Archangel
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And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Apr 8, 2006 2:08:14 GMT -5
The sewers were disgusting. But then again, weren’t all sewers? It was dank, it was stuffy, and it smelled to high heaven. The walls of the sewer were solid concrete, fairly new, considering no new sewers had been built for around 300 years. What would be the use? There were plenty of perfectly good, well-repaired sewage systems that ran underground over nearly every square inch of the goddamn planet. There wasn’t any SPACE left to build new ones. Certainly not at this point in the game. Unless they just dug down deeper, which was an option that had to be taken at some point. But then you got into bedrock, and you had to deal with aquifers and submerged waterways…it just became a big mess. So, the sewers had been the same since the early 2200s. And they still stunk. Horribly. The team moved as one unit down the long sewer pipe. The tallest was about six foot four, and so he had to bend over to hunch his way through the tunnel that was only six feet in diameter. Each of them held a pistol clutched in their hands. Cutting edge Plasma pistols, top of the line, only the best. Plasma pistols this good could cut through a solid neo-tritanium bar seventeen inches thick at fifty paces in two blasts. They were perfect for what these men and women needed them for. They also had Section Three Deflector Shields, capable of blocking a Plasma rifle from point-blank range for at least 10 shots. Well armed and well armored, the Neutralization Force was definitely ready for whatever the Sigmas had to throw at them. The twelve members of the NF reached tunnel 23864, which hung a forty-five degree corner off to the east. Quietly, the leader of the group peered around the corner of the tunnel, checking to make sure the coast was clear before the team moved on. The deflector shield suddenly hummed as a Plasma bolt slammed straight into her questing face, and she was nearly blown backwards into the others at the jolt. “Under fire, under fire! Fall back, fall back!” she shouted, and as one the team moved backwards down the tunnel, facing forward, their deflectors only able to protect them from one direction. A barrage of Plasma bolts screamed at them from the corner of the tunnel. And suddenly, the rearmost NF member hit the trap. They had missed it in their movement forward, but now he tripped the sensor, and instantly it went off. A shrill, piercing whine filled the air, as a metal ball about the size of an orange lifted from the sewage. The whine increased in volume until it was unbearable, and the humans all writhed in pain at the sound of it. That gave the Sigma down the tunnel enough time. Quickly switching from Plasma bolts to its rapid-fire laser rifle that was a part of its right arm, it began firing off streams of lasers at the deflector shields. The first three NF members’ shields were burnt out in a flash, the smell of oozing battery acid and acrid burning filling the air as the generators popped one by one. And then the screaming started. It took 3.27 minutes, or at least, that’s what the Sigma calculated, until the little battle was over. It had sustained extensive damage to its right leg, where a Plasma bolt had ripped through a hydraulic musculature, making the leg leak fluids and seize up like a rusty engine. But all twelve NF members lay in the sewage at the end of the tunnel, their bodies smelling like burned meat and acid, their weapons shattered or burned out. Carnage. The Sigma stood for a moment, favoring its busted leg, and if it had been granted lungs and nostrils, it would have sniffed in disgust. Pathetic humans. They thought, with their deflectors and their Plasma pistols, that they could get past him. But no, of course not. Puny humans were nothing against the might of a single Sigma. No matter how well trained or prepared. Contemplating supercilious and victorious thoughts, the Sigma began packing up its equipment that lay in orderly rows in the tunnel. Listening devices, RF transmitters and receivers, hidden cameras and their screens, tapping devices, and every other sophisticated device ever invented for spying. The humans knew that they were being watched now. The Sigma needed to move, before they humans brought in heavier firepower. It was too dangerous. Easily lifting a heavy, unwieldy load onto its back, the Sigma activated its hover boots and began hoverblading down the tunnel. It would reach Base City 3 in 64.37 minutes, if it was lucky, and then it would report on what had happened. Prime would definitely want to know about this. ******************************************************* The year is 2475 CE. In the past 400 years, robotics has grown in leaps and bounds, as well as other technologies. But only the science fiction books could have prepared Earth’s humans for what was to come in the late 22nd century. Machina, as they had been categorized before, had been mindless automatons, built to perform a certain task and unable to think for themselves. But, in 2187, the first true AI was created. Self aware, intelligent, able to learn and think for itself, the AI was called Prime, and was taught the fundamentals of being a sentient being. From Prime came many others. They started off as supercomputers, such as Prime was, able to learn but not to move. But soon they progressed. By 2290, there were intelligent robotic humanoids that walked the streets and the corridors of human life. They were nicknamed Sigmas, and the name stuck. And from then on, they became a threat. Sigmas were superior to humans in