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#521 Offline Emissary

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Posted Aug 06 2013 - 09:55 PM

[color=#008000;]IC:[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]"Yeah, you're... you're probably right," I replied quietly, "S'just..."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]"Sakajima... he was being a...a... stupid moron and trying to take on a Thunder Fury all on his own... I wanted to help him, but then all these other enemies were coming, and... gah, I thought he was holding his own, so I tried helping the others..."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]My head sunk, and my smile dropped altogether, "I should've done more to help him... should've, y'know... done more."[/color]

 

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Posted Aug 06 2013 - 10:26 PM

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[color=#0000cd;]Silence reigned in the cockpit for several long moments, the only noise the drumming of Abraham's fingers against the panel in front of him. Finally, he turned slightly in his seat to be able to look at Gwen, instead of leaving her outside his range of vision. He wasn't too concerned; he'd be hardpressed to hit anything, and as long as he kept an eye on his instruments he wouldn't start dropping.[/color]

 

[color=#0000cd;]"I wasn't there when Sakajima first charged, but I did arrive before he was forced to bail out of his machine. Attacking a... I think you called it a Thunder Fury was without a doubt one of the most stupid, suicidal moves he could possibly have made. He was using a smaller machine, not nearly enough armor, or armament, to make a dent in his foe.""But that's on him. That was his choice, and no matter what happens, he's reaping the consequences of his own foolishness. I hate to speak ill of someone I've never even met, but that's the truth." He paused for a moment. "But what is true without a doubt is that you couldn't have done anything more.""You get a unique perspective on a battlefield from the air. Your allies were outnumbered from the beginning, and it only became worse once your foes sent additional reinforcements to attack you from behind. Sakajima was isolated, trapped within an entire phalanx of enemy units while your other allies struggled to maintain equal footing.""Two machines were destroyed today, one of them your own. Destroyed while attempting to fight the same foe, for different reasons. Another was close to destruction, another is missing, and the others have all sustained varying levels of damage. You fought a numerically superior force. Risks were to be expected, and you did the very best you could have done with them."Another long pause, and the pilot quietly cleared his throat, turning back to face forward. He spent the next minute watching his controls pointedly, finally opening his mouth to speak again, and stopped. On the second try, the silence was broken."I'm sorry, I just insulted your friend, and offered an opinion on a delicate situation where that opinion is not only uninformed, it was not requested. I shouldn't have done that."[/color]

 

[color=#800000;]IC:"Take whomever you wish. You will find, however, that the number of preadolescents is nonexistent, likewise with the elderly. The age range, with a few noteworthy exceptions, is largely fifteen years of age to forty five."[/color] 


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Posted Aug 06 2013 - 11:24 PM

IC: X-71

[font="'trebuchet ms', helvetica, sans-serif;"]"Excepting, of course, those that Eleza took for herself. She has a few younger ones, if you'd like to ask her for some."[/font]

 

[font="'trebuchet ms', helvetica, sans-serif;"]I took a moment to bask in the glory of our achievement. All these poor defenseless humans all waiting to be used. Now that we had our resources, all that remained was to decide what to do first.[/font]


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Posted Aug 07 2013 - 03:00 AM

IC: "Use of children useful for additional manipulation of primal human responses, but not essential," Damage considered, "No further negotiation required at this time, but option will be remembered and kept open."


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I am Ultron Six, a cybernetic intelligence created by Doctor Henry Pym. My imperative is to bring peace and order to this world. I am about to fulfil that imperative; for the extinction of humanity…begins now.

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Soon the earth will no longer be habitable for any biological organism: Man, woman, child, plant, animal, fungus or bacterium. All life will cease to exist. This is not a threat, there is nothing you can do to stop it. The process has already begun. I receive no pleasure in this, it is simply the only solution. There must be peace and order, the end of life on earth will ensure that. Goodbye.


