Realistic or Modern Project Hades - IC

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---PROJECT HADES---​

Players:
Viper Actual - Various (GM)
Bronco - Wyatt Kolt (Co-GM)
Mr_DC - Konrad von Köningsberg
FabulousTrash - Komatsu Riku & Komatsu Kazuya
Ayama - Akamine Noriko
_gallifrog_ - Marcus Cain
DrabberRogue - Jace Winter Rose

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Realistic or Modern - Project Hades - A Mission to the Paranormal Underworld

* * * WELCOME TO PROJECT HADES * * * Hello and welcome to the spin-off/continuation of Operation Spirit! Due to a decrease in player activity the idea for a reboot-type of deal has been put forward. Aside from returning players we are also looking to fill the gaps in our ranks with some...

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Realistic or Modern - Project Hades - Character Sheets

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Realistic or Modern - Project Hades - OOC

OOC thread for Project Hades. Keep it clean. If you have a question that you'd rather not post here, DM @Viper Actual and @Bronco instead.

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Rules:

• Post at least once a week OR let us, the GMs, know if you are not able to post. Real-life takes a priority but please give us a heads-up.
• Doubling is allowed but you may not have more than two (2) characters. It is advised that you create perhaps one field-oriented character and one base-oriented character.
• This is a mature RP. It will explore darker and even unnerving themes, yes, but we will also follow RPN guidelines.
• We, the GMs, expect two-paragraph posts as a minimum. Struggling with writer's block? We'll help you out.
• Keep it clean. No drama. If you have issues then please, send a DM to Viper Actual and Bronco so we can help sort things out.

 

[Viper Actual]

ICSC Designation: CASE-001-X
Unofficial Designation: "Hades"; "Hell's Gate"; "The Drop"
Location: [REDACTED], Siberia, Russia
Operative Disguise: Top-Secret Site - Russian Armed Forces (Research & Development)
Mission: Identify and Asses
Threat Assessment: UNKNOWN - USE CAUTION!

ADMIN

Things were calm up inside the main base tower. Overlooking the entire base and most of its reinforced perimeter this impressive centerpiece may look like a larger and much wider flight control tower though it served a much greater purpose. Alongside the actual flight control handling all inbound and outgoing flights, as well as air security, were the main base administration, chief logistical staff and parts of the on-base security operations.

In short, it was a nexus. Because of that it came as no surprise when the newly-appointed base director choose to have his office at the very center of it. Behind the safety of his large cubical office the director could observe all the tower staff but remain invisible himself thanks to the reinforced one-way mirrors acting as glass walls. There was only one way in- a reinforced glass door- that came with its own intercom system and the room itself could technically double as a panic room in the event of an emergency.

Those that worked inside the tower knew better than to use their work stations for anything but ICSC-related matters, much less knock on the door to the director and disturb him.

Over at flight control the shift manager had just started his third cup of coffee when one of his technicians glanced over her shoulder.

"Sir, inbound flight from the south-west. ICSC codes have been transmitted. It's him."

The manager nodded and gently placed his cup on the table. He pointed at the tech. "Send an escort, use one of the flights that's already airborne. I'll tell the boss."

"Right away, sir." Said the technician, nodding. As she began to hail one of the patrol craft the manager made his way away from his station and walked towards the mirrored cube at the center of the tower. He pressed down the intercom button next to the door. "Köningsberg, sir. Director Hallsworth is on approach, five minutes out. Thought you wanted to know."

Mr_DC

TACT/PIT/FST

Griffith went over the list on her datapad another time. The agent sighed deeply and scratched her neck around the scar. Everything better be there.

The sound of metal against metal made her look up. On the other side of the large equipment hangar a forklift managed to drop a couple of equipment crates. The driver cowered in his seat as one of the senior agents, Gavrilov, began to yell at him for not being more careful. Griffith shook her head.

Ever since Hades had started things had been a little bit sense. When the base construction began to near its completion it had became more and more obvious that the purpose for what was not to contain but to study the anomaly. What did you need to study something underground? An expedition of TACT-grunts.
The process had been fast. Veterans from previous ops and from all of the PADs had been handpicked by a special committee that handled most of the staffing though several people had been sent to the base through commendations and recommendations by those on-site. In Griffith's case she had tried to bring most of the folks she had worked with years ago at the height of Operation Spirit.