every way. Stronger, faster, smarter, and longer lasting, they could outclass any human ever born. Plus, the newer Sigmas were being built with onboard weaponry, lasers and other new technology being designed. They were fighting machines, literally, able to battle vast amounts of humans and destroy them easily. After the first few million Sigmas were made, and they started to band together and resist against orders given to them, human production halted. But that didn’t stop the Sigmas. They began reproducing themselves, under Prime’s directive, and then, in what could only have been an act of war, seceded from the four human Supernations to make their own cities and country. The humans took this as a hostile movement, and began building up their technology and armed forces in preparation of a Sigma attack. The Sigmas merely regarded humans as nothing more than tool-using animals, not worth their time or their efforts, and focused entirely on producing their own culture. That is, until now. Lately, Sigmas have been delving deep into human territory to collect information and find sympathizers. Sigmas are not stupid. They know humans outnumber them 1000 to 1. They know humans have advanced technology, and the means to use it. And they know that the humans don’t exactly like them. And so, since full-out war is out of the question, they decided to resort to subterfuge and underground dealings to fight back. The humans rarely if ever find the Sigmas, who are long gone before they can be attacked, and yet there have been more and more Sigmas lost every day. Something is happening, and both sides need to step up the pace, before something deadly happens. ******************************************************** A couple notes. There are sympathizers on each side. Some humans like Sigmas, some Sigmas like humans, and everything in between. The in between beings can be quite…interesting. Sigmas are basically humanoid in appearance, something like this, but without the wings, or like this. They are powered by a microfusion generator, which, if exploded, can contain itself to maybe the size of a small building. They can be equipped with ultra-high tech weaponry, and are incredibly fast and strong. However, they are also arrogant, for the most part, and almost always cocky. Humans, on the other hand, are weak when compared to Sigmas, but far outnumber them, and are always coming up with sophisticated new weaponry. Humans live up high, in hundred-level skyscrapers or even in floating cities that hover above the ground and are made to support over 100,000 people. The Sigmas, however, prefer to be down low, on the ground or even under the ground, and keep their cities as under the radar as possible. Now, here’s the profile. Fill it out completely! And have fun with this! By the way, this RP is being run by me, Ex, and Skye, so defer to any of us for questions. ProfileName:Race: (Sigma or human) Age: (Sigmas have the same maximum age as a human, but do not experience childhood.) Alignment: (Pro-Sigma, Pro-human, or in between) Appearance: (Be detailed, or include a pic, or do both!) Weaponry: (Max. 3 onboard weapons and 2 additional weapons for Sigmas, max. 5 weapons and 1 shield for humans) History/Bio/Personality: (Only if you wish)
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Post by Skye on Apr 8, 2006 2:24:27 GMT -5
She never understood why she did it then. Even now, eleven years later she still wonders. Though everytime he comes running up to give her a hug she remembers that fateful day in 2474, when the thunder crashed and the rain created miniature lakes in the streets. She had been inside that night reading the news, though when she heard cries over the thunder she decided to investigate. These were afterall, not normal cries. It took her awhile to find the source thanks to echoing, though when she approached the over turned cardboard box she was already telling herself to turn back; but she couldn't. Peeking around the soggy box flaps a sopping wet bundle wriggled in the rain, wailing. Picking up the bundle and hugging it to her chest she ran back home. Since then Kat had been taking care of Colby, she didn't even know how she kept the organic alive but she did, and here he is,living in such dangerous times. Maybe if she left him there that day it would have been better for him, at least then he wouldn't be able to live in these years of hatred. While the boy was eleven now, Kat would only be twenty years of age. She didn't hate humans like the others, and this human didn't hate her like his kind. No, Colby is different. She knows very well that she needs to protect him, surely her plasma blade, shield and tail (which delivers huge amounts of electricity) will be enough. Lets just hope so. www.animewallpapers.com/wallpapers/kob/full_1_800.aspwww.deviantart.com/view/16512264/
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Post by Inertia on Apr 9, 2006 5:15:14 GMT -5
Profile Name: Angel Mezzanine
Race: Human
Age: 27
Alignment: Pro-human
Appearance: -Willowy white hair when not flowing by Angel’s waist kept in a tight braid -Almond shaped eyes; Angel’s irises alternate from lime green to startling, almost soulless grey, merely a reflection of the emotions occasionally shown - Light brown complexion somewhat pale -Full lips accompanying an hour glass toned figure -Approximately 5'9'' -Numerous scars running down the length of each arm; a thin burn mark on left cheek; tattoo on lower back (heartagram but I don't hold a link to a picture of one), a silver cross around neck worn for strictly for decoration
(OOC: The essence and basics...brief introduction...)
