Autumn was dressed a lot like some of the commuters on the train, except for the unmistakable air of authority and the squad of Shin-Ra infantryman that accompanied her from car to car. She was tracking a cell of terrorists funded by their enemies in Wutai when someone at the station had reported some suspicious looking individuals boarding the train. The Turk and her companions were the nearest team and they moved to intercept the train and they’d hoped on at sector 7. It was possible the people they were looking for had already disembarked but it was her duty to be as thorough as possible.
“Keep your eyes open.” She whispered to Sergeant Oswald as she pushed through the crowd. Autumn was taking note of anything interesting, not hard to find. The train was a mix of business people and slummies. Some of the latter had questionable fashion choices and her gaze soon fell upon an older man with a bushy grey beard. He was wearing a yellow floral sundress and a clear plastic backpack. She blinked and stared into the green eyes of a red tabby cat that yawned at her from inside the bag.
Post by Sergeant Oswald on Apr 17, 2020 2:43:35 GMT
“Man… double shift,” one of the men in security outfits muttered under his breath. One of the other guards paced back and fourth down the narrow path of the train car between seats full of citizens and weirdos. The unit had been called at the end of the work day to support Agent Nevada on a security mission. It was the first time he’d ever worked with a member of the turks.
“Quiet!” Oswald barked at the complainer with a scowl on his face. The man straightened up his posture and the sergeant turned his attention to Autumn Nevada as she ordered his squat to stay vigilant. “10-4,” he replied as he stood near her, watching with a bit of confusion about the man with the cat in his backpack. With the backpack being clear though, he didn’t think they had much to hide. “You two go check the rear car,” he told his subordinates who rushed to the door and pressed a button to open it, leaving view as it closed behind them.
On the other hand there was a large woman that took up two seats at the end of the car that was practically wearing a bed sheet with a floral pattern. She was a big lady, but was she really that big or was it a disguise. With hesitation he approached a bit closer, trying not to stare as he tried to tell if she had anything hidden on her person...
Last Edit: Apr 18, 2020 15:45:33 GMT by Zef Naaiers
Post by Damian Summers on Apr 18, 2020 2:12:58 GMT
Over the past few months Damian had been recruiting several slummies to work as his informants. Once a week he'd pay them a visit and give them money in return for information about any Avalanche movement they noticed in their part of the slums. Most of the time he didn't get anything useful, but today one of his informants told him about a small squad of terrorist that would be boarding a train in sector 7 later on today. Damian gave this particular informant a little extra cash to feed their family then he instantly made his way toward the aforementioned train.
Damian did his best to fly under the radar whenever he met with his informants, in order to keep them safe. So today he wore a pair of black ripped jeans, a white t shirt and a black bomber jacket to conceal his metallic arm. He even kept his right hand in his pocket at all times to hide his metal fingers. He knew that if the civilians caught one look at his metallic arm they'd identify him as the Iron Demon. Sure the civilians didn't know his face, but they were aware of the stories about a Shin Ra SOLDIER with a metallic arm. And they knew that if the Iron Demon was arround, it meant Shin Ra wanted someone dead. So Damian did his best to blend in, he even left his sword at home.
He arrived at the train station twenty minutes after he had been given a tip by his informants. When he entered the train, Damian saw a few Shin Ra agents already on board. He knew this wasn't another routine train search because one of the agents was a Turk, And Turks weren't given assignments of that nature. So obviously these Shin Ra agents were also tracking down the terrorist cell rumored to be here. Damian kept his head low and took a seat without much of a word, he wanted to watch these agents first and see their methods before he did anything else. Maybe they had the situation under control.
The red haired Turk raised an eyebrow as she eyed the questionable figure up and down. She turned a yellow sphere in her pocket absentmindedly as she pushed past the man but she wasn’t sensing anything unusual on his person. She passed by Sergeant Oswald who looked as if he were preparing to interrogate a woman who was sitting nearby. Autumn didn’t suspect her of being a terrorist. Most avalanche members tended to carry materia and she wasn’t sensing anything nearby. Still, you could never be too careful.
Autumn took note of a familiar face as she neared the end of the first car. She recognized Damian Summers. She’d seen him hanging around the Shin-Ra headquarters plenty of times but they’d never really talked. He was in casual clothes and, if he was armed, she couldn’t tell. The Turk was careful not to show any recognition or special attention to the man as she continued searching. Even an off duty SOLDIER could be useful in a situation like this.
