Benton Kabrinsky

OOC: Looking at the movies Bill Nighy has been in, I should have recognized him. However, he isn't the right fit for Zapper, and Robert Downey Jr. is definitely not right for B. I think that Chris Evans would play B well.

OOC: I don't think I've seen Bill Nighy in anything that I recognized him in. However, I think I would now say that Robert Downey Jr. would be my choice for Zapper. I'm pretty sure he isn't on the list yet.

OOC: I thought I should finish up my part in this RPG. As to what actors would play my characters, I've given it some thought, and here's the list B/Benton- I cannot think of any actor to play B, as he is at least somewhat a personification of myself. Chris/Crooks- Jason Statham Rob/Rookie- Leonardo DiCaprio Kevin/Knuckles- Viggo Mortensen Sam/Sucker- Christian Bale Zeke/Zapper- Liam Neeson. I know he's on the list, but he's who I thought of for him. Thomas/Tempest- Christopher Walken Secondly, I apologize if this IC is a bit too dark or philosphical, but I wanted a bit of a different ending. Thank you all, I had a blast. IC: The convoy rode on through the desert. Abandoned towns were mere shadows in the distance. The only noise was that of the engines. And suddenly, a noise broke the silence. It was a sound that no one of them had truly heard for at least a year. It was the sound of a cell phone ringing. B called for the convoy to halt. They stopped, and B answered it. “Hello, this is Dr. Brickholm for Agent Benton Kabrinsky. We are very sorry to inform you that your mother has passed away due to natural causes. Again, we are very sorry, but there was nothing we could do. You are hereby recalled to the Antarctica Hospital for funeral arrangements. Thank you for your time.” B slumped in his seat. And, for the first time in what seemed like years, he cried. “She's dead. Our first day of peace, and she's dead. She was the one who always kept us going when dad was gone, and she's gone. We're the last ones left.” When Benton and Sam were younger, they had wondered why they never went to family gatherings like their friends. They soon learned that their extended family, quite simply didn't exist. Their branch of the Kabrinsky family was the only one that existed. And now, it seemed to B that they were the only ones left. “So,” said Sam, “What do we do? We're stuck in the middle of nowhere.” “I don't know.” A gunshot shattered the silence. Military reflexes kicked in instantly, and the squad took up defensive positions behind their vehicles. Another gunshot pierced the air. B let out a visible gasp of pain. “I guess... Our hearing isn't as good as it used to be.” “Ok,” said Kevin, “That son of a megablock is going down. Though, I'm surprised he hit you. How bad is it, Sam?” “It's hard to tell. It's bad, that's for sure, but I can't tell where the round actually is. It could be... fatal.” “Well, then,” said B, “We still have one last mission. One last hurrah?” “But we don't know if it is fatal!” “Do we even have anything real left to fight for? We fought to protect the people we loved, and guess what! They're dead! The only reason we're still alive is because the people we love basically killed themselves for us! And for what? So we can go around and kill the people that have been attacking us! And, in return, they go and kill the people we love! It's a viscous cycle, and it's one that never truly ends. I keep hearing that peace is achievable, but there is no peace on earth, not yet. We need to end the cycle.” “And you propose to do that by killing.” “No. I have come to the conclusion that my life is worthless, that all that I've fought for is megablocking worthless! That's why I didn't stay at the celebration! Some part of me can't stand celebrating at the mass murder of I don't know how many fellow living beings, and the slaughter of animals, even though they all tried to kill us. Something in that doesn't feel right. The problem is that violence is all I know. All we know. That's why I want to end it all. And I don't care if you follow, and I would prefer if you go back and live your lives, but I'm ending my empty life, because when you are abandoned by everything you hold dear, all you have left is revenge. And all I want right now, is to make sure that they die before they kill me.” B got up, pulled out his sidearm, loaded and made it ready, and started running towards the direction of the gunshot. Slowly, as if time had slowed, Sam, Rob, Kevin, and Chris, grabbed their weapons and followed. It was a fairly small camp, as the camps go. No more than thirty people in all walked and lay around, wondering what to do with their days. When there had still been refugees around, they stole the refugee's supplies, but now they had many bullets, many guns, but no one to shoot. And then, from the watchtower in the middle of the camp, a gunshot from their sniper rang out. The bandits awoke from sleep, and looked at each other with bloodthirsty glances. They knew what was going to happen. The sniper was getting more eager. He must have seen that he had not killed his mark, and he was trying to remedy his mistake. B had found that snipers as a rule panicked when you saw them and ran at them. Their aim would get steadily worse, giving you a fairly easy kill. “One last hurrah.” Rob was never one to charge blindly into battle. It felt alien to him to do this, but he was ready for this. Instead of charging head on, he ran around the group and started firing from behind. “One last hurrah.” Chris was stealthy, attacking from the shadows. But, he thought there was honour in letting an enemy see you before you killed them. Yes, his blades would taste blood today, sadly. “One last hurrah.” Kevin didn't like violence. He had always found it ironic that the guy tasked with destruction hated it. But, the one thing he did pride himself on was his consistency, because he didn't think he was going to stop now. “One last hurrah.” Sam was a medical man, a doctor. Killing sickened him, and the term “preventative medicine” left a bitter taste in his mouth. But, he was not about to be killed, if he could help it. “One last hurrah.” B was already firing before anyone else had the chance to. Bullets from his sidearm peppered the bandits. He reloaded, and a fire ignited wherever he shot. Unknowingly, he had loaded incendiary rounds into his pistol. As he fired his last bullet, he heard it go through metal. “Well,” said B, “One last hurrah, it was.” And with that, the gas tanks blew up, and fire cleansed the battleground.

