RPG
Introduction
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Earth military defense received transmissions such as these from key points around the globe. At first Earth’s defenses were either shocked by sudden battle or sitting on their hands, wondering what in the world was going on. But it soon became clear to all what was happening as an invasion of life forms never before encountered pierced through Earth’s defenses and landed, devastating an entire city before Earth regrouped and drove them out. After that, the life forms mysteriously pulled out without further struggle, drawing out into neutral space and hording together to form what looked like a mothership. No attempts to get close have been made by Earth or other Empires around the star system, similar reports of attacks have been reported by the other Empires however, and now hasty meetings have been made.
That was four months ago
Aw shit we're screwed, all of us.
The year is 5054...
and humans have taken to the stars after intensive clean up of their atmosphere, and better care of their planet. The different races met on expeditions have shown them alternate forms of energy and shared their culture. Today Earth acts as a medium between other Planets, or better known as Empires, and holds an assortment of different races, as a sort of melting pot of a planet, much like the late Americas had been. Earth is also home to the best military schools, and although rarely does earth itself fight, the Empires send their brightest to learn there.
At the beginning of the roleplay, your character is a young individual attending one of the best schools for Mecha Fighters. Mecha Fighters are revered and respected throughout the system, and are essential and powerful in each army. Most of the kids there are either the brightest, or have influential parents. But the young adults will be forced to grow up fast when their planet is attacked yet again, and most of Earth’s Mecha Fighters are killed. The first attack that the Parasites (the name given to the new invading life forms) made was only to test boundaries and strength, now they attack without mercy, blockading each Empire from each other and preventing the Empires from further collaborating and teaming up. As you may imagine, this is problematic. The school your character attends will be attacked while you are out on an exercise with your Mecha Fighter Unit (MFU for short), on the exercise you will be busy helping out a rogue mechanic stop a squad of Parasites from demolishing the city, but will return to find your school and dorms devastated. You will find that one Carrier ship is still operational, will you hide in there? Or will you use it to launch a mission that will make young students into legends?
Empires-
Xial Empire [Their life forms are regal and intelligent, graceful, and poised. They are quick witted and are the reason that Earth has a new form of energy batteries to use for their MFU’s. This Empire is famous for its scientists and good looks. Their appearance is similar to what an elf might look like.]
Balthor Empire [Warriors in every right, their planet is desert-like in one area and densely tropical in another. Their people are tall and muscled. In all Honesty they too share good looks with the Xial, comparable with their dark skin and intense eyes. They are quite durable and posses the ears of an animal or a horn, it is not uncommon to see one with a tail too.]
Humans, Earth [Average in their range of looks, they are flexible in their interests and easy to integrate with in terms of species. What you will get from a human is so varied that description of the race is vague, other than the fact that they tend to be short and soft in comparison to other races.]
Parasites [They seem to be a mix of biological and mechanical; they latch onto metal and eat away at it. They are like nano-bots in their nature of being able to combine to form a mass entity at any given time and create a combatant shape. They seem to survive by feeding off of other races and their resources. They number in hordes, and so far they have only shown themselves as a purple color. Other colored Parasites such a blue or Yellow seem to hang back from a skirmish. Perhaps they are the command?]
I do need one character whose name you can choose, but he will be the person who the students meet on patrol and help. He is as young as they are but not as privaleged. He works as a mechanic on mechs and transportation. He has invented a technology called sonic beams that will prove useful in the rp. Sonic beams use sound waves that are very high that are supposed to jam transmissions, but prove to be deadly to the Parasites. Though they will eventually grow stronger against it, it is still a powerful weapon against them. He will be the most powerful in terms of packing a punch, not necessarily skill in flight though.- The guy
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Name
Mecha Fight Unit Level {leave this blank, I will assign it to you; room for improvement is always welcome. Please don’t argue when I assign you your rank.}
Age
Height
Race
Position in Life {why are at the school because you’re brilliant? Or because of your parents, both, rich, poor, etc..}
Reputation {personality and what others perceive about you in school, have you made a name for yourself already?}
In the equipment
Mecha Fighting Unit Appearance {url of mecha}
Type {close range or long range? Long range pack more punch, close range are faster or stronger}
Weapons {what can your MFU do?}[/size]
Crimson Metal
Transmission{3:30 a.m.}-”SSSSSSSSHHHHZZZzzzz, Sir! -zzzzzsssshhhhh- Heavily armed! They number in HORDES, and!”- End Transmission-
Earth military defense received transmissions such as these from key points around the globe. At first Earth’s defenses were either shocked by sudden battle or sitting on their hands, wondering what in the world was going on. But it soon became clear to all what was happening as an invasion of life forms never before encountered pierced through Earth’s defenses and landed, devastating an entire city before Earth regrouped and drove them out. After that, the life forms mysteriously pulled out without further struggle, drawing out into neutral space and hording together to form what looked like a mothership. No attempts to get close have been made by Earth or other Empires around the star system, similar reports of attacks have been reported by the other Empires however, and now hasty meetings have been made.
That was four months ago
Aw shit we're screwed, all of us.
The year is 5054...
and humans have taken to the stars after intensive clean up of their atmosphere, and better care of their planet. The different races met on expeditions have shown them alternate forms of energy and shared their culture. Today Earth acts as a medium between other Planets, or better known as Empires, and holds an assortment of different races, as a sort of melting pot of a planet, much like the late Americas had been. Earth is also home to the best military schools, and although rarely does earth itself fight, the Empires send their brightest to learn there.
At the beginning of the roleplay, your character is a young individual attending one of the best schools for Mecha Fighters. Mecha Fighters are revered and respected throughout the system, and are essential and powerful in each army. Most of the kids there are either the brightest, or have influential parents. But the young adults will be forced to grow up fast when their planet is attacked yet again, and most of Earth’s Mecha Fighters are killed. The first attack that the Parasites (the name given to the new invading life forms) made was only to test boundaries and strength, now they attack without mercy, blockading each Empire from each other and preventing the Empires from further collaborating and teaming up. As you may imagine, this is problematic. The school your character attends will be attacked while you are out on an exercise with your Mecha Fighter Unit (MFU for short), on the exercise you will be busy helping out a rogue mechanic stop a squad of Parasites from demolishing the city, but will return to find your school and dorms devastated. You will find that one Carrier ship is still operational, will you hide in there? Or will you use it to launch a mission that will make young students into legends?
Empires-
Xial Empire [Their life forms are regal and intelligent, graceful, and poised. They are quick witted and are the reason that Earth has a new form of energy batteries to use for their MFU’s. This Empire is famous for its scientists and good looks. Their appearance is similar to what an elf might look like.]
Balthor Empire [Warriors in every right, their planet is desert-like in one area and densely tropical in another. Their people are tall and muscled. In all Honesty they too share good looks with the Xial, comparable with their dark skin and intense eyes. They are quite durable and posses the ears of an animal or a horn, it is not uncommon to see one with a tail too.]
