S.H.I.R.A Squad [RPG] [PG/PG-13]

[Magical Girl Mimi]

-==IC: Iris==-

"Shiza, last chance. Tell me what you have a knife for."

[The Truth]

*Shiza gets bored and starts tap-dancing*

*She also hurls the knife away-right at Iris*

[Magical Girl Mimi]

-==IC: Iris==-

Iris stepped to the side quickly, barely missing the knife as it sliced off a couple pieces of her hair, as another bead of sweat ran down her face.
"... That... was weird..."

[The Truth]

"La la la..."

[Magical Girl Mimi]

-==IC: Iris==-

Iris then waked over to the other group.
"I honestly can't tell if she likes me, or hates me."

OOC: =P

[The Truth]

(Jared): "She likes you."

[Magical Girl Mimi]

-==IC: Iris==-

"I'm not too sure; she just tossed a knife at me, and tried to stab me with a needle earlier..." Iris aid, and briefly shivered.
"I don't like needles..."

[The Truth]

"Shiza probably thought she was being nice. Like when she put salt in Kora's eyedrops."

[Magical Girl Mimi]

-==IC: Iris==-

"I-I see..." Iris said, blinking slightly, as she looked over at Shiza.

[The Truth]

*Shiza starts a very gory poem*

[Flipz]

-==Carrie's Rebel Base==-
Suddenly, there is a proximity alarm, followed by a resounding metallic knock at the main door.

-==Imperial Base==-
Inside the launch control port of Mech Hangar 7, a woman stood at attention.  Normally this would not have attracted the control officer's attention, but this woman was a knockout.  Her black jumpsuit was so tight he could have seen the mint mark on the quarter in her pocket…if she had pockets.  A magenta belt hung around her waist like a lovesick boa constrictor, utility pockets arranged artfully around its entire circumference.  A streak of identically magenta hair stood out from the black hair that rested on her shoulders, hanging right in front of her...magenta eyes?  An odd choice, considering the sleek black look of the rest of her outfit.  The woman obviously had a thing for magenta.  Maybe he should switch out his tan trenchcoat and brown fedora for his magenta set during his next coffee break...

Unseen by the controller, a man wearing a black armor suit with a concealing helmet stepped out of the shadows.  He spoke, his voice distorted by the suit’s comm system.  “This was supposed to be a private meeting.  Shall I ask our friend here to leave?”

For the first time in an hour, the woman spoke.  “No bother.”  In a smooth, almost imperceptibly fast motion, she drew her weapon and shot the controller in the head.  She didn’t bother to see if she’d actually hit him; she didn’t have to.  She never missed.  “He was getting on my nerves anyway.”

Ironic, thought the man, considering he hadn’t had a chance to say anything to her, since he was on-duty.  The Empire did not allow its lower staff to engage in personal activity on the job.  Failure to comply led to death.  As it had for this man.

But such thoughts were irrelevant.  “Agent Bailey, report.”

“Mission was a success.  Target thought I had mistakenly left him a way past our blockade.”

“And?”

“I educated him on the error of his judgment.”

“Proof?”  Neither the man’s superiors, nor the Emperor, would accept his word without evidence.  It was an occupational hazard of Intelligence & Recon, but I&R members were conditioned not to be bothered by insults or slights.

That didn’t mean they wouldn’t be properly repaid.  With interest.

Agent Bailey held up a small capsule.  He might have mistaken it for a medical pill...if he didn’t know his agent was in perfect physical condition.  “Remains.”  The man didn’t question how Agent Bailey had accomplished her task.  All that mattered was the success of the mission-and if the methods required were highly illegal, even for the Empire, well...

All the better.

“New assignment?”  Agent Bailey was not one to waste time on trivialities like polite conversation...or “down time.”

The man gestured at the observation viewport.  “See those agents?”

Bailey threw him a look.  Of course she had.  The late and not particularly lamented control officer had spent the two hours guiding them to base and walking them through the post-mission checklist.

The man decided not to mince words.  “Them.”

Bailey raised an eyebrow.  “Eliminate?”

The man shook his head almost imperceptibly.  “Observe.”

“Traitors?”

“Failures.”

She asked again, almost confused.  “Eliminate?”

“Observe.”  The Emperor had plans for the six of them, but he needed someone to make sure they remained on task.  If they failed…well, the Emperor had not revealed what exactly would happen, but he did make it clear that the consequences would be dire for everyone involved.  Including him.

“Reports?”

“When you can.”  The man paused for a moment.  “To me.”

Bailey glanced out the viewport at the pilot of the Light.  The man’s outfit was not unlike the one her superior wore.  “I’m not the only one assigned to this, am I?”

The man grimaced.  Secretly, and not for the first time, he was glad she couldn’t see his face.  Other agents had learned the hard way it was a bad idea to show weakness around Bailey.  “I was not given any information indicating that you are not.”  That sounded a lot better than I don’t know.

It didn’t help.  Bailey’s face spread with a wide, predatory grin.  “What an interesting complication.”

“Dismissed,” the man added, unnerved.  Her smile remained on her face as she left the control center.  The man pushed the dead body out of the chair and sat at the control panel, trying to regain his composure.

The man glanced up and saw the woman approaching the pilots of the battle-damaged mechs.  Just before she walked within their sight, she turned back to the observation viewpoint.  She was still smiling.

Yes, he needed to get Agent Bailey out on this mission soon.  And, not for the first time, he secretly hoped she failed.  Or perished.

For his sake.

[The Truth]

IC: "What do you want, sir?"

(Adrian): "I want the names and images of all Imperial Intelligence officers here in the main imperial base."


~~~ Carrie's Base ~~~
*Leo, Luna, and Jared prepare for combat*

*Rose turns to Lloyd*

"This was nice, but we've got to fight now!"

*Rose runs to the entrance*

[Magical Girl Mimi]

-==IC: Lloyd==-

Lloyd nodded.
"Right." Lloyd said, as he ran quickly toward the entrance, gripping the handle of his new Beam Saber.

Meanwhile, Carrie and her team frowned, and slowly moved toward the door that acted as the entrance.
"Who's there?" Carrie cautiously called, nodding to Barrie, who raised his plasma gun, ready to fire if it was needed.

OOC: Good timing on the whole progression, guys. =P

[The Truth]

OOC: And of course, Lloyd and Rose were interrupted about two seconds before a kiss. 

IC: (Jared): "Shouldn't we go to our new mechs?"

[Magical Girl Mimi]

OOC: Well yeah, that too.

-==IC: Lloyd==-

"The person's on foot; so..." Lloyd said, as it seemed obvious to him.

[The Truth]

*Rose pulls out an absurdly big gun*

(Shiza): "Time to make bad people go boom?"

[Magical Girl Mimi]

-==IC: Lloyd==-

"It depends on who that is." Lloyd said, as they waited, though no-one was really sure for who.

OOC: =P

[The Truth]

OOC: We won't know until Flipz is online.

IC: *Shiza thinks for a minute, then starts singing* "I'm a little teapot, short and stout!"

[Magical Girl Mimi]

-==IC: Lloyd==-

Lloyd looked at Shiza, as a bead of sweat ran down his face, and sighed.
Still random, she is.

[The Truth]

*Shiza starts a very dirty limerick*

*Rose forces Shiza's mouth shut*