It seems that I am one of the few people here who plays TOR right now. Working my way up to two 50s, so that I can actually play with my friend's characters. (My actual level 50 is on a different server than most of my characters). For any of you people who still play this game, what server (s) are you on?

OOC:I figure I better whip up some kind of epilogue for my characters, since it's pretty much over.IC:January 1st, 2011."Boom. Headshot," he said in as best an Australian accent as he could."Nice kill, Rob. That about wraps it up. Sensors can't pick up any more lizards within five miles.""Let's keep moving," said B. "We want to get this region cleaned up by the end of the month, remember?""Just to clarify something," said Kevin, "Did you, or did you not get ordered to do this?""Let me put it to you this way: if your house burned down, wouldn't you want to go back to it when it's built again, rather than during construction?""That still didn't answer the question.""No, I didn't get ordered to do it. But, it's a job that will need doing sooner or later, and we're doing it for people. Not the team, not the government, people. It's why we signed up, right? Besides, we have a ton of ammo that we won't be doing much with otherwise, and I know I'm not the only one here with an itchy trigger finger."Kevin smiled. "Alright, then. Let's get on with it, then.""Lock and load, and move out, everyone!"With that, the five of them loaded up onto their Fire Hammers, and continued with their crusade as the winter sun rose into the sky.

I really love my strange Direct Hit. Running up to scouts and blasting them in the face never gets old.Also, none of you will believe me, but one time I was have a nice sniper duel on 2Fort, I fire... And I get a headshot kill on a cloaked spy. Needless to say, I was quite thrilled.My name on steam is Kabrinsky, if any of you want to add me, just don't expect to see me playing.

1. Being part of the DARPG.2. Sept. 4th, 2007. Dang, it's been a while.3. Maybe, but you're the one writing the survey.4. School, and the site outages combined.5. Not as much, no. School takes up too much time.6. Depends where. Standard LEGO discussion hasn't really taken off on the new forums yet.7. Probably.8. That's one thing you should ask yourself.9. Heck yeah!

1. Canada. The flat part.2. English, and I understand an incredibly small amount of German3. Yep.4. I think so, but I don't exactly check anymore.5. Almost not soon enough, which is to say that I don't know.6. In store is actually easier, due to shipping.7. There are some exclusives that I wish that I could have gotten...9. Because the 8th item in any list is automatically the worst.10. No, and yes, I remember you.

