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Gearhounds
Topic Started: April 23, 2012, 4:02 am (594 Views)
Comrade	April 23, 2012, 4:02 am Post #1
Addict Posts: 2,431 Group: Members Member #1,051 Joined: August 11, 2011 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Beginner Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype saavtomobilokhelmdzghvaneli Country #155#	Tersus--a small planet on the fringes, far from the negligent eye of the Marquis Empire. A favoured location, to those who knew, for gangs, crime lords, pirates, the scum of the galaxy to lie low when needed amidst the endless green plains of little, unassuming Tersus. However, for one particular gang--and specifically its leader--fleeing to Tersus was not enough to escape retribution for their crimes. Not when the ones being paid to mete out that retribution was that most feared of mercenary forces--a bounty hunting team. Nikol Argus--Ana had known the name the moment she'd heard it, recognised the face as soon as it appeared on her comm interface. Argus had made a name for himself as the leader of a fairly renowned professional mercenary group some ten years ago--in fact, she recalled crossing paths with him and his mercenaries one or two times during her years of solo work, though never in any major capacity. However, she'd heard that not very long ago, Argus had turned from professional mercenary work to full-on piracy, raiding independent trading ships and cargo boats that strayed just a little too close to the fringes of Imperial space. Ana was aware that throughout his days as a mercenary, leading up to his metamorphosis into the leader of a small but efficient pirate gang, Argus had had a head for subtlety and precision uncommon in amongst many of today's mercenaries, and certainly a rarity in the ranks of space pirates, and so he was able to ensure his operations never targetted anyone who could potentially throw a wrench in his activities--or, indeed, that they never incurred the attention of the Empire itself. God forbid they get off their asses and do something, Ana would sometimes think bitterly, but, never one known for purposeless reflection (at least not about the Empire and its evident inability to do jack shit about the mess of a galaxy they ruled over), she did not dwell on it long. Nikol Argus had made a mistake--he'd ended up hitting a caravan that was of specific interest to....someone of significant wealth. That is to say, someone who was not particularly happy to have his investments targetted by pirates, someone rather eager for retribution, and someone who could afford to pay a bounty hunting band by the name of the Gearhounds to take down Argus' operation and bring the pirate in: preferably alive. Well, employers always seemed to parrot the line 'preferably alive' as though taking an enemy in a mech alive was a simple affair, even to the most skilled of pilots. It may have been marginally easier if they'd gotten the drop on Argus--except that they hadn't, the result being that the notorious pirate band was now holding the Gearhounds to a firefight amidst the complex they'd been using as their base of operations from Tersus whilst Argus made a break for it. Never knew him for a coward, Ana mused, her hands, encased in crimson gloves of a firm, taut materiel, clenching tightly on the controls of her mech as she fluidly navigated it into cover behind one of the facilities of the complex, narrowly avoiding the spray of rapid beam fire that had fruitlessly attempted to nail down the rouge blur that was the Sabre. Beam fire--that was...not so good, since they were only mid-power particle fire--Argus and his gang had acquired military-grade beam weaponry, which the Sabre's anti-particle coating would not protect against. Well, no matter. The Sabre's main defence was its own speed anyway. This in mind, her fingers reached out to deftly operate the many complex switches and panels of the Sabre's piloting system, monitoring heat dispense, gain operator, power to thrusters, before the Sabre, seemingly at the drop of a dime, sped out from its cover, reaching an armoured hand to its back to retrieve what resembled a long white metal pole attached to the Sabre's back. The mech Ana had targetted had little time to look upon its impending doom. Its pilot was still wondering if whatever madman was piloting the insane red mech really planned on attacking him with a big pole when a stream of particle energy ignited from one end, forming a long, wickedly-edged arc just as the Sabre swung what had now become a beam scythe at the mech in question. The pirate had never realised the death that was about to be swiftly dealt unto him until a mere millisecond before his mech was bisected cleanly at the waist, the 'blade' of the beam scythe passing without pause directly through the cockpit, incinerating the pilot long before the two halves of his mech fell uselessly to the ground. And throughout this the Sabre remained a veritable crimson blur, veering to the right once more into the sanctity of cover as an explosion erupted behind it--a rocket that had missed its mark, or so Ana judged it to be. The South American bounty hunter quickly glanced back down to her tracking system: Argus was using the complicated, labyrinthine layout of the complex to his advantage as his mech expertly navigated through the facilities. Ana's fingers clenched into a fist over the control stick gripped in her left hand--but she remained calm. "Jun, he's weaving his way through the complex and using it as cover." Her voice travelled across the encrypted channel linked to all the Gearhound mechs, relaying her words to the team sniper. "Can you get a shot on him?" And then, to the others, she thought aloud. "If you can keep his lackeys off of me, I can catch up with him and hopefully draw him out into where Jun can put a round in and disable his mech. And Kristen..." She felt the need to dedicate a quick note to the team-mate she knew to be...more than a little gunhappy. "Careful with the heavy ordinance here. With such close quarters, we don't want to risk potential friendly fire."
	Do I contradict myself? Very well then-- I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes. But I don't have to know an answer. I don't feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious universe without having any purpose. It doesn't frighten me.
Twisted	April 23, 2012, 5:17 am Post #2
Devotee Posts: 2,657 Group: Members Member #241 Joined: October 25, 2009 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Country #221#	Jun had hung back from the rest of the team, as was required for this mission. Whereas Jun was normally sent in first for recon, this time was quite different. He’d had his orders to provide support fire in only the most extreme circumstances. His goal was to be the main assist in disabling the targets mech, making for an easier extraction; namely one where the pilot was left alive and relatively unharmed if at all possible. When given the cue, Jun had made his way--active camo enagged-- to a large water tower outside the complex and took a prone position atop it. The ongoing firefight had provided a good cover for him to sneak in under. It normally went that way, when someone was busy with almost being blow to bits by missile fire, they didn’t have time to pay attention to the little mouse sneaking up from behind. When it was needed however, that inconspicuous little mouse could unleash one hell of a bite. “Jun, here, I’m in position.” Jun relayed over the com, informing all of his teammates that he’d arrived unnoticed and was ready to do as requested. "Jun, he's weaving his way through the complex and using it as cover." Ana’s voice sounded over the com-link. "Can you get a shot on him?” She questioned. “Negative. He’s got cover on his side. He’ll need to be ‘smoked him out.’” He relayed to his teammate, Ana, zooming out with his scope to get a broader view of the area. “Jun here, there looks to be some sort of open square area inside the complex; looks like it could be a training ground for mechs. If one of you can get Argus out there, I should be able to get a shot on target.” He voiced over the com’s open channel to all his teammates. It was rare for Jun to fail to make the shot; no, he put too much pride into his work to allow for failure. Rigorous training had made sure he’d not miss; there were severe self inflicted punishments for such failure, therefore, failure was no option. Breathing calmly, Jun went through his own mental process of preparation, a bit of a checklist he’d run through before fully settling in for the shot. Calculations for wind speed are in effect… Bullet drop allocated for the round type and distance… Continuing his calm breathing, Jun was even more comforted by the fact that this time, killing was not on his list of things to do today. No, in fact, today, his mission was to aide in the capture of a target and that kind of work required a special touch; the type of touch one could inflict with a high voltage EMP round that would temporarily fry a mech’s piloting system and leave the pilot with one shocking experience.
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FredKrug	April 23, 2012, 5:40 am Post #3
April 2012 Member of the Month Posts: 3,356 Group: Members Member #380 Joined: December 28, 2009 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre Anything Interesting What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7	Kristen blinked a few times when she heard her name over the comm channel. What was Ana talkin' about? She was always careful! She had only blown up... 1... 2... 3... OK! So she had blown up a lot of things she wasn't supposed to, but that wasn't her fault! Stupid mechs weren't playing fair! They were using all the walls as cover and everything! Its not like she was aiming for them! However, at the mention of her name, Kristen spared the half a second needed to flip the switch on her comm channel to respond to Miss Bossy-Pants. "Hey! I am going easy! I've only blown up 5 of the stupid-heads already! And I only blew the wall out of 3 of the buildings doing it! That's a new all-time low on both accounts!" Kristen chirped in her bubbly voice. "Besides, they are sooooo slow! They can't dodge in these little spaces to save their little booties at all! Silly Ana!" With that, however, Kristen decided to get back to work. She clicked off her comm, turning her attention back to what she was good at: making things go BOOM! She quickly checked the little screen down on the dashboard. She still had plenty of missiles left, and she'd barely scratched the surface on her gatling gun's ammo. She was doing great at conserving ammo. What was wrong with her?! She shouldn't be saving ammo! She should be making sure that everything was looking more like the junk yard and less like... well... whatever they were pretending to be, because they all belonged in the junkyard! She began to perform a few other quick checks, such as checking the logs for how accurate her shooting had been. Pretty good overall, considering how cramped this place was. Seriously, why was she not flying higher, handing out missiles like they were candy on Halloween?! That was what she was good at! However, there wasn't quite enough time for that. She turned her attention to the big screen in front of her, which wrapped around to almost her ears, perspectively. A mech rouned the corner, not having realize that he (or she, Kristen never judged a mech by its cover (though if it was a girl, she really didn't understand why it was painted such an ugly green! Girls should have pretty mechs! (though Ana never let her paint her mech. Spoil-sport!))) had just stepped in front of Kristen's lovely pink and white mech of awesomely incredible and perfectly adorable super destructive amazingness (though she'd never call it something so drawn out. Made most people get all tired and out of breath if they tried to pronounce it!). She smiled mischeviously as she eyed the new target. "Oooo~! More target practice~! Just what I need!" Kristen giggled. Kristen took a nice grip on her right joystick. Her fingers began to press a series of little buttons on the handle at breakneck speed, particularly two that were right next to her pinky and ring finger. She hit them with a hasty mashing, rocking motion, the fresh meat lighting up with several little target symbols. She smiled after about four had shown up before she hit another one, one of about three right near her thumb. Instantly, all the little cross-hairs turned to pink hearts, each with a nice little red "X" in the center. "Bye-bye!" Kristen giggled, indenting one of the larger buttons on the joystick. With that, several little rockets flew out of the large pack around the waist of her large, white-and-pink mech. Not terribly surprisingly, they were painted (rather cruedly) with a few heart shapes, each only being about twice as big about three feet long and a fraction of that wide. They quickly flew towards the targetted mech, who, by this point (roughly 5 seconds later) was now noticing the nice fireworks flying towards him. He did what every mech pilot would: run. Not really all that useful (or smart). Kristen smirked, watching him futilely try and hide behind a wall. It didn't do him much good. The girl quickly fidded with a mini joystick atop her other one, a few lines appearing on the screen. The small cluster of missiles veered away from the wall for a moment before cutting back, curving around the corner rather easily. About a half a second later, a series of small explosions (and accompanying debris) shot around the corner. Kristen pumped her fist in the air. "Wooohooo! More scrap!" She giggled. Kristen settled back down into her seat, checking the display again. That was so much fun! She always loved watching people think they had outsmarted her. So many rock heads! Kristen smiled mischeviously, wondering where everyone else was. She pushed the joystick forward, her big, angle-looking mech flying forward. She kept her hands on the sticks, bumbing the comm switch with her helmet (she would have used her tongue, but licking the glass of her helmet wouldn't do much good, would it?!). "Hey! Where is everyone?! There's no more mechies to blow up over here!" Kristen complained, flying off to find more action.
