| Super Robot Wars 3A: Stage Zero; Prologue to the next volume.... | |
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| Lowe Gear | May 27 2007, 08:22 PM Post #1 |
SPIDERS GONNA SPIDE
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Basically, this topic is to allow any pre-game interaction between characters that you might feel like doing before the game's full plot gets into full swing next week. You can interact with each other, set up future plot points, and even engage in a bit of combat if you like (just so long as it's kept to a minimum, aka no alien invasions or anything). And with that...Super Robot Wars 3A: Another Alpha Again, Operation...APPROVED!!!! |
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 Xion Asuka
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May 27 2007, 08:51 PM Post #2 |
Damned maggots...
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"Earth has been rather quiet since the last war... The efforts of the Alpha Numbers were able to keep Earth out of danger for the most part... However, some of the higher-ups can't help but think there may be more problems on the horizon. It's been agreed that there will always be calamity, no matter how much peace there seems to be. I believe someone in the previous war said it better... 'Wherever there is peace, war is sure to follow'." the voice of a soldier spoke in the locket room. 3 lockers down, a single soldier was seen suiting up. His full-body suit appeared to be different than most other soldiers. Once the soldier stepped away from the locker and closed it, the camera panned up... Revealing the face of a masked soldier. The mask itself gave the pilot a rather odd but scary appearance. Turning from the locker, the soldier walked towards the one speaking, before nodding. "As a result of this, Queen Armana is trusting you to go to Earth and aid Earth's Defense Forces. This is both a way to help train you in a new environment among new soldiers, anda way to show the Ze Balmary Empire's goodwill towards Earth. After our previous run-ins in the earlier wars, we would like to make a better impression with all of Earth. I know we're already on good terms, but it's better to be safe than sorry." the soldier continued, passing a letter to the soldier before him. "Now that you're suited up... Get to your machine and board the Fury. You're to be dropped as soon as you're within Earth's atmosphere. Your letter conains directions to Dakar, which is usually a good place for soldiers willing to aid Earth to go. However, before you proceed there, we would like for you to at least take a break upon landing. You've worked more than hard enough for this, so don't push yourself." the soldier proceeds on, prompting the masked soldier to nod. Pocketing the envelope, he turns to leave, before the soldier spoke again. "Also, Queen Armana said to make it back safe and sound." he finished, before exitting. The masked soldier turned to look back at the other man who had left, before slowly turning around and continuing to the hangar. His first time to Earth... At most, he had gotten nothing but glimpses of Earth, and even a few Earth visitors... But now it was his turn to go to Earth... And help fight alongside them for the greater good of the future. The problem is... Would they accept him, considering what he was... |
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May 27 2007, 09:33 PM Post #3 |
The Maleficent
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A dozen individuals sat around a rectangular shaped, solid wood table in the well lit room. To the sides of their hands were drinks. All 12 remained untouched except for one. The ebony haired man sitting in the middle had emptied his several times, and refilled it just as many from a flask that he produced from the folds of his coat, as he stopped on occassion from his note taking. His peers gazed at him strangely, despite the amount of liquor he had put away, he still seemed quite sober. "Zathras?" A woman asked. "Hm?" "How many figners am I holding up?" Recklan gazed at her for a moment, before turning back to his notes, "Three. Can we get back to the meeting? It's my turn to cook tonight and I want to make sure everyhting gets done when my wife gets back from work." The others turned their attention back to the man at the head of the table, a massive Freed named Oddel. He coughed and turned his attention away from the drinking. "Right. Our cause is taking hits left and right people. With the new propaganda about relations with humans, and the 'possibilities' for the future, being circulated by the Government, Earth has become the in thing," he said with disgust. "To that end we've kidnapped the young daughter of Kokie the man who's taken on the task of reprogramming our people. He staunchily believes in changing our sacred traditions, but let's see how well that holds up in the face of his daughter's severed head," Oddel said. "We're not actually doing that are we sir?" "No, no, of course not. it's an idle threat," he said reassuringly, glancing at his watch. "Well, that about concludes our meeting for today, so I'll see you folks in about two days time, at Meeting Point B." Everyone stood up in unision and nodded, before filing out of the room and into the warm Summer evening. They 11 individuals split up into groups of twos and threes, heading off in there own directions. For his part Recklan peeled off on his own and headed back to his own house. Opening the door, he shucked off his shoes, and shut the door as he headed into the kitchen. As he prepared dinner, one thought occupied his mind, "I'll save you kid, and make those bastards pay. |
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May 27 2007, 09:34 PM Post #4 |
VGCW
