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Arrival at MO-V

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zach_Rendar on Mon Sep 19, 2005 2:32 pm

Okami lied back in her chair and closed her eyes. The conversation was over. Zach fidgeted in his seat, fighting back the sense that he was leaving something important back on Earth.

Well, it was everything wasn't it? He hadn't packed clothes, any of his meager belongings, or anything for that matter. All he had was the clothing on his back, and Epiphany, when it finally came along.


"Drink, sir?"

Zach gave a start, he had been so deep in thought, he hadn't noticed the uniformed man offering him a tray of drinks. He hastily dug in his pockets for some change, took a can, and put the change on the tray.

Zach sat there, deep in thought, his can slowly warming in his hand. How long did these colony trips usually last? Putting his drink in his armrest, he followed Okami's lead, putting his head back, reclining the seat, and just letting exhaustion overtake him.

***

Zach woke up to a sharp prod in the shoulder.


"Wake up Zach, we're docking, and we're going to have to register you for a fee waiver."

Zach sat up and shook off the lingering drowsiness usually associated with jet lag. He stretched as much as he could in his narrow seat and looked past Okami and out the window.

Although the colony cluster was truly beautiful, it seemed cold and sterile for some reason. Zach couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to be drawn into a machine...

The view of outer space was blocked out by the bright lights of the docking bay as the shuttle pulled in and the engines hummed down into silence.


"Welcome Zach, to MO-V."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby JimBob on Tue Sep 20, 2005 12:58 pm

Okami waited for the shuttle to land, and it was a semi decent landing. No omens today. Okami unbuckled her seatbelt and Zach followed suit. She stood up briskly, and having brought no luggage back with her (she destroyed the rifle and all belongings she brought to earth with a fire), she stepped over Zach's legs somewhat gracefully and continued down the aisle. She heard Zach get up and walk behind her; she knew she need not even check. Okami thanked the pilot of the space craft and proceeded down the exit ramp. Okami wasn't in the mood to talk; she was too delighted to be back in the colonies, breathing artificial air. She was at the presidential space port reserved only for her space craft. Okami exited the exit ramp and entered the small office area designed for all paperwork whenever she left or returned from MO-V. She had already called ahead and requested the fee-waiver; she only needed to sign it and file away that Zach was there. Okami approached the desk clerk; a girl with blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun, typical of female military personnel. The airman snapped to attention and saluted cordially. Okami put on a professional smile and approached the girl."At ease, airman. I believe there is already paperwork ready for me?"Okami laid the amiable voice on thickly like honey; she did not want suspicions raised. The girl lowered her salute and began to shuffle some papers around, before handing a form to Okami. Okami scanned it; all of the necessary information about Zach was already filled out, no doubt by an aide, and all that was necessary was her signature and Zach's. Okami pulled a pen from he breastpocket and signed it, then handed the form to Zach without a word and pointed to where he should sign. Zach's eyebrows furrowed together as he briefly read the information, then signed."Thank you, airman. You may return to your duties."
"Thank you, Ms. President." The airman saluted, and Okami saluted back and walked away. She didn't even bother to check if Zach was behind her, she just assumed he would follow. They exited the building, and guards were already available for Okami. They ushered her to her car, Zach following closely behind. Okami slid in, Zach right behind her, and two guards slid in the front of the car. Okami crossed her legs and stared out the window at her colony.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zach_Rendar on Tue Sep 20, 2005 4:24 pm

Zach followed Okami into the waiting vehicle, the guards constantly on alert. He could feel their eyes boring into him from behind those opaque black glasses the entire time. This didn't bother him, he'd been in high-security situations before.

As the vehicle flew through the colony, Zach took time to acclimate himself to the new surroundings, looking up into the sky, he was able to barely see the other side of the colony, which appeared to be merely an inverted version of the ground underneath him...

Zach had to take a deep breath and remind himself how all of this technology was scientifically possible...


"So class, who can tell me how gravity can be simulated on a colony?" A man in a cheap suit stood before a dozing classroom, consisting of a dozen soporic sixth-graders. In the middle row sat a young Zach, wearing shabby clothing. He was the charity case of the class, having lost his mother some three years ago. Despite having the worst history of anyone in the class, he was the most lively-looking one, his hand rose tentatively into the air.

"Yes, Zachary?"