	FredKrug's Magic Shop- The Game, not the Art Having abandoned my search for truth... I am now looking for A Good Fantasy. I am watching. I am always watching.
Dream	April 23, 2012, 7:03 pm Post #4
Mew? Posts: 3,775 Group: Administrator Member #329 Joined: November 27, 2009 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre 1 x 1 RPs Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype Loveless_Dream Country #0#	The battle raged around the only still mech on the field. A mech cannot show emotion, but if it could, that one would reveal it's pilot's horror. Fighting was never his thing, that was a commonly known fact no matter which young man was being spoken of. The voice of Ana could vaguely be heard giving some sort of instruction, but it was largely ignored. It seemed that nobody listened to him when he said that he wasn't fit for the sort of mech action fighting required. He was no fighter, and would never be. Justin Mackall clenched his fists. He looked around, the metal of his mech shielding him from the scraps of earth and metal flying around his head. "I'll be over here...come find me when the battle's..." he cut off as he was nearly blown to pieces. With a rather uncharacteristic curse, he pulled to the side just in time. "This is why I don't fight..." he muttered, turning to face the other Gearhounds. Justin groaned, and spun around to search for the others. "As I was saying...you guys take care of things. I'll head back over towards the ship..." he drifted off again as he dodged another attack. He really didn't like fighting. "Uh...nobody's hurt...right?" he added as an afterthought. The only real reason he was there was to take care of any injuries to persons that may come about. Mech things weren't his problem, human things were. That made him more of a liability than an asset in a fight, but he figured he might as well learn how to work a mech eventually.
Maye	April 24, 2012, 3:34 am Post #5
Member Posts: 205 Group: Members Member #1,208 Joined: March 25, 2012 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Novice Favorite RP Genre Adventure What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No	Alvira's mech took clunky steps as he surveyed the carnage that his team had left in their wake. He sighed a bit painfully at the sight of a mech that seemed to have been virtually cut in half; then another with a multitude of bullet holes across its chest. There was no way either of those pilots survived. "Jeez, guys," Al mumbled, solemnly through the communication device, "Would it really hurt you not to always slaughter them..?" He seemed to be expressing this sentiment during almost every mission. It was really more acceptance of his own remorse, then actual orders. Dense as he was, he knew that this sort of peaceful hope was wishful thinking. It was hard enough to capture one man piloting a mech alive - to try and keep that person's entire team alive was...well, a practically unattainable goal. The most they could do was keep the carnage as low as possible. No innocent people had to die, and those who did die...well, Alvira comforted himself in the fact that they were at least in a better place than this retched wasteland. Still, even the knowledge that he was on the more righteous side did not always wash away the guilt of taking a human life, and Al spent many a night staring up at the sky wondering about the day that he would also be taken to meet his creator, and if he would be able to defend the calls in judgement he made. Nothing consoles a tortured mind more than the though of his own undoing... After a short period of reflection, Al spoke again through the comm, in his usual cheery, resonating tone. "Justin, by boy, I think it would be alright for you can fall back a bit. I don't believe anyone has been injured, as of yet, but, if someone is, you can bet that we'll call on you." He shot him a reassuring wink (even though he knew that Justin couldn't see it), believing that, somehow, he would sense it and feel a little better.
Comrade	April 24, 2012, 6:59 am Post #6
Addict Posts: 2,431 Group: Members Member #1,051 Joined: August 11, 2011 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Beginner Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype saavtomobilokhelmdzghvaneli Country #155#	Beam fire continued to audibly rage throughout the complex that encircled Ana as she remained secure behind the cover of the warehouse wall, built to withstand the impact of the weaponry it now protected her against. The rest of the team's comm chatter made its way into her headset via the Sabre's comm link to the rest of them as she awaited a reply from Jun. "Jeez guys..." the voice of Alvira seemed to reach her much more immediately than the others', though perhaps that had to do with the content of his words. "Would it really hurt you not to always slaughter them?" She was well aware that it was probably a rhetorical question, one which Alvira reflected on most of the missions he led the mercenaries on. And she was well aware that to take time to reply now of all times would be unwise of her--and yet she replied, almost automatically, in the same steady, accented voice that seemed as much a fixture to Ana as the band that secured her hair into a perpetual ponytail or the tattoos that were permanently etched into her skin. "They are pirates of the worst kind. Do you suppose they deserve any better?" Alvira was not a killer--that much had been apparent for the longest time: though he had indeed destroyed mechs with living people in them, people who were now dead, annihilated by the force of his own mech, Alvira was no more a killer than Justin Mackall, 'the kid', as Ana had taken to fondly referring to him as (though only mentally, well aware of his distaste for the moniker). Something set Alvira apart from Jun, or Kristen, or indeed Ana herself--something that made him incapable of extinguishing life with the same ease and lack of thought that they did... But this was, of course, the last time and place for such deliberations. If Alvira answered immediately, Ana did not catch the responce, for the explosion of a heavy missile rocked the warehouse behind which the Sabre had secured cover, and the structure began to collapse. Biting her lip, Ana made to pilot her mech out of the way of the buckling building as Jun's reply reached her at last. "He’s got cover on his side," the Korean sniper reported as the Sabre swerved away from the now fallen warehouse, gunfire raging all about it. "He’ll need to be ‘smoked out.’....There looks to be some sort of open square area inside the complex; looks like it could be a training ground for mechs. If one of you can get Argus out there, I should be able to get a shot on target." "Got it," Ana replied. "Kristen, Alvira, lay down some covering fire." Argus was far enough up ahead in the sprawling complex that he'd left behind his subordinates in his flurry to escape the bounty hunters pursuing him. But not far ahead enough that the Sabre couldn't make a dash after him and catch up to him in short order... The crimson mech swerved back around, ignited beam scythe still gripped tightly in its metal hands as Ana's fingers tapped away at the panels surrounding her; the Sabre's verniers began to fire up, the immense energy they created all but palpable to the eye, before the sanguine machine became a blur. Ana noted that Argus' mech was also one built for speed and agility--but ultimately, it was no match. The Sabre caught up to the pirate captain's mech in short order, aiming its beam sabre to disable the opponent mech's legs--but Argus had retrieved his own beam weapon, igniting a beam sabre that clashed with the particle blade emitted by Ana's scythe and stopping the attack as both mechs maintained their breakneck pace. The pirate put up a good fight--that much, Ana would give him. The art of deflecting beam melee weapons with one's own weapon was one that many found a nigh-impossible task, yet the former mercenary deftly and rapidly parried each of Ana's hard-hitting blows, and occasionally was able to respond with his own amidst the hailstorm of Ana's rapid-fire strikes. In the end, however, that didn't matter. Argus was, perhaps, too pre-occupied with holding at bay his furious attacker to realise he was being slowly pushed back into the training ground Jun had referenced. Ana for her part reigned in her usual chaotic, relentless assault, focusing not on eliminating Argus' mech but driving him back to where Jun could put a rapid end to the pirate's short but eventful career with a bullet that would disable his mech and enable the Gearhounds to retrieve the bounty alive. At last, Argus' mech veered backwards in an attempt to escape the constant stream of attacks he was now barely managing to deflect. He pulled back in an attempt to find time to regroup--and his mech darted right into the midst of the wide-open training ground Jun had mentioned. Ana felt no need to call this fact to the attention of the ever-vigilant sniper--she needed now only wait until the bullet buried itself into Argus' mech, rendering it useless and enabling them to secure the pirate once his cronies were quickly dealt with.
	Do I contradict myself? Very well then-- I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes. But I don't have to know an answer. I don't feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious universe without having any purpose. It doesn't frighten me.
Twisted	April 24, 2012, 6:40 pm Post #7
Devotee Posts: 2,657 Group: Members Member #241 Joined: October 25, 2009 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Country #221#	"Stay clear, Ana." Was all that sounded before the sudden impact of the specialized EMP round on Argus' mech. The large crack that even signaled that such a round had been fired, arrived a second after the round had actually hit its target. The sheer force of the round sent Argus' mech reeling backwards, crashing onto its back, motionless; static charge crackling and arching off the metal exterior; slowly it dissipated. A large dent had been crushed into the center of the machine, just above the cockpit; assuring that the direct force of the round didn't crush the pilot in a mangled mess of metal and circuitry. "Don't try to collect Argus until the electric charge is completely gone; unless you want your mech to end up-" The communication was cut short. A flash of red and white lit up the outer rings inside of Jun's sight through the scope. Before he could react enough to avoid it, several blasts had hit the water tower beneath his mech. The explosions sent him flying off of the top of the tower twisting violently through the air before crashing to the ground with an earth shaking thud; dirt and debris mixing with the water throwing thick mud into the air several stories high. One of the mechs had broken free from the battle after Jun had fired, exposing his location long enough for the bastard to fire several anti-mech missiles. Several moments of com silence passed, Jun's mech laying on its back, the only sound coming from the heap, was the popping and hissing of steam and broken hydraulic systems. White smoke began to billow out of the mech's torso, seemingly coming from the cockpit. The door of the mech's cockpit had been heavily damaged in the explosion and couldn't open to allow the pilot to escape. The tubes that carried hydraulic fluid to the pistons that opened the cockpit's hatch, had been severed, leaving Jun (alive or dead) trapped inside as Mercy was engulfed in an ever growing plume of smoke that was reaching higher and higher into the sky. Static sounded over all coms, a broken message in attempt for help. "CURRRRRRRRHICKHRRRRRRhelpCURRRRRRRRRRRHICKHICKHURRRRfireHURRRRRRRRRRRRHICKURRRRRstem offlineHURRRRHICK-" Silence... Edited by Twisted, April 24, 2012, 6:46 pm.