She pushed open the door to the next car, doing her best to subtly catch the SOLDIER’s eye as she entered the nearly empty train car. A mascot in a full length moogle costume stood in the middle of the car holding onto an iron bar for support as the train rumbled along. The moogle and the Turk caught sight of each other in the same moment.
The lights flickered.
“Hey!” Autumn barked after the Moogle as it took off running for the door at the far end. She took off after it, coming to the door just as it slammed in her face.
Post by Sergeant Oswald on Apr 18, 2020 17:42:40 GMT
One of Oswald’s privates, Janson, returned from the rear car, walking down the aisle eyeing each person he passed with an amused smirk as he held his rifle in a position sure to make anyone uncomfortable. Private Janson was fresh out of training and barely an adult, and obviously felt empowered by the uniform he was wearing. As he came to pass by the Iron Demon, something about the man was suspicious to him. Maybe it was just that he didn’t seem intimidated with the presence of security forces around him. Unfortunately, Janson wasn’t aware of Damian’s affiliation or reputation.
“Oi, let me see some ID!” Private Janson demanded, pointing the barrel towards Damian. An astute eye would pick up that the magazine of the rifle was missing… the private had forgotten to load his weapon.
After determining the lady wasn’t a threat, Oswald was watching his subordinates' interaction, the man looked familiar but he couldn’t quite put a name to the face. His attention was quickly stolen away by the sound of Autumn calling after someone and the sergeant saw them running. What were they wearing?
With a rush of adrenaline Oswald drew a police baton from his side and rushed towards the fleeing figure. “Stop!” he yelled, but the figure kept running. He quickly caught up with them and pulled his arm back, hitting the person in the back with a loud crack. The costumed figure fell forward, the little moogle bon-bon on their head bounced off the ground as the person let out a screech. “Stop resisting!” Oswald said as he pressed his knee against their back while they continued to squirm about. Damian Summers
Last Edit: Apr 18, 2020 18:40:27 GMT by Zef Naaiers
Post by Damian Summers on Apr 18, 2020 23:14:02 GMT
When the red haired turk opened the car door and entered the next car, something about her body language caught Damian's attention. He had planned to wait a few seconds before following her into the next car, but before Damian could stand up a private pointed a rifle at him and demanded to see his ID. Damian released an irritated sigh. Without speaking, Damian grabbed the front of the rifle with his metallic arm and squeezed the barrel shut. This resulted in the front of the gun being flattened like a pancake. Damian then quickly put his right hand back in his jacket pocket. "Remember your training. keep a distance of two feet between you and a suspect when pointing a firearm at them, to avoid being disarmed." Damian chose not to comment about the empty magazine, in order to avoid embarrassing the private any further in front of the civilians. Everyone made rookie mistakes, so he figured he'd cut the private some slack.
While speaking to the private, Damian heard the red haired Turk's voice in the next car as she yelled" hey! " at someone in a slightly aggressive manner. Damian quickly opened the door to the next car just in time to see her chase an individual in a moogle costume. Just as Damian was about to join in the chase, a sergeant managed to subdue the moogle by striking them on the back with a baton. He kept the moogle on the floor by pressing a knee on their spine. It was an impressive takedown.
Damian was kind of annoyed that this suspect had chosen to wear a moogle mascot costume. Mascots were supposed to be source of joy and wonder to children. And this individual had managed to corrupt something that was supposed to make children happy. Damian didn't want any children to watch a mascot getting their ass kicked, this world was already violent enough. So he began searching for any children in the area, luckily there were only two kids in this car.
While the Shin Ra sergeant held down the mascot, Damian walked toward one of the kids. It was a little girl who was already scared half to death by watching the moogle being taken down. She was tightly clutching her mother's hand. Damian knelt down on one knee in an attempt to bring himself to her height. "hey there, don't worry about Mr moogle over there. He's just a bit scared by his first train ride. That's why he was running around the train a minute ago. But that's not safe behavior now is it?" Damian spoke loud enough for both children in the car to hear him, so when he asked the question both of the children shook their heads side to side and responded with a no.
" exactly. So the Shin Ra agents over there are going to escort Mr Moogle to his seat and calm him down so everyone will be safe. Ok? And I need you to do me a favor, could you two move over to the other car with your parents, so we can help Mr Moogle?" Damian spoke kindly to the children then he shot a look at the parents of each child, and the parents immediately took their children over to the next car. Once they were gone, the gentle smile on Damian's face turned into a cold look. " Ok sergeant you may begin questioning him. These rats travel in packs. So there's no way he's alone. " Damian spoke while raising his guard, he knew that any of the civilians in this train may be the moogle's accomplices and could attack them at any moment. But atleast the children were gone, so Damian could get as violent as he had to.