Zach cleared his throat. "By rotating the biosphere portion of an L-Class colony, all objects on the inside-outer edge of the biosphere will begin having velocity in a tangental fashion due to the rotational movement of the colony. When properly managed, this movement will constantly force the objects within to the outer wall of the colony with centripetal force, thus creating a sense of gravity to all objects within the colony."

The professor stared blankly at Zach. "You could have just said 'Because it spins,' you do know that?"

The dozing classroom woke up long enough to laugh at Zach before falling off into their usual torpor once again.


Zach blinked passed the more embarassing portion of that memory, reminding himself that it was his brilliant mind that allowed him to become the youngest medic in decades. He smiled to himself, that little victory always outweighed the humiliations he had to suffer through in school.

Zach could see out the window, large, official looking buildings lined a sidestreet, the largest one coming closer. Zach couldn't help but be goggled at the enormous building in front of him. Okami had probably noticed this.


"...and Earthbornes claim that life is so frugal on the colonies..."[/u]

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:24 am

Zhelir stood at the helm of the Leviathan, his stance one of extraordinary regality, given his usual nature. His view screens displayed a battle-scared suit that was a deep crimson red and on par with a gundam, follow by a factory-fresh Taurus, descending rapidly on the largest of the asteroid cluster that was MO-V. The Leviathan itself, as well, was nearing the asteroid, and Zhelir was set to get as much Gundanium as he could. If the locals were cooperative, it'd be just fine. No bloodshed, no mess. If they weren't, bad day for them. And if today was bad, the weeks to follow it would be nothing short of hell.

He shifted to gaze down at Daedalus. The younger man was gazing raptly out the view screen, his hands ever hovering over the controls to let loose the powerful cannons mounted to the ship's hull. He allowed himself a small smile at the kid's vigilance. He'd trained him well, and he had a sneaking suspision that it was going to save his ass some day.

"Be ready," Zhelir spoke, his voice soft but objective as a motherfucker, "They may have produced something or other while we were gone, an' it just might be somethin' worth worryin' over."

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The Leviathan made a smooth glide into its former docking bay, the crew having experienced absolutely no resistance, and that was good. Damn good.

The moment the bay was repressurized, the four crewers leapt from the ship and began to reattatch the cables and chords that transfered all control of the colony directly to the ship's mainframe. This time, Zhelir had no intention of packing up and leaving.

The Mercurius and the custom Taurus were unloaded from the Levithan's bay as soon as the controls were all set. At this point, there were only two immediate jobs remaining. The four men, armed with all they could carry, made their way to the asteroid's merchant bay. They encountered only two civilians on their way, and neither made any hostile movements. So far, so good.

Upon entering the bay, the four discovered two cargo ships that were, after a quick inspection, loaded with Gundanium. Not full, but there was good stock of it. Zhelir nodded to himself.


"All right. Rick, Day, you two each take one of these shuttles, truck 'em off to L01. Me 'n' Tersan'll stay here to keep secure the bays. When you two arrive, let Sin's people take care'a the Gundanium in the shuttles. You two each grab a suit and get Sin to dispatch a couple of squads to go with ya, whatever he can spare. Ya'll return here, and we'll begin a more permanent occupation."


Both men nodded, neither said a word. They proceeded to their respective shuttles, popped in, and in five minutes, were warmed up and just lifting off. Zhelir turned and motioned Tersan to follow along back to the hanger they'd originally landed in. Until their companions returned, this would be their home.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Tue Mar 14, 2006 4:04 pm

Zhelir dove through the steel doorway into the Leviathan's hanger, but even as he neared the floor, he felt a hand catch his shoulder and spin him off to the left, clearing him away from the door. Just in time, too, as a stream of bullets chewed up the floor beneath where his body'd been.

He was in his feet in a flash, pressed up against the doorway, and gave Tersan a brief thumbs-up, indicating his thanks for saving his ass. These guys were the first threat they'd encountered since the other two members of their party had left. About a dozen guys, all armed with a variety of machine guns, had bum rushed them as soon as they'd worked up the nerve to exit the main hanger. They'd been pushed this far back, but the line was about to be drawn.