Humans, Earth [Average in their range of looks, they are flexible in their interests and easy to integrate with in terms of species. What you will get from a human is so varied that description of the race is vague, other than the fact that they tend to be short and soft in comparison to other races.]
Parasites [They seem to be a mix of biological and mechanical; they latch onto metal and eat away at it. They are like nano-bots in their nature of being able to combine to form a mass entity at any given time and create a combatant shape. They seem to survive by feeding off of other races and their resources. They number in hordes, and so far they have only shown themselves as a purple color. Other colored Parasites such a blue or Yellow seem to hang back from a skirmish. Perhaps they are the command?]
I do need one character whose name you can choose, but he will be the person who the students meet on patrol and help. He is as young as they are but not as privaleged. He works as a mechanic on mechs and transportation. He has invented a technology called sonic beams that will prove useful in the rp. Sonic beams use sound waves that are very high that are supposed to jam transmissions, but prove to be deadly to the Parasites. Though they will eventually grow stronger against it, it is still a powerful weapon against them. He will be the most powerful in terms of packing a punch, not necessarily skill in flight though.- The guy
Sign Up-
In the description area
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Name
Mecha Fight Unit Level {leave this blank, I will assign it to you; room for improvement is always welcome. Please don’t argue when I assign you your rank.}
Age
Height
Race
Position in Life {why are at the school because you’re brilliant? Or because of your parents, both, rich, poor, etc..}
Reputation {personality and what others perceive about you in school, have you made a name for yourself already?}
In the equipment
Mecha Fighting Unit Appearance {url of mecha}
Type {close range or long range? Long range pack more punch, close range are faster or stronger}
Weapons {what can your MFU do?}[/size]
Rules
Da Rules include...
-I do this roleplay, LIKE A BOSS, tell me so in the ooc if you read the rules, this will help with me accepting your character capiche?
-Chitty chitty bang bang, yah get it?
-250 words minimum per post, I won't be lenient on this because I believe that to be completely reasonable.
-Communicate effectively, I like to hear from you, and posting in the ooc, no matter how silly it may get, lets me know everything is ok. If you are starting to get bored or lost, drop me a pm or say so in the ooc, it's there for a reason so use it<3
-Be mature about this, there is no absolute rights and wrongs, and balanced characters with unique traits and well thought-out plans make for a good roleplay. I allow cussing by the way, and extreme violence, if you can't handle that then this roleplay ain't for you honey.
-Information of the planets and races are in an ooc tab thing located under the ooc tab…yeah that was as awkward for me to type as it was for you to read.
-I feel like I need to fill up more space, but I don't do I?
-I do this roleplay, LIKE A BOSS, tell me so in the ooc if you read the rules, this will help with me accepting your character capiche?
-Chitty chitty bang bang, yah get it?
-250 words minimum per post, I won't be lenient on this because I believe that to be completely reasonable.
-Communicate effectively, I like to hear from you, and posting in the ooc, no matter how silly it may get, lets me know everything is ok. If you are starting to get bored or lost, drop me a pm or say so in the ooc, it's there for a reason so use it<3
-Be mature about this, there is no absolute rights and wrongs, and balanced characters with unique traits and well thought-out plans make for a good roleplay. I allow cussing by the way, and extreme violence, if you can't handle that then this roleplay ain't for you honey.
-Information of the planets and races are in an ooc tab thing located under the ooc tab…yeah that was as awkward for me to type as it was for you to read.
-I feel like I need to fill up more space, but I don't do I?
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OOC Notes
“Alright class the affiliation to ‘butt’ in this picture with a plus sign juxtaposing a smiley face, divided by an equal sing and a well drawn masterpiece of Mrs. Haggard’s face, obviously comes to a correlation of ‘butt’ and ‘face’; ending with Mrs. Haggard. What can this mean you ask? Simple! Mrs. Haggard is a butt-face, and we should get our old teacher back.”
“Miss Sprucey…”
“Oh please, just call me Pepper!”
“Get the hell out of my classroom…” And the bell rang.
“I’d be happy too! You should get the hell out of Mr. Stanton’s classroom while you’re at it!” A boisterous red-head jumped off of the desk she was standing on and grabbed her pack, off to head to patrol duty before Mrs. Haggard could call the office and get her banned from MFU patrol for a good month. A huge smile was on her face as she literally ran to the Mech hanger. Every student had an opportunity to be on patrol, it varied with your rank and when your last patrol was etc. but everyone got a go at it. Basically you formally flew around the city parameters a couple of times to make sure nothing funny was going on, nothing funny was ever going on, but it was good practice none the less.
As for what in the world was going on in the classroom, the teacher stepped out to go to the restroom, leaving the class with bookwork for the fifth time that week; rather than actually interacting with the class and teaching them something. Mrs. Haggard was the substitute for Mr. Stanton, a highly qualified teacher who was laid off. Pepper felt that it had to do with her quite a bit, since he was laid off for not being able to control the students well, and Pepper was certainly the instigator of many occurrences in that respect. As a result she felt guilty, and was now trying to single-handedly make this teacher beg to be fired, and so when she came back from her bathroom break, Pepper made sure there was an opinionated drawing on the board. To others it would not have appeared well drawn at all, but it got the point across, and when the teacher demanded she explain to the class what in the world the drawing was, well! That was icing on the cake!
Pepper took a deep breath and stretched as though she had been cramped all day. “Ahhhh! I love this place, and boy Arch Angel you are goooood lookin’ to-day! Let’s see, who is on patrol with us this evening?” Pepper looked around to check the Mecha Fighter Units that were in the docking hanger, the ones not being used stayed in storage. It appeared that She knew some and others she didn’t, “Hot dog Jump AND Dynamite are rollin’ with me! Wonder who the others are?” Pepper shrugged and walked over to the provision pack area. Each person going on patrol needed a pack, it held emergency vittles, a med kit, and tools to be used to repair basics. It was more of a precaution than anything, even though the packs were never used.
For this individual who was short and had a non-threatening appearance, she was quite the ginger at heart. And even though she was currently failing the elective class that she had just outspoken herself in, she still had patrol this round! And if there was one thing that kept her in the school, it was her flying ability, which would be proven in moments to come, and put to the test in moments to come sooner. The short human looked up, eyes twinkling as the next person to arrive at the docking hanger came through the doors.
“Miss Sprucey…”
“Oh please, just call me Pepper!”
“Get the hell out of my classroom…” And the bell rang.
“I’d be happy too! You should get the hell out of Mr. Stanton’s classroom while you’re at it!” A boisterous red-head jumped off of the desk she was standing on and grabbed her pack, off to head to patrol duty before Mrs. Haggard could call the office and get her banned from MFU patrol for a good month. A huge smile was on her face as she literally ran to the Mech hanger. Every student had an opportunity to be on patrol, it varied with your rank and when your last patrol was etc. but everyone got a go at it. Basically you formally flew around the city parameters a couple of times to make sure nothing funny was going on, nothing funny was ever going on, but it was good practice none the less.
