Futuristic Being Good Doesn’t Get You Paid (Main)

[PotatoCakes]

“Time is money”, they say. Which holds true to VIPER’s morals, criminals worked day and night to earn their pay. And it was worth it, one could rake up cash in the millions in a day. With several missions of course, becoming a billionaire in a day would just be too easy in these world. But you probably could within a month of being a top criminal at VIPER.

Now what would you do with all this money? Many had ideas of spoiling themselves with riches, or paying off debts. Maybe to support your family, hm?

We all have our different reasons for being here, but what we all have in common is the drive to get cash fast. So that’s just what we’ll do.
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2049
November, 7th
Location: Rural New York State
10:00 a.m
VIPER’s headquarters were spread far and wide, usually hidden in undetectable bases under the earth. Though they were it least around a 100 miles close towards a major city, such as Chicago, New York, or Tokyo. Hiding a supreme hideout of the world’s most wanted fugitives under a huge city would be a horrendous idea, instead there were tunnels beneath. Incredibly vast, and relatively abandoned, they made the perfect mode of transportation since they hooked up to the empty former subway systems.

Ever since subways were left for above-ground bullet trains, they became a hot spot for some sketchy activity, and VIPER got on board as soon as they could.

Base was almost like a home to criminals, VIPER provided comfortable housing for low fees, had a variety of food options, and offered a education when one wasn’t on the front lines.

Bases were sleek, clean, and polished. Supporting the most advanced technology, very little humans worked lower jobs. Clerks, accountants, chefs, janitors, and housekeepers, were all jobs performed by top of the line trained androids. Each had their own personality and could maintain human-like expressions and conversations, though they still lacked a conscious of sorts.

Today was just like any other day you worked at VIPER, androids milling about and attending to their duties. Few criminals lingered around in the common areas, as most had left to complete missions before 5 am. Others still remained in their rooms, gearing up for the night missions of today.

But there was something slightly different about today, you were being assigned a new team. Which was rather odd, maybe they found other criminals who would be more compatible with your personality and tactics? Your appointment with your team’s new Broker was at 10:15 today, so you were in a bit of a rush to get ready, head out from your apartment-like room, down your assigned hall, across the main lounge area, and finally to the meeting areas. Here, Brokers and criminals gathered to exchange information on a mission, as well as what a client particularly wanted.​

 

[Trektek]

YX404 also known as the Soviet Scorcher was still getting used to working for this new organization of criminals. It was a far different experience than working for the government wielding the full might of the Communist Soviet Empire. Though their technology is far greater than anything he was made with or even than the Soviets possessed. He was still facing the impossibility that his precious empire had crumbled into dust and that this organization was his best shot at bringing back everything that he loved and cherished about his time.

In his time, he had fought countless heroes, from those that supported capitalisms to ones that were of dictatorships. He had no preferences other than having a good time and supporting the powers of his country. Now he would be fighting those lo lower levels, but he, himself was of aged technology and not as tip top as he once was, being in storage for so long.

He had been given some solo missions before with this organization, but now he was told that he would be assigned to a team. That would be different as he never fought in a team before, but for the good of the rebuilding the Soviet Empire, he would do it. He would give his all and supply his strength and the might of his powerful flamethrowers.

The Soviet Scorcher walked from his designated room to the Broker's office to find out more information on what was going to be happening with this team and what sort of mission they would be on.

 

[_gallifrog_]

Lockwood had been working for VIPER for a few years now, mainly as a solo opperative breaking into places of interest. She'd known that eventually she would be put on a team, but she hadn't expected it to to take such a long time. She wasnt quite sure how to feel about it. Teams were delicate beasts, only truly working if everybody got on with one another and didnt try to betray them. But if anyone tried to plunge a metaphorical dagger in Lock's back they would find themselves with several very real daggers in theirs.

She dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of black combat trousers and a dark t-shirt, both of which fit her like a sceond skin, tightly, but not tight enough to cut of circulation to anywhere important. Her knee high leather boots came next, followed by an assortemnt of blades, bolas and the two custom Nemexxi pistols that she slid into the boot holsters. Lock pulled back her dark dreadlocks into a ponytail.

The final touch was the dark trenchcoat that had become her trademark look. Said coat added an air of menace as it flapped soundlessly behind her. The gravitas helped people to get over the fact that she was a twenty-eight year old woman, built like an acrobat, with dreadlocked hair and the kind of cheekbones that came from American Indian heritage.

She left the room and walked the distance to the office of what would be her new Broker. Lock's feet didnt make the slightest sound as they hit off the floor. They never did. It was one of her most valuable skills, the ability to walk without making a noise. Though it did creep people out.

She pushed at the door, it was open and she entered, half expecting to see her new boss there. Hopefully they wouldn't be a self centered hole like any of her previous bosses.

