NovaArkwing

> Agent Foxtrot-117 (Nova), Freelancer HQ Nova took in what Virginia had said then his intrigue grew curious about the mentioned advanced ancient artifacts and made a note to ask about that afterwards as he saw her expression grow more horrified and troubling he looked down at the ground trying to envision and recreate and decode the event and what happened that day all that time ago in his mind like a puzzle before he turned back to Virginia feeling a little guilty for making her relive those awful memories, "I can imagine anyone would lose some of their sanity after going through that amount of mental stress in that ordeal..." he paused as he comforted her trying to cheer her up after she remembered the tragic experience again as if she was in those very ruins again. "Thanks for opening up Virginia and I think you should talk to 4-6-9er about this if it's this much of a burden, you and her have been inseparable ever since you two met and I think she should know about these...Experiences that you're having, and I'm always available if you wanna talk or need help just ask it's no trouble. Since there's little for a First Generation Agent like me to do around here aside from training the new agents and managing my own training regimes." he advised Virginia and nodded before standing up and was about to leave until his curiosity about the ruins arose again. Hoping to secure the ruins for Freelancer R&D teams before they fell into the wrong hands he turned back to her and asked her about them, "Virginia, if you can remember the co-ordinates to those ruins could you send them to me, finding that kind of technology will provide Freelancer all sorts of benefits and advantages in technological I’ll send a report to the Director and tell him that you found them, I’ll throw in a good word for you and if the Director likes it and approves I’ll make sure you get promoted into a good Fireteam like Washington’s or the Dakotas Fireteam if you want. You earned it.” Nova smiled and offered her a promotion but only left curiosity as to why he himself didn’t lead a Fireteam as he seemed like the perfect candidate to lead a Fireteam. ----------------------- >Freelancer HQ Freelancer Case File 01.045//Level 2 Confidential [CEDOCUNET] Mission: Failure, All Objectives As another Freelancer dropship landed in one of the Operation hangers a bulky and tall white armoured Second Generation Agent codenamed Maine watched as a Fireteam led by another Second Generation Agent in brown customised armour codenamed Connecticut or C.T for short, their armour was scorched and scratched as they were defeated and forced to retreat by an unknown force to the north of Equestria. While the Fireteam disembarked the transport and stumbled to the briefing room C.T stormed off into an empty room which overlooked the training floor with a scoreboard of the top Agent Fireteams. She slumped onto a bench facing a window which looked out and over the Training room with a view of the scoreboard. She took her helmet off revealing her short-styled brown-coloured mane she flipped her helmet over and stared at it despairingly, C.T wasn’t the best fighter in Freelancer or the best Agent as she and her fireteam were outclassed and constantly bested. Her Fireteam was the lowest ranked out of the elite Agent Fireteams despite her best efforts at trying to improve their efficiency they always were overlooked in favour of the more superior Agent-led teams like Carolina’s and Washington’s. Jaded and frustrated she threw her helmet at the wall only for it to smack into the wall and bounce back at her feet with the visor staring back at her, judging her silently. She sighing deeply depressed before she picked it up and placed it next to her. Washington upon hearing the commotion poked his head around the door and saw C.T depressed, wanting to help her he slowly moved into the room and slowly walked him behind her and started feeling that she knew he was there and didn’t want his help. “It wasn’t your fault Connie...” Wash started as he tried to comfort her only for her to give him a sharp fierce glare with a very small hint of melancholy, “[colour=#8b4513]Easy for you to say. You didn't drop the ball![/colour]” She snapped back at Washington and stood up sharply leaning on the railings by the window. “The ball got dropped. We were all there, it's everyone's responsibility.” Washington added trying to make it sound like it wasn’t her fault, “[colour=#8b4513]Dammit David, why are you doing that...?[/colour]” C.T cut through Wash’s excuses watching as other agents trained below on the training floor. “What am I doing? I'm trying to make you feel better. We all make mistakes Connie...” Washington answered her in a slightly soft tone, “[colour=#8b4513]Yeah? great. Hey, how about you go make Carolina feel better? Go pat Maine on the head. See how that works out for you. No! We don't make mistakes....[/colour]” Connie replied viciously as she shot Washington down looking like she was about to go into a passionate rant. “Connie, come on...” Washington cut himself off as C.T continued, “[colour=#8b4513]That's the point! We don't all make mistakes. Some of us very specifically make mistakes, and others don't seem to make any mistakes at all, like Carolina or even Nova. That's why they're doing all this! These missions! The rankings! They're drawing a line between us Wash. And you're either on one side of that line, or you're on the other. And it's getting pretty god**** clear which side I'm on.[/colour]” C.T ranted despairingly as she turned to face Wash who just watched and listened to her rant about Freelancer. “No one thinks like that; we're a team. The Leaderboard is just a formality for friendly competition, nothing to be taken too seriously. Besides the higher Freelancer teams get the more suicidal and highly dangerous missions” Wash countered trying to calm her down while not as quite a smooth talker as Agent York or Nova, the sincerity was still present in his tone “[colour=#8b4513]I'm not talking about you guys. I mean them. Him.