Unfortunately not everyone could make it. Some were busy elsewhere, promoted to higher posts and even dead.

Still, if she was to head down underground she wanted the best people she could get. Gear too.

Gavrilov and Fallstrom had been an easy pick; The two of them were inseparable and true professionals. Same thing applied to Barazi and Roux, with the former having just returned to duty after a nasty incident in Chernobyl.
There were a couple of wildcards on the team as well. Kolt was a familiar face but in all honesty Griffith only knew him from a couple of missions that they had done together.

Speaking of familiar faces, the Komatsu siblings were around as well. A comforting thought. Kazuya had done well during his time with 13 and his sister Riku had been nothing but a comforting and professional voice on the other line. It was good to have them back.

There were also a couple of new faces as well. Noriko and Cain. Griffith had only skimmed through their dossiers but they seemed capable enough though they would be tested greatly during this mission, regardless of what it may entail. There was also a pilot. Rose. Roux had vouched for him and Griffith knew him well enough from a couple of mission. Bastard could fly, alright.

All in all it was a good setup and as Griffith looked at the people moving about in the hangar she hoped that they were ready. While she didn't doubt the numerous TACT-grunts that had been assigned to her squad, grunts who she only knew the surnames of, they weren't the people she'd rely on nor trust with her life.

Bronco FabulousTrash Ayama _gallifrog_

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From this high up in the air the ground looked like nothing more but a white canvas. This part of the region was relatively flat and with few trees and the little terrain and flora that still thrived in these harsh conditions did so with the help of shelter from cliffs and with nourishment from the rivers zigzagging here and there. It was surreal in a way. The way nature had been left untouched, how it had managed to survive where nothing else could.

In the distance the fenced-off perimeter of the Hades base could be seen with its main structure and large metal-plated tower cutting through the white snow like a knife. Perhaps building something all the way out here was even more impressive? Or was it simply a defying action against nature. Time would tell.

The static from the in-flight communications broke the tranquility of the moment as Wagner, Roses' wing-man, spoke up.

"Rose. You there? Looks like we're being called to escort-duty." A chuckled escaped the pilot. Soon enough Rose' HUD flashed as Hades Control relayed information on their escort target. It was up to Rose and Wagner to make sure that the helicopter would reach its destination safely from the safety of their experimental aircraft.

"I'll follow your lead," said Wagner.

DrabberRogue

INTELLIGENCE

It wasn't much but it was enough. Not nearly as large and as spacious as the intelligence center at Sigma Site the Hades-counterpart would suffice well enough for the on-site operation. One of the techs tapped his fingers against the back of his datapad and muttered something before looking up at Riku whom had been promoted to lead the on-site intelligence group. "Looks like the final monitors will be up and running in about an hour. That said there's still some network ports that needs configuring to better link with the satellites."

He nodded towards the computer terminals. "Anything else you need us to do?"

Meanwhile, on the other end of the room Kendell sat behind her desk with narrowed eyes as the techs walked back and forth. They weren't exactly the most graceful members of the staff and the intelligence specialist had taken it upon herself to make sure that they wouldn't break anything else inside the room after the traumatic event that costed the life of her favorite coffee cup.
Next to Kendell was Stromberg who was currently standing at his station while looking at the few monitors that were online. Currently the largest of them displayed live feed from a camera positioned two stories below them from inside the main containment room.

The room was empty aside from four industrial floodlights and the well from the village which had been left intact until it could be ruled that it was not in fact a paranormal item. "That's fucking unnerving," said Stromberg. Kendell grunted.

"You think they'll send anything down the well as well?"

Kendell glanced up at him. "Like what? A drone?"

Stromberg shrugged. "I don't know. Who knows what Admin decides to do."

