RydaRyan
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Post by RydaRyan on Apr 1, 2009 13:51:29 GMT -5
  The First World War has ended with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles. The German population is in an outrage. Germany can no longer build a military to rise to power. If this cannot be done, then other means shall be accomplished, a Global Conquest.   The year is now 1941 and the Second World War is underway. Germany, Italy, and Japan formed the Axis Powers and were opposed by the Allied Forces of Great Britain, United States, and Soviet Union.   A man dressed in a German War Dress Attire with dark shades was seen in a black Sudan. The vehicle had pulled up to an old barn in a wastelands of Germany. The barn was old and abandoned with most of its wooden structure rotted.   The man stepped out of his Sudan feeling the damp soggy ground beneath him. He walked towards the large sliding door of the barn. He knocked on the door at a rhythmic pace that signaled a passcode. The door slide open and revealed another German man dressed in black.   “Ansgar!” The man in black called out. Both men appeared to somewhat know each other.   “Hallo. Ich bin mit das Bundestag. Wir hat einen ambieten für dich." The man in black was saying he was with the German Legislature, and that he had a proposal for Ansgar.   “Was würde dich fragen von mich?" Ansgar replied asking the man what he would like him to do.   The man cleared his throat viciously and explained to him that Germany demands to have their rightful place as the most powerful nation in the world. He mentioned that with the Treaty of Versailles, their Nation barely has money to grow economically and structurally. With the Allied Forces against them their progress to advance has been halted.   Ansgar impatiently ordered the man to get to the point. The man straightened his back and told Ansgar that he would pay him $3.2 billion if he could help the German Army defeat the Allied Powers. His first task would be to assassinate the political leader of Great Britain to further their advance on Germany's plan called Operation Sealion.   “Ja, Ich werde tun es." Ansgar said accepting the agreement with only one condition. That he receives half of the money now. The man was hesitant to agree to those but agreed and paid Ansgar who immediately left to prepare for his contract.
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Post by G-Nation on Apr 6, 2009 22:20:02 GMT -5
  Somewhere in the coastal of waters of Great Britain, high-ranking members of the Allied Forces called a meeting aboard one of their warships.   “Gentlemen!" A voice called out to a briefing room filled with government officials and military personnel who sat around an oval table. The man was Cobra Flair, a General in the Royal Army. He was dressed in a military dress with a full head of blonde hair. His dark blue eyes watched the room as they others analyzed their briefing folders before them.   “As you all know” General Flair continued, “we’ve secured victory over the Luftwaffe. Now Germany is planning something else. Our intel suggests that Germany intends to assassinate our Prime Minister, Winston Churchill."   The briefing room became cluttered with chatter as the men among the room debated. The Chief Officers of the British Battleship claimed the people down and the audience quieted down.   “This war will not end if we bicker amongst ourselves. We’ve stationed troops all throughout Europe to combat the Germans.”   A French Navel Captain who was assisting the British Navy was smoking a cigarette. “Je déteste les Allemands!" He shouted in French taking about how he hated the Germans.   “We have hired a skilled Gunman to aid us in the protection of our Nation.” General Flair told the other Officials. “He is an American from the South and is proficient with firearms. He will protect Churchill.”   The British Navel Ship return to the Navel Outpost where it was greeted by a cowboy dressed in all black. His boots, hat, and duster were dark and he had four Colt Single Action Army Revolvers strapped to him. As the Officials exited the vessel towards the base the cowboy was spotted. A few Navel Troops pointed their riffles at the cowboy as he stood in silence watching them.   “Hold your fire!” General Flair shouted. “This is our man!”   The Troops lowered their weapons. The Cowboy introduced himself by the name of EnForcer. All other pleasantries were skipped as he informed the Troops of his mission.   “Don't worry, ya'll all safe with me." EnForcer said as walked with the General towards the base of operations.   EnForcer and General Flair gathered in the Main Control Hub of the base which required the highest clearance level to gain entry. British Prime Minster Winston Churchill waited them inside along side some of the Allied Forces top scientists.   It was discussed that the UK have successfully established the world’s first Super Solider. A project so Top Secret that the participant was unaware of his involvement. A soldier by the name of Frank Jaeger was a man nearly killed in action during the beginning of the war. He was found alive in a war zone severely dismembered and burned.   As far as his family, friends, and government is concerned Frank Jaeger is deceased and was presumed killed in action. In reality his body was transformed into weapon with advanced technology of weaponry and armor.   “Well put” EnForcer called out to the people in the room. “You’re not absolutely correct about your previous statement. American scientists actually created the world's first super solider. Apparently he's called Captain America.” EnForcer shrugged his shoulders and left the room. He decided to check out this Super Soldier for himself.   