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FredKrug	April 24, 2012, 9:09 pm Post #8
April 2012 Member of the Month Posts: 3,356 Group: Members Member #380 Joined: December 28, 2009 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre Anything Interesting What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7	Kristen heard her new 'orders' from Ana not too long after she had started to go on the hunt again. She let out a little squeel at the idea, quickly flipping the comm system on again. "Oooo~! I'm on it! I'm on EEETTT!" Kristen shouted. She pushed her mech forwards, causing it to take to the skies instead of mucking around in the stupid alleyways. She didn't like hiding. She liked shooting! And it was so hard to find things to shoot in the stupid small cramped areas (though targets were pretty easy to kill in there). Still, there was no fun! This was supposed to be a battle, not a game of hide and seek (although it was her favorite game (even though she always lost because she couldn't keep still (and no one ever played with her!)))! So, without further delay, Kristen flew her lovely mech up into the air, scoping out the area she was supposed to cover. That line of thought only lasted about five seconds before she noticed a bunch of mechs heading her way. Of course they would! She was an 'easy' target! She had this big, bulky mech, and couldn't manuver all that quickly, and it was really slow, so it wouldn't be all that hard to take out, right? Well, that's what they were supposed to think! Who would make such an obviously flawed-looking mech if there wasn't a massive advantage to it? Certainly no one Kristen wanted to meet, that was for sure! She stopped, rubbing her hands together mischeviously before cracking her knuckles. "Alright, 6 lil' ducks all lined up!" Kristen giggled. She liked the metaphor because it reminded her of the little metal ducks with the red and white targets that are in shooting galleries. It was so cute! Kristen took half a moment to flick a couple of switches to adjust the control configuration to be a bit more accessable for what she needed to do. Immediately, hearts appeared on the screen, each with a set of crosshairs in the center. One was a red color with white crosshairs, which was situated on her right, one was green with black crosshairs, and two were blue, one with back and one with white. She spent just a moment lining up the green and blue hearts, aiming for the mechs furthest from the center, before beginning to fire rapidly at them. Outside her cockpit, her mech began to stir. The two small, swivel-mounted laser cannons moved, aiming for the two targets furthest to the sides before firing soft white blasts of energy at them. The right arm raised, taking repeating shots at another with the energy pistol. Each seemed to be fairly accurate, though most didn't hit directly, if at all. Of course, that was ok, because Kristen wasn't really aiming all that well. Not at all, really. For those who couldn't quite figure it out, they were on 'autopilot', the computer handling the shots with fairly precise, if predictable algorithms. After all, Kristen didn't have six arms, and even if she did, lining up that many shots was hard! Of course, not everything Kristen did was so automated. With that out of the way, Kristen gripped her right joystick, using her thumb to manually aim the red heart-shaped crosshairs on the nearest mech, immediately pulling the trigger. Lines of chaingun fire shot across her screen at her target. Though he attempted to manuver out of the way, Kristen was already there, shooting up his intended location before he even had a chance to arrive, puncturing the mech's armor with a dozen or more bullets before he fell from the sky. Without missing a beat, she was on to the next. However, Kristen was doing much more than simply aiming her big, lovely pink chaingun at the nearest mech. That would be stupid! Her other hand was working, too! Using the other arm, she began to train a series of pink hearts on all of the remaining mechs. Her fingers danced across the little buttons, setting up her directions for her coming barrage of missiles. Surprisingly, it didn't take very long to do so, having practiced this feat numerous times (and on larger numbers of enemies), she'd have them falling to pieces here in just a few- A few shots flew past Kristen's meck. She felt something hit the shoulder of her lovely Archangel. She whined, glaring with a huff at one of the mechs off to the side. "Hey! I thought I told you to leave me alone!" Kristen growled, checking to see how much damage she had done. Not much, apparently. It appeared as though there were only a few minor hits from her laser cannons. That needed to be fixed! "Well, then eat on this, meanie!" Kristen shouted, firing her missile salvo. A large number of her missiles flew from their tubes, flying for their targets with precise, coordinated movements. Kristen chuckled, knowing that odds are, every last one of their targets was pretty screwed. Dooooo doooo dooo doo Beeping... wait, beeping? That meant.... Kristen turned her attetion back to the center of the screen, noticing a few sets of missiles other than her own lovely heart-shaped projectiles in the air. Without a moment's hesitation, she turned all of her attention to them, taking all of her laser weapons off their other targets to blast the little suckers out of the sky. After a few quick bursts, most of them were gone. "Haha! Nice try, meanie! You'll have to do better than--" Doo dooo doooo dooooo Kristen looked at the other part of her screen, noticing a few were still going, just not towards her. "There's no way they could have missed by that...." Kristen turned and looked over the shoulder of her meck, noticing where they were aimed at. "Oh crap! Jun!" Kristen cried out. She immediately turned her mech around and started flying after them. There was no way she could catch them, of course, but that never stopped her from trying. She pulled her guns around, firing heavily at the missiles. She managed to take down a few, but they were quickly getting away from her. "CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!" Kristen screamed. There was just no way she could stop them all, especially with how they were closign in on Jun.
	FredKrug's Magic Shop- The Game, not the Art Having abandoned my search for truth... I am now looking for A Good Fantasy. I am watching. I am always watching.
Dream	April 25, 2012, 12:28 am Post #9
Mew? Posts: 3,775 Group: Administrator Member #329 Joined: November 27, 2009 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre 1 x 1 RPs Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype Loveless_Dream Country #0#	Justin was heading back towards the ship when a less than pleasant sound graced his radio. Somebody was hit, and it was one of their own. Suddenly nervous for their well-being, for the princeling hated seeing anyone in harms way, he turned back in the direction from whence he came. He maneuvered the mech as best he could, skidding to a stop near the downed Gearhound. "What...happened?" he asked, looking at the mess of a mech. It was then that he realized that Jun was still inside the scrap of metal. "Uhmm..." he said, unsure of what to do. He needed to get to the other before he could do his job. He couldn't even tell if the guy was alive or not, though if he was, it would have been quite the surprise. Things weren't looking good from where Justin was standing. "Can we...get him out of there?" he inquired, not sure how to go about separating human from mech at that point.
Maye	April 26, 2012, 6:06 am Post #10
Member Posts: 205 Group: Members Member #1,208 Joined: March 25, 2012 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Novice Favorite RP Genre Adventure What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No	Almost in the same instant as Ana's message came through to him, a shower of bullets were already flying in his direction. The first few had caught him off guard and succeeded in penetrating the armor of his mech - possibly severing a few important, though not immediately crucial wire connections in his left arm. Through quick reaction, Avira managed to barely maneuver his machine out of the line of fire in time to face the other solo mech. In return, Alvira activated his right-arm machine gun and (steadying it as well as he could with his injured left) open fired on the other mech. Most of the bullets missed him, and the ones that did hardly seemed to do more than anger the pilot, who wasted no time in returning fire. He groaned, and ducked behind one of the damaged walls of the complex. Normally, Alvira wouldn't stand much of a chance one-on-one with such a sophisticated mech such as the one he was fighting against (especially in such close-quarter conditions, which were definitely not Al's forte), but, this particular enemy seemed to have already suffered quite a bit of damage to his machine, and was, very clearly, out of anti-mech missles, which was fortunate for Alvira, since it at least leveled the playing field to a bullet for bullet, punch for punch sort of battle. When the enemy got close enough to where he was hiding, Al quickly positioned his arm to shoot. This time, he was close enough so that most of the bullets landed on target, and actually managed to do severe damage and startle the pilot. His mech was already in pretty bad condition, and any more blows would probably end up injuring the man inside, as well. Surely, he must know that there was no possible way for him to win this battle? Even if he did end up beating Alvira, there was no way that he would be able to escape the rest of his companions alive - not in that condition any way. So, why did he insist on fighting? Eventually, the man was unable to continue, and his mech fell dead onto the floor. Al let out a sort of contemplative sigh. "Well," He said, resting his weaponized arm, " I must say that your persistence and loyalty are admirable...and that you put up a good fight, despite your condition..." His eyes softened a bit at he surveyed the damage he had caused. "It is unfortunate, however, that this strong will of yours wasn't put to a better use. And although I do sympathize with your allegiance, I'm afraid that your cause is one that I, quite frankly, cannot stand to condone...or leave unpunished. Perhaps we will meet again... on different terms - in another life...." Alvira's musings were interrupted by a plea for help through the communication system. He placed a hand over his ear to hear the message more clearly. "What's that? A fire? Jun? Jun!" He cursed a little under his breath. "Kristen! Justin! Can you get over to where Jun is? Or, can you tell me what's happened? What is your location? I'll meet you guys over there. Don't touch anything until we know what we're dealing with."
Comrade	April 26, 2012, 7:15 am Post #11
Addict Posts: 2,431 Group: Members Member #1,051 Joined: August 11, 2011 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Beginner Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype saavtomobilokhelmdzghvaneli Country #155#	Little time was had to appreciate the fine work of the team sniper as Argus' mech, still reeling backwards to renew its attack on the Sabre, was all but blasted to the side by the force of Jun's EMP round. The kingpin of the pirate gang was down, but his subordinates were still determined to fight on, and back towards the South region of the complex the Gearhounds were still locked in battle against the dwindling numbers of the pirates. Nevertheless, the pilot of the crimson mech took the briefest fraction of a second to compliment the sniper on his precision as she always did. "Nice shot." She manoeuvred the Sabre around to make a rapid dash back towards the focal point of the fighting, where Alvira and Kristen continued to hold the enemy at bay against the merciless tactics of the pirates. Argus, as Ana was well aware, was in no position to try to escape his disabled mech--hell, he was almost certainly no longer conscious, his brain probably fried right out of conscious thought by the EMP round. He could wait until the rest of his cronies were down for the count as well. Indeed, Jun confirmed this knowledge. "Don't try to collect Argus until the electric charge is completely gone," the Korean pilot recounted. "Unless you want your mech to end up--" His next words never came. Instead, the sound of violent explosions finished Jun's sentence for him; Ana's head turned so hard and rapidly she felt a sharp pain pierce her neck, but it hardly registered to her. Her focus was on Jun--or rather, where Jun had been. The space by the water tower which he had occupied in a discreet sniper's position had been annihilated by what Ana judged by the damage to be heavy-grade anti-mech missiles, ones that could probably have utterly devastated Jun's mech were only one to get a direct hit on the Merciful Fate. "Jun?" Ana's voice came quickly, urgently, but she forced any semblance of panic from her tone. She definitely could not let herself be overtaken by the building sensation of fear at the prospect of her team-mate's death--no, she had to be able to operate logically, rationally, to be herself, and... "CURRRRRRRRHICKHRRRRRRhelpCURRRRRRRRRRRHICKHICKHURRRRfireHURRRRRRRRRRRRHICKURRRRRstem offlineHURRRRHICK-" "Shit!" Ana almost never swore--not anymore. There had been a time not long ago (well okay, fourteen years ago, which wasn't that long) when swearing had come naturally to her, curses called upon as easily and off-handedly as everyday parts of speech--but that time was gone. Or at least, that person was suppressed, and a new face had been placed meticulously over the old one. Nevertheless, it was a veneer that was quite rapidly eroded when emotion overtook Ana in the most distressing of situations--the prospect of Jun's death fell under that slender category. She wasted no time. The Sabre took off, its verniers pushing it to the fastest speed possible, shooting towards the collapsed remains of the water tower where Jun had been taking cover. The carcasses of a number of missiles--evidently shot down before they could reach their mark--lay scattered around the sniper's last position; Ana could only assume Kristen, her mech being the only possessing a truly effective anti-missile system, had noticed the missiles and taken action. Her vigilance could possibly have saved Jun's life, while Ana had merely stood by uselessly--her lack of acuity could well have contributed to the sniper's as-yet ominous fate...but no, she could not consider that now...if she paused to deliberate, the consequences would be undoubtedly only that much more severe... She was upon him. The crimson mech veered around the wreckage of the water tower, and Ana saw, lying inert upon the grass plain landscape, the Merciful Fate. No, no direct hits--a relief, but it did not necessarily indicate that all was well. Quite the opposite was true. Copious smoke billowed from within the Mercy's cockpit, which did not bode well for the one within--the sound of steam hissing venomously, the state of the mech's torso indicating that the hatch failed to open via internal command. It would have to be opened from without. The Sabre dropped to a knee to accomplish the meticulous task. The hatch could not be simply ripped away from the mech--that ran the significant risk of killing the pilot, if he was even still alive. No, it would have to be done in typical Ana fashion--methodically but quickly, carefully but efficiently. The Sabre's hands reached out, and with fluid movement disengaged the hatch from the rest of the mech. It came away with the grinding noise of metal tearing away from metal, and immediately smoke belched in quantities that was cause for concern that if the impact or the explosion hadn't killed Jun, the sheer quantity of smoke that had evidently saturated the cockpit of the Merciful Fate might have accomplished the task. No--the pilot was alive. The smoke dissipated as Ana, her mech still kneeling low over the Mercy, quickly opened her own cockpit hatch, creating a ramp for her to descend directly into the horizontally-laid piloting chamber of Jun's mech. She'd seen within the cockpit the team's sniper, alive, but judging by the vast cloud of smoke his cockpit was expelling, not well. The Brazilian pilot moved as quickly as her sturdy, strong form would permit, the boots of her piloting suit clanking heavily against the red metal surface of the ramp as she approached Jun, still seated--or rather, lying--within the piloting chair of his mech. "Jun, are you alright?" she called as she neared him--regardless of his answer, if he could even give one, upon reaching him, she grabbed his arm, slinging it over her shoulder to help him return to her mech. He would have to be returned to the ship--Justin, being the foremost amongst them in regards to medical matters (hell, that was why they'd hired him, after all, young and inexperienced in regard to mech combat though he was) would look over him, assess the damage, while Dom would hopefully be able to work his magic on the Merciful Fate.