Instead she found herself face to face with a robot, and clearly not one of the androids that VIPER used. Her eyebrow raised a few millimetres at the sight before she leant herself against the wall and began to wait for the est of her new team mates to arrive

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Emily was up a little before 2:30 am. Why? Because six out of seven days of the week, she pulls herself away from the comfort of her bed to run her store for those that had early missions and needed weaponry before heading out. Almost every morning she would take the ten-minute walk out of her apartment to her armory, where she'd unlock the back door and head inside to spend about fifteen-minutes counting stock and checking for intruders before opening at 3 am on the dot. By then she usually had at least a small group of people waiting for weaponry, ammo, and armor. Most of them were easy orders and she would take care of quickly so they could get to work. During any free time, she could be found working on special-orders, usually involving modifications or custom work on someone's personal weapons and keeping her stock clean and in working order. She was always busy when the store was open.

Once it hit 5:30 am Emily closed shop, she would reopen in a few hours, but not before locking up and leaning back into her favorite old office chair, placing her feet on her work desk, covering her eyes with her well-worn gas mask and taking a 3-hour nap.

Even before 8:30 am, there was a hard knock on the large metal door that kept her store separated from the outside. Jumping up from her sleep she let out a soft growl. She hated being woken up before her alarm. Getting up, pushing her chair back as she did she went over to the metal door and swung it open. "What?!" her tone cold as she peered around for the person who had knocked. Noone. Letting out another soft growl she began to close the door again before seeing a paper barely hanging on to the door from the tiniest piece of tape.

Snatching the paper from its spot she had almost slammed the door before beginning to read. Her face went from annoyed to pleasantly surprised in a matter of seconds. "Hmmm... Me? On a team?" She gave a shrug before taking note of the time and place written on the paper before crumbling it up and tossing it into the nearest bin. Emily had worked in teams many times, but that was all long in the past, more then just a few years to say the least. she hadn't been on a mission for a while, maybe she needed to get out for a bit? Thirty minutes later Emily reopened the store, posting up a note on the wall beside the metal doors saying that she would be closing at 10 am today and that she would reopen as soon as she could.

A little after 10 she closed and made sure the store was locked tight before heading out. Going to the location she had read on the paper she walked inside and was met with two faces, a large robot and another female. Emily made her way to a seat and sat a bit impatiently if she would have known she would be waiting for others she would have kept the store open for a bit longer.

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[Darthjosh999]

Felix was waiting on his first alert from VIPER. He had acquired a position with them very recently and the wait was making him anxious. When anxious he pulled all-nighters, working away on new experimental tech. It wasn't unusual for a prototype to blow up in his face metaphorically speaking, although last night it literally did so. He was quick enough to protect himself from the blast using his protective tech but it didn't protect his pride. Felix blamed the mistake on his nerves, he knew he would never have made such a mistake without the distraction of nerves or at least that's how he thought.

Felix was wearing a worn white t shirt and dirty grey shorts while laying on an old cot in an abandon building, wallowing in self pity. An alarm went off on one of his pocket devices which startled him since he didn't set any. The alarm had the message telling him to meet his new team at a specific location. VIPER had set an alarm on his personal device, a device that he made. This made him pretty furious but he was going to hold his tongue since VIPER had recently helped him out. He took a deep breath and then geared up. He put on his special gauntlets on his arms, his hoodie, his sleek metal backpack, and his goggles on his head.

He moved very quickly using his tech, at least quicker than his short legs would take him. He had gotten used to this sort of travel and it became second nature so he was deep in thought while traveling. He was worried about this, he had hand picked his team for every mission he did. He always optimized them the best to his skills and the roles needed. How well did VIPER do that he wondered. After all they have yet to personally see him in action, or so he assumed. He has never left a trace anywhere of him except for the name Nano. Also no one ever died on his missions. He had a gut twisting feeling that was gonna change.

He got to the door, nervous of the type of people we was gonna meet, and got on his feet again while putting up his tech. Felix didn't like showing off his tech to people when it was unnecessary. He pushed open the door and walked in. His eyes immediately locked on the big robot, blocking out everything and everyone in the room. He walked up filled with curiosity, standing in front of it. Felix was always considered short but next to this robot he felt puny. "Who made you? What are you? Where did they find you?" He spoke out with a little too much enthusiasm. His right gauntlet retracted the covering on his hand as he touched the robot and knocked on him to get a feel for the density. Realizing what he was doing, Felix snapped out of it and took a step back as his gauntlet covered his hand again. "Sorry, the name is Fe-," he paused for a moment, "Nano. The name is Nano. Pleasure to meet you!" Felix stuck his hand out to shake hands, not really sure if this robot did that.

 

[Spazzycat101]

Six​

Sitting on her sofa in her apartment, Six scritched under Flapjack’s chin with one hand. With her other she held a note.

Why was she being put on a team? She was a sniper. And at this point a political assassin too, about three times. Still, she certainly made enough money off of them for a fairly comfortable life here. Over the year and a half she’d worked with VIPER, she had acquired a couple of casual outfits (more than one!), a nice soft bed, a sofa and a chair, she even had an automatic pressure-cooker! It sat in the corner of her kitchen. And after so many years of shit food, it was amazing to be able to come home after finishing a job and having warm food waiting for you. That was certainly a bonus.

So she was very confused and unenthused about being put on a team.

