I'm doing this once I only own my OC any gear he uses belongs to its respective owners and anything else that belongs to somebody else is theirs.

S.T.A.R Labs, Gotham City Branch
Future Weapons R&D Lab 9
June 9th 2005

I'm Liam Stryker; I'm a Caucasian Britain with cropped brown hair, pale skin complexion with brown grey eyes, I stand at six feet tall and have found myself yet again as an integral piece of my Parents work, what work you ask? My parents and I were the key developers of the IMCS or Independent Mechanised Combat Suit I had been the source material for the project as I was the one testing endless prototypes in the labs where my parents worked throwing my ideas and criticisms' the pair of them would implement these designs as practically as possible.
And here I stood in full gear before several military figures from all over the world, Britain, America Russia, Japan as well as some UN personal being present all within a booth overlooking the Grind Course, the IMCS was bone white consisting of a bone white full head helmet with glowing blue visor it was fashioned to look somewhat like a Mandalorian helmet, without the 'T' shaped visor and filtration mask system present at either side of the mouth line, on my upper body currently sat some of the most state of the art ballistic resistant materials to date, combined with a webbing or harness where a multitude of pouches grenades and other miscellaneous military grade pieces of equipment sat comfortably, two streamlined shoulder pads dominated my upper arms, forearm guards with an integrated TACPAD sat housed in my left guard.

The knees, shins and feet were protected by armour hard points but boasted on manoeuvrability, on the small of my back sat the key piece of equipment for the whole IMCS the jump kit state of the art equipment that allows the wearer to perform shocking feats of agility and giving the user an endless means to outflank, outpace and overall dominate any and all battlefields tested and rated for the harshest and most adverse weather conditions the jump kit was by far the greatest and most used piece of equipment yet and all of this sat atop of a sealed EVA rated Kevlar like suit rated for any small arms fire.
To impress the military further I had my parents add additions such as a fully stocked survival pack including the British Basher Kit and all associated miscellaneous items, including a sleep roll sticking from the edges of the main flap, and best of all I had weapons that I had designed with me.

The G1R4 Rifle or Generation One Rifle Four was my pride a sleek and robust weapon system which fired 7.62x51mm NATO rounds the weapon was solely semi automatic but I had a match grade trigger installed along with an ACOG military sight and extended magazines, this weapon had a recoil reduction system so advanced I never knew how my father even designed it.
On both my thighs sat two B1 Wingmen Revolvers, the most powerful handguns on record each loaded with eight rounds, match grade trigger with a custom rosewood grip I had become so adapt at targeting multiple targets I needn't actually actively target the hostile my rounds always struck true.
To finish off I had my Kukri high frequency combat knife, capable of slicing through titanium A3 with ease, not much could stop the blade from killing its intended target.

Loosening all my joints I spoke. "Activate HUD." In response to my command the HUD activated bringing up a compass, health monitoring system, jump kit readings and various other little tad bits of information like a mini-map.
Pressing my gloved left hand against my helmets left side I activated the external communication suite. "Alright mom I'm ready to begin operations, and am ready to answer questions from the assembled generals if they wish to do so." Looking towards the booth I saw my mother explaining the communications suite to the generals so they could ask without due assistance, the first to step up was an American General with greying hair and piercing blue eyes, that's when his voice came through my headset. "This is General O'Neill with two L's if you're wondering I want your honest answers boy how old are you?"

"Sixteen Sir, why do you ask sir?"

"I like you kid, the reason I asked is because you're of the younger generation you'll be more actively fit than most within our collective armed forces, I want to know is this limited to those of a certain grade of fitness." The General was specific and to the point and I couldn't help but smile. "General to be honest I'm a person who's more likely to sit behind a screen then most my age, the IMCS is designed to augment the users not outright make them superhuman my stamina is within the lower half of military PTA allowance, so long as they keep to the military standard any and all soldiers should be able to use it."

