Rupture
The Company has reprogrammed your mind so many times that you don’t even remember your real name anymore, only your codename: Rupture.
So what the hell is going on? One minute you’re running an op for Colonel Lincoln, despite what a bastard he is. The next thing you know, there’s a flash of bright green light and then a whole lot of nothing. You’re used to a few memory gaps with each new assignment, but come on, this is ridiculous!
You take a moment to assess what you now.
Okay. You’re an assassin for The Company, a covert operations group officially denied by the group who unofficially sanctions us, the Interplanetary Alliance. Ever since they colonized Mars, the Alliance has just gone to shit.
Anyway, you’re a deep cover operative who has been genetically enhanced with the latest in metabolic technology, and who happens to be able to psychokinetically boil someone’s blood without laying a finger on them. Nice. And all but impossible to catch.
So what am I doing being released from what looks like a maximum security prison stasis block? Take it easy, we’ll get to that.
Generally my ops consist of singular termination targets or clean sweeps. Not very pleasant work…for them, that is. I never really had a problem with it. One job, to the next, to the next, and so on. They all run together after awhile. The programming crew said there might be some chop with my newer treatments, but that’s where all of the training comes in, right? Gather info, assess and deal with the situation. Chop or no chop.
So what now? Well I recognize the bruiser next to me. Killer, Karnak, Kojak, Kazak…Kazor! That’s it! I’ve worked with him before, but the details are foggy. He’s good and has a few enhancements of his own.
Who’s this chump on the floor though? Looks like a nobody, could cause trouble, might be useful. Wait a minute, that insignia on hi jumpsuit. Man, how could I forget there’s a war on! Some militant group calling themselves Star Corps forged an alliance with an unknown extraterrestrial source and came after the Alliance. Alright. The Star Corps uniform means I was likely captured and would account for the stasis chamber. But how, and when?
We’ll worry about details later. Right now, the alarm’s screaming away and reinforcements are likely inbound. Let’s just get clear of the area, and we’ll call it a clean sweep after it’s all said and done. No sense in disappointing the folks at The Company, right?