Realistic or Modern Project TETSAR - The Story

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

• Setting
• Couples

• Location: Seatlle, Washington.
  Date: Monday 16 September 2019
  Time: 9:00
  Temperature: 13°C | 56°F
  Weather: Dark clouded and rainy. No wind.
  
  The Soldiers had been notified about the ending of Project TETSA the day before. This morning those who were selected had been briefed about the new project, Project TETSAR, that was suppose to help them learn to live as civillians. The responses so far have been mixed, but of course all soldiers have accepted their faith. They always had, and they always would. There they were divided into groups of six and each group was given a departure time. The first group would leave at 8:45, the second group at 9:45 and so on. The first group was instructed to pack up their stuff and get ready. They were lead to one of the vans that would bring them to their destination, the Shelter, where their mentors would be waiting in the big meeting room on the ground floor.
  
  The Mentors have known about Project TETSAR for much longer. Two months ago it was made public that the great project TETSA with the super trained soldiers was put to an end. In that same announcement people were also asked to apply as a mentor to help the Soldiers adjust to civil life again, after having been serving and deployed for long times. That is pretty much all the Mentors know about Project TETSA. They know nothing about the training of young children and even babies being taken from their parents for money. All they know is that they will help soldiers adjust to a normal life, and get a feisty amount of money for it. Plus a nice roof above their head, for they are expected to stay with the soldier at all times. A week ago each selected mentor was send a file with information about the soldier they were gonna work with. Along with that, they were instructed to be at the Shelter, one of the modern new buildings in Seattle center, on monday 16 September 2019 at 9 AM sharp. They could get themselves some coffee or tea, while making themselves comfortable in the meeting room.
  
• Room One
  1031025, Elite Spy DarkiusHeavenstein
  Laika Nikolev, the Nurse Nona
  
  Room Two
  4103116, Sergeant Reconnaissance iShyShy
  Dr. Junjie Tao, Forensic Psychiatrist FBI DarkiusHeavenstein
  
  Room Three
  13131313, Corporal Mechanic Juju
  Terra Reika, Unemployed Cosmos
  
  Room Four
  410656, Lieutenant Gunner Tori Bradley
  Diare Agan, Software Developer User
  
  Room Five
  1072024, Soldier Sniper MePersonally
  Elena Kenley, student Mental Health seasonedcat
  

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Dr. Junjie Tao
FBI Forensic Phychiatrist

Location
Meeting Room

Interaction
Open

Mention
1450859, Elite Driver MadiRaiCat

Outfit
Casual Bussiness and his bag

Dark brown eyes were narrowed, even more slanted than the asian eyes usually were, as the owner of them peered out of his front window. "Come on, people..." The voice was clearly annoyed, perhaps even pissed as that gaze moved to the little clock on his dashboard. 8:26am. He still had more than enough time, but damn this stupid rush hour. It was nothing for him, the always calm and patient Junjie Tao, to be so irrigated. But today was also a day like no other, with a job that was like no other. He sighed as he was cut off once more, eyes rolling in their sockets as let out a soft breath. It was not like getting worked up about this was helping any...

Seven minutes later he pulled finally up at his destination. A big modern building. It could have easily been a college or a business building, but the insides would reveal to be something entirely else. He drove up to the beam that would allow him access to the parking lot that was next to the building. He reached out of his window to press on the little speaker.
"TETSAR Shelter, name and business please," a curt male voice sounded. Yet the lips of the driver only curled up. He did not mind the lack of friendliness. No, this was at least someone who was down to business.
"Doctor Tao..." he hesitated for a short moment. How to describe the job he was gonna have here? It was something completely different from what he usually did. He did not get the time to make up his mind even.
"Oh. Rehabilitation, I see. Please continue," the male voice said, before the beam moved up.

Rehabilitation. That was probably the way to describe his bussiness here indeed. And not only his, since there would be others. They would partly be working as some sort of team. Something he was not quite used to. Or well, of course he worked within a team, but no one else shared his expertise even close. He always worked alone with the criminals. Yes, there were only a very few exceptions where the people he met had been innocent. He pulled up into one of the parking spaces, though he had more than enough to chose from. Either most had decided not to battle the rush hour or... well, he could not really come up with another reason than all of them being late. He checked the clock. 8:39 am. Or perhaps he was just very early, yet he liked having some time to get settled.

The Psychiatrist got out of the car, quickly pulling his suitjacket straight again, before grabbing his leather shoulder bag. In it, he had a notebook, laptop, and the file of the person he would work with. Patient? Where they really patients? Anyway, he liked to know what he was dealing with so he had hoarded all the bits of information he could find on this... unique job. And it had not proven to be easy to find much on the Project TETSA. So in the end he had nothing else to work with than the file that had been send to him from the Facility. And that had not been much. Just a number that was suppose to be their name and the many many missions they had been send on. Some mention of medical information when they had gotten hurt on the field, but nothing more than that. It were really sparse file and it gave him the feeling there was a lot of information that was held back. Which gave Junjie not the best feeling about all of this, for held back information meant surprises and in his line of work, surprises were nothing good.

Junjie took a deep breath, calming any nerves he was feeling before he stepped into the room. A quite empty room. Not persay for the lack of colleagues, but also for the lack of... everything. The place seemed more like an interrogation room than something else. Though the big round table in the center of it gave it more a conference room vibe. He didn't spend much thought on it as he pulled out one of the chairs, giving him a view on the door. He took out his notebook and a pen as he started to write down his thoughts so far. He checked his watch quickly. 8.38 am. 22 minutes before they would meet their patients, the ex-soldiers. He was still not really sure how to label them, yet there was a stronger curiosity within him now that he had seen this place.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

1031025
Elite Spy

Location
Work out room --> Aula --> Shelter

Interaction
Open

Mention
All Soldiers MadiRaiCat Tori Bradley iShyShy Juju MePersonally

Outfit
Normal Shit

1031025 had been up since the break of dawn, more or less. 6 am sharp. Just as every other day of his life. Just as he had been told. Even though things had changed in the last few weeks. At first, it didn't seem that different from their normal life, but there had been quite a lot changes. Subtle changes, but changes none the less. There was a lot more... freedom in a sense. Less expectations perhaps. For what reason, he couldn't really guess.

With the changes their group had also become smaller. The younger ones were no longer here. At least he had seen no one under the age of eightteen it seemed. As well as no more doctor visits. No daily reports or tests on their physical and mental well being. Furthermore there had not been a single briefing since they had been placed here. Not even a training. Sure they could go to the work out room, but they were no longer expected to do so. Still that was the place where he spend most of his mornings. It was not like he had really anything else to do.

"10..31..." A womans voice sounded unsure behind him, probably one of the newer workers,. They always seemed to be unfamiliar or uncomfortable with that way of adressing to them.
"1031025," he helped her out as he did his last push-up, before getting up. He grabbed a towel to wipe of some sweat as he turned towards her. "Briefing?" He asked, not at all affected by the way her eyes traveled over his body. He simply grabbed his shirt to put it back on now that his workout was over anyway. For a moment disappointment seemed to flash over the young womans face, before she looked up at him.
"You are expected in the aula in 30 minutes," she said and he just nodded in response. Something that seemed to unsettle her once more.
"Thank you, miss," he added to his silent response in an effort to get her going. He didn't need any more information. He would figure it out in 30 minutes when he had arrived at the aula.

The young female finally turned and left him alone again. He listened to the clickings of her heels that told him she had turned the corner and was going upstairs now. 30 minutes. He set the alarm on his phone for 25 minutes as he made his way back to his room. A quick shower would have to do for now. It was not like he had fully worked himself into the sweat, but it would be refreshing. He discarded his work out clothes into the wash bin, before stepping under the cold water. He never had been one for taking hot showers. The cold water helped him keep more alert and it was a quick way to cool down his body now. Exactly 10 minutes later, he left the shower again. He quickly dried of his body and wrapped the towel around his hips as he made his way over to the bedroom.

His wardrobe had also changed. They had added some more color and all kind of different fabrics and clothes. Still the male prefered to keep to the former attire as he picked out camouflage pants and a simple white shirt. He really wouldn't know what to do with all the other clothes, nor what their purpose were. Most of them seemed far too fragile for his kind of life or far too flashy. Then again, that life was over. Or so he had been told. Yesterday to be exact. Maybe that was what this meeting was about? He would see it when he got there. His fingers combed quickly through his slightly wet hair. He sat down on the bed to put his army boots back on, before getting up, ready to face who ever he was gonna meet.

He closed his roomdoor behind him, even though there was nothing to steal. No one without a death wish would even dare to do so. He could be quite possesive over the few things he owned, furthermore inexperienced people always seemed to hurt themselves as they touched his stuff. Or break something. The idea alone of someone being in his room, his personal space, while he was not there send shivers down his spine. And not in a very good way. His hazel gaze moved over the through the hallway. Other soldiers were on the move as well. Not many. Only five others. They would be the first group to go to this new place, the Shelter.

