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Blood and Iron; You Dig Giant Robots
Topic Started: Jan 1 2008, 12:00 AM (8,670 Views)
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Cargo Hold

It took Avenger a minute to get his bearings back in order.

"Ok... I can breathe... Lets see... Fluffy pillows... Hardly any extra space... Some sort of hologram dude named 'Nova'..." He thought to himself. "Whats going on here?"

"Yeah... I think I am." He groggily replied, removing his helmet, which looked a little worse for the wear. "Who are you and where am I?"
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"You are lucky. By logical estimation, your life support systems and air supply would have run out in the next 15 seconds. I commend you on your survival, however. You are in the cargo hold of the NL Andromeda, currently in the employ of the Loyalist Military Forces."

The machine was apparently not moving... Or was it? Avenger could see that behind the man's head were moving and rapidly passing stars as the machine turned, but there was no lurch, no sign that it moved at all, at least not by body response standards. Avenger remained suspended in mid-air inside the cargo hold.

"We are currently on the way towards New Gettysburg. Identify yourself."

In the meanwhile, "Nova" steered the large, armored mech back towards New Gettysburg, maximizing thrust to get back as quickly as possible. He had a mission to complete, and then a rendezvous with the professor was in order. Judging by the transmission, it came from Avalon or the orbit around it, and knowing the professor, it was the Apocalypse making a shining appearance.

The pilot almost chuckled to himself. Havoc will soon erupt above Avalon...
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~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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Andromeda Cargo Hold

"The name is Avenger. Part of the Loyalists, from the Rapid Island colony." He stated bluntly. "I should thank you. Thanks to you, I can get revenge on my dear friend."

He then took a minute to notice his many injuries, including a nice little gash above his eye.

"Of course, thats after I heal up and get a hold of some new equipment. I'm assuming you can hook me up, considering how well built this ship seems to be. Its like we're not even moving..."
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"I am Nova, mercenary employee of the Loyalist forces. However, you are incorrect in assuming that this is a ship. The NL Andromeda is a battle-mech designed specifically for close-quarter encounters."

The inner walls of the cargo hold, except for the green lines, suddenly lit up and created a real-time image of the space outside, including the quickly approaching New Gettysburg which seemed to be the pilot's current direction. The video looked all TOO realistic, creating a feel of floating in outer space without a helmet on.

"I would not be so quick to seek vengeance, if I were in your position. I will not be able to deliver you to a safe location until my mission is complete. In the meanwhile, please place any hand on the closest green line to yourself, I shall initiate bio-nanite recovery. If at any point you feel disconcerted about the photo-image created within the cargo hold, please inform me."

The boosters on the Andromeda cut off, yet it didn't slow this time, plummeting towards the planet's atmosphere at the speed it has accumulated. It was not long before the gravitational field grabbed a hold of the Andromeda and pulled upon it, pulling it downwards with even more speed than before. The mech, without slowing down and protecting itself from friction in the atmosphere, rocketed down t the ground.

An aura of flame surrounded the mech as it plummeted from the sky like a meteor, the flame doing absolutely nothing to the outer armor layer, even if the heat from the outside must have been unbearably high. Seconds later, the Andromeda passed the cloud line... And flipped upside-down, firing thrusters and slowing its descent. Such a maneuver would have been absolutely impossible with a normal mech: The countering G-forces would have killed the pilot.

But both Nova and Avenger, currently floating in a supported Anti-Gravity field, felt absolutely no G-forces.

The Andromeda slowed even further, coming closer and closer to the surface, analyzing the situation...
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Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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-Avalon-

Peterson grinned, hearing Colonel Didymus’s speech.

“Perhaps you have a point, good Colonel.”

Flying upwards, Peterson positioned his mech in front of Didymus, holding up it’s two pronged beam weapon.

“But man, as a species, stagnates when connected like this. Without conflict, without some separation, without different viewpoints, we can not become greater…” Peterson said softly, “More this, I also fight!”

He fired his mech forward to attack Didymus!

Elsewhere, part of the fleet prepared for the next phase of battle…But not yet. Not yet…
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Avenger was awed by what he was seeing. This had to have been the most advanced piece of machinery he had ever seen. He did what Nova had instructed, and placed his hand on the green lines around him.

