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| GoldenSama | Jan 7 2008, 04:21 PM Post #61 |
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Smith Manor Roger sat for a short time before responding to Upfield's request. He pressed his gloved fingers against the table repeatedly. Then, at length, he responded. "Mr. Upfield, this sort of thing isn't my usual work. I'm a Negotiator... kidnappings, stalemate battles, negotiations between warring sides. However; I'll accept your request for the time being. I'll have a contract sent over to you." Smith paused, muting the phone call so Upfield could not hear and turning his head to the redheaded woman at his side. "Dorothy, don't you find it odd that someone in the Corporation would go to an independent negotiator as a guard." He paused. "I don't know Roger." "Well, I do. Either way, I don't have a client right now anyway, and it's better than putting myself between Avalon and the Separatist." He unmuted the call. "Anything else, Mr. Upfield?" T.R.S. Normandy Sama coughed and nodded, scratching the back of his head. "Y-Yeah... no problem sir. I just... I dislike not helping... but I won't go off on my own anymore." He nodded. "Well, I'll go get settled in..." |
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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 7 2008, 07:55 PM Post #62 |
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Corporate City Upfield smiled at the response given to him by Roger, then spoke. "No." he said. "Other than we wish for you to be posted at the times we will send to you. As for further briefing, we will redirect you to Mr. Albert Wesker. He should be able to fill you in on all you need to know. A pleasure doing busniess with you." With that, Upfield cut the transmission, and sent a message to Wesker concerning his newest task. (GS, I'll PM you what you need to know about this, don't worry.) T.R.S. Normandy Observation Deck Didymus reflected on what he had learned about Sama as he waited for the other pilots. Hmm...he thought.He has an understanding of the value of life, dislikes it when he doesn't pitch in...and is honest. Sure, he's not as by-the-book as I am, a grin appeared on Didymus's face-but that is minor by comparison. While I may need to see if I can get a bit more procedure into him, still...he may not know it, but Sama's already won some respect from me. Entry Port Rachel sat down with a sigh. "Aw man..." she muttered. "Are the other pilots even COMING?" Still, she loyally sat there and continued to wait. |
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| Tux | Jan 7 2008, 10:01 PM Post #63 |
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((Sorry I took so long to get into this RP, everyone! ^_^;)) T.R.S. Normandy, Entry Port Seepock had arrived fashionably late. He was among the pilots scheduled to board the T.R.S. Normandy, but as usual, he ignored his alarm clock as his body craved that beautiful thing known as sleep. It would be bad enough sleeping in for several more hours than he should have, but his elaborate, albeit eccentric, outfit never took a short amount of time to put on. To make matters worse, he got bit by a dog on his way out of his home. Yep... it was one of those days. He was nearing the Entry Port, and was about to try and greet Rachel, when all of a sudden he tripped on his cape and fell face first to the ground. "M... maybe this is a sign that I should have just stayed in bed..." Avalon Wrecking Yard ((I couldn't think of a better way to introduce this guy, but just bear with me... ^_^;)) Scrap metal everywhere. Useless junk. Broken robots. Everything here was in pretty bad shape. But, then, there's more than meets the eye here ((sorry, couldn't help it)). One particularly big robot laid motionless for years, with black, inactive eyes. Suddenly, his eyes lit up with a bright yellow light. As soon as this happened, the robot began to move his right finger. More fingers soon followed. Slowly but surely, he was beginning to come back online. He was in pretty bad shape, but apparently still operational. It took a few hours for the robot to finally come back to full operation. The automaton got up from the pile of scrap he was laying on and was on his feet, holding his head. As this behemoth came to, he looked up at the sky and finally remembered why he was in this junk yard to begin with... and the realization was spoken softly but aloud. "Megatron..." |
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| HellAvatar | Jan 8 2008, 12:28 PM Post #64 |
