>Cy-garid
>28
>Physical(Teleportation, Uncanny Strength, Super Athletic)
>Scribbled hastily on the form("I want out this fucking facility. Turn off the ionic disruptor and teleport out here, I won't fuck with the Fed's for as long as I live. I just want OUT")

>>2181098
Name-Dermot McCade
Age-26
Powers- physical- Superhuman Durability, Enhanced Reflexes, Enhanced Strength
Comments-
>"Give me my Fucking guns and let me out of this shithole"

>>2181098
>Name: Alexander Delgado
>age: 23
>Powers: mystical

>>2181098
>Alex Turner
>27
>Physical
>"A bit excessive, don't ya' think?"

>>2181098
>Fill out form:
>Chris Nelson
>24
>Physical Powers
Flip off soldiers while still gripping the pen.

>>2181244
Supporting

>>2181244
I'll back this as well.

You got your teeth and fill out the form, your head is still foggy from the drugs, you can't remember exactly what it is you do but you know you aren't like other people. You're superior.

You fill out the form and still gripping the own give the nearest soldier the bird aggressively he slightly flinches. You give the room a slow scan with your finger still held, you make sure you lock eyes with each of these men and take in their features.

You hear a chuckle and the southern man tanks the board off the table taking the own from your hand, you keep the finger up and shove it in his smiling face. He reads it over and chuckles again. "No comments needed except for that one huh? Never get tired of your kind, always gotta fight the system. Welcome to the Squad, Chris. The boys will now move you down the hall where we have some of your personal effects and your debriefing." He says

You raise an eyebrow at him and allow the finger to curl into your fist. He sighs. "Look kid, you work for the US Government now. You'll be reporting to the Squad Leader and the big boss of this whole square dance in a moment. Watch your tongue around the boss lady if you want to keep it, and don't mind the Brit. He's a little mouthy and anti-social but he's all you have now." He ends with a smirk and gestures to the men behind you and you feel the chair jerk sending burning pain through your head as it begins to slide towards the back wall along a track with you still strapped in. As the chair goes you use your free hand to feel the back of your head, you find a very sensitive part at the top of your neck with what feels like stitches. You rub your head and focus, you have abilities hut what are they?

>Roll 1d100 first three rolls will decide what powers you can choose from. [If any of the first three are repeats it's a free power and I'll need a re-roll]

[Sorry for any misspellings my phone is a bastard and I just got home from an overnight shift. After rolls the quest will resume around 2 or 3 EAT, feel free to create any sort of backstory or character description you'd like amongst yourselves.]

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2181328
Let's go for a moderately successful henchman for hire. Anytime some supervillain wants some extra muscle on a job we're the guy they call.

>>2181328
ROLL

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2181333

>>2181328
dice+1d100

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>2181336
Shit

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>>2181332
>>2181337

>>2181342
Too late to stop now.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>2181328
>Name: Alexander Delgado
>age: 23
>Powers: mystical
Rolling

Your options are:
92: Retroactive Immortality: You cannot die, at least permanently. You will wake up from any death as if it was a deep sleep, given the circumstances that you are in one piece or put back together. (You may pair this with one combat or weapon specialty such as Hand to Hand or Pistols etc)

3: Mimicry: You can perfectly replicate the voice, mannerisms, and even actions of individuals you study long enough. After a period of time you will lose the ability to mimic them perfectly until you spend time around them again.

19: Danger Intuiton: You have the ability to feel when something harmful is about to happen or any particularly strong presence that seeks to harm you. (You may pair this with a combat or weapon specialty)

>92
>3
>19

What power would you like? Keep in mind more may be unlocked later as the effects of whatever has been done to you begin to fade.

[That's all for right now, be back in a few hours. Please discuss your PC's backstory, appearance, main nemesis etc as I quite enjoy reading you brainstorm and build the story for yourselves. Thank you.]

>>2181354
The player character has already been selected. I am sorry, more than willing to maybe slip your idea in the story though. We will see where the game takes us.

>>2181358
Ahh i thought this was multiplayer thing its ok

>>2181355
>92

>>2181355
>19
Spidey sense
Immortality is shit against explosives

>>2181355
>>92

>>2181355
Gonna say 92 cause we could turn out to be some kind of frankenstein shit.

>>2181355
>Alias
We used the name "Rasputin"
>Preferred Weapon
Uzi with an extended clip and a tally on it counting our kills
>Unique Item
Dog tags that we tally our deaths with, we are on seven
>Story
A marine for a time but quickly grew to hate it when we understood really we were fighting for nothing but bankers and the elite. Thus on the side we began to sell weapons to people on the side because fuck it if the big cats can make bank so can we.
>Capture
Batman tracked down our operation and confronted us, after a fight where he found the only way to stop us was to make us bleed out and remove our arm we were captured. Bats had done his research and knew we'd come back...someday

>>2181375
Replace marine with spetsnaz and I think we have a character sheet.

>>2181383
I'd rather not be ex-military. How about a part of the Russian mob? Still have military connections, it's where we get our supplies, and still hate the elite.

We came over to finalize a deal with Penguin since some of our merch wasn't getting through only to get hit by the Bat in transit.

>>2181406
+1 to being Russia Mobster backstory, but we'd have to change his name to be consistent.

>>2181406
+1

>>2181416
Chris Nelsan was what we had on our passport and we don't know if they know the full extent of our dealings so we're sticking to our cover.

>>2181406
Russian MC always just becomes a complete stereotype. No thanks.

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>>2181460
Our boy ain't no vodka guzzling commie(he does prefer vodka when drinking though) he's a dyed in the wool professional criminal who knows the score. He knows how to interact with police, government patsies and lowlife scum and isn't to caught up on appearances, only respect and loyalty.

>>2181491
How about a second generation russian immigrant to America? Let's say our russian ancestor fought in WW1 and made a deal for immortality with Baba Yaga after being grievously wounded in battle and the curse has been transferred to us, which we only found out after being shot in the head by a taliban sniper as a US Marine. I'm just spitballing here, you guys should tell me what you think

>>2181665
Oh and our father and grandfather supposedly died in war but we actually just need to recover their dismembered body parts and put them back together to revive them to learn more about our powers

>>2181406
Maybe less hate the elite, instead with us getting discharged after getting shot in the head and surviving, but we fell in love with our work and decided to work as hired muscle for our uncle, a important king pin in the russian mafia which lead to us fighting the bat

>>2181665
>>2181684
I suppose if others want a military background I can roll with it, as long as we we're apart of the mob before getting captured.

Would prefer if our immortality was from weird science instead of a curse though. How about some lone science nut got a hold of our body after being sniped and brought us back and now we're unkillable and give of a greater electromagnetic signature do to the energies animating our flesh.

>>2181727
I like the curse angle, fits with the name rasputin

>>2181747
I just feel like there's more flavour to being a freak of science. Curses tend to be very specific and sure it could turn out ther is more to this one than immortality but tacking more on doesn't feel right to me.

Being a modern Frankenstein's monster opens up a world of weird body horror stuff while having ties to the more esoteric sciences(magic). It also means we aren't beholden to some witch on the other side of the world.

I just wanna play a frankenmobster.

