>>42309462
Weapon- retractable forearm chainsaws
>[] The Conqueror's done...things to people I know.

>>42309762
Supplementing this weapon idea except the chainsaws should be able to detach into small, dual-wieldable chainswords. The ends of the chainswords are attached to strong fiberalloy chains so they can be swung.
Basically, Kratos' weapons. Seems fitting for a guy named Caesar.
Though, I'm going to suggest
>[] I just didn't expect to get swept up in all this and become a cyborg.
>[] The Conqueror's done...things to people I know.
>[] I want to do what's right for those people I've lost.

For personality traits, I think it'd be neat if Caesar was nerdy about the world's various cultures, has a pet parrot he's taught to swear in 14 languages and has a boner for being a hero dispensing justice onto mankind's enemies.

>>42309462
>[] I just didn't expect to get swept up in all this and become a cyborg.

As for a weapon..
>>42309762
>>42310103
Seems like a good idea, but how about just HF & futuristic gladius..es? with a launching system and aforementioned fiberalloy chains built into the pommel?

>>42310174
Maybe gladii that can spout HF chain-teeth?

>>42310212
>>42310174

Chainsaw gladius sounds good to me.

can we attach it to chains like the next post im about to reply to says too

>>42310103
Yeah, I think pushing up that Caesar is NOT the 'built for being awesome' cyborg that Isk was is the way to go. He's a bit more of a planner, is more worldly, but also gains most of his power to fight from his augments.

>>42310340
Yo shit, if we got only a single gladius, can we have a round shield as well that's also attached to a chain and has an HF-edge?

>>42310519
Fuck to the yes.

>>42310519

Alright, we'll be going with
>HF Chainsaw-Gladius-on-a-chain along with a shield.

I'm really tempted to give the shield retracting blades to basically turn it into a chakram

Angelica steps before you as Alexander returns to his work.

"Caesar...at any time, say the word and you can be off this mission. Isk..." She shakes her head. "The Conqueror isn't some ordinary terrorist. This man's lead a warpath against some of the largest scientific facilities there are. I wouldn't want a perfectly good worker to throw his life away like this."

You shake your head, trying to force a smile. "Miss, I wouldn't lose this chance. The Conqueror...we've sort of got a history."

She nods solemnly. "So I read in your file. It almost made me want to veto your augmentation...but I suppose someone angry is just what we need. Can you get angry?"

You sort of suck your lips in and glance off to the side.

"...There's a time and place for everything, I suppose. The Conqueror's been spotted on his non-ID lock jet. Judging from the trajectory, he's gunning for the MIT. You know the goal here. Bring him in dead."

The senior members nod. Tell mutters something about 'packing extra for the bastard' as he loads his quiver.

You all walk towards the hangar-bay, containing a helicopter which you board without a word. Sitting between Joan and Alexander--easily the two tallest and most physically imposing members of SAFEHAVEN's cyborgs, it's easy to feel intimidated.

Say something to break the ice. Something casual. Something /casual/.

"Y-You know, it's ironic I got the codename 'Caesar', c-cause I have this pet parrot back home named Brutus. I even taught him Latin as a first language, hehe."

Joan stretches in the silence. Oh fuck, you just bombed hard.

"Is that so..? I took Latin as an elective some time in college. Mostly for dramatic finishing words." she says, smirking.

As you approach the Boston Harbor, things seem a little easier.

>(CONT.)

No shaped charge tipped pilum? You spit on the Caesar's name

>>42311282
The chopper descends onto one of the closest roofs to the MIT building. You step out with your squadron, all of you nodding in unison and leaping from the roof at the safe time, making a simultaneous three-point landing on the ground, five even craters along the ground.

As you all walk and pre-emptively draw your weapons, you take cautious steps up to the front door. Various sounds of crashing can be heard from within. As you stop and amplify your hearing, you find some context.

"Come on, fucker! I said work! I came here because I wanted results, not a nerd to piss his pants!"

"I-I'm looking up research as fast as I can!" another voice replies, fear heavy in his manner of speaking.

"And you're supposed to be fucking smart. Go do your shit, I hear people outside. Don't try to leave this room, because no matter how fast you think you can run, I can go even faster."

A familiar figure emerges from the front doors of MIT, a red streak of paint diagonally covering his old SAFEHAVEN logo.

(Funny that he went from SAFEHAVEN to LOKUST to SAFEHAVEN to nothing for logos, eh?)

"Friends! I'm wounded you'd replace me with this sad sack of shit! I mean, come on, a little ass sword and shield compared to this Halberd? Already he's a shitty stand-in!"

"A-Actually, it's on a whip!" you pipe up in self-defense.

Iskandir smacks his forehead.

