Brock Chesterson

Callsign: Maverick

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Brock chesterson

Once an LAPD detective along-side his old partner Caleb, Brock has led a troubled life. Growing up in an orphanage wasn’t easy – but he made it out. He thought his best friend was dead, but he still managed to save him – or what was left, at least. When the Triad killed Caleb’s wife in revenge, Brock was given custody of their daughter due to Caleb’s….mental condition. Now he gets the news he’s got a malignant brain tumor with a year to live – if he’s lucky. How can he secure this girl’s future with such a short time left?

Backstory


How did this shit get so fucked up? Eleven months…or less. Shit I guess there are things worse than death…Stark, damn. My Lily…

Thirty Seven Years Earlier…

There I was minding my own business – the orphenairum was funny like that. It had a way of making kids mind their own business – when there he was making trouble… He was like that. Fucking Stark, he didn’t mind his own god damn business…not when it came to girls. Some asshole was missing with Sarah, god how he loved her… and that was the other guy’s problem. He didn’t think, as he would put it he didn’t need to think – he just needed to feel it, and bam he hit him without hesitation. He was doing ok until the caretakers got involved. Like I said the orphanairum was funny like that, they would post rules like respect one another no fighting but had no problem with breaking an eight years arm for something like a damn school yard fight. I helped not because we were friends – that hadn’t happen yet – I helped because well… fuck the orphenairum.

They were bound to end up together. Hell, it was no surprise when he asked me…

Nineteen Years Later…

We were at the park eating lunch; Stark always had some pussy reasoning about why lunch was better in the park, damn… He was pacing like a mad man, bubbling like a fool, ha man if only I had a vid recorder so he could see how stupid he looked. I reached my limit and started laughing. Then that son of a bitch hit me with it: “I’m going to ask Sarah to marry me”, he said. So naturally my reply was “Stark, you’re such a pussy! What the hell took you so long?” He didn’t bother to answer me instead he had a request. “I want you to be my best man.”… Best man, what a joke, I wasn’t the best man…he was…

Man no sooner had they tied the knot then…then Lily came along…

Four Years After “I DO”


Sarah Holding Zoe

It was like fucking Stark won the lotto or some stupid shit like that. He was happier than high school freshman getting his cherry popped by the senior prom queen. Some guys are lucky like that, not knowing how good they really have it. We were on the way back to precinct when we got the call, shit changed and the catch of the day in the back seat would have to wait, some one very important was about to enter the city of Los Angeles. We got to the hospital as soon as we could, luckily I was driving – god only knows what street sign we would have hit if Stark was driving. He was greeted by a doc who was waiting for him; I sat back and called a rook to come pick up this piece of shit that was stinking up my back seat. I had a smoke or two before I made my way to the fifth floor, that’s where she would be. There he was, that son of a bitch holding his winning lotto ticket. Sarah laid in the bed resting while the nurse changed out her fluid drip. He looked up at me and said “Partner I want you to meet Zoey Jane Stark, can you believe it? I’m a father!” Before I could respond with a smart ass comment Sarah said something that would change my life forever. She said it in style that was common to her, serene and angelic, “It’s good to see you Brock. Caleb and I have talked about Zoey’s future and we would like you to be her Godfather.” She smiled, and that was that. What was I supposed to say they were my family…the only family I’d ever had.

Lily changed him, he was more determined. In turn he made me better… Damn we were good together. Fuck, we were unstoppable…

Fourteen Years Ago

We had just gotten back after fucking up the day for some low life piece of shit. That fucking guy really wanted to be someone…It did matter who got in his way. It could have been a damn granny crossing the street and baam he would just snap. Stark and I made sure that he was real “fresh” for processing. The cap’ called us over to his office, he told us close the door and sit down. This was the side of the cap’ that no one saw – the side of regret. He said “Congratulations Stark, Chesterson. Your being called up to the show.” The cap handed us our transfer papers, and life only become more interesting from that point on… We walked out and Stark turned to me and said “You know what this means right?” I took my time before I said something…”well” he said. I said what we both knew I was going to say “Yea I know what this means, it’s time to grab your nuts and get your pecker wet”….he looked at with grit in his stair “Fucking A Chesterson.” That’s how we were… men who knew that your balls had to be strapped on tight when it came time to put work in…