As for what in the world was going on in the classroom, the teacher stepped out to go to the restroom, leaving the class with bookwork for the fifth time that week; rather than actually interacting with the class and teaching them something. Mrs. Haggard was the substitute for Mr. Stanton, a highly qualified teacher who was laid off. Pepper felt that it had to do with her quite a bit, since he was laid off for not being able to control the students well, and Pepper was certainly the instigator of many occurrences in that respect. As a result she felt guilty, and was now trying to single-handedly make this teacher beg to be fired, and so when she came back from her bathroom break, Pepper made sure there was an opinionated drawing on the board. To others it would not have appeared well drawn at all, but it got the point across, and when the teacher demanded she explain to the class what in the world the drawing was, well! That was icing on the cake!
Pepper took a deep breath and stretched as though she had been cramped all day. “Ahhhh! I love this place, and boy Arch Angel you are goooood lookin’ to-day! Let’s see, who is on patrol with us this evening?” Pepper looked around to check the Mecha Fighter Units that were in the docking hanger, the ones not being used stayed in storage. It appeared that She knew some and others she didn’t, “Hot dog Jump AND Dynamite are rollin’ with me! Wonder who the others are?” Pepper shrugged and walked over to the provision pack area. Each person going on patrol needed a pack, it held emergency vittles, a med kit, and tools to be used to repair basics. It was more of a precaution than anything, even though the packs were never used.
For this individual who was short and had a non-threatening appearance, she was quite the ginger at heart. And even though she was currently failing the elective class that she had just outspoken herself in, she still had patrol this round! And if there was one thing that kept her in the school, it was her flying ability, which would be proven in moments to come, and put to the test in moments to come sooner. The short human looked up, eyes twinkling as the next person to arrive at the docking hanger came through the doors.
OOC Notes
"Initializing simulation 4, 1, Delta, 5, Alpha, Texas, Omega," Howler howled to life, causing great echoing within the hanger. Its feet and legs, normally withdrawn into itself, were still out in the open, waiting to be called back into the mecha. Fingers flew across the controls within Howler, as a young man named Iintaer concentrated on checking the system for errors, or what people would call "bugs". "Energy intake... green," he said aloud to a woman who stood near a computer just outside his hatch, "Shields... 100%. Forward thrusters... green. Reverse and side thrusters... green. Cannon is go, drones are go, scythe..... yellow." Frowning slightly, he pulled out a lap sized keyboard and plugged it into an outlet near his right leg. A screen instantly appeared on the monitor in front of him, and was soon filled with letters and binary codes.
"Running full diagnostic scan," he said aloud, and within moments, he found the problem. "Energy intake is at 43%. Initializing solar recharge... now." The doors in front of his mecha began to open, bringing forth the outside air and sunlight. "Three hours until sun down. Commencing solar energy absorption," there was a drawn out sound of someone typing quickly on a keyboard, "now." A soft beep, barely audible over Howler's engines, sounded from the monitor, as it's arms shot out and began to transform themselves to better absorb the energy from the sun. "Scythe energy estimated at two hours and thirty-nine minutes until full recharge," he shouted to the woman near him. She nodded once, then gave him a thumbs up, and watched as he climbed out of the cockpit.
"You did well, Iintaer," she said with a soft smile. "Siina please," he rolled his eyes at her, "Spare me your boring speeches and congratulatory words. I have a patrol tonight with the other two species, and I'd rather just go at it alone." Siina sighed softly, then scratched her ear, an indicator towards her nervousness. "Besides, we do have that dinner tomorrow with whats-his-name?" Shrugging his shoulders, he failed to see her glare, but heard her reply, "My boyfriend."
"Yeah, him," Iintaer turned to look down at the people below, but didn't enjoy seeing them. Until, that is, his eyes fell on the red headed girl named Pepper Sprucey. He watched her closely, his eyes followed her where ever she went, until a hand slapped him the backside of his head. "Iintaer, she's human," Siina growled, "Our species don't mix that well with them." His eyes flared at her, and his black, feathery, wings shot out from under his shirt, tearing identical holes in the back. "Listen to me, and listen well, Siina," his voice rose in anger, "I can, and will, do as I please while I am here. Father may have instructed you to keep an eye on me, but that sure as hell doesn't mean that you can control my every thought and action." He watched as she backed away from him, her eyes began to tear up, and her body began to shake slightly with fear.
Sensing other eyes upon him, he whirled around into their direction and screamed, "What? What are you staring at humans?" His glare followed them as they turned around to return to their work, or shuffle away as quickly as possible. When your the son of a great warrior, and a military genius, people tend to flee from you, instead of standing their ground. They fear me, he thought to himself, Good. A small smile crept into his eyes, which caused Siina's own eyes to widen as she realized that his wings were out in the open. "Ii-Iintaer," she whispered shakily, "Your wings are out again."
Staring hard at her for a brief moment more, Iintaer turned to look over his right shoulder. "SHIT!" He shouted, and ducked back inside the cockpit. A moment later, he came back out with his dark coat, which was draped over his shoulders, covering the wings from sight. "I'm going down to introduce myself, understand?" When he saw her nod, he leapt over her, then sprinted towards the elevator nearest him. Pushing past several mechanics, who all swore at him, he managed to reach the elevator before it's gate had shut. "Just in time," he whispered with a slight smile upon his lips. As it dropped slowly to the ground, he could hear a couple of engineers behind him discuss their work. Paying them no mind, he waited another few moments until the elevator stopped on the only other floor, the ground floor. Pushing open the cage door, he scanned the area until he found his target, the red haired girl. Walking briskly, he passed by several men who called out to him in a joking way, of which, he flipped them the bird. This had caused them to laugh loudly, then someone shouted for them to return to work.
Walking up behind her, Iintaer tapped her shoulder and said, "We have not been introduced yet. I am Iintaer, your new companion for the patrol. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Running full diagnostic scan," he said aloud, and within moments, he found the problem. "Energy intake is at 43%. Initializing solar recharge... now." The doors in front of his mecha began to open, bringing forth the outside air and sunlight. "Three hours until sun down. Commencing solar energy absorption," there was a drawn out sound of someone typing quickly on a keyboard, "now." A soft beep, barely audible over Howler's engines, sounded from the monitor, as it's arms shot out and began to transform themselves to better absorb the energy from the sun. "Scythe energy estimated at two hours and thirty-nine minutes until full recharge," he shouted to the woman near him. She nodded once, then gave him a thumbs up, and watched as he climbed out of the cockpit.
"You did well, Iintaer," she said with a soft smile. "Siina please," he rolled his eyes at her, "Spare me your boring speeches and congratulatory words. I have a patrol tonight with the other two species, and I'd rather just go at it alone." Siina sighed softly, then scratched her ear, an indicator towards her nervousness. "Besides, we do have that dinner tomorrow with whats-his-name?" Shrugging his shoulders, he failed to see her glare, but heard her reply, "My boyfriend."
