Generation Legacy (Issue #3)

In the Cafeteria...

Tommy looks at first surprised at Anika's abrupt departure, and then angry at her words, as he buries his head on the table as she leaves, "I don't understand," he mutters more to himself, "uhh Billy, I think Star and I are going to go, I got some stuff to do, alright, I will get everything setup for you."

"She is upset," Star replies flatly.

Tommy sighs, "Come on Star," he says making his way for the exit.
 

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Mark's basketball game is almost comically inept, and by the time it's over he's glad to retreat to his room and try not to think too much about people shooting at him, spies, and what kind of chemical recreation he could get locally.
 

My team sucks, Ryan laments to himself as the trio gets soundly beaten in basketball. He assumed that James and Mark would at least be competent. While Ryan was never good enough to compete on his school team and his average height was better suited for football than basketball, he could at least play well and assumed that the three Americans playing an American sport could beat the other team.

After showering, and blaming the loss on his own lack of ability, rather than his teammate's, Ryan returns to his small room.

Phenomenal cosmic power, itty-bitty living space, Ryan remarks to himself. Upon checking his e-mail, he finds that Jaleel had sent him another message. My cyberstalker returns. What should I do? Is this just some sick game to try and embarass me again, or what? What a sick little girl.

Ryan decides to ignore the message, for now, and plops down on his functionally useless bed, wondering about the new teacher, Raptor, Tommy's new girlfriend, and the rumored new student coming today. His thoughts drift towards his future.

Assuming I survive some crazy dictator trying to get his hands on me, what then? I can't stay with these people forever. Do I have any real job prospects other than hurting people with my powers? Should I just try and join Justice Elite, and use my powers 'For the good of all,' whatever that's supposed to mean?
 

John heads back to his room to get away from all the voices. He checks his email for the first time, after which he surfs the internet to check out some world news and favorite websites, including artificial-evil.net/forums. When he's had his fill of surfing the net, he checks out to see if SARAH has any computer games to play.
 

OOC: A busy weekend for me, anyways, I will be doing some updates later tonight. Tie up some loose threads, and skip ahead a few days to cover some details. I have not forgotten ye, just been busy, for once :)
 
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OCC well in that case :)

After dinner James builds up his nerve and heads over to Kiyana room and hits the buzzer. He tries to be calm and cool when and if she answers the door, thinking the whole time Maybe I should have showered again after dinner... I brushed my teeth but maybe another shower would not have hurt? Did I wear the right cloths for this? I mean I know we are going to look at cloths and pick something for me for the dance but is this good for casual yet 'cool'? Should I have pick up some flowers? Guys always give girls flowers... and chocolates... why do girls like chocolate so much anyway?
 

Cassie sits on her bed looking up at the ceiling, her thoughts blank as she metally replays the image of her 'sister' in the tanks in the future, trying to figure out how she plays in all this and figure out why the seizure of one elite.. even one potentially as powerful as Ryan, could turn things as much as she saw in the future.

"What is going on?"
 

Another Day come to an end...

The majority of the students eventually retire to their rooms, some with heavy hearts, and others with their hearts floating on air. Emotions are charged, perhaps out of the close quarters, but at least things feel, and seem calm.

Kiyana is nowhere near as nervous as James, and seem to enjoy the shopping escapade throiughout the virtua web, matching a variety outfits together for the hapless James. Kiyana also shops through a variety of dresses, and outfits, and find s afew she likes, but decides to wait to see if she can find a better deal later on.

For others, questions are raised, with no answers in sight, and the answers percieved may not be the ones they would want to see. Th truth was sometimes harder to bear then fantasy...

The Intervening Three Days…

The students are divided into teams; Billy, John, Mark, Ryan, Cassandra, and Anika have been assigned to Team Alpha. These teams are similar to the classes, but the training is much more intense then what the normal students have been receiving, with a heavy dose of ethics, tactics, and public relations instruction. Mr. McCallister is a different teacher then Jun Min, where she is encouraging and somewhat forgiving, Mr. McCallister is a harsh taskmaster, full of criticism, constructive but still biting. The days are long, twelve to sixteen hour days, with early starts, and intense power training.

The students are pushed to succeed, but also to respect the fact that they are not immortal, that despite their powers they are putting their lives on the line, and if this is the path they wish to take, then they must take it seriously. It is obvious that Mr. McCallister and Jun Min share a reservation that putting young adults in the line of danger may be a mistake but it seems that the powers that be, are pushing for the team to go active in the next few months. It seems that the negative press about baseline violence by elites is affecting the image of elites everywhere negatively, and the United Nations feels that a new team of young elites may be the shot in the arm that can turn things around.

