Images of your previous world flash through your mind as you clear your lungs.  The taste of blood, your own, lingers somewhere in the back of your mind.

As you open your eyes, you see that the night sky is in full boom; a full moon brightens the area.  The smell of fields fills your nose, and you realize you're in the middle of a field of wheat.

I stand up and look around to get a better sense of where I am.  After I look around I record the events in my laptop.

As you look around, you spot what looks like a barn a fair distance off (a good few miles).  As far as you can see, crops fill the fields.

Off in the distance you hear a motor, and spot a shifting glint of light in the sky, almost like a twitching star.

I finish recording the evenets and I head toward the barn, I figure that there might be some people there so I can find out when I am and where I am.  Perhaps the history of the past few days should it have been odd...Also I want to check to make sure I don't have to deal with any monstrosities like vampires, wherewolves, or zombies.  I hope they are regular denizens of the area or if not maybe some people that can get we some weapons or food considering I haven't really ate in a while.  My stomach yells at me for it and I continue walking, perhaps I can find something on the way...

After a few minutes of walking, you realize what the noise was: a helicopter.  Its searchlight spins across the fields and eventually settles on you.  When it does, the helicopter moves into position roughly 20 feet from you and ropes fly out of its sides.

The next thing you know, someone is shouting and men dressed in black are jumping down the ropes; you spot large rifles strapped to their backs.

OH FREAKEN CRAP!!! I run at godspeed.  making funny designs that go every which way but loose.  The ground should get down enough to mask which way I really went.  Then I will hide in the bushes and gank them 1 by 1....

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Nah, heres what I really do..




I put my hands up behind my head and figure that I will surrender but will be ready to unsheathe my Ninja-to if I have to but hope it wont come to that.

The men pull out their rifles, training them on your carefully.  "Get the traveller!"  You here one of them shout.  The men form a circle around you and one of them moves in, apparently getting ready to handcuff you.

"Why Hello Thar, what have I done wrong that you must come after me like this."

I slowy back up as I say this keeping them in front of me.

(Worst comes to worst, I run at one, grab his rifle, get shot by the others, verse and have a new rifle, eh?  for the record eerything I have with me I hold dear to me...so if I verse I expect it all to come with me)

"Shut the **** up!"  He yells at you angrily.  "Now come with us willingly or we will fire!"  He's put the handcuffs back and pulled out his pistol.  These guys obviously mean business.

"Ok, but what I have I keep" I let him handcuff me.

The man slaps the handcuffs on roughly.  He takes your ninja-to, but doesn't spot/bother with anything else.  "You'll get this back if command says so."  He takes you to the helicopter and shoves you onto a seat as him and the other soldiers hop aboard.

The helicopter takes off, the searchlight now turned off.

I sit and wonder what is happening, who are these guys, and why am I handcuffed.


Mal, Are my hands in front of me or behind me?

Behind.  You wish they were in front.

;)

As you sit, the soldier who handcuffed you talks from across the chopper.  He has to yell to be overheard.  "Who sent you, traveller?  Why are you here?"

I also yell to be heard "Well, this is my true story, how else would I end up in the middle of a field with no tracks saying that I came there by another route?  Here it goes.. I died in an alternate dimension and got transported here.  I did not come here intentionally, but as for the way I am dressed and my weapon that you disarmed me of should be some proof that I am not from around here.  Who are you guys? and why have you handcuffed me? and where are we going?

The man looks at you strangely and sits back.  He seems to just focus on his thoughts for a minute before responding.  "What I meant was when in time did you come from?"

I came from many times actually.  it went kinda like this... 2016-10000000bc-AD 1700ish-alternate dimension with no relevance of time forever stuck in a war-here.  I came from many times. but if I knew when this was I couldve given you a more accurate answer.

The man shakes his head and is silent from then on.

A fair bit later, the helicopter lands and you are escorted off of it onto a concret helipad in what looks like a large city.

I follow them and ask where and when are we.

"We're at the New American Confederation High Command headquarters.  The year is 2007, but you should know that.  Any other questions, traveller?"  The group of soldiers lead you inside the building, which the interior is made up of steel floors and walls.  They lead you through the halls slowly.  As you walk, you see other people in suits walking around and various signs.  One of which reads "Interrogation -->" of which you turn down that hallway.