Post by Autumn Nevada on Apr 19, 2020 16:14:48 GMT
Autumn pushed into the car after Sergeant Oswald and smirked at the rather impressive takedown. She liked working with Oswald. He was an ambitious squad leader and she could avoid getting her hands dirty for the most part whenever he was around.
The off-duty SOLDIER she’d seen before moved past the disturbance and began playing crowd control. She was amused by his demeanor around the kids and the change once they left.
In her opinion, there was no point in trying to shield the innocent from the reality of Midgar. They were going to have to live in it eventually. Still, she thought it surprisingly sweet that Damian Summers would even bother to try.
She waited until the train car was clear of civilians before acknowledging the Iron Demon’s suggestion. This was the Turk’s jurisdiction now and she needed to remain in control.
“Remove the head, please.” Autumn nodded to Oswald from a safe distance. Under the mask was a dark-haired man in his late twenties/early thirties with a bad case of helmet head and a five o’clock shadow. She pulled out her sense materia and took two steps closer. The moogle lit up like the Wall Market. He was probably a dealer.
“Where were you going in such a hurry Mr. Moogle?" She teased before getting suddenly very serious. "It was a bad idea to run and now you're under arrest. I suggest you start cooperating real soon.
I can tell you’ve got a lot of unequipped materia on your person. Who were you planning to sell it to?”
There was an uncomfortable silence before Mr. Moogle spit towards Autumn’s feet. He missed by inches. By now, Oswald’s men had followed them into the car and the materia dealer was hopelessly surrounded.
“Search him.” Autumn ordered. “Anything you find is evidence-” She grinned at the look of shock and dismay on the man’s face. “And bring me his ID.”
Last Edit: Apr 19, 2020 16:16:25 GMT by Autumn Nevada
Post by Sergeant Oswald on Apr 19, 2020 16:46:19 GMT
What could be seen of Pvt. Janson’s face went pale as the SOLDIER broke the barrel of his weapon. He jerked back and started fiddling with it, trying to pry it back open. “Y-Your,” he started. “The Iron Demon!” an excited voice said behind him, it was the other security officer having emerged from the car behind them. “Wow, can I have your auto-”
“Get down here!” Oswald demanded while he was tearing off the head of the moogle uniform. He threw the head on the ground next to him and the two security officers rushed to the sergeants call. The one with the working weapon kept it pointed at the moogle, while Janson drew his own baton and stood at the ready as Oswald let up some of the pressure and picked the man up by the scruff of his fluffy uniform after her spit on the ground. He pulled hard enough to make the man choke.
Oswald ripped the mascot uniform open from the front and little green orbs began to fall out of the fluff of the uniform. He kept searching as well and found a bag full of vials with little X’s on them. They were hypers, a prescribed antidepressant that slummies tended to abuse.
“What’s this?” the sergeant demanded. “Not mine,” the man finally said with a gruff voice. “Suit is a rental, must have been someone else's.” Oswald took his baton and dug it into the right side of the man’s temple, grinding it left and right to make him squirm. “Police brutality!” the man yelled through the car.
Oswald sighed and looked back at the others. “He’s got to be trying to sell, I wonder if the buyer is in one of the cars…”Damian SummersAutumn Nevada
Post by Damian Summers on Apr 21, 2020 16:16:00 GMT
From the looks of things it seemed as though the red haired turk had things under control. Under her instruction the moogle was promptly unmasked and searched. As expected, the search bore fruit in the form of illegally procured materia and hypers. It was already obvious that this costumed man was screwed, but he seemed to want to dig himself into a deeper hole. So he gave a dumb explanation for why these things had been found in his possession, then he proceeded to spit at the red haired woman. Damian calmly arched an eyebrow at the act. Then he nonchalantly slid his hands into his pockets as he watched the arrest.
Damian had seen quite a few dealers in his time, but this one was uncommonly dumb. He would clearly be the type of prisoner to give up his behind for protection by the end of the night. Damian realized that this situation didn't really require his skill set since there were no hostiles. This was just another illegal trade gone wrong, not exactly his forte. "good catch." Damian addressed his fellow Shin Ra officers in his usual calm tone as he returned to the previous car to take his seat. He would continue to keep his eyes open for any suspicious behavior, but for now he was taking it easy.
