Jack & Jill


Gender: Female

Kit: Techno

Location: Washington D.C.


Alignment: Hero

Team: The Angels of Mercy


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: superior (rank 2)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 516

Personal Wins: 84

Personal Losses: 52

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


Jill laid down flat on her back in full armor with the technician hovering over her.

Technician: Ok, patient 1-0-1, should you choose to get the implant, you will be given all relevant health information and a disclaimer stating all possible dangers of using a prototype AI unit, to be administrated by a Wet-Works Inc. technician, as well as a provided U.S. Army doctor to look out for your welfare while unconscious; unfortunately the other guy is "running late" so its just gonna be you and me. Are you ready to hear the disclaimer anyway?

Jill: Do I really have to?

Technician: It's a liability thing, we gotta do it. Patient 1-0-1, sorry Jill I didn't write this thing; patient 1-0-1 are you prepared for the possible adverse side effects: allergies related to metallic rust, back fatigue, headaches, kidney damage, soreness, temporary loss of vision, blah blah blah, psychological malfunction, blah blah,

Jill: Wait I missed that last one,

Technician: Oh don't worry you'll be fine, its completely safe...mostly...well probably, I don't know, we've never used this one before.

Jill: But you've tested it right?

Technician: Well, uhhhh sort-of; I mean, that's what we're doing right now. Ok let's get started!

The technician pulls a lever and the laser probe pops from the table beside Jill's head. After a flash of light and a quick pinch, Jill wakes up in a daze.


Technician: Jill you alive? Seriously Jill we can't have another one die on us, it'll ruin our safety record, are--you--alive?

Jill: I feel like shit! What happened?

Jack: Damn Babe! You just had a laser burn through your skull and shoot an AI chip into your brain. How did you expect to feel?

Jill: Who's talking?

Jack: I'm your AI unit, I'm inside your skull.

Jill: Hey Techie, it's talking to me. What do I do?

Technician: Just give it a minute, it has to calibrate to your body.

Jack: I was calibrating 30 seconds ago, now I'm just admiring, heh heh.

Jill: Great, I have a throbbing headache and the U.S. army just downloaded a pervert into my brain. This is gonna mess me up for sure.

Jack: Oh please, you signed up to have an experimental computer program hardwired into your frontal cortex so you could become a more efficient killer. You were messed up before I did anything.

Jill: Shut up you little prick.

She presses down on a cup-link over her ear.

: A.I. unit 101, code "Juliet"

Jack: "Juliet"? Hell no!

Jill: Well what do you wanna be called ?

Jack: A.I. 101 code "James" or "Jeff", or "Julio"

Jill: (Sigh) A.I. code "Jack", please terminate all audio functions

Jack: What audio functions? My voice is only in your head.



Jill: I heard that.


Tactical Support

     Tactician: standard (rank 1)


(Weeks following the operation)

Jill creeps out from the tall grass and sneaks behind the two unready guards. Two pops come from the tip of the rifle. The guards drop to the dirt. She looks up at the mission target. An abandoned research facility once owned by Wet-Works. She spoke aloud,

Jill: I've approached the target. Prepare entry plan.

Jack: Don't tell me what to do!

Jill: This is all you do! You have no other purpose in existence; now give me tactical or I swear I'll replace you and plug you into my blow-dryer.

Jack: I'd rather go into your shower nozzle babe.

Jill: JACK, Shut it!

Jack: No sense of humor. O.k., two possible entry points. By the painters scaffolding you hoist yourself up to access an emergency staircase, 33 stories, then take out hostiles through the window and carry the package back the way you came.

Jill: I am not climbing 33 stories in these shoes.

Jack: I told you to put on combat boots; even if they do make you look a little butch with your giant horse-like thighs

Jill: I'm hearing a lot of tactical problems but not a lot of solutions, so if your done,

Jack: The second route is through the loading dock, then up a service elevator. Stay low, stay quiet. If you shoot up the front doors from here the guards will move away from the entry point to guard that.

Jill: Was that so hard?

Jill raised the rifle and fires a heavy volley of bullets into the heart of the main lobby, smashing the glass walls and ripping the front desk to splinters. She then snuck off towards the back gate.


Reaper-120 Full Assault Rifle

     Piercing Weapon: standard (rank 1)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Multi-Attack


Jill pounces from behind the loading bay wall and releases three loud bursts from the end of the Reaper. The bullets pierce the guard's ski mask, then his skin and his skull, finally reaching his brain and pushing out the other side. He went down; Jill slipped in through the open back door.

Jill: All I'm saying is that they should have their own people doing this kind of stuff. They are a mercenary company anyway, or "private military contractor" whatever the PC term is, so why do I have to retrieve their package?

Jack: Because they gave you a top of the line rifle, next gen body armor, and planted a talking tactical AI into your brain.

Jill: Well yeah, but I didn't expect they'd want me to pay it back. $90,000 on a government salary? What the hell was that about?