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Avalon Orbit The Andromeda shot out of the checkpoint gate like a bat out of hell, turning right about as it exited the gate, cutting its thrusters but continuing a backwards flight due to the momentum it gained. Making sure that none of the local "police" decided to harass him again by following him into outer space to check his official documentation, the mech made a rather lazy turn and headed for the moon, past the Normandy. About time he picked up a job... Landing on the moon was much, much less of a tense situation. Thorough the docking rings and into port, all of which was a much less tedious procedure than on the surface of Avalon itself. Well, the pilot could not blame them: After all, Avalon was protecting its citizens in times of strife and war, and security was maxed out. Here, however, even though security was still tight, people were wary of mercenaries much like himself. Once on the moon colony, The Andromeda docked into one of the free spots and the pilot, a surprisingly familiar federal face, disembarked and headed directly for the mercenary recruitment offices. |
![]() 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 8 2008, 04:05 PM Post #65 |
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-Avalon Repair Ship- Megas landed on the ship it said it could land on, and Coop, Jamie, and Kiva disembarked, Coop locking up Megas. “Hey,” Coop said to the repair crew who were looking at Megas, wondering how it worked, “I’ll fix Megas, but I need some food! Where’s your food court?” “Uhhhh…” the lead mechanic said, turning towards the others, “We have a cafeteria…” “Great!” Coop grinned, “Why don’t you show me where it is?” Shrugging, the mechanic led Coop towards the cafeteria. “Aren’t you two hungry?” Coop wondered, looking towards Jamie and Kiva. “No,” Kiva answered simply, “I’ll stay and watch Megas.” “Dude, we had lunch an hour ago,” Jamie sighed, “I’m fine.” “More for me then,” Coop shrugged, then headed off. -Avalon Space- A single, small cube drifted in space, so small no scanner would be able to pick it up, and a small burst of energy pushed it to the direction of the Normandy… -Eggman Fleet: In the Midsts of Space- Eggman chuckled, back in his fleet, watching as more mechs were being built, then placed some headphones over his ears, then paused, listening. “Ahah…” Eggman chuckled, “So the corporation is hiring an ace pilot to guard something. I wonder what it could be…” Now, he typed at the computer, then a screen of the planet Fornax showed up. “Now to see if the Rebellion would be willing to purchase some of my mechs…” he grinned, and prepared to make contact. |
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| GoldenSama | Jan 8 2008, 06:01 PM Post #66 |
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Location Unknown A young man of about twenty knelt down on the ground in front of a old, broken-down stone building. It was once a splendid palace built for a magnificent order of warriors... now it sat in shambles, with moss growing over the stone surface of what was once legendary. Cracks and marks marred the former glory of the building, and beneath the rubble there were a few traces of skeletal remains. "... I am the last of my kind." The young man stood up, looking down at his hands. "And now, I will take my revenge... Avalon... Fornax... I will destroy them all!" He turned around and his cape swished behind him. He hurried to his Mecha -- the infamous Dark Mecha which had been known to attack bases belonging to the Loyalist and the Separatists. Every attack had three things in common. The were always unprovoked, the Dark Mecha being the aggressor. There was always widespread damage and destruction, with few survivors. Lastly, the Dark Mecha's pilot was never identified. He had gained a feared reputation. Unidentified Frigate "... Another scan, Terrorsaur." "What? I've done ten already today!" In the confines of a dark, desolate frigate, a despicable machine turned his purple eyes shining evily at the smaller, red machine. "Terrorsaur... we must find those designs... so begin another scan, or I will break off your legs and toss you into space, yes... yes..." The red-and-white robot called Terrorsaur gulped and hit a button. Suddenly an odd energy wave shot from the unidentified ship and passed through space, sailing through the T.R.S. Normandy and any other ships nearby, big or small. It did no damage, it merely was searching for a specific electronic signal. "Well?" Megatron asked, impatiently. "Nothing... sir." Terrorsaur replied. Megatron slammed his metal fist against his chair. "Curses. We must find the designs! Hmm... yes... yes... I have an idea..." |
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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 8 2008, 07:52 PM Post #67 |
