Reflections (NWO Training, open to anyone NWO)

[Mr. Butterfly]

[SIMULATION : OVER]
[STATUS : GREEN]
[ALL READINGS : GREEN]

Green hair flowed back over the helm of the armor it's owner had with the shake of her pretty head. The slender woman in the special tech suit scanned what her visor read, and she sighed. Another long test simulation, custom designed for her as usual. In fact, many of the tests were custom to whom they were testing, as they were specifically made for spiritually powered Operatives of the New World Order. Tan eyes popped out as a delicately fingerless gloved hand pulled it off. Her other hand pulled down the face mask she wore over her mouth and nose, black as night, part of the comprimise that her visor was only a visor and not a helmet at all. Marisa Truax had finished her first bout of training, and needed a quick breather.

The room she was in was a special in it's kind that it was a simulator. However, being about as big as a small scale city block helped add to the realism when the large spectral projects hit the illumination panels lining the walls, practically placing Marisa in a realistic movie. This was no cinima, however, as the special suit she was forced to wear made it real to her, from nerve stimulus to electrical impulses that copied things like a Hollow biting her, or bullet wounds. The suit was easily taken off by her as a scientist came in, as her own hands clicked the few click setters and it peeled off, leaving her back in her standard clothes. Her skin tight black dress cut off in below her hips in the way that made the scientist give her yet another look down, oblivious to the fact she was watching. Luckily she didn't care; normally she liked the attention, but today she just wanted her regiment of training over.

The scientist gave her the bottle of water she requested when training was over - steralized, so it had an odd taste - but she downed it anyways. The way that last simulation had gone, she was pulling moves she herself didn't know she could do. With a wiffing turn she was back and pulling her suit on. This time it was to test her real ability that made her one of the better espionage agents, when she was actually doing what she needed to. Time to test out Kikan Seisatsu Raiga.

This time the scientist stayed, but two more know-it-alls came out, strapping on a small vest like suit onto said scientist, whose uniform black haircut stayed in place, but retained a greasy look. Too much hairgel. But at any rate, time to test it out. The scientist's weedy voice called out to her.

"Miss Truax? All we need you to do is use your....talent on me a few times. Then we can possibly go on to other tests..."

By then Marisa had already nodded her way through all this and placed her right hand on the temple of this guy's face, and felt her reiatsu build up at her palm, gathering around his face then coursing back into her body. At this time the illusion set into place, as her body shape morphed and changed into that of a small but surprisingly springy man, whose eyesight need improvement. She suddenly wished she wore his glasses, as everything went fuzzy. She imagined in her mind the other scientists in the next room reading all the data and chattering in things that would make her head hurt. She unphased her appearance and did it twice more, then quit, and the scientist guided her back into the small waiting area that was universal to the training level of this place. Maybe someone else was training, as well.

[Zhiel]

OOC: Thread Hijack of epic dewm!
Note: This threads timeline is now about a week after HoW. I told you it was a hijack :3


["Is the preparations complete?"] Asked a very familiar, very european sounding male voice through the radio headset of Secretary and general assistant Takamori Kaeshi, also known as Richard Mallory's right hand when it came to running Mallory Arms, though he was also involved in New World Order activities a lot. Right now the native japanese man was preparing, or rather finished preparing the largest training hall that the organization had. Something usually made to test veichles or 'special' projects, such as Y-1. Otherwise known as Jager.

"Yes sir, the new training program has been installed and the energy emitters is in place. The Prototype is being transported in its containment crate as we speak. All that remains is to gather the Operatives." Kaeshi replied after making a quick check-over of the equipment in the control room he was in, overlooking a huge 1 by 1 kilometer training hall with strange glowing blue plates covering the entire floor and all the walls, with small cylindrical steel objects covering the roof in an even pattern. The status screens on the computer screens lining the top of the glass wall all displayed greens or acceptables, though some seemed to be stretched, pointing to the test being performed demanding a lot of energy or computing power.

["Good, I will be there in a moment. Call in all available Operatives and we will begin the test."] Came Richard's response through the headset once more before the connection was cut as Richard put down his cellphone and entered the elevator which he had been waiting on, before pressing the button which would take him to the training level. And after about a minutes time of waiting on the elevator to reach its location, the NWO main HQ is fairly deep under the mallory complex as is, but the training level is even deeper, the elevator door opened with a 'ping' as the heavy steel doors slid to the side. He had to wonder why they had that sound announcement installed in a door only meant for use by NWO personell...

Exiting the elevator led the man in his early thirties into a long corridor with glasses on each side, showing the interior of several smaller training or testing chambers, but nothing was going on right then. And as he continued down the corridor, he came to a set of two heavy steel doors guarded by two ELITES in their advanced Mark 1 Combat Suits who saluted to him before opening the door. Richard gave a confirming nod in return before he passed through the open door and came into a T-junction, left leading to the general testing chambers used by the Operatives for their routine excercises and training. The other was where all the finer and more secretive testings were made. Which was just where Richard was going.

A few minutes of walking later found Richard standing infront what looked like a heavy luggage elevator, the kind used to transport veichles and other heavy things. This particular one led to a room which connected directly with the huge training chamber that was to be the location of todays test. Stepping onto it Richard pressed a switch on the side which made it move downward, and when he reached the bottom he stepped off the wall-less elevator to find a large, three meter tall and two meters wide, steel container with rounded edges and a very modern look over it waiting for him. There were several computer esque consoles in its sides, and it looked about as airtight as anything could get.

"Heheh.. Perfect..." He said to himself as he walked over to it as he began to enter the unlock code sequence.


Meanwhile a message was sent to all available Special Operatives to meet up down in Test Area C-3, Lobby 2. "Bring your Gear." was at the end of the message.