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Post by Skye on Jan 18, 2006 9:55:52 GMT -5
Name: Keira Johnston i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/Laurlie/htk1-1024.jpgAge: 23 Height: 5’ 7” Mech: Capricorn www.deviantart.com/view/16336780/ Capricorn stood atop a building, a building that once stood in splendour, where glass would once reflect the fiery suns rays, which now only let the cold of snow slowly disintegrate the old city. Keira thought back to the stories her mother used to tell her of her great grandmother. A fierce lady she was, she stood up against Bonegrinder along with many of her friends. The fight they had put up lasted years, the problem was Bonegrinder could keep regenerating his fighters and they couldn’t, they had just enough followers but many people still viewed the fight against Bonegrinder futile. The last ditch effort was throwing themselves and their army of followers into the front ranks of Bonegrinder’s army. They were so close, so close, but they didn’t totally win. They had reached Bonegrinder and managed to hack him to near death, his army almost totally depleted to nothing, the humans gave him a fight he would never forget. Most died, survivors scrambled away, all that were left in the battlefield were the dead, except for one; Bonegrinder. His power was drained his strength was leaving him as quick as his substances from his wounds. Surrounding him were the ones who dare put their weapons against him, he had killed them but it was they who had savagely hacked his body into submission, his boney armour lay in shambles and his grey flesh bloodied to a point where no one could recognize what this bloody pile of meat really was. Two figures appeared from the smoke, from the death lying all around. i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/Laurlie/evil_01.jpgi5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/Laurlie/evil_02.jpg“Bonegrinder,” they said in unison, “The brothers we are, we starve for destruction of humans, we thirst the power you possess.” Bonegrinder had only weakly looked up at them both, “My brothers… you only come now, not when I needed you, you will never get my strength, my smarts, nor my power.” The brothers looked at each other solemnly and returned their gaze down to Bonegrinder, their fallen brother of past. “We have changed much since you have seen us last, and so have you. Long have dark powers ravaged your body into a twisted being. No longer you look like us, your robes used to be red, your skin the embers of the sun… no…” they both shook their heads,” we cannot let you pass this life, but you can pass onto the next.” www.gungfu.com/pics_general/pics_swords/swords_chinese_9-ring-broadsword.jpgA weapon appeared in both their hands, one with a green fabric, another with a blue, “you do not even put your trust within your lost sword no longer, goodbye brother.” A downward thrust is what really ended the war, two brothers left the battlefield, blessing it, leaving a brother behind. One survivor, one bloody human survivor lay still near Bonegrinders dead body. With a heave the man got himself onto two feet and began the long journey back to the city. Since then, the earth began a slow change, ice, snow, and rain ruled the land. Cities had to be changed. Shields were erected, a biosphere. The fertile ground within cities took up huge spaces of land, and without the heating or the energy shield, the ground would have been frozen solid, as well as any other living thing. Keira sighed it was time to head back home, her shift was done. She thought she saw two figures in the distance, looking up to her mech however when she took another look, only the wind picked up a drift of snow. Currently it was raining around the city of Dawnista; however inside the energy shield Keira knew it would easily be a comfortable, summer temperature. She smiled to herself as she reached a door located at the base. It was double doors, one of seventy around the whole city base. When the doors had opened, Keira entered and sanitation tank where from there she moved on into the city. Boosters activated she smoothly flew over the people, the busy streets, and tall buildings. Atop every building there was a landing pad, a huge one for mechs who needed to recharge their boosters. Keira landed on one where several other mechs were as well. A few took off and she only followed soon after. Ahead of her, a tall building in the middle of the city stood, awaiting her arrival. Atop this building stood a spire, very much the same as thousands of others scattered throughout the urban metropolis. These are what kept the shield up, if one went out there were thousands more to back it up. Upon landing at the foot of the building, Keira walked her mech into a hangar that stretched out from the side of the building. When she exited Capricorn she waited for a transport to come along, which would quickly drive her and other pilots to the main building. www.brickshelf.com/gallery/DanJassim/HoverTransport/hovertransport-a1.jpg (I know, Lego, it’s the only picture in Google that kinda had my idea) “Nothing to report, Johnston?” “No sir, I thought I saw them, Morgrim and Teighraq however it was a snow drift.” “So you haven’t seen production yet?” “Sir?” Keira suddenly became confused as her boss, Tiegan, spun around in his high, leather back chair, a lit cigar between his teeth. “Vecix, reported the brothers had made some forces of their own. Robotic ones. He managed to spy on a few of them. We’ve sent more guys out to collect some data.” “How advanced are they?” “Very. They have mechs like ours but the creatures are