‘Sorry Jackie,’ Six muttered as she lifted the little tabby off her lap. There was a small ‘mrrp’ in protest as she was set down.

A few minutes (and one refilling of the small automatic food bowl thing) later and six was out the door, pulling the cloth hood of her otherwise leather jacket over her head. She didn’t really need to once she wouldn’t be leaving the HQ area before returning home, but people still like to stare. And though she knew this building, this whole area pretty well, she still scanned the small, dark corners that nothing ever hid in.

When Six arrived, she didn’t even have to open the door, only catch it before it closed behind the last guy, who was chattering loudly either with or at another person there. Six sighed.. She slipped in behind him and took stock of the room as she sat down.

There was the chattering man, who was excitedly introducing himself to a large robot and neither of the other two women in the room. Someone with a trenchcoat—she really had an aesthetic, Six decided. The other woman looked a little like she regretted behind here. Six knew her as the shopowner that she never talked to.

 

[Solirus]

Henry had woken up a lot earlier than other days, especially since today he was assigned a new team. He read through the list that he had been given reading all of the individuals while also drinking his coffee. As he kept reading he kept wondering on how was such a team even created, most were solo operatives, and two of them were straight up dealers that sold weapons to individuals in VIPER, but before Henry could ask himself any more questions, his alarm clock rang causing Henry to drop his coffee mug.

Henry was quick enough to grab it again and place it down on the table, and after that he walked up to the alarm clock, grabbed it and smashed it into the wall, breaking it into pieces. “Piece of shit” he said under his breath, his ears still ringing from the alarm clock. He’d need to buy a replacement later, but right now he had to head out to his office to meet the team.

Without wasting much time, Henry put on his clothes, holsters with both pistols on it, his coat, and finally his bow tie which he always wore. Finally dressed, Henry left his apartment and made his way to his office. While walking to his office he pulled out the list again and resumed checking on to finally arrive at his office door, he had been used to walking to his office so many times, that the route there felt way too short.

He opened the door and walked in, some of the team had already arrived, he pulled out a pen and began writing a check at all who had arrived, and to his surprise, most of the individuals were shorter than him, which to him felt very awkward as he was used to teams usually being taller than him, but with this team it would feel weird, for the most part. Checking out all the team members that had arrived, Henry walked to his seat and sat down, looking at everyone in the room, “Make yourselves comfortable, we will begin briefing in 7 minutes.”

 

[Trektek]

The Soviet Scorcher mostly just stood there as each person came in one after another. Apparently they were going to be the other members of the team that he was going to be on. Each and every one of them so far looked very squishy. It was no wonder that they wanted him on this team. Not a single one looked as though they could take a single punch or tank shell. Quite pitiful and sad.

And another thing that stuck on his motherboard was that it was just women that were coming into this room. He was used to the odd female operative here and there, and to be certain they were always the best in their given fields, but the possibility of an entire team of them? That was just a ludicrous idea. Although, if one was to take a specialist and keep grabbing more and more specialists, then it could come to that very conclusion of building a team of women. IN fact, that must be what was going on. After all, who would suspect a group of woman to be in a criminal organization. Ah yes. So smart on the part of VIPER.

His strange thought process was interrupted by a small man who excitedly asking him questions. But of course he was impressed with the craftsmanship that went into building him. He swelled with pride as he spoke aloud in a deep voice with an accent. "I am YX404, but you can call me The Soviet Scorcher." He lifted his fist up in the air and for emphasis blew out a short flame, being very careful not to light the ceiling on fire. He caused some property damage since he was been there and is trying to put a stop to that so they don't put him in the recycling bin.

"I was made by greatest scientists in all Soviet Union. I was found by VIPER in secret underground facility where they reactivated me and gave me renewed purpose." With the poking and prodding, he gave a hearty laugh. "You do not need to worry, comrade. I am most pleased to be meeting you." He gave a hearty shake with his large hand.

He noticed the others coming in and took interest as one of them seemed to be getting ready to give a briefing. That was good. He was ready to find out what sort of mission all of this group would be needed for as it looked like each of them were good at different things.

Darthjosh999

 

[_gallifrog_]

Lockwood watched with a guarded expression as the rest of th team filtered in. These were the people (and robot) she was going to trust with her life after all, so they had better be worthy of said trust.

Including her there were three women. One of them she recognised vaguely as running the gear shop. Lock possesd her own set of blades and other sharp weapons which she kept honed and in perfect condition at all time. She had no need for guns, so she never had a reason to frequent Emily's shop. Shed been there once for armour, but that was a long time ago. Currently she looked like she was regretting her life choices.

The second woman was the more intriguing of the two. Tall with a letaher jacket and cloaked hood hiding part of her face she gave off a serious vibe of "I'm a badass, don't screw around with me." Lock didn't know her name, but did know that she was a sniper.

The other occupant of the room were male. (She had decided that the robot was male. It just made things easier.) The techie was having what could only be described as a nerd-out over the robot. His excitement was overwhelming, he was so interetsed in the robot that he nearly slipped out with his first name, before declaring himself to be Nano. Typical techie.

