Tanklet

It's been an honor to raid by your side 🙂

Hey BaBs! Long time no see! Nice to know the wistful reminiscence has hit at least one of "the old guard". Welcome to Homecoming!

Wow that's a whole lot of words. Words that contradict other words. Words that have nothing to do with the topic. And words that are devoid of facts or research. Wow. Just. Wow. That's a Masterclass. Lordt just wow.

Y'all jumping down the wrong person's throat for the wrong reasons. You're assigning "alt dumping" to DawL when they are NOT the person that said it. DawL admitted to, at best, campaigning. At best. Guess what tho, someone else in this topic admitted to doing the same thing, but for a different base. Crickets. I also noticed every time VL got one vote, Rampage immediately got 2-3. I saw that happen for days. Crickets. What's more, the plea to visit the bases was just that. A plea. A request. A suggestion. Not a rule. The community voted for who they wanted using their own subjective rubric. That's what community choice is. Now they're being told that doesn't count and they have to be chaperoned, and vote again. I don't log on this game for this. I'm not doing it, just to prove that I'm going to vote the way I already voted. I'm sure folks will get cranky about another account that doesn't post to the forums but "suddenly found it just to whine" but oh well. This. This right here. This is the reason I stay out the forums.

I tried the Copy Character button and it said "Service Unavailable" Help? EDIT NEVERMIND! I needed to log into Beta first I guess before the button would work for me. FIXED IT!

Sure, be happy to help!

Group Name: The Wild Cards Alignment: Rogue Roleplay: Moderate to Heavy RP Discord: https://discord.gg/QhynqeJudS Recruitment Officers: @Dahlia Haven (Eerie Siren #0777 on DIscord), @King Lizard(Dakthulhu#4169 on Discord) or @Tanklet(Tanklet#7231 on Discord) Recruitment Message: "As a merc with your ears to the ground, you hear people whisper about The Wild Cards making bold moves around town, and their ranks are growing. Reputation, rewards, and allies are invaluable in this line of work. Maybe it's time to seek out a Wild Card, and add your unique set of skills to their roster." OOC: Listen up Mercenaries! The Wild Cards run Redside content, AE Arcs and farm teams. We encourage player run content/RP daily, run 'Wild Card Wednesdays' every other week with pop up teams happening on the regular, and scheduled farm teams every other Sunday adjacent to WCW's. We're regularly spotted in Black Cat and Black Friday for social RP, and have very active Discord full of IC and OOC shenanigans! For the most part we are EST; however; we have players that are active all hours of the day. Wanna join the fastest growing, most deadly and active mercenary group on homecoming? Then you'll be coming to the right place.

So, I definitely think the basics of a prison are a great foundation to start. Visit room, commissary, medical wing, solitary, recreational court of some sort, super max solitary cells, library, administration building Just some rough ideas

My girl Sonja (Valiant Katana)

I think if you have the time, motivation, and building capacity to build the thing, go for it. Cuz the same folks saying "why, what for, I wouldn't do it if I were you" are the same folks who'll end up using it once it's made public 🙂 A super jail (Zig or otherwise) has great potential for RP. Made use of one recently.

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The UI for this does some kind of jumping thing - has since Live. I was wondering if it would be a low hanging fruit to make it easier to use. When you are using backspace, and moving from one line up to the previous, it actually jumps your cursor in a spot you never intended for it to go. When I click my mouse, the mouse will sometimes end up where I did not click it - so I use my arrow keys to where I'm going. This is all on Edits. I don't experience these behaviors when typing out a new bio. Also.....any chance for maaayyyybeeee 500 more characters <.<