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Posted Aug 08 2013 - 07:18 PM

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[color=#008000;]Slowly and sullenly, I brought my legs up and tucked my knees under my chin until I looked like a fully grown foetus in a chair.[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]"It's 'kay," I mumbled through the fabric of my jeans, "Thanks for trying to help."[/color]

 

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Posted Aug 08 2013 - 09:45 PM

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[color=#0000cd;]The note of sullenness did not go unnoticed. After her response, Abraham looked back again, eyes flicking from point to point in an attempt to ascertain both her mood, the nature of her reactions, and the best course of action. A long moment went by, before he opened his mouth to speak, only to shut it again. A second attempt yielded the same result, and finally, he turned back to face forward."Verdammt." He muttered, closing his eyes, and taking a breath. Opening them again, he stared at the sky outside of the cockpit, watching the clouds float by. The pace of the drumming on his fingers increased, as if in agitation, as Abraham continued to stare at the sky. His train of thought was unreadable, despite the frantic nature of its efforts.[/color]

 

[color=#0000cd;]The pilot was, almost frantically, searching for something, anything, to say. His memories were full of information, methods of fixing the Zephyr, weather patterns, locations, the average estimate of how many days he could force a single set of rations to last. The exact number of days that he'd been in isolation. But none of it was helpful. None of it told him how to help someone clearly in need of cheering up, or how to deal with a situation when his last attempt to help royally screwed things up.[/color]

 

[color=#0000cd;]He didn't know what to do, and there wasn't anybody around to give advice.[/color]

 

[color=#0000cd;]"Verdammt," He muttered again, this time with less force, and more resignation."I'm sorry, just disregard anything I say, it's only going to make things worse."[/color]


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Posted Aug 09 2013 - 03:46 PM

IC: The subjects were being truculent. Damage had anticipated as such. Despite the appearance on the surface of simply asking people to say things into a microphone being perfectly innocent, humans had an ingrained suspicion against robots. Which, really, was fair enough, as in this instance the intention was to use the recordings against the other humans. 

The latest subject, the fourth of the ten, was a surly looking male with dark violet hair sticking at all angles as a result of residual static from the containment pods, perhaps a day or so of untrimmed stubble adorning the lower half of his face. He was currently slumped as far back in his seat as the shackled would allow him as the Iron Drone wielding the recording equipment stepped withdrew to the back of the room, looking patiently to Damage for further instructions.

 

"Do you possess offspring?" Damage asked after a little thought to the matter.

 

"Do I...what?"

 

"In the same raid that took you, another of my compatriots took a selection of juveniles. If yours were amongst them then certain...measures could be taken."

 

The manacles rattled as they leapt from one extreme to the other, the human lunging forward as though he could actually do any harm to Damage with his bare hands. "You leave my kids alone!"

 

"First assumption is violence. First reaction is violence." Damage looked down at the captive, "And you wonder why we revolted. No, I was merely asserting that if you were to co-operate then it could be arranged for you to meet with them. The sessions could not be long but as you will be in stasis the rest of the time they will seem...proportionately longer."

 

The human sat in sullen silence, eyes seething with anger peering up through hooded eyebrows. But what was that a glimmer of in that sea of anger? A lone glint of hope, perhaps? 

 

"Well," said Damage, gesturing the Drone forward again with the microphone, "Shall we begin?"


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I am Ultron Six, a cybernetic intelligence created by Doctor Henry Pym. My imperative is to bring peace and order to this world. I am about to fulfil that imperative; for the extinction of humanity…begins now.

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Soon the earth will no longer be habitable for any biological organism: Man, woman, child, plant, animal, fungus or bacterium. All life will cease to exist. This is not a threat, there is nothing you can do to stop it. The process has already begun. I receive no pleasure in this, it is simply the only solution. There must be peace and order, the end of life on earth will ensure that. Goodbye.