[/colour]” C.T venomously added staring at the Director who was on the training floor addressing a new Fireteam of new Agents, “The Director? He's given us everything. He's helping us! Many of us wouldn’t be alive were it not for him!” Wash defiantly defended the Director as C.T started accusing the Director. C.T stared straight at Wash giving him a look as if he just spat in her face disrespectfully, “[colour=#8b4513]Helping us? Wake up David! Wake the **** up! He's filtering us! This is a selection process. I don't know for what, but, if you're not at the top of that board, you're not worth anything to him.[/colour]” She furiously glared at Wash face to face oblivious to the vicious death glare that Wash dished out on her for accusing the Director of such claims, “You're just overreacting. You've always been hard on yourself, Connie...” Wash started but felt too sick to continue the sentence as the argument gave him a large headache as C.T slowly walked away from him. “[colour=#8b4513]Not as hard as they are, David. And not nearly as hard as they're going to be...[/colour]” C.T said as she pushed her helmet into Wash’s hands and was just about to walk out the room until she stopped for a moment, “[colour=#8b4513]Oh and David...Don't call me Connie. It makes me sound like a ****ing kid. Call me CT. Oh, and the line that I talked about?...you better hurry up and figure out what side you're on, Agent Washington. Before they figure it out for you.[/colour]” She ominously added with hidden venom as she mentioned his official callsign before walking out of the room leaving Wash all alone. He watched her leave then slowly switched his attention to her empty helmet turning it around looking at the visor for a moment and sighed heavily, “Dammit Connie...” He uttered hopelessly, he grew more and more worried about his close friend as she grew more and more obsessed with training. Every time he tried to talk to her about it she always shot him down when deep down he cared a lot about her and secretly had feelings for her. A Freelancer Internal Affairs officer past the doorway and spotted Washington inside, the officer walked into the room and saluted Washington. “Agent Washington, you have been summoned by the Internal affairs committee to a meeting. They wish to speak with you ASAP, better follow me.” The Officer said while saluting the Agent. “Thanks...Lead the way...” Wash replied stoically as he followed the officer, his thoughts were still clouded by C.T current state of mind. ---------------------------------- >Freelancer High-Command, The Director’s Office The Command centre was quiet as the majority of information and reports was handled and organized by F.I.L.S.S or Freelancer. Integrated. Logistics. Security. System, the Freelancer’s central Artificial Intelligence. Terminal clusters were scattered around the outer shell of the Central Command chambers while inside the chambers command servers and terminal clusters were streaming, archiving and sending information across all active Freelancer cells around the world which saved on hiring personnel who could’ve been potential spies from hostile organizations intent on sabotaging F.I.L.S.S but even then machines still need repairs or upgrades, magic-casted drones initiate the required upgrades or repairs, as to where the magic comes from is unknown even to the Director himself. However F.I.L.S.S was the first of its kind of smart AIs, well defended with regenerative and self updating software and rapidly adaptive cyber-warfare suites its immensely powerful processing power makes it the most superior hardware to date, however still vulnerable to Physical damage it was built to suit Freelancer’s needs. The Director’s Office was empty as usual excluding his chair and the Holographic-screens in front of a large table which held data streams which contained valuable intel on Freelancer cell activities, results of experiments, reports of political and military activity, everything a individual needs to keep one step ahead. The Director himself was sat in his desk pouring a bottle of Canterlot ’45 fine wine into a glass, watching footage of a Freelancer UAV which was tracking an unknown vehicle in Equinia. He knew it was the Forgotten Army, a thorn in Freelancer’s side since the X-02 attack in the arctic. Both sides have crossed paths before while Intelligence agencies from overseas nations warned them of missing stockpiles of devastating weapons had disappeared from seemingly random locations from various continents at different dates. But they were a heading to the same place...Equestria. However the Director soon figured out their targets and their overall plan, they would try to strike at the Citadel tower the hub of all the Federation’s military intelligence there by rendering the Federation temporarily blind. Then they’d try to attack a particular Official of the GEF. Rainbow Dash, The Director pulled up Dash’s biographic files and began studying them. “Rainbow Dash, Young Mare. Pegasus born on Cloudsdale...General of the Federation’s military. Senior politician and member of the inner circles of the Federation elite...Friend of-“He stopped for a moment, as he paused on a single fact which sparked his interest. “Friend of the late Red Fox now confirmed as the once thought dead Twilight Sparkle...” The Director took a sip of the wine and closely studied her profile further and began formulating a plan that could potentially slide GEF activity towards a more Freelancer-friendly agenda. One problem remained which the Director tried to avoid, eventually Freelancer would have to reveal itself to Equestria and with events escalating faster than he had predicted it would be inevitable. “F.I.L.S.S, we have a rather, risky situation developing in Equinia and I would need the following resources be readied plus reports on all 0-5 Alpha-level experiments.” The Director called upon F.I.L.S.S urgently standing up slowly and approached past the data feeds and gazed out of the large window in a solemn and stoic stance wrapping his hands around his back and stared out the window in deep thought. “[colour=#00ffff]Yes Director I will commence compiling reports immediately. What recourses do you require?