>>2181756
I understand and respect your opinion but must disagree

>>2181772
Your civility on this matter is appreciated

>>2181787
I do agree on russian mob over spetznaz though

>>2181834
I'd also prefer Russian Mob but not being a Russian, I'd also prefer being called Koschei as that would reflect a more physical character as opposed to a mystical Rasputin

>>2181871
Hmmm perhaps not Russian born but a 2nd generation immigrant who is the mobs American operative?

>>2181885
I'd kinda prefer a "family's been in Gotham since before it was Gotham" kinda deal

>>2181904
One of parents was old blood in Gotham who married a Russian to cement the bonds between the organizations kinda deal?

>>2181911
Better yet Chris was the one set to marry a Russian girl to cement ties but after his apparent death that deal fell through. His resurrection put both parties in a odd spot but the business has gone well, though we weren't able to marry our dear bride.

>>2181383
But leaving as US Armed Forces makes it more accurate.

>>2181355
>19: Danger Intuiton: You have the ability to feel when something harmful is about to happen or any particularly strong presence that seeks to harm you. (You may pair this with a combat or weapon specialty)

This is my vote.

>>2181923
I like that

>>2181923
I vote this

>>2181923
>instant waifu
ehhh
I'm not even a fan of the gothamite thing, why would a kid from a wealthy family be a marine?

>>2181974
A waifu out of our reach and likely married to someone else. She's the one that got away anon, not the future.

As for being a marine I could see it as being our rebellious phase. We decide to go straight and join only to find it's no so glamorous and we're still doing a bunch of shady shit thanks to shady superiors, we find a taste for it and when we get home apologize and join in the family business.

>>2181974
I agree the marine gothamite married to a russian mafia princess is way too complicated of a backstory and doesn't fit with the super villain name

>>2181980
I'm hoping that the QM just uses this brainstorm session for inspiration rather than holding a strict vote for all the specifics just to avoid a total clusterfuck of a backstory

>>2181989
As do I anon.

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>>2181665
>Baba Gaga

We Vampire the Masquerade Bloodline now?

What should our weapon specialty be though? I'd be okay with SMGs/shotguns. It would allow us to be really aggressive and mobile, running into high risk close range situations since even if we die we just come back.

Slowly it begins to come back to you. Your power becomes clear and you remember...death. So much death. Experienced, witnessed, delivered, you sigh deeply upon remembering your last moments before waking up. You were in Gotham on business, some two bit up and comer thought he was gonna be the next big name in Gotham and so he acted out against the crime families that had dominance. You stood over your father in his hospital bed, bandages around his head and eye, tube down his throat and a missing hand. He was only an enforcer for the Bratva in Gotham but still he had been jumped, shot to bits and had his hand cut off for what? Sending a message? You feel the anger bubbling within you still as you remember finally after slaughtering tens of street thugs finding the shit that gave the order and as you pressed your submachine gun barrel to the side of his head you felt something pierce your hand. A dark metal knife, in the shape of a bat. And a dark gloved fist slamming into the side of your face.

You don't remember much after that except for waking up here. As you come back to the oresent you see another set of doors open automatically as you slide to the end of a dark oak table. At one end sits a large black woman in a dark blue suit and an American flag pin. Closer to you you can see the back of a leather chair with leather boots and black pants with buckles down the side up on the table, you also smell the stench of cigarette smoke wafting from his direction.

You feel a prick in your neck as one of the men inject you and you let out an audible.
"Ow" you reach up and touch your throat before the woman begins speaking.

"We just let you have back the function of your vocal chords, don't make me regret that. First things first I am Amanda Waller and you are now my property, understand that I take good care of my belongings as long as they work properly. I have no use for broken toys. I'm sure you have a mountain of questions but most will be explained shortly, still, I'll let you ask one question before we begin." She looks at you expectantly

>What do you want to know?

>>2182038
"Well, what the fuck is this?"

>>2182038
"Aslong as I get paid and you don't fuck me over in the end, I'm good with being the Federal Government's attack dog."
>Ask them payment details, gear, nature of work, just straight down to business.

>>2182038
What's in it for me?

>>2182038
Why don't we just skip the bullshit Q and A session and you tell me what you want?

>>2182044
Business is business, supporting this anon.

>>2182044
I don't really see how a hotheaded member of the mafia would be this okay with working with the feds

>>2182044
The mafia values loyalty and family over money, most of the time at least.

Still here OP?

>>2182144
Still here was waiting for any support of a vote. Next few minutes and I'll write based on a combo

>>2182044
Yeah, I'll support this.

>>2182147
You should have a way shorter voting period, an hour and a half is way too long

>>2182038
>What do you want to know?
"Did I manage to pull the trigger before the Bat clocked me? or at least as he did? Im going to be rather disappointed if I didn't"

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"Look, my dad always told me business is business. So that's what I'll call this, you pay me and stay straight with me I have no problem being an attack dog." You say leaning back never breaking eye contact.

"Not a question but instead a power play. Interesting. Well Chris, this isn't your first time being a tool of the United States. You enlisted in the US Army at age 18, guessing you and daddy had issues so you took off. You get hit by a near direct grenade and wake up with nothing more than some fragmentation scars in the Autopsy Lab at base. You go AWOL return home to Gotham where daddy ships you off to the motherland to train with Russian Spec Ops under the name Crevchenko Mastov. This ringing a bell?" She asks lifting an eyebrow over her wire frame glasses.

You stay silent thinking about who could have leaked this.

"You return home from your trip abroad and dad welcomes you into his little crime family as a fellow enforcer. You take a few trips to Metropolis and return to find your dad had been hospitalized. Triggering the domino chain that led here. You killed over 60 men, Chris. Batman put a batarang through your hand and that should have severed multiple tendons but instead you can not only written with that hand but give my agents vulgar gestures. We deduced you have a healing factor that activates after your body suffers enough trauma to put itself in a death like coma allowing it to heal all but the most fatal of injuries." She sets down the tablet she was reading from and looks at you.

"Normally we'd have you in the chair but that wouldn't take I think it's fair to guess. So instead we are going to use you. You may have felt the wound on your neck. Your spine is lined with 10 different microexplosives, half are designed to cripple the other to kill. Given your abilities we set the timers to sever the spinal cord and keep it from rejoining and keeping you from waking up. This man here is your squad leader and will debrief you on your first mission. Hope that was straight enough for you?" She asks before gesturing to you and turning to walk out of the meeting room. You are unstrapped and the soldiers leave as well.

You stand and stretch your legs as the person in the chair with its back to you turns around. You see a man in a black trench coat and union jack flag shirt looking at you, between his lips dangles a cigarette. You notice next the thick rings piercing his ears and the light purple color of his spiked hair.

He stands and gestures for you to follow.

"My names Manchester Black, welcome to the suicide squad. You poor git." He says before tossing the smouldering cigarette on the table.

>A Suicide Squad, what is that?
>How do we get out of here?
>Was she telling the truth about the explosives?
>Other

>>2182251
>Fuck off you British twat
Or
>What are we doing at this shitshow

>>2182251
Ask to bum a cigarette. Tell him smoking those things will kill you. Speaking of things that will kill you,
>Was she telling the truth about the explosives?

>>2182251
Hmmm..I suppose we'll have to play nice for now...Even with our immortalized healing factor, I don't like the whole "eternal sleep" by micro-explosive.

