#operative45

[markzris]

 operative-45 said:   //It’s been a year already?!                          

           chrysalich said:  ANNIVERSARY

//YEP

[markzris]

New Orders part 2

“So you two are the first group of volunteer instructors?” Operative and Mark were greeted by a young female voice belonging to the outposts civilian mechanic, Zoey. She was, as usual, tinkering with some gadget as the two entered the building.

Mark undid his protective mask and returned her smile. “Yes ma’am. Radio Technician Mark Zimmerman and Operative 45.”

Under his mask, there was the faintest hint of a smile on Operative’s face. For once he’d actually called him a name he went by instead of his normal insistence on calling him Herbert.  Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Especially since...”There don’t seem to be any orphans here to teach.”

Zoey  waved towards the window with the wrench in her hand, “They’ve still got a little recess left. Classes will start soon.”

Mark walked over to the window and looked out at the children. There were kids of all ages out there; the civil war and border fighting had been productive in that regard. They seemed to be playing on or around a pair of statues. The first was of the outpost’s own Lieutenant Morgan, second in command, heavily armed and looking dangerous enough to make even the most violent soldier proud.  The second was of. Of. Mark hadn’t had the chance to see it before and he stared for a moment, waiting in vain for the image to resolve as something else. The children were happily darting around large metal spikes impaling a sculpted raider, who was falling, defeated, from the more formidable statue. The statues had been the talk of the outpost, a gift from a raider woman who had her eye on the LT, but surely they could have been put somewhere else?

Mark was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice Zoey talking to them again. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me, can you repeat that?”

“I said have you two worked out what you will be teaching?”

Mark nodded. “I figure I could help teach them how to take cover in case we get attacked, that way they can help keep themselves safe, and also maybe some radio operations and repair instructions for the older ones.”

Operative just nodded and say “Yes.”

Zoey put down her tools and stood up. “Well, I’ll go bring the children in and we can get started.”

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“Well that was an interesting success.” Zoey sat on the counter of her workshop. The day had passed, and now she was looking at the journal entries her charges had written about what they learned that day. She picked up the one on top, by a boy named Jimothy, and started reading.

Today we had soldier teachers. Mark is a radio magician and he says that Operative doesn’t bite because he never takes his mask off. Charl says that an operative is something to do with math but Charl thinks that bugs are good to eat. I think an operative is one of the cool kinds of soldiers cause he seemed cool.

Operative said that he would show us how to make ners. nerfv. nerfegas grenades. Zoey said it was okay. Mark got really worried but Operative said they’d be empty and harmless so it was okay. He brought parts with him and we took turns putting them together and he said I did a really good job.

Then Mark was showing us how to hide in case bad guys come. Mark hid and we had to try to find him. He is good at hiding and runs fast. Then we all hid and Operative would try to find us. He was better at finding Mark than we were. Then they were going to show how to take cover if there is a grenade by you so it doesn’t hurt you as much. Operative said that it would be a good use of the empty grenades we made and Mark agreed to have one thrown at him.

Operative through one at Mark and Mark dived away from it but it made gas and Mark started coughing and had foam in his mouth and Zoey said he had to go to the hospital. Operative was laughing when it happened, it is funny because he accidentally used a real one instead of the ones we made.

I wonder if I can be an operative when I grow up.

Jimothy

[markzris]

New Orders

Operative stood back and looked at his work. He’d been given an award along with his latest promotion, and while it was made of made of scrap metal and the unimpressive quality steel that was made in the outpost, he’d managed to put quite the shine on it. He supposed it was being a little vain, but he figured after the number of people he had to get the promotion he had earned that right. He had been just passing through the area looking for work when he had stopped at this outpost, and it turns out he’d been right that they would have plenty of enemies that needed killing.

In return for his services, he was paid, fed, and had a place to live. His usefulness had managed to get him into one of the nicer residences, as opposed to the “In Progress” tent-city district. With the Empire having been broken by the death of the emperor at the hands of the rebels, there was something to be said for hanging around one of the few remnants of order left. He heard the door to the house opening.

“Of course there are drawbacks.” He mumbled to himself. The house supposedly would fit four, but for a while he’d had the place to himself as the first occupant. It seemed nobody was brave enough to try to get one of the other slots, being too intimidated by his mysterious presence or how casually he killed people.

“Herbert! Mail came!”  Op heard the voice of his house-mate. The man was apparently too stupid to be afraid. Bravery certainly had nothing to do with it. Op had seen Mark in a fight. The rank and file troopers had gained some of his respect by being strong and willing to jump right into the front lines and fight. Some of the higher-ups that ran the outpost had gained a fair deal too. One of them had apparently taken the news that the Rebels had one particularly hard and had went AWOL to cause a blood-soaked one-man war. *That* was a man after Op’s own heart. Not this cowardly little moron that spent the entire fight cowering behind a tank. He knew that Mark’s job was to provide target information for missile strikes, and the missiles that came down turned the tide of the. Op was ready to concede that he did his job well. He was not ready to respect Mark and his lack of composure.

