NAME: Fern (Brad Irwin)
PRIMARY MARTIAL ARTS: Aikido, Jeet Kune Do
FAVORITE WEAPON(S): Dual Desert Eagle's, Katana, Consealed Knife
LOOKS: Black, shaggy hair with blood red highlights and black eyeliner. Tribal tattoo's on the palm/wrist/arm area. Chin pierced with a stud.
CLOTHING: Black cloak. Black button down silk shirt with red tie. Black pants with wallet chain and custom steel-toed dress shoes. By custom made, I mean that the bottoms of Fern's shoes are STEEL, making them incredibly heavy and a powerful weapon.
TRANSPORTATION: Black '65 Ford Mustang, upgraded to have 600+ horsepower and upwards of 500 torque. Custom sideskirt, halogen headlights, and front and rear bumpers are just some of the perks that this Mustang has.
BACK STORY: After graduating high school, he was held up at gunpoint on the roof of a building. Don't ask. Instead of handing his posessions over, he leaped, much like The Kid, off of the building and was the 2nd person to self-substantiate.




"In the name of Zion, we hereby congratulate Fern on the founding of the ship, The Nezo II!" Commander Locke announced. "Amen!" the council members said in unison. "Thank you, Commander. I will take this responsibility seriously and not dissappoint you, sir." Fern replied. "Then this meeting is adjourned. Have a nice day, you are dismissed to find your captain." Fern smiled and nodded, then hastily left the room. He looked around this post-apocolyptic city, the crunching and grinding of steel like music. Music does soothe the savage beast, after all. Fern slowed his pace down and took all the sights in. He spotted his ship, the Nezo, sitting at the dock recharging. "Hey, nice looking ship we've got there, huh?" "Yeah, it's a great ship.. listen, i'm waiting for my captain. If you're not him, then piss off." "We need to get going soon, we got our first mission from Commander. By the way, I am your captain."

NAME: Juno (Kyle Robertson)
PRIMARY MARTIAL ARTS: Kung Fu, Judo
FAVORITE WEAPON(S): F12000 Assault Rifle, FN Five SeveN Pistol, FN P90 Submachine Gun, small concealed knife
LOOKS: Long, black hair and completely pale, with a bright, almost sky blue eye color
CLOTHING: Black trench coat with a black dress-looking shirt under it, with long, torn up baggy black jeans
TRANSPORTATION: Black '99 Nissan Skyline GT-R, imported from Japan and converted to left hand drive. Body kit-ed with side skirts, a nice spoiler, with dual exhausts, carbon fiber hood, converted front a rear bumpers, not to mention turbo charged to have about 700 horse power reaching max speeds of 250 miles per hour, 300+ with nitro.
BACK STORY: Converted to a Zion and taking the Red Pill when he was only 10, Juno had much insight of the world at a very young age, helping him to understand the Matrix better and understand many of his loopholes. One of the few to make The Jump on the first try, some have believed him to surpass The One. The one thing that prevents him from reaching his full potential is his close ties with The Merovingian. Even though he is from Zion, he works openly for The Merovingian, making some less trusting of him. He resides as one of the crew on the Nezo II.

"The Matrix? In TOWN?" "Of course not, well be taking off, you dumbass." said the ships captain to Juno. "But isnt your ship still recharging? I mean, you did just get it after all." Juno questioned the captain of the new ship. Odd that hed be appointed to a ship so soon after being kicked off of his old one for ties with The Merovingian. This man seemed not to care for the pasts of others. "Itll be fine." the captain assured him. "Lets go. We dont have any time to waste"

"My name is Fern, by the way." "Juno, nice to meet you." The two shook hands and leaned against the ship. "So," Fern started, "you've had ties with the Merovingian?" "Well.. yes, I have. It was nothing though, I just did a few odd jobs for this guy that worked for him." Juno replied. "I met the Merovingian. I was one of his top men. I worked with this man that I knew, Flatline. We had a group of people that worked for him, we were known as the Meromafia. But when we decided.. ah, nevermind." Fern grinned and looked into the air and flicked his hair. "Nevermind what? You seem to know your stuff. Looks like we're about ready to head off, anyway. We're running at about 75% of our capacitor right now." "Roger that, Lieutenant Juno."