>>2182268
>What are we doing at this shit show.

>>2182251
>What are we doing at this shitshow
support

>>2182251
>What are we doing at this shitshow

"What are we even doing at this shitshow?" You ask while following Black out of a different door.

You step inside a grey hallway with tile and peeling wallpaper. Black looks at you and chuckles. "It's called the SUICIDE Squad mate, the name implies itself they send us on missions that we aren't expected to comeback. We argue, pop goes the weasel, we all have explosives shoved in our noggins and we decide we don't want to drive the truck full of explosives into some factory? We blow up and they make someone else do it. You're on my personal team of misfits pal, currently consisting of some chap named Doctor Light and a woman going by Plastique. Real group of winners." He pulls another cigarette from his coat and lights up

>Doctor Light? What's his deal?
>Plastique? What's she offer?
>What is it you can do even?
>What's this current mission then?
>Other

>>2182320
>Who the fuck are they

>>2182320
>What is it you can do even?
>What's this current mission then?

>>2182320
>who the fuck are they
>ask for a cigarette

>>2182320
>Guessing Plastique's got an explosive personality then?
>What's Light do?
>Side note: what brand are those smokes?

>>2182320
>When your Black Ops group consists of primarily JLA level threats and a guy that keeps walking off the Joker's gags in a turf war.

>>2182320
>Other
If they provide you with the Smokes can I get a beer or something? Also what are we getting out of this again? So far its "we were going to kill you now do this mission where you die...or we kill you" thats not a lot of leverage you know

>>2182379
Presumably they won't be as cooperative if we make them kill us repeatedly.

"And who the fuck are they?" You ask stealing a glance at his cigarettes the pack is white and red and has the word 'Morley's' across the front.

You walk silently as he opens two old doors to a common room with a busted TV, pool table with snapped sticks and almost all couches or chairs torn or covered in holes. The smell is not that great either.

"Your new teammates are who they are, bloke can control light to an extent and the lady blows shit up. She's a bit of a looker too. Any more questions to bore me with or is it time for the tour?"

>What can you do?
>Can I get a cigarette?
>Is there any way out of here for us?
>Other

>>2182395
>"Just give me the tour and lets be done with this already"

>>2182395
>What can you do?
>Is there any way out of here for us?

>>2182443
This.

Hey OP, how much do we know about our power? How many times have we died?

>>2182395
>Can I get a cigarette?

>>2182395
>1
Aquire Smoke
>2
"So what can you do Purps?" (he doe shave the purple hair right?)
>3
"Done this before? Any way outta here?"

>>2182395
>>What can you do?
>>Can I get a cigarette?
After that we have all we need to get the job done and get out of this. Our boy should be a little confident that he can survive a suicide mission, what with being immortal.

"So what is it you can do? No offence but a guy with purple hair doesn't intimidate me that much." You say smiling

He frown and you watch his eyes turn a pale yellow as dark green energy begins to seep from his sockets. You feel yourself lift off the ground, you begin to kick and reach out for anything you can grab. He holds you for a few seconds before dropping you the few feet and putting a hand to his head.

"Mind over matter, mate. I used to be a lot stronger, gave the man of steel himself a stroke. Now that was a laugh until he gave me a series of concussions that still have my powers on the mend." He scowls

"So wait, if you're strong enough to take on superman for even a couple seconds we could get out right?" You ask

Black shakes his head. "Not happening kid, my power comes from a growth in my brain. They've got the good bits floating around in a jar somewhere. Left me with enough to be useful to them." He spits out the butt if the cigarette and pulls another from the crumpled pack. You extend a hand and raise an eyebrow.

Black looks at your hand and laughs storing the pack and pointing at the half smoked cigarette he had tossed down. "There's one on the floor right there mate. Train up and sleep well, our mission is in a week. Team meeting is tomorrow morning by the way, don't be late." He walks off puffing the cigarette. "I assume you can give yourself the tour, turning you into Mary Poppins left me feeling light headed."

You watch him walk down the hall at the far end of the room and after a few moments you see him pull open a door and close it behind him. A few moments later you hear the muffled sounds of intense music.

You stand alone in the common room, you see a few signs written in marker, some carved into the wall.

Where do you go?
>Go get yourself a bedroom
>Go to the training room
>Head to the kitchen
>Head to the showers
>Look for anyone else
>Other

>>2182588
>Head to the kitchen
Gotta eat to live, right?

>>2182588
>Go to the training room
Let's see what we can do

>>2182588
>Go to the training room

You might wanna have some more action in the first thread to really grab some attention OP

>>2182588
>Look for anyone else.
Time for introductions!

Hearing Black mention bits of his brain missing has you nervous if they messed with your at all. You head to the training room and are surprised to see it near spotless, a small cigarette but lies on the shooting range table.

The range is currently occupied by bottles and some baseballs, you see a small keypad with a variety of pictures on the keys. Which do you press?

>The Picture of a fist
>The Picture of a rifle
>The Picture of a handgun
>The Picture of the sword
>The Picture of the Staff
>The Picture with a skull that has a hand drawn red X on it

>>2182757
>The Picture with a skull that has a hand drawn red X on it

>>2182757
>The Picture of a rifle

>>2182757
>The picture with a skull that has a hand drawn red X on it

A small gate at the end of the range counter swings open as you hit the button depicting a skull and red X.

"Please, enter the training area." Says a voice

You notice the voice is the same as Waller's

What's the worst that could happen? Death? You shrug and enter as the targets in the range begin to fold and lower and raise into the floor and ceiling.

"You have selected to take the Squad Leader test. You are the SECOND participant in the program to do so." The voice sounds automated now and you watch as a clear tube rises from the center of the room.

"In order to become a Squad Leader you must prove to be more capable than another leader and take their place. This will be done through combat." Back to Waller's voice, this thing is giving you goosebumps.

A stand emerges from the floor infront of you holding a handgun, a knife, and some boxing tape.

"Select a weapon for this test, your opponent will be given the same. If you wish to back out simply state Alpha."

>Take the gun
>Take the Knife
>Take the boxing tape
>"Alpha"

>>2182864
>>Take the gun

>>2182864
>Take the Knife
More finese and precision brutally cutting up your opponent up close and personal before he could even fire off a shot

>>2182864
>Take the gun

>>2182864
>Take the gun

>>2182883
woah woah, nothin personell kid

You take the gun, it's in pristine condition. The slide rack is polished to a mirror sheen. You check the magazine, it's loaded and combat ready.

You hear the voice again. "Select the Squad Leader you wish to challenge."

A small podium rises and you are offered a list of names. You finger hovers over the screen as names flicker onto it.

>Floyd Lawton (ON: Deadshot)
>Manchester Black (ON: N/A)
>Dorance (ON: Bane)
>Jason Todd (ON: Red Hood)
>Ivan Gort (ON: Stalnoivolk)
>Say Alpha

>>2182983
>>Dorance (ON: Bane)

>>2182988
Same

>>2182983
>Dorance (ON: Bane)

>>2182983
>Say Alpha
I know we won’t die completely but this will still hurt, and we’ll look like idiots once we get our asses kicked

>>2182983
>Dorance (ON: Bane)

whats a Mexican luchadore gonna do against a gun?