	Do I contradict myself? Very well then-- I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes. But I don't have to know an answer. I don't feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious universe without having any purpose. It doesn't frighten me.
Twisted	April 27, 2012, 2:28 am Post #12
Devotee Posts: 2,657 Group: Members Member #241 Joined: October 25, 2009 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Country #221#	Trapped within the confines of the cockpit, a now hellishly hot prison, Jun struggled to withdraw the emergency oxygen mask from the overhead panel. Thick smoke filled the cabin and left his eyes burning and watering so heavily he was all but blind; making the task of finding the mask and applying it all that much more difficult; completely ruling out the possibility of actually maneuvering his mech for anything. Slipping the elastic straps over his head, relief rushed into his lungs in the form of concentrated oxygen. Finally able to breathe, the only remaining problem was the fire that was growing beneath the floor of the cockpit. No matter how many times Jun slammed his hand down on the button to activate the CO2 extinguisher system, it didn’t respond. The system for extinguishing fires had been knocked out during the blasts; a sacrifice for having the reservoir attached to the outside of the mech; clearly a design flaw he’d need to talk to Dom about when- if he got back. Then, the ground shook: someone was approaching. Jun couldn’t see who, his eyes were closed tightly now, partially due to the fact he was praying, mostly due to the fact it was the only way to protect his eyes from the fierce burning caused by the ever growing concentration of smoke in the cabin. His fate was now in the hands of whoever, or whatever was outside now. Soon enough, the approach of others ensued the first and a slight bit of hope welled up in him. His team was reliable, that much was a given, but could they manage to get him out in time. His mech began to shift a bit, someone on the outside was attempting to get him out. Finally, just as the first visible signs of the fire began leaking into the cockpit, the hatch came open and light spilled in as a plume of thick smoke spilled forth. There, in all her glory, stood Jun’s savior, Ana. She was on him in seconds, pulling him from the heap that was Mercy. She had hoisted him up, slinging his arm over her shoulder as she heaved him from the cockpit and moved onto the ‘ramp’ she’d established with her own mech. Jun nearly strangled, the oxygen mask still attached to his head, he managed to flip it off, sending it coiling back into his mech. With a gasp of fresh air, Jun offered a brief smile followed by a severe face, stumbling off of Ana’s assistance and standing on his own. “Thanks.” He wasn’t sure what to say really, it was his fault he’d allowed himself to get into such a situation, he could have been the cause of people dying and that threat wasn’t over yet. It was unacceptable behavior. Looking from Ana to the ship they’d arrived on then back, he could see it was a good distance away and no matter how much Jun wanted to simply request to be set down so he could go it on his own, he knew that option wasn’t likely to end with positive results. No, if he was to make it back alive, he’d still need assistance; something he dreaded. Burdening others was not something he could accept lightly. This event would not go unpunished by his own strict beliefs. He would submit himself to harsh training and physical abuse to get the feeling of failure out of his mind; to atone for his mistake. Scarring his body might also need be done as a reminder of his failure. Reaction training would need to be done, something to test his reflexes; and should he fail, severe pain would result. This method was his way, failure resulted in pain, pain resulted in knowledge and of course the hope to avoid such pain in the first place. To exhibit such reflexes, he could do a series of things, it would most likely be something similar to a paintball gun, rigged to fire at him in random intervals confusing his reaction time until he could respond quick enough to dodge the rounds. That was for when he'd returned to the ship. Moments later, both Jun and Ana were aboard her Sabre and were rocketing back towards the ship; in silence on Jun's part. Jun didn't have to apologize, the look of shame on his face said it all too clear. He avoided direct eye contact with Ana, focusing on some astoundingly interesting spot on the floor; head hung in self loathing and deep thought. It was not a warriors way, to die due to ignorance or a foolish mistake. No, the preferred way to die was in battle, charging forwards, rushing the enemy with all your might. If you were to die, it was for a purpose, not for lack of focus. Jun had become too lax and allowed himself to nearly die in a shameful manner, an unacceptable and dishonorable way to die, showing great injustice to those whom he'd slain in battle. A soft sigh escaped him.
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Dream	April 27, 2012, 7:53 pm Post #13
Mew? Posts: 3,775 Group: Administrator Member #329 Joined: November 27, 2009 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre 1 x 1 RPs Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype Loveless_Dream Country #0#	Justin watched in horror as smoke billowed out of the ruined mech. Their teammate was still in there. Fortunately, Ana was on top of things, and had the poor guy out of the mech just in time. Justin watched as Ana carried Jun back to the ship, following closely behind. The guy had to be injured, at least somewhat, and it was Justin's job to take care of him. The young prince may not have been all that skilled at working a mech, but he managed to get to the ship in record time, without stumbling or hitting anything. It would have been something to celebrate had there not been an injury to care to. The young man got out of his mech, racing down to the makeshift medical hall, which was really just a normal crew room that was converted into a sick bay of sorts. He cleared off the single bed in there, not sure whether the Gearhound could sit, stand, or even walk. Either way, having somewhere to look him over was going to be helpful. He then set to work getting out what materials he figured he would be needing. He got everything, and sat back in a folding chair, waiting impatiently for his patient to arrive.