organic.” Keira nodded Tiegan wiped his hand across the cherry oak table in front of him, “I’m having a meeting on Friday, noon, please come, we’re going to present any data collected. Your dismissed.” “Will do.” Keira turned on her heel and left. Keira sat herself near the front row of a large room, huge with thousand of seats facing one stage with a pedestal. Behind the pedestal was a large half dome, it looked as though there were several openings upon the top of it and heat vents just below. Soon Tiegan came striding out and greeted everyone, “I’m going to make this short and simple. Morgrim and Teighraq have begun creating things just like Bonegrinder,” whispered voices began chatting amongst themselves at the name of Bonegrinder. “Their intentions are clear, they do not want to make peace, they are making fighters.” Typing in a keypad just in front of him, the holes in the dome suddenly showed off different coloured lights, hundreds of them creating huge images in the air, a hologram of complete detail. www.visualart.ro/galleries/bizarde/1.jpg www.visualart.ro/galleries/bizarde/2.jpg“The creatures the brothers have created are more based off humans, we like to call them Rhalends,” Tiegan continued, “they are especially dangerous when they are armoured.” www.visualart.ro/galleries/bizarde/3.jpgA puff escaped his mouth as the cigar moved, he continued on, “Apparently they’ve got workers too.” www.visualart.ro/galleries/bizarde/4.jpg“They’ve created transports,” www.visualart.ro/galleries/bizarde/6.jpgwww.visualart.ro/galleries/bizarde/8.jpg“…and these are the only recorded mechs so far.” greywolf.critter.net/images/gallery/meka/3-mecha.gif Everyone became silent after the visuals. “I’m afraid we are on the brink of another war, we must train every able bodied man and women to pilot mechs, we need more mechs made, more soldiers… We need to prepare this time, I have a feeling this war will be much worse.” Keira stood silently. “Keira.” “Do the brothers have a city of their own? Or do they just have a simple base of some sort, just getting them by?” “We believe the brothers have built themselves a city, but where we do not know. It must be underground. However we must find it before they become too powerful.” Keira nodded her thanks and sat herself down. More questions followed after that until the meeting was adjourned. Keira made her way to another hangar, a different one where Capricorn was ‘parked’. Once reaching her mech Keira went up the catwalk, it was her shift to get outside the city, she needed to find more information. OOC- You can either be human or a commander in the ranks of Morgrim and Teighraq's army (which you don't have to look like a Rhalend. If you are with Teighraq/Morgrim I shall PM you to tell you the location of the city in which you stay, so no humans know where it is.
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Post by demented on Jan 18, 2006 14:38:10 GMT -5
Name: Remy Wrighton RemyAge: 21 Height: 5’ 6" Mech: Mirage--------------------------------- Beep... beep... beep... beep...Remy groaned from under her sheets, not quiet ready to get up. Being on the night shift had left her in a constant state of weariness. It didn't help that the commander always gave meetings during the day.. During her precious sleeping hours. She cursed and slammed a fist onto the blinking box on her nightstand, peeling the sheets off her body. Stretching her lean limbs with a sigh, she hopped out of bed, throwing on some clothes that were lying around her messy apartment. Out the door in 10 minutes, her teeth brushed, hair thrown back with a bandana, Remy exited the building she called home, a dorm building for Pilot Mechs, those who didn't have anywhere else to go. A few flights of stairs and one cup of coffee later she was on the roof to where Mirage was being held. She patted the leg of the large Mech, and entered it, flying the short way to where the meeting was to be held. There were a couple pilots already exiting their mechs, and entering the building, and Remy glanced at a watch. "12:05" it read, five minutes late already, true Remy style. Tiegan spoke of the Brothers and their new advances in technology, a slide show, which despite the desperate nature of the situation, Remy could barely keep her eyes open through, the only thing keeping her awake being the thought of a battle, new excitement, and finally getting to show off her piloting skills, rather than just playing city guard. Keira stood and asked about the brothers living conditions and Remy smirked, thoughts of bombing and destroying it entering her mind. After a few other questions Remy raised her hand, not willing to get up out of her seat, she was running on less than four hours of sleep, so she figured she had an excuse. "Does this mean I'm off night shift?" She asked, a signature smirk on her face, the same one that got her on night shift duty in the first place, well that and Mirage's incredible ability to blend in perfectly with the black nights. Tiegan just returned her glance with a serious stare, telling her they would have to see. "Well then could we maybe have our meetings later? Us night-shifters already have it hard, and getting our asses out of bed this damned early isn't helping us much." She mouthed, typical for her. If she weren't such a good pilot she would be disbanned. Many people rolled her eyes at her, her disrespect offending. She noticed this and added, a little late, "Sir." "We will have this discussion after the meeting is dismissed, Wrighton." Tiegan stated, his jaw clenched tight. After another lecture about disrupting meetings when everyone else had left, Remy made her way back to the hangar, feeling much like a misbehaved school child. Most of the pilots were already gone, a few lingered with their mechs, chatting and such. Remy pulled out something close to a cigarette, lighting up and taking a drag. She sat herself next to Mirage, lounging and finishing her smoke, not quite ready to go back to the dorms yet. (OOC: hope thats alright -_-")