>>2182983
>Dorance (ON: Bane)
Are we a big guy?

>>2183004
4U

>>2182983
>>Jason Todd (ON: Red Hood)

This seems like the most beatable foe.

>>2183013
He's Bat-Trained

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You examine the list, you've seen a few of these names before but one that's more familiar than most is Bane. The man who broke Batman, from what you've heard he only fights hand to hand so a Gun is going to be useful.

You tap his name and the voice speaks.

"Bane has been selected." It speaks

You hear a rushing of air as the tube becomes reflective showing you only yourself and another shape behind you. You turn and see a brunette woman in an old army jacket holding a beer.

"No no, pretend I'm not even here. I just came to watch." She smiles and sips from the beer.

You wait a few minutes antsy as the room stays silent besides the rushing air. After about ten minutes it stops and the tube becomes clear and in it stands a monster of a man. He wears a Lucha mask and a tight black tank top a pair of black cargo pants. It seems like the eyes of his mask glow res as he stares you down, small tubes of green liquid being fed into the back of his neck from devices on his wrists. You've seen his picture in the news. This is Bane.

The tube opens and he steps out silently staring before pulling the pistol from his pocket. You watch as he ejects the magazine and puts both hands on the gun, you see his wrist device light up as the liquid in the tubes begin to bubble. His already impressive muscles swell in size and large green veins begin to form as he slowly crushes the gun into a ball of metal.

"Te romperé." He grumbles as he begins walking towards you.

>Go for a headshot
>Mag dump into his body
>Shoot for the wrist devices
>Shout Alpha
>Other

>>2183061
>Shoot for the wrist devices

>>2183061
>Aim for wrists

>>2183061
>Shoot for the wrist devices
yell across to him "Me gusta tu máscara"

>>2183083
>>Shoot for the wrist devices
>yell across to him "Me gusta tu máscara"
Alpha would probably be the smart move, but we're far past being smart, let's be deadly instead.
Far more intereseted in putting down the guy that broke the bat than in being a Squad Leader though.
Unless there are perks.
We gotta ask about perks. And pay.

Honestly my only idea to kill fucking bane is to try trashing his stuff. OR on the chance he gets us let him kill us then when he back is turned put one through the back of his skull

>>2183061
>Shoot for the wrist devices
"Get off the gas Amigo. its bad for your health."

I need 1d100, I'll take the highest roll within 20 minutes. 1 overrides all rolls except a 100.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2183139
"Chinga tu madre!"

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>2183139
Let’s see how it goes

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2183139
somebody call for a nat 1?

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>2183139
Check my 100

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Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>2183143
>>2183141
Great start....

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>2183139
Chupa mis huevos, pendejo

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>2183139
Step back plebs

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2183139
Already used my nat 1 up in another thread.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

What a lovely day for a dice roll

>78 aint a bad start

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>2183139

>>2183170
>>2183171
Tempted to give you a reward for that stroke of coincidence.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2183139
Probably too late to matter, but for fun.

>>2183176
I'm tempted to accept

You dig in your mind for the spanish lessons at Gotham high school and muster up the best you can. "tu pene es pequeño" you shout as you take aim

You hear beer being spit out behind you and even Bane stops for a split second tilting his head. You take that break as your opportunity for a well placed shot at his wrist. You hear a hiss and the green fluid begins spraying at high pressure as Bane takes a step back. He screams out in rage before going into a full charge at you. You take another shot at the wrist and watch as it sprays more green liquid. Bane's muscles decrease in size slightly but he is still more than powerful enough to spear you to the ground and slap the gun from your hand.

"Voy a arrancar esa lengua" he growls as he picks you up by the throat and chucks you across the room. You hit the wall and feel a few things crack at least as you slide down and hit the floor. Your head is exploding with pain as Bane begins to approach you again.

>Go for your gun across the room
>Fight him hand to hand
>Yell alpha
>Ask the woman for help
>Other

>>2183186
I'll let you have both Venom Gauntlets in one action, now he's just a non-drug fueled Bane. Good Luck.

>>2183202
>Go for your gun across the room

>>2183202
>Go for your gun across the room

>>2183202
>Go for your gun across the room
Prioritize avoiding Bane over getting the gun quickly.

>>2183202
>Go for your gun across the room
Dodging is the priority he's wasting fluid as he goes and the muscle mass is dropping...

>>2183202
>Go for the gun
We should pretend like we're charging up an ability then dodge bane's punch

You scramble to stand and begin moving for your gun which is further along the wall. As you run you see Bane break into anither sprint. If he hits you with this one you'll be caught between him and an iron wall so you haul ass.

Time seems to be going by slowly as your heavy breath and the sound of your blood rushing reaches your ears. You see the hulking shape in your peripheral and as you turn your head see he has stopped advancing instead to leap into the air, his feet coming up and flying towards you as he aims a missile dropkick for your head. You feel your blood rush, your next intake of breath seems to last forever and you swear he's moving in slow motion as you only have to duck and time seems to catch back up as you hear a dull thunk and see the foot shaped dent left in the wall. [You have unlocked brief FTE Movement, given you are not too exhausted you can move faster than the eye can perceive in a very short burst of action.]

You slide across the floor fumbling to get the gun as you stand and point it at the Luchadore. The thick green veins fade slowly and the spurting of green liquid slows to a trickle as Bane stands breathing ragged.
"You flee like a scared animal, cobarde. Put down the toy and settle this like a man." He says through a thick accent as he cracks his knuckles. His bicep is still as large as yiur head but he doesn't seem supercharged anymore.

>"How about we call it a draw?"
>Drop the gun
>Go for a headshot
>Shoot out a knee
>"Alpha"
>Other

>>2183240
>Go for a headshot
there ain't no ref here luchador

>>2183240
>Go for a headshot
"Given i'm not afraid to say your at least twice the man I am going by that bicep, that sounds like a really bad idea."

>>2183240
"I'll settle this like a man. A man with a gun pointed at a rabid dog."
>Go for a headshot

>>2183249
support

>>2183240
>Go for a headshot
Uh... no.

>>2183240
>Go for a headshot
"And you bluff like a bad card sharp. Let's see if you fold like one."

"Sorry Amigo, No refs in this wrestling match." You state and you squeeze the trigger and let a shot off right at his forehead. The bullet connects and he hits the ground, you take a moment to examine the body. No blood pooling, No mist when you hit him, you hold your gun level at him when you hear a voice.

"Hey buddy, the mask is bulletproof you probably put him out but not down." Says the female behind you, her eyebrows raised in surprised.

You see in the doorway behind her Manchester, he leans on the entry way shaking his head.
"Great job, lad. You took down the brute, Waller will talk with you after our next mission about a promotion if you want one." He shakes his head and spits on the floor. "Knew you were trouble before I even saw you. Leave him here they'll wake the sleeping giant and take him back to his cell. I need to speak with you."

>"I don't think so, I'm ending him here."
>"Let's go talk then. Hope he stays asleep a bit longer."
>"We can talk here."
>"You don't give me orders, Black"
>Other

>>2183296
>"Let's go talk then. Hope he stays asleep a bit longer."

>>2183296
>"Let's go talk then. Hope he stays asleep a bit longer."