The robot was a Soviet creation, and Lock was pretty certain that he was judging everyone who entered the room. She didnt have anything agaisnt robots personally, but a Cold Waresque relic, really? What were VIPER doing in dodgy Russain bases? Scrap that, she knew the answer to that, they were being VIPER and getting their dark tentacles into as many places as possible.

The final member was evidently their broker. He looked like a broker should, right down to the bow-tie, (which would look extremely dorky on anyone who wasn't the 11th Doctor). She could tell just by looking at him that he was packing hardwear. Her sixth fingers flickered and clenched at the sight of the guns, but apart from that she remained completely neutral. She wouldnt be surprised if the other two women were packing weapons, but at least theirs were better concealled.

Lock felt no need to break the silence, instead choosing to watch her 'teammates' seeing what she could learn from them. She highly doubted that she was the only one doing that.

 

[Absurdisan]

The door swung open once more and Boost stepped in, gulping what looked like iced coffee through a straw. After a few loud smacks of her lips she peered over the round shades she had worn here, almost entirely for fashion and not at all to hide the dark circles under her eyes. She had spent most of the night working away at a new puzzle box, a $500 affair she had picked up thanks to her last VIPER job. Her phone had woken her four hours after she had slumped backward in her chair, the box still in her hands.

“Morning party people,” she called, sauntering in and taking a good look at the assembled masses, flashing a smile. “Damn, look at all these ladies! Rock on VIPER, girl power,” she said, mock enthusiasm dripping from every word as she took them all in. Most of the ladies looked less than pleased to be here, and truth be told she wasn’t too far off herself. But she wasn’t going to let them know that, especially in the meet and greet. Good first impressions, and all that. She thought she recognised a couple of them just from walking around the base, though she’d never actually spoken to any of them or worked with them before, so she had no idea about names.

She had dressed casual, as always - best way to blend in with the plebs on a job was to pleb it up yourself. Plus, it was rare that VIPER sent her on a job right after a briefing, they seemed too organised for that. Last-minute snatch-and-grabs weren’t really their style. She would have time to change if she needed it, and while she thought about what they would be doing a laugh escaped her when she saw Felix. “Man, they’re getting ‘em young these da-THEY GAVE US A TANK?! Hell YEAH!” Another slurp of coffee brought her closer to Scorcher, where she looked him up and down before turning back to the ladies. “You seeing this guy? Man, I thought today would be a drag, y’all put that to rest hella quick, damn!”

 

[PotatoCakes]

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to hand over the shoe laces.”

A android dully stated to the dark haired woman it shadowed her throughout the hall. At all times, Lyra was required to be under supervision. Whether it was a team member or a observatory droid, her behavior had to be recorded. For both scientific reasons and protection of VIPER property.

She pouted, letting out a barely audible whine before turning around the face the security bot. Old shoe laces draped over her skinny fingers, clutched desperately in her hands. It appeared that she had most likely stolen them from another member’s apartment.
“But why? I haven’t been able to have shoe laces in long time! I’m tired of wearing this Velcro garbage!” She hissed, her wild eyes glancing the Android up and down. These bots were really starting to push her buttons.

“Because the last time you had shoe laces in your possession, you sent a member to the infirmary. As well as destroying two medical bots, now please hand over the shoe laces.” It sternly looked down at her, its robotic hand unfolding, a metal palm facing upwards.

Resistance was futile at this point, if she didn’t hand them over, a entire wave of security bots would be alerted and she would be put on solitary observation once more. Which would suck, she had finally been given a bit of freedom to join a team once again. And Lyra would rather be doing that than be alone in the medical wing of campus.

“Alright, alright. Here! Have the dumb shoe laces.” Lyra grumbled to herself, practically throwing the laces at the Android.

It let out a sigh in response, it was obviously tired of her bullshit.

“Thank you, 057. I appreciate your cooperation. You may have a reward in return for your behavior.”
A small slot opening up in its chest, a tiny granola bar popping out of it.

Lyra eagerly grabbed it, ripping the wrapper off like a deranged raccoon and shoving it down her throat, mumbling ‘thanks’ as crumbs spilled from her mouth.

“I believe you may be late for something?”
The bot interjected as she consumed her precious prize, looking unamused.

Oh shit, she forgot about the appointment!
Lyra’s eyes grew big, making a rather awkward expression before darting off to locate the broker’s office.

Once she found it, she burst in through the door, crumbs of granola still all over her face and a psychotic smile on her lips. “HI! Uh, FELLOW HUMANS! what the fuck was that, you’re an idiot.” She muttered the last part to herself through gritted teeth.

Lyra was quite certain some of them already knew her in some way, shape, or form. Stories of her idiocy always spread like wildfire through VIPER.

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[Darthjosh999]

"You are made from some ancient technology, friend. It's amazing how functional and viable you are in the current age!" Felix spoke, amazed at how far along with technology they actually were back then.

