Rooting bugs out (OPEN TO ALL)

[jo]

It was in the middle of the night where insurgent activities would be high around Shinjuku ghetto. This is also that time where corruption would be high, given that illegal refrain drug trade was taking place. To be noted at the moment is that there are also activities of prostitution, murder of Britannian citizens AND outright unwilling adultery of the defenseless students of the prominent Ashford academy. This had to stop. The answer to this was to be a cooperation between the military and the civil police to put down all of these activities. Under the help of a few Britannian informants operating within underground networks, there was a surplus of information pouring out about these activities, and their locations were squared out.

There was to be several military personnel present at the scenic event such as this which will mark Britannia's commitment on their war on terrorism. In this scenery; Jovus was one of those military officers assigned to lead the infantry and take out several key members of the resistance if they were to be spotted. Some would brand him an assassin, others would brand him as a commando due to his role to go behind enemy lines and root out all those who stand against Britannia.

All that was needed now was a queue. Of course, the queue should be something that'll threaten the livelihood of the Black Knights. Their very lifelines be severed. In this case, it is to have a complete annhilation of the Shinjuku Ghetto, although make sure it is much more subtle. Every and all buildings would be blown up in order to destroy every inhabitants, going by a policy of shoot first, ask questions later kind of gig. Although the Senior Officer didn't mind doing all of this, it was just troubling him subconsciously that civilians were to be brought in this war and killed alongside insurgents who'd play the innocent man. As they should say within the local Christian circles; let God decide who is sinful and who is not.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. That was the queue. The sappers have blown up three structures reportedly used as a hideout for the Black Knights. A panic ensued, followed by gunfire. Not from the Black Knights but from the Britannian military working alongside with the Spec-ops. There were no Knightmares present at the moment, those were for reserves. Now is a battle of survival. Jovus, holding his trusty state-of-the-art Britannian .70 caliber magnetically accelerated revolver, was firing at a few people, those who were holding assault rifles and gunning them down.... and so.... the incursion has begun!

[maximillion]

It was the middle of the night at a time when the majority of human-kind were either indoors asleep, or for the less desirable of society; walking in the shadows and searching the darkness for prey. It was also a time when the underside of society liked to come out into the open in order to do what they do best; corrupt. The ways of corruption were by far not limited to one single method, drugs, prostitution, murder, adultery, even rape was not a far cry. The underworld of society would come out after sun-down safer and more secure from the lack of light, the darkness gave them a misleading sense of security something that a true dweller of the dark side knew to be false. One by one over the past seven days and nights, these lowlifes had disappeared only to be found later as a bloodied corpse. The local authorities were all but unsure what to make of this. Was someone killing off the trash? Were they trying to protect the children from the adulterating garbage? Trying to save the innocent from the trash of the underworld? On the contrary, these lowlifes were picked as part of a test, a test to see if they were worthy opponents by a certain mass-murderer, as a result: the less desirable ones died. The drug dealers and other various sorts of lowlife trash were the bottom feeders of society, not worthy to live in the same world as, or breath the same air as the other common folk. To others with similar views these kinds of people were merely the same as they were, in truth the majority of human kind were most likely filth, however this was not the kind of assumption that could be made by one single person. This was reality. A harsh reality that some shy away from, pretending everything will be alright and nothing is wrong. A certain figure watched a certain scene from a distance, although quite far away, this man used no form of visual enhancement such as binoculars or a telescope. He simply watched, sitting a top a nearby building roof.

Several military personnel were present at some sort of event, seemingly watched by the man in the rooftop even so closely. Three structures combusted exploding, this a queue of course, a queue in which that certain man would make his move. PITTER PATTER! PITTER PATTER! The man sprinted through the building, through the rooftop door, down the stairs from the roof in which he watched, hurrying down the stairs, and finally out the door in an all too inconspicuous manner. Gunfire ensued! Panic ensued! Just what was going no one could be sure, the only thing that would be positive was death and blood-shed, and the slaughter of many; perhaps some innocent, others not. All was certain that a large event was going down right at that moment, and he wanted in on the action, the Mass-Murderer Maximillion casually paced toward the scene blending in all too well remaining unseen, for awhile that is. The killer was a man who changed interest as quick as one would change a pair of dirty socks: from day to day, todays interest was the killing of Black Knights, and hopefully, this was his chance. One thing that never changed in Maximillion's mind was the lust to kill powerful opponents, not the political kind but genuinely strong combatants..... and that desire combined with a lack of conscious made the man dangerous, almost unpredictable. Excite, almost ecstasy, ran wild through the red haired man's mind, as Maximillion's thoughts were fully centered at the possibility of an excellent fight. If one was for certain at that point, it was the possibility of a massacre, if not by the man now in sight gunning people down with a revolver, than by Maximillion himself. Daggers flew out of nowhere speeding past the man with a revolver, seemingly missing the man himself, however in truth never aimed toward him in the first place...and striking down three people in the distance. The blades caused instant death due to the fact that they entered their target through the eye.....immediently piercing the brain... Maximillion stepped onto the scene, he still watched ever so carefully, letting the words slip from his mouth. "Lovely!" ¢À