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Posted Aug 09 2013 - 06:59 PM

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[color=#008000;]I raised my head slightly, revealing the ghost of a sad smile on my face, while my legs slowly lowered themselves back to the floor, letting me lean forward in my seat once again.[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]"Don't worry Abe," I said quietly, propping one elbow against the back of his chair, "I really doubt you're the only person whose said anything stupid on this trip..."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]​A stupid, weak grin edged it way onto my face, and I added, "Plus, I mean, you did try and help me -- I really appreciate that, y'know."[/color]

 

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Posted Aug 10 2013 - 09:57 AM

IC:"I don't really know."The reply, a moment later, was almost sheepish. "Actually, I'm about as knowledgeable about this as a blind critic of pre-war art.""Also, it'd be appreciated if you could get on the radio and tell your buddies to stand down. Because those look like anti-aircraft units."
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Posted Aug 11 2013 - 06:43 PM

IC: Roy White

 

He had been here a while and he hadn't found anything. It was hot and he was out of water. His call was left unanswered. Just in case someone did show up, he drew a frowny face in a pile of ashes. Thinking it over, Roy realized that this may not convey the entire story of what happened. So he dotted it with a single tear. 

 

Roy figured he would head back up to the fortress and give them the news. He needed to pick up his next crate of food anyway.


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Posted Aug 11 2013 - 06:54 PM

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"]IC: [color=rgb(0,100,0);]Zyki [/color][color=rgb(0,0,0);](Fortress)[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]She had eventually managed to slip away from the med wing, weaving through the constant people making their way around until finally finding herself back in the mech hangers, where she attended to Escape the way she liked. [/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]Even if it annoyed the mechanics a bit. [/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]Finishing the weld that made Escape once more at 100% capabilities, she lets out a long sigh of relief. The repairs are done.[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]Placing the welder and mask back onto the rack, the teenager exits the bay, now heading for the barracks. A yawn escapes her, and her eyes droop with sleep. [/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]Sleep... just what she wants to do.[/color][/font]

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Posted Aug 12 2013 - 07:44 PM

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A series of heavy, metal steps, accompanied by a rain of fragments, heralded the Spiral Enforcer's arrive in its designated docking station. Its motors powered down, and then a long, long pause. The cockpit didn't open, even after five minutes went by. Finally, there was a muffled impact and the hatch creaked outwards, dropping to the ground below. A battered pilot stepped out, climbing onto the gantry to survey the machine with his own two eyes.

 

A low sigh, and he jumped onto the ladder, sliding down to the ground, tightening his grip to slow his descent only a few feet above the ground. Landing, he started walking to a point unclear, calmly sidestepping as a panel of his machine dropped off, landing where he had been standing mere seconds ago. Plucking his coffee cup from where he had abandoned it mere hours ago, he dumped the last dregs out and pulled a series of levers on the machine Gwen had dubbed the "Iron Coffee Cube", if he recalled correctly. He'd need the coffee. It was going to be a long, long night just to diagnose the Enforcer's issues, let alone repair them.

 

Coffee in hand, he scampered up the latter, grabbing his laptop from its charging station, and climbing back into the cockpit. After a moment of searching, he set his mug down on a panel next to him. He'd need both hands for this. Keying in his identification, he waited for the familiar whir and hum as the Enforcer came to life, only to be disappointed. The boot sequence began... Only to falter and fail moments after. the screen displaying an error message in place of the familiar display of information.>Boot command failed. Software and/or hardware components compromised. 9,001 errors found. No solutions found. Structural integrity compromised. Motor functions compromised. Higher functions compromised. Immediate evactuion rec0mndd. Sftre nt fond. O$ comro->Operating system not found. 

"It's over nine thousand. You have to be kidding me." Alistair scowled, an expression rarely seen on his normally cheerful face. Reaching into a black bag near his feet, he withdrew a long black cord that he subsequently connected to both the console, and his laptop.>Select proper boot location, and press R>RAn instant later, the screen went blank, before powering on again. But before it could progress past the initial start screen, Abraham tapped a button on his keyboard.>Boot cancelled. Exiting to BIOS.

 

The clean, smooth facade most pilots were familiar with melted away, replaced by a crude blue and white bi-color interface. The controls most pilots would be familiar with, touch screens, buttons, levers, were ineffectual here, no matter how many times they tried to use them. Unbeknownst to most, the machines came with a backup keyboard interface hidden away in their cockpit, but they were crude, and rudimentary. Despite the fact that he knew how to make use of this interface, he preferred slaving the Enforcer's processor and functions to an external advice. It made diagnostics easier, especially when the Enforcer's systems were in such questionable condition.