Jack: Which is why I'm sure Wet-Works is giving us these "under the table" jobs.

Across the hall the elevator door dings. The doors slide open and three men emerge. Jill didn't blink.

She raises the Reaper and the muzzle glares. Full automatic fire, one shot is indistinguishable from the next. She drops the gun and the noise and fury stops. She stepped into the elevator with the three shredded bodies.

Jack: Jesus! Do you even look at these guys before you shoot?

Jill: What are you whining about? I hit them didn't I?

Jack: Them and everything around them! It looks like you dropped the entire elevator into a wood chipper. Don't they teach marksmanship in the Army any more?

Jill: Marksmanship is for people who can t afford the best toys. Now get me to those bastards on floor 33, I got 12 clips left that are burning a hole in my belt

Jack: Yes Ma'am!......I love it when you talk dirty....


Remote Hack

     Communication: standard (rank 1)


The doors close and the elevator lurches upward. A sudden jolt comes along the way, the lights black out, the elevator freezes in midair.

Jill: Hey Jack, we're uhhhh, not moving,

Jack: I know, just give me a second. The elevator's computerized so I can hack it and override the lockdown on the building.

Seconds pass, Jill looks about anxiously.

Jill: Anytime you want.... whenever you can.... not like we're both in danger from terrorists who hijacked some secret weapon from a shady private military-

Jack: I'm going as fast as I can, if you can hack a computer without touching it, by all means, be my guest.

Jill: Well it's taking forever.

Jack: Then stop bothering me! It breaks my concentration!

Jill: Maybe if you didn't use up so much of your RAM snapping pictures of me in the bath-

The lights hum back to life and the elevator continues lifting upward.

Jack: There. Happy?

Jill: With you? Almost never.


Titanium Alloy Body-Wear

     Armor: superior (rank 2)


The glowing numbers on the elevator wall reach 33. The doors slide open.

Hostile fire rains in as soon as the gap was open.

Jill tucks and rolls from the doors. In a single swift jump she reaches cover behind a support beam.

The rifle curves around the pillar and lets loose a counter-attack. The full auto assault hits everything in its direction, mowing down furniture and men alike.

Jack: Reload and change position, hostiles still hiding at 4 and 12 o'clock. Tuck and roll babe!

Jill flings herself behind a protruding wall and moves to the other side of the room. A new clip pops into the Reaper. Enemy rounds blanket the opposite side of the wall.

A slight pause in the fire; Jill swings out to hit them while the field is clear. The Reaper spits hot lead out of cold steel. The men die before they can reload.

Everything stops. Jill comes out from behind the wall.

Jill: I guess that's all of them.

Jack: Down the pipe, five by five

Jill: What?

Jack: I heard it in a mo-

A shot rings out of the silence. Jill plummets onto her stomach.

The gunmen holds one hand on his bleeding stomach, the other on his pistol. He slowly encroaches upon her, coming close enough to touch. He raises it one more time. Jill's hand moves quick and another shot goes off.

The gunmen falls dead instantly. The Reaper was raised to his forehead point blank. Jill pushes herself off the ground with her one free hand and rubs her spine where the bullet made a small scratch in the metal plating.

Jack: Are you ok? Are we hit, what's going on?

Jill: Bastard shot me in the back; you believe that? Punk-ass!

Jack: So the armor took the damage?

Jill: Yeah it's fine too.

Jack: Good, because if you died I'd have to go back into storage and wait for someone stupid enough to undergo the implant operation, and that could take years.

Jill reaches back and peels the deformed slug off her armor and tosses it aside. She looks up and sees what appears to be a young woman held captive in the corner of the room. She stands up and walks to her.

She unties the captive and pulls the burlap sack off her head.

Captive: Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! It's been so long!

She begins to weep on Jill's shoulder; Jill cringes, noticeably displeased.

Jill: Oh Lord, knock it off will you?..... Who are you, why are you even here?

Jack: Wow she's cute, kind of a Damsel in Distress vibe.

Jill: Shut Up!

Captive: What?

Jill: Not you, someone else. Seriously though what are you doing here?

Captive: My name is Maya. These men kidnapped me and were holding me for ransom. I've been terrified for days (Sob Sob) I never expected anyone to rescue me.

Jill: Dammit Jack! I thought we were picking up a weapon, I hate escort missions; they're a pain in the ass!

Jack: Don't look at me, I though Maya was an acronym; Mass Annihilation.... Yielding.... "A" something.


Jack: O.K. I lied, Wet-Works had some publicity problems and they wanted some pro-bono work done. If I told you it was an escort you wouldn't have done it.

Jill: I will deal with you later... Maya I need you to stop crying on the five-grand suit of armor, ok? I'm gonna get you out of here.

Maya: Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me. I'll pay you back any way I can, Thank You!

Jack: Anyway she can huh.....tell her you want to make out.

Jill: One more comment and I am completely serious about the hair dryer thing!

Maya: What?

Jill: Never mind........