her face and blew them out mimicing an explosion.

"OH SHIT! YOUR SERIOUS?" He looked frantically around at his buddies; they were crouched in positions along their vehicles mimicing what they saw Petra doing. "YOU SERIOUSLY DIDN'T DO IT DID YOU?"

Petra knodded again and mouthed "broken arrow," the informal code word for calling an airstrike on one's own position.

"JESUS! YOUR CRAZY YOU KNOW THAT!?" He yelled as he ducked down.

"Hey Green," She yelled to the hardsuited figure. It looked up at her, the visor reflecting like a mirror, "you might as well get down as well, I'm not sure how well your armor would stand up to a piece of flying shrapnel." It stood still for a moment, nodded then crouched down low against the tire.

The familiar screeching woosh of the sound barrier breaking only gave them a seconds notice, the three one-hundred-twenty millimeter rounds impacted the face of the building with enough ferocity to rip most of the steel supports on the fourth floor in half. The building itself, only a five story apartment building came down on itself, but not before the entire fifth floor began toppling over. Glancing upward, Arkane prayed to whatever god was willing to listen to her. Then almost as fast as the shells hit the building it went black.


*********que cheap dream blurbness*********


"Ark talk to me babe!"

Someone was shouting... Who?

"Meh *cough*"

"Thank god, keep your eyes open for me alright? I got a medivac en route."

Who, who is that? Wait I know that voice; Juan? What's this pain in my *cough*

"It hurts, god it hurts! Rijuan are you there?" The world was a blur, sounds were garbled and everything hurt to high heaven.

"I'm here Ark, I'm here, I'm not leaving." He reasured her.

"Why can't I see anything?" She moaned.

"'Cauze your eyes are closed you big dummy." She cracked open her eyes to see Zelaya, clutching her right hand and with tears in his eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"Nothing babe, it's nothing, just stay with me alright?"

"Why does it hurt? Am I hit?" She looked down only to have her head lifted gently.

"You can't look down, you understand?" His voice was unneasy, as if he had just gotten off of a rollercoaster ride.

"Why what's wrong? Why does my hand..." She lifted the blood red bandage up to the light seeping in the room. There was a stump and no hand, no hand...

There was suppose to be a hand there she thought. A hand with five fingers and a slightly worn promise ring. Where was it?

"Ark, Petra! Look at me!" He was shaking her now trying to keep her from going into shock. "Listen to me, I'm gonna have to do something that hurts, maybe alot, to make you stop bleeding alright? The most important thing right now is that you stay awake and with me, got it?" She nodded her head, albeit reluctantly she had a pretty grim idea of what he was going to do, their training, both the Marines and the Army had been staunch about this.

"Do it." She whimpered, a trickle of blood leaving the corner of her mouth. She watched as the corporal took the small barrel fed machine gun and flicked the selector to auto. It took less then a minute to expell the rest of the rounds, but the barrel was glowing red hot. Moving quickly he squatted, one knee on top of Arkane's elbow, the other at the base of the stump. She started whimpering and crying, something that he confessed later had weighed heavy on his conscience.

"On the count of four." He held the super heated barrel to her wrist and waited for a knod. "One... two..." The young young corporal looked away, grimly satisfied that he didn't have to hear the sound of burning flesh over his partner's screaming. She let out a final gasp as the burning steel left the area then fell unconsious, black overcoming her.


*********unque cheap dream blurbness*********


"Hey, wake up!"

"Huh? What?"

"Your not dead are you?"

"The fuckt!?" It was dark, too dark to see or make out anything.

"What the hell happened? where are we?" she asked.

"Got me. As far as I can tell, the building fell on us. You were moaning in your sleep, bad dream?" The sergent broke open a chemlight and shone it on the cab of the truck where it had been crushed. There was about enough room to kneel in the little space but not much else.

"Well, hopefully the blast took out the bloody bastards on top." Ark breathed a sigh. It had been a call of desperation, one that she'd probably live to regret later on, but they both were alive, so apparently something had gone right.

"Hey, where's our metal friend at?" They both looked at eachother, had their guardian been killed by the blast? Zelaya moved the light past the hood of the truck and immediately spotted it flat on its back, its legs pinned by rubble.

