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<:: ACCESSING DATAFILES::>
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<::Hey, forty two check it out. They got the records of those dipshits in the CCR on this terminal, take a look!::>
<::Really? Pull 'em up, wanna see what those clowns did before they got pressed into service::>
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<::FILE RETRIEVED, OPENING PC-5 MELISSA O'RILEY.::>
<:: Okay... Got one, Damn! She's a bit of a troublemaker, hah! Look at her record.::>
<:: Hmph, bit of a looker too I might add.::>
<:: Make sure you don't say that too loud, rumor is she nearly gave a guy brain damage just sparring.::>
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<:: Hah! This one is fit for amputation. Pray she doesn't get on the wrong side of Fifty Nine if they ever meet.::>
<:: Oh, him. I swear he threatened to take somebody's fingers once if they didn't give him sufficient enough information.::>
<:: Yeah, you're right! Heard the person he did it to wept like a little bi-::>
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<::ADDITIONAL FILES LOCATED. LAST EDITED BY LIEUTENANT KURTIS HAMILTON::>
<:: Open it up, see what her commanders have said about her.::>
<:: I hear ya! Give me a sec!::>
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<::FILES RETRIEVED. OPENING OFFICIAL STATEMENTS FROM CCR COMMAND::>
<:: LIEUTENANT JAMES DORNAN::> "Melissa O'Riley...she's a particularly unique case. Sentenced for Medical Malpractice, dropped from Green-Five to Null. She insists she's innocent and was framed, maybe so, but I'm not a cop, I just handle whoever they give to me. O'Riley is a strangely reliable individual, her experience in the Medical field has saved many lives, my own included several times. She's useful, I'd like to think I could rely on her and trust her to do some things Officers wouldn't dare to leave PCs to do, but her volatile nature keeps getting her in trouble, namely her penchant for assaulting people, me included, though I don't got a stick up my ass so I let it slide that time, wasn't intentional anyway. While I could care less about her transgressions, she's on the verge of being killed for said transgressions, which I'll be opposing vehemently. Hell I like her, she's extremely useful AND reliable, if she wasn't a penal, I'd have promoted her on the spot...Hell maybe I'd have tried to befriend her if I wasn't essentially her Prison Warden. Besides, her mindset keeps things rather entertaining, and I need someone on the ground that isn't alienated in a Command Position to keep the Conscripts in check." |
<:: LIEUTENANT MARILYN WHITLOCK::> "Let's see.. PC-5 Melissa O'Riley. Placed in through the first batch of Connies that were assigned as the initial 'firestarters' that got the 'Guardians of Geneva' into Industrial-24. Throughout the ups and downs, and trust me, there have been several ups and downs.. O'Riley has been a fighter and a damn good medic. She's hot-headed at times and I've had to figure out how to defend her actions but, I think she'll do some good here as long as she continues to fall into line." |
<:: LIEUTENANT JONES DUFFLES ::> "The not-so-marvelous Melissa O'Riley, aren't you just a pain to deal with? I recently enlisted in the Conscript Reserve for the Guardians of Saleve, and before I even stepped inside, I heard your disgraceful attitude. Of course, you're a rambunctious lady; your record reads that. I don't need to be a detective to understand who you are; you're manipulative and abusive. You were an excellent soldier and medic, which can be thought about, but as an individual, like many others here, you are incredibly flawed. I can read you like a book. Those lies and false tears you attempted to convince me with won't trick me. You tried to kill a man, a fellow soldier, and you get too caught up in your emotions and let them take over you; that'll be your demise. How shameful of you not to even dare to fix your poor reputation; you'll rot just like the people you genuinely belong with. It would be best if you never had been given a second chance. I know you're still out there somewhere, and you aren't dead yet. I couldn't care less for you, but I'll be waiting to see you again that day to get my words to you right before it all." |
<:: WARRANT OFFICER FREDDY DEAN ::> "O'Riley...? She's a loose cannon, I can't tell whether she'll hug someone or stab them in the back. Some of the troops have gotten around to calling her Ms. Medical Malpractice, and I wonder to myself whether her story about being framed is true or not-" "--In combat, she's a helluva fighter, but her priority are all wrong in battle. I'd rather deal with the bigger threat then some scav who just wondered upon our battle.-" "--The other day, her and one of the Ensigns, Weiss I think, got into a spar and it caused Weiss to not have a not-so nice trip down to the infirmary. I told you, she's a loose cannon and her loyalty? It's only to herself.-" |
<:: LIEUTENANT KURTIS HAMILTON ::> "Not many of the PC's know I have to put on an act in front of them. I'm an officer it's my responsibility to have a higher standard in front of all of 'em. Melissa O'Riley though...she was a valuable asset...Went missin' 'bout a day ago along with three others. I've been hard on 'er, but I've been equal with 'er. I know she's alive, she's too smart to get herself killed. Just hope I don't find 'er on the wrong end of a gun, I won't hesitate." |
<: : COLONEL RICHARD STRAUME : : > "O'Riley is the typical rank 'n' file conscript. Adequate for our mission statement -- serving as cannon fodder. I do not see this PC becoming a functioning part of society again, nor do I see her rising through the ranks in the Reserve, too suspicious. Fodder, through and through. My suspicions were confirmed. It appears redemption eluded her. Waste of my time." |
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<:: Wh- Jeez, even the officers have it out for her, who even is this woman? ::>
<:: Another one for amputation as you sa-::>
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<:: Alert. Ground units. Invasive operation of anti-citizen origin. Response code: Engage. Quell. Inquire.::>
<:: ... You think that's her?::>
<:: Who knows let's get movin' I need to earn my credits.::>
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<:: CLOSING PC-5 MELISSA O'RILEY....LOGGING OFF::>
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<:: SECURITY ALERT, AUTONOMOUS POLITICAL CONSCRIPT MOVEMENT DETECTED IN BLOCKS 64, 24 AND 32. CODE; ASSEMBLE, ADMINISTER, NEUTRALIZE.::>
"You think those sirens are for us? If so, think it'd be wise to stay low, not worth while engaging Overwatch potentially."