[jo]

Several deaths ahoy. There was a massacre going on and Jovus was in it despite his objection to it. Normally, he'd not attend such a thing like this, but an operation this big is pivotal to his military career. Perhaps earn him a promotion of sorts within an operation like this and etc. There is a consequence to this of course. Unlike any other battles, whereas Jovus specializes in Black Ops missions, he was in fact deployed to the frontlines alongside other elites within the Britannian military.

Something big was going, since the enemies they are up against are Black Knights. Those aren't the ordinary run-of-the-mill insurgents that Jovus has grown accustomed to fighting to. He'd rather skip this out, but for once, he finds activities within his dull and mundane military life as a Senior Officer. At last this has become quite a vivid experience where he can count on getting some genuine fun out of it lest he sleeps or dozes off. That's how much he is going to be active. It would be a lie to admit he isn't enjoying this despite his consciousness objecting to this. Nonetheless, a battle is a battle, and it'll provide some spark of interest to the normally acerbic officer.

Firing a couple of shots from his .70 caliber revolver, he pulls out of his bandoleer a couple of caseless bullets for it. Inserting each one of them into the holes of the revolver barrel in which he'll use to fire from. Rolling the barrel to a close, he cocks back the hammer of the gun and points it at a civilian namely. Firing a shot which resulted in a very messy and gory explosion of the head.

All thanks to modern science, the weaponry of today have become quite powerful. All those .70 caliber shots didn't result in a large recoil due to the magnetic property of the rail gun revolver. Emptying another few shots on a man, he blew a hole within his chest. Where the heart belonged. It was quite a messy scene really. Blood was reddening the concrete ground and soaking it in crimson, pouring out like a waterfall from Niagara. The Officer wasn't disheartened from this scene. No. Killing someone like them grows on a person. Especially with all of these propaganda about the filthy elevens causing problems for the 'honest' Britannians. It'd make it a lot easier to kill an enemy that is demonized. It is all reflected within their doctrines. Travion provided testament to that.

Zero and his cohorts were to blame for all of Britannia's problems within Area 11, if it weren't for him, Area 11 would have a better time undergoing development into a Satellite Nation and perhaps even improve tenfolds. At least that's within Jovus's reasoning. Panic was a common sight here by now, within the Ghetto. The buildings were cleared whilst Jovus was busy firing at those wearing the insurgent uniforms and held guns, and a few civilians followed by that. By then, bodies piled up all over the streets as a notation of another within the massacre follows. This man caught the Senior Officer's attention thanks to the flying daggers that squarely missed him, focusing on him with a sort of interest to say the least. At least that attention was on him for quite a while, an explosion knocked Jovus away from his squadron, consuming the tank within the combustion along with most of the Senior Officer's squad he leads. Now he truly was without backup in this battlefield. A wall of fire separated him from the rest of the army. Worst yet was that there were two enemy Knightmares patrolling the streets, looking for survivors from the explosion. The operation doesn't end with the loss of a squad. No. He must continue the mission no matter what the cost was.

Sneaking within the buildings, climbing up a couple of stairs, hiking across a few walls, he finds himself within a bland seemingly endless corridor. Quite Spartan in comparison to the vividly decorated buildings of the area settlement. Locking through and through the building, making his way several past closed and opened doors, within those open doors were snipers. He had no time to take care of them at the moment. It was then he found himself overlooking the sight of that same man within the 2nd story balcony. Watching him skillfully slay all. The only question remained was that whether he was a special agent within the military; a friend, a foe, or some neutral fighter.

Taking a careful aim, he fires a warning shot at the man, squarely missing his toe, but nonetheless made a racket. It was after that one shot, Jovus waved his hand for attention. "You! Yes you! Are you friend or foe?" A yell echoed to Maximillion, hopefully he'd respond to the query.