"Oh no, its not moving." Petra said distressed.

"Not much we can do for it, we'll have to wait until this rubble's shifted off of us first. Want a smoke?" He offered the englishwoman a ciggerette, which she hesitantly took.

"You know these things, *cough*"

"Will kill me right?" He interupted. "I figure if I live through yet another dissasster then why not. I'm pretty sure we've been here a while, my hearings come back a little and my watch alarm went off for taps about two hours ago."

They both sighed and collapsed back to back. Activating their distress becons they removed their armor, they were going to be there a while. Seargent Arkane Petra took a long drag on her ciggerette and breathed out. "Hey Z,"

"Yeah?"

"Ever think of what you'd be doing if you weren't in this little mess of a place?"

"Well, it depends... Am I still in the Army?"

"No, Your a civilian with long shaggy hair, a goatee, and a weird mustache."

"Long hair? Hmm, I don't know, maybe become a musician or something. I've been accepted to the berklee skool of music before, why not again?" Even through the pitch black atmosphere she could feel the mental shrug as if he was saying "I'll figure it out when I get there."

"So what about you babe, gonna take that british accent into voice acting or something?"

"Actually, when my end of service date arrives, I think I might just settle down here."

"In this hell hole? Are you serious?"

"No, not here, maybe farther south, maybe around Okinawa where we flew in."

"Whatever you say, crazy." He rolled his eyes and puffed out what he thought was a smoke ring.

"What instrument do you play?"

"Huh?"

"You have to play an instrument to get into berklee right? What do you play?"

"Well you don't need to play an instrument to get in, but it helps. Me personally, I love playing the piano."

"Classical?"

"Nah, too boring. I like the old jazz and blues tunes from almost a century ago, they're so full of life and character. To me those are the classics." Zelaya mimiced an invisible piano, his fingers dancing across its keys.

Taking one last drag she flicked the cigerette away into the rubble. "I see. Think you can you play a few tunes for me when we get back? I know someone who's got a keyboard you can borrow."

"Sure, no problem."

"h.."

"Did you hear that?" The both sat up and perked their ears.

"he... mmph"

"Survivors! Hey some of our guys made it." Zelaya said excited.

"he... mmph!"

"Its coming from over there!" He pointed his light over at the still metal form.

"hel... mmmph!"

"It's coming from the boomer!" they both said.

"You think that might be coming from its comlink?" Petra asked.

"It's possible, but with all the damage its taken I sorely doubt it."

"Might as well check, not like it would hurt anything."

They both crawled over to the boomer, careful not to disturb any of the supporting rubble.

"I wonder if we can take it's faceplate off or something."

"Take it's face off?" Petra added.

"I just wanna see if I can rig up a communicator to see if we can't get out of here a little faster." Feeling around the helmet for a latch he inadvertently popped the seal on the helmet, sending a cloud of vapor outward. Surprised, Rijuan fell back into Arkane and together the two sergents tried to believe the sight before them.

Staring back at the them was the face of a beautiful very annoyed, yet very thankful woman.


YAY FORMAT FIXED! this is chapter 2 in a small little arch of stuff I've got. Let me know what you think, and by all means add on, comment, or just post new fics to keep this mini forum alive!

[Blackjackal]

O_O

I'm a little confused here, but of course thats how all stories start out with me.

No real questions, however I'm just curious about hardsuits being present and all that. Are they mass produced now or something? I don't mind if you answer or not, just that it'll bother me until I read along the answer somewhere else.

Really good, unbelievably good writing.

*Looks down at own writing and cries*

Better than mine even T_T, glad to see though that you've come up with something truly brilliant. Much better than my alternate BGC 2040 story >_>;;

[Kiai]

The idea is that the knightsabers have been hired out by the new millitary forces moving in to help with the relief effort in japan, the knightsabers, now back together are mistakened for androids and boomers, which is how they act. They appear out of their suits as "maintainers" who use the millitary facilities for their purposes-I.E. They hold up the farce that the knightsabers are indeed mindless androids, which is why Rijuan and Arkane are so surprised when they see linna in the hardsuit at the end of chapter 2. Oh yeah, this is chapter 2 by the way.

