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8 years ago
Status: Alive/Deceased
Given Name: Subject #2218
Gender: Male
Home planet: Unknown
Species: Government Experiment
Age: 26
Height: 5 foot 11
Build: Athletic
Occupation: Black ops
Clothing/Outfit:
Urban Camouflage fatigues
Military boots
Dogtags: Subject #2218
Weapons/Gear:
Retractable claws
Hand to hand combat training
Eye colour: Green/grey (varies on light)
Fur colour/markings: Striped (Bengal Tiger)
Distinguishing marks:
Barcode tattoo on left wrist with #2218 underneath.
Tiger stripes over skin (very short fur)
Tiger tail
[POST DATE: 9/OCT/17]
In an unmarked room, in an off-the-books government research facility, Subject #2218; wearing military fatigues, is breifed on his 'mission'. A gruff, older soldier is going on about how an experimental teleporter is going to drop him straight into the heart of enemy territory so he can easily acheive his mission; assiassinate the dictator of a third world country. Subject #2218 barks out confirmation with a crisp "Yes, Sir!"
Walking towards the massive machine, all he can think of is his mission and of his training. Whatever they had been doing to him at this place had wiped his memory clean. No thoughts of family, friends, anything. Government labs tend to do this.
Stepping up to the plate at the foot of the machine, it whirs to life with a gentle hum as a faint shimmer appears inside the massive disk. "God speed, soldier" the Sergeant says as he steps into the portal.
The first thing that happens to Subject #2218 as he enters is an immense amount of pain, more than anything they had put him through prior to this. Throughout the ordeal, all that he can think of is an extremely faint memory of another human, a woman with long blonde hair. It seems to bring him a little bit of comfort, so he accepts the memory with open arms, as it were.
----
On the lonely planetoid that housed The GESB, a strange light lit up a patch of the ship graveyard, and as it grew brighter a strange looking disk appeared in between several of the craft, appearing almost like a rift in the very fabric of reality, bending and twisting the light that touched it. It seems to pulse as it gets slightly larger, not extruding mass nor consuming it either.
[POST DATE: 21/OCT/17]
As the hole in the very fabric of reality reaches critical size, it seems to glow even brighter as it pulses rapidly and seems to spit out a strange humanoid creature, but something was different about him.
Subject #2218 lands chest first on the gravel of the shipyard, as the strange portal immediately closes with an almighty crack, not dissimilar to a thunderclap, easily heard by all in the vicinity.
Moving to a sitting position on the gravel underneath, his eyes quickly adjust to the low light of not-quite-nighttime and he looks around to get his bearings. He is instantly confused, as where he has ended up is definitely not where he was meant to be, going off of the strange looking vehicles around where he was sitting. His whole body, still tingling from the teleporter, he slowly stands up, boots crunching underneath, and looks around for anyone nearby.
[POST DATE: 2/NOV/17]
After surveying his surroundings, Subject #2218 sees two humans in the near distance, who he assumes are looking towards him. Quickly brushing the dust from his camouflage fatigues, he makes his way towards them, loose gravel underfoot, crunching with each footfall.
As he walks towards them, he looks at all the strange ships placed around the lot, a majority of them decrepit, looking like they had been sitting for quite some time. Getting closer; but still a distance away from the two people, he raises his hands to show that he is unarmed, in case he has ended up in a hostile environment.
Stopping in a small patch of light, reflected from several of the hulls around him, the extent of his unusualness is revealed. He doesn't have much visible skin due to his heavily militarized outfit, but what can be seen of his facial features and skin colour are strikingly similar to that of a Bengal tiger, but his raised hands are clearly humanoid, yet still tiger-like. "I'm unarmed," he calls out to them, but to himself he says "Where the hell did that machine send me?" Subject #2218 looks around in confusion when he hears the thought-speak voice in his head, having never experienced it before.
Given Name: Subject #2218
Gender: Male
Home planet: Unknown
Species: Government Experiment
Age: 26
Height: 5 foot 11
Build: Athletic
Occupation: Black ops
Clothing/Outfit:
Urban Camouflage fatigues
Military boots
Dogtags: Subject #2218
Weapons/Gear:
Retractable claws
Hand to hand combat training
Eye colour: Green/grey (varies on light)
Fur colour/markings: Striped (Bengal Tiger)
Distinguishing marks:
Barcode tattoo on left wrist with #2218 underneath.
Tiger stripes over skin (very short fur)
Tiger tail
[POST DATE: 9/OCT/17]
In an unmarked room, in an off-the-books government research facility, Subject #2218; wearing military fatigues, is breifed on his 'mission'. A gruff, older soldier is going on about how an experimental teleporter is going to drop him straight into the heart of enemy territory so he can easily acheive his mission; assiassinate the dictator of a third world country. Subject #2218 barks out confirmation with a crisp "Yes, Sir!"
Walking towards the massive machine, all he can think of is his mission and of his training. Whatever they had been doing to him at this place had wiped his memory clean. No thoughts of family, friends, anything. Government labs tend to do this.
Stepping up to the plate at the foot of the machine, it whirs to life with a gentle hum as a faint shimmer appears inside the massive disk. "God speed, soldier" the Sergeant says as he steps into the portal.
The first thing that happens to Subject #2218 as he enters is an immense amount of pain, more than anything they had put him through prior to this. Throughout the ordeal, all that he can think of is an extremely faint memory of another human, a woman with long blonde hair. It seems to bring him a little bit of comfort, so he accepts the memory with open arms, as it were.
----
On the lonely planetoid that housed The GESB, a strange light lit up a patch of the ship graveyard, and as it grew brighter a strange looking disk appeared in between several of the craft, appearing almost like a rift in the very fabric of reality, bending and twisting the light that touched it. It seems to pulse as it gets slightly larger, not extruding mass nor consuming it either.
[POST DATE: 21/OCT/17]
As the hole in the very fabric of reality reaches critical size, it seems to glow even brighter as it pulses rapidly and seems to spit out a strange humanoid creature, but something was different about him.
Subject #2218 lands chest first on the gravel of the shipyard, as the strange portal immediately closes with an almighty crack, not dissimilar to a thunderclap, easily heard by all in the vicinity.
Moving to a sitting position on the gravel underneath, his eyes quickly adjust to the low light of not-quite-nighttime and he looks around to get his bearings. He is instantly confused, as where he has ended up is definitely not where he was meant to be, going off of the strange looking vehicles around where he was sitting. His whole body, still tingling from the teleporter, he slowly stands up, boots crunching underneath, and looks around for anyone nearby.
[POST DATE: 2/NOV/17]
After surveying his surroundings, Subject #2218 sees two humans in the near distance, who he assumes are looking towards him. Quickly brushing the dust from his camouflage fatigues, he makes his way towards them, loose gravel underfoot, crunching with each footfall.
As he walks towards them, he looks at all the strange ships placed around the lot, a majority of them decrepit, looking like they had been sitting for quite some time. Getting closer; but still a distance away from the two people, he raises his hands to show that he is unarmed, in case he has ended up in a hostile environment.
Stopping in a small patch of light, reflected from several of the hulls around him, the extent of his unusualness is revealed. He doesn't have much visible skin due to his heavily militarized outfit, but what can be seen of his facial features and skin colour are strikingly similar to that of a Bengal tiger, but his raised hands are clearly humanoid, yet still tiger-like. "I'm unarmed," he calls out to them, but to himself he says "Where the hell did that machine send me?" Subject #2218 looks around in confusion when he hears the thought-speak voice in his head, having never experienced it before.