"Yeah, him," Iintaer turned to look down at the people below, but didn't enjoy seeing them. Until, that is, his eyes fell on the red headed girl named Pepper Sprucey. He watched her closely, his eyes followed her where ever she went, until a hand slapped him the backside of his head. "Iintaer, she's human," Siina growled, "Our species don't mix that well with them." His eyes flared at her, and his black, feathery, wings shot out from under his shirt, tearing identical holes in the back. "Listen to me, and listen well, Siina," his voice rose in anger, "I can, and will, do as I please while I am here. Father may have instructed you to keep an eye on me, but that sure as hell doesn't mean that you can control my every thought and action." He watched as she backed away from him, her eyes began to tear up, and her body began to shake slightly with fear.
Sensing other eyes upon him, he whirled around into their direction and screamed, "What? What are you staring at humans?" His glare followed them as they turned around to return to their work, or shuffle away as quickly as possible. When your the son of a great warrior, and a military genius, people tend to flee from you, instead of standing their ground. They fear me, he thought to himself, Good. A small smile crept into his eyes, which caused Siina's own eyes to widen as she realized that his wings were out in the open. "Ii-Iintaer," she whispered shakily, "Your wings are out again."
Staring hard at her for a brief moment more, Iintaer turned to look over his right shoulder. "SHIT!" He shouted, and ducked back inside the cockpit. A moment later, he came back out with his dark coat, which was draped over his shoulders, covering the wings from sight. "I'm going down to introduce myself, understand?" When he saw her nod, he leapt over her, then sprinted towards the elevator nearest him. Pushing past several mechanics, who all swore at him, he managed to reach the elevator before it's gate had shut. "Just in time," he whispered with a slight smile upon his lips. As it dropped slowly to the ground, he could hear a couple of engineers behind him discuss their work. Paying them no mind, he waited another few moments until the elevator stopped on the only other floor, the ground floor. Pushing open the cage door, he scanned the area until he found his target, the red haired girl. Walking briskly, he passed by several men who called out to him in a joking way, of which, he flipped them the bird. This had caused them to laugh loudly, then someone shouted for them to return to work.
Walking up behind her, Iintaer tapped her shoulder and said, "We have not been introduced yet. I am Iintaer, your new companion for the patrol. It is a pleasure to meet you."
OOC Notes
"So you'll come over right?"
Decay smiled at her, and cocked his head to the side."Of course cutie pie." He reached over and twirled a piece of her hair. It was black and silky, he liked the feel of it. He could see the blush on her face and her blue eyes look towards the floor
"Alright, good luck on patrol today."
The girl smiled and kissed him on the cheek before she left. Decay did nothing more but shake his head and walk away. He knew that the girl though he liked her, a lot of girls did, but they all knew he was to be shared equally. He laughed out loud at the idea, besides, they came up with that rule. "Girls..." Turning the corner he saw a few people talking about something that had happened with a red haired girl.
'Pepper'
He listened for awhile, enough to know that she had went off on a teacher, it made him smile, he'd have to talk to her about the later. Decay went to his locker to but his things away and get ready. "24..35..67." He popped the lock open shoving his books in and slamming it shut. "Alright, I'm ready to fly."
~~~~
Down in the hanger he spotted Jump almost instantly. He went over the the stairs on the side and walked up. He had already gotten the portfolio for who he was supposed to be with. Pepper and some other random guy. He shrugged his shoulders, the team didn't matter. He reached in the little cubby hole that was next to his mecha and took out the pack. "First aid..repair tools..alright good, I got everything." Time to go to work. Hopping up into jump her sat down and looked at the lifeless screen in front of him.
"On."
The screen in front of him popped up and started glowing.
"Status report."
"Energy reserve, eighty percent, boosters, eighty percent, shield, ninety-five percent, blasters, 20 left, laser, fifty left, power jump, two left. Next command.
"Solar Recharge sequence star, Regeneration sequence start. Now entering stand by mode."
"Recharging energy...increasing, shield regeneration...increasing. Boosters on stand by."
Decay climbed out of his mecha and stood on the railing next to it, this hanger was huge, but that hair was unmistakeable. He inhaled deeply. "Oh Pepper!" He smirked as he ran down the stairs to meet her. there was another person with her as well, he walked up and nodded. "Decay...you are?"
Decay smiled at her, and cocked his head to the side."Of course cutie pie." He reached over and twirled a piece of her hair. It was black and silky, he liked the feel of it. He could see the blush on her face and her blue eyes look towards the floor
"Alright, good luck on patrol today."
The girl smiled and kissed him on the cheek before she left. Decay did nothing more but shake his head and walk away. He knew that the girl though he liked her, a lot of girls did, but they all knew he was to be shared equally. He laughed out loud at the idea, besides, they came up with that rule. "Girls..." Turning the corner he saw a few people talking about something that had happened with a red haired girl.
'Pepper'
He listened for awhile, enough to know that she had went off on a teacher, it made him smile, he'd have to talk to her about the later. Decay went to his locker to but his things away and get ready. "24..35..67." He popped the lock open shoving his books in and slamming it shut. "Alright, I'm ready to fly."
~~~~
Down in the hanger he spotted Jump almost instantly. He went over the the stairs on the side and walked up. He had already gotten the portfolio for who he was supposed to be with. Pepper and some other random guy. He shrugged his shoulders, the team didn't matter. He reached in the little cubby hole that was next to his mecha and took out the pack. "First aid..repair tools..alright good, I got everything." Time to go to work. Hopping up into jump her sat down and looked at the lifeless screen in front of him.
"On."
The screen in front of him popped up and started glowing.
"Status report."
"Energy reserve, eighty percent, boosters, eighty percent, shield, ninety-five percent, blasters, 20 left, laser, fifty left, power jump, two left. Next command.
"Solar Recharge sequence star, Regeneration sequence start. Now entering stand by mode."
"Recharging energy...increasing, shield regeneration...increasing. Boosters on stand by."
Decay climbed out of his mecha and stood on the railing next to it, this hanger was huge, but that hair was unmistakeable. He inhaled deeply. "Oh Pepper!" He smirked as he ran down the stairs to meet her. there was another person with her as well, he walked up and nodded. "Decay...you are?"
OOC Notes
Hands behind his head, and long legs stretched out in front of him, one bent at the knee, Dyno was taking one of his common cat naps. Despite the noise in the hangar, and the sound of the clanks, thuds, buzzings, and beepings that mech and mechanic alike were making, none of it seemed to impede or disturb the young man's peaceful slumber. For all intents and purposes he was out cold, blond hair falling around his face in its usual elegantly disheveled way, this time with a bit of bed head tossed in. It was only until a wrench was being prodded into his rib cage did one of his emerald eyes peek open in a lazy sort of curiosity. He barely quirked an eyebrow at the grimy looking mechanic who was crossing his arms and smirking. "Oi, sorry to disturb you sleeping beauty, but I do believe I saw your name on the posted patrol list for today." Dyno raised his eyebrow a tad more, and finally blinked open his other eye slowly, and proceeded to stretch like a lazy cat. "Mmh. Thanks Bogs." He added, suddenly sitting up and swinging his legs over the small ledge he'd been perched on. He stood, stretched briefly once more and patted the man on his large and bulky shoulder as he strode off. The man, whose name was really Bogart chuckled a deep baritone type of laugh and just shook his head as Dyno waved lazily over his shoulder.