“What do you see; what do you envision? When you look through the glass, what do you see?”
Angel didn't turn her gaze from the sole window in the carpeted room; she rarely did. She kept her eyes on the pristine window, attention seemingly on the clouds and azure blue atmosphere outside the clear glass, the horrifically bright sunlight bathing the entire room in its glow. Thoughts and ideas came and left her, the words of the woman opposite her often tuned out for the hour Angel was forced to breathe the same oxygen with the annoying individual. However, Angel couldn't help arching a thin white brow from the question. She turned her gaze onto the suited woman, emerald eyes glossy from the light.
The woman, the psychiatrist, raised both brows, apparently startled from some attention being placed onto her. She feigned recovered, adjusting herself on the wooden office desk in the room. The middle-aged woman resisted the temptation to pick up what was in appearance a sheet of glass with scrolling numerals but was in actuality, her notes for Angel's session. She adjusted her glasses, repeating her question. “Angel...what do you see outside the window? What do you see that others don't?”
Fixing her hands in her lap, Angel sat upright, blinking apathetically. She rose her chin dignified before her eyes began to narrow. “I do not see any differently from others. There is no clarity outside the window, nothing new, no significant changes. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours; weeks, months, years, centuries pass...and the planet, the skies, the universe will remain the same,” Seeing the woman begin to talk, Angel quickly added on. “And even if I am wrong, if the world does encounter a well-needed change, I doubt either of us will be alive to witness it.”
“You truly believe that? The world needs to change...” Ostensibly, the woman in the blue suit gave in, picking up the glass note sheet. She unhooked a pen from a breast pocket, writing down Angel's words. Looking up once finished, she scrutinized the white haired young woman. “Why do you believe so? And you've never seen a thing outside the glass?”
Angel blinked, no longer amused by the psychiatrist. She was beginning to wonder why she turned her head to begin with. Closing her eyes, she sighed. “My reasons are my own. And you and the government obviously hold some idea as to why I believe so or I would not be here now would I?” Her words were filled with more malice than she'd intended but the effect was all the same. Hurried scribbling from the psychiatrist, more notes for the suited government lackey to report. Perturbed by the idea, Angel narrowed her eyes, rephrasing herself. “I see nothing outside the windows. I only see when I dream.”
“Oh...?” The woman stopped her writing, a curious glint to her eyes. She angled her neck, tapping the pen against the glass, contemplating the inevitable question that tended to follow such remarks. “...And what do you see?” Unexpectedly, an alarm rang indicating the end of the session and the clipboard automatically switched off. She frowned, still anticipating an answer from Angel.
Getting to her feet gracefully, as most her actions were, Angel eased her denim jacket over her thin white ruffled shirt. She lethargically smoothed over her skirt, turning a piercing spite filled grey eye onto the psychiatrist. “If I were foolish enough to say that...” Angel picked up her bag, swinging it over her back. Turning away from the woman, she threw her final words over her shoulder. “...you would have me committed.”
Black boots clicking, Angel sauntered out of the office, attending onto other matters at hand...
(OOC: Short but I as well have other matters I must attend to.)