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T.R.S. Normandy-Entry Port Rachel smiled as Seepock approached, but her smile quickly turned to a look of concern when Seepock did a face-plant. "Omigosh!" she exclaimed. "Are you okay?" with that, she reached down to help Seepock up. Quickly checking the profiles on her clipboard, she asked, "Seepock, right?" Avalon Moon, Mercenary Office (I'm making a few assumptions about the Andromeda's pilot here, Avatar. Just let me know if you disagree with any of them.) The officer on duty at the office regarded the Andromeda's pilot with familiarity. Not familiarity with who he was before, but rather, what he was then. He addressed the pilot by the only name he knew him by, the name of his mech: "Welcome back, Mr. Andromeda. It's good to see you again. Here for another job, I presume? Let me see..." the officer checked him computer. After reading a bit, he slowly spoke up. "It just so happens I have an assignment posted for any merc who wants it. It's a solo, high-risk, behind-enemy-lines op-just the way you like 'em. If you're interested, sign the secrecy form here," he said, placing a piece of paper on his desk, "and I'll give you the briefing. Or were you thinking of a convoy escort?" The officer flashed a slight smirk. With that, the officer waited. Fornax-"Union of Independent Star Systems" military headquarters War Room Jefferson Oakridge sat in a chair, poring over various maps. "Hmm...Baker's Ridge...too secure to attack. Fornax...too secure. Our defenses are six moons think, as we always say, but we have an entire fleet here, when it could be at the front, aiding our struggle against the Earth imperialists! As soon as that elite mech squadron, Eva, I think it was, gets arrives, I'll liberate Peterson from the boredom of patrolling a secure system!" "Sir," a rebel general spoke up. "Peterson's fleet is a major deterrent to would-be attackers. Granted, our front line shields Fornax, but if Peterson moved out, a small strike force could-" "Silence!" Oakridge said. "It's that kind of cowardly stance that will see us licking the boots of Earth again! I will hear none of it! My decision is made!" Just then, Oakridge's secretary walked in. "Sir," she said. "It seems one "Dr. Eggman" wishes to speak with you. Your office. He's on hold." "Very well." Oakridge said. "I'm on my way." With that, Oakridge began a short trip to his office, his personal transport taking him from Fornax's military headquarters to it. Once there, he sat down in his chair and activated his communication system. Peering at Eggman's face on the screen, he simply said: "Yes?" and waited for Eggman to speak. |
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| HellAvatar | Jan 8 2008, 08:37 PM Post #68 |
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Avalon Moon, Mercenary Office (Your assumptions are correct) The pilot nodded, taking the document and looking over it to check for any underhanded terms before signing the secrecy contract and handing the paper back to the officer who was this pilot's current informer. "I am ready to move out at any time and I am also ready to receive briefing of the mission at any time." The pilot's gaze was as steely and reserved as usual, his voice almost robotic in the way he spoke. "Am I required to launch right away or will you be briefing me right this moment?" |
![]() 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 8 2008, 09:00 PM Post #69 |
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Avalon Moon, Mercenary Office The officer nodded, and, without hesitation, began to speak. "As you may know, the Corporate Alliance does not frown on using bio-weapons. Horrible, painful diseases and the like. I'll make this short and to the point: we've pinpointed a lab where the corporates are working on their newest little terror disease. What we want you to do is obtain a frozen sample of it for us, so we can study it and develop a cure before it's even employed. The target lab is located on a planet simply known as "Gasp", because of how devastated it is by corporate tests of bio and chemical weapons on it. I'll have the coordinates uploaded to your mech's system before you leave. Frankly, we'd prefer if you were quiet about this, so they don't know we've gotten a sample. However, make no mistake, as long as you get a frozen sample, you'll still get paid. However, it's been made clear that you are NOT to destroy the lab housing that disease, or the popuation on Gasp will be...well, the disease would be released, and you get the picture. Other than that, you don't actually need to worry about being quiet unless you want a nice, shiny bonus. Also, we don't know where on Gasp this lab is, so that'll add some challenge-but, like I said, this is how you like 'em, right?" The officer paused. "Well?" he spoke up again. "Can I tell general Clarke that the Andromeda's on the job, or not?" With that, he awaited "Mr. Andromeda"'s reply. (GS, this is where Upfield wants Roger Smith to be posting guard at. It seems I don't need to PM you the info.) |
