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SamsonAge: 31 Battle Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MuzJ8nG1Ig |
Samson was born, and grew up, on the lawless shit hole that is Mercury. Samson was dumped at an orphanage like millions of other children across the system. He was forced to join a gang at a young age to survive the harsh street life after running away form the orphanage, that was little more than hole in the ground where unwanted children were dumped, where he eventually grew up to serve as the gangs muscle. He arrested at the age of 16 for various crimes and given an ultimatum: either go to jail for decades or join up with the military, Samson chose the military rather than rotting in jail. During basic training Samson was shown to be something called a Steelheart, a human with a deep connection to the steel element, and was placed in special training to help develop these powers. After his training Samson joined the Heavy Operative unit called Counter-Weight Squadron, a unit of fellow Steelhearts, that were used as potent shock troopers due to their immense durability and resistance to gun fire. After several years in the military his time service was up and was presented with three options, A: Retire and return to Mercury with everything that comes with that dump. B: Reenlist and serve several more years in Counter-Weight Squadron and earn promotions until he could retire somewhere nicer than Mercury. Or C: Join a dangerous, but extremely lucrative, mission to explore the wide galaxy to find more worlds and unknown Pokemon through a portal discovered in Pluto as a bodyguard for a small group of others who would be taking up the same offer. Samson had always wondered what was out in the stars and wanted to explore the distant specs of light. He jumped at the chance leave Mercury, and the system behind, to go were no man has gone before and explore the final frontier. As he laid in the course back to the station Samson sighed, eight hours even with their enhanced engines was quite a while. He got up out of the seat batting at the Christmas Tree Rear View Mirror Ornament(where'd that come from again? Whatever.) and made his way back to his room, watching the nerds, and Albus, bustle about doing their research and projects. 8 hours was likely a godsend for them, granting a who lot of time to do a whole lot of work, for him? It gave him a whole lot of time to do a whole lot of nothing. He sighed again as he sat on his bed and flopped backwards staring at the ceiling. If he listened carefully he could hear the soft sounds of everyone at work. Samson continued to stare at the blank metal roof for a few minutes, thinking. Eventually he pulled himself up and pulled out some PokeChow(tm) pokemon food and went through the motions of feeding his pokemon one after the other. Eventually he came to his final pokeball, the one that once belonged to Gin, and he got and made his way to the vehicle bay and placed some food at the far end. He stood at the furthest point as he could and pointed the ball to a point next to the food and triggered the release. With a flash of light a large, clear, crystalline tortoise shaped pokemon emerged, it stared around the room and then locked its eyes(?) on Samson. They continued to stare at each other for a few moments before it slowly lowered its head and began eating, still staring. This was good progress, Samson thought, before he'd have to leave the room entirely to feed the dang thing but he'd been slowly getting closer and closer. He spent the time of it feed talking to it, trying to get it used to spoken language and hopefully commandable. Eventually however it finished its food and started looking around, for an escape probably, and he quickly returned it before it could cause any issues. His duty done Samson made his way back to his room where he…sat on his bed again. What was he going to do? Was this what Khan had felt like? To be unneeded except in a few circumstances? Hell, Khan was doctor! Medic. Whatever. "The difference is a doctor cures people and a medic just makes them feel more comfortable while they bleed out." rang in his ears again as he absentmindedly scratched at a bullet scar on his chest. But he would have been extremely useful on that expedition in to the ship with all the weird biology shit going on. He once again questioned if this team really needed him now, especially since Ryo was making some real monsters, and becoming one it seemed. And, not for the first time, wondered if he should transfer to a different team. But then he ran the risk of the same thing, to be an idiot only good for taking a few hits while everyone else unraveled the secrets of the universe. And all he could do was nod along pretending he understood even a fraction of whatever they said. Hell from Ryo and Oliver were gushing about they had made a revolutionary discovery, the kind of thing that went into books and was taught in classes. He sighed a third time and rubbed his face before getting up, moping about wouldn't solve anything he supposed. He drew his new Talking(not that it had done much of that recently) hammer 'Vega', according to the Princess, if what she was saying he could interact with it his his elemental connection? Maybe? Only one way to find out he supposed. "Ok let's try a few forms Vega." he said and began to practice. "FIRING IN 60 SECONDS." "Alright lads and ladettes this should be a milk run even for lil Sammy, if anyone but him gets hurt, or heavens forbid, fucking DIES, I'll make sure you're on cleaning duty for a month!" A voice came across the comms, Counterweights current leader Leanna Graves, callsign 