>>2183296
>"Sure thing, let's go talk then. Maybe we could find me a beer."
Flash that girl a smile as we accompany MB.

Our position is a little new to settle into pointless murder and antagonism. So far. anyway.

"Then lets talk, maybe find a beer myself." You say giving the woman a smile. You set the gun on the counter and head out of the room.

You swing into the kitchen with Manchester and you see the pale yellow I'm his eyes return as he shuts the door behind the two of you. You give him a look before pulling two cold beers out of the fridge and setting one down for him and popping the top on the other.

Manchester takes his and sets it against his temple.

"You're already making too many waves mate." He says

You take a swig of the cheap beer and squint

"You do not want the attention being a Squad Leader brings you. It gets you in contact with Waller and when they do that they get their bollocks chopped. You understand me? She will clip your wings and your little dream of getting out disappears." He says, you notice his eyes are still pale yellow.

>Are you saying you know I way I could get out?
>You worried about competition, mate?
>Closer I get to Waller better chance I have of killing her
>Other

>>2183350
>Other
"All right..." swig the beer, "Excuse me im gonna go have dead shot kill me to bring my score back down...Good chance to get more info too"
>Are you saying you know I way I could get out?

>>2183350
>Damn, I just wanted to blow off some steam, and here we are having the big boy talk. Thanks for the advice.
>Are you saying you know I way I could get out?

>>2183377
support

>>2183377
Further support

>>2183377
This

"Damn Black, I just wanted to blow off some steam and here you are giving me a big boy talk. I appreciate it." You say sipping the beer.

Manchester scowls and you see blood start to drip from his nose, you guess something is up so you jump to the point.
"Do you know some way I could get out of this Suicide Squad they've stuck us in?" You ask

Manchester nods, the blood flowing more freely. "I know someone, a guy who said he could get our bombs off." He struggles through each word as the blood pours, you hear a dull beeping you swear is coming from Manchester. His eyes begin to fade back to normal and he mumbles.
"Had to, disable the cameras and mics in our bombs. My room please." As his eyes revert to normal completely and he collapses onto the floor forming a small puddle of blood beneath his face.

>Leave him in the kitchen and head to your own room
>Haul him to his bed
>Try and wake him
>Other

>>2183426
haul him to his bed, we are not a turbo asshole

>>2183426
>Haul him to his bed
Looks like he went through some trouble for us. We oughtn't to let a favor go unrepaid.

>>2183426
>Haul him to his bed

>>2183426
>>Haul him to his bed
He seems to be looking out for us, for his own reasons, as well as maybe having a line on getting out of here and, on top of that, the man said "please."
Flipping off our captors, or anyone in authority, and murdering south american wrestlers is one thing.
Ignoring polite manners is another thing altogether.

You struggle to lift Manchester's gangly limp body, after putting him in a half fireman's carry half drag you get him out of the kitchen and back to his bedroom.

You wade through ankle deep garbage of beer cans, Morley cigarette butts and packs and discarded lighters before tossing him onto a bed that was sloppily painted with the same Union Jack he wore on his shirt. His walls are bare besides a few holes and a single lopsided shelf with a speaker and Cassette Deck. His small dresser has one framed picture on the top of it, a much younger Manchester with Green instead of purple hair. He looks like he's at a soccer game with a girl, they even have matching jerseys. You can't help but smile a bit at how happy the two look, what happened that ended him up here?

You exit his room and take a look at a clock on the wall, 11:35pm they made sure to bring you in late for some reason. You go to the next door and open it slowly, you hear snoring and a man lies wrapped in a white blanket on his mattress. You slowly close the door, eyeing what looks to be a set of armor in the corner. You go to the next room and reach for the knob before hearing a woman shout. "I wouldn't open that." You look at the brunette down the hall as she approaches and opens the door a few inches. She slides a hand in and a few moments later swings the door just open enough to slip in before she takes a long piece of string and ties it to the knob, closing the door. "Goodnight new guy, good job with Mr.Machismo by the way." You hear her say.

You yawn and try the last door on this side of the hallway, it cracks open and you look inside seeing nobody. Stepping in you notice what looks to be your old army pack and your luggage from the airport lying on a cheap bed. Jutting out of your suitcase is the same metal bat you had embedded in your hand. You pluck it from the cheap suit case and turn it around in your fingers before setting it on the small dresser and unpacking your clothes. At the bottom of your Army Pack you find a picture they must have left of you and your squadron. You miss those days in a way, simpler times than whatever the hell this is. You crawl into bed, pull the thon scratchy blanket over your body and lie your head on the mildew reeking pillow. Tomorrow is the team meeting.


That's the quest for right now, it will resume in a few hours [2 or 3 EST] Thank you all for participating, comments or suggestions on the quest are great. I applaud your imaginations with the background and if you'd all like to plot Chris' future goals feel free until we resume. Thank you.

>>2183561
Does Chris know that the severed hand is what's keeping his dad from reviving? That'd be a good mission, tracking down that hand.

>>2183730
mutant powers are not always transferred the same through genetics, we were extremely lucky when ours triggered when they did, some can stay dormant forever. Not related to this universe but take dead pool for example, it days of never ending torture and horrible experiments for it to finally trigger.

>>2184087
Well we're not really a mutant, our powers are from a family curse

>>2184126
On that note what's the actual downside of the curse? There has to be something.

>>2184144
I'd think it doesn't shut off pain... yeah you die but you keep feeling everything that kills you. Drowning too I'd think would be a near-permanent solution. Anything that can kill you and keep you in a "constant state of death".

Kind of like how the Punish had that particle accelerator under his apartment, so mobsters would feel their atoms being torn apart forever.

>>2184262
We should just take tons of painkillers like all the time it completely nullifies the side effects of the curse and we don't have to worry about OD-ing because we'd just wake up a day later completely fine

>>2184383
or lock us in a permanent state of ODing for a few years until someone rescues us

>>2184262
That seems like a pretty tame trade-off for actual immortality

No thread today then?

You wake up to the sound of banging on yiur thin door. You sit up in the bed, coated in cold sweat. You spent the night dreaming about the man who put your father in that bed. You need to find him.

You get up and change into your old military clothes, a pair of desert camo cargo pants and a tan t-shirt. You lace up your boots and head out the door. You walk into the common room and see a man you only saw briefly. His dark hair is covered by a helmet and he wears the suit of armor you saw the other night, polished white with a glowing yellow orb in the center. He sits there hand flexing and you watch as a lamp in the corner flickers on and off. That must be Doctor Light.

You notice Plastique examining a bundle of wiring and sipping another beer.

Manchester is absent at the moment.

>Introduce yourself to Doctor Light
>Just wait for the meeting to start
>Go talk to Plastique
>Other

>>2184513
>Introduce yourself to Doctor Light

>>2184513
>Introduce yourself to Doctor Light
Wonder if we should invest in sunglasses.

>>2184513
>Other
So light are you limited on the spectrum with that stuff? like can you just nuke someone with UV until they die of cancer?

>>2184513
>Introduce yourself to Doctor Light

>>2184383
Eeeeh, that's another thing. I'd be worried about a Misfits Cheese Man scenario. Like trapped forever in a comatose state... immortal and in a stroke. ODing would be the least of our worries.