[Blackjackal]

blergh!!

thanks for telling me that, now I totaly understand it.

*smacks self*

anyway, really good storyline idea. Would totally rock if they actually made it into a new series too.

>_>
<_<

I should probably post up my stories as well, hopefully I can fill in the other gap in part 4...

Anyway, enough of me going on with my mindless babble. I give it a Five (five Boomer cores explode) out of five

Send me more of the military goodness, or somehow get me involved or something XD

[Kiai]

Well, I wanted to start a collaberative effort somehow, so if you could contribute to this, or allow me to contribute to some of your stuff, that would be something to pass the time here. Mind helping me out a bit?

[Blackjackal]

I'd contribute my character, Mourkoth, but an automated full boomer such as her would probably be problematic with the storyline, and you'd probably not want that anyway.

As for anything else, the biggest baddest thing I can think of to help you is that we trade ideas. Being caught as a hard suited figure, I'm pretty sure as a government, the people who hired her would be somewhat concerned that they were mislead as to what the Hard suits really were.

another idea would probably involve having some sort of resistance force too. Not really sure if it would work or not, but in war zones, you generally have a group of people who united to fight against things that troubled them. They would usually be armed with stolen assault rifles, shotguns and pistols. Most common weapon would be the Uzi or the MP5k due to the small size, making it light and easy to use in close quarters.

>_<

If you want me to rant on, go ahead and give me the green light. Otherwise I'll stop and wait for permission to speak.

[Hawkeye]

Himm intresting story line you got kiai, overall you could have pleanty of Fun. overall is the military action in the Story UN related? if so you could play on it alittle more.
A few Questions.....
Are all of the Exising Knight Sabres active? Just asking as we only seen one so far and the way 2040 ended..
I see some simularity between Petra and Geena.... Cybernectic arm?
Himm.... Were you have that -cheap dream scape- is the perfect place for a flash back too when they originally met

[Kiai]

The way it's set up is un related yes. Yes all the existing nights are active, and there are no similarities other then a prosthetic, and with petra its just her hand. That dream sequence is of a time when the two had first met and were out on their first mission together. They really hated each other tooth and nail before that, but that event solidified their friendship forever. Since this is chapter two I wanted to work up to how and when they first met, but in later chapters, hoping to focus on the story at hand. There are also several other arcs that need to be added as well. this is just a small fraction of what I wanted to write, so expect a heapload later!

[Blackjackal]

Anyway, if you want, I can toss some really good character ideas, but at the same time I'm good with coming up with characters who can relate specifically to the storyline.

...still waiting for the green light to rant...

[Hawkeye]

You going to have any other characters in the story line?

[Kiai]

Well I've got a few of em yeah, I'm not sure if they're all solid yet though. In fact here are a few more of em:


Megumi Itoh - A sergent with the adp she often presses her luck. She's as hot headed as priss at times, but often finds her self half meditating to keep her anger in check. She worries about her subordinates and their lack of training which drives her to stay rather distant emotionally from the rest of the pack. It is this that allows her to relate to Priss in many ways, and after a bit of elbow knocking they become friends. She has been numbed to the feeling of death and keeps a smile on her face at all times. A bit of tomboy she is always seen covered in grease and deep within the bowels of her own k-12. (plot arc time)She plays advisor to ground operations after the team leaves the bivuoac site. She somehow survives the female boomer attack, but pays the price with her sight. Sent to a medical facility it is no surprise that she returns in no more then two weeks, sporting her new "jordy eyes." Opting for the more tactically rugged option she has a steel composite visor emplanted into her skull which allows her normal vision, plus a wider spectrum of heat, infra-red, and night vision options. Shimizu is the only one to call Itoh "Miss Jordy", most find it a bit uncomfortable to address her implant.


Hitomi Shimizu - A Captain with the adp whos a bit too gung ho for her own good, she butts heads with itoh... alot! She runs the fourth detachment of the adp mechanized squad, often leading her det into the fray durring their jumps or small insertions. (plot ark time)It is after a tragic accident that Hitmoi loses the use of her legs, and is forced to take a leave of absence from the ADP. After a great deal of research she is lead to the armored suites of the k's. She is humbled by the loss of movement, but refuses to give up being useful. It is through sylia that she learns the suits stimulate nerves that control movement in the legs, allowing her to walk again.