"Oh God, I can already tell this guy was in the chess club." He shakes his head before producing his Halberd.

"Let's get this over with, chumps."

>[] Attack in formation! Going in alone is pretty suicidal.
>[] You have to prove yourself! Charge in!
>[] Think back on his psych profile.
>[] Write-in.

>>42311424
>>[] Think back on his psych profile.
A smart fighter that knows his opponent and knows how to use his opponent's strengths and his weaknesses to his advantage will be the fighter that comes out alive from a battle.

>>42311472
Agreed
>>42311406
Double agreed

>>42311564
Maybe we can get that as a weapon later?

>>42311424
>[] Attack in formation! Going in alone is pretty suicidal.

>>42311814
>>42311564
>>42311472

Your mind runs back to reading Iskandir's profile on your first day as preparation.

'Exhibits a high need to 'show off', as it were. Iskandir has many exhibits of what's commonly referred to as an ''adrenaline junkie'. Also displays serious habits of what he has called 'style points', methods of finishing his missions and even daily duties in displays of spectacle.'

Okay, so, if we goad him into making cool shit happen, we can beat him during set up, right?

"Alright, we should--"

"Alexander, Caesar, two-man side-by-side shield! Joan, go in with me, and Tell, supporting fire!" shouts Leonidas, as he runs in with Joan.

"...T-That too." you mutter, getting by Alexander.

Iskandir leaps down from the steps, readying up a swing and hurling his Halberd your way, embedding it in his shield.

"Phew! G-Good thing this is--"

You suddenly notice your feet dragging against the ground dust kicking up. A glance at Iskandir shows a purplish glow emanating from his right hand.

"Magnetic upgrades! Picked this one up just last month!" he says, eager to get his weapon back and dig into his target.

"Dammit, Iskandir! He's just a kid!" Joan protests, jumping into the air and smacking him with her hammer. He stumbles slightly, rubbing his face.

"He's a kid with some of that sanguine shit I love, though." he grins and runs at you, unlodging his Halberd and jumping off your shield, turning back around to fire with his two gun-gauntlets.

You shield yourself and think on your next move.

>[] Glory-bait him! Commlink the others so they're on board!
>[] Write-in.

>>42312052
>[] Glory-bait him! Commlink the others so they're on board!

>>42312052
>[] Glory-bait him! Commlink the others so they're on board!
>[] Write-in
Rev up that chainsword, put on your game face and pretend to be like Iskandir and challenge his glory-hogging.

>>42312052
>[] Do you know how many people you've killed!?
Isk: "Do you know how many pieces of bread you've eaten?"

>>42312225
>>42312177
>>42312126

You tap your commlink silently as Iskandir gloats while continuing to fire.

"Listen, this guy is addicted to being the center of attention and doing something he thinks is cool! I say I go in for some hand-to-hand combat and play it flashy. Meanwhile, you all can rescue the hostages and help when you're done!"

"...Works for me, kid. Don't let the bastard nick you." Leonidas agrees.

You pull your shield down slightly.

"Hey, asshole! Don't you want a manly fight instead of this pussy tactic?"

Ooh, that's some money in the swear jar back home.

"Pussy tactic? Oh, says the little bitch behind a shield." He says, removing his gauntlets and tossing them to the side. You also recall his penchant to take all risks possible under his Hemoxin infection.

You bend your knees and put your shield out front, gladius slightly overhead.

"Come on, let's go!" You goad him, blashing the pommel of your gladius on your shield.

"...Oh, this is rich. Fine, I'll indulge you, kid."

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkFEEQaIvjA)

He takes out his Halberd, to which you throw out your gladius on it's chain , stabbing him where the shoulder meets the arm. He winces, nostrils flaring as he looks back at you. You retract the blade back and give a smirk just to piss him off further.

"Now you're fucking dead."

>[] Play defensive! It'll force him to get desperate.
>[] Match his ego and piss him off!
>[] Write-in.

>>42312571
>[] Match his ego and piss him off!
Desperation brings about tactics we can't foresee, but if we piss him off, he'll be a cakewalk to read.

>>42312571
>[] Match his ego and piss him off!
>[] What are you even attacking scientists and researchers for?

>>42312571
>[] Match his ego and piss him off!
>42312677 Supportin' This.

Also, what does our helmet look like, if we have one?

>>42312804
>>42312677
>>42312626

(I'm gonna pre-emtpively say it's resembling a galea without the plume.)

He comes for you, chopping downwards with his halberd, with you clashing your galius against it and thrusting upwards to get it off, stomping on his foot and stabbing his stomach with it.

"Age certainly has slowed you down!"

His eyes narrowing, he slams his halberd repeatedly against your front of your shield, screaming profanities at you while ineffectively attacking.