Just before he reached the door to the aula, his watch beeped and for a moment his lips curled up. Right on time. He quickly silenced the watch as he stepped into the aula. 1031025 had been right. This meeting was about what to do next. Though it hadn't given them much. They were send to pack up. He didn't own much. None of them owned much. He took his favorite set of throwing knives, along with his butterfly knives. He looked over at the guns, but decided against them. Some clothes? Neh, that would be at the Shelter as well, they had been told. 8:40 He was back down. Ready for depature and into the van with the others he went.

There was no talking. They hardly ever talked. And if there was talking, he did not participate in the conversation. He looked over their diverse group. There was one other Elite, though she had just received her title. So it was only logical he'd take the lead. He looked up at the new building and stepped forward without second thoughts or any hesitation. He looked around and followed the little sign that said 'meeting room'. He stepped into the room that was a lot different from what he expected. There were already people there. People he had never seen before, people that looked like... civillians? Right, they were gonna be working with civilians to learn how to live like them. He lead his little team to one of the walls so they could all stand next to each other and represent themselves. "1031025, ready for further briefing," he said, "with me are 1450859, 410656, 4103116, 13131313 and 1072024." Of course he knew there numbers. He had paid attention when they were all called up to their groups.

 

[Tori Bradley]

Location: Shooting Range --> Aula --> The Shelter
Interaction: Open
Mentions: DarkiusHeavenstein , MadiRaiCat , MePersonally , iShyShy , Juju
Outfit: This

Risk’s hands were steady on his gun as he squinted through the scope, taking aim at the targets placed nearly three hundred meters down the range. He stood perfectly still, feet shoulder width apart, eyes focused on his targets with his finger hovering just over the trigger. His dog tags hung around his neck—same place they’d been since the day he’d received them. He wore the same camouflage cargo pants, long sleeve army shirt, and black boots he’d been wearing every day since his last deployment, the same thing he wore every time he was at the Facility and not on a mission or assignment.

A loud buzzer sounded, easily heard through the protective headphones he wore over his ears—a piece of equipment required when using the range. Risk didn’t quite understand why, considering he’d been listening to rapid gunfire on the field for the last eight years of his life, but orders were orders, and he would obey, as he’d been taught since birth. Eight moving targets fell in quick succession, programmed to fall back when a soldier’s bullets hit them in the chest or head. The loud bursts of sound made by the AUG’s bullets as they left the chamber were among one of Risk’s favorite sounds by now. He’d been raised around guns and fighting and war, and when he started showing an affinity for ground warfare and firearms, that was what he spent ninety-five percent of his time doing. When he wasn’t gunning down enemies or guarding civilian lives in the field, he was on the range practicing, honing his skills. He believed he was close to Elite status, but it didn’t matter now.

Risk lowered his weapon, clicking on the safety and laying the weapon down on the table in front of him. As soon as he removed the protective headphones, leaving them around his neck, he heard the voice of one of the building’s general workers behind him. “410656,” the man said. “You are to report to the aula in precisely thirty minutes.” Risk nodded and turned away from him. He removed the headphones from his neck and hung them on the wall where they belonged, then picked up his AUG, slinging the strap that held the weapon over his shoulder. The familiar weight of the weapon kept him grounded as he left the range and headed to his room. He had a feeling he knew what the briefing was going to be about. He’d been expecting it since the day before, when they were informed the Project had been shut down.

Risk reached his room quickly, his pace faster than most due to his frequent runs. He had around twenty-seven minutes before he had to be at the aula, but he knew not to show up to a briefing with a loaded weapon on his back. When he reached his room, he took the clip out of his gun, checked the clip for any rounds, and then laid the weapon across his bed and left the room again. He was the first to the meeting room, and took a silent stance against the wall, back straight with his hands clasped behind his back. It wasn’t long before the other soldiers arrived, and the moment the thirty-minute-mark hit, the briefing began. Risk was right. It was about the news from the day before, about what they were to do now that Project TETSA was over.

Risk went promptly back to his room after the meeting to pack up what meager belonging they had. All he brought was his uniform and his weapons. They’d said he wouldn’t need clothes—they’d be provided to him at the Shelter, like they always had been. Risk knew he wouldn’t need his uniform, or just as likely, his weapons, but they were the only things he had that belonged solely to him, things he’d had with him for most of his life, and all eight years of his service. His AUG, his Beretta’s, his M16, his combat knife—they were all parts of him. The only weapon he didn’t take was his Barrett M82, because it was a .50 caliber sniper rifle, and non-handheld. By the time 8:40 rolled around, Risk was on the ground floor with the others, loading into the back of the transport van, and on his way to the Shelter.

When they arrived, Risk stepped out of the van slowly, his duffel slung over his shoulder, held tightly so the weapons inside didn’t clack together. He stared up at the building before him. It looked just like the Facility had, just like the Academy had. In sight, it was nearly the same as before, but Risk knew it was going to be far different. He waited for the more experienced Elite in his group to step forward before he headed into the building, making sure to stand just behind the second Elite as the filed inside. Even here, where they were meant to be learning how to be like civilians, they instinctually followed the hierarchy they’d lived with their whole lives. Risk was a Lieutenant, which put him squarely behind the newest Elite, with Sergeant 10, who he recalled working with several times in past missions and training with a few times, following behind him with the other two behind her.

Once inside, they quickly made their way to the meeting room, which was far more decorative than Risk was used to, and entered, standing in a line in usual military stance against the wall. Risk did not speak, choosing instead to follow protocol and allow the Elite to introduce them first. As he did, he let his eyes fall on the man who sat at the table, taking in his civilian attire and inquisitive demeanor with vigilant eyes. He knew there were five more like him to come.

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[MePersonally]

1072024, Sniper

Her room at the facility, 08:00

"105, 106, 107,108...", she was counting steadily while she was doing situps. Her mind filled with the numbers, as they danced in front of her eyes and she continued rocking her torso up and down.
"109,110, 111, 112"
Her alarm went off and she jumped to her feet, immediately. Showering before meetings was mandatory, especially after they had worked out. There was a little bit of sweat on the back of her head, where she had tied her hair together and it bothered her, which was why she opened her dark hair, before she went to the shower. At exactly 8:15 she was getting dressed. Khaki trousers and a shirt that had exactly the same colors. Her wet hair was rolled up into a bun quickly, before she made her way to the aula. It was full there and she almost bumped into an elite spy when she slipped through the doors. Quickly averting her eyes and staring at the floor, not really looking for trouble, 107 mumbled an apology. Her footsteps were hardly audible, as she sat down and listened.

So they were really leaving. This was the moment that it had become real. She was supposed to pack, so she went back to her room, her whole body feeling numb. This wasn't leaving for a mission, this was leaving for good. This was change and stepping into something she wasn't prepared for, something she had no knowledge about. She didn't need to know, she wasn't supposed to. Still, she would have liked to have something. A target, a plan, a team... Something she could work with.
Sniper only packed her rifle and her first aid kit. She knew they would be provided for, so there was no need to take clothes or anything else. It was the most important thing to rotect herself, to make sure that she and the others stayed alive out there and she didn't need clothes for that.

In the van, 107 finally found a familiar face. She looked at Nine and searched her eye contact to reassure herself that everything would be fine. She had never felt this... jittery before. This situation was something completely new for her and it made her heart pound against her chest. The adrenaline was really unnecessary, she thought to herself and glued her glance to Nine's face. She was calm, so 107 figured that nothing would happen to them. This was not the end, just a new beginning.

The Shelter, 08:55

Sniper stepped out of the van last. She was staying down, waiting for orders, as they walked up to the building. Her eyes scanned the surrounding, instinctively looking for favorable places and high spots. It was a huge building, almost similar to the Facility. But somehwo, there was something off about it. It looked... too casual, too open. Almost like it was in danger of being attacked. 107 shook her head and followed the higher ranked soldiers to the meeting room.
Quietly waiting for orders, she stood behind her chair and waited. The people inside the room were weirdly dressed and all looked so different to them. Sniper had seen civilians before, but the way these people looked at her was different to anything she had ever experienced. It made her uncomfortable, so she hardened her facial expression and pressed her lips together. She would stand like this, until one of the higher ranked ones would give her an order.

Tagged MadiRaiCat (Nine)
All other Soldiers Tori Bradley iShyShy Juju DarkiusHeavenstein

 

[iShyShy]

4103116

4103116
Location: Gym -> Aula -> Shelter Tags: Soldiers DarkiusHeavenstein MadiRaiCat Tori Bradley Juju MePersonally Outfit​

The alarm blared at 0600 again today and as usual 4103116 immediately sprung up and silenced it. The routine is burned into her mind and she wouldn't have it any other way, it's all she's ever known. Before allowing herself to eat, she went to the gym to complete her daily regimen. It was no longer mandatory, according to yesterday's announcement. 4103116 did not buy it. There was no logical reasoning for the project to be shut down. This had to be some sort of test. Maybe an elaborate plan to get the upper hand on something much larger than they have had to deal with before. Possibly they wanted people to go undercover. She excelled at that skill. It didn't matter what the true goal was, 10 would be ready.