He held up two fingers in Tersan's direction, paused, then lowered one, and jerked his head toward the door. Tersan nodded, indicating he'd understood what was meant -- or rather, remembered what that signal meant, having been an on-the-spot solution of some long-forgotten battle. Zhelir tore a grenade from each side of his belt; one flashbang, one frag. He pulled the pins on both and wedged them between his thumb, forefinger and index finger, pressing the three tightly together to keep the triggers depressed. Tersan tore a flashbang from his belt, pulled the pin, and hurled it down the hallway. Zhelir counted to two, then threw his two. Both men turned away from the doorway, just in time to avoid the blinding flash of the first grenade.

The plan was that the men down the corridor would turn away to avoid being blinded by the distinct form of a flashbang, and during this time, Zhelir's set of grenades would fly down the hall at them. After turning back from the flash of the first flashbang, the other two grenades would detonate. The idea was to kill most of them, and blind the ones left in the back. Judging by the sound of only one or two startled cries as the second set detonated, the plan had worked nicely.

Tersan eased himself around the corner and brought his assault rifle to bear. With practiced ease, he blew the last couple men left alive back to hell, with the standard two torso shots followed by a single head shot. As Tersan paused to ensure the kills, Zhelir took a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow. He was a half-step from sliding out into the corridor to find an assault weapon of his own when his comm beeped. Tersan gave no indication of having heard it, but instead kept his aim trained to the hallway, clearly watching the door the men had come through.

Zhelir removed the small black and gold device from his belt and brought it to his ear, keying it on.


"Heya, boss. We're home."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Wed Mar 15, 2006 10:27 pm

Zhelir listened patiently while his two recently returned companions rattled off their brief tail. He took a heavy drag off the cigarette he held, glancing over at Tersan. He was leaning casually against the door, listening for any indication of activity, no doubt.

He exhaled a large cloud of smoke, gazing through it for a moment before responding.
"'Nother words, Sin needs me to leave your sorry asses to takin' control of this colony?"

Day shrugged, and Rick nodded, a hint of a grin playing at his lips.
"Fair enough." He replied, climbing to his feet from the position he'd held against the wall of the hanger. [/b]"I guess I got no choice. Ya'll take care n' don't blow the place up. Waste of good Gundanium."

Day chuckled and jerked his head toward Tersan's modified Taurus.
"Get the hell outta my sight, old man."

Zhelir gave his partner a quick jab to the stomach before heading off toward the Taurus he'd be taking. He couldn't take the Leviathan, on account of its connection to the colonies, nor could he take the shuttle Daedalus and Rick had come on, as that had the controls to the Taurus Dolls. That left Mercurius and Tersan's Taurus, so he'd elected for the weaker of the two. He gave his crew one quick wave before ascending into the cockpit via zip cable.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Claude Faile on Wed Mar 22, 2006 2:49 am

As the shuttle came closer and closer to MO-V the computer above the windshield of the shuttle uttered more and more useful information of MO-V
"MO-V is now a desolate waste of a colony after a long since past battle. It is now overrun by hostel rebel factions with assumed hopes of bringing the colony into their hands. The colony's possession of monstrous amounts of gundamium. Therefore making it an ideal colony for rebel factions to increase their amount of wealth and possible regain former glory, or perhaps obtain glory."
Marc put his hand upon the throttle as he looked over at Claude.
"Je pense que nous devons nous tourner."
Claude shot around and looked at Marc as the ship slowed to a crawl upon approach of the desolate land mass.
"Marc, je ne vous ai pas demandé de venir. Vous savez que je vous aime, mais j'ai besoin de ce gundamium."
Claude put his hand on top of Marc's and pushed the throttle forward. Marc looked at him and sighed.
"Claude, nous ne devons pas faire ceci. Nous n'avons pas d'arme, nous n'avons pas de compétence, s'il vous plaît, demander à votre cousin pour le faire. Il vous doit toujours l'un. Ne le fait pas ?"

Claude nodded and sighed. He began to type co-ordinates into the keyboard in front of him.
"Bien, je trouverai Gabe et l'obtiens pour le faire pour moi. Il me doit toujours un service de majo."

OOC:
I think we should turn around.
Marc, I didn't ask you to come. You know I love you, but I need this gundamium.
Claude, we shouldn't do this. We do not have weapons, we do not have skills, please, ask your cousin to do it. He still owes you one. Does he not?
All right, I'll find Gabe and get him to do it for me. He still owes me a major favor.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Wed Mar 22, 2006 9:54 pm

OOC: Not to be a buzz kill, but you might want to read up on the rest of MO-V. The place is in total disarry, overrung by various rebel factions.

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