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In a dense forest sitting on top of a plateau, an old titanic tree that had stood for hundreds of years had fallen. Such a landscape had been untameable by man since their beginning of existence, the terrain too rough for civilization to take hold. The strongest of men fell to their knees trying to conquer places such as this... And then there was Yon. "Yosh!" The young man exclaimed as he watched the tree hit the ground, his axe resting over his shoulder. "A problem rises..." He pondered to himself, alone as always. "How to get this back to my cabin?" Leaning his head to the side, he kicked the fallen timber. "You're a heavy one. Oh well, I'll just think of it as training!" In a few moments, the large log was properly tied to ropes, which were wrapped around Yon's torso. "Let's go!" He yelled happily, stepping forward with vigor. Yon grunted, picking himself up after falling flat on his face. "Move~!" He grunted, leaning again the ropes, attempting to get the log to budge. "I will not lose... to a piece of wood... I must have..." Yon muttered to himself, his veins visible with effort. "GUTS!!!" With a heavy plant of his foot, the massive tree began to inch forward. Another step and the dirt parted as the timber was dragged along. A half-hour and a mile uphill, Yon arrived at his homely cabin. "Well, that wasn't too bad once we got going." He sighed, letting the ropes go. Yon looked around blankly, turning around and putting his hands on his hips. "Damn it, why did I bring you up here again?" He asked the tree, knowing he wouldn't get a response. A blue bird circled around Yon before landing on his head, chirping as it pruned it's feathers. "Ah, Kori. Here to welcome me home?" Yon asked the bird, placing his finger on his crimson haired head so it could perch on it. He stared eye to eye with the animal for a while, before blinking. "Yeah, that's right! I brought you this tree so you'd move out of my house. You are hard to clean up after..." Yon flicked away the bird and began to drag the tree again. "It was around here someAHHHHH!!!!" Yon yelled as he disappeared into a hole. The tree didn't do much to stop his plummet into the earth, the large log falling in after him. A large thud was heard as it hit bottom, firmly planted into the ground. "Hm, that was scary." Yon muttered, poking his head up through the exit hole he made when he dug the large shaft the tree now filled. Kori stood in front of him, the blue bird chirping as if it was taunting Yon's clumsiness. "You hush, that's your home now. Be grateful." He muttered, shooing away Kori as he climbed out. "That was a lot of work, I should clean... up?" Yon looked up into the sky, which was filling with stars as the day came to an end. A glimmer filled his blue eyes as he held his hand up to his forehead, searching for something. "Oh good, it's time for an adventure!" He yelled out, bolting into his small cabin. He exited just as quickly, a fresh pair of clothes and a backpack coming out with him. He clamored up the tree he had just planted, waking up Kori who had just fallen asleep. The bird angrily pecked at his red hair, but Yon ignored it as he reached the top and surveyed the landscape. "South it is! This one will be bigger then the rest!" Yon said, poking away Kori before climbing back down. He set off into the night, his grand story just beginning. |
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May 27 2007, 09:45 PM Post #5 |
Roaming the six paths of hell
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It was another boring day at Saotome Labs. Besides the usual routine of tests, Getter Ray monitoring, there was the all to brief test flight of the new Getter machines. Marik Kashi yawned, unable to understand how Yumiko could do this and not go insane from boredom. "'Course," he muttered to himself as rubbed his eyes and looked back at the Getter Ray chart he was supposed to be studying so he'd have a better understanding of their nature and such. "I'm not a super genius like her." He decided to be depressed, as they had forebade him from any physical activity, as they were going to once again start the combining tests of Getter Yajuu. He shuddered as he remembered the screw up that had gotten two of the other pilots killed, and brought Yumiko into piloting the second Getter Machine. He figured that it was to punish him more, than to actually see if she would work as a pilot. He swore sharply as he leaned to far back and fell out of his chair. - - - Yumiko Eurakaze was running an experiment on the variables of a sucessful combination. Though the staff would never admit it, but the accident had actually been a blessing. They had erroneously thought that combining into Getter Gryphon would be best for the first test, because it seemed the most stable. In examining the data from the crash, it was determined that a short in Falcon and Condor caused them to slow, which in turned caused Hawk to smash through them. Though she was now a pilot, she still relished her duties as a scientist. She was still technically in High School, but she just her work in from the labs, where she worked feverishly. The numbers and equations had to be perfect this time, there could be no errors that two idiots wouldn't report because they were too busy trying to pump themselves up. It didn't matter now, if they couldn't get Yajuu combined into any form, the project was dead anways. And that was one thing she wouldn't let happen. - - - Kazuya Take was a simple man, forced to do a massively unfair job. In a moment of weakness, he let that pilot twerp rattle his cage, which lead to him trying to kill the brat. It didn't comfort him when the project manager had basically said that lots of people had wanted to kill the arrogant twerp, but taking the Getter Condor out for an unplanned spin was a very bad thing to do. So now he had to pilot the thing, or go to jail for attempted theft. Luckily, they paid him so he could continue supporting his family. Reflexively, his idle hands twitched, expressing their desiring to work. Unfortunately, he was barred from doing that, as they were to be combining the Getter soon, whatever the hell that meant. So now, he was working security detail for now... and deities above was it dull. |
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Xion Asuka
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May 27 2007, 09:46 PM Post #6 |
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Damned maggots...