Green eyes flicked to the nearest clock, as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He'd basically been in the hangar all day, tinkering with Dynamite, and last he checked all systems were go. But, what the hell, one last check couldn't hurt. Besides, he needed to at least appear productive considering he'd been the last hour or so asleep. "Evenin' pal." He greeted, patting his mech's large metallic like leg as he stepped past. Dyno scaled the mech and climbed into the cockpit, his body melding to the seat as if it were made exactly for him, which it was. Letting out a sigh of comfort and content, he ran his hand through his hair and leaned back. "Wakey Wakey." He prompted his mech as he slipped his hands into the fitted glove controls and the thing glowed and hummed to life. "Soundin' good." He complimented as his finger deftly danced around the holographic screen in front of him, as he pressed, typed ,and slid his fingers about it, initiating Dynamites Status Report and confirming what he already knew. All systems go, green, and 100%. A small smile crossed his features, and then he heard voices.
Curiosity piqued at the unfamiliar voices, Dyno's head swiveled as he slipped out of his mech and hopped down back to ground level. He wasn't sure how much of a mood he was in for a lot of socializing, but eh, what the hell. Hands once again stuffed in his pockets, long legs carried him around the corner to the growing group of people. A mix of familiar faces and the opposite. He recognized the red head, obviously. Every one knew of the headmasters daughter. The guy with short dark hair was also familiar, his name having something to do with corpses..or...something..he couldn't remember. He was always horrible with names, hence his tendency to come up with nicknames. Hell, he was pretty damn sure no one knew his real name either, and he was perfectly fine with that. As for the guy with the long dark hair, either he was really blanking, or he had never met him before. Probably the latter, not that it mattered. With an easy shrug, and after stifling a yawn, Dyno stepped nearer and positioned himself where he was lazily yet casually leaning against the nearest floor to ceiling column in the hangar. "Didn't miss the party yet, did I?" He asked with an almost childlike tilt of his head.
Green eyes flicked to the nearest clock, as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He'd basically been in the hangar all day, tinkering with Dynamite, and last he checked all systems were go. But, what the hell, one last check couldn't hurt. Besides, he needed to at least appear productive considering he'd been the last hour or so asleep. "Evenin' pal." He greeted, patting his mech's large metallic like leg as he stepped past. Dyno scaled the mech and climbed into the cockpit, his body melding to the seat as if it were made exactly for him, which it was. Letting out a sigh of comfort and content, he ran his hand through his hair and leaned back. "Wakey Wakey." He prompted his mech as he slipped his hands into the fitted glove controls and the thing glowed and hummed to life. "Soundin' good." He complimented as his finger deftly danced around the holographic screen in front of him, as he pressed, typed ,and slid his fingers about it, initiating Dynamites Status Report and confirming what he already knew. All systems go, green, and 100%. A small smile crossed his features, and then he heard voices.
Curiosity piqued at the unfamiliar voices, Dyno's head swiveled as he slipped out of his mech and hopped down back to ground level. He wasn't sure how much of a mood he was in for a lot of socializing, but eh, what the hell. Hands once again stuffed in his pockets, long legs carried him around the corner to the growing group of people. A mix of familiar faces and the opposite. He recognized the red head, obviously. Every one knew of the headmasters daughter. The guy with short dark hair was also familiar, his name having something to do with corpses..or...something..he couldn't remember. He was always horrible with names, hence his tendency to come up with nicknames. Hell, he was pretty damn sure no one knew his real name either, and he was perfectly fine with that. As for the guy with the long dark hair, either he was really blanking, or he had never met him before. Probably the latter, not that it mattered. With an easy shrug, and after stifling a yawn, Dyno stepped nearer and positioned himself where he was lazily yet casually leaning against the nearest floor to ceiling column in the hangar. "Didn't miss the party yet, did I?" He asked with an almost childlike tilt of his head.
OOC Notes
“Iintaer? Nice to meet yah!” Pepper automatically grabbed his hand (she had to use two hands, since hers were small) and shook it vigorously, letting it go as quickly as she had grabbed it and introducing herself.
“The names Pepper, Pepper Sprucey, I’ll spruce up your day!” She gave a playful wink and laughed, it was a corny joke, oh so corny, but she said it all the time anyway. If Iintaer’s presence was frightful, Pepper would not notice at all, she wasn’t exactly the shy type. “Gosh, Balthor and Xial are all so tall, maybe I should try wearing high heels one of these days.” Pepper easily started chatting with Iintaer, she did this often with others, she started and ended talks quickly and easily, she was like a monkey swinging from tree to tree.
Her head soon turned as Decay, one of her few friends, came up and joined them. “Heyah good lookin’ still breaking hearts out there? SO mean! This here is another good lookin’ fella, but I don’t think he tends to his fan girls quite like you…” Pepper chuckled as the hanger started to become more and more busy with life. The patrol students would be getting ready soon. Pepper thought she heard somewhere someone saying ‘oh no’, they had probably gotten a good look at the roster and seen that Pepper was supposed to lead today. She always did while out on patrol. It made things easier, since she was entirely uncommandable, the last leader that tried to get her to cooperate cried. Besides, Pepper was surprisingly reliable and together with her thoughts when in the air, she did a good job of managing.
“And the sleepy bumkin wakes to join us, you didn’t miss a thing Dyno! Except of course the entrance of gorgeous over there. Yah I’m talking to you princess! Don’t pretend like you don’t hear me!” Pepper yelled up to Gallataya, a girl so pretty it made Pepper’s eyes hurt, not that her eyes didn’t already hurt because she was surrounded by Xial and Balthor all the time, oh how the beautiful make one feel average….in any case, Pepper took to teasing Gallataya after finding out she was a princess, the only reason was because she was sop darn shy, and would give the best reactions, it made Pepper laugh all the time.
“I’m thinking maybe if I poke fun at her enough she’ll stop blushing and actually say something one of these days.” She explained to those present
“The names Pepper, Pepper Sprucey, I’ll spruce up your day!” She gave a playful wink and laughed, it was a corny joke, oh so corny, but she said it all the time anyway. If Iintaer’s presence was frightful, Pepper would not notice at all, she wasn’t exactly the shy type. “Gosh, Balthor and Xial are all so tall, maybe I should try wearing high heels one of these days.” Pepper easily started chatting with Iintaer, she did this often with others, she started and ended talks quickly and easily, she was like a monkey swinging from tree to tree.