Heading to Research and Development Lab EnForcer observed the construction of the Super Soldier. From the upper glass observatory he could see the operating room below.   A male man who was missing all his limbs except his head, torso, and left arm was strapped to the operating table. He was moaning in pain as the doctors surrounded him. Several tubes were connected to his body pumping a white fluid into him. The fluid appeared to be some sort of muscle enchanter as his body began flexing with his muscle tissue growing abnormally.   Off to the side of the operating table was a red and blue eco-suit. The suit itself was a three piece suit with a helmet, interchangeable arm, and a full body chassis. The chest piece was painted with the Union Jack flag. It was the top of the line suit with mechanics and armor plating. The arm with the suit was designed like a blaster cannon.   EnForcer was soon greeted by the lead scientist on the project. He was overseeing the development and armed with a clipboard. He had been documenting the entire project. He spotted EnForcer with a disguised look on his face.   “I know it may seem unethical… but what is done is done.” The lead scientist said jotting some notes as he began to leave. Upon exiting he said, “Besides, he is just another pawn of the government.”   “Pawn?” EnForcer said angrily. “We are not tools for the government.” The lead scientist chuckled under his breath almost ignoring EnForcer all together before leaving. EnForcer took one long last look at the man. The next time he would see him, he will be in his suit of armor. Part of EnForcer wondered if the man would the same or if he would be subject to some sort of conditioning.   EnForcer tipped his hat to the soldier as a sign of wishing him luck. The soldier appeared to look at EnForcer and they shared a brief moment of eye contact as the scientists prepared to put him into the suit.   EnForcer left the R&D Lab and wondered the base. He prepared himself mentally and physically for his protection detail of the Prime Minister.   A few days passed and Britain’s new Super Soldier was ready to be revealed. In the main operating center there were several people sitting around a large table. Among the people were Prime Minister Churchill, EnForcer, and the top officers of the Allied Forces.   Within moments the bio-mechanical solider stepped out from the doors and entered the operating center. The machine man stood tall and firm as his blue, red, and white exoskeleton suit shined brightly under the lights. An electrically charge Katana hung on his back.   He examined the room looking at each person. His vision was red with outlines of black. A white grind spawned on his heads up display and he could see readouts of data on each individual. Among the information displayed was height, weight, and anything registered by the government. He could see if people had licenses and their current address.   The lead scientist stood up from the table “Gentlemen” he said loud and proud. “May I introduce to you our solution to the war, Project Fox.” The people within the room all applauded except EnForcer.   General Flair addressed the audience. “We shall now exercise Operation Fox.” He looked at the cyborg. “Your call sign is Gray Fox.” The cyborg stood still motionless and listening.   General Flair explained that Operation Fox was the code name for Britain’s attack on Germany. Gray Fox was to undertake the mission with the objectives of destroying all concentration camps and freeing the prisoners while defeating all enemy combatants.   After obtaining his mission objectives, Fox was accompanied by other soldiers to the war room where he would prepare his gear and await further instructions.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on May 2, 2009 9:46:37 GMT -5
  Somewhere in Nazi Territory outside of Germany in an area now occupied by the German Army, Fox was dispatched. A tented flat bed truck disguised by the Allies to be a German Cargo Carrier smuggled him into the Territory. Riding in the back unseen he remained silent and motionless as he waited to reach his destination.   The Allies could not risk being compromised so Fox could only be taken so far. He was instructed to locate a convoy in the surrounding area that would lead him to the location of their base and prison camp. Fox abandoned the vehicle with the Allies and continued his mission solo and on foot.   It wasn’t long before he discovered the convoy. It was stopped by the side of the road as one of the drivers was pissing in a near by field. Fox was able to recon the area and the soldiers. Three vehicles and men armed with machine guns. With his scanners he detected seven life forms.   Six soldiers and one man tied up in the back of the vehicle in the middle. Two soldiers were stationed in each vehicle. The soldier taking a leak returned and climbed into the leading vehicle. Within moments the convoy returned to motion.   Fox followed closely activating his stealth camouflage. It was a small mechanism built into his war suit that allowed the armor to bend light around it creating an invisible field.   After traveling several miles behind the convoy Fox came to his first target. It was the first of concentration camps that he would destroy. Eight guards were scattered throughout the perimeter not including the six from the convoy.   Two were stationed by the front gate while the others patrolled the inside. The camp was fairly open with caged dugouts for prisoners and tented quarters for the soldiers. In the center of the camp stood a wooden stage with hanging beams. A prisoner was strung up by his neck dangling violently has his hands were tied behind his back. A soldier watched, laughing as the prisoner ceased to draw breath. Another soldier was leading prisoners to an empty field. They were all shackled together with chains. The soldier instructed the prisoners to get on their knees and they obeyed only to be shot in the back of the head.   