"Ugh, grow up Celt. Besides, we can probably handle a few CPs. Hell, you've got me watching your back, sorella."
"Think I'd rather have my back watched by Zhukov over you but...Fine. Would prefer if we had a vort covering us. Let's go."
"You worry too much, don't worry. We'll be fine."
The sounds of weapons being readied for contact, alongside the sounds of combat boots hitting the floor emanate the room, before a door was heard opening and closing.
"You think those sirens are for us? If so, think it'd be wise to stay low, not worth while engaging Overwatch potentially."
"Ugh, grow up Celt. Besides, we can probably handle a few CPs. Hell, you've got me watching your back, sorella."
"Think I'd rather have my back watched by Zhukov over you but...Fine. Would prefer if we had a vort covering us. Let's go."
"You worry too much, don't worry. We'll be fine."
The sounds of weapons being readied for contact, alongside the sounds of combat boots hitting the floor emanate the room, before a door was heard opening and closing.
The bellows of a synthetic creature was heard, alongside the call of several Vortal beings with a symphony of gunfire following short after.
"Shit, shit, shit! We need to kill this thing before it levels the entire block! Cover the vorts!"
"We shall climb aboard the synthetic being, the humans must cover this one's attempts to mount this despicable beast!"
"Cover fire! Get this thing's attention whils-"
The creature suddenly stirs, swinging its crab like body around in an attempt to swing the two vortal beings off, sending a barrage of pulse rounds through out the alley, the scrambling of masked rebels ducking for cover soon after.
"Augh! Fucking.. GET ON THERE! I WANT THIS KARKER DEAD!"
"To the void with you!"
One of the vortigaunts, donning a boonie hat plunges its claws into a weak point of the beast, pulling out what appears to be its brain. The synthetic beast shudders, bucking the duo of Vortigaunts before collapsing in the alley motionless.
"Is it...Dead? Holy...Apollo, are you okay?"
"I'm...I'm okay Celt. Vest took the damage mainly."
"Shit, shit, shit! We need to kill this thing before it levels the entire block! Cover the vorts!"
"We shall climb aboard the synthetic being, the humans must cover this one's attempts to mount this despicable beast!"
"Cover fire! Get this thing's attention whils-"
The creature suddenly stirs, swinging its crab like body around in an attempt to swing the two vortal beings off, sending a barrage of pulse rounds through out the alley, the scrambling of masked rebels ducking for cover soon after.
"Augh! Fucking.. GET ON THERE! I WANT THIS KARKER DEAD!"
"To the void with you!"
One of the vortigaunts, donning a boonie hat plunges its claws into a weak point of the beast, pulling out what appears to be its brain. The synthetic beast shudders, bucking the duo of Vortigaunts before collapsing in the alley motionless.
"Is it...Dead? Holy...Apollo, are you okay?"
"I'm...I'm okay Celt. Vest took the damage mainly."
Gunfire rings out through a cramped corridor, the screaming of wounded fighters bellowing through it alongside the roars of horrors less than human.
"Shit Shit Shit! They won't stop coming! Fuck! Close that door!"
"I need medical supplies! The wounded won't stop piling up!"
A roar of a deformed and mutated being echoes above the others, staring down two masked figures.
"-Hoi! I'm out of ammo! Only crowbar left! Help me fend it off Irish woman!"
"Fuuck! No rounds left! Come on! Distract it at lea-"
The beast charges forward, swinging a claw through the Celtic fighters chest rig, knocking her and the Asian trader to the floor in a heap... She whimpers, whispering out for someone..
"P-Plague...H-Help..."
The gunfire and the screams of fighters continue...Seemingly without end.
"Shit Shit Shit! They won't stop coming! Fuck! Close that door!"
"I need medical supplies! The wounded won't stop piling up!"
A roar of a deformed and mutated being echoes above the others, staring down two masked figures.
"-Hoi! I'm out of ammo! Only crowbar left! Help me fend it off Irish woman!"
"Fuuck! No rounds left! Come on! Distract it at lea-"
The beast charges forward, swinging a claw through the Celtic fighters chest rig, knocking her and the Asian trader to the floor in a heap... She whimpers, whispering out for someone..
"P-Plague...H-Help..."
The gunfire and the screams of fighters continue...Seemingly without end.
The sound of boat engines roaring upon the open sea was heard, armed figures sat together, their hands on their equipment. Some silent, some talk. All of them nervous on what's to come.