>>2184513
Also, isn't Doc Light a convicted rapist?

>Go talk to Plastique

You approach Light and watch as the light fades completely from the lamp and an orb on his hand begins to flow faintly.

"Doctor Light I'm guessing?" You say extending a hand

He looks at the hand and leaves you hanging as he nods. "That would be me. And you would be the amateur Lucha?" He asks, his eyes slowly scanning you

You only nod in return as he cracks a small smile. "Always thought muscle was overrated, brain over brawn has been the recipe for success as far back as history dates." He smirks and notices you staring at the glowing bulb on his hand. He lifts it and an eyebrow.

"I was just wondering what you could do, like if you control light does that include UV or just visible soectrum?" You ask almost embarrassed. Light smiles wider "Finally a question that is not idiotic. I can control all visible light my boy, including light produced magically or even with alien technology. You haven't had a good laugh until you've made a green lantern punch themselves with their own moronic green fist." He sets himself into a small laughing fit and you hear the clicks of a lighter.

"Done with the tea party darlings?" Asks Manchester as he walks into the room, you notice he hasn't changed his outfit besides a fresh Union Jack shirt. Light scowls and you watch as the light bulb above Manchester flickers. "Knock it off Light before I send that bulb flying into your gob. We have a debriefing to go over." He says scowling through a wispy cloud of smoke.

The flickering stops and Manchester pulls a stack of files from his jacket. He tosses one down in front of each of you.

"This is a recovery mission, we are infiltrating a known Hero location to download information from their main computer." He says

You open the folder and see an aerial view of what looks to be like some large island.

"What is the target?" Light asks

Manchester takes another long drag and rubs his forehead.

"One of the Teen Titan's Towers. Specifically Titan Tower Japan." He says taking another drag. Light throws down the file and Plastique begins chuckling to herself.

>You can't be serious
>I look forward to the challenge
>Are we allowed to kill?
>Other

>>2184805
What do we know about those heroes?

>>2184805
>other
"Great, can't wait to piss every single titan off at once."

>>2184805
>Are we allowed to kill?

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>>2184383
>We should just take tons of painkillers like all the time
Great idea.
Excellent plan.
Absolutely no downside.

>>2184401
>That seems like a pretty tame trade-off for actual immortality
Well, some of your more classic Gypsy curses tend to take the long view. Sure, immortality sounds nice even with the pain, for the first 50 years.
Eternal immortality without eternal youth is hell. Imagine aging, rotting, and decaying forever with no opportunity for a release.

>>2184863
I didn't say it was the best idea in the fucking world it's AN idea, if you have a better one say it

>>2184862
>>Are we allowed to kill?
This

Sigh. "Okay, if we're doing this, what sort of limitations do we have?
Is Waller tying our hands or can we kill?
I'd rather not piss off a small army of teen heroes, but getting my ass stomped because we're playing nice sounds shit too."

>>2184871
>if you have a better one say it
Not get killed in the first place?
Let the other guy do the dying.

>>2184891
OUR POWER IS TO COME BACK FROM THE DEAD THAT IS IT. IT'S REGULAR HUMAN REGENERATION UNTIL WE DIE

>>2184891
WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING A POWRER WE DON'T USE. SUPERMAN NEVER WENT "oh boy my skin can't get broken better not get shot"

>>2184901
Dude. Relax. You're wrong anyway. We regenerated our hand wound from Batman without dying.

>>2184901
>>2184891

Your power works in this way.

When you suffer enough damage that you would die normally, instead your body will put you in a comatose state while it heals the injuries and restores you to normal condition. Depending on the caliber of injury it will take longer to heal.

Bullet/Stab wounds usually take about a day
Having an arm lobbed off or being blown up requires all body parts to be together and usually takes a week or longer to reform.

If you sustain injuries and don't die you will heal at an accelerated rate. You feel pain, you age normally, and you are still susceptible to disease, poison and biological weapons as far as you know.

Hope that cleared some things up.

>>2184901
Right, so risky situations are less so to us.
Heroes and villains have Power and Skills.
Focus on the second half of that.

Planning on dying is planning for failure, which is stupider than regular planning.
Not having to worry about death being a permanent threat is still an advantage.

Also, see: >>2183240
>[You have unlocked brief FTE Movement, given you are not too exhausted you can move faster than the eye can perceive in a very short burst of action.]

>>2184908
>SUPERMAN NEVER WENT "oh boy my skin can't get broken better not get shot"
Yeah, he does block attack sometimes. But you're being silly anyway.

>>2184928
Thanks for the clarification, QM.

Sounds like useful powers for a merc.

"So are we allowed to kill these Titans?" You ask

Everyone looks at you with some surprise.

"Well well, the kid is quite the reaper." Says Light

You ignore the comment and ask again. "Does Waller have a problem with us putting anyone down or not?" You ask more aggressively

Manchester locks eyes with you. "Not if we can avoid it, we aren't going to the Tower to purge it and bring the Justice League down on our heads. We want to get in, knock out anyone who spots us and download the information from their supercomputer onto this flash drive." He holds a small USB Stick. "It's programmed to find whatever Intel Waller wants and download it, we just have to stick it in and wait."

Plastique speaks up. "So why were we selected?" She asks

Manchester points at her. "You can produce your explosive force to blow out any locks and get us in. Light can conceal himself with his suit and the new guy and I are on defense duty. I'll be going in for surgery later to get some bits of brain added back. Waller said we may need the extra juice. Don't underestimate these kids." He states

>Who can we expect to be there
>Why not just take the computer with us?
>What do you mean by defense duty?
>Other

>>2185047
>>Who can we expect to be there

>>2185047
>What do you mean by defense duty?
"Am i expected to be a potential bullet sponge because of my abilities? or something else?"

>>2185047
>"Yeah, I got it. Anymore sage advice?"

>>2185047
>Who can we expect to be there

"Who's gonna be there, I'm not keen on the idea of running into someone like Cyborg." You say

Manchester shakes his head. "From Waller's Intel there won't be any main event stars there, she assured me most of them would be occupied out in the ocean but she also mentioned the leader of Titans Japan, at least for right now, is definitely going to be in the Tower. Lad going by the name Arsenal, uses a bow and arrow. We should be able to handle him kid, but there could be other stragglers too." He says

Doctor Light scoffs and stands up. "I've battled the titans enough in this lifetime. I'll be damned if I'm jumping into the hornets nest and kicking it from the inside." You notice the lights all around beginning to flicker

"Well then enjoy your head being in tiny pieces all over the floor mate, try not to get any of that big brain on my boots." Spits Manchester as he lets out a stream of smoke.

>He's right, Black. There has to be a better way to do this than going straight in.
>Lay off Light, Manchester is the squad leader so he calls the shots
>Other

>>2185197
>He's right, Black. There has to be a better way to do this than going straight in.

>>2185197
Why don't black and I draw them out while plastique and light retrieve the data from an empty tower?

>>2185197
>>2185268
>"He's got a point, Black. There has to be a better way to do this than going straight in.
"Why don't Black and I draw them out while plastique and light retrieve the data from an empty tower?"

Honestly, I see flaws in this plan too, but we'd need more info than we'll get to plan it right.
Still worth discussing.