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| HellAvatar | Jan 8 2008, 09:08 PM Post #70 |
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Avalon Moon, Mercenary Office "Affirmative..." The pilot, however, looked thoughtful. "I have only one query I wish to speak of. The chemicals are being stored, so destruction of the facility is out of question by conventional weaponry. However, there was no mention of the following: Would not superheating the chemicals with either a plasma-emission weapon or with a weapon or ability that may split the chemical bonds of said biological weaponry be an option?" |
![]() 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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| Tux | Jan 8 2008, 10:43 PM Post #71 |
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T.R.S. Normandy, Entry Port As Seepock got up and rubbed his nose, he answered, "Ya, I'm alright. I'm terribly sorry for being so late, but I haven't exactly been having a very smooth morning. This fall was actually the least of what's happened to me so far." Seepock did hurt his face more than he led on, as a small trickle of blood ran from his nose. "Oh, great..." he said as he noticed the blood. "Look, I'm sorry for all of this... this really isn't how I would have wanted to leave a first impression on anybody today." |
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| AGodofIrony | Jan 8 2008, 11:38 PM Post #72 |
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-Fornax Military Headquarters- “Greetings Mr. Oakridge!” Eggman said from the screen, “As you know, I am Dr. Eggman, and because of this war, I’ve seen a chance to help out a cause, and perhaps, make some money on the side… “Now, I suppose you could say I’m bit like the corporation, except I can’t stand to see those fools needlessly waste life that like! Bio weapons, not caring…No, no. I offered them a way to help save life, but, they disappointed me…” Eggman said, shaking his head slowly, “However, I bet you are different, and considering your need for more mechs, I have just the solution…” On the screen, Eggman’s unmanned mech was seen, piloting through space…in fact, it was the footage of the attack on Avalon! After it played for a bit, Eggman appeared back on screen, “As you can see by that footage, I believe in your cause, and would have come to you first, but I hoped to help save more people by getting the corporation alliance into using unmanned mechs instead of bio weapons. Now…are you interested?” |
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| Saiyavenger | Jan 8 2008, 11:57 PM Post #73 |
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Spork HQ Avenger stared angrily at the door to the lab where his upgrades were taking place. "Dammit Eddie! Get those upgrades finished!" He yelled, frustration mounting. |
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| AGodofIrony | Jan 9 2008, 12:06 AM Post #74 |
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-Spork HQ- (Sorry Avenger!) “Upgrades are done and ready to go Avenger!” Eddie chimed happily, “Best of luck!” Avenger’s mech was already for launch and useage. |
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| Saiyavenger | Jan 9 2008, 12:17 AM Post #75 |
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Spork HQ ((Its all good!)) "Mm... Tasty." Avenger quipped as he looked over his revamped Metal Gear. New jet boosters, which made space flight possible for the mech, a few new laser cannons, an upgraded Hydro Cutter, and Avenger's favorite add-ons, surround-sound stereo, complete with his favorite music, and an onboard coffee machine, topped off with a nice coat of wax. It also seemed that Eddie had installed himself into Metal Gear RAY, much like he did with the Professor's mech. "Alright, Eddie. Lets get crackin'. Take me whereever Doc is." With that, Eddie programmed the coordinates into the mech, and Avenger punched up his favorite outer-space roadtrip song. The rockets lit up, and seconds later, Metal Gear RAY took off into the sky, its new owner ready to defend his home. ((Sorry bout taking control of Eddie for a sec!)) |
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