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Arriving at the hangar, the masked soldier shook his head a few times, before walking along to what was apparently a red machine with an unusual weapon in it's hand. Walking around the catwalk to the cockpit, the masked soldier seated himself within the machine, before the cockpit door closed. Inside the machine, the computer begun to start up, it's OS very different from the other standard Balmarian machines... It listed the name of the pilot, his unit affiliation, and other things. "Those days are long gone..." he muttered to himself, those being the first words he spoke all day, as the machine finished starting up. It's eyes hidden behind a visor, the mechanics outside could tell the machine started up by the gleaming coming from the visor. Following this, the machine slowly stepped forward, before floating up and heading towards the hangar of the Fury. Inside, were several other machines... All of them appearing to be Esream's or Haggai's. Landing itself in an empty hangar slot, the masked soldier inside lowering his head a bit to think about future events... At that moment, the Fury had undergone it's final checks, and was now launching. Heading out a bit from the hangar, the ship engaged it's thrusters, before it promptly disappeared. |
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| Kagato Kusenkuhyakujuku | May 27 2007, 10:24 PM Post #7 |
The Blade that Cuts Injustice
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Drivin' down the road, oo yeah! Drivin' down the road! Watchin' out for toads, oo yeah! Drivin' down the road! Hongo Ichimonji, truck driver for the Daimobic Laboratories, switched off his radio as he continued his long drive to the Saotome Labs. He really wasn't sure why he ever had the radio on. The music they played never really appealed to him, it all sounded the same. He knew many others of his profession used as a tool to keep peace of mind, but his mind was tranquil without the aid of these things. Such was his training. Taking the next turn, he came upon the mountain road leading to the Saotome Labs. He'd gone this route before, and everytime he did, it reminded him of his younger years training with his father; his father who would remember none of it. But such was his training. As he came upon the front gate, he opened his window to show the security his clearance. "Hongo Ichimonji, Daimobic. Here with the shipment of parts you requested." |
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Marik_K
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May 27 2007, 10:28 PM Post #8 |
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"Hongo Ichimonji, Daimobic. Here with the shipment of parts you requested." Kazuya looked at the id, before nodding. "Right, thanks for bringing them on such sort notice." He opened the gate for Hongo. |
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May 27 2007, 10:45 PM Post #9 |
Demon Lord of the Round Table
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Stepping off the plane that had brought her to Dakar, Nobue Tonami let out a sigh as the dry heat hit her with the force of a freight train. Letting out a sigh, the EFF soldier pulled the beret she wore off her head and fanned herself with it. "It's hotter than a fuckin' smelter here." She said with a noticeable Scottish accent. Walking down the gangplank, dragging her belongings behind her in a wheeled duffel bag, she only winced more when she exited the shade of the transport plane. "Mother Mary in Heaven, how can anyone live like this?" She sighed as she began walking toward the main Administrations building on the base. "It's so hot..." Inside the Administrations building, a young officer at a desk was quietly minding his work when a stack of papers was placed politely before him. Looking at the papers, he looked up at the glasses-wearing Federation Officer who had placed them there. "All forms regarding the RPT-015-8SP have been filled out and organized, sir." Arc Westland said to the desk-jockey. Taking the papers, the desk-jockey flipped through them and then nodded. "Alright then, Second Lieutenant Westland, your papers will be handed in and your official assignment will be with you shortly." Arc nodded. "Thank you sir." He was about to raise his hand in salute, when the desk-jockey stopped him. "Don't bother with that around here, Westland. Pilots never salute jobbers like me, it's the other way around." "But sir you outrank me, it's only proper that I..." "Like I said, I'm just a jobber. Nobody ever talks about how the guy sorting stockrooms or making sure ones and zeros are in the right place for how much beef bouillon cubes we order in a month. It's all about you guys, the pilots, the Superstars. Don't worry about saluting us, you're supposed to be the hero." Arc nodded. "But sir, I'm just a soldier." With a knowing smile, the desk jockey handed Arc back some more papers. "Here's some stuff I want you to hand back to your CO. Run along now, kid." Once again, Arc prepared to salute, but like before the desk-jockey stopped him. "Salute to me again, pilot, and it's thirty push-ups on the spot." He said with a light smirk. Arc would be delayed a bit doing those push-ups. |
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| Kagato Kusenkuhyakujuku | May 27 2007, 10:45 PM Post #10 |
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The Blade that Cuts Injustice
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"No problem," Hongo replied politely as the gate opened. When the truck was clear, he drove on through to the loading dock. |
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 Akujiki
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May 27 2007, 10:47 PM Post #11 |
Forever "That Guy"
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Doji Himura had always loved nature. Even now he sat on the shoreline of the Corinth Gulf in Greece, watching the tide come in. He was dressed in his casual getup; a pair of khaki pants and his chinese-styled silk shirt, silver based with a dark blue crane emblazeond on it. As he watched the tide come in, he smiled. "Isn't it beautiful to see? The patterns of the waves, the sweeping of the sand in the tide. You would have loved it." His conversational partner was not there. He tucked his legs underneath him and continued to smile. He closed his eyes and was content to simply relax in front of the sight, letting his ears delight in the calming sound while the ocean breeze wreaked havoc on his hair. Fortunately, he hadn't gone through the pretense of tying it or really even organizing it, so the black strands simply flew in the wind unimpeded. "It's a pity that landscapes like these will be disrupted soon. More the pity that someone like Big Fire would try to ruin this for conquest." He nodded a few times. "And all the more reason that people like me have to be prepared for him." A slight shift of his hand revealed the oath ring he had received. He was inducted into the Experts of Justice with little fanfare; they had been desperate to fill their ranks back up