"So... Any idea where we're heading? I know we're certainly not in Geneva now."
"Aren't you the one who said we're in Russia? Come on Sorella, you can't be that dumb."
"Okay Cash, try not to let that lump of grey matter think too much, you might get a headache."
The sound of a woman's snickering was dulled out by the roar of motors, her facial expression shrouded beneath a well travelled M40.
"Always have to be a joker... God, I should've left you back in I-24."
"And miss out on my charming personality? Come on, how would've you faired? Deep down, I know you love me, really."
"Well, funny you mention that. Cause he does."
"No I don't! Damn it Apollo!"
"Just- Letting her know...Least you're not staring at her fe-"
"Ew! Gross Cash! You're weird, you kn- Actually no, I knew when you tried flirting with me."
"I hate you all. Especially you O'Riley."
The trio continue their journey alongside their comrades. Talking and laughing, a calm and light hearted moment, in a war without end.
"So... Any idea where we're heading? I know we're certainly not in Geneva now."
"Aren't you the one who said we're in Russia? Come on Sorella, you can't be that dumb."
"Okay Cash, try not to let that lump of grey matter think too much, you might get a headache."
The sound of a woman's snickering was dulled out by the roar of motors, her facial expression shrouded beneath a well travelled M40.
"Always have to be a joker... God, I should've left you back in I-24."
"And miss out on my charming personality? Come on, how would've you faired? Deep down, I know you love me, really."
"Well, funny you mention that. Cause he does."
"No I don't! Damn it Apollo!"
"Just- Letting her know...Least you're not staring at her fe-"
"Ew! Gross Cash! You're weird, you kn- Actually no, I knew when you tried flirting with me."
"I hate you all. Especially you O'Riley."
The trio continue their journey alongside their comrades. Talking and laughing, a calm and light hearted moment, in a war without end.
The sounds of boots stomping was heard in the slums, the sounds of muffled breathing of masked figures shortly after. A tall blue crystal humming with an energy jutting out of the floor in amongst the labyrinthine buildings.
"Take up positions, get eyes on entries and exits, once this goes off we need to book it."
"We got it, be ready now."
"Loud and clear."
"I got you."
Grunts and other sounds of acknowledgements emanated from the cohort of fighters, positioning themselves upon rooftops, behind dumpsters and walls awaiting any form of threats, shortly after the voice of an otherworldly being crackled through their radios.
"It has been done. Ready now, your devices of comb- *KAZZKTK"
All throughout the city, communication devices came to a halt, static being the only noise that emanated from them, was static.
"R-Riley? Now! We need to get going!"
The Celt nodded, setting her firearm aside before withdrawing a grenade from her belt, yanking the pin before arcing it towards the crystal with it landing next to a pile of garbage nearby the towering obelisk.
"Let's go! We gotta get going! Back the same way we came, we'll rendezvous with the rest by where we're camped out!"
The stomping of boots echoed through the slums again before being interrupted by an explosion, crackling of electricity alongside bolts of lightning writhing out behind the cohort as they made their escape.
"Take up positions, get eyes on entries and exits, once this goes off we need to book it."
"We got it, be ready now."
"Loud and clear."
"I got you."
Grunts and other sounds of acknowledgements emanated from the cohort of fighters, positioning themselves upon rooftops, behind dumpsters and walls awaiting any form of threats, shortly after the voice of an otherworldly being crackled through their radios.
"It has been done. Ready now, your devices of comb- *KAZZKTK"
All throughout the city, communication devices came to a halt, static being the only noise that emanated from them, was static.
"R-Riley? Now! We need to get going!"
The Celt nodded, setting her firearm aside before withdrawing a grenade from her belt, yanking the pin before arcing it towards the crystal with it landing next to a pile of garbage nearby the towering obelisk.
"Let's go! We gotta get going! Back the same way we came, we'll rendezvous with the rest by where we're camped out!"
The stomping of boots echoed through the slums again before being interrupted by an explosion, crackling of electricity alongside bolts of lightning writhing out behind the cohort as they made their escape.
