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The Virus-

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gundam Gears on Wed Nov 08, 2006 4:09 pm

A small Gundam would blast through space, a green ember shooting from it's thrusters as it would ever so often turn around and fire at the ships following him. The ships following where covored in blood and shooting back at the Gundam. Red and green lazers where seen flying through space. This was a one vs. tens of thousands fight. Gundam Gears heading straight to earth knowing that this "Virus" would not be able to pass through the atmosphere. Even tho' he has done his wrong to the people of Earth, he came to start over and escape this "Virus."

"People of earth, I know I have done you wrong in my past, And I have come, praying to the Lord, that you may accept me, and let me repay my debts. My people began to get sick when the landed on Earth, and it has developed ten fold. It's has boosted their adrenaline to where they kill any normal mortal who is not like them. I am truley sorry for my past, but I need an escape and hopefully, if this "Virus" gets a cure, I can truly become an ally with Earth. So please, rescue me and help me escape this "Virus." In Gods name, please"

He said this as he burrowed through the atmosphere in a Gundam that was torn and beaten to pieces. The ships that followed stopped at the brink of Earths atmosphere and traveled to a nearby planet and began to settle there, waiting for someone to leave Earth.

The gundam that burrowed through the atmosphere crashed down into the Earth, into the streets of France. As it landed, it left a crater of destruction behind it as it flipped and turned from the high speed impact. The Gundam laid there waiting for someone to help the pilot escape. He sent a few messages to different leaders, but his first one to Ryand.

"Sir, I have done you wrong, your whole planet. But I have come for your help, and in return, I will rebuild what I have destroyed, and do it by myself, But I am in the streets of France, nearly dead middle, and I do not want people coming near this Gundam, So I am requesting that you come and retrieve me before my people that contain the "Virus" find a way to reach earth."

A long bit of silence would be heard after passing out, blood pouring from his head, and broken and shattered bones all over his body. He was in a temp-acoma for a bit, till hopefully someone would come and rescue him.
Though my right hand is made of metals, I am still a normal man.. For the normality is always there, you just don't know it..(I build Gundams)

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Wed Nov 08, 2006 8:13 pm

Jacon looked at the crash report from the Ascending Fractal’s scans, Sarah, the Ships AI reporting in that the BBC satellite Enduring Vigilance reporting that Gundam Gears had been shot down around the French region of Strasbourg, near the German panserfaust units.

Sarah spoke to the pilot about landing near by, but she warned the commander “If this man is to be believed, then his people are a threat to peace in the universe, but how can they survive. If one organic has too much adrenaline, then you will simply die from heart failure according to simply biological law, and the fact is that he is piloting an Evangelion, the cyborgs capable of destroying our AT-Fields and Turing us into goo, and the fact that he has an alien virus is another issue altogether!” The AI suddenly turned into a serious appearing woman for a second and asked Jacon” “So what do you chose to do?”

The male looked deep in thought as he walked slowly to an older, beaten up command console, the computer system booting up and saying HAL type AI management system. He pressed a few command keys and logged into a secure connection with another ship, the WHO (World Health Org) quarantine vessel, the Nightingale, and sent over a simple message, the one that every Earth pilot had dreaded to send since his birth.

“Code A1-Delta-Sigma-Uno” The code meant simply, possible biothreat to earth, call in all medical units.

“Sarah looked at Jacon, and somberly bowed “You did the right thing Jacon, no one will fault you for this. Jacon looked down at the console and wondered, “but will I fault myself?”

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gundam Gears on Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:23 am

He layed there for days on end, not knowing what would happen or anything. The "Virus" had no effect on him for he was part Furyian. But he waited for the medical crew to rescue him as he began to get pulled from his ship and taken to wherever. He woke up as he was being moved to the medical center. For days, all he could do was speak. Not even budge a muscle for his body was too beaten. A few words escaped his lips gently as he fell asleep.

"I must speak to Ryand, I have no virus, but I do need his help."

He slowly passed out after finishing that sentence. He would wait in his sleep for Ryand to hopefully come to speak with him.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Thu Nov 09, 2006 5:40 pm

Jacon looked at the Transmission from the WHO ship, his AI floating peacefully above his shoulder, and he read it aloud, to formal feel the effects of thistransmission

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WHO CLASS A TRANSMISSON

All rights reserved. Transmission of this document without proper clearance is a felony per Earth Standard Law Circa 1967.