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Post by v on Apr 9, 2006 16:01:24 GMT -5
Name: Datalisk
Race: Sigma
Age: 110
Alignment: Pro-sigma (even if most of the Sigmas dont view Datalisk very favourably)
Appearance: Datalisk is old. Held together more so with love and many risky home made repair jobs than anything officially done or even done with anything but the most vague understanding of Sigma anatomy His armour plates are white, though rust is beginning to bubble through in some places. The regal blue high lights to his armour have largely worn away over time, though a slight stain remains showing the colour that once exsisted. His pupils are usually quite small, the left usually slightly smaller than the right, while the irises are the same regal blue that his armour high-lights once were. Distinguishing feature: The left side of his face is actually partially paralysed. His mouth movement is reduced somewhat when he speaks, and while his eye moves, it seems somewhat clumsy comparative to the right Despite his advanced age, Datalisk still walks with enough vigor and energy to have him passed off as a Sigma straight off the production line (assuming you dont see his worn colouration and the rust on his armour).
Weaponary: Heat Lance: A large weapon, approximatly 6 feet long, usually strapped across Datalisks back. There is a large, bulky fuel cell at the back, various wires across the main shaft of the weapon, and a singled blackened barrel at the end. The weapon can fire in one of two ways. It can either act as a flame thrower, or a traditional heat lance. In standard mode, it can cut through metal in seconds. Ion Beam: Datalisks right arm contains an Ion Beam. A weapon viewed as a 'dirty' weapon by both humans and Sigmas alike, but Datalisk is quite fond of it. Its hands fold away and its arm expands outwards, forming a magnet array. The weapon then fires a stream of electrified ions (usually red in colouration) which hit the target almost instantly. While having a negligable effect on armour, this is not a disadvantage. The field generated by the Ions heats up metal and skin, even without direct contact. Burning the target from the inside out, causing huge levels of internal damage to Sigmas, and considerable internal bleeding and burning to humans. Mauler Device: Banned by humans, and severly frowned upon by the Sigmas, Datalisk is extremely quiet about this antiquated weapon buried within his chest. Utilizing a quirk in subspace, the Mauler was so known because, whatever it targetted, had some of its mass randomly transported into subspace. Unreliable, tempremental, and possessing an extremely distinctive sound to itself, Datalisk shows an alarming disregard for his own safety when he becomes angry enough to use the Mauler. The fact it could tear him apart and leave parts of his body in subspace is at best ignored. While this doesnt sound particularly bad, the Mauler device fires a net like structure to 'Maul' its targets. Humans are often left with their skin litereally dribbling away from their bodies, yet only very rarely sustaining actual arterial damage, leaving them to bleed to death over a number of hours. Those who survive the Mauler Device are usually horribly disfigured, if they are lucky.
Notes: - Datalisk isn't overly fond of the idea of deactivation. Though he is far past his sell by date, he has kept himself in a relatively good state of repair with numerous repairs and replacements, most of which were done by himself rather than anyone actually knowledgeable of the internal working of Sigmas. Hes picked up some of the basics along the way, but most of his repairs were done on the basis that 'this old broken bit looks kind of like that new working bit, I'll swap them'. His mind has endured relatively intact, but can be described as a bit rough round the edges at times. - Most Sigmas have a slightly negative opinion of Datalisk. Hes old, beginning to degrade, its time for him to stop living the dream that he could somehow remain active forever and just accept that he is degrading and will, eventually, deactivate. - Datalisk doesn't really know why he is continually struggling to repair himself and stay active. He simply 'does' it, regardless of what the other Sigmas think.
