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| AGodofIrony | Jan 2 2008, 04:35 PM Post #46 |
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-Orbit Over Avalon- The mechs were failing, being blasted away, but a few lived, still firing, as the disabled robots were scattered about. Dum, dum, dummm… -Spork HQ- “Space? No…he…Went to the store!” Eddie said cheerfully, “To get milk. On another planet.” If A.I.s could cough, Eddie would have done so. “Anyways, how may I help you Avenger?” |
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| Saiyavenger | Jan 2 2008, 04:48 PM Post #47 |
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Spork HQ "So he knew all along... I oughta blow him outta the sky when I get up there, but I digress." He continued. "Eddie, can you install jet engines, a coffee machine, and an absolutely ballin' audio system in this puppy?" He finished, pointing to the ginormous mech behind him. |
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| HellAvatar | Jan 2 2008, 07:55 PM Post #48 |
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Orbit Over Avalon The mechs headed for a rush right for the Andromeda, attacking continuously, never relenting, pushing it to its limits as the mech dodged and weaved in between the blasts, attackers going at it from all sides. The clustered orb, however, proved to be the largest menace, "rolling" towards the Andromeda and firing almost continuously. The pilot, however, did not seem to be in the least bit disheartened. The engines of the minigun revved up and overcharged, spinning faster and faster and faster... Before the dancing mech pointed the overdriven weapon towards the enemy and let forward a veritable hail of high-speed ammunition, moving from side to side like a scanner of some sore, shooting at whatever came into close range and firing continuously. The barrels began to redden from the heat output, but the metal held steady and fast, the barrels spinning, bullet after bullet flying into the ranks of the bots. But then, ammo ran out... And the minigun flipped back on its hinge on the elbow, locking behind the shoulder and as the Andromeda continued to dodge, a blue aura gathered around the minigun and the weapon vanished. And then, like a bullet, the mechanical dancer shot into the enemy ranks, its right arm deploying a pair of power claws while its left deployed beam-based claws of the exact same shape... And it began to perform a melee dance, slashing into the bodies of the mechs it faced, the sharp and powered edge of the Power Claw and the beam blades of the Beam Claw facing little resistance in the armor of the machines it faced. And finally, it was over, pieces of the orb that attacked the Andromeda all over the place like an enormous debris field. The Andromeda, however, was not satisfied, and sought out remaining electronic pulses, hunting them down and impaling the still-living electronics on a claw to shut it down. "This is the Andromeda, broadcasting to a common channel. Threat mostly eliminated, and I am sweeping up the remains of the attacking force. Requesting cargo ship for debris collection." |
![]() 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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| AGodofIrony | Jan 2 2008, 08:08 PM Post #49 |
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-Spork HQ- “Would you like a massage chair too?” Eddie wondered, not sarcastic, but serious, as the mech was moved into a large hangar where the upgrades where taking place, being done somewhat quickly and easily. -Orbit Over Avalon- (Not going to be that easy HA…) As the Andromeda sliced through the first of the mechs, they began to glow, their weapons and engines overheating suddenly, activating the last ditch move. In fact, all around, the mechs began to glow, the few that were left going for the battle ships, Megas, and any other ships they would try to get to. Then, they exploded. This included the disabled mechs whose programming was still intact. If their central procesor was destroyed, they didn't blow up. The unmanned mechs were not specifically designed to do so. It was originally intended as a way for Eggman to make sure that no one could copy his program, but it would still cause some damage, and make studying the bots nearly worthless. The shrapnel they created would be the most dangerous, spinning through space… -Corporation Capital- “Self destruct. It is programmed into every mech with the ‘Minnow Program’ I offer. It’s a last ditch effort to make sure they don’t fall into enemy hands, along with causing as much damage as possible,” Eggman explained, as the hologram flickered off, “They were not specifically designed with this in mind, but if you want to customize them, I suppose, for an added price, I could include a few ‘suicide’ bots and utilize the orb trick you saw earlier.” Grinning, Eggman then placed the two cubes back into the chair of his non fighting droid, “Now, good sir, let us do business.” |
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| HellAvatar | Jan 3 2008, 06:27 AM Post #50 |