Comrade	April 28, 2012, 1:51 am Post #14
Addict Posts: 2,431 Group: Members Member #1,051 Joined: August 11, 2011 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Beginner Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype saavtomobilokhelmdzghvaneli Country #155#	They'd made it some distance up the ramp before Jun began to pull away from Ana--he looked at least well enough to walk unaided, so she offered no protest as he stepped away. The sniper directed a short-lived smile towards her, uttering a word of thanks, before his expression became one once more of pain. Ana merely shook her head, and nodded up the ramp, towards the interior of the Sabre. Jun paused, looking from the towering mech off into the distance towards the waiting ship. Ana was familiar enough with the team sniper to know he was an immensely self-reliant and independent sort of person--were she to venture a guess, even if she were to waste time doing so, she would have supposed he had hoped for a split second that he could forgo the burden of accepting assistance from others and proceed to the ship himself, on foot. But that was out of the question. The ship was at much too great a distance for walking to be a viable option even if there weren't a mech battle raging in the vicinity. Jun seemed to come to this conclusion as well, for wordlessly he proceeded up the ramp, Ana trailing alongside him. Within a matter of half a minute, the Sabre was speeding towards the ship. Ana maintained an intent eye on the functions of the mech, of course, but she still took note of Jun's state. His eyes gazed most intently at some area of the cockpit floor as if he'd never seen anything quite as fascinating as the Sabre's piloting chamber, hanging his head in a manner indicative of some kind of shame he must have been feeling. Jun was a perfectionist--he accepted no weakness or lapses on his part. It didn't take much acuity to understand this--one needed only to venture into action with him repeatedly as Ana and the other Gearhounds had. Ana could count the number of times Jun had made a mistake over his years with the Gearhounds on one hand, but each time, he commenced to beating himself up over it. Not flagrantly, but in a silent manner, so as not to give any indication of internal turmoil. Perhaps it took someone used to so adamantly quelling internal feelings to recognise the same process in others, but Ana had recognised it in Jun. Perhaps she should have spoken to try and ease his mind of the burden, even though she knew it would do no good. Perhaps she should have told him that she should have been more vigilant--that she should have been paying attention, able to warn him long before the missiles hit, long before Kristen could have shot down the majority of them. Jun wasn't the one who had fallen behind, she was. Kristen had eclipsed the pilot of the crimson mech, succeeded where Ana had failed in potentially saving Jun's life, an inexcusable result on Ana's part. She could not--would not suffer to be anything but the best the Gearhounds had to offer. How could she live with herself being anything less? She said no such thing. Placing the blame on herself, rightful though it would be, would not budge the blame Ana was certain Jun was placing on himself. If anything, it would perhaps worsen the impression. Silence was the best option Ana could envision, and so neither spoke until the Sabre, in short order, had made it to the ship, waiting with one of the mech docking hatches open leading into the freighter's interior. The hatch of the Sabre swung open once more as a small bridge extended from the open docking hatch to meet the Sabre's ajar cockpit, and Ana stood from the piloting controls to allow Jun to exit. She did not want to simply leave him behind to make his way to the medical hall alone and unaided in the potential scenario of 'complications' arising between here and there, and she still felt she had to make up for her lapse in vigilance even in such a paltry way, but she also felt she might be needed back in the fray. She'd left Alvira and Kristen with nearly a dozen pirates still determined to fight to the death...and undoubtedly Kristen was enjoying the potential massacre that would arise from that situation, but Ana remained concerned at the prospect. These were no ordinary pirates, after all. Every one had once been a professional mercenary of the higher degree. "I have to go back," Ana came to a decision. "And help Kristen and Alvira." She glanced back to Jun, standing on the metal platform of the bridge leading to the ship. "If you feel unwell, stop walking and call Justin to help you back," she couldn't help but add, before she seated herself once more at the controls of her mech. She gave another reluctant nod to Jun, before the hatch swiftly swung shut once more, and as Jun entered the ship, the Sabre made to return to the scene of battle. From the looks of things, the battle was all but won already. Of the twenty pirates in Argus' team, seven remained stubbornly fighting on though all was lost. Leaderless, lacking the materiel and numerical backing they had possessed prior to this devastating attack, stuck with no way of getting off a planet that was essentially brimming with gangs, other pirates, crime lords who would have liked nothing more than to eradicate the competition, the pirates chose fighting to the death instead. It saddened Ana to think that one would be willing to sacrifice all that they were for such a pitiful cause, such a vile cause...a sensation she recalled even now quite well. The beam scythe ignited once more as the crimson mech darted along its way towards where Kristen and Alvira (well, mostly Kristen) were now finishing off the last few pirates. Coming from the opposite direction, at distance, Ana saw one of the pirates taking cover behind a facility building with a heavy-grade sniper rifle clutched in its hands. The mech peeked out of cover, waiting until Kristen's onslaught was turned onto targets at a distant location, before darting fully out of cover, swiftly raising the rifle to focus on Alvira's mech in the distance. No lapse in vigilance this time as Ana's hand flashed towards the mech's control panel; the mech was rapidly aligning his shot even as a heavy-duty anti-mech missile launched from the platform attached to the Sabre's back. The pirate was far too concerned with getting his shot off accurately before the crazy chick in the fat mech took notice to react in time to the alarms that went off at the rapid approach of the missile. He had not even turned to react when it slammed right on target, square into the middle of the mech's metal back, the resultant explosion tearing the mech apart and blowing off a good chunk of the building in front of it. Ana breathed no sigh of relief as her mech sped onwards, however. The work was not nearly finished. Six mechs yet remained between their current position, and returning to Wuhai to turn the bounty in. Eliminating the rest of the pirates would yield only a small bonus added on to the overall bounty being paid for Argus himself, but being that his lackeys refused surrender or retreat, letting them alive was not much of an option. Either way, letting them alive would only ensure they'd eventually be wiped out by a marauding gang to salvage their mech remains. Destruction was the only option for them. They should have accepted that when they'd chosen the lifestyle they had lived up until now. In a blaze of sanguine metal, the Sabre turned its aims upon another quarry--no, two of them. One resembling a more heavy-duty type mech, a kind of lesser (FAR lesser) version of Kristen's own Archangel, the other clearly a scout by its light armour and armament. Both had sought sanctuary from the Archangel, however temporary, to regroup and reload before refocusing an assault on the main threat present on the battlefield. The situation was not urgent enough to warrant the expension of another missile (those Predator-class missiles were damn expensive these days, pack a punch though they may have). Instead, it was to be dealt with high-speed, at close range--Ana's typical modus operandi. The Sabre's movements retained fluidity and nimble agility even as it accelerated to breakneck speeds tracking down its two targets. The first to go was the faster one, the scout. Its back turned to Ana as she loomed over it, the Sabre faced no threat from it--the scout was still turning in panic as the Sabre's scythe bore down upon it, slicing it diagonally across the torso. Another quick, clean death for the pilot, who was incinerated by the heat of the blade long before it had actually come upon him. She wasted no time in wheeling around to face the heavier mech, which had turned at the sound of his comrade's downfall. He was still in the midst of raising the arms of his mech, a beam rifle held in its hands, to fire on the Sabre--that wouldn't do. The arms rapidly fell from the body of the mech in quick succession before the pilot at last perished in the same blazing fate that three of his fellow pirates had shared, leaving five stubborn defenders fighting a now rapidly losing battle against the Gearhounds. ((Alright, Maye, FredKrug, if you care to finish this battle off by wiping out the rest of them, we can move onto Wuhai and onwards with the RP :v))
	Do I contradict myself? Very well then-- I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes. But I don't have to know an answer. I don't feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious universe without having any purpose. It doesn't frighten me.
Kirakushi	April 28, 2012, 2:40 am Post #15
The Evil GM Posts: 1,109 Group: Members Member #413 Joined: January 13, 2010 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Gender? Male Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. Country #226#	Enter, the mind behind mechanical repair that would dealing with what the team wrecked. The former special ops mechanic was leaning against the railing on the second floor of the hangar as the Kid tore into the ship's hangar, docked, and rushed out of the machine with precision he'd only seen in professional pilots. "Fantastic." He smelled trouble, and he was eyeing the dents and dings to be pulled out of the frame of the Kid's machine as Ana pulled in to let Jun out of her machine. That fact alone made the bald mechanic's eyebrow lift, though his face was still blank as a stone while he stood up and strode over to the Korean pilot. "Where is she at and what's the damage?" His basso voice shot right to the heart of the matter as he neared Jun, crossing his muscular left arm and cybernetic right arm that was part of his machine repair magic, along with his left hand of course. For six years and what seemed like more than a one hundred repairs on the Kid's machine, sometimes Ana with how reckless she got pushing her limits, and from time to time Kristen who got beat up by the shrapnel she kicked up. Dom had rarely needed to repair Mercy. Both from the pilot's profession and his perfectionist care the machine only needed calibration and tune-ups from time to time to keep the performance at the tops. This was a first, and from the look on the pilot's face, would be the last. Dom knew how tight Jun kept his shift and role, a blunder to leave Mercy incapacitated and the sniper without a machine would be rectified as soon as the machine was fixed; yet what bugged the stoic mechanic the most was the fact that the machine was actually incapacitated. "Knew there was trouble when the freshmeat hauled ass in here to dock. Go get checked out, I'll handle Mercy." What he needed was to know the extent to which the machine was damage and the parts he was going to need, the cost came out of the team's bounty but that was the price to pay. Sadly for them, a cockpit was more of a pain in the wallet to repair and, once Mercy was safely in his clutches, she was going to have a 'pit overhaul but that was yet to be revealed.
	The Group I never knew that I could depend, that I could have some friends down to the very end. The sky's the limit, and we ain't finished, and if my homiez gonna ride then you know I'm with it. March 1, 2012, 6:50 pm Blue Miller: And Elise, remember; we're naught but harmless nutjobs. Minus Kira. He will actually attempt to cut off your face. Current RP(s): Soul Eater: BtSV (OOC) Status: Accepting/ IC Status: Active; Kindled Spirits 1x1
FredKrug	April 28, 2012, 9:40 pm Post #16
April 2012 Member of the Month Posts: 3,356 Group: Members Member #380 Joined: December 28, 2009 Gender? Male What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced Favorite RP Genre Anything Interesting What browser are you using? Internet Explorer 7	Kristen watched as Jun's mech was rather harshly smashed. She let out a little squeak, cupping her hands over her mouth as she did so. "JUNI!" she screamed, watching her screen intently as the rest of the group congregated to ensure that he was alright. Kristen, reckless as she was, was tempted to rush over and rip the whole top off the mech just to get the pilot out. Fortunately for him, Ana was the first to react. She managed to get him out safely, which, believe it or not, probably wouldn't have been Kristen's primary concern in the task of freeing him, before she manage to lug him over to her mech, preparing to return him to the ship to be treated. Kristen was bouncing in her seat with excitement as she watched him crawl from his mech before being safely pulled into Ana's red vehicle of destruction, flying off to serve as a pretty (but could be prettier) little ambulance. With that out of the way, Kristen turned her attention back to the actual super, mega-important objective: blowing things up. Her eyes darted across the skies, quickly checking in on where all the lovely targets were. She didn't waste much time with this, particularly because they were all in her field of vision, and it wouldn't take much to begin bringing down the remaining pieces of scrap. "Well, now, I think that everyone needs to know why picking on my friends is a bad idea!" Kristen giggled. She didn't begin flying off towards the targets just yet, however. She glanced down at her control panel, looking over the array of functions available to her. "Now... what to test today...?" Kristen tapped her lip in deep (not really that deep) thought. She giggled softly, eying a particular function. "Let's see how the auto-targetter works out." Kristen hummed to herself. She took one of the small joysticks, highlighting each mech in the sky (that wasn't apart of her own group, of course) each only getting marked with one pink heart. With that done, she returned her attention to the control panel. "Let's see... 5 mechs... each requiring 5 missiles... 84 missiles left...." Kristen muttered to herself. She looked at the numbers for a moment, calculating that she needed to fire 25 missiles to almost ensure that the rest went down. "50 should do it!" Kristen exclaimed. Kristen's hand went over to the small segment. It had a number set to the number of targets selected, as well as two small knobs. One selected the number of missiles to be fired, the other selected the percentage of her remaining missiles to unload. She simply twisted the knob up to 10 per mech. Some people might think this was wasteful of her. Most people were wrong! This was science! Science uses the scientific method to test stuff! It also used statistics, which means that she needed an adequate sample size, and anyone who knows a thing about statistics knows that there must be at least 30 in the sample size, and more is always better. Besides, it wouldn't be any fun if the stupid people who hurt Juni didn't realize that it was not a good idea to piss off the girl in the pretty white and pink mech (even if they never got a chance to learn from their mistake). With that number set, Kristen quickly set the missiles to a button on her joystick before flying to the fight. Her pink and white mech glistened beautifully as it moved at its rather slow speed. She was pushing it, but let's face it, the Archangel was never really designed to dart around the battlefield. Nope, she had other things that made it work. Like guns. Lots and lots of guns. And explosives! Kristen smiled mischeviously, switching her mech over to a more active combat style. She moved the arms experimentally, both the gun and the mounted cannons moving in relative sync. It was much more complicated than that, but it was enough that most people would get the picture. More or less: Two guns, one joystick. "Time to pay, meanies!" Kristen shouted, her guns openning up on the enemy mechs. Most of them split up, trying to go every which way to keep her from keeping pace with them. Cute, but not good enough. She immediately fixated on one of them, an ugly green one who rushed her with a sword. She leveled her gatling gun at him, bullets flying in his direction in a spray of death. With a swift manuver, he attempted to dodge around them. Immediately, the shoulder cannon adjusted its aim, firing straight into his new path. It took only two shots before he was downed, the cockpit a smoldering wreck from having the white lasers plow into its front. With the destruction of the one, she glanced down at the little display of her missile control. As the target number dropped from 5 to 4, the rest of the numbers adjusted, readying to fire 40 missiles instead of 50. Yay! She saved 10 missiles! Dommi would be soooo happy with her! Less supplies to order! However, she didn't want to get any lower than that. "Alright! Say goodbye, Meanies!" she hollared, pounding a button on her joystick. Immediately, the tubes around her waist openned up, streaming from her mech. The system began to designate targets to them without her input, sending them flying off in various directions, all swarming towards the remaining mechs. None of them had had the chance to really get out of her line of sight (which was kinda hard, anyway, because it was so huge in comparison with other people). There were a few unfortunate premature explosions, which caused Kristen to whine with each one. Most, however, were not going to miss. They quickly swarmed around the target, making it so that even the skilled shots and ridiculously fast mechs couldn't avoid or destroy them all (which was how it was supposed to work anyway, 'cuz Kristen was so good at programing routes). It wasn't long before the whole screen was lighting up with explosions as mech parts began to fall from the sky. She pumped her fist. "WOOHOO! GOT- wait, what?" Kristen turned her attention to one mech who had somehow managed to avoid getting too beat up, which, in Kristen's mind, meant not in a million pieces. He was missing an arm and a good chunk of a leg, but he was somehow still in the air. "AWE! NO FAIR!" Kristen growled, pounding a button to save the last 10 seconds of data in a specific file for post analysis. Something had either gone wrong, or he was much better than she had given him credit for. "Well, we'll clean you up real quick." Kristen said, turning her mech towards him, and with it, all 4 of her guns. A hail of bullets and lasers shot from her machine. It didn't take more than a few moments before the glistening explosin filled the sky, quickly putting an end to the last of the combat. Kristen smiled, turning on her comm without a full moment before the last mech vanished into scrap. "WOOHOO! We did it! Now we just gotta collect the mean head guy and we get to go home!" Kristen exclaimed. "Are we going to raid his mech for scrap, or are we just gonna rip him out of there?" Kristen asked, knowing very well which option she would vote for.