After the hour and a half long work out ended at exactly 0745. 10 was making her way to grab a small breakfast when she was stopped by one of the workers who was glancing between a photo and her. He made strong eye contact with her and she immediately straightened up to listen to him, refraining from movement until she was told she could. The worker hesitated, obviously being unfamiliar with that type of interaction as he cleared his throat to fix his nerves as he flipped through a few papers behind her photo to find something. “4103116 ... correct? You're.. uh.. expected to..” 10 stood still, patiently, waiting for this man to get the directive out. This should have been an indicator that things were officially over but 10 saw it as a test. There's no way they would have been abandoned and left with non-professionals unless there was a real reason. The man finally found what he needed and lifted the paper up as he read it with pride and a tone of victory. “You are expected to be in the aula in 30 minutes. Thank you.” “Understood.” She replied without hesitation and the man scurried off. She had time.

Finally after eating her small breakfast 10 went to her room. She took a quick warm shower to help her muscles relax and recuperate after her workout. Exiting the shower, she dried off quickly and threw her hair into a low messy bun to let her hair dry as she got ready. Getting ready for her was always part of her missions and she would not treat this any differently. 10 stood in front of the closet that had been filled with clothing that she was accustomed to as well as some clothing that seemed to be a trap, to see if she would shirk her training. She ignored the existence of the trap clothing and grabbed her go to brief attire, the black camisole with camouflage pants and black boots. She was not about to make a bad impression in front of whoever would be around. She left her room with her hair still drying, knowing it might take a quick shake to speed up the process. Making her way to the aula she let her hair down and did a quick hair flip to let things settle before putting her hair back up into a loose ponytail.

The aula appointment was hardly fitting of being called a meeting but she was given orders. Orders to grab all of her things and bring them to the Shelter. Things were to be provided at the Shelter so 10 only brought the weapons she always kept on her person. The arsenal she has learned to keep hidden on her body has grown through the years. It would be a lie to say she didn't feel a slight pride at her skill. She has managed to hide daggers, blades, toxins, and poisons on various locations of her body. She threw on a camouflage wind breaker to help hide a few extra things as she grabbed a bag and filled it with trinkets, one set of clothing, and her phone with the respective charger. She rarely made use of the device but was taught how to use it to contact people on missions or to receive directions so she knew it was important to keep at hand. She took a quick glance over the room and felt that she had everything she needed. Changing locations was not new to her and this was no different. Her missions always consisted of settling into new places and learning new people.

She arrived at the shuttle van around the same time the other soldiers of her group did. There was a silence that was common before missions. Everyone was in their mind space preparing for what they had to do. The only difference this time was that they were not given much to prepare with. No matter, 10 was staying focused. She took a look at her squad quickly to get a feel for each person. She recognized two of the people in the squad, Elite 1031025 and Lieutenant 410656, but said nothing. She only gave a small nod toward them as they made the trip to the Shelter. 10 had shared training and classroom experience with 1301025 and 410656 frequently and even completed missions with 410656. This only confirmed for her that this was another mission in an elaborate disguise.

Upon arrival, the squad emptied the van in rank order, as they were taught and accustomed to, leaving 10 to follow behind 410656 who followed the aforementioned elite and another that 10 did not know. The building they entered and traversed through was similar to others they have been in. Elite 1031025 led the way to the meeting room and in natural action, started the line up against one of the walls as he introduced each soldier. She stood straight up, feet shoulder length apart, hands held professionally behind her back as she waited for what was to come next. In her peripherals she couldn't help but wonder what it was she was truly seeing. In her line of work the civilians were normally in pain or turmoil of some sort but these people.. they seemed to be.. fine. It was too suspicious, something had to be wrong and it was her job to get the information about it as it always has been.

10

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[MadiRaiCat]

1450859 (Nine)

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"If you'd like to see what I'm capable of, just watch."​

location: Obstacle Course -> Barracks -> Aula
mentions: All Soldiers and Mentors ( Tori Bradley , iShyShy , Juju , Nona , Cosmos , User , seasonedcat )
interactions: Sniper ( MePersonally ), 103 ( DarkiusHeavenstein )
outfit: x

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A light drizzle fell from the cloudy sky, dripping down the hood of a charcoal grey standard-issued windbreaker before falling to the ground below. A brisk wind made the day feel rather chilly, but the blonde soldier barely noticed. She had been trained not to notice. 1450859 breathed heavily as she jogged towards last obstacle in the course: a tall wooden wall with only a single rope to help her get to the top. Truth be told, Nine had been up since sunrise. After her morning run, she took to the obstacle course to work off some stress. That was the day the project she had been a part of her entire life was coming to an end.

Instead of thinking about that, Nine decided to compartmentalize and focus on the task at hand: the wall. The blonde picked up her pace to a dead sprint, launching herself as high up the wall as she should could before grabbing on to the rope. With the rain, the wall and rope had become much more slick than the first time she had ran the course that morning. Nevertheless, Nine was able to pull herself up the rope and over the wall, landing with a soft splash in the muddy pit below. Rising to her feet, the driver only briefly felt the dull ache in her shoulder before she heard a faint whistle from walkway across the course. A middle-aged man in a suit with an umbrella nodded to her, signalling that it was time to head inside and get ready for the morning meeting. With her final run of the course complete, 1450859 took off in a jog back towards the barracks to shower and get ready for the strange day that lay ahead.

Less than thirty minutes later, Nine had showered, towel-dried her hair, and dressed. Her closet had been updated with clothes that one of the younger female staff members called "trendy." Nine had no idea what that meant, but decided to try it out anyway. While she wasn't comfortable with the brighter pieces of clothing, 1450859 was able to assemble a cohesive outfit of black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, a black leather jacket, black combat boots, and a black beanie. It was similar to the outfit some of the Intelligence team members wore when on infiltration missions. Without a second thought on whether or not she looked "trendy," she slid her holster and P229 over her built until it rested comfortable on her hip and strapped her dagger holster to her opposite thigh. Sure, it might just be a meeting, but a soldier was always ready.

Nine descended the stairs of the barracks into the lobby, finding a group of other soldiers there. She recognized most of them, having either been on missions with them or seen them in passing. All seemed quiet as they loaded into the transport van, some possibly nervous but hiding their emotions like good soldiers did. In the van, Nine caught Sniper's gaze, offering her a small reassuring smile before looking away. When they arrived at the aula, 1450859 was the second out of the van behind 1031025, an Elite soldier her senior. The group appeared to line up in their rank, entering the meeting room in a hierarchical formation. A group of what appeared to be civilians sat at the table, looking them over in a way that made Nine slightly uncomfortable. Who were they, and why were they there?

The blonde soldier took her position next to 103 as the only other Elite rank in the group. Though she only reached that rank a few months ago, it had felt like a lifetime. And now that chapter of her life was coming to an end. In a way, she was a bit angered by the program's decision. Nine had wanted to do so much more with her Elite status. But she wouldn't get that chance. Even with the range of thoughts and emotions running through her mind at that time, Nine stood silently while Elite 103 announced their arrival. She kept her face stoic, expressionless, looking at each of the civilians in the room expectantly.

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[MadiRaiCat]

Xavier Holt

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"Work hard in silence. Let you success be the noise."​

location: Meeting Room
mentions: All Soldiers and Mentors ( Tori Bradley , iShyShy , Juju , Nona , Cosmos , User , seasonedcat )
interactions: Dr. Tao ( DarkiusHeavenstein )
outfit: x

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"In one thousand feet, turn right on to the ramp." The obnoxiously robotic female voice was too far too loud for his liking, temporarily covering up the football announcer's voice calling out through the radio. Dark brown eyes narrowed momentarily in annoyance, but regained their composure as the man focused on the announcer's play-by-play once again. His favorite time was leading by only one touch down and their opponent had the ball. It was turning out to be an interesting game, and Xavier was mildly upset he had to miss watching it. However, his agenda for the day was far more important than some pre-season football game. Following the GPS's directions, X steered his SUV down the ramp on to the highway that would lead him to his new home for the indeterminate future.

When Xavier had first heard about the program, he was in a bit of shock that an operation like TETSA had been running in secrecy for so long. But, being a veteran himself, he empathized with the released soldiers and wanted to do everything in his power to help them the way others had helped him after his discharge. Who knew where he would be without those people. X pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and focused his attention on the tasks at hand: driving and football. By the time he pulled into the big modern building labeled the 'Shelter,' his team had won and the annoying GPS voice had come to an end. Pausing before the gate to speak into the intercom, Xavier pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine of his SUV.

Stepping out of the car, X made sure to grab his leather jacket from the back seat and slip it on before shutting the door. Over his black t-shirt and black slacks, the entire outfit was complimented by a cedar brown brown belt and matching leather shoes, giving him the overall look of rugged handsomeness without trying to terribly hard. By the time he had entered the conference room, it was 8:45 am with fifteen minutes until the "meet-and-greet" officially began. A few people were sat at the conference table, one of whom he recognized as his former psychiatrist turned reference for this program, Dr. Tao. Xavier offered the man a nod in greeting, taking a seat alongside him before turning his attention to the group of people lined up against the far wall.