Tsuge Takagawa - Main field medical technician assigned to det-4 he works with Mina in emergencies and is also considered by most to be their "mentor." He has a fatherly air about him, and even though he's just passed his 24th birthday he maintains a level of maturity seen adults twice his age. He hates it when one of his "children" dies, but remains professional during tense situations. Linna confides in him when Moran dies and she finds out that Takagawa was once a father, but lost his family during the Galatea fallout.


Sheffield - An american Marine, he sits happy as a highly decorated squad tactical sniper. He doesn't brag and is a bit modest though, which is a departure from the regulars and their manerisms. He's quiet, and sometimes get's lost in thought without realizing. Sometimes on dark days he carries a look of deep forboding on his face. As Nene later finds out, Sheffield is the butt of a very serious joke. He can't seem to keep a spotter for more then a month, and others have caught on. He has learned to work without a spotter,
but Moran insists on working with him, hoping that he'll be able to learn some pointers from the veteran. Sheffield believes Alaan is the only person he can confide in so when he's killed he shuts down and talks to no one. Can nene make him open up again?


Alaan Moran - Spotter for sheffield, he takes a liking almost immediately to the cute little blonde prancing around in fatigues. She blows him off constantly and mispronounces his name as "Moron, and Moe ran." Deep down both see eachother as big brother/sister because they look out for eachother so much. This is quite comical when some of the crazies on base try to set the two up on a date. Moran is killed after he stops to help a sexaroid in disguise, which to Nene is almost too much to bear, and she shuts down most
of her emotional side, choosing instead to wear a smile with nothing behind it. Alaan's complexion is a bit dark, due to his nationality, but the combination of asian and middle-eatern background give him the look of a fairly tanned hawaiin.


Nanao Pilarr - Okay, so Nanao isn't your normal techie. She almost as tall as Sylia, well built, well endowed, and goergous. Most find it a surprise when they find out shes a Frontline specialist with the adp. She's not oblivious to her looks, and her blonde hair and figure are able to catch leon off guard multiple times. After Leon confesses that she reminds him of the late Jeena Malso, she changes her haircolor to a deep red. She's a demo specialist.


Mina + Mika Tanizawa - TWINS! They've got a neural link going on between them, so they can sense what eachother wants, needs, and feels. Mina works for the ADP and becomes close personal friends with Nene and Naoko after her reasignment from a simple nurse, to chief field medical aide. Perhaps that's why she's so quiet, she chooses not to relate her often gruesome experiences. Mika is an ADP frontliner, a grunt, and no other role will suit her, though Mina begs her more then once to quit.

Mina: Quiet, Polite, and somewhat withdrawn, she supplies the brains of the haphazard duo. Shoulder length black hair, same height as Priss.

Mika: Loud, offensive, and sometimes too open, Mika makes sure her opinion is made obvious. She wavers to no one except if it has to deal with her sister. Same height, but the hair is often pulled back into a bun or pony tail.


Yuko Yazawa - A very, um... "open" android I should say. Yu has no problem expressing her wants and needs towards other woman, especially Nene, who not surprisingly finds her behavior less then settling. Yu suffers from a type of Neurological incompatibility with her android body (One of the only recorded cases of memory "log" human to android) which causes her to lose the use of her left arm from time to time. This is unfortunate because Yu is left handed. Originally thought to have been a berserk waitress model the day she joined, she was arrested and made the subject of savere scrutiny by the adp interigators. Having won the hearts of her coworkers over with her absolutely unchained optimism and sole almost complete insanity she rules the mechanized walker hanger with an iron fist. She mentions nothing of her past to the others, and is as far away from serious as can possibly be, except around Linna. Yu is the head mechanic with the detachment. Shoulderlength dark green hair (She has to die it every week, not because her hair grows, but because the synthetic hair will reject any other pigmentation then when the body was made with, she's disgusted by the fiery red her hair really is), the same height as Linna, she reminds linna of the waitress that she defended and likewise destroyed, which at first makes it awkward for her to be around Yu.