	FredKrug's Magic Shop- The Game, not the Art Having abandoned my search for truth... I am now looking for A Good Fantasy. I am watching. I am always watching.
Maye	May 2, 2012, 9:42 pm Post #17
Member Posts: 205 Group: Members Member #1,208 Joined: March 25, 2012 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Novice Favorite RP Genre Adventure What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No	His face was flushed; his breathing was hash and heavy. Alvira was rushing as quickly as he could to where the destruction was. It was easy enough to locate, even without a particularly advanced coordinate system (although, his machine did possess one, but it was a much earlier model, and a bit defective, so it was prone to miscalculations). He didn't need one - the towers of filthy, black smoke emitting from what he hoped were only discarded missiles, and not the remains of his companion's machine, gave away their position. As he sped there, and the blood was thumping painfully in his ears, he tried very hard not to imagine what horror might await him. No mangled machines, disembodied limbs or torched remains of what used to be his friend - he wouldn't suffer the same fate as the other pilots who were strewn haphazardly across the complex. No, that kind of death was not reserved for him. He deserved to die of old age - peaceful, and surrounded by loved ones in a nice comfy bed, in the sunny countryside. That was how death was supposed to be... An end onto itself. Not like this. And definitely not for one of their own. When he arrived, it felt as though the previous adrenaline left his body. He was numb, and completely breathless. He hesitated a moment - an uncharacteristic pause on his part. Normally, he would have immediately rushed to his rescue, even if he wasn't completely certain of what the next course of action was. One always had to do something. Anything was better than doing nothing. Yet, for some reason, he found that he couldn't register what was happening, at that moment. He couldn't form any coherent thought to describe what was happening. There was his comrade, lying helplessly on the ground, waiting to be rescued… but, he didn’t move immediately to his aid. It was only a momentary hesitation – not even a fraction of a second, as far as anyone viewing the scene unfurl would be concerned. But, in Alvira’s own mind, that one, insignificant-seeming moment of doubt was perfectly noticeable. It was a conspicuous lack of cognition that stretched on long enough for him to realize that it had even occurred. When he realized this, he began to ready himself, with a bit of conscious effort, to rush over as he intended. Somehow, his movements were slower then usual, and his arms seemed heavy and reluctant to move into place. It was strange that Al, usually one of the more oblivious members of the group, had the mental acuteness of even notice these momentary, and almost completely trivial in nature. It was a momentary setback – if it could even be considered a moment – and even through noticing it and becoming aware of his failure to react could not shake him from his position, or propel him forward fast enough to get to his companion before Ana did. Thank goodness for Ana. Sometimes, Alvira felt that she completed him, in some ways. She was the calculating, experienced one – really (he sometimes joked to himself) she was the leader of the group. Alvira was more of a benefactor – a tag along that was only allowed to stay in the group because he used to supply the environment where the team could form. But now that the team was already used to being together, and learned to survive, on their own… Of what use was he? To make delicious, five-star food out of whatever gunk he found that could be made edible? Surely, that was a hard commodity to find, but food doesn’t need to be delicious to provide sustenance… Maybe once they realized that he was more dead weight than he was useful, they would drop him. All of the people that used to gravitate around him – people that, through the years, have taken the role as his new family - would slowly fall out of orbit, thus leaving Alvira alone in the vastness of space… Not that he could articulate this feeling, or was even consciously aware of it. This was just something that he mulled over in his dreams, once in a blue moon. His real concern at the moment was seeing his friends safely to the ship so that Jun could get proper treatment. Kristen was already guarding against the mechs who had, without his realizing, appeared in the sky, above them, and were getting ready for attack. Al was never a particularly good shot (he could aim his gun fairly well, but it took him a bit longer than the rest of the crew), but he followed along with Kristen, as well as he could, to try and help her out with the attack. This ended up being very unnecessary, seeing how the girl was more than capable of destroying those machines herself. Still, Alvira kept a weary eye and his gun ready, just in case she needed any backup. When she succeeded with little fuss in decimating the other team, he put his gun away, a little embarrassed with his overall ineffectiveness, compared to her. His joints creaked, as he tried to stretch his achy body. Eh… I must be getting old. He grinned to himself. “Good show, my girl!” He cheered for Kristen when she was finished, shaking his clasped hands above his head in a show of victory. “That’s why you’re papa’s favorite!” (He had a habit of praising his crew members by calling them his “favorite” – even though he’s called all of the members this, dozens of times throughout his time with them, so the sincerity of that statement is rather questionable.) “Just don’t tell the others!” He let out a hearty, good-natured chuckle. Edited by Maye, May 2, 2012, 9:43 pm.
Twisted	May 4, 2012, 8:54 pm Post #18
Devotee Posts: 2,657 Group: Members Member #241 Joined: October 25, 2009 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Country #221#	Concern surrounded Jun and he hated it. However, it was his job to be a helpful and productive team member, and if he were to allow himself to go untreated and have any less than obvious injuries, he would have to punish himself further. Reluctant to even respond or acknowledge those around him, even those who spoke to him, including Dom and Ana, Jun took note and 'replied' with a nod to Ana before she left. He then turned to Dom and gave a bit of a sigh. "She's not doing to well, I don't think. Some fire damage I believe; Ana had to rip off the hatch to get me out, so there's that too." He paused, thinking of what else had went wrong. "Oh, and the CO2 canister on the outside got damaged and didn't respond, so I'm thinking that might need replaced and relocated." He finished, his voice drenched with self loathing. "Thanks, Dom, I know you can handle Mercy's damage; and I promise, it won't be happening again anytime soon, if I can help it." He he finished, forcing himself to give a halfhearted chuckle. "I'll go get the all clear and if anyone needs me, I'll be in my bunk sleeping this off." He added, before turning and making his way towards the 'sick bay.' It was a walk of shame down the corridor leading top the room; thankfully he didn't pass anyone on his way there. As he entered the room, he looked about it, locating Justin sitting in a chair in the corner, seemingly impatient for Jun's arrival. Jun made his way over to the bed, then took a seat on it, looking rather annoyed with the whole process. "I don't feel there's anything wrong." he mumbled, looking up for a moment to speak to he young man. "I got my oxygen mask on before I inhaled too much smoke. Only thing that really hurts are my eyes." He finished. It was true, out of the mess, the only 'damage' to come out of it --other than his poor mech-- was his eyes; they were inflamed and bloodshot almost as if he'd been sprayed with mace. Jun never liked to admit that there was ever anything wrong. It made him feel weak and that was something he truly hated. Failure, defeat, and helplessness. Things that got under Jun's skin more than anything, things he could barely tolerate. "Let's get this over with, Justin, please. I'd like to go get some rest." He spoke again, looking up once more, this time tiredness seemed to be the feeling his face expressed the most. Though he intended to put himself through rigorous training to rectify his mistake, it would wait until he'd rested first. The entire ordeal had drained him both mentally and physically; he wanted to sleep more than anything at the moment, not be prodded at and felt sorry for by others. Jun wanted to be alone in his bunk, sleeping and nothing else.
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Comrade	May 6, 2012, 11:23 pm Post #19
Addict Posts: 2,431 Group: Members Member #1,051 Joined: August 11, 2011 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Beginner Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype saavtomobilokhelmdzghvaneli Country #155#	When it came to wiping out the last remnants of the pirates, it more or less fell immediately to Kristen. Which Ana was more than infrequently trepidatious about. One couldn't be certain if she was going to decide 'fuck it all' and just start pressing every gun-linked button within arm's reach to rain random hell down on the designated area, or if she was going to go about it with an uncharacteristic precision and accuracy that she did, in fact, display from time to time. Needless to say, Ana infinitely preferred the latter, but when the sound of Kristen giggling emerged from the team-wide comm system, it was more than indication that it was about time Ana stayed, oh, one or two hundred kilometres away from Kristen's mech. That was Kristen's 'hey, let's try something I've never done before' giggle, and Ana remembered only all too well what had happened the last time she'd heard that giggle...it had taken far too long to get those unholy stains off the Sabre for Ana to risk whatever Kristen had planned this time. And yet when the team explosives expert unveiled her nefarious idea, it was...not the same. Even Ana, by now having made the wise choice to pull out into the sidelines and busy herself with checking up on Alvira because she was a helpless worrywart, gave momentary pause to watch the scene unfold. Swarms of missiles catapulted at the enemy mechs, blasting them to smithereens one by one--explosions in the sky as those pirate mechs capable of extended flight took to the air seeking a potential advantage there that was not to be found. And Kristen underscored the glorious massacre with a joyous shout. "WOOHOO." Her voice echoed through Ana's cockpit thunderously. Discreetly, the South American pilot lowered the volume of transmissions coming in from Kristen's mech--something, she noted, she probably should have done a long time ago. "We did it!" Kristen cheered on--her voice refreshingly less strident. "Now we just gotta collect the mean head guy and we get to go home!" Home being, of course, the ship. Which had no name beyond 'the ship'. Call it lack of creativity on the part of those who laid claim to the vessel, but they'd only ever called it the ship, and eventually that was the name that caught on. "Are we going to raid his mech for scrap, or are we just gonna rip him out of there?" Kristen was quick to inquire. "The salvage is always useful," Ana mused. "But we don't want to hang around too long lest our display here has attracted less savoury types with a mind for salvaging the remains themselves." She looked at Alvira (well, turned her mech towards Alvira, so that it was evident that she was looking to him). "It's really your call, Alvira. Though, would you help me retrieve Jun's mech?" Which left Kristen to grab Argus, though Ana did not want to blatantly state that lest it come off as an order. Sometimes in the heat of battle she forgot herself and inadvertently began to...well, she hoped it came off less as issuing orders and more as suggesting courses of action, but Ana felt that Kristen or any of the others might have resented her for this, so she tried not to go about it when she wasn't focused on the battle to do so. [[FEAR THE SHORT POST]] Edited by Comrade, May 8, 2012, 2:14 am.