They all looked rather expressionless, stoic, hardened. He had seen similar looks on the faces of the traumatized foot soldiers on his squad back in the army. One of the soldiers spoke up, introducing the rest of his team as 'ready for further briefing.' The others stood silent, waiting for someone to acknowledge them or give them orders. Xavier couldn't say he had never been in similar shoes to theirs, always following orders without question. In some ways, he was still that way. Xavier leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for the meeting to begin.

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codedbycrucialstar | hidden scroll​

 

[Nona]

• Laika Nikolev •​

Room 1 | Nurse
Tag | None
Interactions | None | Open

She was late. Well not exactly...but she wanted to arrive early originally. She had just gotten lost more than a few times on the on the drive here. Even now as she walked through the corridors to find the room she'd be meeting her group in she was still sure she took a wrong turn as well. At least she thought it was a group she was meeting? She knew she wouldn't be working alone but the information she had recieved was minimal. Just a case file on the person she'd be working with and even that was a pretty sparse document if she were honest. She was reading it over once more as she walked down the halls. Maybe she was hoping if she read it over enough times that she'd spot a name to remember that she somehow missed or some kind of describing factor to help her figure out what kind of person she'd be dealing with. But no. Just a number.

Whoever this number was, they were certainly busy if she was going by what missions were written in the file and she was going to be the one helping them adjust into a normal life? Sounded like she had her work cut out for her for sure...She closed the document over and tucked it into the notebook she had taken with her before she had crossed paths with an polite older lady who noticed her fumbling with her stuff. "You are here for the Rehabilitation, correct?" The woman asked with a practised smile that somehow still seemed nice. She offered an energetic smile back at the woman though with a hint of embarrassment over having to admit she had gotten lost despite not wanting to "Ah...yeah. I'm just trying to find the uh..." she shuffled the papers and notebook in her hand "...The right room" she continued with a nod. "This way~" The woman gestured as she led Laika sont the correct corridor and dropping her off at the door.

Hugging the book to her chest as she reached the door to her destination. Fingers crossed that she wasnt too late...Well it was still before 9 but these were soldiers she was about to meet so this was probably considered late... And she was correct...Opening the door revealed that there was already a good crowd of people here already. She was just hoping she wasn't the last to arrive.

One group were standing against the wall in a line while the rest sat at the table... She blinked a few times as her eyes drifted along the line of people against the wall. It was not hard to tell which group was the soldiers even if she had just missed them announcing themselves minutes before. Stony faced, dark plain clothes, standing obediently in a line... Nevertheless she wondered which one of these serious looking individuals were assigned to her before offering a bright smile in their direction even if she was fairly confident that they would probably not smile back.

She offered the same greeting to those at the table before quietly taking her seat at the table as well, she flicker her hair over her shoulder to keep it out of the way while she opened her notebook and left it in front of her. Assuming that she'd have to write stuff down soon enough.

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[Cosmos]

Terra Reika || 21 || Female || Home-Flexible (mainly lesbian) || 6 months and 3/4's pregnant || Current mood: FREAKING OUT. || Current Location: Meeting room
Tags<> Nona MadiRaiCat iShyShy MePersonally Tori Bradley DarkiusHeavenstein Juju seasonedcat User

"Great- I'm so fricken' late, so flippity fricken late!?" Reika muttered under her breath, trying to keep down on the swearing as she haphazardly peeked into rooms trying to find the location of where she was meant to be- it'd been a long morning. Finally jogging, or more accurately almost face planting into the correct door she heard voices and greetings inside, along with an older lady not too far down the corridor giggling a little with an apologetic smile, giving her a short nod in confirmation she'd reached the right room.

Letting out a short sigh she shoved the door open a little nervously, flailing slightly as she almost dropped the file she may have read a few times nervously barely gathering much — not that there was much to gather from it. "So sorry i'm late! you just- well see I lost my bus pass and then I started throwing up so I couldn't get to the stop until I stopped then I went to the wrong place and then the flipping security guard laughed at me an!- Argh, sorry I'm rambling, w-were you all already in the middle of it? I uh, so sorry!" she fumbled out between rubbing the back of her still somewhat messy natural strawberry blond hair awkwardly.

Casting a glance around the room she couldn't feel more awkward, argh- everyone here looked so professional! or at least competent at life. She felt like the total opposite, a huge dork that just happened to stumble both herself and her baby bump into some serious meeting.

Giving an apologetic bow briefly, or as much as she could without her stomach beginning to interrupt, she went over and took a seat with a relieved breath, dang- no one ever mentioned pregnancy made it so annoying to do things like just- jogging! Slumping back a little she quickly caught herself doing the action and straightened up she a once again bashful glance, looking back down at the file briefly before over at the presumed now ex soldiers.

A part of her felt guilty after all, like she didn't fit in here. Of course she felt bad for them and wanted to help but, she'd also come for the free food and roof for the time being. Did that make her a bad person? No. It didn't- right? After all she really did want to help them, she just, kinda also needed to help herself to do that. After all shepromised that she'd give this her all! for uh, all three of their sake.
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Casting a brief glance around the room there was certainly an unusual group of people, a rather stern looking again man that gave her school principle vibes, something she did not appreciate. Along with what her old room mate would describe as 'a hunk' not that she ever saw the attraction in muscular guys, seemingly looking at the soldiers somewhat more knowingly than the others, then someone else looking almost as flustered as her who seemed to have recently taken a seat, given she saw her standing when just entering, along with all the other two members of the mentor group.

As for the soldiers well- She felt bad for saying it, but they all kinda looked similar in a weird way. Their pose, their expressions, most were very close together. Same bland clothing as well, though she guessed during gunfire ya didn't wanna exactly stand out to the crowd. But they were all so stiff, almost robotic- it was kinda, disconcerting. Glancing at the four female members of the wall lineup, she began to wonder aimlessly which one was gonna be her responsibility, and how exactly she'd even go about it.

 

[Juju]

Contrary to popular belief, the required time for soldiers to get up was not entirely consistent. Mechanic 131313 knew this because she had done the stats. On any given day a range of +0.30-0.45 was safe. 0.52 was for poor weather. Today, however, she counted to +1.13. It was the highest she wanted to count out of fear of consequences. Yet, nobody seemed to care today. Even worse, the screen detailing all the machinery she was required to fix in a day was empty.

It all supported the hypothesis. The end. The shutting down. As 13 idly put on her clothes she realized her fingers were shaking as she fastened her shirt. Her heartbeat was also abnormal. She tried to resist it, like she was trained to do, but in the end she failed. Her mind wandered into the future.

What was going to happen after The End?

She had been here since forever. No memories of anything other than duty and waiting for orders existed. Her files had said her lineage was from Brazil, but even that place was about as familiar as the surface of the moon. Home was a concept that meant sparks, oil, and explosions. Strife was her entire world, like a puzzle piece jammed into somewhere it didn’t fit; not entirely complete, yet left a void in its absence.

A void. That was a perfect word to describe her mind. She wasn’t sure what was really the cause of this anxiety. Such biting thoughts were relentlessly and painfully rooted out, but she could feel them again. In battle, she could eagerly lose herself in the lull of chaos, but now she felt on edge. Not good. Maybe it was all a test. If so, couldn’t let them see an instability in her psyche. Besides, they couldn’t really be ending the program? They had invested too much time and money, not to mention the success of their soldiers.

Especially not when she now felt completely comfortable in her life?

In the childhood phase, she had taken a long time to get used to the conditions. Longer than previous children in the program, as she was often told. Conditioning on her worked differently. Lectures were confusing, and at one point she had been terrified and disoriented by loud sounds and lights, almost in a frenzy. Now it was one of the few things that felt stabilizing. She had grown to love it, and the intoxicating feeling of danger, almost too much. The concept of it having been forced upon her seemed so far off that she couldn't untangle fiction from memory.

Her heart rising in her throat, 13 opened up her toolbox and began re-cleaning the perfectly serviced tools. It was strangely therapeutic, and as the last one was put back into its place she felt calm again. This action always did the trick. With a small sigh, 13 placed it into her duffel bag with other parts and tools and tried not to look back as she walked down the hall. Sometimes she thought too much, another thing that was discouraged. She had to trust the program, she reminded herself. 13 repeated it over and over again, up until the moment she stepped into the meeting room with 103 and the rest of her squad.

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Mentions: Cosmos MadiRaiCat DarkiusHeavenstein

Standing at attention was probably the worst thing 13 had to cope with in her life. Even dodging bullets was better than trying to sit still for such a long period of time. But if anything her childhood training had taught her, it was that she had to stand still. Thankfully, her mind didn't have to, and she allowed herself to think about schematics or how few explosives it would take to bring down this building. She could see it like a 3D hologram in her mind, one of the skills that made her an exceptional mechanic. That and the ability to snap back into focus when important (or interesting) things were being said.

She flicked her eyes curiously towards one of the civilians who came into the room. There was something different about her...the stomach! It was large, but not like a fat person. Then it clicked. She was pregnant?! That's what pregnant people looked like. She had the sudden urge to touch the strange stomach-bump, to see if it was real. She hoped she was partnered with her!