OOC: Anyone, feel free to use B and squad as well, because I won't be able to post till Tuesday

OOC: I guess I better stop procrastinating about writing this then. Homework can now wait. :PIC:B ran. He saw the jeep outside the HQ. Right past the men and women fighting for their lives. Tempest ran into the building. B followed. He bashed his way through the front door, and caught a glimpse of a body heading up the stairs."Time to pay the price, Tempest."He followed.***Chris had lost track of how many lizards he had slashed and sliced with his sword. He looked back and surprised, saw B running towards the HQ. He turned away from the battle and ran. The other members of his squad noticed as well, and followed. Dino Attack agents yelled at them, incredulous, but they took no notice. As they entered the HQ, they noticed something."Blood."And yet, there had been no fighting in the HQ yet.***B sprinted, his energy seemingly limitless. He knew that he was killing himself, but he had one single objective.One last mission. Ironic that my last mission is the first one that I really ever got.The stairs seemed endless. He could hear Tempest maybe a flight ahead of him, clearly getting tired. A door slammed above him. The end was near. B opened the door."Deja Vu, right Tempest?""Exactly, Benton. Except for one thing."Tempest drew his sidearm, and in one swift motion, cocked it, and shot B in the chest.And suddenly, sense returned to B's body. It was like being slammed repeatedly into the ground by a person twice your strength. It pulsed, like his heart, struggling to keep up.And he fell.***Ezekiel was the first to act. He ran, sprinting up the stairs, following the irregularly shaped patches of blood. The rest of the squad followed, trying to keep up. Ezekiel managed to outdistance the rest of them, and reached the roof. A minifig stood on the edge of the roof."Hello, Ezekiel.""Peter. Interesting to see you again. You certainly managed to keep busy since we last saw each other. Interesting that your name is what it is.""What, Tempest?""No, Peter. Your actual name. Three betrayals, Peter. First, you betrayed Ogel more than ten years ago. Then, you betrayed spec ops. And finally, you betrayed me.""How? Oh, right. You had a thing going where you were trying to kill this guy! You're mad that I stole your kill, right? Well, he's not dead yet, so you can shoot him if you want.""Peter, did we ever learn each others last names?""No, we didn't. Just first names.""Well, then let me introduce myself properly. I am Ezekiel Kabrinsky, and this agent is under my protection."Tempest looked at Ezekiel with a look of true fear in his eyes. Ezekiel ran and tackled Tempest.They fell.***Sam was the first one to reach the roof after Ezekiel. He ran out of the stairwell to see them fall. He then turned his gaze to the body of his brother, which was lying just to his side. Swearing profusely, he grabbed bandages and attempted to treat the wounds. As the other three arrived, Sam motioned to Kevin to help him."There should be some needles of painkillers in my bag.""How much?""All of them.""Are you sure you made it out of med school," asked Rob, attempting to lighten the mood."Look, he probably won't make it. I just want him to not hurt at the end. There, the wound's patched up as best as I can do it. Kev, looks like a good job with the painkillers, now I think all we can do is wait."***Awareness. He now knew he was awake, and surprisingly, feeling nothing. He looked up and saw his brother's face."Ow. How long was I out for?""About two minutes. You're really drugged up right now, and I don't know if you can make it."The numbness was back. His head was clear again."Alright, now what's the plan?""We get you to wherever you're safe.""No. We said that if any of us died, we would be KIA. I will not die in a bed when I could go and get myself killed fighting for a cause I believe in. Besides, I can last long enough to get to the fight, as long as the painkillers last."B got up on his feet. He looked and saw neither his uncle, nor Tempest. He looked quizzically at his brother."They're both gone. They fell.""When we left spec ops, we promised each other that we would find him and kill him. Now that the mission has been completed, we need a new pact.""We fight," said Kevin."For Dad," said Sam"For Ezekiel," said Chris."For family," said Rob."For us," finished B.And with that, they followed B down the stairs to rejoin the final battle.***"Well played, old friend.""Oh, it was my pleasure, Peter. You always did like the bits of my plans that you didn't see coming, right?""Absolutely correct."Impact.