Felix was about to continue speaking but just then another member burst into the room. They commented on how young he looked but before he could protest she noticed the robot. She called him the tank which really screwed with Felix's pride. "Hold up. Why do you assume Scorcher here is the tank?" He questioned in a tone that gave away his offense. It occurred to him how everyone was seeing him, just a small and nerdy tech boy. "I could show them all just what I am capable of," he thought while clenching a fist.

Just then another person came into the room and shouted out something that insinuated they weren't human. This made Felix remember his surroundings and take a breather. He didn't think this was a place to draw any form of weapon, especially not on his first official day. Although he was confident he could take them all on and come out in the top 3. He dropped his arm down grumbling in defeat and took a seat to wait on the rest so he could calm down.

 

[Spazzycat101]

Six​

Other new team members arrived. Six had dragged her seat over into a corner, slouched sideways, arms crossed, with one leg slung over the arm of the chair. She was watching and taking note of them one by one as they came through the door.

None of them seemed like they knew one another other than in passing. Unknowns wouldn't make a good team. But not that that really mattered, VIPER is VIPER. They did what they wanted. If Six could get some solo missions in the team’s downtime she would probably be alright. Pretend that she wasn’t actually apart of the group, have some alone time in the field where she didn’t have to watch peoples’ backs… she’d had enough of that for a lifetime and it left her tired. Speaking of tired, the way she was sitting, she could probably doze off right now if she wanted. She would appreciate the extra sleep. Her own sleep schedule wasn’t exactly consistent or reliable, what with the night-missions and all. And just being bad at staying asleep. Every dark corner, if she wasn’t already taking it up, always had ‘someone’ in it. Like her own little ghosts, haunting her. Anywhere. Everywhere.

But that was what fairy lights are for in an apartment. Prettier and more peaceful than lightbulbs or lamps, and if you half-close your eyes, you could pretend they looked like strings of stars on the arms of galaxies.
Flapjack liked the strings of lights too, always looking at them like she wanted to eat them. Which is why anything with thin plastic was kept behind closed cupboard doors, child-proof locks galore. That little cat loved to eat anything that wasn’t food, and given Six’s unpredictable absences, she wasn’t always around to make her spit it out. Adorable dumbass.

Six loved that little cat. Couldn’t say the same about the team makeup.

Trenchcoat, Emily, Robot, Paper Guy, ‘Nano,’ Coffee.
It was a very patchy collage. Only about two pieces seemed like they fit together. Robot and Nano. That kid was absolutely fawning over the relic. The rest of them didn’t necessarily clash, as far as Six could tell from what she saw, just didn’t match.

Then the doors burst open again. ‘Humans,’ they were greeted as.
Okay, she took that back. That one definitely clashed.
Trenchcoat, Emily, Robot, Paper, Nano, Coffee, and Human
This was already a mess.

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Emily watched as one by one people started to trickle into the room. Her eyes looking over everyone walk in and either take a seat or start interacting with one another. It seemed a bit unusual to have so many people for a team. Of course, the largest team she had ever seen was over fifteen people, but that was a very rare occasion, or at least she thought it was.

She began to make note of people in the room. First starting with the robot, the soviet scorcher, he was an interesting thing. It wasn't common to a robot of his caliber, he was different, an AI with specialized programming to make complex decisions and to show different forms of emotions must have some complicated programming behind it. A program like that was unique and personal, Em would love to pick the innards of such programs, but she helps back her urge to look over the robot. That was not what she was here for so she would wait till a better time.

The next, Lockwood. Emily had sold her armor a while back. A long while back, but she still remembered the face. If she remembered correctly, the lady didn't have much interest in gun-like weapons, which is probably why Em didn't see her again after that initial visit. Emily couldn't blame her though, her store didn't hold much in blades besides the basic throwing knives, switchblades, and occasional machete.

She wondered what was going on in the man known as Nano, what could be going through his head. He was one of few she had not seen before. Most times she could at least put a name to a face, but he was one not familiar. He seemed interested in the soviet scorcher until someone spoke of the robot as a tank. He seemed to have gotten upset. How funny. A little man like him acting so tough. She didn't know what he was packing, but the way things looked, he looked like he was surrounded by sharks, ready to tear him apart as soon as he put his guard down. It was almost pitiful.

Emily huffed softly, a soft smile forming on her face as she crossed her arms and continued to look around at the others in the room. it was really starting to become a party in here. Her eyes locked on boost for maybe a second before she spoke up. "I see someone's loud and talkative this morning. Work late last night?" Em knew the type. Those who worked all night but still had to get up early so they act causal and way too loud for the regular morning people. It was a more common occurrence then Emily would like to admit, but she learned to deal with the overly loud customers, just takes a bit more patience and persistence.

Taking her gaze from Boost to Lyra, Em was quick to figure out who she was. Emily had seen Lyra more than once before and she had heard plenty of stories about what she had done in the past. "I see someone was allowed to leave the time out corner. Trying to play nice with the other kids now?"