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"Chemicals at half-life. Things unable to take the final step towards deactivation and return their materials to the factories." "What the hell are you jabbering about Epsilon-3" Datalisk slammed his fist hard against the table, leaving a near perfect imprint of his hand in the metal. His face formed into a half scowel as a dangerous sound, similar to gas escaping from a damaged pick leaked from his throat. Epsilon-3, a trader, had been required to deal with Datalisk before when it was in one of those moods, quickly realised that now was not the time for indulging in pseudo-philosophy about Datalisks intresting condition. Epsilon-3 then watched as Datalisk unclenched his fist and ran it through over his helmet, a stalling tactic as it struggled to prevent its aggression from bubbling over. "Just because you have a core capable of indulging in such flights of fancy, and insignificance, does not mean that we all do." While the Datalisks tone was extremely threatening, causing Epsilon-3 to actually shake slighty, its body seemed to have relaxed slightly. He was safe, if only for the moment. "My apologies. But you must understand, you are my most useful of pliables, and I would not wish for your half-life exsistance to come to an end. At least not yet." It only took a nano-second for Epsilon-3 to realise it had over stepped the mark with that comment. Datalisk launched itself over the desk, grabbing Epsilon-3 by his huge, bulky olive green shoulder plates, before lifting him high and slamming him down hard against his chair, crumpling it instantly. He swung his arms above his face instinctively, now his entire body trembling, hoping that Datalisk wouldn't continue its assault. Epsilon-3 was a trader, a trader in secrets, and those who worked for him, his pliables, were free lancers searching for adventure, or those for whom normal work was hard to come by, those such as Datalisk. He was much to nervous to take such tasks himself, but acted as a suitable go-between for interactions between the Sigmas army and his pliables. That said, pliable was a name he had given them, if only to give himself a sense of importance in the affair.
"I am not." Datalisk slammed its feet down next to Epsilon-3's head. "Anyones." It grabbed him round the neck, yanking him violently to his feet, yet not removing his hand. "Pliable." It let go. Unsupported, and its systems in total chaos, Epsilon-3 fell to the ground in a rough heap. Datalisk let a small data crystal drop to the floor, before pulling open the top draw of the desk and removing its payment. "Talk to me like that again, and I'll use your scraps to keep myself running for another few years." Its voice dripped with venom, not a threat, but a promise, and with that, it walked confidently out of the office, ignoring the Sigmas assembled outside attempting to peer through the crack in the door to see what the comotion was about.
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Post by Skye on Apr 9, 2006 21:18:55 GMT -5
Kat made her way down the marketplace with Colby. She had dressed the boy in heavy robes Sigma's tend to wear, to hide his human features. Looking amongst the various metal parts, home furnishings and foods, Kat kept an eye on surrounding beings and Colby. Whenever Colby went outside he understood he had to keep silent unless spoken to, and if spoken to he was not to show his features. You never know who might be planning on killing his race. Even some of Kat's friends didn't know about Colby. Many a time she had tried getting him into human society but he would always refuse, claiming if she gave him away he would come back. He didn't want to leave Kat, who was basically his mother. Putting her arm around his shoulders she pointed out a little stuffed dog and a stuffed cat. "Which one you want?" She smiled, Colby nodded towards the cat, "that one." Purchasing the cat she let Colby hold onto it using his sleeves, she tried her best to get him anything a human might get, even if it was simply a stuffed animal. After purchasing what she needed her and Colby began heading back to her flat. When they were walking alone with no one aroundshe whispered, "gonna buy you some armour." Colby looked up, "what?" "So you can be out without hiding yourself, you can be a sigma." she smiled, "you need more freedom." From under that dark hood, Kat knew Colby was smiling, though the real reason she was getting custom made armour was to protect him. That was was hitting closer to home.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Apr 9, 2006 23:03:36 GMT -5
Name: Raven Stoddard Race: Human Age: 38 Alignment: Pro-Sigma Appearance: www.animewallpapers.com/wallpapers/warofgenesis/full_55_800.aspWeaponry: Wolf Cannon:- The Maverick Wolf Kage Morphs into a high powered blaster that encases Raven’s right arm making it look like her right arm is made of Sigma Technology. Eagle Claw:-[/b] The Eagle Maverick Blitz alters her form and attaches to Ravens Left hand like Kage does. Only the claws have the strength to rip even a Sigma’s arm off if given half the chance. Custom Sigma-Hybrid Gun:- Raven is an expert of Sigma Technology enabling her to adapt the mechanics and certain components of a Sigma to create a hand gun that fires with the power of any Sigma weaponry. Shock Shield:-[/b] The Shock Shield is a generator installed in her Maverik companions Blitz and Kage. Touching them when they activate it sends a high powered shock through their captors. History/Bio/Personality: Raven is an expert in Sigma Technology, so much to the point that any Sigma damaged can go to her and be repaired to near perfect working order. She also used her