"Word... Lieutenant on my first day." Juno said, grinning. "Listen ive got someone im waiting for, who could possibly be a valuble asset to your ship. Id say atleast another hour until were at 100% system functionality, ill go off and look for them and come back when ive got them." "Sounds good to me, the more people weve got the better." Said Fern to Juno. "But your limits an hour, if your not back here by then, ill be forced to leave without you." replied Fern. "An hour it is," Juno called back over his shoulder, already walking off. "Meet you back here!" Juno started off at a run toward his room to gather his belongs... AND the person he had told Fern about. He had failed to mention his wife, but he figured the less his captain knew about his marrige the better. After all, if he knew the 2 of them were so close, he might not allow it, for safety reasons. After the incident with The One, many relationships had been prohibited, because many people had been concerned that feelings would get in the way of missions, which they thought should come first. Many people had rebelled against this rule, and Juno and his wife were 2 of those people. He walked in to the room, his wife nowhere in sight. She must have gone out to buy supplies or something Juno figured, so he started gathering his belongs and throwing them into a duffle bag. When half an hour had passed and there was still no sign of her returning, he left her a note on the door and started heading back towards the ship. "Shell catch up with me" Juno said to himself, and about 15 minutes later found himself back at the ship with Fern.

"So Juno, you're married are you?" "Wha.. how did you know?" Fern then waved his background information on Juno in the air and grinned. "You know, relationships are banned and i'm required to tell Commander Locke about this." "You bastard.. why are-" "Luckily, i'm not a total shit." Fern said with a grin. He quickly whipped out a match, lit it against the ship and held the match under Juno's papers. "See, on my ship the only rule is if you fuck with me, I break your fucking nose. Got it?" Fern threw the burning paper on the ground. "Yes Captain, I understand. Glad i'm not working with a hardass this time around." Juno said. "So, how's your wife? Is she hot?" You could tell Juno was flustered. His face was red. No, really, he was pissed. "...Can I break your nose for fucking with ME?" "Not if you want to keep your nose. Really, how is she?" "She's nice.. you wouldn't like her." Fern laughed and playfully socked Juno in the shoulder. Then he hit him again. Then everything went blurry for a few minutes. Anyway, the ship was at about 95% power and no sign of Juno's wife. "Hey, did I ever tell you how I had an affair with Persephone?" Fern said. "No, but.. didn't EVERYONe have an affair with Persephone?" Juno replied. Fern just let out a deep sigh, "No, I mean a real affair. Not just a kiss on the cheek in order for the Merovingian to keep from knowing things." "Oh, you didn't mention that. Well, you just did. Oh fuck it, I don't know where i'm going with this."

NAME: Omi (Barbara)
PRIMARY MARTIAL ARTS: Kung Fu, Ninjutsu, Taijutsu
FAVORITE WEAPONS: Katana, Shuriken, Kunai, Senbon needles, Poison
LOOKS: Silver hair that reaches around mid-back, which is usually put up into a braid. Inquiring and intelligent eyes, Goldenish brown in color. Two peircings on each ear, usually silver studs.
CLOTHING: Usually wears a traditional chinese fighting outfit, which composes of pale green baggy pants, with ankle cuffs, a pale red shirt with two slits up the sides. Then over the shirt comes an overshirt that is black with blue flames across it, and ties neatly with a deep golden sash. Over the uniform She usually wears a black trenchcoat, as to hide her many shuriken and kunai. On her right leg is a holster for her hundreds of Senbon needles.
TRANSPORTATION: 1999/1998 Honda civic - Dragon features
BACK STORY: Before all of this started she was part of a ninja clan called the Uchiha clan. She has one brother named Satoh, whose whereabouts are unknown. She made the jump for a chance to find her brother again. She puts on a 'happy' mask all the time and seems like she is smiling a lot, But really she is really sad. Deep inside she just wants a friend. She's now 18 years old and can manipulate her energy at will. She mastered the art of ninjutsu at the age of 6, taijutsu at the age of 7, and Kung Fu at the age of 8. She is very strong, about the strongest of her clan. Don't piss her off, because if you do, She won't hesitate to kill you.