"Ok, so I am going to be interrogated....wonderful, can I have my sword back...or atleast keep it in the room across the room from me so that I know it is safe.  I wont be able to reach it due to one of you guys being in me way but can I atleast see it in there with me...it should make things run smoother, just knowing it is safe.  It means a good deal to me..."

I walk with them into the room

"Yeah, sure, if it will make you more comfortable."  You're lead into a bright white room with a single table and a chair on each side.  One of the soldiers undoes your handcuffs, seats you, and then stands at attention (with your sword) at the other side of the room.

A few minutes later, a man walks in with a clipboard in hand.  "Ah, another time traveller," he muses to himself as he closes the door (which you hear lock shut) and takes a seat.  "My name is Carl Zirlfowski.  Yours is?"

My name is Avahur. I would like to ask 2 things before we continue though.  Are you guys versers, time travelers per se, also? or if not do you get a lot of others to know I too am 1?

"Verser?"  He looks at you questioningly as he jots something down on his clipboard.  "I have never heard of the term.  As for time traveller, no, we are not; at least yet.  We have experience with your kind, however.  Now," he leans across the table slightly.  "What is your mission in this world, traveller?"

" I know not of my purpose here. I did not come here intnentionally, I was put here.  I am sure I have a purpose here but I do not know of it yet.  Perhaps it was to aid and assist your organization or maybe it was to help bring you down.  I do not know the intnetion of my travel, just that I have some duty to fulfill and I am hoping that it is the first that I said not the latter."

"You do not know your--" the man's pager beeps and he pauses to look at it.  "Just a second."  The door unlocks and the man walks out for a minute before returning.  "Well, it seems as though we'll believe you as far as you don't truly have a mission.  If you wish, we could explain our organization to you and then you may decide if you wish to stay here or move along."  You severly doubt his 'moving along' means you getting to walk out of the building with your head attached.

" I have no intention of harming anyone in here unless threatened.  Likewise I won't attack unless I know my life is in danger.  earlier I knew I would die if I attacked so I came quietly. Now if you could tell me more of your organization I would like to hear of it, but mighten I be able to aquire my sword again?"

The man thinks for a second before responding.  "Very well."  He nods to the soldier, who hands you your sword and then steps behind you.  "Don't try anything, though."  The door unlocks and the man steps out, boding you to follow.

I attach the sword to my waist and follow him.  I didn't plan on hurting anyone but I would if I needed to survive.

"A few months ago," Carl tells you as you walk down the hall escorted by two soldiers.  "A time traveller appeared.  We captured him, he talked, and we learnt that there are those who wish to invade this time period.  The reasons are complicated, so perhaps another day I shall explain them."

You walk past various offices and a lab in which several people in full-body suits are moving in virtually slow motion.

"Now, he has given us technology which allows us to detect any that are not from this exact time period.  That is how we knew where you were when you appeared here."

"Ahh, so that explains it, ok then.  Is there anything I can do to help in this cause, I personally don't like people taking over worlds unless it is really all that nessecary, and from what I can tell, it isn't nessecary.  Is there any training or something you could provide me or something to give me a hand.  I will help no problem I just think that if I do, I should get some training to further help defend this world."

"Well, we could get you some weapons training," he mulls.  "I'd like you to meet our psychics first, however."

OoC: Sorry about the short post, my mind is fuzzling out.

>_<

"Ok"

I go and follow him to meet the psychics...



Mal, what does he mean by psychics? like in our rpg type psychics? or phny ones that you find on the street and stuff....

You'll see.

You walk down the corridors until you come to a lounge-like room in which half a dozen men and women dressed casually are mulling about.  One of them (a young man) spots you and walks over, a look of recognition on his face.  "Avahur!  It's you!"  He shakes your hand energetically.  "Ah, I told them you weren't a time traveller.  I told them you were right!  Did the listen before they brough you in?  Noooo!"  His speech is quick, energetic.  He realizes he's been shaking your hand for a good ten seconds and stops.

"John here is one of our top psychics," Carl informs you.  "He told us you'd be important to this program, although we don't know how yet."  John nods enthusiastically.