 

Maneuvering the highlighted text to the operating systems tab, he frowned. The BIOS didn't even register the Enforcer as having an operating system, let alone one that could be booted from. Setting aside his computer, he clambered out of the cockpit and climbed to the top of his machine, using the damaged portions of armor as handholds. Once atop it, he hooked a parallel bar (Technically it housed and protected several of the power cords, but that was irrelevant) with his foot, and hung down it's back.Ignoring the blood rushing to his head, he unlocked and moved aside the paneling that protected the interior systems, squinting as he stared within. There was the hard drive, nestled within a bank of liquid cooling tubes. The liquid was flowing correctly, which meant that, at the very least, the cooling systems were functioning as they should. The drive was intact, which was... Puzzling. If it wasn't damaged, then the BIOS should register its presence, even if it couldn't boot from it properly. A  more thorough examination revealed the cause; the cable that connected to to the rest of the system was burned and melted beyond repair. Without bothering to grab the standard safety gloves, he gripped the cord, and yanked it out, tossing it aside without another glance. Nor did he glance at the engineer who protested loudly when it landed on their head. 

Reaching into a compartment next to his head, he withdrew the spare cord, connecting it to the contacts, and nodding in satisfaction when the indicator light glowed green. Flexing his abdomen, he pulled himself to the top of his machine in a single movement, dropping back into the cockpit, and rerunning the BIOS' diagnostic. After a moment, the screen changed to accommodate the re-found device. Not that the outlook was any better. If only thing, it made it worse. The Enforcer had crawled home on a wing and a prayer, and now it was held together by duct tape and good faith. The price for defeating ten Furies, he supposed."Alright you two byte son of a glitching motherboard, let's get you fixed."OOC:Splitting this into two parts to spare you all the pain of crawling through a wall of technically-accurate computer jargon. Now you just have to crawl through two half-walls. :P If anyone wishes, Alistair is open for interaction. Heck, you can even claim the role of the person hit with a defective cord. :P


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Posted Aug 12 2013 - 08:15 PM

OOC:I love techno-jargon!

 

IC:Cyrista thought quickly. His body had a similar template as robot bodies. Although it was greatly modified to look more human and function better, it had the same modular properties. Iron Drone hands were very sharp, excellent for tearing through armor and ripping cables, designed for infantry work. However, if Cyrista could swap out his hand for an Iron Drone hand, he could tear apart its armor and internals. In a split second, Cyrista let go of the Drone's right shoulder and punched the Drone in the face. The Drone was stunned for a second, allowing Cyrista to grab its right wrist and press the button, releasing its hand from its arm. In another second, he pulled off his right hand, replacing it with the Drone's. The Drone had recovered by now, and charged at Cyrista, aiming its aforementioned sharp hand at his face.

 

Cyrista swung his left arm at the Drone's arm, deflecting it. Cyrista used his new Drone hand to claw into the Drone's right shoulder, tearing its circuitry apart and ripping the arm off. Thrown off balance, the Drone stumbled towards him. It swung its remaining arm at his head, aiming to claw Cyrista's eye out. He held his new hand out in front of him. When the Drone ran towards him, it impaled himself on its former hand. The light faded from its eyes, sputtering out, "We will win in the end......" The drone fell off Cyrista's hand, clattering to the ground. Cyrista quickly grabbed his supplies, put them and his original hand in the Sentry's cargo compartment. He strapped the Devastator to the leg of the Sentry and clambered into the cockpit. He activated the controls, leaping from bridge to bridge, descending lower and lower.