Her head soon turned as Decay, one of her few friends, came up and joined them. “Heyah good lookin’ still breaking hearts out there? SO mean! This here is another good lookin’ fella, but I don’t think he tends to his fan girls quite like you…” Pepper chuckled as the hanger started to become more and more busy with life. The patrol students would be getting ready soon. Pepper thought she heard somewhere someone saying ‘oh no’, they had probably gotten a good look at the roster and seen that Pepper was supposed to lead today. She always did while out on patrol. It made things easier, since she was entirely uncommandable, the last leader that tried to get her to cooperate cried. Besides, Pepper was surprisingly reliable and together with her thoughts when in the air, she did a good job of managing.
“And the sleepy bumkin wakes to join us, you didn’t miss a thing Dyno! Except of course the entrance of gorgeous over there. Yah I’m talking to you princess! Don’t pretend like you don’t hear me!” Pepper yelled up to Gallataya, a girl so pretty it made Pepper’s eyes hurt, not that her eyes didn’t already hurt because she was surrounded by Xial and Balthor all the time, oh how the beautiful make one feel average….in any case, Pepper took to teasing Gallataya after finding out she was a princess, the only reason was because she was sop darn shy, and would give the best reactions, it made Pepper laugh all the time.
“I’m thinking maybe if I poke fun at her enough she’ll stop blushing and actually say something one of these days.” She explained to those present
OOC Notes
Decay could over hear Peppers introduction. It made him laugh a little.
“Heyah good lookin’ still breaking hearts out there? SO mean! This here is another good lookin’ fella, but I don’t think he tends to his fan girls quite like you…”
"I've never broke any hearts, they already know they must share me equally, by the way, I got invited to a party this weekend, you think I should go hmm? Oh and nice to meet you, good lookin' fellow."
Decay watched as more people filled into the room. The noise got loud and a few girls stopped looked at him and giggled, he did nothing but wave back. Until he heard his name called.
"Mr.Ziggy, I would like to tell you that one of your assi-"
Decay looked over and soon as he saw it was a teacher his eyes narrowed and he put a scowl on his face. "I believe I have no business with you, when I say that I mean I don't care about what you have to say, understood?"
"But sir, one of your assignments has been brought to the council, they believe that it's extrodinary, and want to ask you a few questions."
"Did I do anything wrong?"
"Well no..."
"Then shut up and walk away, I have more important things to do." Decay stepped around him to the new guy. Dyno was his name, he had a few classes with him as well. "Party hasn't even started." Decay was forever looking forward to test runs.
“Heyah good lookin’ still breaking hearts out there? SO mean! This here is another good lookin’ fella, but I don’t think he tends to his fan girls quite like you…”
"I've never broke any hearts, they already know they must share me equally, by the way, I got invited to a party this weekend, you think I should go hmm? Oh and nice to meet you, good lookin' fellow."
Decay watched as more people filled into the room. The noise got loud and a few girls stopped looked at him and giggled, he did nothing but wave back. Until he heard his name called.
"Mr.Ziggy, I would like to tell you that one of your assi-"
Decay looked over and soon as he saw it was a teacher his eyes narrowed and he put a scowl on his face. "I believe I have no business with you, when I say that I mean I don't care about what you have to say, understood?"
"But sir, one of your assignments has been brought to the council, they believe that it's extrodinary, and want to ask you a few questions."
"Did I do anything wrong?"
"Well no..."
"Then shut up and walk away, I have more important things to do." Decay stepped around him to the new guy. Dyno was his name, he had a few classes with him as well. "Party hasn't even started." Decay was forever looking forward to test runs.
OOC Notes
Oh dear, this can’t be good, are we ever going to learn anything with a primate running things like this? Taya sighed quietly to herself and buried her head in the book, letting her silky black hair shield her peripheral vision and focusing her bright blues onto her work. Gallataya didn’t mind book work so much, in fact she excelled at it, most of what she learned was from books and self teaching anyway.
She was horrified by what was going on, yes, but she did not say anything or speak out against the tyrant standing on the piece of wood they called a desk. Doing so would draw out unnecessary attention to herself, something entirely unwise. Besides, she was not sure speaking out against a monkey was something that made the monkey quieter, usually with such animals it only made them louder and more aggressive. So instead the princess kept to herself, silently grumbling and referring to the red head known as Pepper as a primate, something she found herself doing quite often since encountering the girl.
Thankfully the bell rang, releasing the princess from her captive seat and into the sea of a hallway, only to remind herself that she would be seeing the monkey again shortly. Heh, shortly, for the monkey was short you see. And Gallataya had patrol with her and four others today. Four others who were quite high in rank actually, a plus for her, she could observe. Being a level fourteen, she was no where near elite, but that was probably due to her lack of experience and practice. Much of her time was spent absorbed in how to better her craft, and little spent in in the craft.
Her pride and joy had recently been in her new weapon systems with sonic technology. She was the first to make such a thing successful, and even then it was successful in a way that she had not meant for it to be. So little was known about what sound could do in terms of weaponry. Not to mention that in space working sonic transmissions was tricky, no air meant for no way for sounds waves to travel, she had fixed that the movement generated from her Mecha’s movement, the wings made the difference, moving the sound itself and pushing it forward, she was glad she had thought of it.
Entering the cock-pit, Gallataya quickly walked over to her own Fighter Unit, busying herself with checking things before switching it on. Hummingbird glowed blue and she bent down on the ladder to retrieve her book bag, pulling out a scanner she had made herself. The leggy Xial concentrated on her work until a certain someone yelled up to her, making her stumble in an uncharacteristically clumsy manner, for the princess was always poised, she had to be. Oh great, she was being teased, why was this primitive red headed thing so much better at flying than everyone else? It defied logic; the idiot did not deserve such skill for all the trouble she caused.
Instead of responding, she only coldly ignored the small girl and kept with what she was doing. She would have to answer to her anyway during patrol, might as well postpone involvement.
She was horrified by what was going on, yes, but she did not say anything or speak out against the tyrant standing on the piece of wood they called a desk. Doing so would draw out unnecessary attention to herself, something entirely unwise. Besides, she was not sure speaking out against a monkey was something that made the monkey quieter, usually with such animals it only made them louder and more aggressive. So instead the princess kept to herself, silently grumbling and referring to the red head known as Pepper as a primate, something she found herself doing quite often since encountering the girl.
Thankfully the bell rang, releasing the princess from her captive seat and into the sea of a hallway, only to remind herself that she would be seeing the monkey again shortly. Heh, shortly, for the monkey was short you see. And Gallataya had patrol with her and four others today. Four others who were quite high in rank actually, a plus for her, she could observe. Being a level fourteen, she was no where near elite, but that was probably due to her lack of experience and practice. Much of her time was spent absorbed in how to better her craft, and little spent in in the craft.