Still under the effects of his stealth camouflage, Fox activated his thermal vision and scanned the area. He made his infiltration by leaping over the barbed wire fence surrounding the camp. He made his way to the guard barracks and immediately used his katana to hack the soldiers within to pieces. It was quick and silent. The soldiers had no time to react for they saw nothing except their last thoughts as they instantly died. Fox left the blood covered barracks and moved to the caged prisoners. He crushed the lock with his robotic hand and freed the prisoners.   Fox looked at the trucks with the armed soldier coming out. He deactivated his cloaking field and slowly walked towards the soldiers. He was to be a distraction so the prisoners could get away and hide. Pressing a button on his left wrist, his left arm began to materialize into a plasma cannon. He aimed it at the barbed wire fence and fired a Sonic wave of plasma melting a gapping hole in the fence. The prisoners dashed and escaped through the melted fence. Several soldiers heard the blast and marched into position. They spotted Fox and aimed their weapons at the cyborg Ninja.   “Eindringling!” They shouted. Yelling about an intruder. “Auslieferung oder Würfel!" They continued shouting to surrender or die, in their native tongue.   Fox gazed around at the enemies and the weaponry pointed at him. In a computer and encriptic voice he responded. “Surrender or die". He had repeated to them as his targeting system within his helmet began to lick-on multiple targets. The soldiers opened fire having their bullets reflect from the cyborgs armored war suit. Fox dashed forward with his katana removing a soldiers head from his body with a single slice. Aiming the plasma cannon at a soldier he fired Turing him into a pile of goo. Another katana strike eliminated another soldier.   One soldier armed with a rocket launcher fired a rocket at Fox. With an explosion the rocket directly hit him in the chest. With a cloud of smoke, the remaining soldiers waited for the smoke to dissipate.   The Computer voice of Fox echoed through just as the smoke cleared. “ Your efforts have failed.” Fox’s armed rematerialized into his actual arm. He walked over to the leftover soldiers. They were shouting profanities in German. Fox managed to punch a hole in the chest cavity of one and rip the arms of another. By the time he was finished all the German soldiers laid death at his feet.   “Liberated!” Fox’s computer voice called out.
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Post by G-Nation on May 2, 2009 18:29:39 GMT -5
  “Fox" a voice called from within Fox’s helmet. It was the voice of General Flair. "Status report Fox. What is your position?"   Within Fox’s mask a heads-up display appeared. Text filled his visor reading that is current objectives have been completed. He had successfully destroyed a prisoner compound, rescued hostages, and eliminated all threats except one. He closed the log turned his attention to a surviving soldier. He was in rough shape but alive. He picked him up with ease and slung him over his shoulder. “RTD.” His computerized voice responding to the General.   “Copy that. Get to the LZ.” The General commanded.   Fox wasted no time and made his way to the LZ. A British Air Carrier was on stand-by. He tossed the German soldier in and he was secured by English Troops. He boarded the carrier and it took off. Fox looked at the horizon leaving behind the destroyed prison camp. Fox was a talented and emotionless killer. His creators had successfully resurrected the Super Soldier Formula to what they believed to be a success. However, they had actually took the life of a man and created a monster to fight monsters.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on May 2, 2009 23:21:38 GMT -5
  Fox would arrive at and English Operations Centre and as he stepped out of the plane, the soldiers in the base around him started to clap and cheer. He briefly looked around at the Soldiers and then continued to walk forward into a small bunker. He moved towards the lab to a cryogenic freezing chamber. It was platform with a cylindrical tube. He stood on the platform as the sliding door opened. Once inside, the automatic doors closed and a cloud of gas filled the chamber as he stood idle. As the gas surrounded Fox he began to slowly rest in his peaceful slumber. He could just barely hear the scientists talk amongst each other.   “I hear the bastard went crazy on those Germs.” One Scientist mentioned.   “Yeah” another called out. “I don't think those Nazi's will be hurting Jews for a while.”   The one scientist glanced over at the tube containing Fox. “Do you think he can hear us?” He asked while waving his hand over the glass tube.   “N'ah, the piece of junk is offline… Just look at him, we made him and he gets the credit of being the hero.” The scientist went to his desk and sat down by his computer.   The other scientist kept looking at Fox. “Yeah… Poor bastard… I can’t believe he was alive when we found him. We took his arm off, man did he squirm.”   “Just remember, the Government gave the orders. Orders to erase his memories too. As far as the world is concerned, this man was KIA. It’s not like anyone is going miss him anyway.”   Fox stood idle in his chamber. He had heard enough and resisted the gas. Absorbing the information he had heard he felt somewhat emotional. From inside his mask, a tear rolled from his eye as he attempted to think about about his memories. Glimpses and flashes flooded his mind of incomplete pictures. It was as if he was looking at a puzzle with most of the pieces missing.   