	Do I contradict myself? Very well then-- I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes. But I don't have to know an answer. I don't feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious universe without having any purpose. It doesn't frighten me.
Dream	May 8, 2012, 11:05 pm Post #20
Mew? Posts: 3,775 Group: Administrator Member #329 Joined: November 27, 2009 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Favorite RP Genre 1 x 1 RPs Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype Loveless_Dream Country #0#	Justin looked up at the sound of his name. Looked like Jun was at least well enough to walk, which was always a good sign. In his most humble experience, it was the ones who couldn't walk to the medic that were in need of the most help. He could also understand the man's want to go back to his own bunk and rest, but that would come second. Justin had no desire to keep Jun there longer than necessary, but that was going to come only by looking over the damage done. "Come on in. I'll try to be quick." he assured as he stood. Justin then looked at him seriously. "Alright. Well, your eyes do look like shit." the young prince tended to be fairly blunt when dealing with situations like such. He wasn't about to say something didn't look bad when it did. "So I'm going to have to take a look at them." he pulled out a small flashlight, with a fairly bright white light. "Follow the light." He then moved it slowly in front of the man's eyes, watching his reactions for anything troubling. After that, he gave the other a quick look over, not really worried about anything else. He listened to his breathing, which seemed perfectly normal, and nodded. "Well, looks as though your eyes took the only real damage. I'm going to give you some eye drops, which you should use once a day until your eyes completely clear up. And if anything else starts hurting, or feels different than usual, I want you to come to me right away." he stated. He then turned to his supplies, fishing around until he found the eye drops. He handed the bottle to the man, and smiled. "I gather you can take care of putting these in yourself." he joked. "And with that, you're free to go." he said. Short and sweet, just like Jun wanted. Edited by Dream, May 8, 2012, 11:48 pm.
Maye	May 17, 2012, 8:26 pm Post #21
Member Posts: 205 Group: Members Member #1,208 Joined: March 25, 2012 Gender? Female What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Novice Favorite RP Genre Adventure What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? No	Alvira considered these options, for a moment. It never really sat well with him to reap the spoils of battle right from under the dead bodies of their fallen enemies, and had this sort of thing been proposed to him when he was younger, he probably would have been aghast at the disgusting prospect. It seemed, to him, as something akin to grave robbing, and in very bad form for heroes (which, although he felt that he lacked the capacity to fully become one, and was humble enough to acknowledge his own shortcomings, he always tried to aspire to be, and, deep down, hoped that his comrades would also try and reach that level of honor in their thoughts and actions). Nevertheless, now that he had been roughened up a bit by the exposure of “real life” as a mercenary, he realized that, sometimes, even the things that most people saw as deplorable were necessary to acquire lifesaving amenities when you had next to nothing. Even so, as much as he tried to justify his actions to himself, mentally, in his soul and conscience, he had no illusions about its sinister nature, and knew, deep down in his gut, that someone, someday, would have to pay the consequences. Alvira tried to do this salvaging in the most respectful way possible, without dishonoring the memory of those they had slain. In the end, after the act was done, and over with, he would take it upon himself to carry and suffer for the burden of that sin – and all the sins of carnage that he and his teammates were responsible for, on that day – so that his innocent comrades would not be punished for that crime against God (or whoever it was that assigned blame and innocence in the grand scheme of the Universe; Alvira wasn’t so arrogant to assume that he knew the truth of his creation) and humanity. Today, however, the burdens of his profession over the past few years were weighing too much on his conscience, all at once, and he felt that he lacked the state of mind and spirit to do any salvaging of any sort. All he wanted to do was check in on his teammates, leave on his ship, and be done for the day. He sighed, half apologeticly, half worn out. “Perhaps it would be best to just collect our target and finish the job, for today. It might be kind of dangerous to risk that kind of salvage, considering the importance of this particular guy…” Well, he hadn’t lied, exactly. All he said was believable enough. It was easier than the truth, anyway. “Now, Ana, let me help you with that suit.” Edited by Maye, May 17, 2012, 8:27 pm.
Twisted	May 18, 2012, 2:26 am Post #22
Devotee Posts: 2,657 Group: Members Member #241 Joined: October 25, 2009 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Country #221#	"Sure... Thanks." He said, standing up taking the small bottle of eye drops from Justin. Without another word, he walked out of the room and strode down the hall. It wasn't as if he would actually use the eye drops, but he'd at least give Justin the satisfaction of thinking he helped. As Jun reached his room, he made his way to the small restroom off the side of the room. Nothing fancy, a mirror, a toilet, a sink and a garbage can; which he immediately threw the eye drops into. The room wasn't big enough for a shower or tub, no, bathing was for the shower room, at least for Jun. He turned on the faucet and leaned over the sink, taking handfuls of water and splashing it into his eyes. Once he'd finished, he dried his face on a towel, then tossed it over the sink and made his way back into his room. It wasn't really late enough to go to sleep, if it were a normal day, however, it wasn't a normal day and Jun wanted some rest even if it was just a nap. That nap could turn into a 14 hour sleep however, who knew exactly how long one would sleep when they felt this terrible. He stripped off his piloting suit and lay down on the bed in his boxers. With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes and started to clear his mind in an attempt to fade off to sleep. It'd be awhile before he actually drifted off entirely, he never could fall asleep as soon as he hit the pillow, no matter how tired he was. So long as no one needed him, he'd eventually drift off and hopefully have a peaceful sleep until the next morning. ((Shitty post is short and shitty, but lets move along with the plot and all that jazz. My character needs a pep boost so he can be all awesome and shit, not like an emo bitch boy Asian screamo band frontman.))
	ßöößïêş /\/\ä|<ê /\/\ê √宥 ╞╡䶶¥ ( ☺ Y ☺ )▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▓ ▓▓▓░████████░▓▓▓ ▓▓░█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█░▓▓ ▓▓░░░██░░██░░░▓▓ ▓▓░░░▓▓░░▓▓░░░▓▓ ▓▓▓░░░░░░░░░░▓▓▓ ▓▓▓██░░▓▓░░██▓▓▓ ▓▓███░▓▓░███▓▓ ▓████████████▓ ████████████ ████████████ ████▓▓▓▓████ ▓▓▓▓▓██▓▓▓▓▓ ████▓▓▓▓████ ████████████ ▓▓▓░░░░▓▓▓ ▓▓▓░░░░▓▓▓ "If there's 'grass' on the field, play the game; if there isn't, go around back and play in the 'dirt.' " [wrap=left]http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff230/Dadashi_Hatake/lol.png[/wrap]"Hello trainers! Look at your Pokemon, now back to mine, now back at your Pokemon, now back to mine. Sadly, they aren’t mine, but if you stopped using lady scented rare candies to level them and switched to training them like a man, they could battle like they’re mine. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on the S.S. Anne, with the Pokemon your Pokemon could battle like. Look again! THE POKEMON ARE NOW SHINY! Anything is possible when you train your Pokemon like a man and not a lady. I’m on a Rapidash."