((Present Day)) Sonja's body exploded with rage, as she tear assed on a rampage from one part of Paragon City to the other. She didn't care where the fight was, or who it was for, or who it was against. She was there. It was the *only* way she knew how to work through what she had just learned. Human experimentation would be JUST like her mother. And everything AJ shared about the experience was par for the course with the way Commander Kincaid's Knives did things. Not only that, but the timing of it ....the timing and the location was what hit Sonja the hardest. He was taken years after Sonja was, but where he was found when he managed to escape ... After rampaging through Paragon City, Sonja finally stopped long enough to grab the few supplies she'd need for the trip, and let her mind do the math - calculating timing, thinking in a more detached light than she had been earlier. More than one paramilitary group took him, and they had held him for three years. They broke him, mended him, broke him, mended him, and broke him again. During that same time, Sonja was undergoing reprogramming protocol at the hands of Faustian and The Collaborative: A faction of Family and ....more than one paramilitary group. Sonja knew her mother despised the increasingly fusion like nature of nanotechnological enhancements. She utterly despised magic through and through. And she turned her nose at the idea of obscure serums. If there's one thing Veronica Kincaid was when it came to human enhancements - and human perfection - she was a purist. And, while AJ might not want to believe Sonja, she was certain there was something about him that set him apart from your every day civilian. There's no way they'd have held him for three years otherwise. They'd have killed him just like they killed his hiking partners. Working theory...? Given the timing, and the location of where AJ was found, all evidence pointed towards Veronica Kincaid having converted Sonja's old cabin into a hidden base of operations. It was the perfect hideout. Remote, plenty of wooded areas for her Knives and Blades to train. Plenty of room to grow ......... Very few people actually wandering by........... And those that did...? Veronica would have scanned them on approach, and decided their fate from the safety of her surveillance. And that's where AJ and his friends crossed the wrong woods, on the wrong day. But this was all just a theory right now. A theory backed by evidence of the fact that AJ was found in the SAME town her cabin was located near. But a theory all the same. So she needed to find proof. Sonja just hoped proof was still at the cabin this long after the fact. Digging out one of the old aliases that Asher had left her, Sonja rented a car. Even though it'd been ten years, Sonja still felt as if she knew the area like the back of her hand - including the roads to the cabin. As much as she wanted to be wrong about this hunch - there was this sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that this hunch was going to solidify into fact. So, if she was right? Well, that meant that Veronica Kincaid had experimented on AJ to fuel the protocol that turned Sonja into ....whatever the hell she is today. Something else that Sonja felt was her fault. And if that fact turned out to be true... Then what?

((The events below take place roughly 2 weeks ago)) Sonja made good use of her access key to Jokers Wild, and went straight for the Staff Only area. If a ten mile run wasn't enough to outrace her thoughts - or her past - then beating the hell out of something would have to do. And if the front of Jokers Wild was any indication, Sonja knew there'd have to be some staff gym facility in back and she was right. Sonja made her way to the gym in quick strides, finding the unsuspecting combat dummy and going to town. She landed several punches and kicks, her mind replaying her run in with Jenn. Under normal circumstances, she'd be happy to see her friend and former teammate. But not when it came to this.... Who the hell told Jenn to have the bright idea of having GENI bot running facial recognition scans on her and Asher FOR TEN YEARS!??!?!?! Who DOES that?! Jenn Lincoln, that's who. More punches. At first, the reunion was pleasant, although Sonja felt responsible for the fall of Codex not long after she left. She really thought she was doing the right thing and, while she logically knew that the two events could very well be unrelated - she felt to blame nonetheless. Sonja didn't have many 'friends', and she could tell Jenn felt abandoned. That stung. Especially having dealt with a different kind of abandonment herself. She wouldn't wish that shit on anybody .... More jabs and kicks. All thought of how Sonja would make this up to Jenn vanished, however, when conversation moved towards the topic of Asher. "Did you find him?" Jenn asked. "If I had, I'd have been back here sooner," Sonja replied. And, while that was true, there were ten years worth of pertinent details that Jenn didn't yet know. Sonja didn't think this was the time to fill her in on every detail As the flashbacks now played in Sonja's mind, she took her frustrations out on the combat dummy. Jenn talked about when Asher left. The things he took with him. The things he left behind. And how she'd been searching for *both* of them, hoping beyond hope that she'd find the two of them together somewhere. Punch. Punch. Punch "He HAD to have left for a reason, Sonja. I'm sure, if we find him, you can beat it out of him..." Jenn said. Kick. Punch. Kick "if I find him, I -will- kill him," was Sonja's response. And there it was. In the room. In the D. In the air where she couldn't take back. Not that she would. The sonofabitch owed her a debt, and if he wasn't dead yet, she'd extract that debt and send him to hell herself. Sonja's body was drenched in sweat as she sparred with her demons. Her past. And how a friend could soon be turned into an enemy. She was so briefly distracted that she didn't hear the footsteps of one of her new teammates until she was at the door to the gym, bottles of water in hand. The upgrades to Sonja's body caused a quick recovery from the brutalizing workout. Hopefully the conversation would do the same for her mind. Not that she was ANY good in conversation. But she needed to start somewhere.