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[Absurdisan]

Lyra’s arrival prompted Boost to push her sunglasses down her nose, looking over them at the near-feral girl. She took a long sip from her straw before a wide grin spread across her face. “Noooo way, Lyra? Lyra “don’t-play-with-forks” Lyra!? Yaaaaas QUEEN!” With an excited pump of her fist she let out a cheery laugh at the messy-haired woman. “Girl I didn’t know you were still here! I’d heard they shipped you to Siberia or something?”

Felix caught her attention sounding particularly butthurt for reasons she couldn’t be bothered to understand right now, and she cast a quick ‘are you kidding me’ glance between him and Scorcher. “For real? He’s, like, ten feet tall and made of metal dude. Like, a literal tank. Then again,” she flicked her arm, eliciting a dull thud as cybernetic clunked on cybernetic, “looks ain’t everything, right?”

Finally it seemed Emily had a quip for her. Boost recognised Emily though she’d never bought from her personally, not being big on guns. She winked at the dealer. “Don’t you know it honey,” she giggled. “Burning that midnight oil, gotta keep sharp somehow.”

“But what about y’all?” She looked about at the group, a truly motley crew if she’d ever seen one. Trench coats and dreds and robots and children and the odd dapper gentleman, nearly all with a face like they’d sucked a lemon. If this was going to be a team, she would have to trust VIPER on blind faith right now considering how put-off most of them looked. “Half-a you don’t look jazzed to be here, what’s the story there?”

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[PotatoCakes]

“Yeaaaaaah, after a couple months of solitary confinement the eggheads in the psych department finally let me out!”
Lyra eagerly explained, jamming her granola wrapper into the tight pocket of her jumpsuit.

“Also funny story, they did ship me to Sibera though! They were terrible cooks there...and I can only use silicon spoons now that bend.”
She grinned, plopping down in her seat, which wasn’t actually on a chair but causally a top of the table. Lyra wasn’t one at all to be professional, but she could at least complete tasks that needed to be done. But Boost was definitely right, half of the members didn’t look too happy to be there. Maybe she scared them or something? Lyra knew she kinda had that effect on people.

Her outfit certainly did stand out from the crowd though, a form fitting jumpsuit with very little pockets. There appeared to be no zippers nor strings on it either. In the past she did have some instances where she’d try to tear the baggy uniforms the infirmary gave her off. Something about the fabric just made her want to rip it to shreds with her teeth. Lyra was also banned from using zippers, for various reasons. On her size 9 feet were some Velcro boots as well, since she couldn’t have shoe laces either...

“Maybe they’re just still asleep? I saw on a monitor that a bot would be delivering coffee and donuts to here though very soon. That might help!” Lyra chirped, tracing her finger in circles on the table, kicking her feet back and forth.

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[eggsaladsandwitch]

When the alert telling him it was time to meet up with his new team sounded, Juniper Forscythe had, unfortunately been focused on drawing his own blood from his own arm. He had ignored the warning from his medical bot assistant that this was unwise, and when he flinched from the sudden noise and dropped the syringe in his hand, causing blood to start literally spurting out of his arm, the thought, perhaps it had been right.

He had just been so close to perfecting this bio-weapon he had been working on, and, having burnt through his entire backlog of blood on previous trials,he had figured this had been the best course of action. Besides, the weapon was supposed to be for his new teammates to use, he justified to himself as he began attempting to stem the flow of blood leaking out of his arm with some spare towels. Typically, he didn't even make weapons, but how better than to bring the team together than gifting them all with their own blood-vaporizing toxin? Grumbling to himself, he removed the towels from his arm, figuring this would have to just be good enough. He didn't want to be late, after all.

Leaving his own lab in the infirmary, he hurriedly asked the medibot to clean up his mess as he all-but sprinted down the halls of the base. To rewind just a bit, Juniper Forscythe had never been a member of a team before. He had worked consistently in the infirmary, but recently had sought after field work. With more money, he would be able to make more advances in his medical research, and then he could undermine the capitalistic structure of the medical industry and, you know, actually help people? Anyways.

As he came to a screeching halt in front of the door he was supposed to enter, June took a moment to compose himself before entering. Pushing through the doors, he tried not to appear as meekly as he felt as his gaze wandered the room, flitting between each of its occupants. A rather... colorful group of people, he noted, knowing a few of them from previous infirmary visits, or at least having read their medical records. Though, it wasn't like he could be passing any judgement on the looks of his new teammates, he realized, as he took a proper look down at himself and winced. While he typically would look rather dashing in his all-black ensemble, it was hugely contrasted by the fact that he was still wearing his white lab-coat, which now had his own blood splattered all over it. Right.

Fumbling for a moment, he didn't want to appear as some sort of demented lunatic, and tried to think of what to say to justify his appearance. What he landed on was; "Don't worry. It's-uh, it's all mine," referring to the red stains littering his visage. And here he was with no gift...

 

[Darthjosh999]

Felix just sat there, slouched down in the chair sulking about being seen as a pip squeak. "I don't need their approval or admiration. I made it on the team by my qualifications all on my own," he thought to himself, "Wait, what exactly were the requirements to make this team?"