"We've secured Dr. Saturday and the rest of the MIT scientists. We're going down out the basement, but we'll be back for support within ten minutes! Think you can handle him!?"

"I'd rate this 'Conqueror' slightly below Napoleon, at this rate."

"I'M! NOT! FUCKING! FRENCH!" He says, slamming on the shield with each exclamation. He stops, panting slightly. In your moment of opportunity, you leap up and slam his face with the shield, stabbing him three times in the stomach and retreating slightly.

"Why are you attacking scientists anyway?" You ask.

"To kill anyone who'd develop a cyborg stronger than me, dammit! Nothing's getting in my way!"

"...You know not every scientist develops technology, right--"

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"

>[] Keep up the good work. It's throwing him off!
>[] Write-in.

>>42313340
>[] Keep up the good work. It's throwing him off!
>[] Have you considered looking for treasure at the bottom of the ocean?

>>42313340
>[] Keep up the good work. It's throwing him off!
Were you always this stupid or is it just the hemoxin?

>>42313340
>[] Have you considered looking for treasure at the bottom of the ocean?

>>42313546 That's a good one.

>>42313340
>>[] Write-in.
has anyone told you make the ugliest faces

>>42314309
>>42313583
>>42313546
>>42313377

"Have you considered looking for treasure at the bottom of the ocean? It seems to fit you."

He spins in a rough circle and swings, nearly breaking through your shield, but also sending him off balance. You bash him back with your shield and slash an 'X' into his stomach, stomping on him and giving a quick kick as well.

"So, were you always this stupid, or is just the Hemoxin?"

"SHUT YOUR ROOKIE MOUTH BEFORE I DO IT FOR YOU!"

He kicks up to his feet, sweeping your legs and tackling you down. He reaches his hands around your throat, squeezing heavily.

Not good.

As you feel the edges of your vision start to fade to black, Iskandir jerks upright, before ripping something out of his back.

An arrow.

He whips his head around, furious and practically frothing at the mouth.

"Saturday was meant to die by my hand, Tell! Can't you see that, you fucking nitwit!?"

Tell remains silent, setting several hovering arrows in front of the magnetic field of his bow.

Charging in from the left comes Alexander, running Iskandir down with his shield. He grunts and gets up, grabbing his halberd.

"Fuck it. I'm done here." He spits blood out onto you, out of spite.

Running up a build before Alexander can catch up to him, he makes it to the roof. Tell fires a spray of arrows, but Iskandir spins his halberd in response, deflecting them all.

"Welp, see you fuckers later! One failed hunt doesn't mean this is over!"

As he disappears over the horizon, you curse yourself. You figured the Hemoxin would make him only want to fight. You didn't factor in that he'd also be more likely to run if his inhibition on fear was gone.

Guess you'd have to call him a coward next time.

"Caesar...you actually stood toe to toe with Iskandir. And on your first mission. We've got a contact who'd like to speak with you back at base. Care to come back?"

>[] "Y-Yes ma'am!"
>[] "What about Dr. Saturday and the others?"
>[] Write-in.

(Sorry about the delay.)

>>42316413
>[] "What about Dr. Saturday and the others?"

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>mfw reading the past two threads after coming back from a weekend trip

Hemoxin, never fucking once.

>>42316413
>[] "I-I only did my best so you could get the hostages, ma'am."

>>42318700
>>42316580

"I-I only did my best so you could get the hostages, ma'am."

"This is Angelica, Caesar."

You rub the back of your neck, embarrassed. Yowch.

"S-sorry, I'm new."

Like it was an excuse.

"What about Dr. Saturday and the others?"

"All safe, thank God," Angelica comes through, "the others lead them out. Leonidas and Joan took them via helicopter out, while Alexander and Tell helped repel Is...the Conqueror."

You knew that that pained her to say. Hell, it pained the two of them a lot. As you read up, you felt that those two--his best friends--had to be hit hardest with the idea that they had to hold the shotgun to put down the dog, so to speak.

"I understand. Coming back to base with the others."

You all wordlessly board the chopper as it lifts off. You cast a glance at Alexander, who looks down on you from his heightened position, and cracks a smile.

"...good work, kid."

You smile back and glance out the window towards the coastline.

---

Back at base, Angelica has a headset extended out towards you. You take it and sit cautiously, waiting breathlessly to hear what has to be said.

"This is Caesar, right?"

"Y-Yes, sir!" You almost want to salute the empty air in front of you, you fucking dork.

"Good, good. This is Raiden."

Your heart practically fucking stops.

>[] Try not to shit pants
>[] Shit pants
>[] Fanboy
>[] Write-in.