"Ah, glad to finally show up.  It is nice to meet you John. I look forward to the enjoyable days in the future that we might enjoy together perhaps? Ah well we shall see."

OoC: by enjoy together I mean as friends enjoying life and frienship...just to clarify.

"Yes!  Oh, yes, most definetely yes!"  John nods his head enthusiastically.  Carl dismisses John and then continues leading you down the corridor.  "Now, I suppose it's about time you learnt a bit more about the current situation.  Would you rather do that now, or would you prefer having some breakfast first instead?"

"Breakfast would be nice, I haven't eaten in a while and would enjoy something to eat."

"Breakfast it is, then," Carl nods.  He leads you through a hallway and into a room that reads "Cafeteria."  The inside is still relatively white and clean, but the floor is marked by black streaks.  A man in a janitor uniform is cleaning up the remains of what seems to be breakfast.  "Breakfast officially ended ten minutes ago, but we can still get you some food."  Carl walks over to the counter after seating you, and returns a minute later with a plate of bacon, eggs, and buttered toast.

"After you finish eating, we can get you some more normal clothes and possibly a locker for your equipment."  He looks at your sword slightly nervously, but quickly composes himself.

I finish eating my breakfast and I follow him to a locker. "Don't worry about my sword, I have skill with it..but nevermind that for now" I put my laptop in the locker and my ninja outfit.  I put on my new gear and meet him outside. "Ok, well I am ready, lets go see if I can get some training.  Do you have any advice for me? Such as any tips or advice for firing a gun and aiming an such.  I don't have a lot of skill in it but any advice will help. Have any ideas?"

Dressed in normal street clothes (jeans, etc.), you fit in moreso in this world.  "Training?  Perhaps in a while, but at the moment, I think it would be best to brush you up on what's been happening.  If you would follow me?"  He walks out of the storage area and begins down a hallway with a sign reading "Conference Room."

OoC: normal street clothes white fleese pulloverm and white cargo pants/black sweatpants that work?  more to my liking thats all. I personally hate and despise and loathe jeans so I consider this to be an older version of me ish so I hope theres nothing wrong with a different outfit.

"Ok, lets get to this meeting so I can learn whats been going on."

OoC: Yeah, sure thing.  Makes no difference to me.

IC: You walk into a room dominated by a large conference table.  It's empty, besides for that and a projection screen at one end.  Carl takes a seat, and you take one as well.  "Now, several months ago, we had our first encounter with a time traveller.  Before that, however, we were getting strange radio spikes.  After the spikes, the psychics would all go crazy.  Some of them have had total nervous breakdowns."

OoC: Crap, I gotta run.  Sorry to leave you hanging, but I'll finish this off later.

I sit and listen attentively.

Carl cleared his throat and then continued.  "We were told to stop it and figure out what was happening.  We sent a plane into space to wait and see what it could fine.  Lo and behold..." the lights clicked off and a picture of a strange metallic box appeared on the projector screen.  "We captured this.  It's a time machine, and there was a man inside it."

Carl's face twitched just enough that you realize he's skirting a lot of information, but that's understandable considering your position.  "The man revealed to us that he was sent from the future.  Why, you may be asking?  It appears that a civilization in the future is attempting to change the past-our present-so that their present becomes... well... better for them."

He shrugged.  "Of course, there's a lot more I could tell you about this, but I think that this may be enough for now, unless you have any questions."

OoC: It's lunch in Australia, I bet... <_< >_>

*cough*

Mal, if one more post after you posted that would be your 666th post....


"I have no questioneems logical, it seems logical enough.  Ok, I do have one question though, well I will definitely help you, because well I think that is why I came here, but first, I need some training, any advice and weapons and stuff that you can provide, trainers to help me or wahtever would be appreciated.  I understand from John earlier that I could be of great help, but I am afraid that for me to do that I am going to need some training.  I have a tendency to pick stuff up faster than some people, I have fired a gun before, and know that it is basically just aim and shoot, but like I said any professionals that can train me, show me the basics of stuff and what-not would help me in aiding this cause greatly.  I am happy to be of service lets just get some training done."

I stand up and go where he instructs..