[maximillion]

The massacre continued. Yes, a massacre, a great scene of indiscriminate killing. Despite not having a clue what was going on, Maximillion was right in the middle of it. To be precise, wherever there was death to be found, he could usually be found nearby, killing was his life after all, and that would never change. Not being sure who this man was, Maximillion was, in fact, very catious of him. By his looks, he appeared to be a Britannian Officer of some kind, or, at the very least, in the Britannian Military. It wasn't incorrect to say, that this fire-fight was some form of battle between the Black Knight's, and Britannia, or, so it seemed. Despite this, the only reason Maximillion himself would be found in a place like this, would, of course, be only to kill. While the Black Knights themselves gave no interest to him, he had heard quite a few people in the underworld rant on, about the Immortal's, and the miracle-worker Zero, this did interest Maximillion, however. To what degree was unknown, even to Maximillion himself, he had never seen an Immortal face to face, or, even Zero for that matter. It didn't matter, only the current moment mattered any, despite the threat, fear, importance, and worry most put over such matters, none of those things concerned him, Maximillion was by far different. His taste laid only in blood. Blood, death, killing, chaotic massacres of some form. Despite all of of that, he was a rather simple man, with simple taste, that could be considered the most primitive form of living, a life without worry, and one without fear over pointless things. Death was but one stage in life, it wasn't something to dwell over, not something to fear, as most did, doing so only took the fun from things. The Black Knights fought for something that was, more or less, pointless, they were in bad taste, or, spoil sports of life, as Maximillion would put it. Too much thought, too much rationalization for Maximillion's mind to handle, it was time for a little of the irrational. Reaching into his pockets, Maximillion pulled more of the same, Daggers, from their respective pocket, this time, however, it was a serrated variety of the blade. For a total of ten. One could wonder, just how many weapons he had hidden on his body, the correct answer to such an inquiry would be, at the very least, in the 50's. The next action taken, would more or less prove his lack of conscious, as it didn't matter who or what he killed, even if they were just innocent civilians, Maxillion would feel no remorse. Where others would indeed stop themselves, he would continue life, just as he always had, pushing forward, doing as he pleased, without so much as a heavy feeling for his inhumane deeds.


Pulling back both arms, he aimed, for what appeared innocent civilians. The serrated daggers flew through the air effortlessly, striking down a total of five civilians, instantly killing them, as the blades passed through their eye and into their brains. One thing was certain, more of a truthful fact then anything, it was that trust was something that could not be counted on in combat, for what appears to be a helpless victim, could be a back-stabbing traitor in disguise. This, was the number one rule of war, trust only those close to you, only those who you know in and out, or, trust no one at all. The more the unknown man fired his Revolver, the more Maximillion began to like to him. Crimson blood pouring out, reddening the ground and soaking it, this scene, it did not bother him, rather, it made Maximillion excited...and that was not a good thing. Maximillion is a sociopath, and to sociopaths what happens around them is of no concern, the scene of gore and death wasn't nearly enough to excite him that much. No, the thing that excited him was but a single thought, this death and killing, certainly it would draw out the stronger Black Knight's, and that was what he wished for. Fighting strong opponents was his sole reason, all he wanted out of life. The act of fighting and killing powerful warriors excited him to the point of giving gratification..of the sexual kind... Was it too much? Too much to ask, for those detestible Black Knights detestable to send out their most fiercesome warriors? No. It was not, and if the scene was made large enough, they will come, they had to come. This was the conclusion that Maximillion's cunning and intellect had arrived at.

