Cinq soldats assaillis
Lieu: Armory
L'équipe de soldats fous n'a pas ralenti leur rythme, pas plus qu'ils n'ont réfléchi à la doctrine tactique. Ils s'étaient précipités dans les couloirs, leurs esprits brisés possédant encore une connaissance intime de la disposition du Rig. Ils savaient qu'ils avaient des survivants dans l'armurerie, et, à en juger par l'explosion qui venait de basculer dans la structure, ils savaient qu'ils manquaient de plaisir!
L'escouade atteignit la section T et se limita à droite; l'armurerie était devant, fumant de la porte ouverte. Ils ont applaudi et ri, et ont commencé à courir en avant, tirant leurs fusils sporadiquement. Des balles pénétrèrent le travail en métal, ricochetant les murs.


Jamie Alycia Reyes
Lieu: Armory
Jamie avait fini de charger son fusil, et de fixer un tas de magazines à la ceinture d'équipement de son armure du corps. Elle s'était aussi trouvée des grenades, et les avait accrochées à sa poitrine. Il y avait beaucoup d'autres canons et du matériel impressionnant dans l'armurerie, mais elle n'avait aucune idée de comment cela fonctionnait, alors elle a décidé de s'en tenir à celui qui lui avait bien servi jusqu'à présent.
Puis le bruit de bottes sur le métal l'a surpris, et elle s'est jetée derrière le comptoir, attrapant Kahleen. « Je n'irai nulle part avant d'avoir tué ces fils de pute, j'en ai marre de courir », a-t-elle sifflé, posant son fusil au-dessus du comptoir et regardant ses yeux. "Kal, tire sur tout ce qui bouge."
Un groupe de marins a tourné le coin devant, et a commencé à courir et à tirer. Jamie a déprimé la gâchette de son fusil, en envoyant des balles vers la direction de leurs agresseurs. Deux des marines sont tombés, leur corps protégeant ceux derrière de la fusillade de Jamie.
Rifles s'éclaboussait, et Jamie a été forcé de se cacher comme des balles se déchiraient dans le compteur de métal.
Name: Jamie Alycia Reyes
Job before all this: Michelin Chef
Location: USA, NY, Ohio
Age: 23
Appearance: Blonde long hair, sparlking blue eyes, heart warming smile, sporty
Personality: kind to everyone, super protective, badass on the street, loyal and honest, lies make her go mad, not afraid to say what has to be said, or do what has to be done, her father was a surgeon there she got her medical knowledge from, but he died of cancer when she was 19, she loves animals and is vegetarian.
Lover: Kahleen Cuthald (for 3 years), lesbian
Background: Jamie has never been one to care much for the opinions of others, and has spent the better part of her life trying to stand firmly away from the crowd. Her parent's expectations of her life meant little, and although she had always loved them, something inside her detested everything they had in store for their "little princess".
She was a smart kid, an A grade student, but with a taste for life's more colorful endevours. She would always be found hanging out with kids much older than her, and drugs became a favorite past time of her teenage-self. Not the heavy stuff though, she put the red line firmly at cocaine.
At the age of 14, she started to figure out that she wasn't quite like your average girl. Whilst her female friends doted over the class hotties, she found herself doting over aforementioned female friends. There was something that appealed to her more when it came to members of her own gender, than boys. Girls were beautiful, they had curves and oh-so-kissable skin. Men in comparison were rugged and rigid, their frames leaving little for the imagination to truly explore. The young Jamie would take a nice pair of feminine thighs over a hardened and chiseled male abdomen any day.
Her parents caught on to her quickly arising sexual orientation early, after stumbling upon her internet search history. Her mother thought it was just a phase, and her father was oddly delighted at the prospect of not having to worry about Jamie getting involved with the "wrong boy". However, when Jamie realized her secret had been uncovered, she tried desperately hard to cover her tracks. She started dating guys, and suppressing her homosexual tendencies.
This went on, until she was 19, sitting aside her father's hospital bed. Her father was a good man, kind and caring; his energy knew no bounds when it came to helping others. Yet now, there he was, riddled with cancer and undergoing a painful and undignified death. Jamie cried harder than she ever had, during this dark period of her life, but her father managed to bring this to end with the kind of advice one only reserves for his daughter.
"Jamie," he said weakly. "You're not you. You're not my daughter. The Jamie I knew was chaotic, nothing ever got her down; she spent most of her time giving me a heart attack with all those morons you kept bringing home. When she wasn't doing that, she was making her mom's life a misery by doing the exact opposite of what she was told. She didn't sit there brooding about the cards she was dealt, no, she eagerly picked up the deck and played the game. You're your own woman, and as a father's dying wish, I would have you carry on living as one. The world is your oyster, and your freedom is limited only by how much you value the opinions of others. If what they say or think doesn't fit your picture, then do away with them. Better that, than to sit in your death bed, years from now, and regret everything."
Her father passed a few hours later, and Jamie walked out of the hospital a changed woman. Or rather, a reverted woman. Her facade was set to crumble; the last few years of trying to be someone she wasn't, quickly became a bad memory.
She ended up in a cell that night, after beating her boyfriend to pulp when he touched her inappropriately at an inappropriate time. Her mother secured her bail, and the judge threw the subsequent case out, given the emotional circumstances (her father's recent death). But that was it, she was done with men, she was going back to where she came from.
With a kiss on her mom's cheek, she hopped a plane to New York, and threw herself into a simple yet ever present passion: cooking. She bounced from restaurant to restaurant, slowly acquiring qualifications and references, working her way up the culinary ladder, until BAM: she got herself a job at Jean-Georges, a Michelin star French-style restaurant. The work was hard, and the pay could've been better, but she was moments from hitting fame, and she knew it.
It was during this time that she met Kahleen, a brown haired German beauty with that kind of feminine perfection that Jamie lusted after. Their meeting was a chance one, at some bus stop on some street that she didn't remember, but they hit it off immediately. Three years of romantic bliss later, and they had themselves their own home, Jamie had gained the position of Head Cheff, and two young women were looking towards a bright future.
... Until T-1C hit the streets, and everything became a nightmare.