He was focused and gung-ho…no matter the odds no matter what needed to be done he was going to get it done and I was there to back him up…I think he thought of Lily and Sarah…that was enough for him…He would do anything to keep them safe…even if that meant changing the world…one bad guy at a time…

Five Years In The Show

The NPA never saw a small case, this is a true fact. But every now and then some fucking guy was just special enough to know some other prick which meant that the word would come down to get me and Stark assigned to the same case. See the thing you have to understand is that when you’re in the NPA you’re expected to go where you’re needed, so me and Stark didn’t always get to work together even though we were partners. We got the word…Abduction – Mathew Ito. We had limited time to locate the whereabouts of this missing VP from Cyberdyne and extract. No fucking problem – these mother fuckers had no idea what was about to happen. Me and Stark were about to turn their whole god damn world upside down. Two hours after receiving our briefing we had the general location of our target. He was being moved from location to location. Field of operation identified to be contained to five square kilometers. Location refined to one central warehouse. Three hours from the time we were briefed we were ready to kick in the mother fucking door. That’s how we worked… quick and to the point. Me and Stark knew people and we made sure to make good use of that knowledge. No time for back up…who the fuck needed back up? We were in the fucking NPA, we were the back up. We entered, four sentries down no alarm triggered. How the fuck were we supposed to know that shit was about to go bad. I really don’t like to remember that night. But I can’t get the way it ended out of my mind. We had our target, but no way out. Then that mother fucking cock sucker said it. “Take him and get out Chesterson ill cover you”…I should have said something, done something. I had our objective under cover…three more went down…things went black…then we were out… waiting for emergency extract. The objective was clear but where the fuck was Stark…..I remember looking back running toward the door I just came out when the whole fucking building went up…boom…then he was gone….

I forever shall miss my friend…Caleb Stark, call sign “Zeus”. I was there because I was expected to be…his funeral is too painful to remember…I’d rather remember when I got my water Lily…

The Week After I Said Good Bye

Sarah called me a few days after Caleb’s funeral, she told me that Zoey had gone missing and she hasn’t be able to find her. Fuck me, there was no way I was going to lose more of my family. I told Sarah to calm down and that I’ll take care of it. I went to her school where she had last been seen. Her teacher told me that Zoey told her that she was going to meet her daddy…Her teacher didn’t know what had happened the week before. My next stop was a place I did not want to go back to. I can’t believe that I had the fucking balls to go back… there it was a fucking piece of marble that was supposed to represent my friend, what a fucking joke. Then it caught my eye, the water lilies were fresh. I hit me like a ton bricks, I knew where she was…When I got to the part it was just as I remembered it. It was full of fucking dirt bags and hopelessness, except for one place. It was where he liked to go when he wanted to feel gay and full of hope or some stupid shit. He must have shown her this place and they must have come here often. There she was setting by the water where all the water lilies gathered. I asked her “You doing ok champ?” She looked up at me, her expression told me she knew that her life would never be the same and that fucking sucked. An eight year old should never understand something like mortality…She finally spoke “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here forever.” I didn’t know what to say, this kind of shit wasn’t my thing…it was his. So I said the only thing that came to mind “Why babe?” She looked back at the flowers and said “Daddy really loved these flowers. I want to be stay here and be a flower.” “You can’t stay here babe, your mom will miss you too much.” She looked back at me and said “I miss Daddy.” “Did he tell you about these flowers? They are called water lilies and your father used to feel hopeful when he would come here. He used to talk about you and your mother and that was when he was the happiest.” She said something I would never forget, “I want to be a water lily…” “You can be your mother’s lily and if you want – only if you want – you can be my lily.”…she ran up to me and I took her home….