IC:"Well played, B. Well played. It seems, now, that you win. Goodbye."With that, the octanitrocubane in the duffel bag exploded. Both B and Tempest were launched into the air by the force of the explosion, and the building crumbled.Gee, maybe I used too much. Aw, Megablock.B pushed a button on his robotic arm, and a hook and cable shot out of it, aiming at one of the taller buildings across the street that hadn't been damaged by the explosion. It caught, and B started swinging towards the building.Out of the frying pan, and into the... brick wall. znap it all.And with that, B smashed through a brick wall and slid across the floor of the second story of the building next to the diner. B lay still for a few seconds, and then sat up.Morpheus, what the znap did I do to you? Why am I still conscious? And... I'm not feeling anything. At all. That would be why. Let's see. Concussion: almost certainly, no broken bones? This armor saved me in that respect, but it probably crushed and bruised a lot of my internal parts. Look at this anomaly: I'm not even bleeding. I just hate to think what's going to happen when my nervous system wakes up. I better get back to base before that happens, and this time Yena won't be there to save my megablocking butt. Let's get up... There we go. Steady? Steady. Let's move.B got up, and made his way to the stairwell, and then walked to the entrance of the building. He walked outside, to see a jeep drive away. The minifig inside it turned and made a rude gesture as he drove away towards the DAHQ."Well, this is just getting ridiculous."And despite what B knew he was doing to his body, he ran.

IC:B ran up the stairs, jumping over bits of rubble as he neared the roof of the building. His mind was focused. His plan was terrible. And, with the exception of the one mission in his mind, he felt a large amount of apathy towards everything else around him. It was a technique he had learned back in special forces: block out the rest of the world to do your job better.Well, this isn't even my job right now. This could be counted as desertion, or whatever. I have one shot at this. Tempest, for all I know, might not even go for it. He might not do it. The one variable in a mission, and it's the one that guarantees success. Unacceptable, that's what he'd say. B reached the top of the stairs, and cautiously walked onto the roof. A minifig by the edge of the roof turned and faced him. They regarded each other warily, neither daring to move any more."So," said the minifig, "You've certainly gotten better at avoiding sniper fire.""If you'll recall," said B, "That's one of the things I was actually good at. Either that or you just suck at aiming. I mean, how did you manage to hit perfectly between my feet? That takes some serious skill. Either that or you just were trying to get my attention.""You pick up quick, Kabrinsky.""Ooh, referring to me by my last name! I'm in trouble now!""Now, what do you want, B?""Well," said B," You were the one who invited me here.""Incorrect. I invited you to the diner, where I planned on ambushing and killing you. You must have a reason for coming all the way up here.""Well, the fact that you were trying to kill me does put a damper on my actual plan, Tempest.""And what's your actual plan, B?""Well, you always said to give up when you lose. I thought I might as well give up. You said that if I ever 'straightened out my ideology', you could have a job for me.""You... You're serious.""Dead serious. In fact, here's a piece of tech that just came in from our R&D. Rob said to check it out, and I think you might be interested. Here, catch!"B tossed the remote at Tempest. As it flew through the air, time seemed to slow, and then Tempest caught it, and placed a firm grip on it, pushing the button."Four words, Tempest: Znap off and die."