[/colour]” “Activate Project: ALLISON with Authorization level: 0-5 Tango-Epsilon-X-ray-Alpha-Sierra then prepare a flash teleportation gate leading to Epsilon district in Equinia and scramble one fast gunship to accompany her. We need to warn that Official ASAP the fate of our Equestria-based operations depend on that Official’s survival” The Director eventually ordered realising the gravity of the situation which required him to awaken her...His own private secret project which resembled someone he knew a long time ago. Someone very close to him that he thought was forever lost. “[colour=#00ffff]Authorization approved, I’ll ready a teleport imminently as she wakes up and I’ll send a scramble alert to one of our fast moving assets. Anything else, Director?[/colour]” F.I.L.S.S replied courteously as it began setting things into motion. “Yes, find me a connection to Red Fox A.K.A Twilight Sparkle as soon as you can. I have business proposition for her that I wish to discuss with her, also get me a report of the results on the Advanced Defence Fighter Xperiment Project division if you please, we’ll need to prepare for the coming events sooner than we had anticipated and that means advancing our military forces even further and gain superiority in case the Federation decide to turn against us. That will be all for now, thank you F.I.L.S.S” The Director requested F.I.L.S.S as he sat back down on his chair and took yet another sip letting the alcoholic aroma fill his senses as he prepared for the communication and then requested F.I.L.S.S to compile a progress report on one of Freelancer’s more important military aviation experiments located somewhere classified in South Germaney afterwards he then thanks F.I.L.S.S knowing that it’d carry out his orders faithfully. “[colour=#00ffff]Of course Director, I will prepare to initiate communications with the Federation and co-ordinate with the ADFX program to assess its readiness.[/colour]” F.I.L.S.S dutifully responded as it got to work on carrying out the Director’s orders. The Director continued monitoring the situation at Equinia all by his lonesome in the deathly quiet large chamber, after a while he tapped a code on his own private data console which activated a separate holographic screen where a video flashed in front of him, he reached out and initiated the playback sequence and a young soft female voice began to play the video showed a blonde-maned Green eyed young and beautiful mare in a REA Marine uniform appeared...Smiling...Completely full of life...Happy... The video was time-stamped 6 years ago, the day she disappeared from him forever on a expedition to some unknown ruins which was led by the once thought dead Twilight Sparkle...His last moments with her. The Director continued watching the video and drinking the wine until the last drop was gone, in silence he sighed deeply secretly wishing to see her again... “Don’t say goodbye, I hate goodbyes. You’ll see me someday.” The mare in the video last words to the younger Director who filmed their last moments echoed, he never forgot that day all those years ago as he came to wish her goodbye and promise she came back safely just as she walked off smiling at the camera then the video stopped eventually her words echoed around his mostly empty office as if to emphasize the solitude and loneliness he now resides in, “So do I...Perhaps next time around.” The Director replied softly, his gaze was stuck on the video his thoughts slowly clouded with guilt and sorrow after so long ago and replayed it again hoping to see her again preserving the last precious piece that reminded him of her. ---------------------------------- >Harmony’s Rest, Equinia The bar was filled with a joyous atmosphere as groups of friends, soldiers and people were celebrating the 6th anniversary of the Federation’s founding, despite the most recent disastrous events this event was different as people cheered, sang merrily and heartily, drunk tremendous amounts of alcoholic drinks and exotic cocktails in light of the occasion even the bartenders joined in as they served drinks, however one such individual seemed quiet and reserved, not willing to join in, her pitch black armour was camouflaged and disguised, her head was hooded and covered as she waited for her target to arrive. Her target was easy enough dead giveaway to spot as she had rainbow coloured hair. After awhile of idly waiting she spotted the rainbow-coloured maned-mare but soon spotted that the target wasn’t alone as a rather intimidating-looking stallion soon followed, her helmet’s visor identified him as Chronarch, the GEF right hand Stallion. She waited for them to sit down and observe the mare for a moment as if she was sizing the Rainbow-maned mare up for a moment examining her before she’d send the warning. As the waiter approached the two she disappeared into the crowd of people to get closer to the two without arousing suspicion, she strode near their table then used her magic to get a dataslate to appear in her hand which would hold all that the Rainbow mare would need to know and warn her. Just before she closed in she activated a voice changer inside her helmet to a deep unrecognisable voice “A warning from a concerned anonymous. I’d advise you listen to it very soon, it might save your life.” She instructed the mare as she handed the dataslate to Chronarch’s and the Rainbow Mare’s table before vanishing out into the streets.