Mio Okasaki - A boomer that has gained full sentience, she works secretly for the ADP under the alias "Mei Akami". Leon makes her a source alongside Nene, and eventually the two become friends. mio's identity is revealed when her car is bombed in front of the ADP building before the troop movement. With no artificial skin whatsoever, her comrades take her in, defying their own previous boomer relations. She feels that in order to fully integrate with humans, she must take down those willing to defy her wishes. She becomes
close to Yuko after her ousting, and becomes even closer when Mio's given the option for a new identity once again. They are often gossiped about as being a couple, and aren't shy around others as such. Mio is very intellectual choosing alot of times to "synchronise" with Yuko instead of talking in order to clarify her feelings. Okasaki confides in Sylia alot of times for advice with relationships and other information, and is surprisingly adept in her people skills. Due to fiery explosion she can no longer grow hair on her own, and instead wears a surprisingly realistic wig of dark forest green hair.

Lin Nah-lin - Lin is pretty down to earth. A chinese refugee she grew up flying aboard transport helicopters. She's a hotshot helicopter pilot when she's not pestering one of the others for a shot at becoming one of the Knightsabers. Probably one of the only real fangirls the Knights have, Lin is determined to one day wear a hardsuit. For now though, she has to deal with flying a helicopter which, in the current day and age, means a total lifespan of about one day. Considered to be one of the best pilots the combined relief effort has, she constantly proves herself in tough situations, delivering supplies, medivacing, and providing overwatch for groundforces below. If need be she'll take put her finger on a trigger to keep her friends safe. Choosing to fly
without the aid of computers and the related systems means that little to nothing except poor visiblity will keep her from flying. Sylia considers her an ideal candidate for a new knightwing pilot. Dark brown hair and a twinge of blonde down the middle most lock make her a standout, especially when she's one of the only female pilots the adp has.


Special K - Designation for those who work on or around the boomer replicas of the knightsaber armor. Current Maintainers are: Linna Yamazaki-green armor, Priscilla Asagiri-Blue, Sylia Stingray-Grey, Nene Romanova-pink. Those who know better though, know that the boomer replicas are in fact still the old hardsuits, and that they still require a pilot when they are operated. Linna is ousted in ch.2 after a building collapse, but her secret is kept when Arkane and Rijuan find her. They vow to keep her secret as long as they are aloud to meet the rest of the knights, which they eventually do.



Saiyaka -


Rin Kiichi -


Rowen Kisaragi - Android.


Just a note: This is a UN effort that includes major players The US, Spain, Canada, Japans own JMSDF, and the newly recommisioned ADP. (more countries are involved just in less then significant numbers)

That's what I have so far, I like these characters, but I still feel they've alot more I could expand on.

[Blackjackal]

I posted my freakishly long one post story...

As for the characters, sounds pretty interesting.

"K-suits for teh win!!!" XD

[Hawkeye]

Hey can I thow one or two characters into your story, i got a few ideas for a crack team of Neo-Nato or USSD Special Op's

[Kiai]

Sure, need names, ages, place of birth, manerisms, social security numbers and fake id's. Also, their ambitions and ideas for future references of these characters. do you want these to be filler characters or regularly used? Make them unique but not so much so that they're impossible to fit into another story arc. Other then that, go ahead, I'll be posting this fiction on fanfiction.net in about a week. Well the first chapter at least.

[Hawkeye]

I just got a major question, I hate to say this but is the US really a big player in the UN peace keepers? I know they provide alot of funding but the Soilders mainly come from other countries.....

[Kiai]

This story is not about the united states, or any other super power. its about the people that serve, and them only. Several differnt nations contribute, but its just a coincidence that most are from the states.

[Hawkeye]

Oh that fine, just double checking with you and the facts.. hell it could be very different in 2040's

[Blackjackal]

*Shivers*

The thought of america twenty three years from now sends chills up my spine...

*Thinks of U.S. gun population increasing*

Would never be a safe place for a Boomer/Voomer

Anyway, I'd like to submit a character, pick me! Over here, in the K-suit!!