IC:B walked to the ruined building, where there had been a diner about a year ago. He cautiously entered the wreckage, looking around for Tempest. However, there was no one else in the building. He turned around, and was about to exit the building when he heard a gunshot. He looked down and saw a bullet hole at his feet. B looked up at the building across the street. Surprisingly, it was still mostly intact, but it was only ten stories high. On the roof, B saw a figure staring down at him."Aw, megablock."B sprinted across the street, dodging shots from the sniper. He stopped at the entrance of the building. He entered the building cautiously, looking for any dinos, or any allies of the sniper. He carefully surveyed the ground floor, looking out at the broken city block. After carefully considering a spot, he placed the duffel bag in the corner of the building opposite where he had come in. He opened the bag and removed a small remote.***Dr. Inferno's HQ, 2008"Tempest, you're dead! You hear me? Megablocking dead!"B and Tempest both stood in a large hall in Dr. Inferno's underground lair, staring each other down from opposite ends of the room. Crook's and Sucker's bodies lay motionless next to Tempest. Four of Inferno's henchmen entered the room and carried the bodies out, as B stood staring. He knew that there were too many guns trained on him to do anything to help his teammates."B, come and be reasonable. You lost. You can't hope to win a battle you already lost!""That may be true, Tempest, but the next time I see you, you're dead! And that is my promise!""So formal, B. You'll never see me again, in all likelihood! Give it up, and you might get your friends back!""We both know you're lying, Tempest."B turned around and ran. He knew it was his only option. He was alone, no backup.***"So," said B, "I'm alone. No backup. Like that hasn't happened before."I'm crazy. I survived once. It was pure luck that nothing happened besides what already had. I'm fueled only by thoughts of revenge. This isn't even part of my mission. Is it worth it? I'm probably going to die. I am going to die. I don't care. That's why. That is why I do these things. I have no care for my safety, as long as it doesn't put my team in danger. They must be out of the zone now. I got one shot. Well, no sense putting off the inevitable.And after that, B started up the stairway to the roof.

OOC: You're out of it for a few days and everything gets worse. I can barely keep tabs on what's happening anymore.IC:The two Fire Hammers pulled up along the side of the street. The squad exited the vehicles, and B turned and faced the rest of the minifigs."I don't care what you guys think, I need to go in alone. It's my mission, and he only wants me to come," said B."I don't like it," said Rob, "But it seems like our only option. But still, we've waited years for this opportunity!"***LEGOLAND Special Forces HQ, March 23, 2006."Alright soldiers. You've been transferred to special forces because you've shown more skill than is usually seen in new recruits. You were also recommended stay as one unit, which says something about your teamwork skills. Now, here in spec force, we do not go by names and ranks. We go by code names, and you, apparently, were not being called by your real names anyways, so we should just keep going with those names for the sake of unit cohesion. Now your code names are ... Let me check my list: B, Crooks, Sucker, Knuckles, Rookie. Odd names, but I'll be honest, most code names don't make much sense anyway. My name is Tempest, and I will take personal command of this new squad, as you are not being inserted into existing squads. Do you understand?"***LEGOLAND Special Forces HQ, May 19, 2006"B, do you understand why you're here?""I was guessing something about the outstanding op I pulled off, but your tone of voice tells me otherwise.""You may have completed your objective, but you managed to get your squad killed. What's your explanation?""I was given no time to learn about this squad that I suddenly had to command. Also, just for the record, the intel we were given said nothing about there being snipers waiting for us."Tempest paused, "Alright, dismissed."***LEGOLAND Special Forces HQ, July 28, 2007"Alright guys," said Rob," Do you know why I called this 'meeting'?""Don't keep us in suspense, Rob," said Kevin, "Or make us guess. Just tell us.""Well, I've noticed an alarming trend. Every time we are briefed for a mission, we get the data, and then when we're inserted at whatever drop point they choose, we find out that either A: the number of hostiles we might have to eliminate is significantly higher than expected, or B: they're already waiting for us. That concludes the presentation, now for the quiz: what does that data indicate?""Sounds to me like we got a weak link in the system," said Sam, "Who lays eyes on any data that gets funneled to us?""I don't know. But we can find out. I wrote a analytical program that will find out, hopefully. Parameters include security clearance, and how much info is available to them at any time. Simply put in what area of the department you want to scan, and let it go." "You planned this out, Rob," said B, "Were you just waiting for our approval to push the button?""Pretty much. Data collecting... and... Son of a megablok.""What is it? Who is it?""It says the weak link is Tempest.""What's