From the WHO Command ship Nightingale,  SP Calendar year 0193.

The fellow “Gundam Gears” reports could be a possible concern to the Earth. We shall send a small medical Nebulon-B frigate to defend you as you land in Strasbourg to investigate his claims. Be careful down there.

END TRANSMISSON


He looked at Sarah wordlessly, and decided to start the landing sequence. He would arrive there in a few hours, because the Earth’s landing lanes were full of rescue cruisers heading to Luxemburg.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gundam Gears on Thu Nov 09, 2006 10:10 pm

Waiting for a few hours, he slowly calmed down. His red raven hair died with blood and his black porcelain mask, cracked down the center. His Black long coat and cargo pants, shredded and covored in blood as he looked at himself, beat up, and laughed at himself.

"It would have to be me. My people getting a virus, and when I reach earth, I get sent to a quarrantine center so they can operate, boy don't I feel special. Well, as long as they don't touch my gundam, it's cool. But I'm going to have to thank a few people when I get full consienceness.. Maybe I will come back, and be a hero. But on the other hand, I need to heal quick and find a few Gundam pilots who are willing to help me get back to my home planet and get the Anti-Virus. Heh, usually my people don't get sick. Every once in a million years. I didn't think it would happen to me."

He sat there, blood slowly draining, a black colour would dye his skin, but hopefully, he would get a full recovery.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:14 pm

Jacon had landed on the Earth, , his starship’s engines glowing blue as they re-entered the atmosphere. Sarah had the help, silently commanding the Ascending fractal as she landed about 2000 feet away from the crashed Gundam. The Razor, the medical freighter assigned to the local quarantine, placed its medical shuttles down, and it started to place a large shield covering a 10 mile radius, to try to stop the virus, if it could spread via the air, from tainting the environment. There was a quick beep on the Communication Console as Jacon looked at it, while Sarah answered the call.

“This is the Ascending Fractal, Sarah, resident AI speaking, how may I help you?’ A strange sounding voice answered placidly. “The WHO would like to remind you to actually wear your standard NBC suit, and to be careful about this situation. This “Virus” could actually infect anyone on Earth, since we have not analyzed it. He asked for you, for reasons unknown, so you are getting a commission as a Colonel in the UN forces, temporality. Now go out and see this Gundam Gears Fellow, quickly.”

Jacon looked at Sarah, and said to her “Watch the ship, keep the engines and weapons primed. Than is all” Jacon then walked to the center section of the ship, where there were several suits with labels on them, one of them a traditional Apollo Era space suit, one of them a modern spacesuit with less radiation protection than the older one, but better walking ability, and another suit, with two oxygen tanks, a blue plastic shell, and a full facemask with two filters for emergency breathing. This was his NBC suit, purchased just in case he would encounter any plague. Jacon placed the cumbersome suit on, and walked slowly towards the exit ramp, fully aware that several UN troopers were assembling towards the back.

As Jacon walked to the back exit ramp of the Fractal, he saw several UN troopers assembling by the exit. He thought for a second, but then ignored the thought of conspiracy and headed off to the outside world. As he exited the ship, the Squad of UN troopers assembled around him, and saluted him, their mission simply to escort him to the location of Gundam Gears. This would be a long walk.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gundam Gears on Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:25 pm

Gundam Gears stood up, as he soon saw Jacon enter his area. He looked at him a bit, laughing slightly as a bit of blood spewed from his mouth. He waited till Jacon get near him and stuck out his arm, shaking a bit, to shake the mans hand. He soon noticed the few UN soldiers around him, sighing a bit, knowing he really wasn't the most popular guy on Earth right now.

"Sir, welcome, there is no real need for that suit, your atmosphere kills the Virus. And I was unaafected, since I never entered Earths atmosphere without my Gundam, so I was secure. But my soldiers and peoples adrenaline is steadily increasing, and I know you lead some form of military down here. And with all truth, I want to settle on earth, but I want to save my people first."

Saying this, he wiped the blood off that trickled from his mouth down his neck. He shook his head, feeling a bit of pain.