You let loose a frustrated sigh and watch as Plastique rolls her eyes.

"Look Black. Light has a point, couldn't you and I cause trouble outside or at the base of the Tower to draw anyone out while Light and Plastique slip in and out before they realize?" You offer

Black let's out a bark of laughter.
"You're kidding, and draw every straggler in the base out to us? That's to say they send the entire garrison of their tower for two men causing a bit of a fuss? You're bloody delusional mate, at best we'll have way more super powered tweens on us than we can take and Waller pops our heads for being thick enough to get captured or at worst they send two people out and then send a distress call out to their big brothers at Watchtower when we beat their friends or do worse." Black' s neck veins bulge as he yells this and he stops putting his fingers on the bridge of his nose.

Manchester sighs, "Fine mate. You beat the Lucha, you're anxious to be a Squad Leader. So make a call, but don't expect me to stick around if it goes belly up."

>We will all breach and sneak through the Tower together.
>Black and I will attract attention out front, Light and Plastique will go in alone
>Well I actually have an entirely new idea... (describe your new strategy)

>>2185500
>We will all breach and sneak through the Tower together.

>>2185500
>We will all breach and sneak through the Tower together.

Our power kinda sucks when we're up against heroes. They'll rarely ever even try to kill us. Unless we have more powers like that quick movement one.

>>2185500
>We will all breach and sneak through the Tower together.
>Well I actually have an entirely new idea... (describe your new strategy)
Simple plan, we infiltrate having Light here blend us in then we have Plastique here do any needed demo work. However if i might suggest we have light here create some diversions on the outside to set off censors drawing most of them away while we do the download. They will be preoccupied.

>>2185700
What we can do if force a hand, such as a kamakazi attack, so long as they can pick us up afterwards or put us back together we'll be fine

>>2185700
Yeah we didn't really pick the best combat power so we'll have to think on our feet in fights. Maybe Mimicry would've have been a good option?

>>2186207
Spidey sense
We could have picked spidey sense

>>2185500
>>We will all breach and sneak through the Tower together.

>>2185868
>we have light here create some diversions on the outside to set off censors drawing most of them away while we do the download. They will be preoccupied.
This is a good idea if we are about to get caught.
But a distraction before detection sort of negates the point of sneaky infiltration.

>>2185700
>Our power kinda sucks when we're up against heroes. They'll rarely ever even try to kill us.
This is true.
I would hope Waller puts us against more than just the good guys.

>>2186207
>Mimicry
>>2186590
>We could have picked spidey sense
Coulda woulda shoulda
Immortality is useful too.
And, on a meta note, it might encourage braver rhan average choices from the players
Well, we'll see.

>>2185500
>>Well I actually have an entirely new idea... (describe your new strategy)

How about causing some kind of disaster so they have to stage a rescue operation? That would get everyone in the tower out there but wouldn't be enough for them to call for backup, as long as we don't go overboard. Make it look like an accident so they don't get suspicious till after we're gone.

"We're all breaching the tower together. Stick to the original plan." You say
Manchester chuckles, "Exactly what I thought. All of you study up on the files and get in good shape. I'm due to be reverse lobotomized." He says walking towards the main doors and leaving you all alone with your files.

Plastique grabs hers and stands heading for the kitchen, Light grumbles and shoved his under his arm heading back to his room.

>Go with Plastique
>Go with Light
>Study your file alone
>Other

>>2187338
>Go with Plastique

>>2187338
>>Go with Plastique
She's the only one who isn't a moody prick.

>>2187338
>Study your file alone
Get in the Zone

You decide to head to the kitchen and spend time with someone who isn't moody. Making your way to the kitchen you open the door to see Plastique sitting at the table with an open bottle of cheap Whiskey and a small plastic cup. She spots you and gives you a small nod.

You take this as an invitation and pull up a chair, and grab yourself a cup from the cabinet.
She pours you a generous portion and raises her cup before downing it. You take a full and let the burn work it's way down your throat and into your stomach. "So, come in here to talk about the mission or something else?" She asks

>Just wanted to go over the mission
>Wanted to talk to you privately
>Was just looking for a drinking partner
>Other

>>2187619
>Just wanted to go over the mission with someone who isn't a total buzzkill

>>2187627
This

>>2187627
Backing this.

You laugh and reply, "I was just hoping to go over things with someone who isn't a complete buzzkill. Both those guys are a little drama heavy." You take another sip of the burning liquor. Plastique laughs quietly and fills her cup back up. "I prefer to stay too drunk to feel drama. I mean can you really blame them, this is a shit situation."

She sighs and opens her folder.
"It says the easiest way to get to their main computer is through the common area, the have a small balcony that looks out over the ocean and fortunately they went for style of practicality. Wooden doors are easy enough for me to pop the knobs off without making too much noise. Light can then chameleon up with me and we go to the server room while you and Johnny Rotten keep any kids from noticing us until we are done." She takes another long draft from her cup. She seems to laugh to herself before continuing. "My personal objective once we get the Intel is for me to stau behind and blow up the server while you take off." She polishes off her cup and stares at the file with glasses over eyes.

You think back to the conversation you just had with Manchester. "But Black said anyone stays behind or risks capture they get their heads taken off." You state. She nods. "We can't let them know what we downloaded so we have to take it out."

>Sacrifices have to be made. I suppose.
>Couldn't Black or Light stay behind?
>What if I took it out and took you with us?
>Other

>>2187756
Fuck that, we're a squad. We'll all get out of there together.

>>2187756
>Other
If the assholes that sent us on this mission don't care enough to cover their digital tracks, doesn't that mean it doesn't matter enough for us to stick our necks our for it either? Where'd you get the idea we can't let them know what we downloaded?

>>2187756
>>Other
Can't she leave a timed charge on it or something?

>>2187783
>>2187786
>"Fuck that, we're a squad. We'll all get out of there together. Can't you leave a timed charge on it or something?"
Pretty much sums up my opinion.

"Fuck that." You state bluntly, she looks at you a little confused. "We're a Squad right? That means we all get out together, can you not leave a timed charge?"

She smiles and places a hand on your arm. "That's sweet. But we have to be sure the entire computer is destroyed, I can only be positive if I stay behind." Her eyes glisten a little as she quickly looks away and takes another deep drink of the fire water. "Who even told you that you have to stay behind?" You ask. She turns the file towards you and gets to work pouring anither cup.

You look over the file and see a small boxed section containing text.
"Your personal objective for this operation is to ensure the destruction of the Titan Computer to ensure that the files we located are not known. Failure to do so will result in consequences, we thank you for your service and ensure your next of kin will be well rewarded."

You stare at the file before opening your own to the same page. A small boxed section of text reads.
"Your personal objective is the surveillance of your Squad Leader: Manchester Black as well as your squad entirely. Should they show any signs that they may desert or sabotage the mission you are to take lethal force against them and ensure the success to the best of your ability. Should any of them manage to sabotage the Operation, you will suffer the consequences."

You gaze at the words with pursed lips.

"What's wrong?" Plastique asks stretching to see your file.

>Nothing, I've got to go.
>Take a look at my own objective.
>Other

>>2187933
>>Take a look at my own objective
Fuck your shadowrun bullshit Waller, we'll bring the whole team home even if we have to level the entire tower to do so.