13 could feel her fear bubbling away into excitement. However, that only made standing still more torturous. She reluctantly tore her gaze away and looked straight ahead. She didn't want to invoke the ire of one of the elites, especially since they were THE 103 and 09. Just standing near them made her feel small, and even more excited. 13 would have let out a giddy laugh from it all... if she could. Laughing outbursts were not allowed, something she learned quite painfully. Somehow she felt that rule only applied to her, but then again none of the others seemed like the type to laugh much.

 

[User]

Daire Agan​

Daire prided himself on learning every detail about his friends - their birthdays, favorite food and movies - but it was a bit hard to figure anything out about ‘his’ soldier. He spent all week trying to research them, filling his Google Search History with “TETSAR soldiers list”, “Ismail Hamadan assassinator”, and “410656 TETSAR” but, as could be expected, got nothing. In the hope of being able to contact his soldier, he even called the administration team for TETSAR and asked if they knew 410656’s favorite candy. With a haughty laugh, the receptionist told Daire to wait a minute and just left him to listen to elevator music for the next several hours.

With a slight shake of his head, the Irishman walked down the hallway, searching for the room he had been told to wait in. He kept his hands down to his side, unable to shove them into his jean pockets since they were filled to the brim with KitKat’s. After reaching the designated room, he gently pushed open the door, only to see a room filled with people.

“Oh, damn,” he blinked, surveying the room, “Am I late?” His eyes were instantly drawn to the row of people up against the wall, their bodies just as stiff as their expressions. He ventured further into the space and plopped down into an empty seat. Glancing around at the room, it didn’t seem like anyone else really knew what to do except for waiting. “What a way to start the morning, huh?” Daire grinned, his attempt to start a conversation a bit lame, but there nonetheless.

A sensation tugged at Daire the longer he stayed in the room, but it was so subtle that he might not have noticed it if it weren’t for the pregnant women whom he sat beside. And, no, it wasn’t just because of her baby bump or how she was the youngest person in the room, but, rather, how normal she seemed. How natural. Daire peered over at the soldier’s in front of him and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. They all looked so different yet so much the same. Stoic, expressionless, and inscrutable - like they were all made from the same clay mold. And, it didn’t help that they all stood up against the wall, elbow to elbow like products on the assembly line.

‘Stop overthinking this.’ he mentally scolded, ‘they’ve all been through hell and back.’ Daire told himself that it wasn’t fair for him to be so critical about how they behaved, especially not after he read ‘410656’s’ file, which spoke of missions that made the poor soldier hold hands with death.

“Are we allowed to talk to them yet?” Daire whispered, leaning in towards the other mentors, “Or are they doing some drill or something?”

mentions: Tori Bradley & Soldiers & Cosmos
interactions: mentors : )


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[seasonedcat]

~Elena Kenley~
Outfit: X​

Elena anxiously ran pulled down her skirt for the 30th time in the last 5 minutes, her flats making soft padding sounds as she walked the hall. She hated wearing skirts, they were totally out of her comfort zone and she really would prefer to not be wearing one at this moment in time, however, she had no choice. She wasn't informed of any dress code for this meeting, she knew later when they were lodging together they didn't have to be so dressy, but she didn't know if she needed to today. She woke up early, not wanting to risk being late and had gone through her routine wearing her normal cardigan and other plain outfits, however right before she left her house she got the horrifying realization that what if it was supposed to be professional wear.

Her early start on the day disappeared as she through apart her apartment after wasting 35 minutes worrying about what she should do. It took her forever to find something dressy and even more time to find her pair of glasses that didn't have flowers on it, not to mention she also had to do a small amount of makeup to top off the look. All and all, her early start turned into her running late and having to try not to freak out again about if she was going to make it in time. Well, she did make it in time, kinda she was almost out of time now as she fast-walked to the room she was supposed to be in soon.

She glanced down at her phone one more time, looking at the map she had asked them to email her last week so she would know her way around the building when she arrived, they of course happily obliged and now all she had to do was walk fast enough. She looked around the hall she was in before double-checking the map, "It should be this door here..." she mumbled before looking up, as it turned out it was the right door lucky enough for her. Pulling down her skirt one more time and running a hand through her copper locks she entered the room.

The room was clearly divided between the soldiers and the mentors. The soldiers stood against the wall while the mentors sat at a table, not much talking was happening at all, except for a redheaded man whispering to what appeared to be a pregnant woman. Adjusting her glasses with shaky hands she gave the group a smile, "U-uh hello everyone! I'm Elena Kenley, its nice to meet all of you!" she managed to get out with only a few stutters, blush dashing across her face as she gazed around the room with jumpy eyes. She quickly took the last seat after she spoke, placing her sweaty palms in her lap as she did so.
Juju User Cosmos Nona MadiRaiCat Tori Bradley MePersonally iShyShy DarkiusHeavenstein

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Location: Seatlle, Washington.
Date: Monday 16 September 2019
Time: 9:05
Temperature: 13°C | 56°F
Weather: Dark clouded and rainy. Slightly windy.

As soon as everyone was more or less settled in the meeting room, or conference room, whatever they prefered to call it, the screen came on. The soldiers by now should be used by such things, since often they were briefed over long distance and thus through video messages. An older gentleman came into view sitting behind a desk with a microphone in front of him. His chest several medals and other rewards were shown off. It was obvious he came from a military setting and very high ranked. "Hello ladies and gentlemen, soldiers," he greeted them. A curt nod towards the six at the wall and a friendly smile towards the six that were sitting around the table. "Now, thank you for participating in Project TETSAR, for without you this would not be possible," he said with a generous smile. His hands folded together on top of the desk as he came a bit more forward.

"I will not be disturbing you for long. Mostly it will be up to all of you. In your rooms, you will find the agenda for the things that are planned in the near and far future. It will give you an idea of the progress we expect," the man spoke. He looked at the 12 individually for a moment. "The mentors will already know whom they are paired up, but I shall be reading the list for you, so each will know what room to go. The keys will be laying on the table in the room as well. Each person gets one key, and you better now lose it," he said. He went on to read up the room number, the name of the soldier followed by the name of the mentor. Each time pausing to give the mentor a moment to make himself known and for the soldier to move over to his or her side.

"Now, all of you will be staying on the first floor, so you will be close together. You will all have your group sessions and group activities together. Each floor will have a group like yours, so there shall be others to interact with as well. For this group, based on his expierence and motivation, dr. Tao will be the group leader, unless anyone disagrees," the male spoke. He looked towards the Asian male and gave him a not. "Each monday we will have a meeting like this and I want to hear a report about the progress that is made." It was still very much like normal briefings, but they assumed it would be best to give the soldiers bits of regime to still hold onto instead of throwing them off in the deep part without any life lines. "I hope to have informed you enough. Have a nice day further, good luck with getting settled and see you next week," the male spoke, "I would suggest you start with quick introduction, before retreating to the rooms." He gave a wave towards the camera and the screen was black again. Now, it was truly up to those in the room.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Dr. Junjie Tao
FBI Forensic Phychiatrist

Location
Meeting Room

Interaction
Everyone in general

Mention
1450859, Elite Driver MadiRaiCat
Xavier Holt, ex-patient/friend MadiRaiCat
All others in general

Outfit
Casual Bussiness and his bag

He had prided himself with being the first one to arrive. Though he had not been alone for long. The six of them came in in perfect synchronisation as they followed the first male to the wall and greeted them. The only thing missing was them giving a real salute, but then again they were not army officials so perhaps that was not necessary. There was a silence for a moment as they gave no reaction to the presence around them at all. He immediately pinned down his own soldier. There had been one small picture added to the files of a blond lady with striking blue eyes that were the color of ice. Undoubtly a picture of the second person in the line up.

His dark brown gaze sliding over the petite woman, though she was not that much smaller than him. They would be pretty much the same height. Perhaps an inch of difference. He watched them stand there completely untouched as suddenly the door opened and in came an old patient of him, now a friend. Were they really friends? He gave Xavier a soft nod back. He was happy to have him on this project, he hoped it would help him and the soldiers better. At least they would have something to connect over, and he would be able to help them connect with real life again. He knew how it was to be deployed and suddenly come back to 'normal' life. His eyes went back to the lady he'd work with. Her clothing choice was rather modern, though still all black. That was a good sign. It meant she was at least open to the change, or just adaptable.

Slowly the other four mentors came in as well, three woman, one male. One friendly woman that he smiled back at, before she took her seat and took out pen and paper. He liked that. She was well prepared. A very pregnant woman followed, rather interesting choice, but well, probably good for the soldiers as well to expierence new life? He could only think that was what the idea was behind it. A redhead followed, with the typical freckles. The perfect Irish stereotype almost. "You can talk to them," he said with a soft nod. Though it seemed like all of them were waiting for something. The last female came who was a bit skittish it seemed. Though he gave her the benefit of the doubt. She looked professional and warmhearted just what the soldiers would need. Their group would be a nice mixure for the soldier to interact with. A rather broad spectrum of personalities he had the idea, perhaps that was why they had been all selected.