"I wouldn't want to put your people on the line if I had to. But if you do not help me, the whole universe will die. And it would not be the best thing. I, Gundam Gears would like you to aid me in recovering the cure for this "Virus" It is on my home planet, and to retrieve it, we need a total of five Gundams. I will speak more of this in a bit, but for now, I need to recover."

He soon collapsed to the ground, asleep, and bleeding. He laid there till he got some form of medication and physical aid.

While asleep he began to dream, planets in the universe, blood red, covored in blood. His people eating and killing innocent inhabitants while screams were heard all over the universe. Many planets such as this. Gundam Gears would walk through many planets like this. While asleep, tears feel from his eye's as he saw his parents being killed and his two brothers. Soon after, these beasts that were once his people left, leaving a small child behind.
Was this his past? Was this what happened to his family? Soon after the creatures left, a man in a black cothing, outlined with blue silk, picked up the child and placed his right hand on the childs chest.A black energy emitted as the child began to scream. This energy began to burn and stain the childs skin. As the coated man pulled his arm back, it would reveal the symbol of death. The silent man began to speak in this dream as followed..

"You child, are a wicked child, doomed for destruction, the pawn of Satan." Red eye's began to glow from under the hood of the coat."You shall be the reason why many planets, galaxies and the universe fall to there knees in destruction. But for now, I shall call you Sacion Novarick Deconete, In the name of Satan, I shall raise you to do his will."

While having this dream, Gears began to sweat, his heart beating at an enormous pace and tears rolled down his face. His body twitching. Was he having a nightmare, or was it from his accident. Anyway, this was not a good thing.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:54 am

It was a few hours later, when Jacon walked into the medical infirmary , his suit still on, since that fainting spell could have been a sign that Gundam Gears was infected with something that was neurological or worse. He looked at Gears, the medics flocking around him with several strange vials, various PDAs full of information on the alien, and one of them stated simply “He is not from anywhere in this Galaxy.” Jacon was not surprised, as the Deca Empire was not listed in any Milky Way charts or for that matter, the magnetic clouds maps. “How do you know? That information is express privilege of a few personnel! The nurse responded, “Don’t you recognize your own AI? “ Jacon looked shocked, but laughed. “So you now have a body now, welcome to the world of” Sarah interrupted the Captain “Yes yes now wake up Gears so that we can give him the speech on what has happened on

About ten minuets later a nurse injected Gundam Gears with a slight dose of caffeine, to wake him up “Mr. Gears, said Jacon placidly “We have to talk about your request”
“I was a navy captain Mr. Gears,” stared Jacon “I commanded Gundams, but I never piloted them honestly, but 5 Gundams, on Earth? I could get some cheap Mobile Suits but they are all copies of ancient RX-78s not proper weapons.” Jacon looked at Gears through the suit’s goggles, seeming almost dead inside. “Why do you need Gundams? I could simply call some Galactia privateers that I know, jump into the planets atmosphere, fire a few air-burst samples of the cure, let the atmospheric dispersal do its work, and jump out. Easy as cake!”

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He soon woke up, listening to Jacon and slightly laughed a bit. He shook his headat what Jacon thought would be so simple. And then began to think about what he had dreamed. He slowly began to whisper, his words slurred a bit, since Caffiene to him was PCP to humans.

"Jacon, sir, it is not that easy. The cure is deep within the many layers of Underground Laboratory. On Earth, it is considered around 9K miles underground. Taking the fact that my home world is twice the size of your sun. And I need pilots and gundams to cover my back while I go and get the cure. I do not think that those models would work. But If you can muster up some pilots, I have Gundams they can use. When I came here before, I built a underground garage to store my Gundams. One was found, they called it the INess Hell. I built these back during WWII But now, I still have five. Bring your top five pilots to me. That cure must be gotten. Because, with my people, as their adrenaline increases, their knowledge increases."

His head snapped, like he flinched. Then his body jumped. The images of his dream, more of a nightmare became to flash across his face. The coated man appeared, then dissapearing, growing closer and closer. Gears eye's became a cold white, his skin went to a pale white, as if he had seen something cruel and unusual. His eye's then went back to their deep blue, but with a small black 6 at the top of each eye. Soon, the coated man would appear at the door, his beastily red eye's glowing at Gears. The coated mans reflection appeared in Gundams eye's. He soon dissapeared, into the air, not to be seen for awhile.