I never picked up a partner after him…what was the point. It was up to me to make sure that shit was done right and I was about to let anyone else fuck it up for me…

Six Years Ago

Johnny Chang made it out of the ware house through the good graces of something that wanted to see that piece of shit live. He was alive and my partner was dead or so I thought. I was in charge of investigating a series of murders that involved high ranking members of the Yakuza. One by one someone was eliminating the control the Yakuza had over the Long Beach harbor. My money was on Johnny fucking Chang. I was determined on making sure that fucking bastard’s luck ran out. Then someone through me a bone…This again would change my life…this time for the worst. Kasumi Mayu contacted me, she tells me that she knows where I could find my old partner and that he needs my help. This fucking bitch, if I knew then what I knew now I would have put a bullet in her fucking face. She gave me the contact information to Jason Takahashi, she told me that I would need his help to get in and get “him” out. I mean what was I going to say, no I’m fine my life is good the way it is, go fuck yourself. She told me about project Valhallah… I felt sick to my stomach. This was my opportunity to kill Johnny Chang, Kasumi Mayu, and get him back. I was in….

I remember “meeting” Jason Takahashi a.k.a. The Machine

24 Hours Later

The status quo…he told me, it needs to change. Needless to say I asked him what the fuck is that supposed to mean. He struck me as a weaselly little prick that I wanted to hurt. I didn’t have a good reason I just felt the need to put my boot in his ass. “The rich get richer and poor get poorer” he finished. I really didn’t give a shit about his agenda I just needed his help, in and out, that’s all I needed. Then he hit with his price, I should have known…nothing in life is free….”I need someone to watch my back…” that was a simple request I could do that. ”He took a moment before he says something…”I’m in the information game, I keep the right people in the know…some people other people take offense to that, go figure. I know what happened to your partner, further more I know what you are investigating regarding the Yakuza’s loss of power. I’ll let you know when I need your help and in turn you can call on me for help when you need it. I’ll let you know if I have any expenses that you will need to cover…before you ask how I know…as I said I’m in the information game” …then his calling card was gone and the screen in the department store I was in turned back into and advertisement…he was good…

The time came…I got him…and ended Chang…two birds with one stone

A Month After The Department Store

We set the game plan before I went in. The machine would send live feed of the layout and prep each room before I would go in, one by one he would turn off the lights. I would encounter four check points and approximately thirty to forty on duty personal…no fucking problem. I showed up just as planned. The night was typical of any rainy night except that this night a lot of fucking people were going to die. I checked my com link with the Machine…things were a go. I approached the entrance and it was clockwork, the Machine hit the lights the guards caught one a piece in the head. I set the Judge up with a custom made silencer, these fucking Triad punks had nothing. The rest of the way there went the same way…The Machine would wait until lighting would strike then he would knock out the power for the upcoming section, open the door, and boom I would hit them. The Machine even managed to capture their last audio check-in, he had the could play it back when needed…he was good…I made it to the goal…on the other side of the door there would be one man.. and my partner…fuck I wasn’t ready to see what I saw. I walked in, Johnny Chang didn’t even notice, why would he… as far as he knew everything was in order no one failed to check in. The room was ill let for the size of room it was. Three things could be seen from where I was standing, Johnny Chang was facing away from me looking at some son of bitch that had the shit kicked out of him, he had balls though, Johnny Chang made him an offer and the old man spat in his face…I didn’t know who he was but I liked him immediately. About three yards past the guy in the chair there was lab tech working on what they called project Valhallah… I walked up closer, this was personal, very personal. I don’t even remember what the fuck he was saying I didn’t care… I hit him with a knife in the shoulder and shot the tech in the leg. The tech screamed but I didn’t care there was no one left to respond or so, I thought,…but still I kicked him the face…it shut him up quick. I walked back over to Johnny, that’s when I noticed that man tied up was Hiroko Nakamura over boss of Southern California. Johnny Chang had worked his way up…I’ll have to give him that…he looked up at me when Mr. Nakamura said something that stopped me from putting a bullet into his fucking head…at least for a moment ”when you’re done with him make it quick because I have a debt with the devil and he is ready to collect…but know this I distinguish myself from this filth, I only regret that I will meet my end in the presents of such a degenerate ” I kicked the gun away from Chang and turned to face Mr. Nakamura “what make you think I’m here to kill you?”…he coughed up some blood and replied “I know who you detective, I’ve not known someone of your reputation to pass on a prime opportunity…two birds with one stone as they would say.” I looked him straight in the eyes and told him “It’s easy…I have no beef with you… just him” he laughed and said “I have a long memory detective, and I do not intend to have the courtesy go unreturned” I looked back at Johnny and told Mr. Nakamura “When I’m done with him I’m going to get my partner then I’m going to walk the fuck out of here…” I twisted the knife out of Johnny’s shoulder, pulled the Judge out and aimed at his mouth…then I let it pass its’ sentence… 454 casull. I turned my attention to the tech…I walked past Mr. Nakamura and cut his ties. I told the lab tech not to give me any shit…and he didn’t. I wanted to find Kasumi, but the tech told me she was long gone…fuck it, I would catch up with that bitch sooner or later…funny at that point I thought I was free and clear…damn, it’s fucking crazy how quickly things turn to shit in a shit storm. It took me taking three bullets in the back and the Machine blowing the building to get out, but I fucking did it…I fucking did it…I got him out.

