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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 18 2008, 11:42 PM Post #106 |
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I'll bite your legs off!
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Avalon Mercenary Office The mercenary recruitment officer looked over Avenger. He didn't look like the military type, despite claiming to be wielding a military-designed vehicle. Of course, if he was a military pilot, he probably would've been assigned to the Normandy. The officer spoke. "So..." he said. ""Avenger", is it? So, you want a job, I hear? And with military tech? I'll ask the question everyone else's thinking: you from Earth?" With that, the officer awaited Avenger's reply. |
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| Saiyavenger | Jan 19 2008, 01:40 AM Post #107 |
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welcome to the famous disco night
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Avalon Mercenary Office Avenger's red eyes searched the room while he thought of how to answer that. "Not exactly... I'm from the Rapid Island colony." He started. "We're part of the loyalists, although it seems one of our citizens has gone awry... Enough about that, though. I'm definitely down for the cause, holmes." "Ah... Great save, 'Venga boi. Now, to explain RAY..." He thought to himself... |
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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 19 2008, 11:37 AM Post #108 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office The officer hadn't heard of the Rapid Island colony, but a quick search on his computer confirmed to him the exsistance of a colony named "Rapid Island". However, the officer was still not satisfied. "And how did you get your hands on RAY? That doesn't look like a uniform you're wearing." he asked. |
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| Saiyavenger | Jan 19 2008, 11:41 AM Post #109 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office BANG. Not what he wanted to hear, although he expected the question to come up sooner or later. "Come on! Think!" His mind screamed. "Um... I'm a... Beta tester for the RAY project...?" He nervously replied. |
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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 19 2008, 11:45 AM Post #110 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office The officer was not amused. "A beta tester?" he asked. "For one thing, even test pilots are military recruits, and for another thing, you don't sound so certain about that "status"." The officer then awaited Avenger's reply to that. |
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| Saiyavenger | Jan 19 2008, 11:52 AM Post #111 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office "Ok, fine. I kinda stole it. But trust me, it was for a good cause, and it was gonna get stolen that night anyways. Just be thankful it ended up in the right hands, otherwise the U.S. would be in some serious chaos right now." He replied rather bluntly. "And while you folks might be ready to have me locked up, that wouldn't be such a good idea. I'm one of the best hopes you guys have, mercenary-wise." |
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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 19 2008, 12:00 PM Post #112 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office The U.S.? the officer thought. That North American superpower nation on Earth before it was united? This guy needs to get with the times! the officer thought. It seemed to him that Avenger was...different, shall we say? That being the case, he shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject. "So, you want to help us out, hmm?" he asked. "I may be able to arrange that..." Even if he does have a stolen vehicle and isn't up to date on what, exactly, is has happened on Earth. he thought. (I apologize if that's a little harsh, but my idea, and possibly Irony's, too, is that Earth and its colonies are united in a single government, and the rebels are trying, of course, to break away from it.) |
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| Saiyavenger | Jan 19 2008, 12:10 PM Post #113 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office Avenger blinked. Definitely the reverse of what he expected. Oh well, he'd definitely take the results, although he didn't exactly understand why everyone looked at him funny when he mentioned the US. "Sounds awesome. What do I need to do?" He then asked, regaining his usual confident tone of voice. "Because if its nothing more than a couple of papers to sign, I'm ready to go." |
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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 19 2008, 12:27 PM Post #114 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office The officer looked over Avenger a bit. "What?" he said. "You don't even want to negotiate your contract? Most of my...busniess associates do. Of course," the officer grinned. "If you'd prefer to work for free, we'd be happy to have you sign on now." With the, he awaited Avenger's response. |
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| Saiyavenger | Jan 19 2008, 12:38 PM Post #115 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office "Meh, I don't really need the money. I really just feel like helping out because its the right thing to do, in my book. Pay me if you want, but honestly, I just wanna get out there and fight it out." He replied, red eyes focused on the window in front of him. "So, whatdya say? Lets get this thing signed, and get my first mission started!" He said with an absolutely uncanny amount of optimism, a sign he had already had too much coffee. |
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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 19 2008, 12:56 PM Post #116 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office The officer was surprised, but quickly accepted that. "All right." he said. "Just fill out this paper here", he put a form on his desk."And we'll have you fragging rebs in no time." With that, the officer pushed the form on his desk towards Avenger. It contained basic I.D. questions, but also more specific ones like "Please outline your piloting experience." and "Please state the capabilities of your mech." |