But that brings little solace, when the students suffer a stern berating by Mr. McCallister, for lack of restraint, or foresight, or any number of faults. Jun Min is reassuring, of course, and seems suitably impressed with the progress, but Mr. McCallister has no illusions, he knows the team has a long way to go, before they are ready to take on the world stage.

The Black Room

Mr. McCallister paced back and forth, the tapping of his cane ominous in the long hallway as Team Alpha stood, in their shiny new Synthetic Polymorphic Uniforms, Ivana Renoir originals. The material is highly durable and capable of shifting shape by matching the resonant energies in the elites body, allowing it to survive transformations, and even altered through concentrated effort into actually clothing, or uniforms. Jun Min, Tommy, and a portly man with balding blonde hair, and dubious blue eyes are in attendance.

The portly fellow is dressed in a business suit, and seems to be observing the team, he watches idly as Mr. McCallister paces for long moments before speaking, “Alright, this morning, we are going to introduce the lot of you to the next logical step in your training, a full out combat training exercise. But don’t think of this as a brawl, that would be entirely too simple, life is rarely a brawl, there will be objectives, and these objectives often take precedence over just beating your opponent into submission.”

He pauses to let the words sink in, “This is a test, your first test, it will be graded, and I will be observing your ability to adapt, to stay calm, and to follow the objectives. It sounds simple but it won’t be, trust me on that, nothing in life is simple. I call this test Evolution, the terrain will be an urban sprawl, a city, though the city will be non-specific. You will be brought in by Aerodyne, and dropped off approximately 3.8 miles from the target. What is the target? It is a military facility, currently housing black technology, technology that goes against the strictures of UNSAC*, and therefore must be shut down. The actual facility is a tower, a twelve-story office building, within a controlled area. Most of the opposition will be baselines, but we have inserted four elites for intense combat assessment purposes.”

Mr. McCallister paused to let all that sink in, then continued, “The Rules of Engagement will be standard Justice Elite protocol, Lethal force is not authorized for any reason short of averting massive loss of life. You are not judge, jury, and executioner, you will engage only to remove the enemies capability of attack. If there is a fatality, the exercise will be terminated, there will be no exception. At this time it is unknown what the capabilities of the four elites may be, but we suspect that they may be Charlie** class. You will have to bypass the personnel, the elites, and any internal defenses, retrieve the Black technology and then return to the drop point for pickup. You will have 120 minutes to complete this test.”

Mr. McCallister turned to the team, “If you have any questions now is the time…”


Editor’s Notes
*UNSAC stands for United Nations Scientific Advancement Council
* Elites are often measured by class, in power; Alpha is typical a novice or very weak elite (PL 7 or lower), Bravo is often a raw talent and fairly powerful elite (PL 8-9), Charlie is a powerful elite, many o the more popular elites are in this class (PL 10-12), Delta are very powerful, and often dangerous (PL 13-15), and for all other Omega is simply used, there is no elite on file, or on record that has abilities that constitute an Omega rank, it is suspected Cardinal the leader of Pantheon may be this powerful…
 
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No fatalities? This will certainly be different from our last fight; how many people did I murder.Ryan sighs, regretting losing his temper and blasting several of the soldiers to their deaths. Still, not even Paladin can pull his punches as solid steel. I wonder what he'll do. And there's no reason to emphasize our lack of abilities; we're only teenagers. Heck, we did better against Phase than Justice Elite Beta, and now I know how to kill her.

Ryan tentatively raises his hand, looking nervously at each face in the room, specifically McCallister. "What kind of technology is this? I mean, if its some big bomb or something..." Who is the fat, balding guy? With luck, Mark or somebody will ask that. Probably UN Personnel overseeing their 'investment.'

Ryan raises his hand again, remembering some details from their last real fight, not this virtual one. "Excuse me, but you say we are facing baseline opponents. Last time we fought baselines, I remember hardsuit troopers and cyborgs. Exactly what kind of technology are these people equipped with?"
 

Ryan tentatively raises his hand, looking nervously at each face in the room, specifically McCallister. "What kind of technology is this? I mean, if its some big bomb or something..."

Mr. McCallister replies in kind not missing a beat, "Good question for the basis of this exercise, the technologies capabilities will not be accessed, it is irrelevent, consider it the goal. No matter what it must be retrieved, intact and returned to the drop-point."

"Excuse me, but you say we are facing baseline opponents. Last time we fought baselines, I remember hardsuit troopers and cyborgs. Exactly what kind of technology are these people equipped with?"

"They are baseline soldiers," Mr. McCallister replied, "they are armed with small arms, and high velocity bodyarmor in some cases. There actual capability against elites such as yourself, is merely secondary. There only real strength will be numbers."
 

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