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Post by Archangel on Jan 19, 2006 2:03:31 GMT -5
Name: Ruger Flynn www.deviantart.com/deviation/27872707/ (minus the blade) Age: 24 Height: 5’ 10” Mech: Raiden www.deviantart.com/deviation/5736935/ (Just so you know, on Raiden's back are a pair of boosters designed to help this thing fly) IC: "Hey Keira! Wait a minute!" Ruger came running up to the girl, his face flushed, his breathing heavy. "Damn girl, you get out here fast! What did you do, fly? Sheesh..." Ruger knew Keira, at least a little bit. They were about the same age, and had been working the same shift for at least a year now. So even though they were on opposites sides of the city, they still saw each other when they were ready to leave and coming back, and they knew each other loosely. He considered Keira a friend, she was a good person, and she seemed to think the same about him. Even though he was a little rough around the edges. Ruger was kind of a "bad boy" type. He was always flirting with danger, not to mention loads of women. He piloted a mech that was bizarre, a prototype ground mech functioning with limited flight capabilities, and he knew he was an odd man out. He constantly disobeyed his superiors, fudged the rules, and played with the concepts of "fairness" and "justice". That was his way. He pulled out a pack of cigarrettes, and, considering how rare they were, it was probably stolen. As soon as he was done puffing for air, he started puffing on the cig. And even as he did so, he noticed the other girl off to the side, what's her name? Remy... Yeah, Remy. She was smoking too. But anyways, he focused back on Keira. "So hey, Keira. Ready to head back out there again? Sounds like the Brothers just upped the stakes a bit in this war, don't you think? I mean, if they can fashion shit like those Rhalends and other things, who knows what they could do beyond that. Right? So...I was wondering...if you needed any help out there, you know, maybe somebody nearby to watch your back?" He asked it as smoothly as he could, even though he was a little nervous. Keira was not an ordinary girl that he could impress with his talk about piloting a mech and guarding the city. Hell, she was a better pilot than he was, for sure, and they both knew it. So he had to work on a different tack here, if he wanted to get any closer to her.... (OOC: I wanna know more about the world, and if somebody could fill me in on it, that'd be great! Thanks)
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Post by Skye on Jan 19, 2006 7:17:04 GMT -5
Keira looked at Ruger, her lip curled in a smirk. "well if it makes you feel better," she gave him a light punch on the arm, "you can watch my back." "I hear those transports they got are pretty fast, can take any good mech pilot a run for their money." She looked faroff for a moment, then laughed, "well the Brothers can throw whatever they want to Capri', we'll dish em' out. And!" she put a finger up and looked to Ruger, "with you watching my back, we'll grind em' up good!" she grinned. Crude humour was the pilots ways, and if they had any chance to fight enemies, is was done so willingly. Keira suddenly stopped, looking up to Capricorn, "well here I am, where's Raiden?"
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Jan 19, 2006 10:06:55 GMT -5
Name: Sgt. Daniel LioneyeAge: 28 Height: 5’ 11” Mech: Zephyr, an aerial unit built for speed and agility; it's role is tactical strike unit. "Sergeant," a voice behind them cried. Half of the pilots stood at attention, the others didn't so much as look. "At ease, soldiers, and it doesn't matter what I say to these other pilots..." He looked the more uninterested ones over with a glare, "Now, you arrogant assholes, guess who gets to go out on frontier patrol? That's right, slackers. Now get your lazy asses in gear and move out before I have you all shot!" "Excuse me, sir." a female pilot asked, "what about the rest of us?" Lioneye sneered, "Day and afternoon shift for the rest of the week at your leisure. I'm sure the slackers won't mind pulling more nights..."OOC: If that means you, well... Have fun
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Post by Archangel on Jan 19, 2006 14:59:09 GMT -5
"Damn straight! We'll grind 'em like corn meal!" Ruger whooped, and jumped a little in the air. Then he gave Keira a smile, and turned away. Taking a last drag on his cigarette, he tossed it down and ground it under his foot. "Raiden is right over there, Keira, I'll go jump in and we'll get going!" He headed over to where Raiden was, pushed up against the edge, kinda out of the way. It was a small mech, not exactly a powerhouse, but what it lacked in size it made up for in speed and sheer tenacity. The four mounted guns were deadshots, it was incredible what he could hit with them, and he carried a laser blade in his left hand, which he was deadly with. Plus, because Raiden was equipped with wheels and not normal legs, the mech could move faster than any other mech that wasn't flying. The thing moved like a racecar compared to the others when on the ground, and while its flight wasn't 100% yet, it was still enough to keep it going. Ruger was intensely proud of Raiden, and he loved piloting the little fireshot.
