De.Z.Io.N.

[Eltee]

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Mars is awesome Hellenic time.

[Kerr]

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Of course this starts just as school exams start. I''m still in I just won't be able to post a lot.

[Sav]

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I'm ready, but have a busy day on saturday.

[AddictedtoMorrowind]

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I guess I'm ready.

[Kiz]

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Since this seems fashionable... I can start tomorrow night Feel free to make a start though

[Frost Mage]

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I'm ready

[VirtualWeasel]

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I'm ready, I changed to a soldier.

[Frost Mage]

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So when is it planned to start?

[MARS]

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I'm waiting for confirmation from everyone. I'll send PMs.

[Eltee]

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I'm waiting for confirmation from everyone. I'll send PMs.

I put a pm in yo pm so you can confirm while you confirm

[POMC S117]

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Can I join?

[MARS]

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Absolutely.

[POMC S117]

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I'll be a soldier! My name will be... John Codlak.

[MARS]

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He lacks a...cod? A thousand cruel nicknames come to mind. Anything else?

[Eltee]

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How inventive. Yet another John.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

I'm ready.

[POMC S117]

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Hush! You've used Irri about 5 times!

[MARS]

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Well, I'll need a tad more than a name and a profession, I'm afraid. Hurry it up, I'm starting this soon.

[Eltee]

I'm a bad example, Pom Pom.

[POMC S117]

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Mars, I'm sorry but I'm going to drop out. I didn't realise that I'd have to sacrifice the internet to move.

[MARS]

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Ah, okay then. You can always join later.

[POMC S117]

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In that case I'll join now but "activate" later.

Name: John Codlak
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Specialty: Soldier
Appearance: He looks a bit like Delvin Mallory but nicer.
Personality: He is a gruff, no-nonsense guy and is by nature very strong.
Weapons: A laser pistol and a laser rifle.
Bio: After an accident, John couldn't remember a single memory before his 40th birthday. He went into the criminal underworld to find out more about his life but just got dragged in more.

[MARS]

You have been living on De.Z.Io.N. your entire life. In the past you may have thought that it was a good place, that the U.N.A. had set things right, or maybe you have always hated what the world you live in stands for. Regardless of sooner or later, at some point you realized that something was wrong, and you began to fight, in your way. You may have started trashing stray security robots, sabotaging factories or clothing dispensers. Now you have the opportunity to truly fight; and change something. You have been offered a place in the N.A.F.P., the only organization that seems to be doing something against the flawed rule of the U.N.A. You accepted the offer, and now it is time to leave your previous life behind and don the invisible cloak of revolution.

Layer -442, worker district, building 291
Day 134 of the year 13459
23:04

It was so dark that Cosmo could barely make out his hand as he stretched it out in front of him. He was there. This was where the message had told him to come. Nervously, he brushed his chocolate coloured fringe out of his eyes. The darkness was making him uneasy. What if it was a trap? What if the U.N.A. had caught him on camera on of his nightly strides?
He had no chance to think further, as a pair of strong hands grabbed him from behind, one covering his mouth, the other wrapped around his chest. Cosmo tried to scream in vain.
“Quiet!” a voice hissed behind him. “Inside with you!” The hands pulled him backwards. He stumbled and fell onto the hard metal floor of…wherever he was. The hands had let him go. He jerked away in the total darkness as he heard a heavy door closing. I’m f*cked, he thought just as the lights went on. It was so bright that he could see nothing for a few seconds. He was in a large storage room, along with a handful of other people, most of them young, around his age.

“Sorry I scared ya!” the same voice he had heard before sounded from the door. It belonged to a tall, broad man with a square jaw and the hint of a mocking smile on his lips. “Security above all.”

“A-are you…with the N.A.F.P.?” Cosmo stammered, his eyes flicking from his to the other people in the room.

The man chuckled. “If I wasn’t you’d be unconscious and on your way to a questioning facility now,” he replied. “Yeah, I’m with the N.A.F.P. I’m the recruiter. You can call me…Finn.”

That reassured Cosmo. “And they…”

“They’re your partners in crime to be,” Finn confirmed. “Now, we ain’t got much time!” he said, turning to the rest. “We have to get to the safe house. Follow me, and be quiet!”
He started walking towards a flight of stairs at the far end of the room. Cosmo followed him and the others up the stairs. It seemed to take ages. Just as he thought his feet would give in, the stairs stopped. He hadn’t been looking where he was going and tried to climb another step when there was none. He stumbled and nearly fell. Finn grabbed him by the arm and yanked him up, shaking his head.

This room was considerably larger, and far better illuminated. Gel filled armchairs and sofas were positioned in a half-circle in the middle of the room. Finn gestured for everyone to sit.

“You’re all here for the same reason!” he declared as soon as everyone was seated. He stood in front of the half-circle of seats so that everyone could see him.
“You’re here because you know somethin’s wrong. And you wanna change that.” He paused and a few affirmative murmurs and silence ensued.

“Well, we are your chance. Together we can bring the U.N.A. down and rebuild our world, make it a better place.” He paused again and looked at his recruits. Most of them were young and hotblooded, forged in the fires of the lower layers. A few older faces here and there reminded him that it was not just young recklessness and lust for adventure that had led them all here.

“I ain’t one for speeches, you’ll have to excuse that,” he said. “There ain’t much to be said anyway. What is to be said, are your names. This house is secured for a few hours, no one will know we were here.”

[POMC S117]

"My name is John Codlak. I'm willing to risk life and limb for the cause." He growled.

[Eltee]

Rysati Forsberg didn't speak up, and simply watched the others, muted hostility seeming to flow from every pore, every fibre of her existence.