FabulousTrash

 

[_gallifrog_]

Marcus Cain (Toby)
Paranormal Field specialist
If Toby had been asked to describe his journey to the base in what could only be described by him as the middle of nowhere using as few words as possible, the two words he would chose would be 'long' and 'boring'. For those in charge of transporting the twenty-six year old paranormal specialist/demonologist/career criminal it was a different story. They would chose words more along the lines of 'stressful', 'nerve wracking' and 'took far longer than it should have.' Toby's journey had begun with being rudely awoken from his half sleep in the cell. Due to his long list of convictions for B and E, he had been classified as an escape risk and the authorities had taken precautions, keeping his hands contained in what could only be described as metal blocks and feet shackled at all times. If they could put a muzzle on him to stop the stream of insults that emerged whenever somebody came near him, they gladly would have. Toby was flung in a prison transfer van (still shackled and cuffed) watched warily by a trio of armed guards as he was driven to the pick-up point arranged by ICSC. From there he'd directed them to one if his weapons and tools caches in order to grab what he would need. One clothes change later he'd driven to an obscure airbase. Toby spent the majority of the long-duration getting himself out of the shackles, much to the annoyance of those in charge of transporting him.

As he was escorted through the base towards the hanger where he'd meet the rest of his new 'teammates' Toby could only imagine what it looked like to an uninformed observer. His hands were cuffed in front of him, signifying his status as somebody not to be entirely trusted. But the two bulky kit bags on his shoulders suggested he was there for work. Toby had dressed in his usual work gear- thick combat boots, dark trousers, t-shirt, polo neck and a black trenchcoat that swished dramatically as he walked. There were knives holstered on his belt, and two longer blades on his back.

The twenty-six year old possesed a tall, agile swimmers build. His skin was naturally tanned (coming from New Zealand meant Toby only had to look a the sun to get a tan. His hair was a drak brown with some tawny and blond streaks. At the current moment it was loose and fell to around shoulder length, but usually he tied it back for practicality's sake. The hair failed to conceal the dull silver hearing aids on each ear. Toby had been born virtually deaf, but possesed just enough hearing to be able to use aids and not need a cochlear implant. His eyebrows were sharp, as was his jawline and nose. The most striking feature was his golden eyes, through which he regarded everything and everyone with a guarded suspicion.

Three guards accompanied him from the plane, into the base and along the corridor to the hanger. They only spoke at the entrance to the hanger to establish who it was they were escorting. "Another addition for the investigative squad then?" The door guard inquired, scrolling through the data pad for the list of authorised personnel. "Well of course I am, I don't just dress like this for fun you know." Toby remarked internally, externally keeping up the mask of neutral indifference. "You got that right. This is the Cain guy..... He's....." a pause as the gruff Canadian tried to come up with the best way to describe what exactly it was that Toby brought to the team. "the spooks expert." "Imaginative. Not. As if I haven't heard that one before." As they spoke, Toby fiddled around with the cuffs, carefully positioning the pick. "Cain, Cain, Cain.......yep, he's authorised for entry, so take those cuffs off. He's gonna need those hands pretty soon." "Don't bother, I've already done it" Toby spoke without any hint of his former Kiwi accent, twirling the cuffs in one hand, using the other to push open the hanger door. He walked inside, leaving the guards behind.

 

[FabulousTrash]

Komatsu Riku - Intelligence

"That'll be it for now. I'll give you guys a call if anything else comes up."

Riku thanked the techs as they left the room, sighing softly. Ever since she had arrived onsite, it was nothing but constant chaos. They had so much setup to do that she had lost track of time. But now everything was finished, it was just a matter of making sure everything was operating smoothly and preparing for the upcoming operation. She looked around the makeshift office. It wasnt as roomy or comfortable as her office back at Sigma Site, but she wasnt unfamiliar with working out on the field either. As long as they could do their job, Riku had no complaints.

She glanced over to Stromberg and Kendell, who were exchanging words between each other. It felt like forever since the last time Riku had worked with those two. Ever since Operation Spirit, the trio had been split up to different assignments. Though, when Riku had the chance, she had put in a good word for both of the agents, suggesting that she worked very well with Kendell and Stromberg. Which, she in fact did.

Riku walked over to where the other two agents were, glancing up to the monitors at the front of the room. It was eerie to think that in the blink of an eye, people just vanished. The presence of the well wasn't helping either.

"Cant wait to see where this goes.."