As he reached Raiden, Sergeant Lioneye appeared. Ruger didn't bother saluting. He had no love for the sergeant, and never saluted him unless under gunpoint. Not that he had a problem with him....he just had a problem with authority. As he mentioned slackers, Ruger scoffed and started to board his mech. He didn't care about getting the shit jobs around this place. Hell, he loved it! If they made him work 18 hour shifts every day, he'd probably die happy. Normally it was boring as hell, and there was nothing to do but just sit around and wait. But now, with a threat out there, it was time to get some real action in, to really test out Raiden and give it a workout. So he looked forward to heading out with Keira, and would enjoy it even if the sergeant hadn't sent him out there.
As he hopped into his seat in the cockpit, he stroked the mech's control board lovingly. "Hey Raiden, old buddy. I'm back. Let's get a move on, ok?" He chuckled, and fired up the generator. The mech jumped to life, all systems operational, everything functioning perfectly. He clicked on the com system, and tuned into Capricorn's frequency.
"Hey Keira, I'm ready when you are! I'm heading wherever you're going!" Clicking off the talk button, he began the process of moving the mech. It was slow, but just for the first few seconds as the engines heated up and the hydraulics functioned. Soon, Raiden was running hot and feeling good, and Ruger laughed as he engaged the boosters and rose off the pad. There were other mechs doing the same, rising up off of the building along with him. He felt a little extra drag on his right foot, adjusted the boosters to compensate, and haltingly rose into the air.
"Come on, dude. Come on. Just a little higher..." He whispered quietly, working the controls manually. He was always just a little nervous when using boosters this high up and this long. Normally they were for jumps and short flights on his mech, but his superiors had asked him to start using the boosters more to try them out, make sure they were working. He would fly to the gate out onto the frontier, and then make tire marks from there. Manuvering carefully, he gently began to fly towards the gate, sweating the whole way. He watched as the heat gauges rose higher and higher, the systolic pressure increasing, and the whole mech began to shake. He laughed out loud, a nervous and worried laugh, but a laugh in the face of death all the same. He just wanted to be on the ground again............
(OOC: Hope that was ok. Laurie, lead me out of here? I dunno where I'm going)
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Post by nightmare on Jan 19, 2006 15:10:45 GMT -5
Bios: Matthew Gigi is back, a lone survivor, kept youthful with help of an antivirus injected long ago. The antivirus keeps him safe in a modern ice age, but wounds do not heal. He fights with abandon, knowing Bonegrinder's brothers must be stopped, knowing death beckons. With only a handful of ammo left, with only Eclipse and Sunrise at his disposal, will a new world laugh at an old hero, or welcome him with open arms...?
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Post by nightmare on Jan 19, 2006 15:13:01 GMT -5
Matthew. The name is spoken with respect. The man? Thought dead. He is a legend, and as such, people would be left like a deer in headlights watching him walk in a wasteland of ice and snow, cloak billowing behind as if a shadow.
"Hm..."
The old hero mumbled, blizzard raging, until it's winds died down all of a sudden. Something was coming. They were coming. The sounds resembled jet engines as Strikes launched past, speed beyond sonic. He stood strong, and looked back quickly, body in motion. A Phantom swooped low, behind him (now infront of him) as it's hatch flipped open. The old hero watched as Rhadends leapt out, armor on, weapons ready, eyes on him. The lead one spoke, a gluttoral sound coming out of a deformed mouth, "YOU ARE THE OLD HERO WHO STOOD UP TO BONEGRINDER? HA! YOU ARE PUNY. YOU ARE..."
"Yeah yeah, shut up. I don't do autographs."
Before a Rhalend could react, Matthew's hand drew a black shotgun out of a cloak which blew away. It read "Eclipse" on it's side, and promptly shot a hail of bullets at it's wielder's now, very dead, opponent. The remaining Rhalends cried out with anger. "HOW DARE YOU, HUMAN! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT WITH YOUR LIFE, INFIDEL!!!"
"Heard it. Now, ya gonna actually do somethin' about it?"
Matthew's smirk dissapeared as more Phantoms swooped down. And more. And more. They all let out 10 Rhalends. And as more swooped, Matthew whistled. "Wooo... I'm outta 'ere!" The old hero spun and ran, well aware of many wounds making a sprint quite painful.
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Post by v on Jan 19, 2006 18:25:40 GMT -5
Name: Zyzynx/Spook (real name unknown)
Age: Appears between 20 and 25
Apperance: Zyzynx is quite short, barely topping 5'5, and he is extremely thin. His skin is flakey in places and his features weather beaten. The most obviously thing about his apperance is that fact that his left hand has been amputated, and the left side of his face (and body) is heavily scared. He has a tatoo of a large bulldozer running over what appears to be a small child on his right upper arm, the company logo of Stellar Wave. While physically unthreatening, most people do not feel comfortable in his presence for very long. Various other nick names exsist for him, Spook being the main one.