"Thank you son, now I think we're all intrigued to see you run through this assault course it looks rather unique." I smiled somewhat behind my visor, and gave a curt nod towards the booth, looking to my immediate left there sat a green button, rolling my shoulders one last time I readied myself in a running position, pressing the button immediately started a timer and I was sprinting down a straight hall for two hundred metres while jumping and sliding through deployed obstacles at the end of the sprint the room opened into a crevice with glowing orange light touching it would fail the simulation clearing the crevice in a single jump landing in a run I made it to the end where a six foot ledge would hinder my progress jumping and climbing it with ease I continued to zone bravo.

Turning a Sharp right I sprinted twenty metres the hall bent on a forty five degree angle to my left the wall had several glowing arrows on its surface fast approaching the wall I jumped while instinctively activating the jump kit this allowed me to run upon the walls surface for twenty metres beneath which was another fail zone sprinting another twenty metres the room angled to the right on another forty five repeating the previous process this time however a Spectre combat droid stood ready to my right aiming my G1R4 Rifle at the droids head I squeezed the trigger once the bullet tore through the targets head dropping it instantly .
Landing on the platform I Sprinted another ten metres where the hall closed up with both walls lit up with wall running markers, jumping once again I sprinted ten metres before jumping off the first onto the second chaining my wall runs into a four covering a vast forty metres jumping onto the platform I found myself flanked by six Spectres.

Meanwhile in the booth O'Neill had a smile, he watched with a keen eye as the designer of this IMCS dropped his semi automatic rifle and pulled out two of the beefiest revolvers he had ever set eyes upon, he watched as the designer shot all six of the flanking hostile droids down with a single shot each in quick succession, something his fourteen year son would've called Akimbo if he remembered rightly.
He watched as the sections got from hard to harder to hardest still to utter fucking insanity, the Kid was rodeoing one of the largest security droids deployed by STAR labs and had actively torn chunks of compromised armour before sticking the barrel of his rifle into some really important systems, finishing it with a well placed satchel charge jumping off the security droid with detonator in hand he turned one hundred and eighty degrees and walked away in a casual manner whilst pressing the trigger. "Cranking steel." Was heard through the communications suite and just like in some action hero B-movie scene the mech exploded spectacularly all the while the designer left the scene untouched.

"You know what I think we have a..." O'Neill was cut off by a distant explosion and alarms blaring. "What the Fuck is going on, this is Johnson front gate report?" Barked; one of the soldiers guarding the assembled generals an African American sergeant major so his rank indicated. "Sergeant unknown force has breached the gate, I have a confirmation on HVT designated Deathstroke on the premises!"

"Fuck can you hold the courtyard?" Suddenly another explosion was heard by all those assembled. "Negative sir whoever they are they have some heavy armour support UGV's by the looks of things you'll need to get to a secondary extraction zone, we're going to hold the lobby."

"Good luck soldier!" The sergeant major pulled free his colt 1911 sidearm and cocked the weapon. "General's we're getting you out of here." General O'Neill nodded in response.

"Mom, Dad purge the Archives they'll be after any and all data, WINTER protocol's gone active all of the Spectre units will be reporting to their posts, and demo spectres will be destroying all physical hardware with controlled demo charges, aside from my personal unit tell the General's protection detail they'll be getting some G1R4's and get out through the high speed elevator to the Hawk Heavy Dropship, I'll be there so don't worry about me!"

The General watched as the mother of the seventeen year old designer watched her son disappear down a now exposed emergency exit, suddenly there were several knocks on the door; suddenly the father barked two words. "Blood-hound!"

"Dire-wolf!" Came, a synthetic voice through the door the father being the closest to the door entered the open code and with a pneumatic hiss the door opened to reveal several pitch black Spectres in what could only be described as commando gear stood in their six and a half foot glory. "Conformation code?" It asked in its synthetic voice. "Serria Omega Alpha Bravo one-one-seven"

"Confirmed we're getting you out of here."

"And the Generals their VIP's on our behalf."