his background? Any indication from that?""What background? None to be had. That's what the algorithm caught, really. In charge of almost the entire department, but nothing. We even have access to some of the highest ranked people's personal info, but nothing on Tempest. I hate to say it, but we have a winner. All data passes through him, and only through him. Now, how do we handle this?""I got this," said B, "Look, I'm two bad debriefings away from a court-martial anyway, so if we're wrong somehow, I'm the only one who has to burn. Tempest doesn't like me anyway. I'm going to go to his office, and casually see what data I can get. Alright?"B walked down to Tempest's office. No one that he passed paid him any attention, as his squad was known to be on the fast track. He came up to the door and knocked. There was no answer. B knocked again, and waited for another minute, and then carefully opened the door. His jaw dropped. The office was empty. The furniture was still there, but any technology, files, or anything that would contain important data was gone. All that was left was a laptop on the desk, facing the chair. B walked up to the desk. On the laptop, there was a video ready to played. B hit the button. Tempest's face appeared on the screen."Nice job, B. I must say, it took you long enough to figure it out, and even then, it took a seventeen year old boy to find out! Granted, he is a prodigy, but I thought you would have picked up on the hints sooner than this. Yes, I am what you would call a 'traitor'. I have my own game to play, and you and your squad were just some pawns that were convenient to move. B, you should realize that in order to get power, you should learn to recognize all the means to whatever end is best for you. Not all of them are legitimate. Forget about it, and you'll go far, because you need to learn subtlety and also, and most importantly, when to give up. Good-by, B."B walked back to his barracks, fuming. He slammed the door as he walked in. He was startled again by the presence of a minifig who normally wasn't there."General! What are you doing here?""I see you just found out we have a rouge commander. He's gone, isn't he.""He ironically gave me his last bad piece of advice. I'm not going to follow it. General, Request permission to track down and eliminate Tempest.""I'm afraid I can't do that, B. Our top agents are already on it. In the meantime, you and your squad are being transferred to Alpha Team. Their goals are more in line with what you seem to be wanting to do, and your methods will mesh better there.""You're just going to cover this up, aren't you! Move the squad to the next most secretive organization, and there's no evidence to take care of!" "In the most blunt terms, B, yes. We can't risk this getting out, because, believe it or not, people can't handle the truth.""Most people can't handle a lot of things, general. That doesn't mean that they don't need it."***Downtown LEGO City, Present day."Rob," said Sam, "Before B goes and tries to take down a rouge commander, who may or may not be there, don't you have something for him?""Oh yeah! B, the boys in R&D said that they needed someone to test this out in the field. Chris said that you'd make better use of it. Brand new clip on armor plating. Should keep you a bit safer during some of the moves you like to make.""Wow. Rob, you didn't forget the other package, did you?""Nope. B, you are completely megablocking crazy, you know that?""Yeah."B attached the body armor to his already somewhat substantially protective jumpsuit. He grabbed the duffel bag that Rob handed to him and walked down the street towards the diner."Now, I think we've been gone from the battle for a bit too long, so go out there for me and make Dad proud, ok. I might not be coming back," said B."You will," said Sam, "You'll figure something out."Kabrinsky's Pride loaded up and drove away towards DAHQ, leaving B alone."Yeah. I'll figure something out."

OOC: Well, it seems that I can't keep posting here consistently, due mostly to apathy and writer's block. I just can't keep writing; I always need a larger story for my characters.IC:It worked. It had taken what seemed like forever, but B felt on top of his game. As the two halfs of Kabrinsky's Pride joined together again and started driving back to the battlefield, B was startled by a crackle of static in his headset, and then he heard a voice."This message is intended for you only, B, and so you're the only one who can hear it. You've messed up my plans for the last time, and this time you won't get away without paying the price. You know the restaurant on Brick Ave? Well, right now it's in the bad part of town, so be careful. I wouldn't want you dying prematurely, now, would I?""Anyone else hear that?""Hear what, B?""The old diner on Brick Ave; apparently I made someone very mad and he wants me to die.""Well," said Sam, "He hasn't checked your past track record, then, has he.""Exactly. Whoever that moron is, he severely underestimates what he's dealing with."The voice crackled into his headset again."One last thing," it said, "Come alone or not at all. If you try, you will regret it.""OK," said B, "Apparently said moron wants me to go alone. I'll bite. You guys follow when I give the word.""Ok," said Chris, "But what's the codeword?""I don't know, but expect lots of profanities."