CODE GRIM EAGLE
Disclaimer: I do not own the Dead or Alive series. Only the OC(s) belong to me.
Prologue: Grim Eagle's Invite
14:19 hrs. On top of the cruise ship, Freedom Survivor
On an ocean liner over the Pacific, two people stood across from each other, both resolute as they'd gotten this far and couldn't afford to lose here.
The first one was a petite athletic light skinned woman with orange ponytail hair wearing a blue kunoichi outfit with white gauntlets and greaves and sheathed behind her waist was a wakizashi. She had entered the tournament for her own personal reasons and right now this person standing across from her was the last obstacle in her way before she'd get to her objective.
Said person standing across from the woman is a taller athletic dark-skinned man with green and red eyes, medium length black hair with red highlights in them wearing a red and black full body spec ops suit with black gauntlets and greaves of his own, and a pistol holstered on his left leg. This person however had entered the tournament due to someone cajoling him to do it but ended up enjoying himself all the way. Now he's close to winning it all and all he has to do is win this match.
"Would it be too much to ask you to forfeit? I can't guarantee that you'll come out of this unscathed if you continue. Unlike the others you've fought I've got nothing to lose." The kunoichi said.
Her male opponent just chuckled and wagged a finger at her. "You've got guts kunoichi-san, asking me to forfeit this match after I've earned my way here. Afraid you'll lose to me? Unfortunately for you I have no intention of backing down from this fight. So, may the better fighter win."
The kunoichi sighed at his response. "A shame…Don't say I didn't warn you."
The male fired back, "You did. I just ignored it."
With that the two got into their fighting stances and awaited the signal.
"GET READY…FIIGHT!"
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It all started when that invite to the martial arts tournament Dead or Alive came my way after my last mission. I'd just completed it and returned to base, and during the debrief with the Chief of Security, a soldier showed up with an envelope and gave it to my superior, who then read it and then gave it to me.
"You're hereby invited to the 3rd Dead or Alive Tournament."
Those words began a chaotic ride that I didn't know would be a catalyst that changed my life altogether.
The name's "Grim Eagle" and this is my story.
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A few months ago
'Another one bites the dust.' I thought as another fool fell at my feet.
Here I am inside a steel cage surrounded by bodies of knocked out fools. I'm in an underground street fighting tournament going undercover as part of a joint op between the CIA, KGB and UNWOP. My role was as the sweeper of the op which is to finish the mission if it goes FUBAR which me and the other two agents hoped never happened since we knew how messy it'll get if I'm to finish the mission.
"How are things on your end Grim Eagle?" The CIA agent ask on my hidden earpiece.
"Oh, so swell. I'm having the time of my life." I replied sarcastically. This was boring me the fuck out.
"Oh, don't worry comrade. We're almost done on our end. After that we'll be out of here." The KGB agent chimed in.
"Exactly, so hang in there. Maybe when this is over we'll buy you a drink." The CIA agent added.
"I'll hold you to that." I replied before ending the comm. They'll be done soon so I'll be wrapping things up on my end.
My opponent glared at me with contempt. The big bruiser had expected me to be exhausted from fighting the other fools that had thought I was the weakest link in this battle royale. How foolish indeed.
"It's down to you and me big, ugly and stupid. Let's get this over with as I have an appointment to attend to after." I taunted and got the reaction I wanted as the big brute charged at me and began swinging with haymakers, trying to knock my head off. Too bad he was failing epically and embarrassing himself as I danced around him with deft footwork and head movement.
I soon got bored of this charade and stood my ground as the brute prepared to throw another haymaker. Too bad he didn't get his chance as I landed a heart punch which stopped him dead in his tracks before he finally collapsed in a heap.
"Tch! I overdid that." I chastised myself as the cheers became even more deafening and the cage rose up. I ignored them all and the announcer and leaped off the stage just as the agents called in letting me know they were done and proceeding to extraction. I'm going to be joining them.
Heathrow Airport, London, England
Extraction went off without an issue and the mission was over. The CIA and KGB agents went on their respective flights back to their countries while I waited in my military fatigues at the gate for my flight.
Peaceful and relaxing but I kept my guard up just in case. You never know what can happen.
Which is why I spun around when I noticed someone clearly dangerous approach me. A 5'10" woman with light skin, silver hair wearing a white coat over a short black dress with matching shoes and a pendent around her neck. The woman had a brief look of surprise on her face before it vanished. She clearly didn't expect me to turn around.
"Can I help you ma'am?" I asked.
"I saw you at that underground tournament and I'm impressed that someone who looks so young could wipe the floor with all those brutes." The woman said.
Red flags instantly went off in my head. "I have no idea what you're talking about ma'am. You must've gotten me confused for someone else." I bluffed.
"Name's Christie. Ma'am makes me sound old. What's yours young man?" The named Christie asked.
"Jin."
"Jin? So, you're Japanese?"
"One of the names I can even remember. Been an orphan as far as I can remember. Joined the military for something better. Anyways I'll say it again I don't know about some underground tournament."
The woman smiled at me and said, "Oh! Maybe you're right. I must have mistaken you for someone else."
"You definitely did. My flight's about to begin boarding. Sayonara." I said ending the conversation and adjusted my duffel bag as I went to board my plane.
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Present Day
And like that I found myself invited to the 3rd Dead or Alive Tournament which I found very suspicious and so did my superior and Professor Vela. Professor Yashiro however didn't show any emotion…as usual. After some deliberation by my superior and the Secretary General I was given my latest mission.
Enter the tournament and have fun. That's an order.
Very unusual order indeed, but one I won't argue with. Hopefully this DOA tournament's worth my time.
Prologue End.
Yes. This is the same story with a few changes and a different name.
Grim Eagle's Stats:
Power 4/5
Speed 4/5
Striking 5/5
Throws 3/5
Holds 3/5
