UNION: London [Centre]
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				Title: <strong>UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 01:37:36</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img835.imageshack.us/img835/2253/londonmall.jpg)</div><br><br><em>Near to Buckingham palace is the Mall, a long road on which the Blackjacks have begun to gather. Sure enough, around the edges of the road, lined up throughout the trees, are a few dozen BDP troopers. They are visible enough and one can't tell their expressions through their facemasks. There are a few black reinforced BDP vans also parked around, presumably with more troopers inside. The Blackjacks are mostly young, wearing various civilian clothes, all with banners and pictures of Holly Lazenby on them. They cautiously eye the troopers but carry on getting their demonstration ready nontheless.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 22:03:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/6c32c922-ab11-487d-8351-9c6caaa8de15.jpg~original)</div>She's intimidated by this place.&nbsp; There's a good showing of Blackjacks here, and she commends them.&nbsp; They're showing what they believe in, despite the obvious BDP presence that likely wants nothing more than to exterminate the lot of them.&nbsp; Tigress moves along the edges of the road keeping an eye on both, the protestors and the BDP.&nbsp; She holds a wrist up to her mouth...or about where it'd be on her suit. "Anyone else totally freaked out?" Hot chick in tights and having to make a public appearance...not only that but the BDP goons look like they could go to <i>war</i>.&nbsp; She's not sure how intimidating she is, even being one of the tallest members of the UNION team she feels more like the people are eyeing her up and down rather than fearing her.<br><br>She takes a deep breath and tries to clear her mind, narrow her eyes and look as menacing as possible without ever throwing a punch.&nbsp; Her golden eyes flit about and her cat ears twitch, as if listening to everything around her.&nbsp; It may not be totally obvious at the moment, but she's shaking in her boots!
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 07:29:25</strong>
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				Gavin had been up fairly early that morning; he'd been going over the planned route the Blackjacks would be taking, while also getting mentally prepared in case bad stuff happened on the job. After a simple breakfast, he'd pulled on his RAF War Service Dress uniform, along with a small cardboard box to carry his gas mask, and a small pouch for spare rounds for his service revolver, which he was wearing openly in a leather holster at his waist. He then donned his officer's visor cap and&nbsp; tied his shoe laces, giving them a surreptitious buffing with a napkin to make sure they looked their best.<br><br>And right now, he was lurking unobtrusively under a tree, waiting for the march to approach, looking like a cosplayer doing a WWII LARP. He'd decided that he'd make a symbolic gesture by joining the protestors in their march, while also keeping an eye on the BDP Goons that were no doubt already circling like the vultures that they were. Upon hearing Tigress' comment, he raised his own communicator to his lips. "I can't help but agree with you there, Tigress.... It's a sucker's bet that they're just waiting for a chance to start something. Keep your wits about you." he murmurred.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 13:48:39</strong>
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				Abigail hovered&nbsp; above her suits scanners mostly directed at the BDP troopers, she hated them and everything&nbsp; they stood for. She got lost in her anger and hatred for a moment and had casually target locked several of them without realising. <strong>"No trouble&nbsp; yet, sending video and data feeds back to HQ, Governess are you getting this?" </strong><br><br>She spotted the rest of her team on the scanner and she felt herself smile when she saw Tigress on the scanner. Why did she make her feel like this? She hadn't even seen the woman's face hell she didn't even know her name. She made a number of checks and calibrations on the weapon systems again wanting to keep her mind busy. <strong>"Anything happening your end guys? Was thinking of spooking some of the BDP guys by hacking their communications and playing some Iron Maiden through it "</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 20:32:34</strong>