after the massive chaos that had erupted years before. But that ring that represented the promise he had made was very important to him. But behind it was another ring that was more important. It hadn't been when he'd originally received it, and it was a long process that got him to finally wear it. And by the time that he was comfortable with it on, it was too late to admit it. The engagement ring. To Yasuki Shinobu, a daughter of the Crab clan. He had considered it a burden at first, a frustration that he was not being left to decide his own wife; there were a good number of choices among the Crane, including a Kakita girl that he'd been fascinated with for years. And in the few years he'd known her, he'd done several things to make her life worse despite her being the only one actively working to make the whole relationship work. And it had ended very fast. And in the worst way possible. There had been an accident of some sort that left her grievously wounded. Himura had been nearby, and immediately came over; in the last days of her life he never left her side once. It was all too late for him to realize eveything. Himura reached up and touched at the wetness forming in his eyes. "Tch. What would she say if she saw this?" Slowly he pushed himself up onto his feet, and welcomed the coming daylight with a smile. "Let come what may. I'll do my best and answer for my actions in Heaven or Hell." |
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Marik_K
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May 27 2007, 10:52 PM Post #12 |
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Yumiko came to lead the inspection of the parts being shipped in. Along with the other usual dregs of lab techs and hired hands, project lead Michiru Saotome came along as well. "Eurakaze, make sure everything is unloaded properly." Michiru ordered. "Yes, professor." Yumiko said obediently, starting the process of over seeing the unloading procedure. "If I may, I would like to express my gratitude on behalf of Saotome Labs to you and Daimobic for helping us with these parts." Michiru said, having come over to speak with the driver. |
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May 27 2007, 11:13 PM Post #13 |
Part Magician, Part Logician, Part Idiot
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High above the earth, a strangely-shaped body was cooling off after entering the atmosphere. It had a pointed nose tapering into a boatlike body, and then a split tail at the rear. On either side of the body, there was a long, almost-cylindrical pod. and another, smaller protrusion was near the middle of the top face, well protected from the heat. After a short while, a smaller form launched from the front of the strange ship, moving into formation with it. The smaller unit's pilot contacted the larger one, as the two began to descend through the clouds. "Well," the female voice asked, "That went pretty well." "Do you think they noticed?" A male voice replied. "With that sattelite we almost hit? I'd be very much surprised. In fact, I'm surprised they haven't launched something." "You mean like an escort?" The ship's commander asked. "That or a nuke," the pilot replied, a smile in her voice. "You're kidding, right?" "We've just gotta trust the Old Man. He said we'd be fine, and his track record's pretty good, so..." "Yeah," the captain replied. "We'll be fine." They both pretended not to hear the twinge of doubt in his voice. |
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Xion Asuka
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May 27 2007, 11:28 PM Post #14 |
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Damned maggots...
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After several moments, the peaceful atmosphere above Earth was disturbed, as the large form of the Fury appeared from a crossgate. Overlooking Africa, the Fury begun to slow it's descent, as the side hull opened up. However, as opposed to all of the machines launching from the ship, only one was launched. The form of the Varuch Ben, flying through the air for several moments, flipped forward once, before planting it's feet on the ground. It looked back into the air towards the Fury. "We have a confirmed landing. Alright, we're returning home now. We'll remain in orbit around Balmar if you need any assistance, combat or otherwise. Until then, keep to your current objective, and send a transmission back if anything changes." one of the Fury's crewmembers spoke, as the ship begun to turn, before reactivating the Crossgate system. After several moments, the ship disappeared from the current space, heading back home, while the Varuch Ben was left on it's own. "... Africa... According to this map, Dakar is located on this same continent... I should move towards Dakar's perimeter and obtain permission to enter." the masked soldier spoke, as the Varuch Ben begun to walk forward. |
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Liger MKII
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May 27 2007, 11:48 PM Post #15 |
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Demon Lord of the Round Table
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As Arc finally left the Administrations Building to return to his post, Nobue walked past him up the stairs on the other side of the railing and walked in. Taking off her beret, she let out a sigh of relief when she hit the cool recycled air of the office. "My, that's much better." She said as she approached the front desk and saluted. "Second Lieutenant Nobue Tonami reporting for duty!" The receptionist, a civilian contractor, looked up at the young woman. "Identification and assignment papers please." Nobue handed the receptionist her documents, who looked over them with disinterest. "Nobu the Demon's Eye?" "That's what they call me." Nobue replied with a proud smirk. "That's a goofy nickname..." The receptionist then paused. "Oh, you're in Commander Lacan's Squadron. You're also testing the 10SP equipment for the RPT-016...God be with you." "Excuse me?" Nobue asked when she got an odd vibe from the receptionist. "Lacan's unit is full of off-color weirdos. Unless you've been around the block, as they say, they're going to drive you crazy." Nobue grinned. "I have two Dads." The Receptionist paused. "What?" "My Father divorced my Mother and married my Stepfather when I was a wee bairn." Nobue explained. "..." The receptionist handed Nobue her papers back and a key to her quarters. "I stand corrected, you're going to fit in just fine with those nutjobs. Welcome to Dakar." Taking her papers, Nobue smiled excitedly. A new squadron, a new base, and new people who sounded like they were going to be a lot of fun. A skip in her step, Nobue placed her beret back on and stepped back out into the sweltering desert heat to find her quarters and hopefully some relief. |
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Xion Asuka
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May 28 2007, 12:14 AM Post #16 |
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Damned maggots...