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Orbit Over Avalon (Never expected it to be, AGoI) Under any normal circumstances, the mech facing such a large amount of explosions around it would have been toast. Under normal circumstances, that is. However, the circumstances were as far from normal as they could get. First, the mech wasn't a mass-production model: The Andromeda was a custom-built, never-seen-before cutting-edge technology fused with an insane minds workings. Second, the pilot was as far from ordinary as one could get. And third... This was outer space. Explosions didn't do as much here as they would do in atmospheric pressures. So it was no surprise that the Andromeda came out completely unscratched after boosting away from a pile of scrap it attempted to bury forever. Now, however, all electronic signatures ceased and nothing was left of the debris except much smaller pieces of junk, warped sheets of plating and cold, lifeless circuits. The Andromeda floated there for a second, as if reorienting itself after being surrounded by bright explosions, lights and quite heavy turbulence from the released particles created by the explosives in the enemy non-manned mechs. "... Enemy force completely neutralized. Continuing request for a cargo ship to clear the debris." |
![]() 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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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 3 2008, 10:26 AM Post #51 |
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AOTCC The officer responded to the Andromeda. "Understood. Good job, everyone. Andromeda, we are transferring your payment to your account. Thanks for the help." That skirmish was over. Corporate City Upfield spoke. "Very well. I'll take...hmmm...one wing of clean slates, and three preprogrammed." Of course, he was thinking that he could just copy the designs once he had them, but he obviously didn't say so out loud. |
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| GoldenSama | Jan 3 2008, 02:58 PM Post #52 |
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Dragon Star King Sama paused and bit his lip. This wasn't the best way to start his new job... he had missed the battle, misunderstood his commanding office, disobeyed an order because of it, and now he was sitting in space. "Heh... whoops." He sweat dropped and coughed, scratching his neck. "That's... that's not going to win me any points." Unknown Frigate "Hmm... that's interesting." Not far from where the Andromeda and the Normandy sat in the void of space, there was a unknown, unmarked frigate. Thanks to nano-technology, this frigate would change it's markings whenever it needed to so that it could pass itself off as either a civilian ship loyal to Avalon or the Separatist. It was their way of camouflages. "Sir, we've spotted two ships." A gruff, metallic voice spoke. "Yes... I see that. Observe for now... yes..." |
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| HellAvatar | Jan 3 2008, 05:41 PM Post #53 |
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Orbit Over Avalon "Account number is B-1277-A-3 in the Avalon Banking Organization. It should transfer it to a private, bank-shared account. I would ask you to please not investigate why such an account is shared, I have my own reasons for it." The Andromeda spun around, facing the new mech that just entered, flying from the Normandy like some great serpent, twisting its way like a snake in the grass and looking more dangerous than anything else currently on the battlefield. The Andromeda identified the mech's outer appearance, making a quick scan of the outer shell so he had an idea of what it looked like and may be equipped with (which didn't give much hints, considering the Dragon Star King had built-in weaponry), and activated boosters again, reducing the sensitivity of its controls to minimize stress on the pilot. Then, the Andromeda shot past the Dragon Star King, heading for the Checkpoint Gate again... Before it suddenly stopped and turned towards the moon orbiting Avalon. For a second, the Andromeda just hung there in front of the Checkpoint, looking at the moon... Before finally turning around and entering through the Checkpoint Gate again, heading down towards the main planet. "I shall be in contact on this very channel at all times, so if any requests arise, you are free to communicate. However, please do not call with unimportant messages or conversations." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nova HQ Desty Nova, the man in the white lab coat and strange goggles, sat in front of a rather large array of screens, each depicting the current status of the Andromeda, whether it was pilot, internal systems or external looks. He has been monitoring the mech throughout the entire battle, and was more than pleased with the results. He was GIDDY, to say the least. The Andromeda's responses were as instantaneous as he thought they were, and it was still capable of far more than it showed in this battle. The mass of similar mechanical constructs did not bother him in the least, and he was more than glad to see his creation give them a run for their money. Turning away from the screens, he faced another small screen, watching the red energy field and the black center of it, smiling rather sinisterly. "Such a beautiful sight... It is a shame that weapon will not be used for a long, long time. How tastele-... Hehee! Am I hungry again? Yes, yes I am!" And Desty Nova skipped off like a giddy, over-expressive girl towards the exit before stopping once and looking back at the screens for just one second. "Everything is going according to plan. Now... All he needs to do is find a partner for that mech of his, and everything will start to follow its destined course. I wonder how Karma will respond to this... And how they will respond to the Karma that leads them. Should be a MARVELOUS sight, yes it should. Don't you think so... Jagan?" And he skipped off as the screens winked out, turning off for the meanwhile... |