Or put up with him in day-to-day living, for that matter. Op heard Mark making his way around the house, probably searching for him. It wasn’t that Op thought Mark was a bad person; this was a war zone and he didn’t really care about moral judgments.  He was just really annoying to be around. Too friendly, too happy…Op heard the door to his room open, followed by Mark’s voice. “Oh, there you are. We got mail.”

And invasive like a weed. “Hello Mark. Supply run successful?”

Mark smiled, and unloaded a few of the packages he was carrying onto Op’s bed. “Yep! Sorry I took longer than normal; there was a Raptor problem over by the distillery. Actually, since it was near the Chemical defenses, it was less of a “Raptor” problem and more of a “Waiting for the fumes from the oozing raptor remains to disperse” problem. Got everything on the shopping list though. And the mail.” Mark looked at the stack of mail in his hands. “You only got one letter.” Mark handed it over.

Grabbing the letter, Op opened it and started reading. A word jumped out at him before he got too far into the letter. “Orphanage?”

Mark nodded. “Oh right, that. Construction on that just finished last week. Between the rebel problem down south, fighting with the raiders, and Bernmouth getting sacked….there are a lot of orphans around. We’re the best equipped to take on feeding the extra mouths, so we built an orphanage to house and educate them.” He smiled “Everyone in the outpost has been pitching in somehow; it will even be staffed by volunteers.”

Operative started to tune Mark out and focused on reading the letter as Mark started happily gushing about “Giving back to the community” and something about the “next generation” needing help. He didn’t see a particular reason that he needed to know about an orphanage. He skimmed the letter, realizing that it was full of the same drivel that Mark was spouting. Almost to the word in some parts. He skipped down a bit and found something that looked a little more important.

As a resident of Unit 3 you and your housemates will be the inaugural members of the rotating teaching staff, being the first to set a good example for the rest of the outpost.

“...We’ve been voluntold.”

“What?”

“We’re supposed to report to the orphanage in a few minutes.” Op stood up, getting his mask on. He was annoyed at it, but it was an order.

“Oh, right. Yes. They said we can teach whatever we want as long as we can convince Zoey that they’ll be able to use it.” Mark stepped outside the room to let Operative out. “I was thinking maybe survival tips, maybe radio repair or something depending on what age we get and how quickly they learn. But at the very least we should make sure they are able to help keep themselves safe. This is a war zone after all.”

Mark almost didn’t notice Operative stop in his tracks before running into him. “Mark. ‘Thinking’...You planned this didn’t you?”

Even though he was sure the man couldn’t see his face, he wore a sheepish grin. “I volunteered myself personally. The Commander decided to go by housing unit and was laughing pretty hard when I left for some reason.”

“Fine. Let’s just get this over with.”

[markzris]

Sparring Partner

"Hey Herbert!" Mark speed up in the hallway to catch up to his coworker. He had some help to ask for. "I know this might be an odd question but you seem to know what you're talking about when you talk with the security guys and you seem like you know your way around and probably have a lot of contacts."

Mark paused for a breath before continuing, "Do you know someone who might be able to help teach me some self defense tips? Just in case anything like....in case something happens."

[markzris]

Hello, Mark...

1. First impression: At first I thought you might just be a contractor, honestly. After I found out you were a normal employee you were a bit distant, but I think you've warmed up a bit.2. Truth is: As near as I can work out, you're second in command, which also makes you a boss of mine too. Your approval is important to me and I like hearing feedback on how I'm doing.3. How old do you look: I couldn’t even begin to guess. Older than me?4. Have you ever made me laugh: a little5. Have you ever made me mad: Not really. It was a bit odd when you were putting up such a fight when I was asking for your name, but that wasn't anything to get mad about.6. Best feature: I don't know about Best, but one of the easily noticable ones is. well. You've got a bit of an intimidating build.7. Have I ever had a crush on you: No.8. You’re my: Coworker and friend :D9. Name in my phone: Herbert10. Should you post this too? I want to fill this answer with "Piers's mother is a fish" I think that means I should go to bed.

[markzris]

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Ooooh. Herbert. He's a bit gruff, but he's a good egg. Very straightforward and efficient, just like the Boss. He takes care of building security. I think. I'm pretty sure.

I actually mean to ask him for help with that. I don't know if he actually knows how to fight or not, but i figure either way he'd know someone who could teach me some self defense.

Honestly I think most fights he get into he stops by just standing there. Man looks intimidating.

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J'avo Headcanon .03

Behavior/Personality/Other

China Facility: He was fairly calm and simply followed orders since he was still new to being a J'avo.