Post by Autumn Nevada on Apr 22, 2020 18:13:21 GMT
“Thanks for the assist.” Autumn nodded to Damian Summers as he passed her on the way back to his seat in the other car. She started gathering up the materia and other contraband for processing. His ID looked real enough to pass through the automated scans but it didn’t hold up to close inspection. She could faintly see the outline of where the picture had been changed out.
Autumn wanted to check the rest of the train. She was certain this man was supposed to be meeting with AVALANCHE but there was no telling if they would know the enemy even if they brushed their shoulders. They’d caught a break with this guy and she didn’t want to press her luck. She needed to get… she looked down at the ID… Clyde to HQ and interrogate him.
The train continued rocketing towards the Sector 8 station. “Get him up and ready to move.” She ordered Sergeant Oswald, “We’re getting off this train.”
The lights that lined the aisles flickered and popped, leaving the car in total darkness. Autumn drew her weapon and ducked down into a gap between the benches. She heard the familiar sound of a bullet impact although the rumbling of the train or a silencer had masked the majority of the sound.
In the other car, Damian would hear heavy footfalls above him as the assailant clambered onto the roof of the train. The lights would flicker back on to reveal the prisoner bleeding heavily from a gunshot wound.
Post by Sergeant Oswald on Apr 23, 2020 2:11:53 GMT
Sergeant Oswald had already picked the man up off the ground when the lights in the car flickered off. He heard the sound of a ‘plink’ and a sudden warmth against the same side he was holding Mr. Moogle. When the lights came back on he ran his finger on the warm spot and brought it up to his face, a red crimson dripped from the glove. He blinked, thinking he had been shot until he noticed the way that the suspect was writhing.
“What?” he said at the same time that realization came. He set the wounded man down on the bench as gently as one could while being hasty. “You watch him!” He barked at the private who had been uppity with the SOLDIER earlier. “You, up on the roof!” he said to the officer that had been a bit of a fanboy towards Damian.
He rushed towards a console on the train and began pressing buttons. There was a sudden snapping of a hatch above them, and the sound of the railway grew louder in the cabin followed by a heavy draft. The other private pulled himself up on the rooftop first. They were near the rear of the car and the private could see a figure a few cars ahead on the top of the train running towards the front. From behind he could see a long trench coat.
“F-Freeze!” the private yelled as he struggled to steady himself atop the train, his voice didn’t carry through the noise. He moved ahead and fired his weapon, but with the violent rumbling his aim was way off. The figure ahead of him heard the noise and quickly turned back and pointed a gun at him while still running. There was another ‘plink’ and the private suddenly fell backwards as the bullet impacted him. He bounced off of the rear car twice before falling to the track below. Damian Summers
Post by Damian Summers on Apr 24, 2020 5:42:05 GMT
Damian had just taken his seat when the car suddenly became dark. Then he heard the faint sound of a surpressed gunshot, upon hearing the gunshot Damian instinctively found cover. Sadly, the sound of the panicked passangers mixed with the sound of the train moving made it impossible to determine which direction the gunshot came from. When the lights came back on again, Damian quickly took inventory of his surroundings. Nothing had changed and no one was dead in here, so Clearly the shot was meant for someone in a different car.
Seconds later he heard loud footsteps on the roof of the train. Damian instantly got up from his cover and began following the footsteps he heard from above. He made sure to stay right beneath the stranger on the roof by perfectly shadowing them from below. But while he was focused on following the stranger directly above him, Damian heard another pair of footsteps on the roof. The second pair of footsteps were much softer than the footsteps he was currently following, which meant the second person on the roof of the train was quite far but they were approaching .
Once the person above him stopped moving, Damian used his elbow to break a nearby window. He then squeezed through the window and started climbing the side of the train as stealthily as possible. Luckily the speed of the train resulted in a loud roaring wind, which covered up most of the sound produced by Damian's movement on the side of the train. Eventually he had climbed high enough to briefly see the silhouette of the assassin on the roof. While the assassin focused on the private, Damian slightly shifted sideways and continued climbing.
By the time the suspect had finished shooting the private off the train, Damian had already finished climbing and had stealthily positioned himself behind the suspect. Due to having the element of surprise on his side, Damian managed to quickly deal with the stranger's firearm the moment they turned around to face him. He grabbed the firearm with his metellic hand and bent the barrel sideways. Damian then stepped back in order make sure he was properly balanced and then he took on a fighting stance. "make this interesting for me." he tried to shout, but his voice was barely audible due to the loud roaring wind and the sound of the train moving. Hopefully the stranger on top of the train with him would understand what he meant, by observing Damian's battle ready stance.