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| AGodofIrony | Jan 3 2008, 06:12 PM Post #54 |
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-Avalon Orbit- (Figured the speedy Andromeda would fly away before the initial explosion.) “Hey!” Coop shouted through the transmitter, “Can I land on the ship too? Megas took a few hits and I’m really hungry.” Megas, despite it’s vast array of weapons, was mainly used as a close range fighter, though Kiva had warned Coop once the robots began their explosion countdown. -Corporation City- “Alright then,” Eggman chuckled, then pulled out a small machine to transfer credits, “That comes to…” he pressed a few buttons, “This.” (Insert how many credits that would cost…*Cough.*) “Oh, and a word to the wise,” Eggman said, “You can copy the design if you must, but it won’t be on par with what I offer. A certain element that I’ve recently discovered is a key function within the mech, and I’ve been unable to synthesize a suitable replacement.” Eggman chuckled and finished his water, placing the cup on the table, “Pleasure doing business with you.” |
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| Saiyavenger | Jan 3 2008, 09:28 PM Post #55 |
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Spork HQ "A massage chair? Why not?" Avenger replied, grinning a bit. He couldn't wait to try out his new toy, especially with all the new amenities added to it by Eddie. "Gah... He's an annoying little pest, but useful as I'll get out." Avenger thought to himself about Eddie. "You managed to get all my music on there, right?" He then asked, drooling a bit over the way his new mech looked. "Heh... Sporky won't even get to try his mech out. Thanks to RAY, I'll have this whole problem wrapped within five seconds of my arrival... HAHAHAHA!" Arrogant as always, no? |
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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 5 2008, 08:21 PM Post #56 |
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T.R.S. Normandy Didymus spoke into a communicator. "Alright, captain Sama, return to the Normandy. That little battle there is over." he said. Meanwhile, in the entry port, Rachel had sat down with a sigh. What was taking those other two pilots so long? The colonel had sent messages to them, they should know that they were supposed to be here. And if they didn't show up...well, then, there may not be too much of a mech corp. Corporate City Upfield stood. "Likewise, doctor. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. Deliver those mechs here as soon as possible." he said. With that, he walked to his office, to find that his secretary was preparing to talk to that mercenary he had ordered a call to. |
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| AGodofIrony | Jan 5 2008, 09:22 PM Post #57 |
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-Avalon Orbit- “Alright, let’s land on the ship!” Coop said. “They didn’t give us permission to,” Kiva sighed, typing at the computer. “So? Megas needs some repairs and I couldn’t find good parking on the moon,” Coop answered, then began to pilot Megas towards the Normandy. “Hey!” he said again activating the transmitter, “Megas needs some repairs, so I’m landing on that ship too.” -Corporation Capital- “You should receive your mechs by this time tomorrow sir,” Eggman chuckled, getting up and heading back towards his ship, followed by the droid. A lone cube lay forgotten on the ground, and as soon as Upfield left the room, four tiny legs sprouted from it, and it moved out of sight… |
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| GoldenSama | Jan 5 2008, 09:37 PM Post #58 |
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Corporate City On the line, waiting for Upfield, was none other than Roger Smith. Negotiator. He was a mercenary of sorts who had been known to contract with both sides of the conflict. He leaned back on the his leather-backed chair with his hands folded in front of him. The phone was waiting for Upfield's secretary to connect him. T.R.S. Normandy The Dragon Star King returned the the hanger, it's pilot had his eyes closed as he landed. He had disobeyed a direct order, and worst of all he hadn't even gotten to do anything in the battle. With a sigh, he exited his mecha and waited. He was sure his new CO would have a few choice words for him. "Heh... first day on the job and already I'm causing trouble." |
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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 5 2008, 10:42 PM Post #59 |