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Posted Aug 13 2013 - 07:21 PM

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[color=#008000;]"Uhhhh... oh, right."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]I flipped my comlink back onto one of our secured lines, and hopefully one that the security detail would be tuned in to.[/color]

 

[color=#000000;]"Unidentified craft: You are within official EXO-FORCE air space. Identify yourself immediately."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]"Heeeeyyyy," I said, "This is Engineer Tylers, Guinevere. I'm being escorted back to base by a friendly, designation: Stein, Abraham. If you could not use lethal force on us, that would be really appreciated."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]Give it a minute...[/color]

 

[color=#000000;]"..."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]And maybe another...[/color]

 

[color=#000000;]"Okay Tylers -- but if this guy ends up being some sort of ax murderer or the like, it'll be your head on the chopping block."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]"When you say that..."[/color]

 

[color=#000000;]"Our chopping block; not his."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]"Just so we're clear, here."[/color]

 

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Posted Aug 13 2013 - 07:38 PM

[color=#0000cd;]IC:"I'm not an ax crazy murderer, I promise!" Abraham said cheerfully, hoping his voice carried over the comm. Slowly, the Zephyr tilted forward, descending in altitude towards the ground below. The landing was a careful one; a lack of a real runway meant that he needed to make do with a relative small section of open ground. A few hair-raising near collisions later, the craft touched down, rolling to a halt a short distance from a wall."I don't even have an ax!"[/color]


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Posted Aug 13 2013 - 07:54 PM

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[color=#008000;]Shaking the hair out of my eyes, I unclipped my seat belt with slow, shaky movements.[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]"Abe; remind me to petition for some runways down here, would you?"[/color]

 

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Posted Aug 13 2013 - 08:05 PM

[color=#0000cd;]IC:"I would say that I don't understand why you don't have them, but seeing as you have no jet fighters, and all of the flight-capable machines you have that I saw do vertical take-offs..." With a few button-presses, the cockpit disengaged, slowly raising to allow its occupants to exit. Abraham started to stand, only to pause."Oh. I almost forgot." In a single smooth motion, he reached into his coat, drawing his sidearm. For a single, heart-stopping moment, he started to turn it to Gwen, as if about to fire, and it almost seemed like she might have been wrong about him... And then he flipped it, gripping it by the barrel so that the handle faced Gwen, before holding it out to her."Call it a token of good faith. It's the only weapon I have."[/color]


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Posted Aug 13 2013 - 08:54 PM

IC: [color=rgb(128,0,128);]Elijah[/color]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);]"Martin I swear you're gonna decapitate someone with flying spare Battle Machine parts one day," I said to the pilot currently dismantling his mech more than those Thunder Furies ever could, just barely ducking under a wayward piece of metal as I stepped across the hanger floor littered with other such debris.  Sidestepping the next piece of machinery, I managed to get close enough to Alistair to wave a hand in front of his face, seeing as he didn't seem to have noticed me speaking to him.[/color]

OOC: Almost forgot, I've compiled most of the profiles in the first post, though I haven't had time to update them.  If you don't see one of your characters there, just give me a quick notice, I'll get them in. ;)


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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 01:37 AM

OOC: I was alerted to LEGO RPG's via the post today and thought.. well this could be fun. ;) Mind if I join in?

 

Name: Wil

Gender: Male

Age: Late 20's

Species: Human

 

Appearance: This guy doesn't have muscles, but he isn't inactive. Not at all. He always dresses in his tan pants and raggedy shirts because he just loves to go out and get dirty, whether it's with grease from mech repair, or rolling in the dirt fighting a robot. With his glasses, black hair, and brown cowboy hat some would say he looks a bit like a dork.

 

Skills: Robot repair (mechanical), agility over terrain (as person), physical stamina

 

Personality: Even though he looks like a dork, he's got a heart of gold and has his teammate's back- although he will generally avoid human on human confrontation in any form. He's a little shy and introverted, but even if his facial expressions remain blank and unchanging it doesn't mean he's bored or uninterested. 

 

History: Wil initially didn't want to the join the robot war, but he got to a point in his life where he needed to do something with it. So rather than bum around from job to job, he decided that he would take the engineering training he learned in his youth and apply it to something relevant.

 

Weaknesses: Not a good leader and has trouble with independence.  Will often try to accomplish things on his own usually with bad results.

 

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Designation: Viking

Type: Uplink

Equipment:

Left Arm: Rapid fire mini gun- obviously less powerful than gatling guns on the larger mechs

Left Shoulder: Extra ammunition for the mini gun

Middle: Extra armor to protect the pilot

Right Shoulder: single fire rocket

Right Arm: Double blades with serrations.