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				The crowds are gathering, and even though a few more Blackjacks appear, the numbers of the BDP swell even further, their helmets and batons making them glisten like roaches from a distance. They've clearly put aside extra men for this march and have been planning their response for a long time. <br><br>In among the crowd, Navigator is getting a few funny looks, but a couple of the Blackjacks pat him on the back and say things like "See, man, we've even got the veterans on our side, nice to see you here mate, solidarity," and suchlike.<br><br>At the other side of the mall, a few helmeted heads are turning to look, it's visible to both the Blackjacks and Navigator. They are turning to gape and stare at Tigress. It's impossible to tell what's going on underneath the BDP helmets, but the reaction from those members of the Blackjacks that didn't have a kerchief or bandana across their mouths was a mixed one. Some seemed confused, a couple of others smiled, and a few more seemed genuinely worried - whether for themselves or the lady dressed as a white cat, one couldn't tell.<br><br>Abigail would be able to see all this from above, probably being able to zoom in and with her various visual tools. No one had spotted her yet, as she was a way above everyone else. Down below her, the Blackjacks hefted their banners of Holly Lazenby and their black union jack flags and began their march. <br><br>Hundreds of facemasks turned to watch them...but there were now a small squad making their way towards Tigress. <br><br>Likewise, it seemed someone had finally spotted Abigail...somehow. The BDP shouldn't really have access to air support and Abigail certainly wouldn't be able to spot any, and why would they be scanning for movement in the air...an authoritative voice booms out over some speakers, startling some nearby Blackjacks.<br><br>"Unidentified flying target. Please announce your intentions or land, or the BDP will be forced to take action to protect this demonstration."<br><br>All of a sudden, faces turned upwards to try and spot Abigail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 21:41:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/6c32c922-ab11-487d-8351-9c6caaa8de15.jpg~original)</div>"Oh besides everyone here looking me up and down? Not really." Tigress responds into her wrist mic.&nbsp; She looks at a few who give her mean looks, but others...well it's kind of a compliment as it seems like both sides of roaming eyes over her curves.&nbsp; Totally fine by her, they can look all day long, so long as they don't touch she'll be peachy.&nbsp; Her eyes continue to scan the crowds, just a slow sweep back and forth with her head...peppered with a few pointed looks at people that seem to be staring just a bit too long.<br><br>"Oh, scratch that, I've got a group of BDP'ers headed my way." She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.&nbsp; She seems to be watching the protest more than the BDP guys.&nbsp; At least to appear like she's just here for the demonstration.&nbsp; She winces, her ears falling flat against her head when the loud-speakers boom out about someone flying up above them. "As much as that would make me giggle, the Iron Maiden stuff, I don't think it's exactly what we're here for? Technically they're not doing anything yet." She shrugs her shoulders and looks up at Abigail.<br><br>Geez, who in the hell spotted her?&nbsp; Sure, Tigress knew she was somewhere up there, but she hadn't looked to see how far up.&nbsp; Her eyes come back to the level though, looking more pointedly at the squad headed in her direction.&nbsp; She balls up her fists, but releases them. They <i>could</i> just want to talk.&nbsp; She highly doubts it, but it's a possibility!&nbsp; She waves, at least, when they get closer.&nbsp; "You boys enjoying the protest?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 12:49:28</strong>
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				The RAF uniformed superhero carefully picked his way through the crowds, offering quiet apologies to anyone he jostled, before marching up to stand alongside Tigress, his arms folded over his chest and his eyes narrowed slightly as he sized up the BDP goons. "Is there something the matter here, 'gentlemen'?" he asked, trying very hard not to make it rhyme with 'scum'; not that it was easy, given his personal dislike of thugs like these clowns.<br><br>Or indeed like their political idols, Sir Oswald Mosley and his black shirted hooligans back in the 30's. Gavin had once had the dubious 'pleasure' of being in Hyde Park when Mosley had been having a rally there before the War; and the ghastly displays that the BUF had put on at the time had disquietened him. Naturally, once the war had broken out, he'd come to detest Fascism in all its' forms; and with his travel to Modern Times, well it had just proved him right.<br><br>As he waited for one of the jackbooted goons to speak up, he idly flicked at the corner of the cardboard carry-box he had at his waist, which held his old military issue gas mask; it was as much a part of the uniform as anything else, but it was still fully operational, in case the goons tried to get cute. <em>"Look at them...."</em> he thought to himself darkly as he waited. <em>"I'd swear they look</em> proud <em>to emulate Hitler's Prussian Butchers and Stormtroopers......"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 23:52:04</strong>