>>2187933
>Nothing, I've got to go.

>>2187933
>Take a look at my own objective.
Are they retarded? Why would they give this to the guy who was in the army and the mob? This cloak-and-dagger shit is the exact opposite of the shit we did.

Anyway, she's going in with Light, right? What stops him camoing them both out as well once she's done? We'd just need a bigger distraction, don't we?

Hell, we could bring a bag of bombs to chuck around so hopefully no one gets suspicious about things blowing up.

>>2187933
>Nothing, I've got to go.

>>2187933
>Take a look at my own objective.
"This is going to be a really, really long job..." seem dejected.
>Other
I need to have a word with Black..

>>2187933
>>Take a look at my own objective.
We need to be cautious.
Remember that Black was concerned about them listening in.

But yeah, fuck their "Die just to be extra special certain." idiocy.

>>2187933
>>take a look at my objective

..I Don't care if they punish me this cloak and dagger bullshit is not me, especially when it will mean nothing in the end.

[In our defense when we talked to Waller we were professional and said we were going to act as such. So this shouldn't bother us really]

>>2188203
This shit isn't professional though, it's a needless waste of resources. They could have arranged for any number of alternatives but this feels like they just decided to throw meat into the grinder.

If anything, Waller wants Plastique dead for some reason or wants someone to object.

>>2188203
>>2188231
>This shit isn't professional though, it's a needless waste of resources.
This.
Sacrificing a team member to ensure that a computer was properly destroyed is the kind of thing you do when plan goes south, not what you plan from the beginning.
Any professional would know that.
You can bet your ass Waller knows that.
This is her game and she isn't sharing the rules with everyone.

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"Take a look." You slide her your file and watch as she looks over it scowling.

"Waller is a real bitch. Make me kill myself. Make you kill me if I dont." She scoffs and lifts the empty bottle. "I don't blame you if you do what you have to." She says quietly before sliding your file back to you. With her head in her hands you see a few tears drop from her nose and into her cup, she extends a hand and lightly puts it on yours. "This cloak and dagger shit doesn't work for me Plastique, I'm not gonna let anything happen if I can help it." You say. "Thanks Chris, but I don't think that is in the cards." She takes a deep breath and wipes her eyes with her free hand.

"You know, if I die in a couple days, you're the only guy here who's any kind of normal. I wouldn't mind you know..maybe a roll around for good luck?" She smiles slightly and strokes your hand. You smell the whiskey on her breath as she slightly wobbles.

>No offense but it doesn't seem right.
>I'll meet you in your room in a few then.
>I'm already committed to someone else.
>Other

>>2188257
>Doesn't seem right
We should get her to teach us about explosives

>>2188257
>>I'll meet you in your room in a few then.
Yeah, a few moments of comfort in hell will be good for both of us.

>>2188257
>Other
I'll take you up on that once we're from the mission. I'm not letting you give up on yourself that easy.

>>2188257
>You smell the whiskey on her breath as she slightly wobbles.
>>I'll meet you in your room in a few then.
Give her time to pass out and if she doesn't then:
>>2188276
>a few moments of comfort in hell will be good for both of us.
This.

>>2188257
>>I'll meet you in your room in a few then.

>>2188257
>I'll meet you in your room in a few then.
Let her pass out then tuck her in

You move slightly closer letting her bails trace your forearm. "Well then I'll meet you in your room. Just give me a few minutes." You say. She leans forward kissing you gently. She tastes like whiskey and salt. Plastique stands up and pushes the chair in.
"I'll go disable everything that would kill you." She winks and struts out of the kitchen leaving her file on the table.

>Go talk to Light
>Look through Plastique's file
>Try and find Manchester
>Read your own file
>Other

>>2188378
>>Read your own file

Why no one went for Danger Sense is a mystery.

>>2188378
>>Try and find Manchester
He seems like the best shot at plotting a course out of this trainwreck, assuming he's bounced back from fucking brain surgery already.
Failing that,

>>Look through Plastique's file
Maybe we can find an out.

I doubt Light will care to help.

>>2188387
AmWal said their would be some ability progression and I wanted to be a frankenstein mobster, an undead abomination of science that just wanted to make fat stacks.

>>2188413
Agreeing but we already have an out, its just gonna hurt like shit.

Someone will stay behind to ensure the server is destroyed, won't be the one they wanted but some one will stay behind.

>>2188378
>Read your own file
>Go talk to Light
May as well see if we can't get him on board, or at least suss out what his mission is. Who knows, maybe he'll be sympathetic.

Fuck this cloak and dagger shit, though.

>>2188378
>Look through Plastique's file

>>2188428
But then the Titan's will be the ones who pick up our corpse and Waller is gonna send a cleanup crew to make sure we don't talk.

>>2188378
>Read your own file

>>2188437
>titans find our corpse
>hand it over to morgue personnel
>Morgue hands us over to waller
>Welcome back to the squad

that's the beauty of a conspiracy

>>2188378
>Other
Leave a note under Blacks quilt "We need to have a chat about Personal Objectives"
>Read your own file
Then head to the room

>>2188437
Plus there was something about the timers in our necksplosives being set to sever the spinal cord and keep it from rejoining and keeping us from waking up.

>>2188427
Just didnt make sense to pick nigh-immortality from the start. As someone else said: the Titans (or any Boy Scout hero) won't be keen on killing us anyway, on top of Waller fitting the MC with a spinal cord 'solution' that will ensure we don't heal.

So...

>>2188473
Get someone to pull out our spine, let it blow then reassemble us

>>2188473
It's about flavour hombre, not gaming the system.

>>2188477
If we could use Plastique to blow our entire spine at the Tower that could get us out.

Here's my question. Why would Waller use us to kill them when she can already blow any of them up at will?

>>2188257
Wait... Are we actually already committed to somebody else?

>>2188503
because it gets her panties wet when she fucks with people?

or she likes to make stupid decisions because she is a paper pusher trying to play general?

or because she is testing us?

>>2188503
She wants someone to stop shit before it happens, not punish the perpetrator after the fact.

You thumb through your file, it gives you basic Intel on the tower and some known titans. The largest threat within the area being a titan known as Blue Beetle. Your personal section mentions how if you pass that your dad will be taken care of. You read through and your position is pretty clear, you're muscle. You can kill only if necessary, anyone you can incapacitate and take with you will get you a special bonus for contributing to the program.

Makes you wonder if you were a target of this program. You notice something the very back of the folder in a pocket labelled "motivation" it shows a picture of the man you had nearly killed for attacking your father. Blindfolded and with the same southern soldier who signed you up holding his head up by his hair. And signed with marker "Waiting for you -Flag"

You take the photo and fold it up before putting it in your pocket. Nothing else extraordinary.

>Talk to Light
>Go find Manchester
>Go to Plastique's Room
>Read her file
>Other

>>2188592
>>Read her file
Let's see what her motivation is.

>>2188592
>>Read her file
Check out her tid bits before checking out her tid bits.

>>2188592
>Read her file

>>2188592
>Go to Plastique's Room

>>2188592
>>Go to Plastique's Room
>>Read her file
flick through while we bring it to her room. Tell her it is often best not to leave it laying around.

Also she could be playing us for a fool to try to escape