<:: PRIORITY WARNING INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM MINISTRY OF CIVIL PROTECTION. ::>
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"<:: Ah shit, what do you think they want now? It's never good. ::>
"<:: Shut up talkin like that, they got eyes and ears everywhere. Just open the damn file. ::>"
<:: FILE OPENED: [: CCR-APB-MO-3 :] ::>
OBJECTIVE: NEUTRALIZE OR CAPTURE
<::BASIC INFORMATION::> NAME: MELISSA O'RILEY ALIAS: UNKNOWN NICKNAMES: UNKNOWN LOYALTY TIER: CID: CITIZENSHIP REVOKED GENDER: FEMALE AGE: 32 DATE OF BIRTH: 22/11/1988 NATIONALITY: IRISH PLACE OF BIRTH: DUBLIN, IRELAND CURRENT LOCATION: LAST SEEN WITHIN LZ-1 + LZ-2 EDUCATION: UNIVERSITY COLLEGE DUBLIN OCCUPATION: CODE-187 PREVIOUS LOCATIONS: TERMINAL-2, CITY-24, INDUSTRIAL 24 | <:: PHYSICAL INFORMATION ::> PHYSICAL STATE: ACTIVE HEIGHT: 5'10 EYES: EMERALD GREEN HAIR: BLACK HAIR ETHNICITY: CAUCASIAN BODY TYPE: N/A NOTABLE CLOTHING: SALVAGED I-24 CCR UNIFORM NOTABLE FEATURES: N/A |
<:: PSYCHOLOGICAL STATE ::> MENTAL STATE: UNSTABLE MENTAL DISABILITIES: UNKNOWN KEY PERSONAL TRAITS: UNSTABLE TEMPER, KNOWN PYROMANIAC. INTERESTS: UNKNOWN DISLIKES: UNKNOWN KNOWN LANGUAGES: ENGLISH, GAELIC, JAPANESE, RUSSIAN | <::FAMILY COHESION::> <::FRACTURED::> FATHER: Patrick O'Riley / AMPUTATED MOTHER: Molly O'Riley / AMPUTATED SIBLING: Lucy O'Riley / UNKNOWN, CODE-187 |
<:: ALL UNITS: ISOLATE, PACIFY, STERILIZE. 10-0. ::>
"<:: No fucking way, this is the bitch the overseer rambled on- Yeah! The one who bombed the festival. ::>"
"<:: Oh yeah, it is. Bet there's a hefty paycheck for whoever bags her. Provided she comes quiet. ::>"
"<:: She's Irish dumbass, I doubt coming quiet is her nature, nah... Prepare for a fight. ::>"
CHARACTER RELATIONS: (ask to be added!)
Felix Poelking -Adores & Respects But...Remorseful
DENIAL.
You, you are an interesting one. We were one of the original few who began in the Reserve and we've been together through thick and thin. I've helped patch you up countless times and you've done the same for me. I'm glad we're free now, no longer at threat of having our collars detonated now, I've got my eye on you.
We're in this for the long run now, you know that right? Despite what we've all been through, you've got my six and I've got yours. Let's pull through this the best we can. I've got your back.
Well Well Well… Seem's a bit of a trend is going on. Myself with Plague and you with...Lucia is it? Bah, I'll remember her name eventually. Keep an eye on her Poelking. She's a good one.
Oh Felix... Even though we've only known each other for a few months, you've been through a lot. I can tell from the way you are alongside how you act. And with...Lucia's passing? I'm- I'm sorry for your loss.
You..You'r- You're coming back any day now..I'm, I'm sure of it, they can't have captured you, you're too smart for this to happen... Any day now! I'm sure!
Luca Carusso - Best Friend But...Irritating.
When Poelking first introduced me to you, I thought you were just another loud mouthed conscript destined for the suicide squad. How wrong I was, I owe you a lot Carusso, you singlehandedly secured our freedom from the Reserve. You even took us into your movement, vouching for all of us.
Thank you.
Exactly like Poelking, we're in this for the long haul. I just wish you weren't so brash, always taking the unneeded risks but...That's just you, isn't it? Besides, a rematch is in order soon.
Luca... You're many things... Brash, loud-mouthed and an addict. But, the cracks are showing. I can see it. Please, don't bottle it up, you can talk to me. I fear you may do something brash if you don't speak about it.
I'm not too sure what's happened but...You seem to be back to normal, the constant joking, the vain attempts at insults as well as bad mouthing me in Italian...Hm...Maybe I can change that.
What is your problem? The other week you were perfectly fine, now you've turned into a major asshole. What is it, hm? Jealousy? Ego? Or are you just insecure. Ugh.
'Outrider' - Respected & Admired
The leader of the movement who freed me and my squad mates from our servitude, an act I will never be able to repay you back for. Your leadership is nothing like half of the officers within the CCR, you respect your men, you admit when you're incorrect and you even own up to your errors. Apart from that, the tales you have to share are impressive, from local victories to overcoming the impossible out in the wastelands of Denver.
You, you have earned my utmost respect. You spearheaded the assault on the depot following the defeat prior, refusing to leave until every last fighter had been evacuated. You could've left them to their fate, but you didn't, a selfless act, in a selfish world.
You impress me yet again. You somehow managed to save an entire city from being culled. Another selfless feat.
We're back to square one hm? Back to being the underdogs in a foreign land, we'll rebuild, greater and stronger than we ever were before. I've got some ideas...
'Hans' - Respected & Regretful
You were there that day as well when we were ambushed, you were the one who pulled the ticking timebomb from my neck, securing my freedom. A debt that I wasn't able to repay, you were a leader of the groups that were part of the alliance that freed us, prioritizing those who need aid over yourself. Something I can respect.
I should have been there, you fell in the battle whilst freeing the prisoners. Your group now leaderless, talks were heard of disbanding. Your time wasn't up, you shouldn't have fell that way.
May you find your peace, far away from this wicked world.
'Sam' Respected But... Split.
One of the several Vortigaunts that've been liberated, from what I can tell from you, you've been free for a while. You seem to have known Apollo for a long time, you also ran to the defense of the base when those two conscripts attacked. I don't wanna get on your bad side though, you seem to... Have very graphic thoughts on what to do to those who cross you.
I wonder however, ever since I gave Cash and Apollo their marks on their arm and neck, can Vortigaunts do the same? I'll have to enquire. I've always wanted to get one of the old Celtic markings before all of this.