Just when the Asian male wanted to say something the screen turned on automatically. The reaction of the soldiers was rather sudden. They really gave him the idea of those highly humanoid robots. The male on the screen gave them some instructions. Though they were rather barren. The rooms were mentioned, along with the couples. So apparently the soldiers had not been told about who they were paired up with. "That is me," he said, when his room was last mentioned. He watched how the soldiers suddenly started moving as if some invisible or silent cue had been given. "Thank you," he said as he stood when he was introduced as the group leader. Though he was missing so much information to go on, he was gonna do his best to make this all a success.

The male turned towards the others. "Unless any one want to take the title of group leader, I shall start with my introduction then," he said. He had no problem talking to strangers, not if it were just eleven people or a big group. He was used to it by now. "My name is Junjie Tao. I am twenty nine years old. I am born in Malaysia, grew up in China and spend my teenage years and the rest here in the United States," he said. He had no idea what all was interesting for the soldiers to know. "I have worked as psychiatrist specialised in Trauma, worked up from the police to a FBI Forensic psychiatirst," he said to give a quick overview from his experience, "oh and if my name proves too much difficulty, just call me John. I rather have that than my name being butchered." He gave a soft smile with those last words being spoken, but he was completely serious. He hated the way Americans could kill his name. Sure, some made an honest effort and he did not mind it then, but others... yeah, let's just not bring up that petpeeve.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

1031025
Elite Spy

Location
Shelter Meeting Room

Interaction
None

Mention
Everyone. Mentors specific

Outfit
Normal Shit

With his hands on his back, lightly held together he stood there. Though he showed hardly any movements his eyes took in everything. The room, the quickest way out, the longest way out, where to escape when the door would be locked or block, where to go if there was a gas attack. All that was quickly taken in and locked in his mind. He was always ready for danger and he always took in account that the worse could happen when you least expected it. And this was definitely one of those situations. Why else would they be here? This had to be a drill, a training, a secret one perhaps.

Once the room was taken in, his hazel eyes took in the civillians. All six of them very different. One very fat, though not fat. Pregnant. He sure as hell wanted nothing to do with that. One very happy for some reason and smiling the whole time. Nope. Oh, another one with smiles and so... nervous. Hmm. The three males so far had no bad points on them. Though the one with the slanted eyes was a bit on the smaller size. The red head just gave him a bit of a... He had no idea how to call it. But something was weird about him. Probably also those smiles. So he settled for the stoic male to be his favorite. He knew they were suppose to paired up with them and everything was fine except for fatty girl and smily person.

The screen suddenly turned on. "General!" he greeted and warned the others. He quickly turned a bit less than a quarter so they all could look at the screen and would not be left looking at the shoulder of the person before them. Or in Snipers case the others back. His hand moved up in a sharp movement as the general came into view. See, there was their briefing. His fingers kept perfect straight as he saluted to the male way higher in rank than any of them would ever be. He had reached the highest possible rank for them. And he was proud of that. Very proud. He listened to the male talking about that same project TETSAR. The rehabilitation. Yet he gave no reaction. This had to be a surprise test or something. He would just follow every order. He listened to the names that were called. Yet his number was called the very last and a female name. Smiley person. Yup, this had to be some sort of test.

1031025 stayed in that very same position as the Asian male was appointed as group leader. So he would listened to him. He gave a salute ending, before the screen was turned off. With that the little line of soldiers fell apart. Or at least he broke free from the line and walked over to stand on the left and a bit behind the smily person. The only pairing he knew was either with another soldier as partner for a training or mission or with a civilian or higher up as guard. So he guessed that last thing was appropiate now. This was just another training. He was slowly getting more and more sure of it. He took in his surroundings from this side, any places that an attack could come from and how he would move the woman out of harms way. Yet at the same time listening to this male speak. The countries he spoke off he knew, FBI he had heard of, but all the rest it didn't say anything, nor mattered to him.

 

[Tori Bradley]

Location: Shelter Meeting Room
Interaction: None
Mentions: Everyone and User
Outfit: This

This had to be a test. Some new training drill, or simulation for a situation they could be facing sometime in the future. There was no other explanation. Risk had spent his entire life in Project TETSA. It was a program meant specifically to save as many civilians lives as possible, protect as many children’s futures as could be protected. They wouldn’t just shut it down; there was too much work to be done. Certain this was the truth of the situation, Risk kept his rigid stance, hands held lightly behind his back, and let his eyes take in the room. He took in all possible exit routes, all possible dangers. Risk’s focus was on the civilian seated at the table, his mind calculating every way to keep him from harm should the building be attacked. He was certain that was part of the test.

Risk’s assessments continued as the next civilian entered the room. This one confused Risk slightly. He was built like Risk himself was, and he carried himself like a soldier. His expression was carefully crafted, made to be stoic to those who looked, but Risk could see the same vigilance in his gaze that he carried in his own. He didn’t seem like the civilians Risk usually had contact with. It was difficult for Risk to reconcile this situation with his usual one. Most civilians he encountered were wide-eyed with fear, panicked or injured, or both, depending on Risk for protection and safety. This was different. Wrong.

The next three mentors arrived in close timing with each other, and they confused Risk even more. His belief that this was a test was becoming less and less certain to him. It didn’t make sense as a test anymore. These weren’t other soldiers ordered to act like civilians for a drill. These were real people—innocents. Real civilians. Risk knew his superiors would never put real civilians in danger on purpose—that opposed everything TETSA fought for. One of these people was with child, another young and timid, a third looking at the soldiers as if they were the ones in distress. This was not a test. This was not a drill or a training. This was rehabilitation. Project TETSA had truly been shut down.

Risk’s attention was drawn to the screen to his right when it came on suddenly, and a sense of relief washed over him as the General appeared on the screen. This was something familiar, something he understood. Turning his body slightly to the right so the soldiers behind him could see, 410656 raised his hand in a salute as the General offered them a curt nod. When his number was called, Risk took note of the civilian who stood and made his way over to him, standing directly to the left and just behind the redheaded civilian’s chair, never changing his posture. Stoic, he awaited his next orders.

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[MePersonally]

1072024, Sniper

Seattle, 9:05

The Shelter, Meeting Room

107 was standing still, hiding her shivering hands behind her back. A good soldier didn’t feel, so she didn’t, either. She had never been in a situation like this, with everyone being clueless. It made her body react in a very strange way. Her heart was beating very fast an she could hardly breathe at a normal pace. Was this normal? Had she been drugged? Maybe they had given them some kind of body enhancement, so they could learn quicker? She had been given those kind of medication before, so it wouldn’t be that big of a surprise. And this last mission, the mission to adjust, seemed more important than anything. It was their duty to live on as civilians.

Finally! A familiar face. The young woman’s eyes glued to the General’s expression like a child, desperately looking for its mother, when she saluted the way she had done so many times. His voice made her calm and her face hardened again. She listened to what he had to say.
Dr Tao, the asian guy, was in charge. Slowly taking in his face and remembering it thoroughly, she acknowledged the fact that he was now the man in charge. His orders were to be followed. Understood.

When the pairs were announced, she stepped towards the woman who waved at her. She was wearing a skirt and glasses. 1072024 took in her whole appearance. The black shirt, the short skirt, the black tights and the shoes, those shoes... Not that 107 had never seen high shoes before, she just hadn’t been so close to one human being wearing them, so her glance got stuck on the woman’s shoes for a while.

When Sniper stepped towards her and took her place next to her new partner, a strange scent went into her nose. It reminded the young woman of soap, but she couldn’t place it, so she tried not to breathe it in. It could be dangerous.
Sniper had never been on a protective mission before. All she had done so far was kill people who had threatened the system, people who had killed or hurt others. Also, the solider had never worked with anyone under her rank, so she was used to taking orders. She wasn’t sure if that mentor was allowed to give orders, but she would follow them anyway. If that woman would say something, she would obey. Because it was easy that way? Because she had been taught to do so? The General had chosen those people for a reason and she had no reason to doubt the General. If she was supposed to be working with this woman, she would.

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[MadiRaiCat]

1450859 (Nine)

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"If you'd like to see what I'm capable of, just watch."
location: Aula
mentions: Reika ( Cosmos ), Dr. Tao ( DarkiusHeavenstein )
interactions: Open
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Nine's icy blue eyes slid across the new faces in front of her: the civilians meant to be their mentors now that the program the soldiers had been a part of for their entire lives was coming to an end. While it was the only life she had ever known, Nine truly enjoyed it. She was taught that win or lose, alive or dead, their missions helped people. Their sacrifices meant that others wouldn't need to sacrifice. And that was something 1450859 had always been okay with. One of the women who had entered had an abnormally large stomach, which confused Nine momentarily. Soon after, she realized that the woman was pregnant, which only deepened her confusion. Why would anyone willingly put their bodies through that? Furthermore, who would want to bring a child into a world so full of war and death?