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				John Anderson was a true believer, the Blackburn native recalled his childhood forty years earlier when he could walk safely anywhere in town and while there were a few blacks and curry munchers&nbsp; they kept mostly to themselves, now...there were entire parts of Blackburn where no white man could walk , where you could hear several languages spoken, none of them English, so the BDP was a natural fit for him, the only real force fighting for the British people to restore pride in being British without it being a thing of shame.<br><br>He despised the blackjacks, he watched them from behind his helmet ,immigrants who came to his land took advantage of a generous western system and gave nothing back except for demands for more and more from the system and then the whites amongst them, betrayers...foul people who would sell the country of their birth to those who would destroy it and oh the whining that these Blackjacks would make when this day is over ..'.the mean BDP all geared up looking too fight a peaceful little protest, how unfair , what an affront to their rights'....all while ignoring the fact that in years past the BDP would hold a peaceful protest that was hijacked by larger counter protests , many of them illegally organised, where a dozen BDP supporters needed hundreds of police to protect their right to demonstrate from the thousands of hate filled liberals, commies, and anarchists that pelted the smaller group with missiles.<br><br>John knew the truth in that he'd been in that situation time and time again...oh how he wanted to kick this off, but unlike this mob of blackjacks the BDP were disciplined ...then like a bolt out of the blue....a bolt out the grey struck John in the small gap between body armour and helmet, it hammered into his neck from such force that it sent him flying back a few yards.<br><br>The world seemed to pause , a BDP trooper knelt beside John and removed his helmet blood was everywhere "He's dead" the words were spoken in an even tone and yet seemed to echo , the words sparked the BDP into action and both lines either side of the Blackjack protest attacked, from nearby vans hundreds of extra supporters poured out, not troopers these were mere foot soldiers but they attacked with raw fury.<br><br><br>And amongst all the chaos a single figure moved unseen staying in shadow she was well armed and sent a bolt at the tall figure in the white body suit, then another and another before moving once again in the crowd ,she had another target to find , it had been a pity to kill the loyal trooper but this protest required the blame for starting the violence to be solely with the blackjacks and they would pay a price for that and for this next kill the assassin would feel no pity.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>In a cafe in Ipswich a non descript man watched the protest erupt into violence his face mirrored those of his fellow patrons , all&nbsp; saw the BDP trooper killed by someone from within the Blackjack crowd, the media showed the death time and time again as they were want to do , but as yet had been unable to find the person to blame...and they never would , the grey man continued to watch events unfold the outcome of this encounter irrelevant as its goal had been completed already, soon the Union would be chasing their own tails trying to figure out what was going on , that part of the plan had already started with the warning sent to the 'hero' flying high above the protest....well he had his own hero's.<br><br><br><br><br>BIO for Cruel Britannia<br><br>Code name Cruel Britannia (was known as Cool Britannia but given her current name by a now dead commie--sometimes simply called Assassin)<br><br>Real Name Brittany Smyth<br><br>Age 27<br><br>(I have a photo for her) 5'9 Blue eyes Black hair very slim.<br><br>Strengths<br><br>Before the Magna programme she was a skilled assassin , all ready highly regarded and amongst the most elite of the worlds assassins, the magna programme enhanced all her abilities making her faster stronger and more agile, increasing her conditioning but it also gave her one very special talent.<br><br>Lethal with swords and knives, expert poisoner Olympic standard Marksmen (she was defeated a dozen world and Olympic&nbsp; Champion marksmen in private contest)<br><br>She can hide in shadow...any shadow and is undetectable in shadow.<br><br>Weakness: can be killed or hurt just like any human...if you can find her and if you're good enough but no normal human has come close to withstanding her.<br><br>Is utterly ruthless with one exception she won't kill a child (deemed as under 16) or a pregnant woman.<br><br>Brittany grew up in a respectable middle class family living in Oxford, her father was a Professor of History and her mother proof read books, they encouraged her academically but also encouraged her obvious sporting talent. At 15 while still attending high school she began working on a double degree in Bio Chemistry and Physics , she was also the national Senior girls champion for the 100 meters and the two hundred meters and had finished third in the mile, she was ranked the number four female gymnast in the country and was seriously being talked about for Olympic selection, she was also her club Archery champion.