"oh and can I get a map of this facility? I don't know my way around so maybe it might be good to get me a map.  I can always just ask, but it might make things slightly easier that way I needn't have to interrupt a lot of people to find my way around should I be neededing directions."

Carl stood up and nodded as the lights came back on and the projector went off.  "Training?  Yeah, we have a gun range downstairs in which someone's usually there and should be able to offer some help.  As for a map of the facility, well, just look outside.  There's a map right there.  I noticed you had a laptop, as well.  If you plug it into the map, you can download it to your computer."

"Ok, thanks. Oh, before I go, where is John? I wanted to ask him something."  I go outside and download the map to my laptop.  Then, I start to find John.  I figure that if he can answer  some questions, perhaps he can talk as I head downstairs.  If he should then it will help me find some good information.  I then proceed to head downstairs.

Carl points at the map to a room.  You read the legend which informs you it's the "Psychic Lounge."  "If he isn't there," Carl tells you.  "Then he either isn't in the building or is too busy to be spoken to."

You go to the lounge and see a few people inside; no John, however.

Having no luck there, you go into the elevator and push the button.  Cheesy music comes out of speakers in the sides, and the elevator rushes down for a few seconds before stopping and opening its doors on another hall.  If you didn't know this was another floor due to the sign, you wouldn't of been able to tell either.

I head to the gun range, but on the way I see if anyone knows where John is. I plan to look for him on my way, but if I don't see him on the way there, once I get there I will look for him after I get some training.

The corridor is mostly empty as you walk.  A few rooms dot the way, but they appear to be supply rooms and the like.

You find the gun range and enter.  To your surprise, John is there firing a pistol down the range.  The noise makes your ears ring, and you spot a pair of earmuffs on a countertop next to the door.

I pick them up, and start over to talk to him.  I was planning on asking him about how he knew I would be of good service here and what was I suppose to do.  I also plan to have him or a sergeant or someone to teach me what they can.

John stops shooting and takes his own earmuffs off.  Hearing your footsteps, he looks over to you slightly surprised.  "Oh?  Carl let you go already?"  He chuckled quietly for a second.  You ask him about how he knew of you and he replies: "I knew from the dreams.  All the psychics get them.  They're strange, and we often can't tell exactly what they mean, but yours was exceptionally clear."  He grinned sheepishly.  "Well, at least that you were important.  Doing what, I don't know."

He offers to show you a bit of pistol firing, and you jump at the chance.

You pick up a pistol and aim it down-range.  You fire, and the shot hits the edge of the target (not actually hitting any point areas, just the white surrounding area).  John shows you how to adjust your aim, and you fire again.

This time, you manage to hit the edge of the outermost ring of the target.  John nods, telling you it takes time to get decent.

I practice for a litte bit more and then (cus you said usually there is some instructor or something along the lines in there) find someone to show me something else, or give me more advice I shooting a pistol.

Okay, we're going to do a time jump here and you have a few options:

1) Train mostly with guns, focusing on your choice (pistol, SMG, rifle, or sniper) or multitasking a bit

2) Train on your own with stealth and shurikens

3) 50/50

Or something else if you wish.

Well, I choose choice C.  I figure that since there is a time lapse I have already sought out and talked to people about the mentioned weapons and that I have some skill with them.  I orginally planned on seeking people out anyway so in a time lapse I assume I did so.  Now that I have some skills I need to be able to use them efficently with the ones I already have.  So I will work with guns, but I want to use guns while being stealthy.  To get in and out without being noticed.  Being able to get the job done while being as quiet as possible.  I need stealth and guns so I will split it like 60-40 or 70-30 to work with guns more but stealth as well.  Also, I assume that in a time lapse I already had been practicing with all my skills new and old.  So the way I see it, practice makes perfect and practice, learn, and train I shall do.

All right, then.  Over the next five weeks, you get to know the staff fairly well (armoury people, kitchen, psychics, etc. etc.).  As well, with gun training, you...

Gain reasonable (a bit below police officer) proficiency with pistols
A similar level with SMGs
Similar with rifles

You gain an amazing proficiency with sniper rifles.  You shock everyone who knows you with your rapid speed.  Pretty soon, you even surpass the level of the resident sniper!  Although, not by much, to be fair.  Essentially... top military level.