Before the blonde soldier could think any more on the matter, the screen in front of them all flickered to life, revealing the stoic face of the General appeared on the screen. Nine had only met him a few times, but was well aware of his place in their hierarchy. She stood up a little straighter, nodding at him in a professional greeting. 1450859 couldn't help purse her lips slightly at the friendly smile he gave the mentors. She had certainly never seen him smile before. Nevertheless, he quickly moved on with in introduction and information on what was going to happen in the not-so-distant future. When the General mentioned her ID and her mentor's name, Nine glanced at the man dressed in too bright of colors. Whether or not she meant to, 1450859 assessed him to determine if he was a threat. If this turned out to be another test, she was certain she would be able to take them out if needed.

Her mentor spoke first, introducing himself as Junjie Tao, an interesting name. While Nine had heard of the FBI, she didn't much care about his age or experience. However, she wasn't exactly pleased that he was a psychiatrist. The last thing she needed was someone trying to get in her head and mess with it. Her icy eyes narrowed ever so slightly, her mental and emotional walls climbing higher as she did her best to hide any emotion. Feeling a bit resentful, Nine tore her gaze away from Dr. Tao and averted it to the other mentors in the room, successfully pushing the thoughts from her mind and focusing on the task at hand. She casually crossed her arms over her chest and waited for further orders.

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Xavier Holt

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"Work hard in silence. Let you success be the noise."
location: Aula
mentions: 4103116 ( iShyShy )
interactions: Daire ( User ), Everyone
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As the last few mentors filed into the room, Xavier offered them a friendly nod as they took their seats around the meeting table. One had taken out a notebook, making the veteran realize he probably should have brought one as well. Sure, he had read through the file of the soldier he was assigned many times over, committing as many details to memory as he could. But writing things down was a sure fire way not to forget them. His mentee, soldier 4103116 was an interesting case if he had ever read one. From the picture in her file and the woman that matched it standing along the wall, she seemed young and innocent. But from the words accompany it, X knew that she was anything but. Trained as a reconnaissance expert and assassin, she had infiltrated events and killed highly wanted targets in ways that barely left a trace. While it was rather terrifying in a way, Xavier couldn't help but be impressed.

Xavier let out a low chuckle as one of the other mentors asked if the mentors were allowed to talk to the soldiers, grinning at him. "Yeah, I think we can. They're probably just waiting for orders. You know, soldiers and all that," he replied with a grin. Before the conversation could continue, the projector screen flickered to life, displaying an older man with a large assortment of medals on his chest. X recognized those badges, and immediately sat up a little straighter. It was instinctual, immediate, a disciplined behavior learned from his own experience as a soldier. He listened intently to the General, practically sitting at attention the entire time. When his own name was mentioned, Xavier made sure to nod and wave, making himself know to soldier 4103116. Soon after, the screen cut and the older man disappeared, allowing X to relax back into his chair once again.

The veteran sat quietly while Dr. Tao introduced himself and his pet peeves, smirking. X remembered the first time he had met Dr. Tao, when he had accidentally butchered the man's name. He quickly learned his mistake. Nevertheless, it Dr. Tao continued to mention it each time he introduced himself to someone new. With Junjie's introduction finished, Xavier decided he would go next. He pushed his chair back and stood up, nodding towards the other mentors and the soldiers again the wall. "I'll go next, I suppose. My name is Xavier Holt," he began, blue eyes glancing between the two groups. "I am 28 years old and a veteran of the United States Army. After sustaining an injury to my shoulder, I was honorably discharged. Now, I work as a personal trainer and nutrition coach." With that, X sat back down in his chair and waited for the next person to speak up.

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[Juju]

13 stood at attention with the others and made sure to give her best salute when the general appeared on the screen. It was something she was used to at this point, but having 103 and 09 so close made her feel strangely antsy. If this was just a test, why would they bother including two of their top soldiers? Both of them were unquestionably loyal and perfect soldiers, exemplars in every way. She could not foresee any reason to include them in this little stunt. Except, of course, this really was the end.

She resisted the urge to fidget uncomfortably, keeping her muscles still as she tried to listen.

What was next then? Uncertainty, endless variables, a fresh whiteboard with no markers. She was just left wondering why. Why stop? Why start? It felt like she was falling in a dark tunnel with no bottom in sight. You were never sure if there was water or solid ground at the bottom.

Again, she caught herself thinking too much. She was not supposed to doubt. If she just trusted in her superiors it would all be okay. It had to be.

After an eternity of dialogue, the partners were announced. Much to her delight, it turned out that she was going to be paired with the pregnant woman! How Lucky! She was living up to her nickname after all.

Bubbles of excitement rose up in her stomach, like the seconds before an explosion. She felt a tug at the corners of her lips but she forced them to remain pressed together in a look of neutrality…the safe expression.

In light of the doom and gloom, Lucky embraced the giddiness. Her heart told her to run up and touch the weird bloated stomach of the woman, but her mind told her to stay put. Even when they were told to 'introduce' themselves she stood in place until 103 walked away from the line. Yes! Yes! She could move now! She could hardly stop herself from running and ended up with a very brisk walk.

Lucky plopped herself onto a chair beside the woman. She looked relatively normal, but a hyperactive energy seethed from her eyes.

"Corporal 131313, Miss!" She said with a friendly salute, her voice betraying her now chipper mood. "It is good to meet you! I will introduce myself! I’m a mechanic, specializing in military machinery and demolitions! Do you need a gun repair? I even brought extra parts just in case!”

As she spoke her gaze kept shifting from the woman's eyes and her stomach, which was what she was really interested in. She wanted to touch it so bad. Was it soft? It looked really squishy. Was it heavy? How heavy? Did it hurt her back?

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Daire Agan

"Yeah, I think we can. They're probably just waiting for orders. You know, soldiers and all that," the man across from him whispered, with something of an amused smile on his face. To be perfectly honest, Daire didn’t know what the ‘soldiers and all that’ exactly meant, but he didn’t feel like asking for clarification. He glanced around the room for a moment, already impatient from sitting in his seat for two minutes. He thought about sneaking a bite from one of the kit-kat he brought but figured it would be rude to eat someone else's gift.

The reserved, Asian man spoke up as well, confirming what the other had stated. “You can talk to them.” When Daire opened his mouth to do so, however, the projector hummed to life and showed a sophisticated fellow donned in all sorts of badges. The mentor diagonal from him perked up ever-so-slightly, making Daire wonder if he recognized the person on screen. Daire certainly didn’t and struggled to pay attention to what was being announced. But then names and numbers were being announced, and he scrambled to stand up, being one of the firsts ones called. He gave a lopsided smile and wave to his soldier, recognizing him from the photograph in his folder.

Daire kept his body turned towards Risk, prepared to start an introductory conversation, only for the soldier to walk past him and stand beside his chair. “Oh, no need to be so formal, dude,” he chuckled, a bit awkwardly, “I’m sure no one would care if you sat down.” Daire gestured to an empty seat near his. “I’m Dai-” he cut himself off, realizing he was rudely interrupting the Asian man’s -- Junjie (who’d he decided he would address as John) -- speech. His eyes then flickered over to Xavier, who introduced himself as well.

An FBI Forensic Psychologist and a Veteran. Suddenly, Daire felt very underqualified to be here. “Hey, I’m Daire Agan, 28, and I work as a software developer.” His introduction was directed towards the entire group at first, but then he turned to Risk and held out a hand for the other to shake. He waited for the soldier to introduce himself.

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[Cosmos]

Reika was impatiently sitting there, giving a small and baffled shrug as the red haired irish looking guy asked her a question, why would she know! Wait- Was she meant to know!? panicking a little at the thought of having missed something she was rather conveniently interrupted by the screen flickering to life, the pregnant female half falling off her chair in startle, stabilising herself with her arms and giving an awkward cough to clear her throat a moment later, hoping everyone was too distracted listening to have seen the incident.

At his words she nodded slowly, although found it hard to gather much, after all she wasn't exactly great with authority figures, let alone one this 'early' in the morning. As the screen flicked off and the soldiers gave a salute before finding their places, she suddenly felt even more out of place. After all most just stood there beside the mentors, robotic as ever- at least except for hers it seemed, the other taking a seat and though giving a similarly toned introduction seemed to be far more her comfort zone than the others…. at least until she started about explosions and suddenly if she had a gun, "Wh-What pfft~? I-I haven't had one for years! I mean- uh…." she stuttered, hands flailing as she let something slip she felt she shouldn't of in front of the other supposedly responsible people, letting out a sigh of relief as the suited man began talking.

Did he just say fbi!? Wait- those guys were real…. Like, she knew they were real, but REALLY real, was kinda a whole different thing in her still jumbled mind. However what came after in his introduction caused her eyes to slit slightly into a glare, "psychiatrist…." she muttered in an angry tone, luckily covered by the two other males eager speeches. Somewhat relieved one was actually a soldier and seemed to know at least vaguely what these people had gone through on a more personal scale.

Still somewhat glaring at John- the name she'd decided to give him not wanting to mess up pronunciations- she quickly realised her action and blinked it away. D-Did they all have to give intros? She uh, wasn't great at that kinda thing, well, maybe she'd used to have been, but not now at least. "Hiya!- I uh, I'm Reika. I turned 21 earlier this year and I've been unemployed for maybe six months?…. Or more like two years. But uh, anyway! As you can probally tell I'm kinda pregnant, it's- a story and half so won't get into it too much and bore ya'll! Argh, Sorry I'm terrible at these~" she let out with a nervous giggle, rubbing at the back of her head, eyes looking away at a corner like a nervous middle schooler the whole time.