01 or just "Prime". "Awww come on!" Another voice, Louise O'Neil, 02, the cyber warfare specialist, and the one wearing the lightest armor whined over the comms. "I don't want to hear it! This is a simple clean up mission, we board the enemy flagship and clear the decks. The higher ups want us to take the command crew alive if we can so they can make a spectacle of persecuting them in the courts." "What's the plan?" A third voice belonging to Michael Winters, sounded out sounding bored. "Plan? We go in and kill them and take the ship, this isn't going to be a hard mission, hell they didn't even send us in at full strength. The ships only a cruiser, a retrofitted civilian ship given some juiced up guns and shields. The crew wont be much better, some idiots who can mow down barely train civilian crews and think they can take on the military. We're going to show them how wrong they are." Samson tuned out the pre-mission banter and checked over his systems again, he scanned the names of the current team 01 Leanna Graves, Leader "Alright everyone, get read, its go time." Mother announced. FIRING IN 5…4…3…2…1…FIRING As he and the team hurtled through space the frame that was built around his armor fired micro thrusters to keep him on track to the target, the pirates flagship "King's Thone" an utterly pretentious name for a small time pirate who got a few lucky breaks. As the distance counter on his HUD rapid dwindled as they approached Samson saw a large number of missiles streak past him. He recalled from his training that they were meant to draw the enemy's point defenses so the team didn't get shredded on approach. A few seconds before impact several beams of light began shooting past them, but the missiles did their job and the team managed to get within their firing arc with only a handle of shots hitting the team and begin ablated by their shields, and then, impact. Samson felt the near instant deacceleration and tried not to pass out, lucky the stims and his own were enough to keep him awake, still ,he was dazed for a moment. "Ok we made it all together, no one lost on another deck. Everyone alright? Sammy?" Graves called, seeing some fluctuations in his vitals read out. "I'm-I'm good." He managed to gasp out. He heard Richardson cursing, and Sasha laughing. "Told you he'd be fine, I expect to be payed when we get back to base." She said sounding extremely smug, Richardson muttered darkly. "That's enough kids, we're on the job and now I want to see your war faces on. I don't care if this a milk run I want you all to take this dead serious." Graves said after a few seconds, letting the team have a bit of fun. "Sam, you still haven't released yourself." That snapped him back to reality, he quickly activated his Sling Frame's release and watched as it broke into multiple pieces, falling away collapsing to the ground and beginning to melt. Each Sling Frame was single use so every mission was close to suicide, they would need to wait for the much slower boarding shuttles to reach them for a way off, if someone fucked up they could be trapped on an enemy vessel with no way out. "Alright, Shield Barers up front, everyone else, form up!" Graves called out. Samson took the center as Chen and Richardson took his flanks. Samson raised his left arm, it was covered in a extremely bulky array that nearly double the size of his armors forearm, his hand was inside it meaning there had to be robotic hand on the end to allow for manipulation. It was called the Sinistral Energy Shield Emitter, there was a hum as a flickering, shimmering plane of energy snapped into coherence in front of him roughly the size of a heater shield. It's constant fluctuations was a result of it being in an atmosphere, it the void it would be nearly invisible. "Sync up!" Graves called out, Samson received two request to sync up with is Sinistral. He quickly accepted and watched as the energy field grew, it met the edges of the other two shields and its fluctuations deepened. just as quickly it collapsed back to its regular size, there was currently no need for them to have a shield wall. Samson turned his attention to his right arm, which was equally as bulky as the left. Likewise with his left arm there was a robotic hand at the end, but with a command the hand folded away, the contraption on his right armor shifted and reordered itself, soon multiple barrels poked out where has hand had been, the Cestus Modular Weapons Platform. Capable of taking the shape of nearly a dozen different weapons, melee or ranged, he had no idea how much his suit of armor costed but it was probably more than what a dozen gangs made in a decade combined. "O'Neil, any trouble getting us the ships layout?" Graves questioned their hacker "Are you joking? This shit is made of tissue paper, some script kiddy with some freeware shit they downloaded for free off the net could pull it off. Aaaaaaand here we go. I think this is going to be easier than we thought." Suddenly Samson's HUD showed him their current location on the ship, and a path to the command room. "Right, everyone, guns up, eyes open, I don't want O'Neil to jinx us. Move." Graves command. Samson brought his shield and gun up and started jogging forward with the other two Shield Barers, taking the lead slightly. It was calm for a few minutes, just him and the team jogging forward, but eventually the ships lighting changed and a klaxon started blaring. "They know we're here." O'Neil called. "Changes nothing keep going." Graves replied calmly. They continued forward at the same speed, they entered in a good spot and should reach the command deck with a few minutes. The only sound Samson heard was