Turns out, my hunches were right. You managed to brand me with a tattoo, a glowing one nonetheless. Truly remarkable....Maybe my superstitions with your kind were in the wrong place. You're an interesting one, I'll have to indulge my curiousness more.
Sam... You're, you're worse than dead. You're feral. Gunned down by Delegates and resurrected into some eldritch horror... I fear if you approached me you'd maul me.. We- We'll find a way to bring you back...We have to...
You're...Back. I had a feeling you'd some how make it back but, you're not the same. You're now just a blank set of red eyes and green skin, interlinked with the rest like a puppet. I am glad to have you back but- You're not the same.
'Alys' Respected
One of those who attacked Fort L'Ecluse with Outrider and the rest, managing to...Make it back alive as well. You joined us on our attack of the transit center, managing to liberate our comrades in arms just like you had done for me. You're an interesting one to say the least, gallivanting around with Wildcard and her cell. Stay safe, ya hear me?
You know, I don't think I officially got the chance to say thank you. What, with coming along to cover me whilst I blew up that crystal, alongside stabilizing me after being hit with a canister. I owe you one, stay safe now.
You run a tight ship, that's one thing I can hold you there. You found me when I nearly froze to death, surrounded by Vasili, Bizzare and Kena. You gave me the clothes off your shoulders and let me hole up with you and Wildcard, whilst I regret not being able to help as much as I used to in the Terminal, I hope you can understand given my... Status.
'Wildcard' Respected
ANGER.
Just like me, you were a conscript as well. Just.. You've been fighting a lot longer than I have, something I can place my respect into. Whilst we haven't talked a lot, you've been friendly on each engagement. We should try and break the ice past small talk however. You seem like you'd make good conversation.
I owe you, believe me. Dragging me back to the Tuu's hideout and giving me medicine that saved me from dying of radiation sickness? Despite your nature you have a good heart in there, always looking out for those you hold close, I... I am sorry about what happened to Samurai, if I were there I would've tried to intervene.
Well- I suppose it was inevitable. Comrades in arms as you said? Regardless, we're fighting togther now and well... I suppose I owe you my life, when I got gunned down out by De-Friz you came and carried me out, not to mention you gave me refuge at my most vulnerable.
No matter what it takes, no matter what I am going to find the rat bastards that shot you and I can guarantee you. They'll be howling and pleading before I'm done. No one should die like that, not you especially.
'Alex' Acquaintance & Impressed
The other half to Sniffy's operation. Like with Sniffy, if you weren't dealers, you'd be medicinal geniuses. Something that, whilst I don't indulge in frequently, I can respect. Just... Try to take it easy on the star dust however, it's beyond potent and I don't want to be having to clean up your mess.
'Plague' Friendly But...Pitiful However... Lovers.
Plague...What can I say. You're nothing more than someone who was exploited. You were tricked into servitude by an eldritch being known as The Tyrant, you can barely remember the events of the last few weeks, the liberation of me, the attack on Fort L'Ecluse and the attack on the Transit Center. I just...I hope there's no permanent mental scarring, whilst we've only talked once you've left a positive impression on me. If you're wanting to talk...Come and find me.
You know...Despite everything you've been through plus the short time we've spent together, you've left a good impression on me. You offered to buy me ammo without even batting an eye alongside discussing a good deal of your past with me. I've got my eye on you.
Huh, didn't think I'd expect this. Not but a month out of the reserve and something I didn't expect to happen... I found someone. You've been an absolute delight to be around, taking care of my wounds and injuries, providing me with food alongside finding a tranquil spot for us near a lake...Even when that ass tried to ransom you back. Still, an outcome I didn't expect...Hun.
Mh, it's been some time since the events of the valley... I'll admit, I was worried for when you didn't get off the boats alongside the rest of us but...You're here now, that's all that matters. Just stay safe in the city, this isn't like I-24.
'Sniffy' - Friendly & Thankful
The so called 'plug' that manages to somehow provide what you're looking for regardless of location. It's actually quite impressive. However, I think if you spent more time focusing on producing medical supplies instead of crack it'd be more beneficial...But, a chips a chip at the end of the day and you're making a profit...Hm, maybe you could teach me a few things.
You know, I didn't expect much from you apart from being a natural of making narcotics. When Plague shot that bird out of the sky, I was certain almost everyone there was ready to make a meal from it but...You weren't, like me you were wanting the bird to have another chance. How...Honorable.
Oh goodness, it's been a while since we last spoke but. You've moved up in the underground, becoming everyone's main dealer when it comes to materials or something to get fixed on, whilst I can't say I have any opinion when I sold you drugs to sell on, I can thank you for the chemicals you're able to provide. Still, I did never thank you for saving my life when that fucking grunt threw me around like a ragdoll so, thank you. Just er, stay safe.
Uwe Schulz - Acquaintance
One of the several civilians who made it out of I-24 when it got glassed. You seem to know Cash and Apollo quite well. Hmph, then again I'm confident everyone does. Try to stay out of trouble, it's not safe in this valley, between the synthetics, constant clashes between the rebels and CP's and god knows what else.