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"In the distance..." the masked pilot spoke to himself, as the Varuch Ben's sensors zoomed in not once, not twice, but three times. In the distance, he could see the form of Dakar coming up on him... Chances were, if he could see Dakar by this point, they could tell he was there too. However, before he advanced further, he got an advanced warning of something approaching from the air. Glancing into the sky, the masked pilot caught only a glimpse of a fast-moving ship, before it proceeded along. "That looks suspicious... The crew of the Fury did tell me to keep an eye out for anything suspicious..." he spoke to himself, as the Varuch Ben turned, and begun to head in the direction the ship was going to land at. |
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 Shinigami Grahf
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May 28 2007, 12:38 AM Post #17 |
The Fat Comet
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Here in ancient Greece, millenia ago The villianous Mycene would rule Led by the Great General of the Dark They brought terror to the land, air, and sea Junko Hoshino let out a heavy sigh, arms folded across her chest below her breasts as she stared out over the massive mural decorating the entrance to the massive archeological site that continued to dig and learn more about the acient past of the land of the Greeks. Why was she in Greece of all places? Tsurugi said it'd be best to learn about the heritage of their Labs' struggles before she was officially comissioned with the test battle against the Desert King's robot as Medusa A's debut. Junko didn't mind - she thought Greece was beautiful, but sitting around learning about how awful Ankoku Daishogun had been in the past wasn't very entertaining, all the same. Tugging lightly at the jacket over her shoulders, covering her spaghetti strap white top she wore underneath, Junko stretched her limbs as she turned away from the mural depicthing the Great General and his forces attacking the ancients of Greece as she headed out of the building. The wind blew against her comfortably, hitting the better part of her legs that weren't covered by her deni skirt and keeping her cool despite the warm weather. She slid her hands in to the pockets of her thin jacket as she began down a sidewalk, raising her head to look ahead of herself, wondering how she'd spend her time in this place, of all places. Thankfully, part of the training Tsurugi and Hono had put her under was having her learn numerous languages, which served her well no matter where she went. Photon Labs' star pilot continued down a bustling Greek sidewalk, humming softly as she wondered where she'd stop to get a bite to eat; Hono always raved about Greek food, after all. |
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| SanzoGenjo_NightingalePriestess | May 28 2007, 12:38 AM Post #18 |
Devout member of the "fuck you!" club
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FIGHT! Voltes V! "EVERYONE! V-TOGETHER!" A young man wearing a red V-suit yelled at the top of his lungs. At that very moment, the five V-machines took flight in their famous V-Formation. With Cruiser 1 leading the action, bolts of lighting formed around the machines to charge them with the power they needed to defend the Earth from the Boazanian invaders. With his eyes set and focused on the Boazan beast fighter, Kenichi Go and the V-Team focused in order to make the Volt-In successful. "V-Together, ok!" Kenichi heard his teammates confirm through the com lines. Furrowing his eyebrows as he gazed on at the team's foe, and yelled, "Everyone, now! LETS...." Kenichi, Ippei, Daijiro, Hyoshi, and Megumi leaned forward to press the red button that sat on their controls. "VOLT IIIIIIINNNNN!!!!!!!!" [Cue song: "Voltes V no Uta" by Horie Mitsuko] Now in solid V-Formation, the machines started to take form into something much larger. Cruiser 1 folded back and revealed the face of the Choudenji Robo who would be their savior--Bomer 2 would follow suit, as would Panzer 3, Frigate 4, and finally Lander 5. As the V-Machines began to merge and connect into one, Kenichi smirked, knowing that as long as he fought together with his friends, the Voltes team was unstoppable! As soon as Lander 5 connected to form the feet, Kenichi's pilot seat set itself in the right eye of the giant robot. Once all was connected, and the Volte-In sequence was completed, the 58 meter robot raised it's fist into the air as Kenichi proudly yelled... "VOLTES V!!!!!!!" "Kenichi," Ippei Mine said, a hand on his teammate's shoulder, shaking him gently. "Kenichi!" Tearing his mind away from many years ago, Kenichi Go Shook his head and returned to the present. "Hm? Sorry, Ippei. You were saying?" Sighing softly as well as resisting the urge to punch him in the face, the Japanese cowboy replied, "I was just filling you in on the progress of the new team." "Oh, right..." Kenichi nodded, taking another glance at the screen in front of him--watching and reviewing the new Voltes team's training session from earlier this morning. ------ Rizal d'Amboise, a young man in his early 20s, as well as a young Boazanian aristocrat, was chosen to lead the new team. At first he was a bit hesitant to fight when he was told that his teammates would be hornless and humans, but when he learned that it was a direct order from his king, he could not refuse. After all, the new king WAS Prince Heinel's son, whom Rizal had a deep respect for. After returning home from his training session, Rizal sighed as he set his helmet on his dresser. Still in his red V-Suit [tailored to look similar to Kenichi Go's], Rizal pulled out his civilian suit to change in. He had not met his other teammates yet, Kenichi had told him that he soon would when the time would come. Still a little apprehensive about the whole thing, Rizal still kept his calm, the words of the Imperial Uncle couldn't be wrong, right? "Shin Voltes V," Rizal muttered to himself after throwing his V-Suit onto his bed. "It's the descendant of the original machine itself." He was only a small child when it happened, but he could still remember it clearly. The very day