Mech Name: Daedalis (Day-da-lis)
Mech Model: TRN-19 Squat
Mech Armament: 6 x Heavy Laser Cannons 1 x Armoured Electro-Grip
Mech Apperance: Absolutely bizarre. People say (though not to Zyzynxs face) that Stellar Wave was simply attempting to give blind designers a chance while designing the mech. The cockpit is mounted in the centeral torso, with one arm attatched slightly above where the legs join to the torso on the right. This arm, though relatively humanoid, terminates in an outstretched 'hand' with three extremely elongated fingers. Aswell as being relatively sharp, this Electro-Grip grips upon contact with a target and discharge large amounts of electricity into the enemy. This causes them to shake violently, and may cause structural damage by this. Then you have the issue that the Electro Grips are extremely sharp and semi-opposable, allowing them to be used both for slashing, and prying away enemy armour. For some reason, Stellar Wave deigned to mount the Heavy Laser Cannons horizontally, meaning they can be used extremely well for broadsides, but only the semi-forward facing front 2 may be used to shooting forwards. The laser cannons draw huge amounts of power, meaning to fire the mech must stand still and 'squat', hence its model name. The mechs knees point backwards, similar to a dogs hind legs, and the mech (generally) walks on what would be its nails were it to be a bit more humanoid. When squatting the rest of the foot rests upon the floor also. Upon the mechs back is what appears to be three small emitters. These exposed protrusions are both the mechs secondary reactor coolers, and its ECM system. Destroying them, or damaging them, hinders the mech considerably. As with forward mounted weapons, the mech can only use its rear two Heavy Laser Cannons for rear defence. In all cases, the Laser Cannons cannot aim 'that well' when facing forwards or backwards and, except in the most dire of circumstances, will only be used for broadsides. Or if the mech is conveniantly standing sideways.
History/What the hell is Stellar Wave: While other mech manufactures have been intrested in providing more protection, comfort and general ability, Stellar Wave decided to stick two fingers up at conventionality and design mechs however it wanted to. Creating only heavily speacialised mechs, they were at best ignored as some form of eccentric side show, and at worse ridiculed as useless. However, anyone whom has ever encountered a Stellar Wave mech would tell you (over a pint or 3) that they are extremely dangerous and the pilots are well aware of their weak points, and can cover them up extremely easily.
Stellar Wave also gained fame for producing custom mechs for individuals who had become wounded, or were supporting a freelance company requiring a highly speacialised mech that other maufacturers would not supply (and likely had never even attempted to design).
Though Stellar Wave has long since being destroyed by Bonegrinder, a few of its mechs are still around in the hands of free lancers, mercanaries and some militia regiments. The TRN-19 Squat was produced by request of a man calling himself simply 'Zyzynx'. One of his arms had been lost, and while he apparently knew much of the TRN-17 Squat, he wanted both the odd fire profile of the Squat, and for it to have some method of defending itself in close combat. The TRN-18 Squat possessed 2 Electro Grip arms, however Zyzynx was apparently so used to only having one arm he never used it, thus the TRN-19 Squat possessing only 1 arm was created. How he lost his arm is unknown, but judging from the heavy scaring it seems to have been to some form of fragmentary round.
Rumour goes that Zyzynx was once part of Stellar Waves only private 'security force' (ie army), though, as Stellar Wave has long since being destroyed by Bonegrinder, who wasnt really intrested in keeping the records, his actual origins, and even his real name, have been lost to the sands of time.
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Post by v on Jan 19, 2006 19:28:19 GMT -5
Daedalises armoured foot slammed down hard against the rear of the Rhalend transport. Sparks lept from it as its rear end was crushed against the frozen earth, its aerodynamic form ruined and internal components crushed. It spun wildly for a second, before listing dangerously to one side, yet managing to speed onwards, sparks leaping from its damaged engine ports. Zyzynxs, safely tucked away in the Daedalises warm cockpit screamed in frustration, before swinging the mechs arm down wildly at the damaged transport. Only one of the Daedalises search lights illuminated the transport, the other having been shot out by the now silent turret on the transports rear. Ripping away some of the damaged structure, but little else, the metal crackling and bubbling before dribbling to the floor. Undamaged, the transport was slightly faster, yet after a few lucky shots, and the recent meeting between transport and mech foot they were about equal.
His chest became tighter, he could feel his mouth drying as he bounced from side to side as the Daedalis stabalized itself over the uneven ground. He knew he was pushing his luck running his mech like this, he could hear the rapidly spinning gyroscope, nestled just below him between in the mechs hips screaming under the huge forces placed upon it, the two suspension units of the mech grinding with each impact. "Gyro running at 85% theoretical maximum. Heat exceeding recommended safe levels. Component failure: Possible." The Daedalises onboard computer helpfully informed in a netural voice, given a slight feminine tone. The cockpit glass filling with a series values and procedures as it spoke.