<br><br>She had the world at her feet, the times even ran an article on her ..asking if she was Britain's most talented teenager&nbsp; ..at 16 her world was destroyed.<br><br>A dozen students high on a mixture of drugs and alcohol decided to take issue with their Professor of history objecting to his Anglo centric view of the world, they were all foreign students away from home. They killed Brittanys parents and when she arrived home from Archery Training they were still there drinking from her fathers drink cabinet...they raped her but not before she stuck two arrows into two of her attackers. The police using dna managed to track down all the attackers. The court case lasted a year four men convicted of double murder and rape and another two conflicted of rape alone, the other six were done for breaking and entering and sentenced to time served. Brittany had been broken by the death of her parents and her own rape, but when 6 men got off scot free she snapped. Within a month all 6 were dead and with the police seeking her she met a man who showed her the way.<br><br>Since then she has killed all twelve of her attackers and while she will kill any adult she takes special pride in killing foreigners.<br><br>Brittany also has a habit of sleeping with men and women she has been sent to kill but truly despises&nbsp; (only one man has ever fucked her without dying shortly afterwards) she calls that last sex as her Goodbye Fuck.<br><br>Won't admit it but is in love with the Grey Man she is utterly committed to him and to his cause.<br><br><br>(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRYexrnWPUllzdwE7j8LYuLwkAKnZuqa_84a3Tj8Re7nevEEwpG)<br><br>the above image is when she chooses to be seen.<br><br>__________________________________<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 02:49:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/Tigress/6c32c922-ab11-487d-8351-9c6caaa8de15.jpg~original)</div>The first man goes down and she sees the bolt, even the man get hit.&nbsp; The way he gets hit and falls suggest that he's probably not alive.&nbsp; She grimaces, even if he is BDP that didn't have to happen.&nbsp; But she should have seen where it came from.&nbsp; Her eyes flick back to where the bolt should have been fired from,&nbsp; her hands curling into fists.&nbsp; Tigress snarls in something that sounds almost akin to her namesake growling.&nbsp; Her position changes slightly, ready to sprint forward and take out whomever did it.&nbsp; The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and the woman cloaked in shadow could swear the superheroine is damn near <i>looking</i> at her.&nbsp; She's not, she's not even aware (on a conscious level) that anyone is there besides a throng of Blackjacks looking just as surprised at the BDP guy going down as the BDP guys.<br><br>"I--" It's all she gets off, the small <strong>steel bolt</strong> (http://imgs.inkfrog.com/pix/supergdeals/60ARROWS.jpg) slices through the air directly at her.&nbsp; And even still her only instinct is to shove Navigator to the ground. "Ah!" She cries out the first one catching her in her right shoulder.&nbsp; Even as braced and leaning forward as she was, she's still knocked back a step.&nbsp; The bolt itself flips up into the air, end over end and then drops to the ground, sticking into it thanks to the fins on the back.&nbsp; Tigress isn't privy to witness all of that though as two more bolts fly at her, catching her in the other shoulder, and in the middle of the chest.&nbsp; She's knocked back another step then falls to the ground on her back.&nbsp; The last flipping itself around and smacking her in the head after bouncing...relatively harmlessly off of her.<br><br>She rubs at her shoulders and her chest as she plucks the bolt off of the ground, examining it. "Owwww." She looks up again. "I swear it came out of nowhere." She narrows her eyes, though it doesn't help her at all to spot anyone.&nbsp; Even while offering a hand up (should Navigator need it) to her fellow Union member.&nbsp; "You ever see anything like this?" She asks, holding the bolt up for him to see.&nbsp; He's from a different time, right? It doesn't look like anything used in <i>this</i> century to kill people.&nbsp; Kind of looks like a miniature arrow to her.&nbsp; It's probably not the best time to examine it anyway as both sides look to be gearing up for war. "Uh oh." And those cat ears flatten against her skull again.&nbsp; This is not good.&nbsp; Nevermind that someone probably just tried to <i>kill</i> her.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 10:39:30</strong>
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				The young/old Dunwall was shocked by this sudden, swift turn of events, and doubly so by the faceful of sod that he got when he was shoulder barged by Tigress. He spat out a clod of earth before accepting her hand up. "Cheers, lass." he smiled as he got to his feet, before glancing at the bolt. "Could be a Big Joe 5.... But we'll talk later." he mutteres, looking at the two factions. "This is going to get bloody, unless we do something to stop it and quick." he muttered, as he looked to her for advice, unconciously cracking his knuckles to loosen them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 03:55:45</strong>
