Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-11588669-20140620004813

He was already on, calmly checking his equipment. Everything was laid out in front of him: His rifle, Nightfall, had just been reassembled after being cleaned. The numerous knives he used were all lined up, the edges sharpened to a razor point. His pistol was set in its holster. And his techknife was laid out. All of this was on a cloth he brought along for this very purpose.

Noctum Caeruleus, AKA Winter, looked around him. The Transoceanic Locomotive. Not a place he'd ever thought he'd be...but a job is a job. This one just happened to be on a hyperaccelerated tube inside of another tube above which is several thousand metric tons of water. Not his preffered fighting area.

''Enough. You're a mercenary. Circumstances don't affect performance, they just affect the methods. ''

Shaking his head, he slid everything into place. Nightfall was strapped diagonally to his back, with his pistol and techknife going to his hips. The other knives were stashed in various locations around his body, and finally onto the slots on Nightfall's combat strap.

The 19 year old mercenary stood up, and popped his jaw.

''Analysis: at 1200 hours, this locomotive will leave for it's next destination. The job is to guard and protect as many people as possible, with minimum collatoral damage. Close in spaces, some large enough for Nightfall's bladed form, but mainly knife and pistol work. Risks: A terrorist group named Dystopia has some interest in the train. So expect explosives and breach charges, along with rifles and close combat. Maybe shotguns...hmm...''

''Best strategy is to stealth it if they do show up. Too close, and too many civvies for a firefight...well, and extended one. If it comes down to close, use the knife and surroundings. Got it.''

Nox sighed, and looked out the window. It was going to be a loooong train ride.