After a few minutes of trying to access his memories he began to feel jolts of pain throughout his body. Or at least what was left of his human body. A torso, a head, and a single arm was all that was all that remained yet he felt the phantom pain of his missing limbs. The pain grew immensely to the point Fox became enraged. With his anger he completely awoke from his slumber and punched a hole through the opening of his chamber. Leaving the chamber he began to March towards the exit.   “Fox!” One of the scientists shouted. “What are you doing? You can not leave containment.”   Fox ignored both scientists marching past them leaving the lab behind him. He moved along the corridors and made his way to the command center. He wanted to confront the General about what he had heard. Moving into the command center he spotted General Flair. He was sitting behind a desk looking at battle plans all while puffing on a cigar.   General Flair looked up to see Fox approaching his desk. “Can I help you with something Frank?” He asked as Fox stood idle in front of him.   Fox held his head as it continued to pound. “My memories” he said. “What did you do with them?” The General showed no concern and said nothing. He continued to look at his battle plans. This angered Fox and he tossed all the contents on the desk to the floor. “Why don’t I remember volunteering for this position?” The visor on his helmet popped open revealing his pale white skin with a massive scar across his face. His eyes appeared to be solid white and lifeless. “What happened to me?”   One of the scientists walked in. He was holding a remote control with buttons and dials. Pressing one of the buttons on the remote sent a signal into Fox’s war suit. Suddenly, his suit was sending him electric shocks. As the electricity surged through his body he collapsed to his knees screaming and convulsing.
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Post by G-Nation on May 4, 2009 15:42:12 GMT -5
  “Enough" General Flair called as he stood from his desk. "Leave Frank alone!" The scientist flipped a switch on the remote and the electricity subsided.   Fox needed a moment to recalibrate. He slowly picked himself off the ground. “What happened to me? What is wrong with my arm?” Fox questioned.   “I’m sorry” General Flair continued puffing his cigar. “I had no control over what happened.” The General gathered up the scattered papers across the ground and stuffed them into his desk. “I may be a General, but even I answer to somebody.”   “What about the Assassination attempt? Does the Prime Minister need my protection?”   General Flair looked at Fox. He face showed signs of disgust. He was not sure what to tell him. “The Prime Minister” he said, “does not need your protection. EnForcer is doing just find.” The General was almost hesitant, pausing for a brief moment. “Officials designed you as a killing machine. You are made to kill… Nothing else. Your entire body is monitored. If you disobey, you’ll receive electric shocks. You go rouge, you die. If you had died on that battlefield, then none of this would have happened.”
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on May 6, 2009 18:32:48 GMT -5
  Fox quickly became enraged. He slammed his fists across the General’s desk collapsing it in two. He then stormed out of the command center having the soldiers stare at him awkwardly as he shoved them out of his path. Knocking the doors from their hinges, he busted through the lab. In a fit of rage he began to destroy the lab. Knocking over tables and smashing beakers he wrecked everything that could be broken.   The scientist with the remote had followed Fox into the lab. He watched as Fox ransacked his work space. Years of his work being destroyed before his eyes. He cranked the dial on the remote and activated the electric shocks. Fox stopped dead in his tracks and electricity once again surged through him. This time, the voltage was higher and more painful. Using the last of his energy, Fox materialized his arm into his cannon and blasted the remote from the scientists hand. Fox got up from the ground and moved towards the scientist. His visor on his helmet closed and he targeted the scientist. Fox wanted to hurt him, but texts of programming flooded his heads up display preventing him from harming him.   “Don’t do that again.” Fox demanded. His voice was firm and frightening.   “You are ruining everything!” The scientist shouted.   Fox was appalled. Ruin everything. It was he who had ruined everything. Fox had lost everything. He was barely even human and couldn’t control himself. He stood idle, glaring at the wreckage around him. He noticed a military file on the ground. Upon examination he discovered it to be the records of military men who have been decommissioned due to illness and injury.   “What is this?” Fox demanded.   “Potential candidates to become Super Soldiers.” The scientist was choking on his words and mumbling out of fear. “We plan to make more, an army so we can win this war.”   “More!” Fox was furious as he thought for a moment of the conditions of his life. “How many lives will you take away? I was not dead… I had a life.”   “Did you? You were a damn vegetable when we found you. Completely unresponsive. We saved you.”   Fox came to his senses and relaxed. He was unable to determine if this action was acceptable or not. Were these people right or wrong. He glared at the scientist. It had appeared the man soiled himself because he was afraid. Fox moved towards his chamber and climbed in. He was stationary and needed to be recharged. He was silent for a moment as the scientist cleaned up. As the scientist activated the chamber, Fox spoke.   “As soon as my main objectives are complete, I want my life back. If not, I will find a way to make you all suffer.”