Omi sighed for about the tenth time that day. "Some help that fucking was." she stated. Looking around she tried to locate her luggage. She sighed again, she couldn't find it anywhere. She backed up and stared at the many bags on the ground. "It shouldnt be so hard to find, especially when it has the Uchiha clan symbol on it." she muttered to herself. A hand reached out and touched her shoulder, and she immidently whipped out a kunai. She spun around, kneed the person in the stomach, flipped him over and placed the kunai on his neck.

"Who are you..?" Omi hissed, kunai poised to slice into his soft skin. The figure under her trembled with fear, pulling his head slightly into her chest. This agitated her, so she sunk the kunai a little into his skin. "I'll repeat this one more time. Who...Are...You?!" He shuddered again and squeaked out his name.

"M..My name i..is P..Private...." he stuttered. He squeaked so quietly that, even with her acute hearing, she could not catch his name. She hopped off his back and placed her kunai back into its pocket, her black trenchcoat swaying as she stood. He stood up rather shakely and backed away from her. She growled, first she had lost her luggage, and now she threatned a private of all people. The poor man must have wet his pants by now.

She sighed again, "I'm sorry about that. My name is Uchiha, Omi. Nice to meet you!" she inquisited exitedly. She looked around again and finally spotted her luggage in a small corner. "FINALLY!!" she shouted, making everyone around her stop what they were doing. "....what?" she asked. The private laughed a little, finally seeming to ease up a bit.

"Miss Uchiha, I belive that people are staring at us..." the private stated. He seemed a little nervous at all the attention. "Excuse me, but I need to be showing you your room now." Omi giggled, she had attacked him when all he was doing was showing her her room. She followed him down the many hallways untill she came to a stop.

"Well, this is it Miss Uchiha." said the private. With a wave he exited the room and left her to unpack. She circled the room like a hawk, and then jumped on the bed. She sprawled out and her only thought before she went to sleep was 'I wonder if i'll ever see Satoh again. My Satoh. My Brother.' Then she was off to sleep.

"So, Juno. Did I ever tell you about the first time I killed a man? I mean, in the 17 minutes i've known you?" Fern said slyly. "Nah, you haven't, but I assume you are anyway. Go on, get to the story. We need to go soon."

Fern walked into the room, expecting nothing more than to chat with the assassin that tried to whack the Merovingian. He smiled gratiously at the man and sat in the chair opposite him. "Hi there.. sir." The assassin then spat in Fern's face. He quickly wiped the spit away and flashed a smile. "You know, we're not going to hurt you. We just want to know who you work for. We'll put you in a safe house, change your name, we just want to know who sent you." "Fuck. You." the assassin said. At this point, Fern was getting a tad frustrated. These few sentences exchanged seemed like entire paragraphs of nothing.

"So, am I going to have to kick your ass?" Fern said with a sigh. "Try me, dicksu-" the assassin started, only to be interrupted by the crack of a fist against his face. By the time the man hit the ground, Fern was already in mid leap and about to land on him. The assassin rolled to the side, avoiding Fern's knee, to counter with a leg-sweep. Fern landed on his back with a thud and the assassin, being the fair fighter that he is, pulled a knife and lunged at the downed Aikido Master. The knife was intercepted at the last minute and Fern lept to his feet, only after throwing the man into a chair. "Alright, you want a fight, we'll fight." the belated statement rang through the soundproof room.