He lent the mech forwards, pressing his feet down as hard on the pedals as he could, before making another swipe at the fleeing transport. The sensor embedded into the Electro Grip detected the designated target pressing against it and forced the molymer muscles to snap the claws shut. The cockpit lights dimmed slightly and the mech slouched as it began unloading huge amounts of power into the transport, a nimbus of cyan blue sparks dancing across its form, metal popping and bubbling to the floor as it was held in the mechs grip and battered with hellish energies. He lifted the transport above his head, before slamming its charred form into the ground and slowing his mech. Soon flames began eating away at the transports internal structure and leaking from the deep rents torn into its armour.
"Another one to add to the tally." Zyzynx mummbled silently to himself as he brought Daedalis to a complete stop and turned to look at his work. Giving the mech time to cool off, he could hear the 'pinging' sound of hot metal cooling, a slight smell of ozone had filled the cockpit, and it was becoming uncomfortably warm. Without a second though, he levelled his crosshairs upon the downed transport and gently squeezed the trigger. Two brilliant emerald beams lept from the laser cannons, easily punching through the transports thin armour and out the other side. Flicking a second switch, the mech slouched slightly, shutting down its combat systems and reducing the reactor to idle levels. He watched the frozen landscape melt around the burning transport, the water trickling away from it almost like blood in the low light. He sat transfixed in the sight, drinking from a small hip flask he always kept with him, letting the frost form across the cockpits screen. He could move later. Now was a time to just pretend. He closed his eyes.
A time to ignore what reality had done to him and pretend.
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Post by Skye on Jan 19, 2006 20:47:15 GMT -5
Keira walked Capricorn out gracefully, boosters whined and up she went. Upon seeing Raiden, the head of Capricorn nodded and they were off. Keira knew Raiden's booster capabilities were not at many mech standards, a disadvantage indeed, but she knew that mech is not to e trifled with. But for now she stopped at many building roofs to allow Rugen's mech to cool and recharge.. "Ahah, see the gate now..." Capricorn leapt off the roof once more.
The gates slowly opened and a few mechs left including Raiden and Capricorn. Of course they all went into their own directions, so Keira took the one not taken yet. "I hope we get some good fighting action today." Keira grinned and leaned back in her chair comfortably. Capricorns' legs sinking a foot or two into the snow, hardly anything for a mech of that size.
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Post by nightmare on Jan 19, 2006 21:57:10 GMT -5
The Brothers wanted Matthew dead, which is why Phantoms were plentiful. And Rhalends were dropping infront of him out of nowhere. But with each Rhalend came a gunshot, and with each gunshot, came a corpse. But with each corpse, came more infantry.
"Christ on a bioooOOOHHHHH!!!"
The old hero dropped into a slide as a Phantom swooped before him, lasers destroying icy landscape, water rising in a splashing explosion. And as Matthew slid under said Phantom, Sunrise was drawn. Both shotguns in hand, a horrible screeching was heard, shotguns slicing THROUGH it, a blue ichor squirting as it's substance, muffled gunshots signalling bullets penetrating deep. The old hero saw sky once more, still sliding, and heard a sucking sound, an implosion raining Phantom insides.
"The barren wasteland I remember is no more, sky an eerie gray, ice covering oceans of green; what happened? Where are you, Nathaniel? Laurlie? ...Bryn?"
The old hero let out a sigh, leaping up. He brushed himself off, almost collapsing once more. He was breathing in a laboured way, stuck in a dazed stupor, until sharp senses brought him back. He heard a shrill noise until...
...He was on his back.
He was in immense pain now. He struggled up, broken body staggering, untill looking at a new enemy, above a crater of icy panels in water. It was a Golem. The monstrosity was pilotted by a little humanoid, it's construct a suit of large armor. It's arms were massive, and instead of legs, it hovered.
"Outta... my way... you steroid using... penis snuggler!"
The old hero spat, recieving a roar in response. The Golem attacked with it's 'head'. The 'head' had a single eye which shot a streaming laser. Matthew leapt away, and ice on impact, melted. The old hero pondered on such a creature's weakness, a second wind revitalizing him. That was, until, a mechanical hand rocketted into him, picked him up like a rag doll, and swung him into another hand. The Golem bellowed with laughter as it bored it's eyes into Matthew, other hand snapping back into place with it's arm. It proceeded crushing him, revelling in blood curdling screams and snapping bones.
"Numbnuts."
The Golem's head spun, old hero no longer in it's grip, now pounding at it's sensitive head with both hands. The Golem roared in pain, head shattering. The old hero shot a hail of Sunrise' bullets into it, pilot dieing as a shell inlodged itself into it's brain. Before an imminent explosion, Golem sparking, arms whirling, Matthew leapt off, letting loose a "WOO HOO HOO!!!" and praising god-like speed. The after-image always did 'em in.
But it was not long after, Matthew collapsed. Just...out of it. Tired mentally, and physically, an old hero closed brown eyes.
"I did it... ...but I lost everything... ...and now I can close my eyes... and sleep... with you..."
The blizzard picked up, an old hero unconcious.