Comrade	May 18, 2012, 3:59 am Post #23
Addict Posts: 2,431 Group: Members Member #1,051 Joined: August 11, 2011 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Beginner Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Skype saavtomobilokhelmdzghvaneli Country #155#	Alvira hesitated in answering. Ana knew which option Kristen would have gleefully opted for, but typically Alvira's word was law on decisions like these. And Ana, having worked with him the past six years, had come to learn that Alvira was not a fan of salvaging and avoided it at any opportunity that he managed. And at last, a sigh emerged from his mech onto the team-wide channel, followed by weary words. "Perhaps it would be best to just collect our target and finish the job for today. It might be kind of dangerous to risk that kind of salvage, considering the importance of this particular guy…” Ana nodded. A gesture that, of course, could not be conveyed via the comm channel, so she reinforced it with a tersely stated "Understood", in a tone which she hoped would adequately communicate her...well, understanding. And that was the end to that. She did not say anything further to Alvira about it, or his hesitation, his qualms with something so essentially necessary to the mercenary way of life that Alvira's mindset seemed to run completely in contrast to. She'd never breached that subject with him, over why he'd become a mercenary when he seemed so averse to everything about the profession. She assumed he had his reasons just like she had her reasons, and quite probably, just like her, he had no desire to expound upon. And thus, in silence, the two Gearhounds trekked to the location of Jun's incapacitated mech. Most of the smoke belching from the cockpit had long since dissipated into the air, which was now gradually becoming colder, dryer, paler, as evening slowly began to sink in on Tersus. And together the mechs lifted the broken machine from the ground, a process that had to be slow and methodical to ensure no damage to the mechs involved. And with that, they returned to the ship, once again in silence. For Ana, this was not unusual, for disturbing silence was not a habit of hers; and Alvira, Ana could only guess, perhaps only wanted to get this mission over with so that they could return to the ship and be on their way to their next destination: Wuhai. It was in that sprawling megalopolis, greedily crawling across half the entire surface of the planet of Geneta, that they had taken on this contract, from a wealthy tradesman who'd received news that one of his valuable caravans had been attacked and overwhelmed by Nikol Argus. And he wanted him alive--well, now they had him alive. All they had now to do was lock him up, sail over to Wuhai, and get it over with. Maybe we'll be able to stay around in Wuhai for a while, Ana mused hopefully as she navigated the halls of the ship. The mission was over with, the mechs had been returned to their places in the hangar of the ship, and the ship was preparing to slowly lift off the surface of Tersus and exit the atmosphere--soon to be hurtling through space at drastically hyper-luminal speeds that would not be remotely felt by those contained within the insulated interior of the cruiser. Hopefully Alvira wouldn't be opposed to a brief stay in Wuhai. It was just about the only place in the galaxy--well, one of a very select few--where one could come upon a half-way decent bar anymore. That, and Ana needed to replenish her stock of cigarettes, which were in these times a veritable commodity that could really only be found in places like Wuhai...the expensive places, parts of the galaxy you'd be immensely lucky to find yourself in the slums of, compared to how the rest of the world was. It had been quite a while since Ana had had either smokes or drink (since they'd gone to Wuhai to confirm the contract, in fact) and she figured it was about time she get caught up on both. A gentle feeling of movement within the ship was all that indicated that the cruiser was now lifting into the air to exit Tersus at last, and Ana had reached her destination. The ship had no single 'living quarters' area; everyone's living space was scattered about the ship. Ana, for example, ever the practical one--or so she liked to think-- chose a room nearest to the mech hangar in the event that a sudden and unexpected attack necessitated a quick launch. But she was not in that part of the ship at this point. Instead, the door before which she now stood led into the room of Jun Seong. Lightly Ana tapped her knuckles against the metal surface of the door. "Jun? Mind if I come in?" Ana had discerned, at least to her own perception, which admittedly tended to be on the money in her experience, that for all his tendencies towards laconic nature and harsh self-criticism, the team sniper appreciated being approached and talked to at times like these--not about his actions, or his perceived 'failure', but simply the process of making a small bit of conversation heartened Jun. So Ana took it upon herself to prevent the sniper from beating himself up over such things too much--she figured that it was a quality far too ingrained in his persona to possibly be entirely negated no matter what anyone did, but if she could help by a marginal amount, well then, she would. Jun communicated his assent, and Ana quietly opened the door and glanced in. He was lying in bed, but didn't look at all like he was about to fall asleep. To her, he still looked rather troubled, and probably wouldn't be over it for much longer than even the stubbornly proud Ana Valencia could think to be. "Well, we brought him in," Ana stretched her arms out a bit as she tentatively entered the room. "Completely fried and looks like you could just as easily put him up for sale at a churrascaria, but nothin' in the contract said that don't count as 'alive'." She punctuated the end of the sentence with a smile tugging at her lips. --SUDDEN TIME SKIP BECAUSE NO ONE'S POSTING-- And there they were. Wuhai's Akunin District Spaceport. Ana strapped the holster of her pistol to her belt, and then rolled her head around her shoulders, cracking her neck a bit and feeling tension vanishing from her spine. The brief conversation with Jun had done some good, or at least Ana could hope as much, but now it was time to disembark from the ship and venture to a nearby bounty office with Nikol Argus in tow to collect the bounty they were now owed. Or at least, everyone who wanted to go with Alvira, as the team leader, would be taking him in. There wouldn't be much need for all of them to accompany Argus on his trip to the bounty office, so that left Jun, if he felt up to it, Dominick, if he was of any mind for it, Maleko, and the kid to 'explore' Wuhai, so to speak--Jun and Maleko and Dom had been here often enough, though whether or not Dom had ever actually left the hangar whenever they stopped in at Wuhai was up to question. As for Justin, Ana professed no knowledge of his travels prior to his arrival in their midst, nor did she exhibit any curiosity as to the matter, but to say Wuhai was a big city was the understatement of the ages. And, she'd have supposed, quite daunting for someone who claimed to originate from a little, insignificant city on some out of the way planet. As for herself, Ana was making a beeline for her favourite watering hole in Akunin. The ex-soldier emerged from her room and out into the exit area of the ship. Through the open hatch, she could see the hectic going-ons of the spaceport--all manner of people from off-duty soldiers and on duty patrols to businesspeople and merchants--probably a couple of smugglers discreetly going about their business in the spaceport, too. Nothing atypical for a Wuhai spaceport. Much like the rest of the city--dense, populous, and with shady undertones constantly present in the day to day going-ons of the spaceport. She looked to Alvira. "Argus?" ((Hooray for finally finishing posts at five in the morning.)) Edited by Comrade, June 10, 2012, 11:52 pm.
	Do I contradict myself? Very well then-- I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes. But I don't have to know an answer. I don't feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in the mysterious universe without having any purpose. It doesn't frighten me.
Twisted	May 30, 2012, 5:57 am Post #24
Devotee Posts: 2,657 Group: Members Member #241 Joined: October 25, 2009 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Intermediate Country #221#	After a nice chat with Ana and a good long rest, Jun had awoken to the news of their arrival on Wuhai. He'd been there before, on several occasions, but he'd never been one to explore places like this; especially not today. Jun had something on his mind, something he needed to check in on. Having gotten ready for the day, Jun made his way to the hanger to check up on Dominick and Mercy. When he arrived at the hanger, there was no sign of Dominick, there was however the whirr of some machinery out of sight, "Probably some diagnostics machine running on Mercy." Jun thought. "Dominick, you here!?" Jun shouted, attempting to get his voice to carry over the noisy machinery. "Just came to check in on Mercy and see how things were going with the repairs!" He looked around the large room, waiting to see if anything stirred from the motionless of the surroundings. ((Sorry for the shortness, tired, lack of creativity, etc, but at least it'll get something up.))
	ßöößïêş /\/\ä|<ê /\/\ê √宥 ╞╡䶶¥ ( ☺ Y ☺ )▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▓ ▓▓▓░████████░▓▓▓ ▓▓░█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█░▓▓ ▓▓░░░██░░██░░░▓▓ ▓▓░░░▓▓░░▓▓░░░▓▓ ▓▓▓░░░░░░░░░░▓▓▓ ▓▓▓██░░▓▓░░██▓▓▓ ▓▓███░▓▓░███▓▓ ▓████████████▓ ████████████ ████████████ ████▓▓▓▓████ ▓▓▓▓▓██▓▓▓▓▓ ████▓▓▓▓████ ████████████ ▓▓▓░░░░▓▓▓ ▓▓▓░░░░▓▓▓ "If there's 'grass' on the field, play the game; if there isn't, go around back and play in the 'dirt.' " [wrap=left]http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff230/Dadashi_Hatake/lol.png[/wrap]"Hello trainers! Look at your Pokemon, now back to mine, now back at your Pokemon, now back to mine. Sadly, they aren’t mine, but if you stopped using lady scented rare candies to level them and switched to training them like a man, they could battle like they’re mine. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on the S.S. Anne, with the Pokemon your Pokemon could battle like. Look again! THE POKEMON ARE NOW SHINY! Anything is possible when you train your Pokemon like a man and not a lady. I’m on a Rapidash."
Kirakushi	May 31, 2012, 2:21 am Post #25
The Evil GM Posts: 1,109 Group: Members Member #413 Joined: January 13, 2010 What Roleplaying Skill Level do you consider yourself? Advanced What browser are you using? Chrome Have you ever GM'd / DM'd? Yes Gender? Male Favorite RP Genre RPs played like a story. Country #226#	Waiting patiently as an ambush predator, Dom sat with his back against the wall on the right side of Mercy's dock. There wasn't much to be done until the mech got here and he could size up the damages and decide what course of action was to be done about repairing it, or if repair was even an option. Full replacement was expensive and made the team very unhappy. The team was crack enough to avoid the major mishaps that were costly and punched them in their reward money but they did happened and the mechanic always took it in stride as 'job security'. Sure enough, Al and Ana came rolling in with Mercy between them and the stoic mechanic could finally get to work. "Mnph, talk about a bang up job." Shaking his head at the damage to the mech from the fall it seemed like he had his work really cut out for him this time, no wonder Jun was so beat up about this incident; pun likely intended. Once Al and Ana docked the damaged mech, Dom's eyes started looking her over right away and already knew that he would be replacing the bay for the cockpit and all the intricate things that went on it. "Shit." It wasn't exactly hard work but it was tedious and time consuming. Running his left hand, the more 'fleshed out' cybernetic appendage, over his bald head the mechanic closed the bay of the dock around mercy and directed the platform to where he could have access to the wrecked cockpit. "Mnph." Behind the dark goggles, the man's eyes flickered over the damage calmly, evaluating the most effective way to set about the work. "Bottoms up then." Jargon for working from the floor and the wires below them to the top, practically a full strip out. Without hesitation, Dom hopped into the fumigated cockpit his mechanical hands at work as he undid the bolts as though he were using a wrench. Out came the chair first, set to the side to be evaluated afterwards, then came the full floorboard just a moment later once he'd gotten his right arm down to where he could reach the locking bolts for it. Sure enough, everything was fried. The wires were toast where the fire got to them and would need replacement, but that was to be expected once Jun even mentioned fire in the cockpit. "Mmhm." Shaking his head slightly, the man continued his expedient work almost like clockwork, he had all of the panels of the cockpit off and outside lined up in order of where he'd gotten them, all of the screens set aside in a neat pile, toasted or not they did have salvageable parts. Now he stood in the hollow of Mercy, staring at the vents that should have sprayed the extinguishing mixture in. Not a drop of foam to be seen. "External error then." Shaking his head, the man go to the tedious work of removing wires and marking the ports. --- By the time they were in Wuhai, Dom had pulled all of the wires out of Mercy's cockpit area and had it scrubbed down from top to bottom and back again, the blackened metal shining brilliantly once again. The fire was caused by a mixture of a short circuit and water that had managed to slip into the Mech's armor. That being said, between the short and the fact that Mercy landed on her back the valve that was supposed to open and allow the foam to hit the cockpit had jammed shut. Now he just had to get the parts he needed. Stepping out of the stripped cockpit the stoic mechanic heard Jun coming to check on the progress. "Cockpit is shot, need to rewire it." The whirring that the korean mechanic heard was the bald man's right arm adjusting and settling back so he had use of his hand again in the normal sense. Flexing the cybernetic appendage a couple times to be sure all the built in tools were in place and not sitting wrong, he turned his stone face to Jun as though nothing were wrong and the parts to the cockpit weren't out on the platform. Picking up the bundle of scorched and melted wires, he shook his head. "The tank didn't put out the fire because the valve got jammed from the fall, there's a dent in the pipe. Gonna set up internal packs with manual triggers so this won't happen again." Rubbing his hands together he planned out the positions in his head and the set up behind the panels with vents to let the mixture into the space around the pilot. "It's going to be a small penny to replace the fried wires and the foam packs to replace the tank. That will lighten Mercy up by a few ounces." Rubbing his left hand along his head and turning to look at Jun. "You know what I need, hop on it; I'm going to inspect the other machines." The mechanic didn't actually leave the hangar if he had work to do, he often sent the owners of the wrecked machine to get the parts needed. Reaching down he picked up the neatly laid wires and handed them to Jun in a bundle so he knew just what to look for.
	The Group I never knew that I could depend, that I could have some friends down to the very end. The sky's the limit, and we ain't finished, and if my homiez gonna ride then you know I'm with it. March 1, 2012, 6:50 pm Blue Miller: And Elise, remember; we're naught but harmless nutjobs. Minus Kira. He will actually attempt to cut off your face. Current RP(s): Soul Eater: BtSV (OOC) Status: Accepting/ IC Status: Active; Kindled Spirits 1x1
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