the Voltes V broke through walls of the Bozanian kingdom, the duel with the war-god, Gordor, everything. That day, the Boazanian way of life was turned upside-down by just one robot. And, with the death of tyrant, Emperor Zambouji, the Dark Age of Boazan was over. Or so he thought, despite Kenichi and Heinel's attempt to fully liberate the hornless people of his planet, the slave-trade still continued by under-the-table actions. He should know, he owned one. "Master," A soft voice came in after a knock wrapped on his door. "Hm?" Rizal buttoned up his collar. "Come." With permission given, a young woman with dark green hair entered. She bowed her head to Rizal and said, "Your father wishes to speak to you." "Ah, thank you, Saoirse." He said, looking at his servant-girl. He looked at her clothes, for a servant-girl she was much better dressed than 3/4's of the slave population of his planet. Probably because Rizal's mother had taken great pity on her when Rizal first brought Saoirse home. Adjusting the cuffs on his sleeves, Rizal walked pass the young woman to meet with his father. ------ Saburo Kanaye, Shin Voltes V's second pilot sighed softly as he walked down the streets of Tokyo. He was on a short leave from training to make a couple visits on Earth. Adjusting the collar of his white trench coat, he also slipped on his sunglasses and waited for the traffic light to change colors. Looking at the faces around him, he thought to himself how unaware these people were of the bigger things in the universe. It's strange being back home after all this time, Saburo thought to himself. I guess this just means I had gotten too used to life on some alien planet, or something. Just then the light turned green and the pedestrians were allowed to cross. Saburo smirked when he saw a pretty girl walk by him. He had always wondered about the girl he'd soon meet on his team ever since he heard of her from Megumi Oka who was her trainer. "Any woman being trained by that Kunoichi, is bound to be a lovely girl by default." He muttered to himself, turning his attention back forward, reaching to the bar ahead of him. ---- "You wanted to see me, Professor Go?" The voice of Yuudai Fuuchouin said. "Yuudai, yes. Come in." Kenichi said, setting some files on his desk. A half-breed, Yuudai had both Boazanian and Human blood flowing through his veins. Growing up, he thought that he was the only one, until he met the Go brothers. "I've been reviewing your progress as well as the progress of the others," Kenichi said with a smirk. "And I must say, I AM impressed." "Thank you, sir." Yuudai said humbly. "I just wanted to let you know, that since your improvement is growing faster than any of the other teammembers, I'll be increasing your difficulty level to 15 on the simulations." Yuudai nodded, "Understood." ---- "Are you sure this is right?" Saoirse Roisin asked shyly, looking at the small communicator in her hand. "You worry too much, Saoirse," Megumi said, speaking into the other half of the communicator that she gave her. "Besides, he has to learn someday." With a worried look on her face, the young servant-girl sighed, "I hope you're right." ---- In his room, a young boy of age eight sat at his desk. Kazuki Midou, child of two professors, assistant to Kenichi Go, tinkered with a small robot he worked hard to build. Borrowing the plans from former Voltes V member, Hiyoshi Go, Kazuki wanted to see if he could make a more updated version of Hiyoshi's old toy, Takko. ****** [End of introduction of the Voltes Team. Update on old cast, get.] Kelly-Ann MacKendrick sat on the console with a VR-visor around her eyes. The top cadet in her class, she was one of the few who was allowed to use the combat simulator. However, the results were not good. "Miss MacKendrick," her teacher said. "while you're excelling in academics and physical education, your scores from the simulations have not been improving all that much." "I apologize," The pink-haired girl said, working with a couple joysticks as she continued her mock-combat. "No need to," The instructor said, "Compared to the other students your age on the simulation, you're still the highest scoring cadet. Besides, you just started a month ago, you'll get it soon." Kelly nodded as she shot down and enemy MS in the simulation battle. "Understood." ---- One early morning in Manhattan, Hodges walked in with a mug of coffee in hand. Letting out a brief yawn, he blinked his eyes a bit when he saw his wife sitting in front of the window, watching the busy street down below. "How's your back?" He asked his wife, Sarah, as he touched her shoulder gently. "Much better," she said softly. Standing up, Sarah placed a hand on her rather large belly. "Another month," Hodges said, kissing his wife's cheek affectionately. ------- Busy in the kitchen preparing supper, Myong MacKendrick was chopping up some meat and vegetables for stew. She set aside the chopped peppers aside and went to check on the pot roast in the oven. Seeing that it was ok, she stood back up and slid the meat and vegetables into the broth. Glancing out the window, she saw Kudamori in the garden attending to the flowers with her daughter, Meja. Seeing this Myong smirked, having Meja around had really changed Kudamori a lot. Kudamori who used to be callous and rude, was now a tender, loving grandmother--which amused her greatly. At the breakfast table sat her nephew, Justin who was doing his homework while waiting for supper. 6 years old now, Justin now has a full head of red-hair, and was starting to look like his father everyday. Though because of the red hair, he had a slight resemblance to her late-husband, Nate. Myong sighed softly with content, happy with how her life was going now. She took a small ladle and began to stir the beef stew while the rest of supper was cooking. ---- "Grandma," Meja chirped quietly, her eyes staring at her Grandmother's gardening. "What's that?" "This?" Kudamori said, holding up one of the flowers she had snipped. "It's a flower your mother brought home from Freed a few years ago. They're supposed to represent eternal, undying love." "Oooh..." Meja nodded, understanding what Kudamori had just told her. "I see." "Kudamori, Meja!" Myong called out, leaning against the doorframe. "Dinner time!" "Nyu," Meja squeaked happily, playfully patting Kudamori's back. "My favorite time of the day." The little girl slid away from her Grandmother's side and, and quickly ran for her mother. Myong picked up the child in her arms and kissed her forehead. "Did you have fun?" Meja nodded, "Yes. What are we eating?" "Beef stew," Her mother answered. Meja made a face which Myong only chuckled and gently pressed a finger on her daughter's nose. "Don't be like that, it's good for you." "...." Meja paused, still unsure. "If you don't eat, you won't get to play. You'll go straight to bed." Her mother scolded lightly. Her eyes widening a bit, Meja panicked. "No! I'll eat, I'll eat!" "Good girl," Myong said with a smirk. |