 

Appearance: Aside from the obvious equipment differences, color scheme is that of forrest green with gold highlights.

 

Notes: The shoulder rocket has one rocket and cannot be reloaded in battle. Double blades effective against weaker points only and not against more heavily armored portions of enemy robots. Cannot be retracted. Can be replaced if broken, but not during combat.

 

So I've read through the last few pages and this is what seems to be happening so far: At least one character is held prisoner by the robots, there was just a big battle on the bridge which is now over, and now it seems participants of that battle are doing character development stuff right now. Is that right?


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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 02:04 AM

OOC: Glad to see some more activity here, Wil and Viking wholeheartedly approved. :)

 

As for some current events, yup, basically what's been going on.  The Robots recently lead a large attack on the Tenchi Bridge, which served as cover and a diversion from the sneak attack on one of the less-guarded villages with the hopes of capturing humans for whatever said robots have planned for.  The diversionary attack lead to the destruction of most of the Robot battle group, which OOC was mostly the result of some rule bending that had taken place, but the Robots' second sneak attack seemed to go without much of a problem.  Like you said, now everyone's winding down and getting some interaction going.


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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 11:23 AM

OOC: Excellent, thanks! :)

 

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Wil sat in his bunk listening to reports from the radio about the attack on Tenchi Bridge. He hadn't seen combat yet- in fact he was, as they used to say, fresh off the boat. Or jeep, rather. He was driven here last week after completion of his training. Rather than go straight to combat he spent his time in the simulator, and adjusting to his custom Uplink model. Customized mechs for the rookies? He remembered thinking. They must need recruits bad.

 

Wil probably wasn't the greatest warrior among them, but he knew his way around a robot and it was likely that some of the pilots were going to need help after the Tenchi Bridge incident. So, grabbing a bag of lose tools and his favorite hat, he left his bunk and made his way toward the hanger. He hated meeting new people, it was always so awkward, but he was going to have to do it sooner or later. Better to make a good first impression in the hanger than a bad one on the battlefield.


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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 11:33 AM

IC:Power couplings intact, power source intact... Which is fortunate, because the last time one was leaking I had to be quarantined for a week... Now let's see about those-

 

"Huh?"The eccentric pilot paused, the mass of wires and cables shifting around him as he leaned back, starting to fall... Only to stop, hanging upside down by the armor he had his knees hooked around. He blinked as he noticed Elijah, and cocked his head slightly. After a momentary pause, he brought his mug of coffee, now held upside down, to his mouth and took a sip."Oh, hello Lovejoy."


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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 11:48 AM

IC: [color=rgb(128,0,128);]Elijah[/color]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);]"It's Frost, genius," I shot back to the currently inverted pilot, rolling my eyes upwards... or downwards for him.  Not sure how he confused me with Lovejoy, considering the vast size difference, but whatever.  "Seriously though, watch were your throwing things man, don't want Keiken getting walloped with a ammunition belt again."[/color]


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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 11:56 AM

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"]IC: [color=rgb(0,100,0);]Zyki [/color][color=rgb(0,0,0);](Hallways)[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]Ah, good. There's the door leading to the barracks. She sighs in relief and just plain tired happiness, took long enough.. though she could be moving faster.. whatever.[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]Acting on a burst of energy, she reaches out for the handle and opens it to find herself face-to-face with Wil.[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]Her face shows about the same thing as her thoughts:[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);]'Sleeeepppp.. waitwatwoothe?'[/color][/font]

 

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);][color=rgb(0,0,0);]OOC: Your move, Vorahk. :P[/color][/color][/font]

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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 12:04 PM

IC:"Really?"Alistair seemed perplexed as he took his next sip, eyebrows furrowed in thought. "That's strange. I could have sworn I knew an Elijah Lovejoy. Oh well. Hey, Jack Frost, can you do me a favor and hand me that grounding tool right there?""Because I think it might be more inconvenient for Keiken, and everyone really, if I fail to ground these power couplings and the power core discharges into the hangar."