(Hope I'm not too late...) Roleplay Type:[colour=#282828] Mane vs Machine [/colour] Name:[colour=#282828] Nova Arkwing a.k.a "Ghost Reaper"[/colour] Sex:[colour=#282828] Male[/colour] Age:[colour=#282828] Stallion[/colour] Species:[colour=#282828] Pegasus[/colour] Eye colour:[colour=#282828] Emerald Green[/colour] Coat:[colour=#282828] Navy Blue[/colour] Mane/Tail:[colour=#282828] Cobalt and Light blue, spiky and sleekly-styled so it doesn't get in his line of sight.[/colour] Physique:[colour=#282828] Well toned, very tall and athletically fit, very nimble, swift and quite slim.[/colour] Occupation/Class:[colour=#282828] Spy[/colour] Cutie Mark:[colour=#282828] A white sword with wings[/colour] Team: Technically he's Blue but due to his orders from superiours that doesn't stay for long if a new set of orders forces him to neutralize his former teammates. Loadout: Primary: Big Kill (modified)/Honorbound (Mastercrafted/modifed with High Frequency monomulecular upgrade, Translation: It can make short work out of anything and can slice clean through anything that's not heavily armoured) Secondary: Sharp Dresser (duel-wielded)/Black Rose throwing knives Primary Equipment: Primary PDA Secondary Equipment: Cloak and Dagger/Sapper Misc items: Nanobalaclava/Cut Throat Concierge History: Nova was born in Cloudsdale into a militaristic proud family with a rich history of serving Her Royal Princesses armed services, his childhood was full of training regimes and high education from elite academies of military intelligence officers where he discovered his first love for sword fencing, shooting, combat and flying. As Nova grew up and eventually joined the military he became far more intelligent, ruthless and cunning. During his career progression often allies distanced themselves away from Nova because of his methods of achieving objectives and completing mission were... Disturbing as enemy forces fell prey to demoralising psychological warfare and deadly deception tactics. Nova gained a infamous reputation among allied and enemy forces alike which eventually gave him a name. "Ghost Reaper" a name which suited him best because the enemy would never see him coming until they discover it too late as their throats were slit or receive a round between the eyes.[colour=#282828] [/colour]He was eventually sent on Special Operations assignments in locations where Red and Blue forces fight regularly due to his reputation of being a mercilessly efficient spy, being a expert in close combat, efficiency with disrupting enemy forces and a deadly marksman with firearms and to make sure the conflicts don't spread outside the designated combat zones. While these deployments were emphasized as a "important series of missions" by his superiors, Nova perceives it as a pathetic excuse of putting his dangerous talents to use and put him on the sidelines while other more challenging missions are assigned to less capable special forces operatives however having no choice or say in the matters of his deployments he is forced to participate in the Red vs Blue conflicts under the disguise as a mercenary looking for his next paycheck and willing to fight on the side with the highest bid. Character Summary:[colour=#282828] A viciously intelligent and sarcastic personality, Nova is a resourceful and dangerously creative gentlemen of the arts as he can be seen as a ruthless and borderline cynical agent of the shadows during combat. A professional master of the infiltration and assassination arts his combat skills are never to be underestimated in the art of war, his handiwork with blades are infamous so as his proficiency with firearms capable of rapid headshots in succession. However his combat style is known to incorporate a traditional "Blade-and-Gun" style that Equestrian military officers utilize as part of their Close Quarters Combat training and even going so far as to modify his own equipment to gain better results in combat, off the field however he can show he has a heart and is capable of social interaction with his "team-mates" but mostly keeps to himself as per orders for overseeing the conflicts. Also known to be very creative and a well read individual often seen reading, playing a guitar or drawing art.[/colour]