"Jacon, we got to get that cure. The last outbreak that occured, trillions of innocent people where massacred. They where raped alive, then killed, and their bodies eaten. Planets left to rust away. One planet that this happened to, you know of. You call it Mars. We must get this cure. I will not stand to watch millions die. Especially this planet. Even tho' I have caused much trouble here before, they still cared for me when I crashed here and met my request. For sir, I know all of this destruction from a dream I had while I was asleep.
My mother and father, my two brothers, where harshly killed before my eye's. And yet, the child, me I was barely two weeks old, had survived. That planet was covored in rust, all it's resources where burned by the virus. We must retrieve it soon sir. And then this man, a coated man, with beasty red eye's told me I was praactically the spawn of Satan...He then said I had a name..Sacion Novarick Deconete. And yet, I have no clue what that means. I was always called Gundam Gears...He showed me the path of destruction that this Virus caused. I will not stand it."

He clenched a fist, metal gears clinking, but from where? His arm? Would it be so that his right arm was a machine? He then slammed his right fist into the bed, piercing right through it, he looked down shocked. He then tore his arm back to his side and lept off the bed.

"Where is my Gundam? Also, someone please get me my clothing. We must get that cure as soon as possible.I wll not take my time. I must get this done quick."

With that, he stood there looking at Jacon. Gears still in his medical robeing. And waited.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Sun Nov 12, 2006 2:54 pm

OOC: from an absolute point of physics a planet twice the size of the sun would be impossible if it was like earth, because it would have collapsed into a small neutron star, and if it was like Jupiter, re full of gasses, it would have undergone fusion and became a proper super G (G stars are our own sun) type of star. The only way a object like that could exist if it was a Dyson Sphere, a hollow object that surrounds a star complete and has a thickness of around 30KM to 100KM depending on the theory. To build that object, a hypothetical civilization would have to harness all the energy of 3 solar systems assuming they are dismantling the local Gas Giant for building material. Just a huge point from the technical laws of the universe

Jacon thought about the information, as he was thinking about the possibly of travel to the other world, the “impossible planet” as he was calling it . So Gears, you did not know that you were a low level cyborgs? Your arm is not real, but a standard alloy mixture. We can get to the planet, but I need jump co-ordinates. I could have Sarah pilot one of your mechs, but I must look for a team of pilots wiling to join us. We have at least one 4450 meter long Galactia class battleship to the world, but otherwise that’s it.

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OOC: This is RP. Not IRL.

He looked at Jacon thinking of his idea and shook his head.

"That would not work, the forms that have the virus, they are on the outskirts of your atmosphere. We need to get through with the smallest amount of noticability. Also, the gundams have the coordinates programmed in them. So as soon as we hit the atmosphere, they take off to the planet. And for my arm, I am no "Low-Level cyborg", Just because my arm is mechannical does not make me low-level. But please, get the pilots and blood red paint. And let me know when."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:01 pm

[OOC] by that logic the laws of physics do not matter, and I can simply call my buddy Q to fix up your virus. problem solved.[OOC]

"Pilots need food my freind. and to travel that distance would kill most people withouth a transport that can travel faster than light, since Gundams have no FTL Drives. No Gundam could fit even the smalest Trostky-Ivonivtch FTL drive, and you are a cyborg, by Earth Law, since yo have a major body part replaced by machines. . If this virus canot handle athmospere, but it can handle open vacum, the problem is soved, just make sure to simply not open up th cruisers airlocks while in space. I mean if your Empire is Ex-Gal it would take months with a noral ship, and 18 days with a Galactia class, nd 3 days with a BC-304, but those are American ships." Jacon stated this factualy. "This is my offer to you."

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"Sir, I guess I have to take the offer, But I'm praying it will all work out properly and no damage will be done."

He began to think of how all this was going to work, but left the thought behind. He just stood there, waiting on clothing.

"Whenever you are ready. I'll go get the gundams and you get the carrier ships."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gundam Gears on Thu Nov 16, 2006 5:42 pm

Gundam Gears laughed a bit as he threw on his clothes and ran to his Gundam. He went to his home planet, got the cure without any military and help and cured his people..

"Fuck this. This is boring."

---END OF RP---

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Remæus on Thu Nov 16, 2006 9:50 pm

OOC: Doesn't belong in the multiverse - moved to Fiction Based.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry wrote:If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.

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