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T.R.S. Normandy Didymus stepped into the hangar. On his face was a bit of a sarcastic look. He slowly approached Sama, and shook his head a bit. "Captain." he said. "A bit eager? Please. Your lack of proceedure is easy enough to overlook provided you follow orders in a combat zone, but you went out when we were ordered NOT to engage. Granted, they told the Normandy not to engage and said nothing about the mechs directly, but nonetheless, I was guessing that they meant our mechs as well." He regarded Sama, letting his words sink in for a bit, before speaking up again. "As this is your first offense, and it was of little consequence, and it wasn't necessarily in conflict with our orders, although I'm not certain, I'm willing to overlook it, but nonetheless, know that I will NOT have renegades. Now, if you'd like, go ahead and get settled in. You should find your quarters comfortable enough. Dismissed." With that, Didymus returned to the observation deck, to await the other expected pilots (who I'm probably going to PM). Bridge "Unidentified mech!" an officer called back to Megas. "This is a military vessel off-limits to the public. The help you gave us is appreciated, but continue your approach and we will fire on you." AOTCC "Mech "megas"." the officer said, having again spoken with loyalist HQ. "You may dock at this facility you see in orbit for repairs in thanks for the aid you gave us. " With that, the officer transmitted them directions to one of the repair facilities in orbit. Corporate City Upfield regarded Roger Smith for a moment, then, spoke up. "Mr. Smith." he said. "I shall get right to the point. I wish to hire you for a little guard work. Decent pay, low chance of danger, a very good deal. How would you like to look after one of our backline bases for a bit?" Of course, if Mr. Smith knew what was being developed in said base, he may well refuse...and Upfield knew that. |
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| HellAvatar | Jan 6 2008, 11:09 PM Post #60 |
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Avalon One might wonder what such an advanced, powerful battle machine is doing on the surface of Avalon on this fine day. It's not every day you see something the size (and caliber) of the NL Andromeda pull into the civilian sector docks. However, it DID have clearance into the docks, going by its documentation, so there was no problem with the authorities, even if the only mechs here were low-grade, underarmed police versions that decided to keep their eyes on the Andromeda. The pilot, however, was nowhere to be seen... Where WAS he? The answer came as a raven-haired, golden-eyes youth walked out of the dock civilian entrance and headed right for the building across the street. The moment he walked in, however, he ducked a knife swipe from his left, kicked the legs from underneath the next guy and pointed pistols at the heads of the assailants. The two attackers were masked men, fully dressed in black and holding guns. However, not for any longer as their guns were forcefully kicked out of their hands by the pilot, and knocked out seconds after. The youth walked further into the building, looking at all the stopped business... And marched on. A gunshot rang from his left, but he moved almost impossibly fast for a human, and the shooter found his own gun pistol-whipped across the back of his head. The youth continued on as two more masked guys, one holding a rather large bag, suddenly popped out of the back rooms and stared at him, speechless. The youth moved again, the bag went flying, spreading fistfuls of green Loyalist money all over the floor. A pair of kicks and a pair of punches later, the two men were on the ground, dazed, as the youth walked up to the reception... And rang the bell, just as calmly as if he just came strolling in. A rather scared-looking man with side burns and frightened, green eyes. He carefully walked over to the reception desk and gulped. "Are they all gone?" The youth nodded quickly. "All targets have been disabled. However, I do not want to waste my time with idle chatter this day. Please begin doing your work." The man nodded, lapsing into professionalism. "What can I do for you today, sir?" "I wish to close account number B-1471-B-9 and transfer all funds from it to account B-1277-A-3. I am closing my affiliation with this banking system due to the lack of service provided during last transaction." The man with sideburns nodded. "Your account shall close in 12 hours sir." The pilot nodded, turned right about and headed back to the docks. However, when he walked into the docking bay, he was surrounded by several police officers immediately, all of them aiming guns at him. "Identify yourself, pilot." "... I am not aware that the Avalon control stations have gotten so arrogant." In answer to this comment, he was smashed across the face with the butt of the pistol, kicked hard in the stomach and laid flat upon the ground as the other cops watched, their guns still held in position. "You are hereby under arrest for possessing illegal weaponry in a heavy-disarmed zone. You are free to... What the hell was THAT???" Something moved behind them, crashing against restraints. The pilot took the chance to roll out of the way and unclip his hands from the half-assed job of handcuffing that the police officer had done on his hands. Suddenly going into an inhumanly fast sprint, the pilot moved towards the docking station for the Andromeda, and found it already open for him to enter. Jumping in, he entered the sphere open in the chest, and it sealed up completely, the armor plating sliding back into place seamlessly. For a minute or so, the Andromeda did not move, and a squadron of police mechs has arrived through the large hangar doors... But then, with a low hum, the Andromeda activated, broke the docking clips right out of the wall and shot past the flabbergasted police on boosters, shooting out of the docks, onto a launching bay and upwards without a single stop, shooting back up towards the checkpoint he came through previously, his thrusters increasing in output every second, accelerating the mech high up into the atmosphere. |
![]() 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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