Autumn found Sergeant Oswald’s quick thinking in a crisis to be rather commendable. He was really too skilled to be an infantryman and if he were a few years younger she might have considered recommending him for SOLDIER.
The draft from the open hatch caused her copper hair to whip around her form like fire as she asked the other private for a bit of a boost, just to peek up onto the roof of the train. She watched the suspect fire at Oswald’s other man as the Damian Summers moved to cut him off at the other end of the next car over.
They must be crazy. She thought to herself as she leapt down out of the private’s hands. He winced and she noticed little marks where her heels pressed into his skin uncomfortably but he was too distracted by his companion’s demise to comment on his treatment, not that he would.
Autumn turned her attention to the wounded dealer instead. There was a simple first aid kit with some bandages inside and she did her best to slow the bleeding. She would have to rely on the others to capture the assassin, if they could. There was obviously a reason they didn’t want this man to talk.
She pulled out her cell phone and hit the number one on her speed dial. “10-53. Suspect down. I need medical assistance on the train approaching Sector 8 station. ETA 3 minutes."
Post by Sergeant Oswald on Apr 26, 2020 0:59:51 GMT
The man that Damian had intercepted had an aged weathered look to his face, he struggled to hold onto his weapon as the SOLDIER grabbed and bent his gun. Realizing it was useless he released it and bounded back as the weapon fell to the ground. He quickly retrieved a serrated blade from his coat and held it in front of him in a threatening posture. His salt and pepper hair blew in the wind, and the right side of his face was heavily scarred by burns. He looked old enough to have fought in the war, and by the look of him he might have even been from the other side.
“%#@$ you, Shin-Ra pig,” the man said as he stared Damian down.
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Meanwhile back in the car, Oswald was staring at the train console. The code to open the door worked, but the security scanner seemed to be disabled. With a frown he started to look at the route schedule. He was able to gain access to a view only map, and it appeared the train’s destination had been modified to go beyond the sector 8 section.
“We aren’t stopping at the station,” Oswald called to Autumn. “Don’t know why, but it looks like our destination is under the bridge on Loveless Avenue. I don’t know anything about computers, but my password isn’t working.”
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The insurgent pulled his coat off, revealing a vest strapped with blinking lights attached to explosives. He threw the jacket and it flew off of the train.
“You took everything from me,” the man said as he lunged towards Damian with the knife, attempting to stab him in the chest. Damian Summers NPCs are fair game to share outside of staff run events, but I don't mind.
Post by Damian Summers on Apr 27, 2020 9:18:03 GMT
Damian took a better look at the man on the roof of the train with him, it was clear that time hadn't been too kind to this man. Damian could relate, looking at this man's scarred face made him think about the horizontal scar that ran across the bridge of his own nose. Although he was much younger than this strange man, Damian couldn't help but wonder if this was how he would eventually end up if he kept fighting Shin Ra's wars. Was he eventually going to end up Bitter, broken and scarred like this old man?
Damian immediately put his train of thought on pause the moment the man pulled out a serrated blade from his coat. Initially Damian wasn't phased by the display, and when the man began swearing at him he just arched an eyebrow in slight amusement. He didn't consider this situation seriously threatening, until the man took off his coat to reveal the bomb strapped to his chest. Upon seeing the explosives Damian instantly took the man more seriously.
This man was obviously fueled by rage, which was a horrible thing in a fight because it clouded your judgment. When the man began shouting about having everything taken from him and attempted to attack with his knife, Damian didn't dodge or flinch. Instead Damian waited until the man was in range, then he grabbed the man's arm and used the man's own momentum against him to perform a very basic seoi nage judo flip. A loud thud could be heard within the train as Damian flipped the man and made him land on his back. While the man was on his back and vulnerable, Damian quickly placed his foot on the man's neck and brutally twisted the arm with the knife in it to make him drop the knife.
With his foot still on the man's neck, Damian applied just enough pressure to make breathing difficult for him. He made sure not to crush his trechea since he figured Autumn Nevada and Sergeant Oswald would want to have a word with this guy in the train. "I'm about to take you back into the train now, if you give me any $&#$... Any $&#$ at all, I swear I'll snap your neck." Damian's voice went from its usual calm and relaxed tone, to a much more serious one.