"Nanite recovery... Amazing..." He said, already feeling the effects of the system. "Ok, I'll wait awhile on my plans. Besides, I'll need a new mech and training before I can take him on again. My lack of experience was my downfall last time..."
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The battle raged around them. Capital ships blasted away at each other, fighter squadrons did their intricate dances about the field, but those two officers, Didymus and Peterson, were dueling, like a (more or less) chivalric duel for the honor of the causes and factions and entities and beings and such that they respectively strove to serve...but at the same time, it was unbridled war. Both Didymus and Peterson knew that, and knew that this was not a spar for practice. It was a real, genuine, fight.

Didymus would have spoken up again. He would have countered and attempted to call the morality of Peterson's viewpoint into question.

But then, Peterson lunged for him. So he decided to hold his tonuge and focus on the fight. If he crippled Peterson, maybe he'd talk then. But now, he had to focus. He had prayed, his will was made out, so, ready to be sent onward to meet God face-to-face, if that were to be the result of this battle, Didymus responded to Peterson's attack.

Deciding that engaging Peterson in a melee would not be the wisest move, he nonetheless activated his mech's energized solid (a VERY strong metal sword charged with energy, combining the effects of a beam and a solid sword) sword, but its thrusters also kicked in and moved it quickly to the side, and, still facing Peterson's mech, Didymus's mech raised its right hand and fired the energized projectile (think a laser gun and a mass driver combined into one) rifle it held at Peterson's mech.
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"I shall attempt to address your problem as quickly as possible after my mission is complete."

The holographic screen with the pilot's face then disappeared and the Andromeda finally settled to the ground in a vast, hilly plain where a battle was fought only hours ago. Quickly mapping the area, the Andromeda swerved and weaved in between hills as it shot off towards the last major battlefield on the surface of New Gettysburg.

It only took a minute for the mech to reach its destination, moving very quickly through the terrain, spewing a trail of green... Glitter? Some sort of strange, greenish energy was coming out of the back of the mech that left a bright-green trail in its wake, enabling it to fly quickly without using its thrusters and at surprisingly high speeds. Finally, the Andromeda climbed and crested a hill, stopping. During the minute that it move, the rescued pilot was receiving nano-treatment, small nanites crawling over his body like tiny bugs, repairing the tissue. By the time the Andromeda stopped, the Nanites returned to the mech, the pilot completely "repaired".

The view outside was magnificent. The rebels here stood no chance. The last of the rebel forces on New Gettysburg were cornered in on all four sides by incoming Loyalist troops. The Rebels fought valiantly, taking almost two to one numbers, but the number of Loyalist troops was just too high... And too skilled. Lasers, bullets and energized projectiles flew everywhere as tanks, walkers and foot soldiers fought their very best and gave their lives on the battlefield of New Gettysburg.

So... Andromeda connected with Avalon yet again.

"This is Nova of the Andromeda, broadcasting to Avalon Mercenary Office. New Gettysburg is under control. Awaiting further orders."

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The Apocalypse, currently circling around the battlefield, finally grew bored. There was nothing to do and thew ship was not gaining any attention at all, sadly enough. Sechs, the most impatient out of all of them and the pilot of all people, was whining almost consistently now about wanting a fight, his fingers itching for the battle controls but stopping before they reached.

The professor seemed completely undaunted, however. He had an amused look in his eye as he watched the battle play out. But... He threw a glance at his three androids and grinned widely, picking up a new plate of flan for consumption. Maybe... It was time to aid in the chaos. But which side?

Rebels? Avalon?

The choice was quite vague... Time to have some fun with this. It was time to show the agents of chaos how CHAOTIC one can be. Professor Desty Nova put away the plate and leaned forward, his eyes glinting eagerly.

"Elf, Zwölf! Remove all combat system locks, put up our shields, bring up the combat map! Power up all weapons! Maximize reactor efficiency, channel the energy through the Crystal! Deploy 25% of the power to shields, 50% to all weapon systems, 15% to engines and 10% to the Solar Lance! Sechs, take us in!"

He sat back. "We're going HUNTING."

The trio immediately got to work as the battleship swerved towards the combat zone, a shimmering, blue field momentarily visible over its body. Numerous weapon hatches opened up on the sides, and an enormously-long cannon, easily a third of the length of the entire ship, moved out from underneath the hull of the Apocalypse, locking in place. The engines flared as additional power surged into them...

Desty Nova, however, wanted to drop more chaos onto the battlefield, play MORE with Karma. So, without further ado, he broadcasted a radio signal to both Peterson... And Didymus at the same time.