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Post by Skye on Jan 19, 2006 22:31:24 GMT -5
Keira sighed. Her and Ruger had been on duty for a good few hours and nothing but the new snowflakes in the blizzard was all that was new. "So much for the new fighting forces." "Wait what was that? Turn your thermal on." Keira did as Ruger had said, sure enough something was out there. Just ahead their sensors picked up on slight heat signatures, hardly noticable against the cold winds and snow. Capricorn began racing through the snow. The heat signatures were stronger, it was when she switched to normal view she could see Rhalends approaching a dark spot in the snow. Thundering towards them a transport came flying by, a Strike, hitting the side of Capricorn, almost knocking the mech over. As Keira turned to look after the Strike, it was already gone in the blizzard. This could be a toughy. Readying her crossbow-like weapon, Keira flicked on thermal. It wasn't long until she could see the heat vents of the transport however nothing else. Pulling the trigger a huge, spiked barb shot forward embedding itself into the nose of the transport. A long metal cord was attatched to the end of this barb which ended at the crossbow. Pulling tight, the Strike went down into the ground cutting down the Rhalends. With a push of a button the spikes upon the barb went back in and let go to the downed transport, returning to the rightful owener; Capricorn. In the distance she thought she could hear something, whatever it was she wanted to find out who or what was in the snow. "Ruger, cover me." Keira didn't want to be hit while Capricorn bent down and scooped up a handful of snow. As the snow drifted out of the mechs hand a human was revealed. Obviously a male by facial features, but what was a human doing all the way out here? he was hardly even dressed for this weather! His skin was red from the cold, she turned to Raiden, "look." Capricorn looked around for danger, scanning radara, "we need to get him back to the city if he has any hope of living. You are the fastest one out of us both, do you have a hatch you can keep him in for now or something? I can cover your back should anything try to attack." Keira grinned, that might be a shot to his ego, a woman covering his back, if it was, it would have been quite amusing to see his face, however she hoped it wouldn't alter his decision.
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Archangel
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And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Jan 19, 2006 23:43:21 GMT -5
A hatch popped open in Raiden's back, big enough for a person to sit in comfortably.
"Might be a little warm in there, because it's right over the heat sinks, but it's the best I can do. Plus, looks like he needs a little heating up."
Ruger smiled a quirky smile, then watched as Capricorn dropped the figure into his maintenance hatch. Knowing she would watch his back would be a fine idea with him. He could run and gun with the best of them, but he had an extra person to take care of now, and had to watch him carefully. He wondered briefly what this guy was doing out in the snow so far from any city, but that thought passed, his priority to get the man back to the city as soon as possible.
His tires screamed as they spun on the ice, and he took off like a shot, fairly flying over the snow and ice as he went. He sunk down a little into the snow, just enough to have traction on the slippery substance, and his tires were made for the frozen wasteland. Ripping back like a racecar, incredibly fast, he far outdistanced Capricorn and Keira, who watched his rear for him as he ran.
Soon, however, there was a figure approaching him fast from the front. A Strike, two Strikes moving as one, going faster and faster as they came towards him. He felt his tires screaming on the snow as he sped up, and two of his guns zoomed in on the approaching Strikes. He fired, one shot, three shots, five shots. The Strikes didn't stop. He had mere seconds left before they collided with his mech, which would kill the man in the hatch. He homed in all four guns on the approaching Strikes, and began firing at a high rate, even as he moved at incredible speeds over the snow. And that was all it took. The Strikes exploded in fire and crashed into the ground. At the last second, Ruger applied his booster, shakily jumping right over the two Strikes as they crash landed on the ground, and he landed on the other side, whooping with delight and victory.
"Got those sons of bitches, Keira! Almost at the city!" He yelled over the com channel, and kept up the running. He knew his mech could handle the speeds without overheating, he had raced it many times before and never did it fail, even though now he could hear the metal ringing as it expanded with the heat, and the entire structure shook and rattled. Ruger whooped again, and yelled down to the man in the hatch, even though he probably couldn't hear him, "Hear that, man? You're gonna get back ok! YEAH!"
And finally, he skidded in to the gate, slamming to a stop, his brakes pulling hard as he crunched to a stop right outside the door. Getting security clearance, he opened the door to the city, and quickly got inside. He moved on his wheels through the city, zigzagging through transports on the ground and slipping quickly through block after block. Pretty soon, he made it to hospital, where the man would have to be checked out. Quickly jumping out of the cockpit, he ran over and climbed to the hatch, throwing it open to reveal the unconscious man crouched there, a little hotter than normal but overall ok. Pulling the man out, he carried him carefully down the ladder and brought him right to the emergency room door.
"Hey! Found a half-frozen traveler! I think he needs some help!"
It wasn't long before they got him in a hospital bed, and were working hard on his unconscious body. And Ruger stayed there at the hospital, his mech right outside, waiting for Keira to get here....