*Does the disco in a K-suit*

[Hawkeye]

Major Thomas Vance – Welsh nationalist – Age 34
British Military Police – Cybernetics control unit, Assigned to UN Peacekeeper forces in Mega Tokyo.

Veteran of the Polar war, Vance has seen his share of voomer related combat. He has been given field command of 1st Taskforce Warrior. The British and joint European led force of UN peacekeepers.
Vance was wounded during the 3rd battle of the Polar Wars and because of this he has a cybernetic eye. It was during this battle as a young 2nd Lt his unit was caught in an ambush by Boomer forces of the Noobiskan Republic he has been left for dead, If it wasn’t for unit of SU-33 boomers making up a Generals entire aide staff that found him, he would dead.
He a level headed guy led by more of his guts then any rule book, will lead his men into combat with himself in the lead rather then commanding them from behind.
Hates in house Politics that get in his way of his honor code system….

Commander Bruce Wagner – British Nationalist – Age 26
Royal Navy - MI6 British Secret Service

Wagner is a Double O agent, code number 004. Sent by the British Government to discover the truth behind the boomer program. He is the Gentleman Spy, only he drinks Stinger cocktails instead.
Usually well versed in many forms of combat, he has on call many forms of weapons, including a top secret Power Suit

[Blackjackal]

>_>

these are my character suggestions

Jack Monroe - An Ex-U.S. military assassin part of an experimental operation, he was quickly thrown out due to the failure of the operation and the end result of the Assassin boomers going mad before hitting their target. He successfully disabled them, but he was also one of two human survivors. Taking his only weapon, an MP7, he strayed from america to Japan, looking for a job that would fit his profession. He was quickly accepted as a hired mercenary for the AD police. Although he knows very little about the knight sabers, his belief in "honor" gives him a great respect for the knight sabers and what they do, despite the fact that they are Boomers themselves. He also has a thing for the mechanics that fix up the Knight Sabers.

Tough as nails, Jack monroe is a tall man, he looks much like Leon, except he has a slight beard from not shaving, and he always wears a set of Black tinted goggles and a black Beret. He also wears a camo uniform with black steel toed boots and a belt with assorted equipment.

Working with his friend Ricker Jennings, he operates an anti-boomer control station near the ADP headquarters. His life isn't much beyond changing shifts and handling an anti-tank sniper rifle, but when he is off duty, he spends mot of his time hanging around the Knight sabers, examining them secretly. He doesn't let anybody know about his past either, for reasons involving his own personal honor.

Ricker Jennings - Jack Monroe's spotter, he is also the ammo-man for him. The large .70 cal bullets come in boxes of five, and it's his job to carry the boxes. Despite the fact that Jack has such a blurry past, Ricker shows almost no interest in it, or Jack for that matter. All he really cares about is winning the bets with the other snipers concerning who is a better sniper. Ricker's interest is also more around K-suit pilots being as they handle superior weaponry compared to his measly little MP7.

Like his buddy, he wears almost matching clothes, however he isn't as strong, and he wears a camo hat instead. He has blonde hair and a face that could dazzle any woman...or so he says...

[Kiai]

I see a friendly rivalry between Jack and Sheffield. Good characters the both of you, I'll break them down into a spreadsheet/excell table. I'll post the screen cap in a day or two.

[Hawkeye]

The sound of AH-12 Caser blades as it came in low over the street became a high pitch. As the helicopter hovered feet from the ground, the rear compartment door slide open. Relieving the rear compartment as several figures jumped clear of the Craft and moved for cover in-between the rubble and wreckage of the buildings around them. One man led the others to side of the street between two burned out wrecks of an ADP cruiser and an Armored Personnel carrier.
“Tyson & Hanks Cover the rear, Shaun Cover the front” the soldier who gave out the orders reached up to his helmet and activated the Military up-link to the Military command computers in Osaka.
“Echo-Nine-zero, this Warrior-Two-Zero We have been inserted and moving towards Way point Alpha, Over” Updating his position and the current orders on record, turning he located his position on the map on his helmet flips down visor.
“Okay people, we got eight Missing People, 2 clicks north now lets move it double time now” ordered Major Vance as he leveled his M-12 assault rifle and ordered his team forward. His team forming around his as they sprinted in-between the rubble and wreckage, clearing a route through to the last known position of American unit lateral six five.