'The Archivist' - Friendly & Curious
You were originally one of the seekers, a sect of vortigaunts dedicated to educating people and taking down records of human history, a noble goal. I believe you've since joined up with our cell, given your frequent visits to our little shack. Still, I must say I was more than impressed when you were able to transfer Luca's knowledge of Russian to me with little more than a scroll of paper and your magic...Despite his state, eh. He'll recover, I feel this ritual will become useful...Very quickly.
You continue to impress me, you've imparted several languages onto me and have requested to learn Gaelic. You've also proven yourself to be a sort of.... Impartial Mediator when it comes to certain topics, especially when it comes to handling Luca. I just hope his ego subsides soon and he gets off his high horse.
'Titan' - Friendly & Respected
One of the sentinels who are...Might short, ironic with a nickname like that hah. Bad jokes aside, you're a helluva fighter, what when we fought off those CCR and OTA? Hell, even when those three hunters and strider came out to play. You did nearly bite the bullet however so I am glad I managed to bail you out just in time. Just eh.. Try not to do anything stupid, when you Vasili, Cash and Yuri got trapped by those four Elites and everything else? I'll admit, it got dicey.
Ophelie - Confused?
You're... Certainly the last person I expected to find in the sewers, I remember seeing your name on a flier when Spengler had us patrolling the slums, though I didn't expect to meet you. And to be honest? You're an enigma in of yourself. I know you knew Felix and I hope he returns one day, I have a feeling you and him were close a long time ago.
'Yuri' - Respected
Yuri, Yuri, Yuri. You're an interesting one. One of the members of the Tuu with an almost unbreakable attraction to your rifle it's eh.. Actually quite disturbing, but then again. We all are disturbed in our own ways, constantly going on suicide missions, fighting for our lives each day and not giving up till the bitter end. You've been in this game a while, I can tell. Hopefully you don't bite the bullet any time soon.
'Mabre' - Friendly
You're Luca's so called 'wife', that's certainly a relationship I didn't expect to spy but nonetheless you're one of us. Supposedly you were an arms dealer but I haven't seen you in the terminal, so you're probably still back in City-8 or somewhere else. Who knows, then again I'll expect you to show up in this frozen shithole sooner or later.
'Bizzare' - Respected
Yet another vort that's roaming free, like me. Then again from your lack of knowledge of transhuman soldiers and the combine in general, you seem to have never been caught so... You're one of the lucky ones, still you've settled into our tribe well and have provided us with assistance and vital materials. Just eh... Try not to blast Dornan.
'Grom' - Dead
One of the members of Wild's cell, a fisherman yet nonetheless vital to the cause. You've arrived with us here in the Terminal and have began collaborating and organizing plans for the movement in your own beneficial ways. Still, I just hope you don't get into any further trouble here, we're outgunned and outmanned.
'Crabby' - Cute.
You know, you're quite the interesting little critter we've managed to discover. Coming all the way from I-24, following us around the globe, landing here with us, just hope you manage to stay warm enough and out of harms way, I know there's too many people eager for a warm meal around here.
'Badger' - Cute.
You know, the tough guy persona you keep putting on doesn't match that babyface of yours, you always crumble at the first punch... Then again I suppose I am a stickler for the cheap shots, ah well. It is good to see you still.
'One-Eye' - Respected
Come to think of it, we never really talked too much, not in I-24, not in City-8 and well most certainly not now. Then again- I can't really go outside too much given my... Attractive nature that everyone seems to be drawn to. You're still a good one though, lucky that you didn't get the giant red target on your back.
The Tyrant - ???
Who the fuck are you?
Felix Poelking -
DENIAL.
You, you are an interesting one. We were one of the original few who began in the Reserve and we've been together through thick and thin. I've helped patch you up countless times and you've done the same for me. I'm glad we're free now, no longer at threat of having our collars detonated now, I've got my eye on you.
We're in this for the long run now, you know that right? Despite what we've all been through, you've got my six and I've got yours. Let's pull through this the best we can. I've got your back.
Well Well Well… Seem's a bit of a trend is going on. Myself with Plague and you with...Lucia is it? Bah, I'll remember her name eventually. Keep an eye on her Poelking. She's a good one.
Oh Felix... Even though we've only known each other for a few months, you've been through a lot. I can tell from the way you are alongside how you act. And with...Lucia's passing? I'm- I'm sorry for your loss.
You..You'r- You're coming back any day now..I'm, I'm sure of it, they can't have captured you, you're too smart for this to happen... Any day now! I'm sure!
Luca Carusso - Best Friend But...Irritating.
When Poelking first introduced me to you, I thought you were just another loud mouthed conscript destined for the suicide squad. How wrong I was, I owe you a lot Carusso, you singlehandedly secured our freedom from the Reserve. You even took us into your movement, vouching for all of us.
Thank you.
Exactly like Poelking, we're in this for the long haul. I just wish you weren't so brash, always taking the unneeded risks but...That's just you, isn't it? Besides, a rematch is in order soon.
Luca... You're many things... Brash, loud-mouthed and an addict. But, the cracks are showing. I can see it. Please, don't bottle it up, you can talk to me. I fear you may do something brash if you don't speak about it.
I'm not too sure what's happened but...You seem to be back to normal, the constant joking, the vain attempts at insults as well as bad mouthing me in Italian...Hm...Maybe I can change that.
What is your problem? The other week you were perfectly fine, now you've turned into a major asshole. What is it, hm? Jealousy? Ego? Or are you just insecure. Ugh.