>>42318997
>[] Try not to shit pants
>[] Shit pants
>[] Fanboy
>[] SUPER FANBODY MODE ACTIVATE
>[] ENGAGE PASTA FACTORY

>>42318997
>[] wat
>[] what?
>[] Wait a fuck
>[] WHAT!?
>[] OH SHIT
>[] okay son, calm down
>[] calmthefuckdown.exe has failed
>[] HOLYFUCKITSACTUALLYRAIDEN
>[] HOWDOIFEELTHISFEELIAMFEELING
>[] JESUSFUCKINGCHRISTWHAT
>[] "..pleasuretomeetyousir,whatcanIdoforyou?"

>>42319149
>>42319095

"R-Raiden? The man who took on an entire squadron of FROGs with his teeth?"

"...The same." he says, a little delayed in response.

"The man who killed Senator Armstrong and saved us from another Middle Eastern conflict?"

"...Yes."

"The man who--"

"I'm Raiden. I think we've established this."

"...pleasuretomeetyousir,whatcanidoforyou?"

"...Right. I contacted SAFEHAVEN to say that Hemoxin isn't exactly an original product of...LOKUST, was it? It was a consideration from Armstrong to use in U.S. embassies under extenuating circumstances. But, the assassination of the President had more drama to it, so that plan was used."

"I do recall something like that..."

"I also heard about Iskandir. While I'd love to help you all defeat him, I'm working on de-activating dormant Patriot backup networks. A lot of companies apparently think that reprogramming them would be a good way to start an encroaching corporate economy."

Honestly, you just like listening to his voice. It's like sex, but sex while knowing your partner threw a Metal Gear RAY in the air and slice it's arm in into bits.

"Right! So..."

"Dr. Saturday was part of a collegiate research group studying Hemoxin for Desperado and World Marshal. In case of an outbreak infecting their employees, Armstrong wanted a cure. Now, the actual prototypes were lost, but the recipes remain in the minds of the doctors."

"Alright! So, we could cure Iskandir?"

"...Could be. It could prove to be fatal, but...that was always an option, wasn't it? Anyways, the doctors needing immediate securing are Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday."

"What about Friday...?"

"Well, Friday, I'm in love."

You just blink in confusion.

"...It's a song from a while back. There's no real Dr. Friday. 'FRIDAY' was just one of their storage computers that got wiped when I took down World Marshal. Monday and Sunday don't exist because they quit WM before the project began."

"...I see. Thank you so much sir!"

(cont.)

>>42319471

"Angelica! We could have something to cure Iskandir!"

"...What?"

"Apparently, Dr. Saturday and a team of ex-Desperado scientists were working on a cure for Hemoxin! He could be saved!"

She bites her lip and looks off to the side.

"...Would he want to be saved? Could he be devastated by what he's done?" she says.

You go quiet for a moment.

"We'll locate the doctors either way. You should get more acquainted with the team. Things will only stay rockier the less you speak."

You nod.

>[] SOCIAL TIME WOO
>[] Tell
>[] Leonidas
>[] Joan
>[] Alexander

>>42319536
>[] Tell

>>42319536
>[] Alexander
Shield walls are better when we're buddies with the dudes helping us.

Speaking of, am I the only one imagining that Caesar's shield is just this little fan triangle that pops out of our arm, spirals open, and then clicks into place? Cause I think that's cool as shit.

>>42319734
As much as I view RWBY as mediocre, I personally see it like Jaune (character I hate the fucking most) and his transforming shield serve as a good basis for Caesar's shield.

Caesar's shield grows spikes and can be thrown, though. So fuck Jaune.

>>42319818
I prefer our shield. Hopefully it can get an upgrade later that lets us taze the fuck out of people with it if we don't feel like a murderous psychopath y'know, like Isk.

I'm going to be heading to bed momentarily. Promise I'll archive this before I go to bed in case the thread dies.

Until then:

be nice to Caesar
no sad/dramatic plot suggestions that upset people
dont knock anyones ice creams out of their hands

and especially

dont ask anyone if youre handsome

>>42321509
>That last spoiler

Clearly it was Joan's fault Isk went insane. She made us loose our composure and willpower.

>>42321551
>not multiple gaseous tons of Hemoxin

Seems legit.

just got here

Holy shit, Caesar is such a cute dork. And as usual we can see that OP has the absolute best taste in music.

Okay, I missed everything in Thread 4 after it turned out VI was a Les Enfant Terrible because I was swayed by the siren song of MGSV, but how the hell did we fuck up hard enough that Isk turned into the villain?

>>42324592
Isk heroic sacrificed himself to stop missiles containing the Hemoxin from infecting the world with the stuff.

He lived. He lived after being absolutely surrounded by gaseous Hemoxin, breathing it all in. It's a miracle he's still alive at all. But sanity must not have been part of that package.