Man he wasn’t ready for what I showed him…He was more than eager to help, why wouldn’t he, I was giving him something new something that he had never seen before. It was time for him to repay his debt…

The Next Day

Ito told me that whoever came up the design was extremely talented at what they did. This design was something completely new and very complicated. I needed to know if this fucking thing was my partner or only project Valhallah. He said to give him some time and he would let me know…He contacted me in three days, he told me something that I dreaded from the moment I left his lab, not only was he project Valhallah I learned what it meant to really be project Valhallah. I asked Ito if it would be possible to remove all the stupid bullshit from his data bank. He told me that he could “I can remove data log as requested detective, however it will remove part of the protocol that is currently keeping him in his current dormant state. Based on the data he will be very unstable which will be difficult to manage given that amount of augmented strength and the agility the diagnostics indicate.”…Fuck I hated myself more than I ever had…he kept talking…”He was in the process of being converted to be completely autonomous, however the protocol did not complete which allows a previous state to be reinstated. He will be dependent on orders from a sole instructor. He does not have the capacity to expand that part of his directive at the moment. I suspect they set that in place to avoid any betrayal, what they did not count on is the fact that I can reprogram that to another instructor.” I didn’t give a shit, all I wanted to know if he could be turned back into the guy I used to know. Ito didn’t have good news “I can attempt to unblocked cerebral jammers but it may be traumatic to the host. Furthermore we still need to address who will be the POC for his directives moving forward. You are the obvious choice however you need to understand the amount of dedication it will take to ensure the new protocol takes the way we intend it to take.”…I couldn’t leave him like that… fuck… I told him to do it…

My selfishness finally caught up with me…who know that the fucking Triad would have the balls to respond the way they did…I would gladly swap my life for hers…

A Week Later

This shit was one hundred percent my fault…it eat away at my soul until there was nothing left…The Triad wanted to know what happened to their fucking project killer…so they went after his family…Sarah was murdered on her way to go pick up Zoe from school…I walked away from Sarah funeral hand and hand with Lilly…she was older now …I didn’t need to explain that she would never see her mother again…The lawyer told me that everything was done and I would be her sole care taker, I immediately changed every record on file for Zoe Stark to deceased. She would a have a new life as Lilly…

Today is going to be a long fucking day…

Today…Back To Reality

It’s time to grab my nuts and get my pecker wet…I have newbies to break in…


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Character Points

Date Change Spent Unspent
Starting n/a 320 0
8/27 Gained 1 Gold Point (First Day – Investigation) 320 1 gold
Gained 6 points from Prestige change 320 7 gold
Gained 2 Gold points (Brock Arrives) 320 10 gold
9/22/12 Gained 4 Gold points (An Old Friend) 320 14 gold
6/1/13 Gained 6 Gold Points (New Assignments) 320 20 gold

Brock Chesterson

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