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| Kagato Kusenkuhyakujuku | May 28 2007, 01:17 AM Post #19 |
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The Blade that Cuts Injustice
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"We are always glad to help," Hongo said with a slight bow, "Never know when we might need it the most." Truthfully, he didn't know the horrors of the war that most did. Living deep in the mountains his whole life, he was sheltered from the ravages of the Super Robot Wars and wouldn't have even imagined giant robots fighting each other to the death. However, his venture off into the world five years later opened his eyes to such things as he travelled ruined cities and heard people's tales. His current job, however, brought him up close with giant robots everyday. And today would likely be no different. |
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May 28 2007, 01:22 AM Post #20 |
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Roaming the six paths of hell
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"Thank you, and please, feel free to look around." Michiru said with a smile, before gesturing to the truck. "This may take a while, and we have enough hands." |
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| angry123 | May 28 2007, 02:06 AM Post #21 |
Something something.
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It was just a regular day, here in the fields of Africa. All the grass around was dyed golden due to the sunset, and all of the other beasts were in the habiat. But there was one additional creature around, and her name was Abeni Obi. She had been away for such a long time, it had taken her so long to get back finally. But she wasn't at her exact location, and decided to take a small rest. She was traveling light, so all she had to wear was a long white shirt (with underwear of course >_>) and a long matchin sash to match that tied her long hair. She slept on her rock peacefully, unknown that she had some vistors from the area... Lions, apprantly had mistaken her for pray, and crept up quietly as they could to make sure she wouldn't get away. 5 of them, lionesses, moved in, slowly getting closer each second... Until they pounced. Abeni opened her eyes, but it was too late, they were upon her. |
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| CJ | May 28 2007, 06:02 AM Post #22 |
Swinging On A Star
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Catherine Jordan eyed the vast desert moodily as she made her approach. She was still in space, the camera zoomed on the Dakar base. “Sand. Why sand?” she mumbled. A beeping sound caught her attention, her eerily blue eyes turning to another console, the handsome face of a soldier appearing on the screen. “You’ve been cleared for entry, Commander Jordan,” he spoke. “About time… What was that delay about?” “A lot of new arrivals today, busy airspace and all that. You know, the usual.” “Right… Is it as hot as it looks, down here?” “A real furnace, ma’am.” “Why Africa? What’s wrong with Arizona?” Cat groaned. The soldier shrugged. “I heard they were already booked over there. Besides, we have less chances of collateral in the Sahara.” She sighed, beginning to prepare for atmospheric entry. “Is Parker here yet?” “Yes ma’am, your team arrived this morning,” he answered. “Good… tell her to be ready, lieutenant. There’s something wrong with the seat, it’s shaking too much when I reach 2G, it shouldn’t be.” “Aye aye, ma’am.” "And... Does Commander Lacan know that I'm coming?" "Your arrival is classified, ma'am. It's only us, your team and the brass who know." "All right." Someone whistled in the back, and the soldier turned to look. “Have you seen the ass on that thing?” a soldier, unseen, spoke. The lieutenant was ogling already and Cat rolled her eyes. “Lieutenant Hawk.” “Aw man, she’s hot.” “Lieutenant! Get your eyes off Tonami’s ass!” The young man stood to attention suddenly, gulping. “How did she know..?” the unseen soldier mumbled. “So-sorry, ma’am,” Hawk swallowed. Her blue eyes narrowed and she smirked. “Lieutenant, what are you doing tonight? I will need someone to show me around the base.” He blinked, then suddenly grinned. “It will be a pleasure, ma’am!” Hawk let out. Cat turned her head away towards another console, rolling her eyes. It was just the same thing as back home. It was almost too easy. She pressed a few buttons and spoke, “All right, preparing for entry in T minus 30.” “Roger that, Commander.” Cat sat comfortably and hoped that the seat would hold on. It was the first time she was trying atmospheric entry with the Grungust Type-5 and she was slightly wary. And just then… her sensors picked up something. “Damnit,” she mumbled, trying to look at what it was. Seeing that it was more than likely to be a ship, an unidentified one at that, Catherine halted the procedure. “I have a ship on my nine,” she told Hawke. “I’m going to investigate.” “Ma’am! You haven’t been cleared to-“ Cat cut the transmission and the Grungust made its way towards the stranded ship. She first approached it, not yet calling out to it. When she was near enough to be able to retaliate if need be, she spoke, “Unidentified vessel, this is SRG-05 Alpha, with the Earth Federation Army. You are currently within restricted air space. Please identify yourself and state your intentions.” |