Her pride and joy had recently been in her new weapon systems with sonic technology. She was the first to make such a thing successful, and even then it was successful in a way that she had not meant for it to be. So little was known about what sound could do in terms of weaponry. Not to mention that in space working sonic transmissions was tricky, no air meant for no way for sounds waves to travel, she had fixed that the movement generated from her Mecha’s movement, the wings made the difference, moving the sound itself and pushing it forward, she was glad she had thought of it.
Entering the cock-pit, Gallataya quickly walked over to her own Fighter Unit, busying herself with checking things before switching it on. Hummingbird glowed blue and she bent down on the ladder to retrieve her book bag, pulling out a scanner she had made herself. The leggy Xial concentrated on her work until a certain someone yelled up to her, making her stumble in an uncharacteristically clumsy manner, for the princess was always poised, she had to be. Oh great, she was being teased, why was this primitive red headed thing so much better at flying than everyone else? It defied logic; the idiot did not deserve such skill for all the trouble she caused.
Instead of responding, she only coldly ignored the small girl and kept with what she was doing. She would have to answer to her anyway during patrol, might as well postpone involvement.
OOC Notes
“The names Pepper, Pepper Sprucey, I’ll spruce up your day!” Said the red haired human as Iintaer mentally answered, You already have. Keeping his face impassive he listened to her quick speech, “Gosh, Balthor and Xial are all so tall, maybe I should try wearing high heels one of these days.” With a practice poker face, he said, "I can find you a stool to stand on, if that is your wish." He stared down at her for a moment, She is new, and not a complete bore. I will grow to enjoy her company. He came back to himself when a Xial showed up, and internally growled at him. Damn pompous bastard, his mind whispered.
"Decay...you are?" Turning to regard the Xial, he said "I am Iintaer, son of Warrior Chieftain Ruulnaer of the Shadow Stalkers, and Shana Nuiil, military genius of the Xial. Perhaps you have heard of them?" Ignoring the Xial, he turned his attention towards the newcomer. His mind growled, yet again, at the Xial that came forward, but stopped when came up closer. He looks more human than Decay. Perhaps he is Half Breed? His mind chuckled softly, but it made him think of what he, himself, actually was. He knew that he was Balthorian, but did the tests lie about his heritage? Thinking back, he remembered when his father found out about his wings. He had said that they were not from his blood, as they were all wolves, leopards, and panthers. However, his mother had shown him the records concerning his DNA, and pronounced that he was, in fact, the son of Ruulnaer.
Sighing softly, Iintaer looked over at his Howler, only to find Siina staring down at them. He glared up at her, who backed away and vanished behind her computer. Shaking his head, he turned back to the small gathering, and began to review their files mentally. Dyno, his mind whispered, enjoys explosives too much. I doubt he'll be able to hold up to my Howler's cannons. Decay, a pompous ass who is more concerned about his reputation and good looks to understand the world around him. Looking down at Pepper, his mind came to a complete stop, and his heart seemed to flutter gently in his chest. Why is my heart acting this way? He made an internal check of himself, but found nothing to explain this phenomenon.
Shaking his head slightly, he said aloud, "We have a few hours before our patrol. Why not take this time to eat a light meal, and talk?" His eyes fell to a spot just above Pepper's head, just enough so that the others wouldn't know that his last statement was to be directed at Pepper, "To 'get to know one another better'."
"Decay...you are?" Turning to regard the Xial, he said "I am Iintaer, son of Warrior Chieftain Ruulnaer of the Shadow Stalkers, and Shana Nuiil, military genius of the Xial. Perhaps you have heard of them?" Ignoring the Xial, he turned his attention towards the newcomer. His mind growled, yet again, at the Xial that came forward, but stopped when came up closer. He looks more human than Decay. Perhaps he is Half Breed? His mind chuckled softly, but it made him think of what he, himself, actually was. He knew that he was Balthorian, but did the tests lie about his heritage? Thinking back, he remembered when his father found out about his wings. He had said that they were not from his blood, as they were all wolves, leopards, and panthers. However, his mother had shown him the records concerning his DNA, and pronounced that he was, in fact, the son of Ruulnaer.
Sighing softly, Iintaer looked over at his Howler, only to find Siina staring down at them. He glared up at her, who backed away and vanished behind her computer. Shaking his head, he turned back to the small gathering, and began to review their files mentally. Dyno, his mind whispered, enjoys explosives too much. I doubt he'll be able to hold up to my Howler's cannons. Decay, a pompous ass who is more concerned about his reputation and good looks to understand the world around him. Looking down at Pepper, his mind came to a complete stop, and his heart seemed to flutter gently in his chest. Why is my heart acting this way? He made an internal check of himself, but found nothing to explain this phenomenon.
Shaking his head slightly, he said aloud, "We have a few hours before our patrol. Why not take this time to eat a light meal, and talk?" His eyes fell to a spot just above Pepper's head, just enough so that the others wouldn't know that his last statement was to be directed at Pepper, "To 'get to know one another better'."
OOC Notes
"GUT PUNCH!!!!" a throaty roar ripped through he detention hall as a heavy hamhock of a fist came crashing into the stomach of the detention proctor. "Eye gouge!" two thick fingers were thrust straight at the eyes of the forty-something year old match teacher who only just barely managed to avoid being blinded by the large student's hand; however this monstrous delinquent didn't stop there raising up his foot he waited until the teacher was upright, but still clutching his stomach as he gasped for air. "KICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a large steel-toed boot slammed directly into the center of Mr. Greyweed's chest sending the old man flying into one of the wall's of the detention room.
"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH BINKY!" Bartz shouted as he pointed at one of the pictures held in a almost obscenely long sleeve in his wallet that contained a picture of each and everyone of his little siblings. Earlier during the detention period Bartz was simply minding his own business and passing the time looking at pictures of his little bothers and sisters as he was wont to do whenever he was placed in detention. Unfortunately, today's detention proctor tried to confiscate the photos and well....one can see how that turned out.....
"Bartz Leonard please report to the launch bay, Bartz Leonard please report to the launch bay"
The large muscle bound man calmly and quietly collected his belongings before rushing out of the stunned, but none too surprised room with out a word. Despite his large frame he put his long legs to good use and made it to the launch bay just as everybody was prepping to go on patrol. He gave a token wave to the few pilots he recognized as he made a bee line straight towards his Blizzaia. "Is it ready yet?" he asked a nearby mechanic who nodded and nodded again as Bartz quietly asked if the fragmentation grenade that was normally loaded into his mech's multi-launcher was replaced with the "technically" unauthorized anti-armor grenade. He slipped the mechanic a couple of small boxes of cigarettes and a small bundle of food vouchers that the government often issued out to the poor of the world. Giving the mechanic a slight nod of thanks he clambered into the cockpit of the BLizzaia, it was a utilitarian mech in design and decoration. Blocky and painted in a generic camouflage pattern, heavy slabs of armor plating hung down over the solid frame of the mech, and various sensor antennas, spotlights, and cameras were mounted all over the body of the mech. Flipping a few switches, and pulling up on the throttle with as much care as a mother would give to her new born child Bartz leaned back into his chair and listened to his mech as its machinery hummed and whirred to life, or not. Black smoke and and the harsh screech of steel grinding against steel ripped out of the BLizzaia's chassis. "FUCK!!!!!!!" slamming his fist down onto the ejection button Bartz launched himself out of the cockpit of his apparently broken mech, and directly at a hapless mechanic who was the one person in the hangar unfortunate enough to be in his way.