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demented
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Cool Title Girl
Vade Mecum
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Post by demented on Jan 20, 2006 0:32:58 GMT -5
"You're fucking kidding me right?" Remy blew out a puff of air from her fag and looked at Lioneye. "I've had less than four hours of sleep buddy. And unless you want me snoozing in the cockpit, theres no way I'm doing anything but sleep." She could argue all she wanted, she was a "slacker" and thus she had duty. Mumbling curses as she entered Mirage, Remy settled herself in the cockpit, running a finger over the cross necklace dangling from her neck. It looked entirely out of place, yet she always wore it. A family heirloom of sorts, it belonged to a great aunt of hers, one who was in the war against Bonegrinder.. and lost. With a glance to her sides she saw two guns which also belonged to that Aunt, the one she was told she took after, the weapons practically useless now, but Remy liked to keep them there. She warned them, and she did exactly what she said she would, snooze. She doubted there would be any progress today, and she had no idea why anyone would be so gung-ho about it. First you played the waiting game, and then after you're about to go insane from watching the horizon, they attack. She kept out of site, and was, as she was designed to me, almost completely undetectable. She could get past any radar unseen or heard, which was why for all Lioneye knew, she was being a good little girl and watching the horizon. What woke her out of her slumber was a great gust of wind, and some ice knocked up onto Mirage. "Mother.." She mumbled and rubbed her eyes. It was unmistakeably Raiden, that damned rolling mech, no one else would be on the ground. He looked like he was on a mission of sorts, and thats what peaked Remy's interest. Taking to the air, she followed him at a distance, watching him like a hawk. She was suprised when he stopped and scooped up something in the snow. "Picking up fossils Flynn?" Remy smirked, but knew that wasn't it, so when he turned around and headed back for base, she followed. She was just ahead of Kiera and Capricorn when the Strikes came, and she almost blew her cover to help when they exploded and Raider boosted over them. Remy whistled. "Fancy footwork there." She knew she would never attempt such a stunt on the ground, arial attacks were her thing. Questioning her reasons for following Flynn the whole time, Remy and Mirage kept on his trail. Something inside her told her that she had to do this. She followed to the hospital, by then she had seen the passenger, but not close enough to tell who it was. Raider stopped, and Remy flew overhead to the roof, practically jumping out of Mirage, binocular goggles already attatched to her head. She zoomed in on the half frozen man, and adjusted the lense with expert fingers. The once blurry image burst to life with instant clarity, and Remy felt like her heart was pumping out of her chest. She recognised the man. "Nooo.. Impossible. I've never seen him before in my life." She whispered, and was sure of it, but something compelled her to keep looking, and she did. She followed them from the Mech to the Hospital doors, and then she saw the guns. "No way.. It can't be!" She shook her head, the legend her father always told her popping into her head. She felt like a child watching as they shovelled the one man who might have the answers into the building. Her dad always told her great aunts adventures, the fighting, the way she handled her weapons, the smirk she posessed which was said to be the exact same one on Remy's face. He told her of her partners, and the man being carried into the hospital, just might be one of them. "Okay, so, it's probably some guy that picked up the guns from his dead body during the battle.. I mean, theres no way it could be the same guy." It was an hour later, and Remy was still on the roof, standing in front of Mirage, pacing from one of the Mechs feet to the other. The stubs of a whole pack of cigarettes lay at her feet, her mind reeling, and somewhere in there she wondered how she had gone through the precious cancer sticks in so little time.It didn't matter now, she knew she had to find the guy, and she had to get some answers. Stealth was what she was born to do, and now was her time to do it. You know how you always see in those movies the people taking doctors white coats from doors or hangers? Complete bull shit. There was not a single white coat to be found anywhere. Remy almost cursed, but then thought of something better to do. Five minutes later she was wiping tears from her eyes, and headed to one of three rooms with patients marked "Unidentified." It's funny how sympathetic nurses are. Enough to usher a hysterical woman who had just lost her boyfriend behind their desk to get some tissues. From there it was a simple task of looking at the patient sheets while they dug around. Room one was a bust. It was a Jane Doe, not a John. Up two flights of stairs and two left turns, and Remy saw the room number of the second unidentified person, and slipped inside. The concept of double patiend rooms had been discarded years ago, simply because everyone wants their privacy, and upset people do not get better. It was a single bed, and the man was now in a hospital gown, the same backless ones that had been used for centuries, his clothes in a neat pile at the foot of the bed. The weapons were nowhere to be seen, but this was the same man, Remy was sure of it. He was still unconscious, but he looked warmer, and he was alive, that was for sure. Now, decision time. Lioneye would go apeshit if he found out she wasn't on duty.. but this was more important. She would wait a few hours for him to wake, and then slip some sort of tracker onto his clothing if she had to leave. She would not lose this man. There was a dark corner near the foot of the bed, and Remy tucked herself into it, practically invisible in her black pilot suit. Now to play the waiting game. (OOC: Changed the profile picture. Kinda reminded me of someone..... )
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