Operation Pacifica: Time well spent by Warrior Hyperion Perazim, Doberman Empire 2200 Hours. "Man. I'm still stuffed," sighed Perazim as he sat with some of the passengers that had come to San Francisco in CP's TARAV. They had spent over an hour feasting on the Rice Crispy Treats and Jolt he had brought out in his trailer. What was left was being forklifted over to the docks to be loaded into the waiting DTT's. Perazim stood up and stretched his legs, walking around and taking in some of the cool air. "What the hell did THIS?" Perazim asked as he pointed to a set of long wide tire marks that ran the length of the parking lot. "Used Car from Hell, Sir." one of the Troopers replied smiling widely. Perazim laughed and shook his head while he made his way to his trailer. He walked up the ramp into the darkness, and a few moments later the powerful whine of a GSX-R 1100 marked the Warriors intent. He was heading into The City for a while as well. He sped down the ramp out of the trailer, turned in the lot, and rolling the throttle brought the steel horse's front wheel off the ground as he streaked down the street. ------ Perazim rolled up to the curb and climbed off his bike. He looked around and took in some sights he had not seen in a while. He was in the Mission District. Not one the most desirable areas, but it held a place in his heart somewhere between love and contempt. The shields on the bike hummed to life as a voice came from beside him. "Spare some change, Mistah?" "Of course my friend," Perazim said as he placed a hundred dollar bill in the dirty hand outstretched to him. "Thank you!! Jeezus loves you, Sir. Oh, Thank you!" The man exclaimed, his bloodshot eyes now as big as saucers. "Well, thats not quite the right direction" Perazim answered as he handed him a Church of Grimace card. "There's a chapter on the other side of the Mission. Give this to someone there, you'll be well taken care of." The Warrior turned to leave, but a scream pierced the night halting him. It had come from the alley on the side of the building he was standing in front of. Perazim spun around and started walking towards the alley opening the flap on his trench coat and resting his hand on the handle of his Sword. "Should I call the po-leece?" the homeless man asked as Perazim walked into the alley. "Ambulance. Two of 'em, probably" he answered as he disappeared into the darkness. ------ The woman stumbled and fell to the ground, rolling through a puddle and up against the wall of a building. The attackers closed in, evil grins crossing their faces as they leered at the apparent prey. Perazim took assessment of them all. The woman was maybe 20 years old, wearing a Stanford sweatshirt. She was a long way from Palo Alto, in more ways than one. Her attackers: There were four of them. They looked to be in their early 20's as well. Wannabe gangbangers, they wore magenta bandannas tied around their wrists. "C'mere little bitch, an get yerself some of this good luvin'" one of them said as he approached her, unbuckling his belt. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!" she screamed and kicked at him. "Shut up, whore" he said and slapped her. "Ain't no one gonna help you now." The four of them took no notice of the figure that had emerged from the shadows, his eyes glowing green as his senses heightened in preparation for battle. "Release her." Perazim spoke as the four turned to face him, startled by his presence. "Who the fuck are you?" one of them asked as he pulled a knife from his belt. "You think you're the fuckin Batman or something?" The woman was now huddled up against the wall hugging her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth slowly. The gangbangers had all but forgotten her now, as they formed a loose circle around the Warrior. "You know who you fuckin with here?" another banger asked Perazim as he drew a small semi-auto pistol from his pocket, "We run the streets in these parts big boy, and you about to find out why." Perazim smiled as a small capsule broke open at his feet, a cloud of smoke quickly enveloping him as it rose. When the smoke dissipated the center of the circle of gangbangers was empty. Laughter echoed off the walls of the alley while the four of them looked around trying to determine it's source. They were all alone, except for the sobbing woman and abandoned car parked to the side. "Fuckin chickenshit" Banger # 2 said as he leaned against the car and lit a cigarette. "Forget about him, shank that bitch and lets get outta here." Suddenly the windows of the car exploded outward, sending a shower of glass through the air. Perazim had landed perfectly, his feet dead center on the roof. He reached down and grabbed Banger # 2, snapping his neck before he made his way towards the others. The 3 remaining stood staring at the massive form approaching them, fear flashing through their eyes as large circles of darkness spread across their crotches. "Nnnnnnngh" was all Banger # 1 could manage as Perazims fist slammed into his jaw, shattering the bones. Spinning around he caught Banger # 4 by the back of the head and brought it down as he thrust his own knee upward. There was a loud "crack" as the cartilage tore loose in # 4's nose, and penetrating through the nasal cavity into his brain. Banger # 3 was all that was left. His eyes darted around looking for an escape route, the knife in his hand hanging loosely. He decided to make a break for it, trying to side-step Perazim. As he did the Warrior grabbed his shoulder, pulling him into a forearm thrown at the middle of his back. His chest heaved as his rib cage tore through his skin, propelled from behind by the force of Perazim's blow. His limp body crumpled to the ground as Perazim walked towards the cowering woman. "It's getting late, you'd better head home." he said as he helped her to stand up. "T-Thanks...." she managed to mutter as Perazim led her out of the alley. "Who, or what are you?" she asked, looking at his features which were more defined out in the streetlights. The sound of sirens in the distance was growing louder. His homeless friend had obviously found a phone. "Just someone that had some time to kill." Perazim answered as he swung his leg over the seat of the GSX-R. The engine roared to life as he walked it away from the curb and kicked down into first gear. "You'll be allright, help's about a minute away" he told her before he sped off down the street heading in the opposite direction of the wailing sirens, waving back with his free hand. ------ As he rode back into the parking lot of the Naval base Perazim noticed a lone figure sitting atop his Kenworth, and a TARAV parked next to it that had seen better days. He got of the bike and climbed up the trailer to the top. He knew right away who it was, and smiled widely as he offered his hand to Darkside. "Long time no-see, my friend," Perazim said, and seeing the holes in DS's clothing added, "That's a new look for you, who's your tailor?" Grinning, Darkside answered back "Style's by Spongin." ------ 0600 A line of TARAVS pulled into the parking lot, the rumbling waking those few people that were sleeping, and bringing the rest down to greet the arriving Troops. A few hello's were said before the rest of the gear was loaded on the DTT's. Warrior Perazim