Fern slid into a Karate stance and waited for the man to make his move. He started to jab, only to be caught by Fern and kneed in the gut. The combo started and Fern threw multiple punches into his stomach, ribs and a final punch to the face. The man took a few steps back and started in again.

Fern let out a primal yell and thrusted his fist forward into the would-be assassin's chest. His chest made a cracking noise and the man fell backwards onto the floor. "How.. di-..did you.." the assassin started, only to be interrupted by a cough of blood. Something Fern never thought happened just ended. He had just fatally wounded a man, something totally against his code of honor. "Please.. kill.. kill me.." Fern pulled a desert eagle from his belt, turned his head and fired the weapon.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

Many men ran in, they asked things like "Are you okay, Sir?!" and "What happened?!" It didn't matter anymore. He felt ashamed and wished that he was dead. It's a classic thing for Japanese people to think, but not Italians. Not us. Not me.

"Wow, that's heart-wrenching." Juno said. "Yeah, it is. It turned out that the assassin was really a girl. A young girl. She was wearing a mask and using a voice disguiser, I neglect to mention that. She was 17, I knew her personally. She went to my high-school and I killed her without second thought.

NAME: Koorime (Brittney Tabron)
PRIMARY MARTIAL ARTS: Karate, Tai Kwon Do
FAVORITE WEAPON(S): Uzi, F2000 Assault Rifle, any sort of machine gun
LOOKS: Long, straight, black hair, normally pulled back into a ponytail. Light brown skin, and brownish-black eyes
CLOTHING: Plain white tanktop and baggy black pants with various pockets and buckles, and small, beat-up, white shoes.
TRANSPORTATION: Silver 2005 Chevrolet Corvette Convertible 1SB, with dual exhausts, turbo charged with some nice air intakes, and nitro boosts that can temporarily lift the car off the ground for an average of a minute.
BACK STORY: Raised by Japanese parents in the district of Okinawa. One of the few to make The Jump on the first try, some have believed her to surpass The One. Adopted by her parents when she was only an infant, Koorime resided in the Japanese district of the Megacity for some years. She was soon released from the Matrix by Juno (Kyle Robertson) at the age of 13. The two have been together ever since. They were married at the age of 18, and do most everything together. Sparring is one of their favorite activities, although they like cuddling too.


Juno stared out the window by the ramp at the entrance, where passengers on foot and in vehicles loaded onto the ship, but not one was his wife. A slightly worried expression began to grow on his face. "Still not back, eh?" asked Fern, though not really asking, since he knew the answer. Juno merely grunted in reply. There was silence.

"You know, if she's not back in the next ten minutes, we're going to have to-" "I know!" Juno spun around and yelled, then realized what he did and sighed. "Sorry, I-" "It's cool." Fern replied and shrugged. Juno turned back to the window. Where could she be?... he thought to himself.

"Hmm..." Koorime said as she saw the note left on the door by her husband. As she continued to read it, her eyes began to get wide. There was only ten more minutes until the ship was at 100%. "Shit!" Quickly she grabbed her luggage bags and groceries and took off towards her silver Corvette Convertible. Tossing the bags on the floor under the back seat, she didn't even bother to open the driver door as she pushed herself up with her hand and tossed her feet over the door, put her key into the ignition at the same time, and slammed her foot on the gas pedal.

System of a Down pounded against her ears full blast as she drove on, but she ignored it. After a few minutes of swerving around cars on the highway at 120 miles an hour, she began to hear sirens behind her, but she had been expecting them. She glanced at them for just a moment through her rear-view mirror: two of them. "This shouldn't be too hard." She smirked, her speed-demon side getting the best of her. She continued to swerve in and out of lanes, determined to lose these assholes.

Her eyes widened as she realized something vital. "Wait, where the hell am I going?" She smacked her forehead with one hand. "Curse this short-term memory." She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. There was the ship, clear as day in her mind. She opened her eyes again just as fast, for she was still driving, and remembered where it was. She turned at an exit at the last moment to throw off the cops. One tried to turn too quickly and ended up flipping over, while the other ran into the grass, but continued after her. Koorime growled to herself, and stepped on the gas even harder.