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| HellAvatar | Jan 19 2008, 02:13 PM Post #117 |
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Mad Scientist / Head of Intel Division
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GASP Research Facility The Andromeda, now within the storage building, couldn't exactly monitor everything around it. Sensors only picked up a directional ray of buildings the way it came, the thick walls blocking off any type of probing through them, which amused the pilot greatly. But this was no time for speculation: It was time to ACT. And even if they were getting ready with something big, he was better off doing this job as quickly as he could. His safety from the Big O was not going to stay long. So, he looked for... Whatever it was that he was supposed to look for, and saw tubes. Long, clear tubes for storage of something viscous and solidified, though it looked like something that wanted to be let free and spread through the atmosphere and air. Storage tanks of incredibly thick glass, PROBABLY what he was looking for. No records matched anything like this... So he assumed this was it. This facility was supposed to produce a lot of this "weapon" after all. Thankfully, the glass tubes were only connected to the surroundings for security measures and they were not directly fed by tubes from whatever conceived this horrible, viscous mass. As expected, the alarms were already ringing and only got louder as he chopped through the base of one of these tubes and grabbed it. It was rather small, compared to the 15-foot-tall robot, each tube only about as high as a human, so it was no problem at all for the Andromeda to stuff one said tube into the storage space directly underneath the primary thruster array. A low whirr told the pilot that the process was completed and that the stored object was safely floating in a zero-g magnetic field supplied from the main drive. Time to go. Turning as fast as it could within the restricted area, the Andromeda turned towards the exit and blasted right through it, its small shielding system ready for anything that was thrown at it. However, that was not all. The two large pods on its back aligned themselves horizontally instead of pointing downwards, and small wings popped out here and there, as though ready to receive some sort of energy input. Quickly putting on a burst of speed, the mech flew in a straight path, right towards the last known location of the Big O, heading towards that portion of the base. The moment the mech spotted it, the pilot went into defensive maneuvers as some of the turrets still left over activated and began shooting. It was moving right for the space in between the Big O's legs, planning on taking it by surprise and getting away before it could fully turn around to retaliate. |
![]() 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 19 2008, 09:29 PM Post #118 |
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I can't see what you're imagining
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(I need to get back in this!) -Avalon Mercenary Office: Reception Area- “Hey!” Coop said, placing his hands on the desk to the secretary for the mercenaries office. He had gotten something to eat, and Megas was patched up, Jamie and Kiva staying with Megas. “What?” the secretary sighed, straightening the pencils on his desk. Nice, straight lines… “I want to sign up! Help you guys out!” Coop said, removing his hands quickly, so that the desk rattled again. His eye twitching slightly, the man fixed his pencils again, taking a deep breath. “Fine…fine…Wait outside that door, the officer in charge is seeing someone else at the minute, okay?” “Okay!” Coop grinned, then headed towards the door. -Fornax- “Excellent,” Eggman said, “I can send a battalion of mechs to help defend Fornax, if you like, free of charge. They will be under my command though. Or, wherever you think that it might be good for them to be.” The Rebel Ship: The Righteous Indignation Peterson paused, looking at the data in front of him. “Interesting…This data…almost like her’s…But…Not quite,” Peterson mused, “I assume he was accepted into our mercenary services?” “He was,” Maria told him, nodding towards Peterson, “His ship also had a highly advanced A.I. in it, which also seems connected to other devices, along with his mech. The A.I. is designated as ‘Eddie.’” “Hmmm…” Richard Peterson paused, closing his eyes and thinking, “Show this to the Red Haired Pilot, will you?” “Of course sir,” Maria nodded, taking the small screen and then heading off. Commander Richard Peterson leaned back in his chair, “Hmmm…I better spend some time in the sim room…Perhaps this new recruit will be up for a spar. It’s best I don’t get rusty…” |
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| Saiyavenger | Jan 19 2008, 09:41 PM Post #119 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office Avenger finally finished filling out the forms, and rested his head on the desk the office gave him. He hated, HATED, writing. It would be all worth it, though. Soon enough, he'd be the hero he always wanted to be, and he'd be able to figure out what his rival was up to. "Read it and weep, amigo." He said, sliding the forms onto the commander's desk. "Where's my first mission?" |
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| The Vidit of Light | Jan 19 2008, 10:10 PM Post #120 |
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Avalon Mercenary Office The officer looked over the form, and filed it away. "Your first assignment? Well, we're uncertain. You may as well get back to your mech, and we'll contact you shortly when we figure out where we want you. However, we may just send you right to the front lines...be ready for that. Anyway, it seems that yet another pilot wants my attention, so we'll call you later, okay?" With that, the door to the office opened. "Next!" the officer yelled. Fornax Oakridge pondered. "Hmm..." he said. "I am uncertain. Perhaps I shall call you later regarding that. Thank you." However, he was thinking that maybe, just maybe, an attack on Baker's Ridge would be in order for Eggman, at least... |
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