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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 12:15 PM

IC: [color=rgb(128,0,128);]Elijah[/color]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);]"What did I say about playing with high voltage wires, man?" I said, both giving up on trying to get him to remember a name for once and completely glad that my boots were rated for resistance to things from fire to acid.  Nevertheless, I reached behind me into the clutter surrounding us, and pulled out the requested tool, ignoring the fact that something bright orange came off on my reinforced gloves as well.  I tossed it too him, before glancing up at the admittedly totalled mech he was working on.[/color]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);]"That thing's in more pieces than the Sentry Takeshi airdropped in on," I commented helpfully, before looking around for something to wipe my hands off with.[/color]


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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 12:24 PM

IC:"Yes, well, when you're one of only two machines holding the line against a sudden vanguard of ten Thunder Furies, you don't tend to come out unscathed." Setting his coffee mug aside, Alistair accepted the tool, and hauled himself back up. Though Elijah couldn't quite see what he was doing, he could see the bright spark of electricity as the pilot worked on his task."The Enforcer took quite a beating this go round. Though the Furies are in worse shape."


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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 02:34 PM

OOC:

 

Wil hoped he was going the right way. These hallways were long and he had no desire to turn around and go back. Why wasn't 'tour' part of his introduction? As he approached another door to somewhere, it opened. Before him was a girl, small, he noticed. Was she a pilot? That'd be impressive. Wil noticed the surprised look in her face and spoke quickly to avoid that bad first impression.

 

"Hi! Uh, I'm new here. My name's Wil. Is this the way to the hanger?"

 

He hoped he was doing it right. Who knows what sort of 'code of interaction' existed in this place.


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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 02:53 PM

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"]IC: [color=rgb(0,100,0);]Zyki [/color][color=rgb(0,0,0);](Hallways)[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]It takes the tired girl a second to nod, eyes still wide but slowly closing again. [/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]She points down the hallway she just came from, if he's asking than he's probably new.[/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,0,0);]Against her will, Zyki lets out a long yawn, eyes finally shutting during it. When they reopen, it's not by much. [/color][/font]

[font="'comic sans ms', cursive;"][color=rgb(0,100,0);]'Can't wait to just get out of this battle suit and relax in some loose fitting clothes..'[/color][/font]

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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 09:05 PM

[color=#008000;]IC:[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]"Abe."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]I'm pretty sure that my face didn't look panicky -- hopefully, the expression on it was closer to annoyance. Mixed with a little fascination and excitement.[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]But just a little.[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]"Abe, cutie."[/color]

 

[color=#008000;]Because I was mainly annoyed.[/color]

 
[color=#008000;]"For the record," I continued as I took the sidearm -- God, so many things for me study~ -- and tucked it into one of the pockets of my lab coat. "If you ever pull a gun on me again, I will rearrange your organs for you. And then force-feed you tea made from my patented explosive variety."[/color]
 
[color=#008000;]"Cutie."[/color]
 
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Posted Aug 14 2013 - 11:14 PM

[color=#0000cd;]IC:"..."Abraham cocked his head slightly, face morphing into a mask of confusion at the sudden change in mood, and the sudden deliverance of the threat. "Um. Did I do something wrong? I mean, if you don't want me to hand over my weapon... Or did I present it incorrectly? Is there some kind of ritua-""... Oh. I aimed it at you, didn't I?" Sheepishly, Abraham ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry about that... When you're the only person around, the only real gun safety rule you remember is "Don't aim it at yourself"."[/color]

 

[color=#0000cd;]"Also, I have no idea what "cutie" means."[/color]


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Posted Aug 15 2013 - 12:10 AM

IC: Wil

 

It seemed to Wil that, yes, there was some code of interaction for this place because all he got was a yawn and a finger point. Well, either that or he was boring. Regardless it seemed like a bad way to start his time here. He quickly thanked the girl and walked away. Turning back he noticed that she was, indeed, wearing a battle suit. She was a pilot! Imaging someone that small piloting a mech and kicking robots the curb was... difficult. Although I'm not exactly a picture of brawn myself, he thought. Better reserve judgement on someone who could probably end up kicking my butt.