'Outrider' - Respected & Admired
The leader of the movement who freed me and my squad mates from our servitude, an act I will never be able to repay you back for. Your leadership is nothing like half of the officers within the CCR, you respect your men, you admit when you're incorrect and you even own up to your errors. Apart from that, the tales you have to share are impressive, from local victories to overcoming the impossible out in the wastelands of Denver.
You, you have earned my utmost respect. You spearheaded the assault on the depot following the defeat prior, refusing to leave until every last fighter had been evacuated. You could've left them to their fate, but you didn't, a selfless act, in a selfish world.
You impress me yet again. You somehow managed to save an entire city from being culled. Another selfless feat.
We're back to square one hm? Back to being the underdogs in a foreign land, we'll rebuild, greater and stronger than we ever were before. I've got some ideas...
'Hans' - Respected & Regretful
You were there that day as well when we were ambushed, you were the one who pulled the ticking timebomb from my neck, securing my freedom. A debt that I wasn't able to repay, you were a leader of the groups that were part of the alliance that freed us, prioritizing those who need aid over yourself. Something I can respect.
I should have been there, you fell in the battle whilst freeing the prisoners. Your group now leaderless, talks were heard of disbanding. Your time wasn't up, you shouldn't have fell that way.
May you find your peace, far away from this wicked world.
'Sam' Respected But... Split.
One of the several Vortigaunts that've been liberated, from what I can tell from you, you've been free for a while. You seem to have known Apollo for a long time, you also ran to the defense of the base when those two conscripts attacked. I don't wanna get on your bad side though, you seem to... Have very graphic thoughts on what to do to those who cross you.
I wonder however, ever since I gave Cash and Apollo their marks on their arm and neck, can Vortigaunts do the same? I'll have to enquire. I've always wanted to get one of the old Celtic markings before all of this.
Turns out, my hunches were right. You managed to brand me with a tattoo, a glowing one nonetheless. Truly remarkable....Maybe my superstitions with your kind were in the wrong place. You're an interesting one, I'll have to indulge my curiousness more.
Sam... You're, you're worse than dead. You're feral. Gunned down by Delegates and resurrected into some eldritch horror... I fear if you approached me you'd maul me.. We- We'll find a way to bring you back...We have to...
You're...Back. I had a feeling you'd some how make it back but, you're not the same. You're now just a blank set of red eyes and green skin, interlinked with the rest like a puppet. I am glad to have you back but- You're not the same.
'Alys' Respected
One of those who attacked Fort L'Ecluse with Outrider and the rest, managing to...Make it back alive as well. You joined us on our attack of the transit center, managing to liberate our comrades in arms just like you had done for me. You're an interesting one to say the least, gallivanting around with Wildcard and her cell. Stay safe, ya hear me?
You know, I don't think I officially got the chance to say thank you. What, with coming along to cover me whilst I blew up that crystal, alongside stabilizing me after being hit with a canister. I owe you one, stay safe now.
You run a tight ship, that's one thing I can hold you there. You found me when I nearly froze to death, surrounded by Vasili, Bizzare and Kena. You gave me the clothes off your shoulders and let me hole up with you and Wildcard, whilst I regret not being able to help as much as I used to in the Terminal, I hope you can understand given my... Status.
ANGER.
Just like me, you were a conscript as well. Just.. You've been fighting a lot longer than I have, something I can place my respect into. Whilst we haven't talked a lot, you've been friendly on each engagement. We should try and break the ice past small talk however. You seem like you'd make good conversation.
I owe you, believe me. Dragging me back to the Tuu's hideout and giving me medicine that saved me from dying of radiation sickness? Despite your nature you have a good heart in there, always looking out for those you hold close, I... I am sorry about what happened to Samurai, if I were there I would've tried to intervene.
Well- I suppose it was inevitable. Comrades in arms as you said? Regardless, we're fighting togther now and well... I suppose I owe you my life, when I got gunned down out by De-Friz you came and carried me out, not to mention you gave me refuge at my most vulnerable.
No matter what it takes, no matter what I am going to find the rat bastards that shot you and I can guarantee you. They'll be howling and pleading before I'm done. No one should die like that, not you especially.
'Alex' Acquaintance & Impressed
The other half to Sniffy's operation. Like with Sniffy, if you weren't dealers, you'd be medicinal geniuses. Something that, whilst I don't indulge in frequently, I can respect. Just... Try to take it easy on the star dust however, it's beyond potent and I don't want to be having to clean up your mess.
'Plague' Friendly But...Pitiful However... Lovers.
Plague...What can I say. You're nothing more than someone who was exploited. You were tricked into servitude by an eldritch being known as The Tyrant, you can barely remember the events of the last few weeks, the liberation of me, the attack on Fort L'Ecluse and the attack on the Transit Center. I just...I hope there's no permanent mental scarring, whilst we've only talked once you've left a positive impression on me. If you're wanting to talk...Come and find me.
You know...Despite everything you've been through plus the short time we've spent together, you've left a good impression on me. You offered to buy me ammo without even batting an eye alongside discussing a good deal of your past with me. I've got my eye on you.