"What the hell man?! I though you mech students were supposed to be the best of the best when it came to maintaining mechs! Why the hell didn't you fix the Blizzaia in time for this patrol?"
"Honestly Bartz we did the best we could! its just all the damage your BLizzaia suffered from during your last sortie....."
"OH! So its my fault now?! Huh?! I'm a bad pilot? is that what your saying you little piece of -"
"You used one of the BLizzaia's severed arms as a club for christsakes! do you know how many hours we spent trying to find the right servos and gear shafts for that outdated piece of scrap?"
"Do you know how long its going to take for my fist to find your face?"
Unless someone stepped in, the academy would probably be short half a mechanic....cause ya know its not like mechanics need the lower half of their body to be functioning.........
"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH BINKY!" Bartz shouted as he pointed at one of the pictures held in a almost obscenely long sleeve in his wallet that contained a picture of each and everyone of his little siblings. Earlier during the detention period Bartz was simply minding his own business and passing the time looking at pictures of his little bothers and sisters as he was wont to do whenever he was placed in detention. Unfortunately, today's detention proctor tried to confiscate the photos and well....one can see how that turned out.....
"Bartz Leonard please report to the launch bay, Bartz Leonard please report to the launch bay"
The large muscle bound man calmly and quietly collected his belongings before rushing out of the stunned, but none too surprised room with out a word. Despite his large frame he put his long legs to good use and made it to the launch bay just as everybody was prepping to go on patrol. He gave a token wave to the few pilots he recognized as he made a bee line straight towards his Blizzaia. "Is it ready yet?" he asked a nearby mechanic who nodded and nodded again as Bartz quietly asked if the fragmentation grenade that was normally loaded into his mech's multi-launcher was replaced with the "technically" unauthorized anti-armor grenade. He slipped the mechanic a couple of small boxes of cigarettes and a small bundle of food vouchers that the government often issued out to the poor of the world. Giving the mechanic a slight nod of thanks he clambered into the cockpit of the BLizzaia, it was a utilitarian mech in design and decoration. Blocky and painted in a generic camouflage pattern, heavy slabs of armor plating hung down over the solid frame of the mech, and various sensor antennas, spotlights, and cameras were mounted all over the body of the mech. Flipping a few switches, and pulling up on the throttle with as much care as a mother would give to her new born child Bartz leaned back into his chair and listened to his mech as its machinery hummed and whirred to life, or not. Black smoke and and the harsh screech of steel grinding against steel ripped out of the BLizzaia's chassis. "FUCK!!!!!!!" slamming his fist down onto the ejection button Bartz launched himself out of the cockpit of his apparently broken mech, and directly at a hapless mechanic who was the one person in the hangar unfortunate enough to be in his way.
"What the hell man?! I though you mech students were supposed to be the best of the best when it came to maintaining mechs! Why the hell didn't you fix the Blizzaia in time for this patrol?"
"Honestly Bartz we did the best we could! its just all the damage your BLizzaia suffered from during your last sortie....."
"OH! So its my fault now?! Huh?! I'm a bad pilot? is that what your saying you little piece of -"
"You used one of the BLizzaia's severed arms as a club for christsakes! do you know how many hours we spent trying to find the right servos and gear shafts for that outdated piece of scrap?"
"Do you know how long its going to take for my fist to find your face?"
Unless someone stepped in, the academy would probably be short half a mechanic....cause ya know its not like mechanics need the lower half of their body to be functioning.........
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Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
Hmm, could you provide me a link to your remake? I'm in a sci-fi mood at the moment.
Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
Well I sent in a charrie tried to make her interesting :P
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I am doing this as we speak actually, you'll notice it's a bit under contruct now ;D
Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
I like the look of this, maybe if you create a new RP with this idea, pming the characters already here and start a new?
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Fuck that!
As long I'm still here somebody else is willing to post I ain't gonna let this awesome rp die before it's even hit its prime.
As long I'm still here somebody else is willing to post I ain't gonna let this awesome rp die before it's even hit its prime.
Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
One (1) week has passed, and I now pronounce this RP dead. If this RP is to start up again, you will need to PM me in order to have me respond.
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Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
I can post daily. But I was waiting for a few others to reply, I can't really replay at the moment.
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Post when you can. After a week of silence, you will need to PM me in order to get me to post. As I will consider this game dead, and move on to my other three (3) RPs. I had wished to enjoy this one, but alas, if you knew you were scheduled for spring break, then why bother to begin this RP at all?
I have given you fair warning of my next action. Three (3) days left.
I have given you fair warning of my next action. Three (3) days left.
Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
I'm really sorry guys, its just that this week is the last week before spring break for me at college and everything is due this week, so I'm sort of going crazy insane trying to get everything in one time. Just got to survive until the weekend.
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Three (3) days without a single post. Four (4) more days, and I shall consider the RP dead, and begin to look for a new one.
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My spring break will not occur until the 24th of March, this month.
Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
oh the spring break querry...this rp might take a hit if everyone has to leave. But at this point in the rp I think I can get away with posting either every other day or every day. I was waiting for Artik so he doesn't get behind, but I think we can just have some character development go on for a while if everyone is gone. So I'd say next week my posts will come in at every other day to keep things paced well.
I'll get a post up today to start off the tomfoolery
I'll get a post up today to start off the tomfoolery
Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
I can post about 2-4 times a week/ or everyday depending on how busy I am.
FYI: I'm gonna be leaving for my spring break vacation tommorrow so Bartz might be quiet for a week.
FYI: I'm gonna be leaving for my spring break vacation tommorrow so Bartz might be quiet for a week.
Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
How frequent will everyone be able to post? I am willing, and able, to post on a daily basis, however, I do not know everyone else's perspective.
Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
Got a busy night, i'll get a post up tomorrow morning sometime. just a heads up.
Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
the two girls, Gallataya and Pepper. We thought that since they were the only two, then it'd be funny to have a friendship where they totally hate each other, a love hate thing if you will. Gallataya makes Pepper look like a doofus, and Pepper teases the heck out of her and show boats her pilot skills. But in the end they bring out the best in one another.
daw Iintaer is being too cute.
daw Iintaer is being too cute.
Re: [OOC] Blood Thicker than Oil [Mecha RP]
Haha. Uh-oh?
:P Teasing ain't so bad. It's more for amusement purposes. :) Dyno will be doing a lot of that as well.
:P Teasing ain't so bad. It's more for amusement purposes. :) Dyno will be doing a lot of that as well.