This isn't prep school, this is shipping school!

Allow me to introduce the unkillable SCP-682. Now this just got serious.

I could post but apparently my sarcastic yet witty humour offends people's feelings and causes drama. And on another rp I've been stopped by writer's block...

You lurk here more than I actually post nowadays. Now that's saying something.

And nothing of value was learned that day.

With this rp it appears writers block is a trade-off for all the writing, effort and tremendous attention given into making it a huge hit. Maybe it could be turned into a Fiction when it's nearly finished, not a bad idea eh?

Did someone say magic?

Discord disagrees.

Do you believe in magic? You think this is a game motherbucker? Why so serious?

Note to self: never try sarcasm in RPs people take it too literal and drama soon follows.

(OOC: I had no knowledge of what was planned, something was bound to go wrong and I have no idea how this drama even began I was playing Nova as a sarcastic cynical yet adorable little bugger until all this was taken too seriously.)

(No need, it's done. coincidently Shadow mentioned to me about having plans for Rainbow and warned me about something to do with Morning and advised me on action.) Just in case proof was needed.

(First time I was pulling his leg and playing around with him, how was I supposed to know he'd overreact like this Val? )

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As Nova was talking to Applejack he overheard Morning try to come onto Dash he smirked finding it cute that Morning was still trying then finally turned his attention briefly to Morning "Excuse me for just one second Applejack I'll be right back to you right now I have something to sort out." he said as he stared at Morning displeased before he started to address him, "'afraid not for Dash and me have plans after school, we're having a race and then after that we'll be getting ready to go to the party. So unfortunate for you Dash will be preoccupied and I didn't twist your words you did that to yourself and now Dash is pissed at you for what YOU said about her to me, I didn't do it. You did. Congrats, now stop trying to re-twist it so I look like that bad guy when you did a fantastic job of doing that to yourself." Nova flat out interrupted and explained to Morning who was STILL trying to win Dash over despite the fact he already blew his chance when he didn't watch what he was saying and gave Morning a cold steely glare. Finding the former friend's antics rather annoying firmly stating what Morning did as clear as crystal with a hint of sarcasm.

ERMAHGERD THE TWERNS ARE THE DURDACT!

...Oh Dear God... [/media]Read: Extreme case of Not sure if want or want...

Good luck with that one I'm sure Nova will find it hilarious. Wait...Who's the jock?!

Nova smiled back and nodded at Rainbow, "sure I'll be right here if you need me." he replied while filling out the form, he watched as Dash walked over to comfort her friend and to make sure she was ok. he was surprised suddenly by Applejack's abrupt reaction and looked back up keeping an eye on them both while filling the form out just in case anything happened, not knowing what they were talking about he decided to keep himself busy until Dash returned. He opened up his MP3 and started listening to music while passing the time until the end of the class he glanced over to Dash and blushed a little. Nova looked up at Dash and her new attractive friend smirking as they moved near his desk he tucked the MP3 away and watched them, "sure one sec" he replied while shuffling along giving Dash's friend a space to sit and get comfy, "Hey AJ what's up? as Dashie here already said, I'm Nova I'm kind of new around here but mostly kept to myself, until this little beauty came along that is." he nudged Dash playfully smiling he held his hand out to Applejack as he introduced himself. He smirked at AJ as she stared at him giving him a rather nasty death glare, "likewise AJ." he warned her carefully if she ever harmed Dash, "so AJ tell me a little about yourself, Dash really seems to like you, to be honest I really don't blame her." he smirked checking her out a little amazed he was talking to the Element of Honesty herself.