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Post by G-Nation on May 7, 2009 20:25:42 GMT -5
  A few days passed before Fox was woken from his chamber. Several scientists were scattered throughout the lab working. The lab looked a little disorganized, however most damages were either cleaned up or repaired. The computer had been monitoring Fox and his vitals and the scientists viewed the information. Everything appeared to be functioning as it should and Fox was clear for duty. Fox left the lab through the corridor. Upon exiting the door he had destroyed earlier, it bumped a man on the other side, knocking hit hat from his head. Fox picked up the brown cowboy hat and handed to the man. He stood out because most of the people on base were either in lab coats or military uniforms. The Cowboy in western wear was somewhat familiar.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on May 8, 2009 22:05:04 GMT -5
  It was EnForcer and he had thanked Fox for retrieving his hat. “A cowboy ain't no good with his hat… Are you alright Frank?”   Fox was unsure. “I don’t know.” He responded. “People keep calling me Frank, but I’m not sure that is my real name.” He looked at his hand observing the mechanical parts. “I suppose I was once called that.” Fix couldn’t help but notice how different EnForcer looked. It was not the 1800’, it was the 1940’s why was he dressed strangely? “You’re different… not military, explain?”
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Post by G-Nation on May 15, 2009 19:44:20 GMT -5
  EnForcer lowered the brim of his hand before lighting a cigar. He puffed on it several times and raised a brow. Lifting his head he looked directly at Fox. “I ain’t no soldier” he explained. “That’s why. I work for the largest some of cash.” He puffed his cigar again and exhaled a large cloud of smoke.   “You could say I am a Mercanaray. A contract man. I’m a weapons specialist and interrogation is my game. I grew up in the West on a ranch... Nothin' better than the home life of a farm.” EnForcer puffed his cigar again and puffed out smoke shapped like a ring. "There are somethings a man just gets used to.” He pated one his Colt Action Armies which rested on his hip. "These are the greatest handguns ever made, sixshots more than enough to kill that moves." He pulled one out and twirled around his finger and hand performing some interesting gunplay. He smiled and placed it in it's holster after Fox was losing interest.   Together they walked down the corridor towards the doors to the outside.“ I know what happened to you Frank. I was here the day they brought you in.”
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Jun 2, 2009 22:17:11 GMT -5
  “I know that after the War, I’m not getting life back. It doesn’t matter what happened to me. As soon as they’re done with me it is back to Cryogenic Freezing. Either for an eternity or until I’m needed again. I am no longer a man… I am a machine.”   The two of them went through the door and found themselves in the courtyard. Several soldiers were performing drills and training.
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Post by G-Nation on Jun 6, 2009 8:59:46 GMT -5
  “It doesn’t matter how this war ends, as long as I get paid… I have been contracted to do all sorts of jobs. You aren’t the only Super Soldier you know. But you are one of the few that still has his humanity intact. Germany has Super Soldiers but their completely mechanical.”
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Nov 7, 2009 20:07:28 GMT -5
  “The only reason this branch chose to use a human, is because humans can be controlled. Machine can be disobedient and reprogrammed… So you just a mercenary, work for money?”
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Post by G-Nation on Nov 12, 2009 18:55:34 GMT -5
  EnForcer smiled. "I have more respect for what I do rather than the money. I follow the law… The laws of whatever place I'm serving in." EnForcer tipped his hat to soldier passing by. “I prefere the term EnForcement Rental." He slung his Colt Single Action Army around performing a few more tricks. "As soon as this war is done, I'm back out West.”   EnForcer tossed his cigar on the ground and using his boot smothered it.   “I'd end the war myself, shoot Churchill in the face - right between the eyes... Won't feel a thing.” It was quiet for a moment. “But I'm here for England not Germany… Perhaps even get to kill Adolf, if I was paid too. Nah, call me what you want. In the West they call me EnForcer. No other name no family. A man with a gun that does right by my own law."
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