Letting out a long breath at finally finishing she went back to looking at 'her' soldier, she didn't like thinking of them as property…. It bugged her how they kept being titled like that. Noticing the girls eyes flickering between stomach and face she stared back with a blank expression innocently for a few moments she awkwardlyputting a hand on it, "Y-Ya can touch if you want? I guess…. It's um, probably not as interesting as you think~" she chuckled, right. This soldier was a girl, this would all be fine. "Lucky, was it? Sorry- there's not much on you're file, and lets not blow something up this close to the start of this, huuh?" she continued, trying to offer a cheesy grin at the badly constructed joke statement. Admittedly reminding herself of that one time with that firework rocket and the bin…. ah! This wasn't the time to think about that- dang pregnancy brain making her thoughts wander.
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[Nona]

• Laika Nikolev •​

Room 1 | Nurse
Tag | DarkiusHeavenstein Juju User MePersonally Tori Bradley seasonedcat MadiRaiCat Cosmos iShyShy
Interactions | 103 | Greeting the Group

Well at least one of the mentors greeted her with the same kind of smile and another had offered a nod as well At least the ease the tension in the room a little in the room her. The soldiers looked as though they didn't know what a smile was, well most of them anyway. Maybe the smaller soilder looked a bit like a smiler that was just behaving herself. The next mentors began to arrive. So she really wasnt late. She felt some relief wash over her that she wasnt the latest there.

A girl that was much younger than her that was heavily pregnant. Laika guessed she had about a month or two left judging by how she looked. An odd choice in mentor in her opinion. Wouldn't she have to go maternity leave long before the project would even be over? She was joined by another two. A girl that looked a bit uncomfortable and nervous enough that if someone were to tap her shoulder she might go through the roof. Laika offered the girl a friendly smile and a short hello in hopes of comfort, she supposed, she didn't like to see people panicked and uncomfortable. She looked well dressed though. It made Laika look at her own outfit briefly... sneakers, jeans, a tucked in oversized t-shirt and at least three pairs of earrings and an ear cuff. Yeah. She did not look as professional. But a pencil skirt and blouse was something she couldn't see herself in even when dead so she didn't fully regret her choice. She was comfortable...A red haired man was the next of the three she noticed. Asking loads of questions and somehow reminding her of a kid while doing so.

Just before she could answer or react to anything the red haired man had asked to the group the TV in the room had turned on and her attention had quickly whipped to that. She politely listened to the mans words...an agenda was already left in theor rooms? She looked to her notebook before closing it over and pushing it to one side. She guessed she didnt need that then. Still she was glad she had came prepared anyway. She watched as each name was called out and each pair was created until it was only her and one of the male soilders left. So this would be her partner for the project. The one with the most expressionless face out of the lot if she were to pick a winner for that. Fun. She supposed his demeanor did match his job list on his file. Being that stone-faced after the stuff he was involved in probably made sense. She was sure that this would be fine...

As he walked towards her she was about to offer a handshake and a greeting before he walked behind her and stood instead of beside her. Her half held out hand retracted again as her gaze darted towards the Asian man she had spotted first upon stepping in. He and the other male mentor that arrived before her introduced themselves. The first was Junjie, who she would settle with calling John. She still had a bit of a russian accent despite being in the US for longer and she didnt think she could say his actual name without butchering it. The other was Xavier. The two were FBI and an Army veteran respectfully... What on earth was a practice nurse like here for with jobs like that?

The next to share their info was the redhead. Daire. A software developer that she was surprised to find out was actually older than her. She assumed she would be ages with the pregnant lady which through her stammered introduction Laika found out was 21. At least these two seemed as weird a choice for this job as Laika herself did then. That was a relief. She decided to take her turn "Hi! My name is Laika Nikolev. I'm 26 and I work as a nurse." She said with a friendly smile towards the group. After she turned towards 103, looking up at him as she offered a handshake for a second time, this time before he would manage to walk right past her "It's nice to meet you, I look forward to working with you"

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[iShyShy]

4103116

4103116
Location: Meeting room Mentions: literally everyone Outfit​

Standing with exactly one inch between her back and the wall, her hands were smoothly hidden behind her. Her eyes were front facing whenever she felt she was being watched, but otherwise she was taking in every possible thing she could from this room and making judgments and plans. Currently the room was mostly empty aside from two men at the table in front of the soldiers. One Asian male and a tougher looking Caucasian male. So far she gathered that one of those men would be in charge, and the other protection. If she had to guess, the Asian would be in charge and the Caucasian was his protection, he was clearly strong enough and his position with his arms crossed in his chair was a tell tale sign of that. If she had to get information she felt like she could easily do it but that didn't make sense since the soldiers clearly outnumbered the two men and this was meant to be a planned meeting. The door and vents were the only accessible places into this room. They could be easy prey or … Her analysis of the room was interrupted as one by one people started flooding in and she only caught glimpses of them from her peripherals and as they passed in front of her.

First was a small brunette woman who seemed to be going to some sort of class with a book held against her body. She paused in front of them, smiling at them with a lack of reason. It was clearly meant to be friendly but 10 wasn't entirely sure why or what the message was. She simply blinked in response as the woman went to sit down and get comfortable in her seat. She was definitely here for some sort of class, which made no sense, because she was about to take notes. If she started drawing their likeness though there would be a problem and 10 would be ready to take action.

Then a frantic woman burst through the door who was rambling about being late and she seemed like she could speak forever. When she came into view 10 could see that her stomach was large. Not fat large.. pregnant. If 10 had ever had an inkling about child making it was officially destroyed because seeing the woman's body like that made 10 was nothing less. She would rather suffer from poison. How could that be something people look forward to?

Then a red headed male entered and hastily took his seat. He must have felt like he was late even though the clock said otherwise. At least these people respected objectives. He then made an attempt at a joke as if to say this morning was poor. She wasn't sure how to think about that. Was he surprised for being late? Was he in trouble and making light of it? Then he asked if he could speak to the soldiers like they were off limits. They were, at least in her mind, until the person in charge gave orders. She quickly discredited him as being of major importance when she watched him ask about a drill. He doesn't know much about them clearly.

Finally, a very formally dressed woman with glasses came in with the aura of being nervous. Her tone as she introduced herself conveying joy but her stutters gave her nerves away.

Thankfully a source of comfort flickered onto the screen. At the exclamation of 103, 10 turned her body toward the screen and stood at attention while the General spoke. He has been in charge of the entire TETSA project and knows all the soldiers by heart. He provided insight and direction and this time was no different. Except the direction was so vague. 10 was sure she would receive more later once this pairing process was completed. When her pairing was called, she looked to the civilians and saw that the strong looking male she deemed as protector earlier was her partner as he waved and nodded toward her. She marched over to his side and stood behind him. From here she could see he was sitting up and attentive for the General, completely differently from earlier. Seeing that he reacted similarly to the soldiers to the General presented himself, 10 thought he gave away that this was indeed an intricate mission as opposed to the proposed fallacy of rehabilitation.

The pairs were finished and the General explained that the squads would continue to be together. This made sense since a squad completed a mission together if they were assigned at the same time. Clearly this was a mission of the highest importance. The General explained weekly progress checks, which was something she was familiar with. She would be sure to note what she uncovers for him.

Much to her surprise, 13131313 practically dashed to her designated partner, the insane pregnant woman, and not only decided to sit beside her but speak without instruction. She was clearly ignoring the standard briefing rules and 10 couldn't help her blood from boiling. She looked over at 103, hoping that the Elite would do something about the outburst. This was normally not taken lightly. Taking a breath, she turned her attention back as the Asian stood to speak.

It seemed that the small boss Asian man was indeed the one in charge, like she had predicted. She listened to him as he took charge when the General's stream cut out. Dr. Tao, Junjie, Tao. Simple enough. She has been able to fool many people and did not feel that a psychiatrist would be any different. Especially since the FBI has nowhere near as many successes as TETSA does. She didn't care much for his background but for who he is now. But he wasn't her assignment, the man in front of her was, and he introduced himself next.

Thankfully she was slightly to the side as the man pushed his chair back to stand and address the room. His eyes were piercing blue as they looked at each person and his voice was deep as he spoke. Xavier Holt, a veteran. No wonder he was in tune with things as the General was on screen. It made sense why he was so strong looking and she appreciated that he was a soldier, similar to herself. Though she was confused as to why injury took him out of the game since injuries meant almost nothing to her. Even so, he was going to be a challenge to get information from but she knew she would get it anyway.

The rest of the civilians introduced themselves after. The red head was a software developer. 10 guessed that meant he was in charge of technological capabilities. The pregnant woman was, unsurprisingly, unemployed. And the brunette class girl from earlier stated that she was a nurse. Perfect, more medical experience was always appreciated on any mission. Plus, their supplies would be helpful no matter what 10's intentions were in her normal line of work. The others made their introductions but 10 was ready for her real mission briefing in the next room.

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