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				The new flood of thugs tore into the ranks of the Blackjacks as the BDP troopers began to more systematically hammer blackjacks more brutally beating their foes, the woman in the body hugging suit and those around her including the guy in a world war two uniform were now almost surrounded by three ranks of troopers and with each passing second the number of blackjacks caught in that particular pocket of resistance reduced.<br><br>The Grey man saw that development with passing interest knowing there were others who would soon be dissecting everything these oddly dressed people did, the grey man knew who one of them was , the other was new someone he'd not encountered before and then there was fly girl. The TV commentators were doing their best to sound stunned and shocked, the media was a lot more co-operative these days, in the past they would blame the BDP for the violence caused by Blackjacks and their like, at least now they were pointing out that the murder of a BDP trooper by the blackjacks had caused the violence whereas before the man who died would have been at fault for being there in the first place.<br><br>Still as diverting as the violence was the real action was happening off camera.<br><br>There was a quiet knock on the door , the man inside sighed he'd asked not to be disturbed , somewhere in the crowd his young brother would be standing with his friends ready to face the BDP scum, they had known violence would occur but this, this was something else, someone had fucked up and fucked up bigtime, killing that trooper while no loss had not been the plan, he'd spoken to the leaders of the various factions and told them that the BDP had to attack first, now the BDP would spin this in such a way that the cause would be damaged, not the true believers or those with intelligence they would keep faith and continue to oppose the BDP ...but the average citizen would think whatever the media told them to think.<br><br>"Enter"<br><br>The door opened and Ravinder smiled the efforts of his brother and the other less than a mile away no longer the main focus of his mind , in walked Susannah Royle, 24 , 5ft ten blue eyed blond, ex Miss England , last Julys Playboy centerfold and she had asked him out ...tonight and her intentions clear her legs opened on request as long as the request was not from a white guy. Well tonight Ravinder would make that request.<br><br>She walked up to him and gently touched his face, Ravinder smiled and then the smile dropped , standing infront of him was not Susannah...but himself or at least a copy of himself before he could speak he felt a sharp pain in his neck and he fell. That's the moment Ravinder Singh head of the Blackjacks of London died.<br><br>The door opened and Ravinder walked across the small office without speaking, there was chaos everywhere and while his passing was noted and in some cases questions asked Ravinder walked on once outside the sound of police sirens were everywhere Ravinder now walked with a purpose , it was only a few hundred meters away, it took less than ten minutes.<br><br>And there it was Big Ben.....Ravinder waited in line with the scheduled tour group passing security and like everyone else began the climb, the tour group had been told to stick with the group but that was not Ravinder's plan, stooping down to tie his shoes laces the group moved out of sight. Out of shadow Assassin appeared with the body of the real Ravinder. Dropping the body on the steps Assassin disappeared again.<br><br>Fake Ravinder changed form , becoming a pretty brunette , checking the explosives that had been fitted to the real Ravinder Singh, she nodded her satisfaction, moments later Assassin appeared and then was gone again, Mimic's signal to move , she walked down the stair well and at the base waited....someone (Assassin) let off a flash bang just outside the security entrance and Mimic slipped into a side door , moments later she had touched a tower employee and ten minutes later looking like someone else entirely she walked out the houses of parliament with everyone else who was being evacuated<br><br>As intended the explosives caused some damage to the Elizabeth Tower ,trapping a tour group high up the tower as internal rubble blocked the stairwell , the only damage on the outside of the tower was a small hole the size of a football about half way up the tower. The blame would soon land on Ravinder a leading member of the blackjacks and there it would stay.<br><br>The media switched from the riot to the attack on Big Ben and the Grey man watched like everyone else did.