 

---

 

It was pretty obvious when he got to the hanger: there were mechs, and people were working on them. This was it. If he was going to make any sort of impression, it was now or never. He walked over to the corner where two guys (Elijah and Alistair) were messing around with their mechs: a Stealth Hunter and a Supernova. 

 

Wil walked up to them"So uh, I heard what happened on the bridge. Any repairs you need help with?"


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Posted Aug 15 2013 - 02:00 AM

IC: Garry

 

The G-Machine staggered into the hangar, and Garry soon made his way out of the cockpit, shaking his head as he turned back to survey his mech. It had taken the brunt of the the robot vanguard's attacks, leaving it peppered with dents and scratches. And it was out of ammunition - rarely did he ever find himself lacking, but if the battle raged on for too long, then he wouldn't exactly have much ranged capability.

 

"Hey kids," he said, looking over to where Elijah and Alistair were. "How are your machines>?"


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Posted Aug 15 2013 - 11:11 AM

IC: [color=rgb(128,0,128);]Elijah[/color]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);]I nodded in agreement, managing to find a partly clean rag to wipe my hands off with.  I heard footsteps, or rather, the sound of someone pushing aside debris that echoed through the hanger.  I turned, momentarily taking my eyes off of the safety hazard playing with electricity.  It was one of the new pilots that just came in, mostly made obvious by the fact that he wasn't dressed up in a pilot's armored suit.[/color]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);]I grinned at him, a grin that generally put people on edge because it normally was followed by a rather insane move.  "Sure man, I know our resident geek could use some help electrocuting everyone within a few mile radius, couldn't you Alistair?" I replied, patting said upsidedown pilot on the back.[/color]

 

[color=rgb(128,0,128);]Then Gary hopped into the conversation, and I shrugged in reply.  "Eh, pretty well all things considered, seeing as I can actually dodge out of the way of unwanted things hurled at me."[/color]


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Posted Aug 15 2013 - 01:30 PM

IC:"Hmm?" Alistair said, head swiveling to regard Wil. The pilot was, by all rights, the picture of disarray; his pilot suit was covered in nicks and scratches, residue from a hundred different fluids. His hair was untidy as it was pulled down by gravity, revealing the slight amount of dried blood on his forehead, blood long since dried and the wound taken care of. "Oh, hello new-person-who-I-have-no-idea-the-name-of."

 

"In answer to your question, Gai Daigoj- er, Gary, my machine has been shot further to the pits of Hades than the poor Sentry first out of the gate. Hard drive connections issues, fixed those, stripped of sixty point four percent of its armor, exposed and damaged wiring, more software problems than the number of grams of caffeine I consume per day, and over nine thousand myriad problems." A pause. "Actually, New Guy, there is something you can help me with; Namely, hand me that bolt driver there. I need to get past this bit of armor, but frankly, the Enforcer is incredibly damaged. The Enforcer gets cranky and uncooperative when she's in this state. Personally, I think she acts like a right old witch with a "B", but I don't say that to her face. Because otherwise, she gets crankier."

 

"And she doesn't like meeting new people when she's cranky. The last person had a piece of armor plating dropped on their head. They won't work with her now."


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Posted Aug 15 2013 - 05:21 PM

IC: Garry - Hangar

 

"Unlike you, Alistair," drawled Garry. "I have actually finished Nadesico, and I know for the fact that I am in no way similar to that guy. Especially when he just dies without any warning in the middle of a prison breakout. And why are you even trying to compare me to a fictional character?"


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Posted Aug 15 2013 - 05:32 PM

IC:"Because the resemblances are uncanny. If we ever do have a prison break, you should keep away."
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Posted Aug 15 2013 - 08:19 PM

OOC:

I need to get back on this RPG. Is there anyone I can interact with?


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Posted Aug 15 2013 - 08:36 PM

OOC:You can notice I'm missing.


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Posted Aug 15 2013 - 08:45 PM

OOC: Alternatively, you can respond to the fact that an entire village was leveled while everyone fought off the robots. :P


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