Lanshiang Incident: He was what every other J'avo was: strong, resilient, and persistent. He was a leader among his allies. He could give orders and take no shit from anyone. He was a relentless killer, sparing no one he found. No sense of humanity was in him. He met Nemio in this time.

Post-China: After Carla's "death", he left Lanshiang. With his team dead, he "recruited" Nemio to follow him so that he could still have someone to order around. Weeks without much activity in the hive mind caused a shift in his personality. He gained humanistic quirks over time, mainly because Nemio was experiencing the same change. They spoke more to each other, began to gain more character than just being killing machines or drones. Prikriti turned out to be extremely protective of Nemio (mainly because he was his subordinate), and thus became very possessive. This possessiveness carried on to other things such as his signature mask and machete. He had more anger issues than Nem; him being more apt to chase targets down and kill them if they so much as looked at him strangely. Nemio would eventually cap this behavior, holding him back if he didn't think it was necessary. This led to a small divide between right and wrong for him. He did not consider Nem as a "friend" but as his.

Russian Facility: When they returned to Carla, the hive mind had already told them to find her. Under her supervision once more, Prikriti became more docile to an extent. Carla took an interest in them both because of the character they had developed. Pri began to try and impress her. He would do everything she said, would bring her "gifts", or kill for her. This was also the time he suffered his first mutation. It left him feeling weak rather than stronger--even though he was physically stronger with it. It felt like a constant reminder of failure. That he couldn't do what she'd asked of him good enough. Operative had to give him a suppressor injection, which was very painful and took over a day for it to merge with the virus, even with his regenerative properties. It was during the recuperation process that he began to feel differently for Nemio (more like a friend).

Post-Human: The black out resulting from turning human left him very confused. The time spent as a human had somehow changed him and he feels that Nemio was a part of it. This is the time he acquired the wedding band. He also lost Nemio afterward, leaving him confused even more. The ring, along with the man known as "HUNK," would trigger relapses of memory. He suffered severe headaches and migraines and in extreme cases he would pass out. The amount of anger he suddenly gains after being human rivals and even surpasses the angry nature he had in Lanshiang. HUNK would trigger severe bouts of rage, though he rarely met him after turning J'avo again. The ring left him with a strange mix of emotions he couldn't explain: confusion, happiness, sadness, anger, rage, depression, longing, hopelessness, apathetic, and something that could be called affection... Though this feeling is what confuses him most and results in the anger bubbling to the surface. (If he could remember what happened between him and Nemio, he would either shun him away now that they are infected or drag him into running away from Carla forcefully). He is left empty and to roam on his own until he finds a way back to Carla.

Estonia: Eventually he wanders into a town when he feels he may be able to handle society again. However something triggers another memory lapse and the uncontrollable emotions that present themselves to him have him go into a mass murder killing spree.

Post-Estonia: His mind is faltering even more often and he's very unstable. The virus is fighting with him as he plans to return to Carla with the intentions of killing her. But the hive mind is still active and poses an obstacle for him. If Carla were to listen in on the connection long enough, she could simply have him exterminated before he even gets back to her. And if he even managed to get that far, being so close to her would over ride any other intentions he has other than to please her. So he plans to get rid of it. This is also the time he meets Pai and becomes a little bit more social in turn. 

Experiments: The experiments done on him by Wesker have left a permanent tear in the hive mind for him. A detailed lab report was kept by the blond, not released to be seen by anyone else (not even the J'avo in question), and once he was no longer of any use to him the J'avo was let free. 

Post-Experiments:  Prikriti is not exactly as hostile as he used to be. His mind has cleared significantly--he no longer blacks out or suffers from severe migraines anymore due to the virus--but there are bits and pieces of strings that connect him to his "brothers." He no longer hears voices or commands, nor can he sense another C-Virus infected unless in extremely close range (which by then he can simply see that it is another of his kind). His mood swings are less often and he is significantly less likely to go on sporadic killing sprees (not saying it is completely out of the equation, however), and he has deduced from what memories he has recalled that Carla is the one he should be going after. And though without the hive mind it will be much easier to approach her without her knowing of his intentions, it has become near impossible to track her. However, he is already stationed at the facility she is at and it will only be a matter of time before he approaches her. His feelings toward Nemio have changed by this point, becoming more detached and more longing of how it used to be without Carla (another reason for him to want her gone). He still sees him as a friend, but is still confused as to what happened while they had been human. His memories seem to have completely suppressed the incidents even without the help of the hive mind blocking it. He is still very touchy (not wanting to be touched or spoken to), easily angered, and stubborn. When alone or not avidly searching for Carla, he can appear quite docile unless provoked or even depressed at times. He's normally quite melancholic when alone and rarely speaks unless spoken to.