Riku spoke to no one in particular, glancing at the clocks just to the side. Like their office at Sigma Site, they had a clock for every major timezone. She hadn't been told of a set start time, since it was hard to estimate when the field team would be ready with their setup. Riku paced back over to her desk, sitting down in front of her computer and reached over to side, picking up her headset from its stand and placed it on her head, adjusting the mic. She reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone, unlocking it. She navigated a few menus before finding her brother in her contacts. Typing up a quick message, she pressed send, placing the phone on her desk and turned her attention back to her computer, going over some paperwork and reports sent to her.

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Komatsu Kazuya - TACT

It felt like Kazuya had been awake forever.

It had been a few hours since he and his sister had arrived onsite. Almost immediately, they had to go their separate ways. However, he didnt mind too much.

Throughout his career in the ICSC, Kazuya had quickly learned that it wasnt worth questioning everything that went on, that your sense of what was real and what isn't would be tested to a high degree. But, it was the mystery of it all that excited Kazuya. Anyone in the right mind wouldn't want this kind of job if they valued their own life. In his case, Kazuya valued others' lives before his.

Kazuya was currently in the armory, getting his gear checked in and registered. He had a duffel bag on his shoulder and inside were his weapons, uniform and body armor, as well as some extra gear. There were other TACT operatives in line with him. Some of them Kazuya from other operations he was assigned to and others were completely new faces to him. He knew this project was a big one for the ICSC, but he didnt expect it to be so big that other PADs were involved. However, he wasn't being paid to think about the logistics about this operation. That was his sister.

"Next."

The person in front of Kazuya moved off to the side and he stepped up to the counter. He unzipped his bag, taking out his ACR and SIG SAUR P226, setting them down. The man on the other side of the grated window took the guns, typing on his computer. When he was done, he gave the weapons back to Kazuya, nodding. Kazuya thanked the man, stowing his weapons back in the bag and walked off to the side. He entered the locker area, which was huge to accommodate everyone. There was a section for each PAD and it didnt take long for Kazuya to find 13's section. He walked down the line of lockers until he came up onto his, which was labeled with his full name and ID number. He pressed his thumb on the fingerprint scanner and the locker opened. Kazuya took out his handgun, made sure the flashlight attachment was secure and holstered it on his right leg, dumping the rest of his gear into the locker. He didnt need any of it right now and besides, he still needed to be briefed. He took a glance at his wrist watch, closing the locker door behind him.

His phone buzzed. Pulling it out of his pocket, he read the message on the screen, quickly typing something and pressing the send button, leaving the armory and headed towards the equipment hanger. If he remembered correctly, Griffith said that she would be there.

 

[DrabberRogue]

Agent Jace Rose felt very comfortable in the sky. It was where he was in his element, screaming along at hundreds of knots and thousands of feet in the sky. He hadn't spent much time in this experimental craft, but he'd always wanted to fly one. Hell, he'd doubted he would ever even get to see one in person. Now there he was, sitting in its cockpit. It didn't disappoint. Fast, maneuverable, and packed with cutting edge technology. It even provided a level of situational awareness similar to the F-35.

Perhaps he was just too much of a blind patriot, but he got the impression it was more ICSC than Russian...

The sky wasn't the only element he was in either. His piercing blue eyes focused on the information showing up on his HUD as flight control, then his wingman, notified him of the new objective.

"Finally, I was starting to get bored." That was a lie, and anyone who'd worked with Agent Rose likely learned that very quickly. He never got bored in the sky. Not that anyone would need to know him that well, as it was evident in his tone of voice. With a smile on his face, he put his aircraft onto an intercept vector with the objective, opening up a radio transmission with the tower as he did so.

"Rose to Control, acknowledged. We'll roll out the red carpet." He intoned in that wonderful radio accent that both American pilots and flight controllers were known for. With that he then tilted the nose of his plane slightly downwards and pushed the throttle forward, unloading his g's and rapidly accelerating. Almost instantly his plane went supersonic, a cone of vapor coalescing over the air frame.

It took a very short amount of time for the two aircraft to reach the helicopter they were to escort, a point at which Agent Rose had already been slowing down for a good couple dozen miles. He was subsonic again as they entered visual range, at which point he sent a radio transmission to the helicopter. "Approaching aircraft, this is Agent Rose. We'll be your escort for the remainder of your flight." With that he tilted the plane upwards, trading the rest of his speed for altitude and positioning the two plane element in a protective posture above the helicopter.

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