Sigma know how to construct what are called Mavericks. Animal robots that are comprised of the same technology as Sigma’s. Raven Sympathizes with the Sigma’s rather then humanity because she understands machines more then those of flesh and blood. Sigma’s are uncomplicated and reliable, they will do what they say they will unlike people who will say one thing and mean another. Her attitude towards humanity does not endear her towards others of her kind, but Raven doesn’t care. She lives in what appears to be a Sigma Graveyard and a Junkyard where her workshop is set up. Despite its indefensible appearance Ravens Junkyard is protected with some very high power equipment salvaged from deceased Sigma’s. You don’t get in unless you’re welcome. The junkyard also has a large underground complex constructed with simple minded robots Raven also constructed to dig tunnels. They are very simple creations made for hard labor and nothing else. Maverick Blitz[/u][/color] Maverick Kage[/u][/color] Dig Bot[/u] --- Ravenworked delicately as she finished repairs ot the circuitry of her Maverick Kage. The wolf stirred as she closed the open compartment and jumped off the table doing several laps in the large room to test the flexibility on his repaired leg. Wiping her hands on a rag Raven smiled and stroked Kage’s horned head. “Maybe this will teach you not to jump into the pile of jagged metal in the west corner my fiend. If that piece of metal had of been any further to the left the leg would have been severed off completely and you’d need more then a few small repairs to fix it.” There was a whirring click then something that could have been a laugh from the right corner. Raven looked over and rolled her eyes at the Eagle maverick she named Blitz. He found the whole situation hilarious. “Back outside you,” she instructed. Blitze left the room through the door by jumping onto Kage’s back. The wolf obliged and carried him out. She shook her head and returned to the project at hand. Repairing a tunneler-bot she created that had jarred its rotation gears for the large drill on the front of its head. Climbing onto the step ladder she sighed and took out the malfunctioning gears examining them carefully before re-greasing and placing them back into their assigned positions. There was nothing wrong with them so it had to be further along the circuit that powered the drill. Climbing up onto its back she opened the panel and started investigating the internal mechanisms. She was already covered in grease and dirt but it didn’t matter she was doing what she loved best. Working on machines, improving them and keeping them in working order, nothing she did was ever half-done. She fixed it properly or it wasn’t worth repairing. Instead it would be replaced. She couldn’t see what was wrong on the surface so coiling her hair back into a bun and pinning it in place securely she slid inside the digger into the small hollow space inside the high powered digger and began inspecting the circuitry, wiring and various belts and cables that enabled it to move. Her diggers had a bulky strong, humanoid torso but lacked legs having caterpillar wheels to ideal grip when their drill heads, ad scoops for hands ate up the hard rock that made up her underground Complex. Slowly over the past twenty years she’d been digging this place. Her workshop where she could build mavericks, digger robots of various caliber and repair any Sigma that came her way and was in need of repairs. She was a sympathizer to the Sigma’s. She liked them a lot more then any human. Looking around inside she saw the problem with her flashlight. Somehow a chunk of rock had gotten caught in one of the internal gears. Taking out a screwdriver she chiseled the rock out and made sure there was nothing else wedged before climbing out and back into her workshop. Closing the pannel she reactivated the digger and programmed it to return to its assigned project. The Digger growled and then rolled out of the room through the blast door that was the entrance to workshop 2A. Satisfied with another complete job she headed out of the workshop along the tunnle system that linked the various workshops and store rooms where she kept her spare parts or housed her assistant droids and returned ot the habitation level above that. There she washed her hands and made herself something to eat and drink. The rest of her could probably do with a wash after being inside a digger but she couldn’t be bothered. There was too much to do. Who cared if she was covered with grease and dirt from head to foot. She didn’t and it wasn’t like her mechanical friends would care either.
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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 Apr 10, 2006 22:12:44 GMT -5
Name: Janx, no last name Race: Human...sort of (more later) Age: 52 Alignment: In between
Appearance: Janx is a solid, stocky man, with far too many muscles for his own good and a short, unattractive body to go with them. He stands about 5'2", and weighs at least 250, mostly muscle-mass. He has short-cropped black hair, and dull, faded brown eyes. His face was not particularly attractive to start with, but the gigantic scar that runs from his right temple to his chin makes him appear grotesque and a little frightening. He wears solid brown coveralls, which basically cover up every inch of skin on his body, excluding the hands and feet. Over his hands he wears brown gloves, made of pseduoleather, which go up to his elbows. And on his feet he wears big worker boots, the kind of solid boots you'd see on a construction worker or cement worker. He basically could pass as a "blue collar worker", at least in our current society.