The spectre took a moment to think before nodding, each spectre grasped a second rifle from their backs passing them to the squadron of soldiers. "You fall behind you're on your own." I stated in a no nonsense tone.

Meanwhile I sprinted down several halls running into a spectre checkpoint at the cross junction. "Omega Alpha Mike Sierra Oh-Six-Eight" I barked, the spectres instantly recognising my voice and confirming my personal code instantly allowed me to enter their checkpoint. "I need a report."

"Sir we have destroyed all of the labs hardware in this sector and reports have confirmed that the hostile force is contained within the lobby, some however have broken through, what we've dubbed as Commando's have been engaged deeper within the complex."

"Alright I need two volunteers acting as security detail with me I'm not chancing the capture of myself or the IMCS." Two of the twelve spectres stepped forward I nodded and broke out into a sprint the two spectres trailing behind.
Making it to the closest high speed elevator I punched in my private code given only to the head researchers and their families for emergencies my escorts and I picked up on the clattering of boots they definitely weren't Spectres that was for sure. "Confirm hostiles before dropping them."

"Copy." Was the given reply by both Spectres, when the source of the noise rounded the corner each of the men were in all black armour with red camouflage pattern combat pants and shirt. "Drop 'em!" I barked squeezing my trigger a with practiced ease I nailed the first of the hostile squad between the eyes red mist exploded out of the back of his head, the two Spectres targeted hostiles with deadly accuracy, the elevator door opened up I tapped the two Spectres on the shoulders and we fell back into the elevator.

Selecting the Hanger the elevator rose rather rapidly to my final objective, within seconds we were where we needed to be, a military styled dropship/gunship VTOL transport dominated the hanger. "Secure the Hawk we have HVI's inbound."

No sooner had I said those words two elevators opened up out stepped several soldiers, generals my personal unit mixed between them as well as my parents. "Lone-Wolf!" I barked, to hear the response. "Dire-Wolf!" returned.

"Welcome back men, get everyone aboard, we are leaving."

And in that single moment it all shattered like glass my father's head produced a red mist at the sound of a thunderclap mom screamed when one of my unit grabbed her and used itself as a shield but not even Titanium plates could stop what came an armour piercing round tore clean through the Spectre into my mom's chest and out of her back. "Fifty Cal snipers!" barked the African American sergeant major, neither of my parents felt it coming. "Sniper, not two that's Deadshot's handy work!"

My mind was a blur both of my parents dead in a blink of an eye, I just stood and watched as the blood pooled I felt the tug of one of my private unit Spectres pulling me out of sight of the sniper but it didn't register.
"He'll pay. He'll pay." I muttered to myself "DEADSHOT YOU'RE DEAD! YOU HEAR ME DEAD!" I screamed aloud, pushing clear of my unit spectre I sprinted at full acceleration towards a tarpaulin sheet. "Activate Titan AI and initiate pilot control interface!" I yelled into my headset in response an engine came to life under the tarpaulin sheet with what was underneath pulling itself free of its hiding spot, standing twenty feet tall was my Titan assault mech instantly locating me the chest cockpit door opened and its left forearm raised into a stepping platform for me to jump into it unhindered.

Two rounds had skimmed by my helmet allowing me to jump clear into the cockpit. "Glad to have you back sir whom are we killing today?"

"Deadshot the son of a bitch killed mom and dad; I plan to collect interest on his corpse!"

"Very good sir, the Rail cannon is charged and ready for use."

Crouching the Titan through manipulating the controls the twenty foot mech grasped a stored weapon before its feet hefting the two handed rail cannon like one would an assault rifle I took aim down range out of the hanger to a building some distance away, without being asked the Titans AI zoomed at maximum range targeting Deadshot who laid on a roof two kilometres away, without even thinking I squeezed the trigger causing a four inch tungsten ferrite round to be launched down range at Mach two; Deadshot never stood a chance the round struck true turning the renown contract killer into nothing but red mist.