He looked around at everyone one by one. "First off there was the robot. Ancient and awesome, but how useful is older technology in the current age? Then there is the shop keeper, how much would a shop keeper know about missions? The trench coat against the wall looked more standard criminal type and more than capable. Same with the hooded one laying in the chair. Although they don't seem to get along with others too much. Even with the best skills, there is only so much solo missions can get you through. Now boost probably had skills and is very social, but their loudness probably got them into trouble at times. Then there is this Lyra everyone knew so much about. She probably isn't all there and sounds like a danger to those around her and herself," Felix monologued in his head.

Crazy people never bothered Felix. Living on the streets alone you got to know plenty. They are mostly all fine as long as you don't do anything to set them off. They are still people after all. Pretty much all of Felix's acquaintances were crazy homeless people. They knew how to make some good stew, although he never asked what was in it. He shuddered to think about it. "Did they just assign him to a group of misfits to test how it'd work out?" He pondered, a little insulted at the idea. Felix knew the main guy definitely belonged here but maybe he didn't get a say in this "test." Just then a younger guy came into the room cover in... blood. Felix had flashbacks to that horrid night for a second and his stomach twisted itself into knots. He caught himself and shook that thought away. "Did he say his own blood? Yep, this definitely isn't an official team," he thought, almost saying it aloud. He forced himself to look at the young doctor, or at least Felix hoped he was some kind of doctor. While he seemed he didn't fit in much, he also kinda looked to be in a similar situation as Felix. At least in the respect that this is a fairly new experience and doesn't entirely know how to fit in with this team. Felix could appreciate his effort, but not enough to stomach looking at that bloodied lab coat for any longer. Felix turned back around in his seat and got comfortable. If he was some part of a test with misfits, he was just gonna ride it out. After all, they got sucked into it too so they can't judge him over it.

 

[Trektek]

"Da. I am indeed made from older times. But it was also a time when things were made to last! I was made with all the great advances of Soviet Super Science!!" He laughed a hearty laugh. It was very good that this man was appreciating what he was. It was good to know that there was at least someone on this team that had some good tastes as to what was useful and what wasn't. And he was certainly an asset to this team.

He heard the woman enter that looked as though she was more machine than human. It seemed that was a thing in this day and age. But of course there were advantages to being machine, so he could not fault her for wanting that. Especially when she was impressed with his hardware. "Da, young machine woman. I am built for raw physical power and hot firey punches." Scorcher performed a flurry of blows, just for her, each one causing a gust of wind. "I have fought American Tanks before. They are like paper kitten compared to my might!"

The machine watched as many others began to trickle in. This was a large team. It would be difficult for him to protect all of them. Perhaps if he could get them to just stand in a line, or maybe just stand behind him. Yes, that might do the trick. Then he could protect as many of them as possible. He was very large after all. But looking at the group again, maybe he couldn't hold them all behind him. But wait, he could have at least one or two of the smaller ones inside his inner compartment. That would possibly work.

The Soviet Scorcher all of a sudden heard the magical word, Siberia and walked quickly over Lyra. "I am loving Siberia. Is good place for lots of frozen fun. I remember this time that I fought an American HERO in the Siberian wastes as he was trying to save an American citizen from the Gulags. I managed to land some solid good hits and even scorched off some of that red white and blue spandex that he always wore. It was good time." He moved his limbs in a very animated way as he reenacted some punches and dodges of the encounter.

 

[Solirus]

Henry looked back up after taking the time to finish some other paperwork that he had pending from previous missions, and as more team members arrived, Henry's theory of the one in charge on forming the teams had purposefully created this team to make Henry's life miserable and loud. Henry wanted to scream to shut everyone up in the room, but doing that would hurt his ear even further thus Henry grabbed a pair of ear plugs in his desk and put them on. He was still able to hear the chatter, but at the very least now it wasn't causing his ears to ring at the sound of their chattering and slurping of coffee.

As he finished up some of the paper work he checked his watch for the time and around 2 minutes were left for the briefing, "The briefing will begin in 2 minutes, we are waiting for a couple more, if they don't arrive in time we will begin without them." He said calmly while moving his head back to resume the paperwork and pulling out the papers for the mission.

 

[_gallifrog_]

Lockwood could only watch as the rest of the tesm assembled. Her hopes were sinking lower and lower as the rest of the members arrived. Nobody seemed to fuse together right, bar the robot and the techie. Everyone else looked like they had been picked blindfolded from a hat by a hyperactive monkey. The bosses were so impressed with the behaviour of the monkey that they let this team go ahead. This team was going to be the death of her, and she wasn't speaking metaphorically.

Lockwood wanted to fall through the floor when the over-exuberant Boost walled through the door. Overly positive people just annoyed her, and it was taking all her self restraint not to throw a knife at her face. She didn't bother responding to the question, instead staying leaning against the wall, one booted foot against the wall, her hands in the pocket of her coat, one around the handle of a small blade.

She did recognise the next entrant, the hslf feral girl who was without a doubt the child of some kind of gen-mod program. In this day and age it wasn't uncommon for people to be modified and augmented, hell Lockwood herself had been modified to see in the dark as well as some infrared and ultraviolet. Her greeting made a slight smile flick over Lockwood's face, but blink and you'd have missed it, her face had quickly reset to the default neutral afterwards. Internally she made some snarky comment about being an alien, but chose not to voice it.