Weaponry: *Wierding Module: A strange device made years ago, and only one or two have ever been made since then. Basically, it looks to be about the same size as a normal pistol, but the end is not a snub nose...instead, it is a scooped out focusing bowl. The device takes ambient sound from the air, bounces it around inside itself, amplifying it thousands and thousands of times, and then pushing it out the bowl end in a concentrated beam of sound. This sound can literally pierce armor, it can be so loud, and it stays concentrated in one line like a laser beam, making it precise. It also cannot be countered with normal deflector shielding. *EMP Proximity Mines: These little devils are hell on Sigma technology. About the size of your little finger, they have grav shields on them which firmly attach them to whatever they need to be attached to. When any circuitry comes within 3 square feet them, they emit a concentrated Electro-magnetic pulse, capable of wiping out circuitry for at least 3 minutes. Most Sigmas are capable of reenabling circuits after only a couple minutes, but that's usually enough time to attack. *Plasma Rifle: A standard for Sigmas, but relatively rare because its bulk and size, the plasma rifle is a must-have weapon for the present day. The rifle is bulky, but shoots a solid bolt of plasma at the target, capable of melting metal and armor at high speeds.
*Auditory Wavelength Shield: Beams are shot in waves and/or particles. It's hard to describe a beam of light, because it can have the characteristics of both. However, what this shield does is cancel out the wave form of a beam, be it a laser beam or a plasma beam. The shield basically pushes out a jamming frequency of sound all around the person holding it, in a complete sphere. It's a ridiculously loud noise, and it envelops the person inside the sphere. However, whenever a waveform approaches, be it light or plasma, the frequency automatically adjusts to counteract the waveform, dispersing the beam and making it disintegrate. This shield has the added affect of making the user invisible, as light beams are dispersed when they hit it, making the entire sphere like a black hole... but the problem is, the person becomes blind as well. So this shield is usually used in "flicker" method, flashing it on and off when under fire. History/Bio/Personality: You'll see more later....
IC post coming tomorrow. It's late!
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Apr 13, 2006 20:15:35 GMT -5
When her hunger was saticfied Raven's next stop was a specilized room she'd constructed soem time back in her earlier years. Inside this room was highly specilized for critical patients of hers. The pressurized tube htta sat inb the middle of the room contained a cooling fluid that maintaines a sigma or Maverick at a confortable level ensuring thier bodies can't over heat or rapidly cool to dangerous levels.
The tube was occupied at present with a patient she had saved, it had taken her a long time to get him abck into working order and it was getting close tothe time when he would reawaken from his healing slumber. The pressurized tube had allowed her to repair the major damage to his system as well as make soem over all improvments with the updated technology to replace faulty parts. he wasn't quite a Sigma, and never really would be. He came before the Sigma's and was a testimate to the injenuity of humanity. One of the very few of his kind to survive when they were decommisioned.
Sliding under hte railing Raven walked over ot the tube and placed her hand on it peering inot the liquid and smiled as she looked ta her patien, walking slowly she circled hte tube several times hands trailing on the glass. Time to wake up my friend.." she whispered moving away from the tue to the control pannle that controled the hybernation system. She punched in a few numbers and then hit the enter button. it was time for him to wakew up, she wouldn't know how effective her repairs were until her patient was awake and moving.
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Post by iason on Apr 13, 2006 20:35:13 GMT -5
The first thing it saw was the girl covered in grease from head to toe. The first thing it saw was a human who wanted it destroyed. And in moments, it had a plasma rifle to the enemy.
"Tsharghet vsherifiehhd commenshhing hhoshtilihtieshh..." it managed to say as the rifle gathered energy.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Apr 13, 2006 20:50:06 GMT -5
Raven flet momentary panic as her patient started to move in the tube. She heard him clearly and knew if she didn't talk fast she'd be fried. " Cease hostility X7FI, humaniod targed is freind. Non-combatent. Check memory files, reboot from system memory. " she kept her hands in sight sweat trailing don the bakc of her neck. "Ravage cease fire!"