Although, panic was a common sight now, within the Shinjuku Ghetto, Maximillion failed to notice his surroundings due to his own inner thoughts and excitement...The panic was not distracting, but annoying, reflexivity he pulled out a two grenades, and tossing them toward a crowd they exploded, flames ignited from the grenades...as they were white phosphorus. It was quite the gruesome scene, the crowd ran about on fire....the flesh melting from them bodies until death finally claimed them. Finally, an explosion knocked him back into reality, no longer lost within his thoughts, Maximillion took a good look at his surroundings, only to see two Knightmare patrolling. He had noticed that the other man who was just there had disappeared. Now then, he wasn't sure if this man was hostile toward him, or, if he even would attack him, however, due to this the man's disappearance was quite troublesome, well, almost. It was then that the warning shot came, hitting right next to his foot, squarely missing Maximillion's toe. Along with an echoed yell, "You! Yes you! Are you friend or foe?" Maximillion, opened his eyes to this, cold, narrow, Amethyst eyes, calmly searched for the location of the shooter, to his surprise, it was none other than the man whom he had lost track of. Swiftly, the remaining five daggers in his hand flew, but not at the man who shot at Maximillion, no, but at several men with guns still in the surrounding area, killing them as easily as he had the rest. Maximillion turned his face towards Jovus's direction, and with a smile said, "No, if I had to say something to that, my dear sir. It'd likely be that i'm on no one's side, however, in this case alone....I'd say that I am probably a friend!" A sheepish, devious, smile came over his face. Maximillion stood prefectly still, waiting for this man to respond before moving again....It would be better, if this man did not consider him an enemy, for both of their sakes...

[jo]

"No, if I had to say something to that, my dear sir. It'd likely be that I'm on no one's side, however, in this case alone....I'd say that I am probably a friend!" The response that came out from this man. It was barely audible, faint in general to the ears, but it was heard nonetheless. A sigh of relief came out from the Britannian officer as he swore under his breathe. A moment passed that he believed those daggers were meant for his death, but he was proven wrong, it was for those enemies that strolled around and about. Just one question remained, just who was he that he helped the Britannians rather than anyone else? He certainly didn't look Asian like the Elevens, more so, he appeared European, perhaps he was an Irregular? He will have to put his questions aside at the moment, there was more troubling matter to handle, for one, the Black Knight soldiers.

He couldn't do much as an infantry, Jovus wasn't meant to engage the enemy in battles, no, rather, go behind enemy lines and sabotage their supplies. This just wasn't his line of duty, and as such, all he could do is kill off the infantry, the Knightmare frames deployed around are off limits to him. He cannot touch them, best kept that way. Now to begin rendezvous with his newly found ally. Taking two steps, he turns around, kicking open the glass panel of the slide in door, pacing carefully into the apartment complex, taking a look to the left, then to the right, he doesn't spot anyone in particular. Probably evacuated from the apartment complex... or the other thing, there was an ambush! If only he can tuck tail and run, Jovus would do it. This kind of battle just isn't his thing. What idiot planned this entire operation either ways? High command sure is being led by inbred swine called nobles.

His guess was just right, peeking around the corner, he heard an incessant chatter among the insurgents, speaking to one another. The chatter, he didn't understand, but their intentions he did. Even as they speak in their language to one another, Jovus pulled a phosphorous grenade out of his belt, pulling the pin out with his teeth, spitting it to the side before rolling it on the decaying concrete floor of the hallway, taking cover afterwards. The result was a burst of flames combusting all over the hallways, and enveloping the elevens, leaving them to die a painfully fiery death, and so, the apartment complex has caught fire.

Tapping twice, he relinquished his cautious demeanor in favor of a stifled one. Running to the other end of the hallway that wasn't near the fire source, he descends down, floor by floor, all the way to the ground floor. The entrance of the apartment complex was empty. Although there was the familiar whirring of the Knightmares. It was quite distinct, the wheels made a certain sound recognizable by the military personnel who have seen combat against them, for one, Jovus only saw retreats from them. Fighting just wasn't his thing. Especially against a large machine that can barely take damage from machine guns. Bracing his back against the wall until the whirring sound of the Knightmare frames disappears, he sneaks out to the spot where he spotted his ally on the battlefield. His only known ally at the moment, his commander and his platoon were killed off.

Making his way across the open streets, his back braced against the wall as he advanced throughout the area, his eyes peeled on both sides of the street, keeping a steady cautiousness. Better safe than sorry as they say. He would've tucked tail and ran if he had the chance, but unfortunately he doesn't have that option at hand. Back to reality. He found the man who he conversed with earlier, sighing in relief on the sight of him. The sight of an ally.

"You know, you were a pain in the ass to track. Still, name's Jovus, Senior Officer within the Britannian military, cut me the hassle and tell me yours, soldier... err... or are you just a civilian?" He wearily asked, the toll of this battle already has given him a mental fatigue of sorts. He was already keen on running and breaking off.

[Aloysius Drebbel]

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Jovus Halion Travian: (1966 Words, Normal RP) 197 Exp, 197 Credits
Maximillion Vertilas Xarxes: (1828 Words, Normal RP) 183 Exp, 183 Credits

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