With your stealth training, you...

Gain an incredible proficiency with concealment.  Guille suits and the like become like a second pair of skin and you quickly reach a similar level as the other professional snipers there.

OoC: You gain more, but my little brother is giving me **** about not getting off the computer so I have to cut this short, sorry.

>_<

OoC:*starts dancing*......*dances but no one can see me cus I am stealth dancing*......*becomes visible on the opposite site of room still dancing*

Haha.  Remember that this is very specific, however.  You have to have some sort of natural cover, and if you try and move you're going to go VERY slowly if you want to stay quiet.  When you're still, however, with the proper equipment you'll be nigh invisible.  Think of how snipers camoflouge themselves... that's basically what you've mastered.  Anyways...

You get a bit better with your shurikens, now being able to hit the target with every throw standing and at least some of the time while jogging.

Your speed at pulling your sword out increases (basically you got a bit more dex).

Any other skill remains stagnant (or if you really think something else should improve let me know in case I forgot it).

Now, then...

You're sleeping in your bunk, comfy in your new pyjamas (purple with pink poka dots!), when the lights turn on and an anouncement comes through the speakers.  "Would all group D members please report to the briefing room?"  You've been a member of group D since you showed an unusual proficiency with the sniper rifle, and you recognize the name as the organization's primary recon team (although they aren't used very much).

I wake up, get my gear on and head over to the briefing room.  If iI see any other group D members on the way I plan to ask them what is going on.  I mentally ready myself by going into a more combat aware state.  That way should anything happen it wont shock me and I wont get surprised easily.  I should be ready no matter what they say we need to do.  (I figure anyone can really do this, but after a lot of training in generla I suppose it is just something that one would naturally pick up...spending time in a military base, its expected I would think)

As you walk through the halls, you come across several other team members including the team captain Joseph Burns.  No one seems to know exactly what's going on.

When you arrive at the briefing room, Carl and John are already inside along with several other important-looking gentlemen who you don't recognize.

"Sit down, everyone," Carl tells to your group of roughly a dozen.

OoC: One last note about the gun skills: yeah, you have them in training, but in a combat situation you don't have nearly the same level of experience as anyone else, so don't come crying if you start missing.  ;)

OoC: I wont, but remember I have been in combat before, so I expect that Avahur is atleast ready and knows what he should compensate working on when doing stuff in battle.

I sit down and listen attentively soaking up all the information and thinking of anything that would aid me or my squad in any way shape or form.

Your group sets up around the table; not seemingly in any order but that doesn't seem to bother anyone.  The lights turn off and the projector comes on, displaying a grainy photograph of a fiery object hurtling through the sky.  "As some of you may already know," Carl starts.  "The amount of time travellers entering our dimension," he pauses, realizing this was new information as well.  "I'll get back to the dimension bit.  Anyways, the amount of time travellers from the Iconocracy has been increasing steadily.  Various other governments, especially the Chinese and British, have been shooting them down at sight."

Carl cleared his throat and then continued.  "Now, upon further probing, we have learnt that the travellers are also coming from an alternate dimension.  First they travel to our dimension, and then come back in time to our time.  Either way, it is unimportant."

"What's important is that it's getting worse.  As of late we have been building temporal force fields," a picture of an artist's conception of a giant 'bubble' type 'shield' over North America came on.  "They prevent the travellers from gaining access to our time.  The only problem is that... well..."

He looked around the room.  "We don't have everywhere covered yet.  And it seems likely that a larger group of travellers has just landed in Nevada.  We aren't exactly sure, but if they have arrived there then they are dangerously close to one of the generators located at Area 51.  Your mission is to investigate the supposed landing area and find out what's really going on.  Any questions?"

OoC: Yes, that's true.  But one thing to consider is that professional FBI agents (who have more pistol skill than a lot of military guys) miss 2/3 or more of their shots in an average firefight (poor lighting at 10m or so).

The Iconocracy is the government in the alternate dimension, by the way.  Avahur will of known that by now.

OoC: Yeah I know.

I am ready for this assignment and meet up with other buddies I have gained, I get ready and am ready to leave.  (of course after the meeting and we get dimissed,)