*March 1st 2022* *Port Oakes* Sonja was never one to frequent the Isles; one because she was spoiled in her upbringing in the wooded nature surroundings of Paragon City, and two she just was not a big fan of the sights and smells of Etoile. But, one thing was certain - there's no better place to conduct business. Everyone here had a price. But you had to be careful to not be outbid by a competitor, or someone who'd pay more just to make sure you were dead. Sonja's old contacts here were long gone by now. You can imagine the turnover for dealers, thieves, and brokers to be pretty frequent. Especially after a ten years. But Sonja had always prided herself on having just the right amount of luck to find who she needed when she needed. And that's what happened a couple of nights ago at the Stormcage. Marzian did Sonja a solid with the intel he passed along to her. And while he said it was in exchange for their civil banter, Sonja knew enough to know that just as easily as a broker gives information is as easily as he could sell it to someone else, or bury you with it. She had to be cautious when dealing with him. His loyalty was to money, leverage, information. Nothing more. Sonja glanced at the card in her hand as she made her way between buildings, fully suited and cloaked, headed for the destination indicated on the card. Figures The Collaborative would choose a place far from Paragon City to try and regroup - to come up with a plan to fully cage her mind again. Sonja never took assignments in the Isles. Never frequented them.... But their miscalculation was assuming she wouldn't hunt them down wherever they were... The warehouse looked old and abandoned, one of Emile's long forgotten - and failed - front companies that Victor quickly swooped in and picked up for himself. Inside, Sonja noticed the lights were kept dim for a reason - but shadowy silhouettes were still easy for her to make out - especially with the tech powering the HUD on her shades. Inside were only two of The Collaborative bosses - Victor and Veronica. A screen displayed the face of Dr. Faustian. A second screen displayed the face of Dr. Aeon. There were three men with briefcases, and a room full of heavily armed guards. The meeting was just about to commence. Jumping from roof to roof, until she finally landed like a cat on her target, Sonja aimed a small listening device to the window - picking up muffled voices inside. "One of my associates has brought a nerve agent with him," Faustian began," If you can find a way to deploy this to Blade Rayne, it will incapacitate her long enough to return her to the Ikeq Island facility. Her ... treatment is complicated. I will only be able to give prognosis when I can properly observe, test, and triage the asset. Anything less is hypothesis and circumstantial. This includes whether or not I will be able to reimplement the protocols in the asset's brain. And, if I am able to reapply her protocols, there is no telling how long it will take before she is once again field ready. Victor let out a curse. "Well, there is another alternative," Aeon spoke up, "And, perhaps one closer to home base. And, certainly an alternative with far greater options. My associates have brought a sample of platelets taken from Malaise. Now, this was no small task. Acquiring such powerful psychoactive material is as dangerous as it is thrilling. And, as such, these samples are not volume enough to be of your benefit. They are quite expensive. After all, I have yet to be paid. However! This sample is proof of concept. I have discovered a way to render these platelets programmable. They can infect and render a subject under the complete command of another. You will be able to regain control of your wayward asset..." This time it was Sonja's mother who let out a string of expletives, threatening Aeon's life over a mind control incident involving Victor. Sonja filed that information away, to determine what - if anything- to do with it later. Dr. Aeon laughed, "Oh, my dear. If you were truly going to kill me, you would not have allowed me to be invited to this meeting. Although, you are Commander Kincaid. On the odd twist of reality that you actually did try to end my life - this is why I am taking this call electronically, and as we speak I am routing my signal throughout the globe rendering it nigh untraceable. Now, shall we get back to business?" That was Sonja's cue. Crashing through the warehouse, Sonja took out the cameras feeding the meeting. She took out the guards next. Before the "associates" had time to run, Sonja made them drop their cases and leave emptyhanded. They were of no threat to her. The docs that sent them were. And they already knew she was here which meant acting fact. The associates left in a hurry. One actually looked like he pissed his pants. Sonja lodged daggers into her mother and Victor's shoulders. Not enough to kill them. Just enough to keep them preoccupied while she made off with the chemical compounds. "Now that your eggheads have lost their science, their rates will skyrocket higher than either of you can afford. So, let me make this clear. My work. My way. My life. My rules. And don't ever let me have this conversation with either of you again......." Sonja made her way to the window to the sounds of both her mother and Victor cursing - unable to lift their arms. Victor bellowed, "HOW" Sonja smirked, "You underestimate me. That's how ...." Sonja leapt from the building without another word.