"This is the attack battleship NL Apocalypse. Under special circumstances, we would just stand and watch, but it seems that the pilot of my ship is a little too IMPATIENT and has an itchy trigger finger. So, gentlemen... Which of you would want our help this day?"
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~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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"Understood, Nova." came a reply.

"Report to Avalon. We would like your assistance there ASAP."

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Didymus, without responding to Desty's transmission himself, forwarded it to Clarke's HQ.

He was in combat, and did not wish to be distracted with negotiating the terms of service of somebody undecided.

Clarke, upon hearing that transmission, did respond to it as she continued to coordinate Avalon's defense.

"NL Andromeda, this is loyalist command." she said, not identifing herself directly, although her voice was unmistakable to anyone familiar with it (if they had heard it on the news or something).

"Your help would be very much appreciated."

She awaited Desty's reply.
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-Avalon-

After Peterson had been parried, he thrust upwards, avoiding Didymus’ missiles and pulling out his own gun, taking aim and firing a blast from it.

Then, of course, came the strange scientist’s offer.

“Help who you want…” Peterson replied. He was a veteran in fighting, “While I’d admit any help is good, it’s not my place to tell others what to do if they can not agree with me…I lead for those who believe in me…”
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Desty Nova couldn't help but grin. Their replies were... A little less than surprising. The Loyalists, ready to grab whatever help they could find, were ting to put themselves into a better light while fighting off a very powerful rebellion coalition. The Rebels, on the other hand, were simple anarchists who believed that a stagnant empire did no good... But were willing to shed blood to end the stagnation.

Neither side was truly evil... But Desty, after all, was not looking for good or evil. He never chose sides based on morals, that never made things any fun. In this case, however, help would be accepted willingly on either side... And either side could fork over a large amount of money and/or resources for aid.

It is thew resources that Desty Nova was looking for. His laboratory, hidden somewhere in space, was currently running out of certain types of materials: Heavy Water, Uranium, Palladium and several other minerals that are not found in abundance. He was already harvesting a good portion of the minerals he needed by himself... but if ANYTHING aided the process, he was more than happy to oblige.

If it involved explosions, so be it.

But who was the more connected side? Fornax, for all of its beauty and its moons, was heavily populated. The minerals there were heavily mined, extracted and sent into war zones for construction of battle armor, weaponry, vehicles, mechs, etc. The military, on the other hand, was a widespread federal system, united under a banner... And much easier to negotiate with.

So, Desty Nova lauighed that weird laugh of his and spoke.

"It looks like I shall have to decline your less-than-generous offer, Mr. Peterson. My beliefs, no matter which way you look at them... Are not rooted in Anarchy. Have a good day! Oh, and as a consolation... Watch the butt, there are two Loyalist fighters closing in on your position. Ciao!"

And Peterson's end of the line cut off as Desty's face switched from a "happy-go-lucky" countenance to a businesslike smirk. The only one remaining on his line was the woman whom he had seen a multitude of times, broadcasted all over the Loyalist "Empire". He had to admit, this was one of the most formidable women he had ever met. She has been through dozens of battles, led hundreds of thousands of soldiers into battle with success after glorious success. This was a woman he could RESPECT.

And he was willing to give her that respect... In his own way.

"Samantha Clarke. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, I was not expecting such a quick rendezvous. It looks like fortunes smile upon us both today, eh? Kyeeee-heehee! I would be oh-so-glad to join in on the fighting, and I can see that my pilot is already staring at me with a very... Eager eye. I accept your offer... On one single condition."

He grinned widely before loudly proclaiming the most RIDICULOUS wish ever. "If possible, I would like certain research and chemistry materials delivered to the Nova Apple Farms on Avalon. Is it a deal?"

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Nova nodded in response to the transmission. "Affirmative. I shall be in Avalon Orbit within the next 20 minutes. Over and out."

He switched off the communication line and prepared himself. The mech straightened out on top of the hill as a laser shot whizzed by, shot by a careless Rebel who suddenly noted a lone shape on the hilltop. Deciding to make one last impression... Or just to take care of the threat, the Andromeda pulled up its arm, revealing the laser cannon it used so successfully before. Again, the barrel began to spin, the red coil glowing brighter and brighter as the glow accumulated near the tip of the spinning barrel...