<br><br>That was just the beginning, the next move was already in motion <br><br><br>Bio for Mimic<br><br>Code name Mimic<br><br>Real Name Elisha Cutherland<br><br>Age 25<br><br>Real(default) appearance&nbsp; 5ft4 Black hair brown eyes<br><br>Elisha can take the form of anyone she touches she has their powers and can talk like them, she does however have to touch the person at least once every 100 minutes to maintain the illusion . She is unable to tap into their memories. So while she would know any common knowledge about the person but specifics (like what did they have for dinner last night) is beyond her ability to recollect.<br><br>When duplicating a person she has their weaknesses and strength as a person she's just a normal person until you touch her...only one person (alive) knows what she actually looks like To protect herself she attends BDP meetings as someone else (she wears a small ring on her fingers which the Grey man gave her when attending those meeting so people know its her).....she has learnt to better control the mimic ability so that she can now (mostly) touch people without turning into them...however when highly emotional that control is lost <br><br>Elisha can mimic humans or those who were human and have skin.<br><br><br>Elisha was born in Glasgow her father a policemen died when he she was two , killed(while off duty) by a drunk driver who had no license and turned out to be Iraq, Elisha had no memory of the even but witnessed it. Her mother raised her but when her grandparents died within a few years of each other , her mother hooked up with an...Iraqi man much to Elisha's utter disgust. At sixteen she left home travelling to London she hasn't spoken to her mother since.<br><br>To survive she worked the streets, at the age of 18 she appeared in a mans magazine having meet a photographer who got her the shoot. She progressed to adult films and at 19 started dating a member of the BDP, she was hooked at the first meeting when a speaker talked about needing to send foreigners who commit crimes back home once they have served their time...however instead of having a holiday in prison at taxpayers expense foreign prisoners need to work for their food or they don't get to eat.<br><br>Elisha caught the eye of a senior commander of the BDP troopers and at the age of 21 came to the attention of the Grey Man, she volunteered for the Magna programme...but her body&nbsp; seemed to reject the programme no changes where noted , that had never occurred before ,and so they continued testing her to find out why. At the same time a decision was made to complete the standard upgrade programme it was only when that was done that they discovered she could mimic when a scientist touched her <br><br>Mimic is devoted to the Grey Man and the principles of the BDP she takes no joy from her work its simply what she does ...with one exception, foreign drunk drivers if she reads about them or sees them on tv ...she kills them and nothing not even a mission for the BDP is more important to her<br><br>(http://i2.listal.com/image/866913/200full-.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 02:11:12</strong>
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				Abigail was panicked, everything had gone so wrong so quickly. She wasn't sure what to do. They shouldn't even be able to track this version of the suit with available radar and saw the shot that killed the trooper. She knew the violence would only escalate from this point. She double checked her suits new systems.<br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">++Sonic weapons system++ Online<br>++Screamer riot control system.++ Online<br>++Point defence tracking++ Online<br>++Stealth system++ Offline Error code 346443655.1<br>++Taser net++ Online Shots 4<br></span><br><br>Abigail cursed, the stealth system should work perfectly... No matter she had to get closer to the riot to use her weapons but first she'd give the BDP a real show. She still had a little something installed in her suit from new years that with a few tweaks would be quite a distraction. The explosion she detected from Big Ben was a concern but the riot was more dangerous at the moment. With the new parameters she activated the system ejecting thousand of nano devices into the air that then detonated&nbsp; into a massive Union flag in the sky, She kicked her suit into full speed and headed to the riot in full battle mode. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>30-06-2013, 06:53:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/127714_04.jpg)</div>Tigress looks over/down to Navigator then back to the troopers making a hasty, but rather well organized circle around them.&nbsp; There's a few caught in the mix with them but they're either taken out or manage to scramble out of the way.&nbsp; "I'd say it's bloody late for that." Stopping them before anything else manages to happen.&nbsp; She takes quick stock of those around them and then pops her hips to the left, her hands resting on them.&nbsp; "Well, I feel special.&nbsp; All you just for little bitty me?" Well she IS an amazon and dressed like a tiger, but that's a lot of guys!&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh yeah, and him." She juts her thumb over towards Navigator.&nbsp; She's used to doing the quipping when she's by herself.