[Blackjackal]

The silence of the poorly lit street was almost annoying to him, and his partner wasn't exactly helping. Leaning against a wall, Ricker polished the side of his unloaded MP7. Jack lay calmly, watching the surrounding buildings closely. Despite what had been happening around the city, not much was going on near the headquarters, Ricker could see his money slipping away already.

Removing the cloth, he stuffed it into his pocket, then grabbed the ammo clip from the ground and shoved it into the clip slot on the bottom of the handgrip. He then released it, letting it hang from it's shoulder strap as he got into a prone position and crawled over to his small teliscope set up beside the massive sniper rifle.

"It's quiet, what do you think the other sniper team is up to?" Ricker asked as he turned his head to face Jack. The man's goggles were up against his forehead, but his right eye was pressed against the ruber eyecover of the scope, preventing light from shining against the lense and keeping his eyes from showing. Despite the attempt at starting conversation, Jack ignored him. Ricker sighed and looked back out towards the street they had been watching. "Right, we're the only ones on shift tonight..." The prhase came out with a small tone of anger, being as his partner wasn't supporting entertainment.

"Green box..." The words were just a bare whisper, almost totally passing by Ricker. Thankfully the silence surrounding them, allowed them to hear eachother better. Ricker looked back towards him, seeing that he had not moved an inch, he looked into his own portable telescope and zoomed in towards the area he figured Jack was looking at. Taking a close enough look, he saw nothing, absolutely nothing. It would have been easy had they been using standard equipment, but it was Jack who didn't permit anything better than simple night vision, and even then he used a standard scope.

"Have you finally snapped from being neglected so long?" Ricker asked as he raised his head from the telescope. Jack didn't move at all, but kept the massive rifle still enough to let dust form along the length of the barrel.

"Green Box, now." The words were slightly louder now. Giving a shrug, he grabbed the green ammo box and pulled it in front of him. He then opened it and pulled back at the bolt on the sniper rifle. The massive rifle round had been sharpened to almost a razor point, another activity ricker spent his time doing whenever they waited. The bullet slipped into the holding position on the bolt easily. Ricker then pulled the release, letting the bolt slam shut, generating a sluggish fattened clicking noise.

Looking back into his telescope, he watched the area closely. Like before, nothing was there. Looking away he managed to turn his head halfway towards Jack when the mighty rifle roared. The muzzle flash generated light for a split secod, revealing their position temporarily, then faded letting the room fade back into darkness. Jack quickly stood up and grabbed the carrying strap of his rifle. Ricker grabbed his telescope, three ammo boxes and took point. As quickly as he could, he ran forward.

The move wasn't cowardly, but smart. Once you fired, you didn't want to be around as other soldiers calculated the trajectory. It wasn't like Boomers would despite their brains being computers, but that Jack had spent too much time in some sort of military force to know this, and to let is seep into his new career.

Both men ran quickly until they reached a set of stairs. The whole time they had been hiding in a partially destroyed apartment building, with plenty of holes in the side to make it too unstable for the cowardly of snipers. Going down a level both Jack and Ricker ran to the room below where they had originally been. Jack set up the bipod on the bottom of the gun and placed it on a window while Ricker found a nice hole in the wall to look through.

Right where he had been looking, where jack had been looking, the arm of a boomer lay poking halfway out from a pile of rubble. Zooming in closer, Ricker noticed that it had been intentionally buried, with light plaster and random peices of wood. A normal human would have ease getting out of the pile even, something he didn't notice before. Suddenly he was feeling the slight bit of embarrassment as he pressed the green button on the telescope. the image blacked out for a second, then came back frozen. They would need evidence of the kill for later...

[The General]

Dr. Wanda Everheart- A known scientific genius in robotics, physics, biology, zoology, chemistry, and other scientifc fields. Early 30s, long green hair, one eye coloured green(left) and another eye coloured filmy blue(right), 180 cm in height(5' 11") and 55 kg in weight.