The bloodsmattered guy burst through next, declaring the blood to be his own. So ehow that didnt surprise Lock. This was VIPER after all. And mad scientists were definetely at the top of their hiring list. How else would they get their awesome tech?

The broker looked like he hated the team and Lock couldn't blame him, it was an absaloute mess. The insertion of earplugs had not escaped her. "So, lets review" she thought "we got Sovibot, "Nano", Shoppie, the silent badass (the only one who Lock took any real interest in), Hyper, wildgirl, bossman and the mad scientist. Lovely.... NOT!"

Lock sighed internally, if she had family, she'd be writing her will right now. But everybody important was either dead, in jail or hunting her down to kill her. It was going to be a long day

 

[Spazzycat101]

Six​

Who the hell made this team? This was ridiculous. This was unbelievably ridiculous. Like dumping random bucketfuls of things right onto a stove. No pot, no pan, and heat on high. Flapjack could put together a better group. She wanted to go back to her apartment and make herself a waffle. Or something. She wasn’t even all that hungry, she just didn’t want to deal with these people. Six had half a mind to just walk out. Assassinations and surgical strikes were working just fine. She didn’t need a team.

But the team needed her. There was no other reason why she would have been added. The last thing Six wanted was this kind of responsibility again. But did she have a choice? It would be a damn field day to take it up to the top of VIPER. And even then they probably wouldn’t take her off the team. She hated to admit it, but without someone to watch their backs, they’d get their asses slaughtered in seconds. There were too many people for one weird robot alone to cover, and looking at them, Six had a hard time believing half of them could take care of themselves, even off the battlefield.

That lack of faith was reinforced when the next person to strut through the door was splattered with blood. He said it was his own. Six wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse. She covered her face with one hand and groaned. Her head thunked against the wall. The only solace she could take was in the fact that she’d never be within fifty yards of any of these people during missions.

The meeting will start in two minutes. The meeting damn well better hurry up.

Six was a patient person. She had to be. But she was very uncomfortable in a room with as many people as this one. Three’s a crowd, and there were many more than three here.

 

[PotatoCakes]

Lyra, was well, entertained to say the least. Her eyes flickered across each member in the room, observing their behaviors and mannerisms. She had been a part of team meetings over a hundred times, it didn’t bother her to get along with others.

This was a little different though, on some of the other members she could clearly see a look of judgement on their faces. Condescension could practically be smelled in the air, and she hated it. Lyra was a damn labrat and she knew herself it was unprofessional to give such prejudice, they were all capable of themselves.

Soviet Sorcher quickly ripped her from her thoughts though, Lyra giving a nod towards the robot and patting his metal shoulder to show her attentiveness. “Yes, Siberia is a uh...awesome place! Yeah! I loved my vacation there!” She grinned.

The young woman twisted herself around on the table, turning to face the members who were relatively silent, jumping up on her feet and placing her hands on her hips. “Alright edgelords! Any of you want to introduce yourselves? Or are you going to keep silently judging us all while pretending you’re the coolest thing since dry ice?”

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[_gallifrog_]

The silent badass was the first to crack. She groaned and put her head in her hands at the sight of the mad scientist. Lockwood couldn't blame her really. Since Six was so close to her it was easy to whisper over to the woman, in a voice so low that only she would hear it. "You're not the only one who wants to do that. This team sucks balls, big time." She whispered. Lock had a rough accent, the kind that came from both nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

Lyra's comment of "edgelord" made Lockwood smile internally and a little bit extrenally too. She loved being classified as an edgy person, it meant that people tended to leave her alone. It just felt right.

She was quite tempted to speak back in sign language or something and pretend she was deaf, just to see how long she could keep up the façade for before anybody realised. Hell maybe she would do that. She had learned sign language, at one point she had temporaraily been deafened when a stunt went horribly wrong.

Turning to face Lyra, she gestured signing out "my name is A.J. Lockwood. Don't ask what it stands for, because I won't tell you." Lockwood didn't explictly say she was deaf, better to let people come up with that idea for themselves, so that when they found out later, they only had themselves to blame.


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[Solirus]

Henry checked his watch once more and saw the time hit exactly 10:15. He put down the papers he was holding and pressed a small and discreet button, locking the doors of his office to prevent anyone from leaving or entering. Without caring about any conversations Henry began speaking, "Briefing will begin now, know that I will not repeat this twice. I , or the team has received a job offer from a large corporation, the job being to retrieve some very sensitive files from a rival company known as MiTech." Henry cleared up his throat a bit and continued speaking, "The amount we will receive will be around 1.3 million, however, due to further negotiation with them, I was able to raise the price of their offer to 2 million dollars if MiTech never finds out about their files being stolen or you kill no one. It's up to you." Henry put down the papers. "I had a plan prepared, but judging by the... peculiar team that has been formed, I am willing to take any other suggestions."