his own breathing, the klaxon blaring, and the sounds of the teams foot falls, that soon that came to an end. As Samson came around a corner he saw the first inklings of resistance, a half dozen people dressed in ratty combat armor with an equal number of pokemon huddled around hastily thrown together barricade. "CONTACT!" Samson shouted coming to a halt, he tried to reverse his momentum but it was difficult considering the weight of his armor. Lucky the hostiles were even less prepared for him as he was for them, he managed to stop himself and nearly turn around before they managed to open fire and even then it was sporadic and unfocused. A few rounds pinged off his armor and a blast of fire singed his back but he made it around the corner. Graves looked at Samson's perspective and came to a decision regarding the enemies. "Ok you three, shieldwall, Ramirez, give them something big but try not to open a hole in the deck, ok? Rest of you arm up." She gave the teams order's her own Cestus switching to a multi barreled gun. Samson looked to his two fellow Shield Barers and got into position, their shields syncing up and forming a shimmering wall of energy. Slowly they came around the corner, this time the pirates were prepared and opened fire all at once. Bullets, Fire, Water, and Electricity slammed into the shield, the attacks lost the vast majority of their power as they passed through the shield. Samson barely even felt anything as he raised his own gun and returned fire forcing the pirates to seek cover. He and the Shield Barers continued their grinding advance, the pirated having trouble returning their fire as they maintained a withering fuselage. Any hope they had vanished as Ramirez raised a massive weapon to his shoulder, taking aim and fired. There was a thunderous blast and suddenly Samson's visor went dim and his sound system cut off. momentarily blocking out the noise and flash of whatever it was Ramirez used, he was still buffeted by the blast. Samson's senses quickly returned, the first thing he saw a bloody, blasted crater were a dozen people and pokemon used to be, several scorched chunks littered the area. "Holy fucking shit." he muttered staring at the massacre. "Keep. Going." Graves voice cut though Samson's fugue state, he quickly shook himself back to the moment and marched forward. Soon the enemy managed to form a resistance and start filling their path but they didn't manage to perform any better than the barricade. The fighting become a blur to Samson, move, shoot, move, shoot, move, shoot, move, shoot. After nearly twenty minutes they reach a thick door, his two partners moved forward taking small packets out of compartments in their armor. Soon the door was strategically covered in explosives, with an order from Graves they detonated, blasting the door out of its casing. Samson rushed in through the smoke, his gun blazing, rounds pinged off his armor. Soon there was nothing attacking Counterweight, Graves had her boot on a snarling mans neck as he struggled in vain to push her off. "Alright, command neutralized, O'Neil call in the cavalry." Graves said, flipping the pirates leader over the cuffing him. "Good job everyone." She said taking a seat in 'throne' that served as the leaders seat of command, it groaned dangerously. Samson looked around dazed. "That…thats it?" "Sure is kiddo, why, disappointed? Graves asked from her throne "I…I guess?" Samson checked himself over, the worst he had was some bruised ribs, minor burns, and a bit of fatigue. Graves turned her head to scrutinized him and let out a chuckle. "Well this was a piss easy mission, seriously it might have been too easy even for a milk run for you. To be honest I think even the regular grunts could have taken this shit heap without any deaths." She thought of something then shrugged. "Don't expect them to all be this easy, whatever hell you hyped this up to be keep it in mind. I expect our next mission to be back to normal, which is to say, extremely dangerous. But hey you did well, keep it up and you might just make it to retirement." She got up and patted his shoulder with a 'clang' "Congratulations, you passed your first mission, welcome to the team 03."
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Brutal Training Defender Counterweight Maneuver: Redirection Steelheart Impenetrable Man of Steel Master of Arms At-Will – Extended Action At-Will – Extended Action Fortress Slow or Steady Stalwart Bastion Wall of Iron Shield Bearer Roughneck Mettle Malice Tough as Nails Background:Starting Skills: ++Athletics, +Intimidate, -Charm, -Guile, -General Education |
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Companion: Obex Steel/Ghost Level 50 Aegislash EXP: 3645 Gender: Male
Obex"Lazy shit would rather let me use him than actually fight." Capability List: Skill List:
Steel/Psychic Level 53 Metagross EXP: 4375 Gender: N/A
Rixator"My strongest ally. Don't know what I'd do without them." Capability List: Skill List:
Normal Level 25 Porygon EXP: 745 Gender: N/A
S-CCapability List: Skill List:
Dragon/Dark Level 50 Dragonair EXP: 3645 Gender: Female
ApollyonWhat a fearsome beast she is.
Steel/Bug Level 52 Pursuleyze EXP: 4075 Gender: N/A
SteinSOONᵀᴹ.
"One of Gin's, decided to pick them up so they didn't just vanish into lab somewhere after what he went through to get them. What a madman."
Dragon/Ground Level 25 (N)Gible EXP: 745 Gender: Female
HepitStop reading peoples minds without their permission, its rude.
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SamsonAge: 31 Battle Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MuzJ8nG1Ig |
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