Janey Everheart- A child female progeny in musical arts and sciences who suffered from Huntington's Disease from her father. Now a converted US military boomeroid due to a raid that occurred in a govt. military expermental voomer installation in New Mexico. 9 yrs. old, long blue coloured hair, gray coloured eyes, 190.5 cm(6' 3") in height and 130 kg in weight.

A figure flies over the ruined city of Tokyo surveying the city blocks on its routine patrol. The incredulous appearance of the flying figure would have garnered shock from the city inhabitants from the previous century for the figure was shealthed in metal and coloured in the drab military camouflage splotches used for the urban environment. The figure's form was androgynous and very tall but not that of a giant pictured in freak shows. The faceless figure's head had a metallic visor over what would have been its eyes and if a science-fiction movie fan was able to see the shape of the visor. That person would tell you that this visor in the same design as the robot Gort from the movie, The Day The Earth Stood Still. But Gort was fictional character and this figure is the real deal and as menacing as the movie robot that walked in the White House front lawn. Attached to the figure's sides at the waistline are a pair of long and wide cylinders about one metre in length and 30 cm in width. The cylinders are rounded at the top end and had the same colours as the body. The flying figure showed no exhaust plume or visible exhaust nozzles to show how it flies by. Then the figure slows to a stop in mid-air and floats gently down in the upright vertical position on to an open city street. The figure slowly scan the city block by horizontal view and then the vertical view of the surrounding area.

"Mommy, I'm hungry. Can I get something to eat after this patrol?"

"Well, Pumpkin, I just have to check on the current status of the field kitchen to see if they started cooking meals there. I guess those 20 MRE packets were not enough for you. I can't believe that part of your appetite has transferred into your voomer body from your old human body. At least, your old body had a high metabolic burn rate or I will have you execised to kept those extra calories from turning into body fat. Then again, having you ingesting artificial appetite supressors into your voomer brain isn't a good idea for a young adolescence like you. But in the meantime, keeping concentrating at the mission at hand. Okay, Janey?"

"Alright, Mommy. Boy, it sucks. Wait, I spotted a rouge boomer at my 5'oclock position on my sensors. I'll go there to investigate and probably liquidate the boomer."

"I hope you know how to operate both the sonic plasma blaster and the particle ball launcher that I've installed on you. The inboard finger weapon system drain alot of energy from your main power cells and I haven't finish the detachable secondary power cells to divert that energy usage."

"Don't worry, Mommy. I'm careful and it's not like that voomer raid that two years ago. I'm still angry at who tried to hurt you and the Humanoid project."

"Me too, Pumpkin."

The boomeroid looks at the direction of her target and walk briskly to it.

[The General]

Crap, darn mixup in sumitting

[The General]

Somewhere outside the Tokyo city limits in a UN military campsite, An older female dressed in battle fatigues of the USMC officer and younger female dressed in grey T-shirt and grey capri pants are in an Immersion Reality Booth looking at the 3D image of Janey Everheart, the Voomer Humanoid operative. The younger female named Dr. Wanda Everheart of the Humanoid Project shuts off the Bluetooth voice mike as the female soldier turns to her.

"I can't believe I'm trusting a humanoid operative with a human brain of 9 year old girl to do a soldier's mission here in Tokyo."

"Sorry, Colonel. The production facility for the brain modules was wrecked by the raid of two years ago. You have read my incident report when you took over the Project as the new security director. The only thing for this model is the replacement parts production line."

"Yeah, I can't believe that my old US Army colleague, Lt. General Marvin 'Lightning' Ross bought the farm on that one. But a little girl and your own daughter! Can she be mature enough to do this mission?"

"Yes, she can. Janey is like me when I was her age. She's completely aware in an emotional and intellectual way about this world and how really ugly it can get. That is quite unusual for her type of childhood development. Plus, she lived with Huntington's Disease before she became a Humanoid."

"Alright, but if she starts acting crazy in the field. Then I'm starting automatic recall mode and scrubbing the mission until we get a suitable replacement for the Project."

"The only thing that you have worry about is that your superiors in Washington don't change their mind on the original mission statement of Project Humanoid without our approval or counsel."