The ship was now in view, but she could see it was about to take off. It must be at 99% by now. There was a boarding ramp that she could use to get on, but it was already in the air. And below it was nothing but sky. She continued to drive until she was as close to the edge as she dared, then took a deep breath, and flipped the switch for the nitro. She shut her eyes tight as her body was jerked back against the seat, and she felt herself being lifted into the air. She opened her eyes to see the front tires had reached the ramp as it was being raised, but not the back. She hit the nitro again and used the rest of it to send the car hurtling into the room. Parts flew everywhere as her poor, now beat up, convertible hit the ground. Slowly, she opened the door and fell out of the driver's seat. Fern walked up to her, his arm extended to her. "Welcome aboard."

Koorime stood quickly and took his hand graciously, apologizing quickly for the various parts of her car around the room. She turned and spotted her husband Juno. "You had me worried-" he started, but was cut off when her lips met his. They kissed for a few more moments, and embraced each other. Koorime smiled and said sarcastically, "I love you too."

"Alright, once you guys stop sucking faces me and Juno need to take care of something." "Yeah, what's that cap'n?" "We need to duel, well, warm up."

Fern walked through his new ship for the first time. He took in the sights, smells, feelings and emotions that he got the first time he had ever walked on a Hovercraft. The plate near the core read "Nezo II," just like the certificate. "Beautiful.. absolutely beautiful. We're going to be great friends, baby." Fern said lovingly. "Hey Fern, get off of that pylon, we need to load up pretty quick." Juno laughed. Fern unlatched himself from the pole he was holding and walked into the room where they would be jacking in. "Koorime, I assume you know how to use the programs and everything, right?" "Right. Just because i'm a girl doesn't mean that I don't know how to use the program launcher." "Alright then, go ahead and get the ship online." Koorime reached up, grabbed the latch and pumped three times, then hit the button.

The ship sprang to life, all the dials, buttons, switches, screens, and latches lit up with electricity, the blood of all machines.

"Alright Koorime, load up the Dojo." "Roger that, Fern. Good luck to both of you." The two men sat in seats at opposite ends of the room. The seats were leather, very new and aromatic. Koorime walked to Fern and strapped him in, giving him a pat on the head and plugging him up to the program. She then walked to the other side of the room, kissed Juno on the forehead and plugged him in.

The dojo was very bright. Very, very bright. Fern rubbed his eyes and looked around. Juno did the same. Weapons of every kind were hung on the walls. Katanas, shurikens, tontos, broadswords, pikes, spears, bos, everything.

Fern was dressed like a Samurai, with a hakama and gi-top. His hair was pulled back into a topknot.

Juno was dressed almost the same, except a full gi and his hair wasn't tied up.

Juno dropped into a Karate stance, very tall and balanced. Fern lifted his left foot and dropped it about three inches outward with his hands shoulder-length apart. Juno rushed him and lept, throwing a hard side-kick at Fern's ribs. Fern was feeling lucky today so he let the side-kick hit, but grabbed Juno's leg and flung him into pole, snapping it. Juno laughed and stood up. "Shit, that was a stupid move on my part." Fern laughed and charged, attempting to combo a punch and a kick, but he was stopped by a block, then a sweep. Juno lept into the air, pulling a half-gainer, and would have landed right on top of Fern if he had not moved. "We're not going to get anywhere like this." Fern smiled, dusted himself off and grabbed a katana off of the wall.

Juno grabbed dual tantos, or short katanas.

Fern unsheathed his katana, and Juno did the same.

"One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. One.. Two.. Three.. Four.." Fern said for no apparent reason. It was a habit. Don't ask. The two charged each other, steel clanked against steel, and they were at a stalemate. Again. "God damnit, someone needs to be better." Fern said. "Nah, let's just leave it like this. We need to go and get jacked in anyway."

"Shit, those two are good." Koorime said and unloaded them from the program.