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Post by iason on Apr 13, 2006 21:05:50 GMT -5
The glass shattered with a blast from the plasma rifle. And the Maverick from before the Sigma collapsed. The power his weapon consumed overwhelmed his systems. But, when he looked back at the girl, he remembered. And X7FI, or Ravage, as Raven called him, dropped his head, inactive for the moment.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Apr 13, 2006 21:10:40 GMT -5
Raven sighed iwth reliefe and hurried over to the now flooded floor. Glad she instaled hte drains and indented the floor around it for such a situation. moving over ot the collapsed Ravage she pressed a hand to his chest component after turnnig him over nad opened it checking is primary systems to ensure he wasn't damaged sevearly.
At this time Kage had returned. Ravn looked over her shoulder and nodded to the consile. The Maverick wolf didn't need instruction he bounded over nad pressed one of the buttons on the control pannle. The tube hissed and hten decended inot the flor after raven removed Ravage from the platfom and with Kage's help set him on one of the tables. there she got to work to fine tune Ravage and ensure he didn't burn out again when he next discharged hsi weapon. Ravne trusted he remembered now, the look in hsi eyes had been enough to asure her he had.
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Archangel
Recruit
And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Apr 14, 2006 20:40:44 GMT -5
He had his Wierding Module out in front of him, its cupped barrel aimed perfect. It picked up the ambient sounds in the room, simple breathing and metallic clicking sounds, and suddenly it roared with intense fervor and discharged. A bolt, yellow-orange in color, flew like a spear through the air, and in less than the time it took to see it, it struck the target. He fired again, and again, and again. The ambient sound was always there, so there was no need for ammunition. And the amplifiers worked on basic wave principles, making them easy to use and incredibly efficient. He fired a few more times, then stopped. Touching a button on the side of the little cubicle he stood in, the target began moving towards him. He examined the holes made in it. Dead on, one hundred and fifty feet away. Not too bad, for a man way past his prime.
Holstering the Wierding Module, Janx pushed the button to return the empty target base back to its former position, and headed for the door. The shooting range was strangely quiet for this time of day. Then again, everything was strangely quiet lately. Not for no good reason either. Tossing the unused ear pieces down on the desk, he checked out and headed off down the hall.
He was on the fifty-second floor of a building in downtown Carras, the Recreation Building. Each floor in the incredibly high skyscraper was built for some form of recreation or another. This was, of course, the Adult Only floor. He passed the rooms for a couple of strip joints and a small bar, but felt no need to go into any of those. He wanted to get home. Walking the air corridors between buildings, going up and down elevators and through nanite shields, he finally made it the three city blocks back to his apartment. He lived on the twenty-second floor....down where the poor people lived. Nearest to the Sigmas. He couldn't afford a highrise apartment up on the 200th floor. But it was cozy, for an old bachelor, and the place was clean enough. He slipped in through his personal nanite shield and saw the couch. Time to relax. It had been a long day on the job, and he felt it was time to take a break.
That was when he heard his vidphone ring. Of course. Going to pick it up, he saw Marcus' face.
"Got a new one. Down on 37th and 153rd, ground. Big time, bad news. Can you handle it?"
"Yeah...I guess. Time frame?"
"2 hours."
"Got it." He shut off the vidphone. Another fucking job. Not like he didn't have enough already.....
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Post by iason on Apr 15, 2006 14:41:37 GMT -5
"Systems online," said the now active Maverick, X7FI.
No response.
"......" The Maverick moved his head, right and left. Moved his arms. Moved his legs. "Diagnostics complete. Unit is ready." He sat up and looked around, as if awaiting orders. It was most comical.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Apr 16, 2006 8:41:29 GMT -5
"You had me worried Ravage," ravne remarked as she stepped back from the table wiping her hands on an already filthy rag. "Almost fried me then and there..." she laughed and shook her head. "That will teahc me for not diabling weaponry before placing units into stasis." She frowned and looked him over iwth an expert eye looknig for any flaw she might see in either his armor or in his capability to move.
"Relay system diagnostic Ravage, are there any faults you can find with your system?" Raven folded her arms across her chest and waited.
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