&nbsp; Oh well, she tries to give Navigator an apologetic look, but it doesn't last long.&nbsp; Her eyes suddenly shoot to the sky as Abigail appears...did she ever get a call-sign for the girl? She doesn't remember it either way.&nbsp; They're taking shots at her, and now Tigress can't seem to get a lock on from where.&nbsp; "Okay, blasting something from their speakers is sounding better all the time.&nbsp; Really deafening loud.&nbsp; None of us has super hearing, right?&nbsp; Maybe a good hack of their comms or something?" She's kind of hoping Abigail can hear them and she isn't just fantasizing about it.&nbsp; <br><br>As her eyes return to the men around them she looks again to Navigator. "You take that half and I take this half?" She half asks, half tells him with sweeping gestures of her arms.&nbsp; Without much waiting for an answer though, the high-heeled beauty takes off towards the men directly in front of her.&nbsp; She aims a fist for a chest plate and slams it home. "AUGH!" She cries out, shaking out her fist, holding it with her other hand.&nbsp; "Ahhh, that's tough, what's that made out of anyway?" She looks up at the visor covering the guy's face. "You wouldn't hit a girl, would you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>30-06-2013, 08:37:36</strong>
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				Dunwall nodded slightly as he then slowly strode towards the BDP goons that surrounded his half of the circle, cracking his knuckles as he approached. He then&nbsp; unexpectedly broke out into an off-the-cuff little speech.<br><br>"Good men and women of these Great British Isles," he began grandly. "Lay down your slings and arrows, and lend me your ears. I beseech you all, good people, do not let the worst, the most base instincts rule your minds and your actions, but let the better angels of your nature fill your hearts with joy; for are we all not brother and sister in the eyes of the good Lord?" he asked them. "Look to the man or woman beside you; your friends, comrades, your brothers and sisters in arms; why just imagine if he or she were standing here where I stand. Would you be so eager to cast your god-given reason to the four winds in that case? Is that what you really would want to do? To rip them apart? To be animals?!" His voice rose as the fire built behind them. "Is this want you want to tell your children and grandchildren if asked? That you killed a defenseless man or woman, in cold blood, like a pack of wild dogs?" he thundered.&nbsp; "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." he quoted from the Gospel of John, as the fire in his belly and his eyes seemed to make him grow in size before them. He extended his finger pointing at them as if in judgement, daring them to doubt the wisdom and righteousness of his words just as Jesus had done for Mary of Magdaline in the stories of old.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>02-07-2013, 02:29:46</strong>
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				The problem with the masses has always been independent thought , if one of them develops it others will follow, that was the case as the riot took an unexpected turn. The mass of hooligans unleashed in support of the BDP did two things they were not meant to do ... one they attacked the police, the actual ones who weren't part of the BDP and had been trying to at least contain the rioting&nbsp; to the immediate area around the mall and then they attacked the BDP troopers themselves. <br><br>The problem with attacking the police was the lessening of the spin not so much against the blackjacks that damage had been done and would be miled for all it was worth, no the problem was the ordinary citizens still supported the police as a law enforcement agency worthy of respect , commonly known as the good guys. The problem with attacking the BDP was a multi-fold issue the most immediate impact was the turning of the tide. <br><br>While the Grayman watched as the media switched back to the riot now that life had kicked back into it. He reacted to the scenes a mirror to the other patrons in the pub but inside he was fuming , his agreements with the leaders of these hooligans had been quite clear they would soon learn the cost of failure, but the Grayman wasn't one to throw away an asset in anger, he would simply make use of their recklessness in another way. At another time.<br><br>The media now focused on the woman in the body suit and the man in the old world war two uniform ....<br><br>"Nice speech you one of them pantomime poofs" A helmeted trooper said before looking at the woman "And you...you know what we'll do to you when this is over , we'll see whats under that suit and then she how much cock you can take" with that the BDP troopers charged the two weirdo's and the small group of blackjacks only to find their attack disturbed as hundreds of hooligans crashed into their ranks , trooper after trooper was brought down, along with the trapped blackjacks , the Greyman watched as Tigress and the strangely dressed man reacted. The media focusing on this part of the wider conflict while the larger battle unfolded in a small corner screen.