Huh, didn't think I'd expect this. Not but a month out of the reserve and something I didn't expect to happen... I found someone. You've been an absolute delight to be around, taking care of my wounds and injuries, providing me with food alongside finding a tranquil spot for us near a lake...Even when that ass tried to ransom you back. Still, an outcome I didn't expect...Hun.
Mh, it's been some time since the events of the valley... I'll admit, I was worried for when you didn't get off the boats alongside the rest of us but...You're here now, that's all that matters. Just stay safe in the city, this isn't like I-24.
'Sniffy' - Friendly & Thankful
The so called 'plug' that manages to somehow provide what you're looking for regardless of location. It's actually quite impressive. However, I think if you spent more time focusing on producing medical supplies instead of crack it'd be more beneficial...But, a chips a chip at the end of the day and you're making a profit...Hm, maybe you could teach me a few things.
You know, I didn't expect much from you apart from being a natural of making narcotics. When Plague shot that bird out of the sky, I was certain almost everyone there was ready to make a meal from it but...You weren't, like me you were wanting the bird to have another chance. How...Honorable.
Oh goodness, it's been a while since we last spoke but. You've moved up in the underground, becoming everyone's main dealer when it comes to materials or something to get fixed on, whilst I can't say I have any opinion when I sold you drugs to sell on, I can thank you for the chemicals you're able to provide. Still, I did never thank you for saving my life when that fucking grunt threw me around like a ragdoll so, thank you. Just er, stay safe.
Uwe Schulz - Acquaintance
One of the several civilians who made it out of I-24 when it got glassed. You seem to know Cash and Apollo quite well. Hmph, then again I'm confident everyone does. Try to stay out of trouble, it's not safe in this valley, between the synthetics, constant clashes between the rebels and CP's and god knows what else.
'The Archivist' - Friendly & Curious
You were originally one of the seekers, a sect of vortigaunts dedicated to educating people and taking down records of human history, a noble goal. I believe you've since joined up with our cell, given your frequent visits to our little shack. Still, I must say I was more than impressed when you were able to transfer Luca's knowledge of Russian to me with little more than a scroll of paper and your magic...Despite his state, eh. He'll recover, I feel this ritual will become useful...Very quickly.
You continue to impress me, you've imparted several languages onto me and have requested to learn Gaelic. You've also proven yourself to be a sort of.... Impartial Mediator when it comes to certain topics, especially when it comes to handling Luca. I just hope his ego subsides soon and he gets off his high horse.
'Titan' - Friendly & Respected
One of the sentinels who are...Might short, ironic with a nickname like that hah. Bad jokes aside, you're a helluva fighter, what when we fought off those CCR and OTA? Hell, even when those three hunters and strider came out to play. You did nearly bite the bullet however so I am glad I managed to bail you out just in time. Just eh.. Try not to do anything stupid, when you Vasili, Cash and Yuri got trapped by those four Elites and everything else? I'll admit, it got dicey.
Ophelie - Confused?
You're... Certainly the last person I expected to find in the sewers, I remember seeing your name on a flier when Spengler had us patrolling the slums, though I didn't expect to meet you. And to be honest? You're an enigma in of yourself. I know you knew Felix and I hope he returns one day, I have a feeling you and him were close a long time ago.
'Yuri' - Respected
Yuri, Yuri, Yuri. You're an interesting one. One of the members of the Tuu with an almost unbreakable attraction to your rifle it's eh.. Actually quite disturbing, but then again. We all are disturbed in our own ways, constantly going on suicide missions, fighting for our lives each day and not giving up till the bitter end. You've been in this game a while, I can tell. Hopefully you don't bite the bullet any time soon.
'Mabre' - Friendly
You're Luca's so called 'wife', that's certainly a relationship I didn't expect to spy but nonetheless you're one of us. Supposedly you were an arms dealer but I haven't seen you in the terminal, so you're probably still back in City-8 or somewhere else. Who knows, then again I'll expect you to show up in this frozen shithole sooner or later.
'Bizzare' - Respected
Yet another vort that's roaming free, like me. Then again from your lack of knowledge of transhuman soldiers and the combine in general, you seem to have never been caught so... You're one of the lucky ones, still you've settled into our tribe well and have provided us with assistance and vital materials. Just eh... Try not to blast Dornan.
'Grom' - Dead
One of the members of Wild's cell, a fisherman yet nonetheless vital to the cause. You've arrived with us here in the Terminal and have began collaborating and organizing plans for the movement in your own beneficial ways. Still, I just hope you don't get into any further trouble here, we're outgunned and outmanned.
'Crabby' - Cute.
You know, you're quite the interesting little critter we've managed to discover. Coming all the way from I-24, following us around the globe, landing here with us, just hope you manage to stay warm enough and out of harms way, I know there's too many people eager for a warm meal around here.
'Badger' - Cute.
You know, the tough guy persona you keep putting on doesn't match that babyface of yours, you always crumble at the first punch... Then again I suppose I am a stickler for the cheap shots, ah well. It is good to see you still.
'One-Eye' - Respected
Come to think of it, we never really talked too much, not in I-24, not in City-8 and well most certainly not now. Then again- I can't really go outside too much given my... Attractive nature that everyone seems to be drawn to. You're still a good one though, lucky that you didn't get the giant red target on your back.
The Tyrant - ???
Who the fuck are you?
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