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Akujiki
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May 28 2007, 08:30 AM Post #23 |
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Forever "That Guy"
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Doj Himura's breathing matched the tide. Inhale as it came in, exhale as it went out. That was, of course, ignoring the random 'explosions' of water with every stroke of his sword. His daily warmup had always consisted of practice on the beach; learning how to move in the sand had been a difficult task at first, but how he spun and maneuvered on it with the greatest of ease. The sand was shifted repeatedly as he moved swiftly across it, from batch of foes to foes. The only difference between him and anyone else was that every time Himura struck, the force behind it was so strong that the displaced air continued until it met the ocean, causing the water to burst into the air. Himura had actually managed to keep dry so far, a game he played with himself to see how fast he could move. But now, vested of his shirt, he turned to the ocean. Kneeling shortly, he made a short prayer to the Water Kami in forgiveness and appreciation for its gifts, and then rose again. Despite being comparatively short to most of the new Experts, that had done nothing about keeping him in shape; his defined abdomen and well-muscled shoulder and back were proof enough that he kept himself in shape. As was the fact that he was now conducting the chorus of explosions in the ocean. His initial strike had been his infamous Imperial Iai, drawing the blade with such ferocy that an incoming wave had itself been completely separate from its lower half. A pair of followup strikes had forced the separated half to burst apart even more. As the erupting water began to arc back down, Himura continued his vicious assault. An overhead strike followed by a pair of swift thrusts and then a bisecting horizontal cut wreaked havoc on the incoming wave. A hapless surfer that had been riding the wave was caught in the explosions, him and his board launching some fifty feet backwards terrified but otherwise intact. Himura decided it might be a good idea to stop. Now drenched with saltwater, he felt a bit more relaxed and energized for the day's events. But first, he needed to get back to town. Gathering his shirt and other necessary items he had deposited, he scambled over to his bike, a Valkyrie Rune that he brought with him everywhere. Not bothering to redress, he simply attached his no-dachi and stuffed the other items in the saddlebags. A grin of satisfaction crossed his face as the engine revved up, and then he was off, quickly blowing past sixty. He wanted to make pretty good time. That, and the road was deserted and he felt like having a bit of fun. |
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| Torii | May 28 2007, 08:37 AM Post #24 |
Mechanical Bird of Kira Yamato
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[Removed] *** "Captain, we've detected the Grungust Type-5 on radar. It appears to be leaving Dakar airspace." Standing up, a towering Russian man looked out in the distance through the bridge windows before giving a light sigh and looking at the radar on the main screen. Raising his right hand, he placed it against his forehead. This was not what the report said the arrivals from Langley were going to be doing. Jordan, if he recalled correctly... She didn't have anything especially bad on her record, so there should be some sort of reason for this behavior... Making his mind, he let his hand fall forward and began to give out orders to the bridge crew. "Check with Dakar Base to confirm whether the Type-5 was given clearance to enter that sector. Accelerate to half-speed and change our bearing 20 degrees starboard. CIC, attempt to establish a connection with the Type-5." "Roger!" "This is Captain Dorovskikh. Commander Jordan, respond. You have not been given clearance to enter that sector. What are you doing?" |
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| Thrawnma | May 28 2007, 08:52 AM Post #25 |
Sophisticated Ancestor of Reptiles and Birds
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Mikael lounged in his office, a small room that sat off the side of the hangar where the units under his "command" were stored. The room was mild in temperature, a small and efficient fan/air conditioner kept the room comfortable. Mikael's feet were propped up on his small, oak desk, leaning back in his leather padded desk chair of the same. He was wearing what could only be called non-standard issue uniform, a pair of khaki cargo pants, a set of tan boat shoes, a white tanktop tucked in and belted with a long sleeved white button up shirt over it, unbuttoned and with the sleeves rolled up and held in place by convenient wooden frogs on the sleeves. On his desk were papers in neat order, as well as a large glass pitched of sun brewed tea with some lemons sliced up in it. A small refrigerator behind him hummed, flanked on both sides by tall green metal filing cabinets. On the window sills sat three more pitchers of tea, the sun brewing the tea canisters inside them. Mikael took a sip from his glass of tea, was thoughtful for a moment before he added a small splash of simple syrup to the unsweetened drink. Today was a day he would enjoy some sweetened tea, as he read the reports and orders that had come in that day. "New people," Mikael said easily peering through his wire-frame reading glasses. And an order asking him to PLEASE maintain proper dress code while on duty. Mikael shrugged. He'd remembered to put his rank badges on lately, though the promotion to Lieutenant Commander still took him by surprise. "Any higher up and I'd never be a pilot..." he mused. "Wonder when my newbies will get here. Better assemble the team, in that case." Mikael got up and walked over to his door, and leaned out into the hangar. "Listen up, we've got new folks coming in today, bust out the buffet table!" There was a jubilant, but small, chorus in reply, and Mikael returned to his desk and back to his work. "Work work work." |
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