<br><br>The riot was lost, its goal achieved of course, but the public would see it as a BDP defeat and the air of invincibility that had been built up over the last year was now gone. <br><br><br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>02-07-2013, 17:09:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Misc/127714_04.jpg)</div>Tigress grimaces when the men around her start forming a new circle about her.&nbsp; "Ugh, could you refrain from those kinds of comments? I just threw up a little in my mask." She quips, holding fist up to where her mouth is under the full face mask.&nbsp; She feels a hand brush across her ass, sending a thrill of pleasure up her spine.&nbsp; She spins and backhands the man across the helmet, but it doesn't do much, except hurt her hand.&nbsp; He pushes against her breasts shoving her back into the man behind her.&nbsp; She grits her teeth then kicks the one in front of her in the crotch.&nbsp; Cups, naturally.&nbsp; "If you don't let me go you're going to--" And then there are thugs <i>everywhere</i>.&nbsp; Like a pack of wolves taking down a lion they attack the BDP troopers.&nbsp; She'd thank them, but she takes just as many punches to the gut. <br><br>They slam her up against a tree, and while they still grope, they are far more concerned with downing her first.&nbsp; She blocks and tries to weave as the fists and feet slam into her body.&nbsp; "Ungh, augh! Oof! GNGH!" On the bright side, while she's protecting her head they're concentrating on her gut and sides and on her legs, fueling her power with dozens upon dozens of punches and kicks.&nbsp; She'd ask for help, but as of the moment she's not in near as much trouble as it appears.&nbsp; Still she's thinking she need to jump off a twenty story building before missions from now on.&nbsp; This would go much better if she could actually <i>injure</i> someone.&nbsp; Especially now that she knows the BDP is full of a bunch of perverts!
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 13:03:43</strong>
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				"Oh no you don't, you 'orrible little man!" Dunwall thundered, and then kicked the BDP goon that had spoken in the crotch while at the same time relieving the man of his taser baton; there was no time to work out how it worked yet, so Gavin just used it as a dirty big club to beat on the goons. His booted feet and the baton&nbsp; swung wildly in all directions as he bashed and brutalized a pathway to where the thugs were pinning Tigress. <br><br>The sight of what they were doing to her caused his estimation of them to drop like a brick, and he got dirty; he hardly noticed when, by accident, he managed to activate the taser and started to shock goons left and right. "Get away from her, you cowardly blaggards!" he shouted, rage starting to cloud his vision with red as his hand then slowly slid down his side to where his revolver was securely held. To his credit, he then noticed&nbsp; what he was doing, and pulled his hand back before anyone noticed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNION: London [Centre]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 02:54:33</strong>
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				Abigail was now in weapons range casual locks on the thickest areas of violence in the riot. The first volley of fire would serve two purposes. The first purpose is to subdue the worst of the violence. The second was to clear an area to land and bring her full arsenal to bear. <br><br>Several blasts of ultra frequency sound hit the rioters forcing several to their knees and sending others back leaving a sizeable area open within the crowd of hooligans, skinheads and chav scum. Abigail Set down in the middle of them and inside her suit she grinned as the sonic emitters and other non lethal ordnance was revealed<br><strong>"Be honest lads, does my arsenal look big in this suit?"</strong> <br><br>One brave or mentally deficient skinhead wielding a cricket bat&nbsp; like a sword charged a her, she didn't even bother moving out the way as the bat slammed into her armour splintering into pieces. She backhanded hi sending him flying and&nbsp; probably breaking his nose and jaw. <strong>"This is Lady Spitfire, surrender now or I will use reasonable force to subdue you."</strong> Her suits sensors detected a BDP trooper trying to attack her and then seemed to hit a wall and screamed out before crumpling to the ground. <strong>"I repeat! Surrender now or I will subdue you!" </strong><br><br>She scanned the crowd for the rest of her ground team, she saw Tigress being attacked by the thugs and fired off one of her taser net grenades at the thugs. The weapon launched from her shoulder and flew toward the thugs exploding into a cloud of nano devices that formed several charged nets around the targets.<strong> "As you can see you are out-gunned and outclassed, and I would really like to go home have a cup of tea and watch Countdown."<br></strong><br>
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