Again, nearly one hundred vehicles and ground battle units of the Rebellion found themselves locked on to. Again a hundred small laser beams, just enough to match a tank's primary cannon, zoomed into the battlefield, DODGING AROUND Loyalist troops like advanced homing missiles and striking the designated targets with pinpoint precision, taking down pilots, engines, weapons and anything that would cripple the enemy to prevent them from fighting or firing.

Again, the Andromeda threw the entire battle for a loop.

But it didn't stick around for long enough to enjoy the show. No, the pilot was far too efficient to enjoy his handiwork. Shooting up into the sky, the thrusters maximized, all of them putting enough thrust to lift 6 Andromedas at once into orbit. Under normal circumstances, the pilot would not be able to survive the G-forces of such an undertaking, no matter what kind of suit they were wearing. But inside... Both the pilot and his precious, living cargo were absolutely unaffected by the G-forces.

As the Andromeda shot higher and higher, Nova engaged the hyperdrive. It continued to fly upwards as the seconds counted off, one after another, and when the mech entered the Stratosphere, the surroundings of the mech shifted and accelerated as it entered the parallel sub-dimension, flying through hyperspace without the need for a carrier. In under 5 minutes, the long tunnel opened on the end... And the Andromeda jumped out on the opposite side of the battlefield from the Apocalypse.
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~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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Clarke, despite the eccentricity of Desty, maintianed her composure, and replied, frankly:

"What kind of research materials?"

Meanwhile, above Avalon, Didymus's mech began to manuver in an erratic pattern as he avoided Peterson's shots, and returned fire himself.

They were having a shootout.
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Desty grinned.

"Oh, nothing TOO big. What I require is Iron, Aluminum, Silicon, Magnesium and active Uranium, which I am sure you can deliver within sufficient storage quite safely. I also require several composites: Heavy Water which you most likely know as Deuterium, Palladium and a sample of the material you have recently discovered, the red crystalline matter which is currently being observed by your top researchers."

He nodded, as if confirming the list to himself, before letting out a snicker and again filling his mouth with a spoonful of flan, swallowing before he continued.

"Of course, the last is quite optional, but it is a sample I am MOST intrigued in. But, nevertheless, I require the other materials for research and development purposes, which I am sure you understand I cannot reveal as a freelancing scientist. After all, we all have our secrets, no matter how interesting!"

The Apocalypse closed in quickly. As it got closer and closer to the battlegrounds, numerous turrets flipped out of its sides and the large "fins" on its back, two smaller cannons deploying from the sides of the launch deck which already supported the primary cannon, the primary weapon slowly gaining a yellow luminescence. A stray laser shot swung right by the ship, flying past its fins, another stray laser hitting the ship directly on the nose, only to find that a rather tough shield has prevented the laser from doing any damage at all.

The Andromeda, however, was currently avoiding a direct confrontation, swinging around the battlefield and closing in on the Apocalypse. Apparently, both knew each other quite well, since the Andromeda, entering the attack radius of the Apocalypse, was not shot at.
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Now becomes the the past in an instant — and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That is the way of things! I spit upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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Clarke regarded Desty again.
"For your main requests, very well, but we will retain the crystalline substance." she said. "Thank you. Clarke out."

With that, she cut that transmission and again focused on directing loyalist forces over Avalon.
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-Avalon-

Peterson’s custom Geloog maneuvered to the side, taking out his close range weapon again and slashing, the two Loyalists mechs coming from behind being sliced in two.

Returning his attention to Peterson, he thrusted downwards now, pulling out his gun once more, taking aim and firing towards the leg joints of Didymus’s mech!

He didn’t have time to reflect on Nova’s decision…It didn’t matter, he knew what, and who he was fighting for…Or at least, what he believed in.

Meanwhile, the final preparations were ready to take place…The Avalon Strike…

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“How soon will this be back up and running?” a voice wondered, hidden in shadows, projected by a TV screen, speaking to the scientist in charge.

“Err…well…we’re…not sure…” the scientist stuttered, fearful.

The figure seemed peeved, then continued, “Get to work then! I want it to be operational again before I head over to the Orion Negotiations…Peterson’s good, but I don’t think he’ll be able to take Avalon, at least not enough for it to be a bargaining chip…”

The scientist paused, letting out a sigh of relief, then nodded, “Yes sir…ma’am!”

“Oh, and if you screw up again…” the figure said, “You’ll be transferred to the new weapons research facility, got it?”

Gulping, the scientist nodded and ran off, the screen going blank…
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