Shadowed Sky ( a giant mecha RP )

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[Grim_Angel_DarthMalice]

A beeping signal lit up on Artemis' panel, a contact from the Sunset revolution. On the other end, a femlae was waiting. Hawk, a high ranked commander of the Sunset Revolution, waited on the other end.
In her past life, Jeane Hashene was a child of the Aristocracy- she was given everything she needed growing up, and money was never an issue of any sort. she was often careed for and guarded, and went to the best schools, although machines were always her first love.
But that was behind her. When she had learned of the ruth behind the government, she had left her family. acording to official records, she was a casualty of war, and one of the first of the terrorist group she had helped found. In truth, she was one of it's original members, and she hadhelped them steal thier first Mobile Arms for use. her knowledge of the uppercrust was invaluable, and had earned her the callsign Hawk, because she knew how to pick high impact targets, ones that would cause maximum damage to the Federation or maximum exposure for the revolution.
So she waited, calmly, for thier mercenary to pick up. He wasn't the only one on the payroll, but his success rate was invaluable. Transmitting her scrambled identification code, she made sure that there would be no worry of hacked communications or misidentification. WHen he answered, she would speak first, adjusting her glasses
"Excellent work, as always... Your normal fee has been transmitted to your account Artemis"

[Redmage102]

The leader of the Sunset Revolution, Laharl Talam, was sitting in the secret base of the hideout used by the revolitionaries. The room hhe was in was of a Large size with a long confrence table with chairs surronding it and one chair at the end that was slightly bigger than the others. Laharl was sittiong in that larger chair. In the middle of the table a moniter had raised up and was showing the actions of the mercanary, Artemis Freelow, ccomleeting his mission succefully. "Good, good it's all coming toghther quite nicely."

[Miles Freelow]

Artemis Freelow / Annette

Artemis looked at the monitor as the call went through.He listened quite carefully and nodded to what was said he couldn't help but say it, since he was the type to do so...

"Anything for the S.R., but don't bother with the money this time, it's on me. This mission didn't cost me much."

Artemis turned the monitor off and started to make way back to his secret storage warehouse. He then received a call, the voice in as heavy of a British accent as his own.

"Good day Artemis. Now, I have a mission for you transmitted from an unknown company, they want you to do a little.... 'Dirty work' for them. Do you think your up to it? They say the pay will be enough to say, overhaul Duo, and then you can get that custom uniform."

Artemis looked to the other speaker and sighed. Annette decided it was her turn to chip in.

"Do it art, you know you'll need the money because you denied the payment for the last mission. Plus you can finally fix my image put-out."

Artemis pondered over it with himself, then he nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it.And Annie, I think it's more roomier in here with you stuck in that speaker. This frame was built for combat and speed, not luxury roominess."

[Grim_Angel_DarthMalice]

The voice stuttered slightly on the other side of the comlink, and continued
'Thank you sir, have a nice day."
Upon breaking contact, the woman stood up, grabbing a coat from the rack behind her. While Hawk was anything but the tallest or most well-formed woman in the world, she had a simple Beauty to her, an elegance that showed in every step she made. Wearing a bright green t-shirt over short green shorts, she placed the long black jacket over these. Black socks rose past her knees, leading to black clogs, revealing a decent amount of thigh. Her sparkling green eyes were framed by her long blonde hair, a pair of simple glasses on her face as she walked, carrying a few folders, through the base. With this, she came to the door of her commander, knocking on the door quietly
"Odin, sir, it's Hawk. May I enter?"
Despite having a gentle and kind voice, Hawk could be scary as hell when she wanted to be, and had a very short fuse for laziness.

[Renketsu Himore]

//Devon Fierce\

Devon had just completed another assignment, and made a decent amount of cash from just an "escort" mission. The convoy he was suppose to watch was ambushed by four MA's and one Frame. He had taken a few hits, but it was nothing a few hours in the repair bay couldn't fix. He sat back in his chair as he moved the machine into it's holding fixtures, then opened the cockpit and sighed. With closed eyes he said "Serene, sorry about the holes" He then laughed slightly as he image appeared on the holograpic projector. "Devon, it's fine. You did your best, and we're still in one piece, thats all that matters" Serene Haze said as she started running a systems check. "Yeah, well, try not to get to emotional when they repair White Glint. It'll be ok." He then took a deep breath and grabbed onto the hook that pulled him into the cockpit, and Serene Haze Lowered him to the floor. He pulled out an earpiece, and placed it in his right ear. "testing, test. Treis, you there?" he said as tried to make some form of communication.

[Grim_Angel_DarthMalice]

Treis, meanwhile, was currently in transit, his soldiers and he were returning from deployment, and the male was working on his Mobile Arm, the AI for his frame playing an old musical score for him from her databanks. Since the New Earth Federation's existence, many AI's awakened had helped to restore the works of some of the greats of the arts- music, poetry, theatre and the like. Some AI's kept data on more recent music as well. For example, Iris had a complte playlist devoted to a pre-cataclysm band known as Dragonforce, in the genre of what iris had called 'heavy metal'.
They were Treis' favorite band, and one of Treis' favorite songs, "Through the Fire and Flames" was playing
"On a cold winter morning in the time before the light
In flames of death's enternal reign we ride towards the fight
When the darkness has fallen down and the times are tough alright
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight.
Fighting hard fighting on for the steel through the wastelands evermore
The scattered souls will feel the hell bodies wasted on the shores
On the blackest plains in hell's domain we watch them as they go
In fire and pain now once again we know.
So now we fly ever free, we're free before the thunderstorm
On towards the wilderness- hm?"
He stopped as he notticed a small red light blinking, lowering the volume completely and preessing a few buttnons, immediatly snapping to attention- after all, the voice on the other end, if Treis was not mistaken, was that of a higher ranking officer, Devon Fierce
"Treis here, go ahead sir."
he activated a small computer, so that the commander could see him if he desired to

[Renketsu Himore]

//Devon Fierce\

Devon laughed when he heard Treis speak. "I'm not much older than you, and I've told you before to call me Devon. Sir is too formal for my liking. Anyway, what are you up to? I just got back in and White Glint is undergoing repairs, want to shoot a round of pool or grab a drink?" He said as he turned a corner and walked into his room. Since the comm device was in his ear, he was able to change out of his pilot suit and into more casual clothes. He then turned onh is computer and linked his earpiece to it, allowing an image of Treis to pop on screen and vice versa.

[Grim_Angel_DarthMalice]

"I understand that Devon, but it's protocol and all, and you know how some superior officers are about it. You may not be much older than me, but you are one of my superior officers"
Relaxing visibly, he went back to his own work, angling the camera so he could still talk to the officer- Treis was one of the few ranked officers who actually did the repairs on his own Mobile Arm, he enjoyed it.
"I ran the Gouh a bit harder than I probably should have. If I keep running it like I run the Eagle, I'm gonna burn out the entire machine. Anyway, I'm just returning from a small mission in sector E-39. It wasn't revolution troops like the dispatch believed, just some raiders with some old arms, I took them out easily. Nothing to get too excited about..."
very suddenly, the screen that Devon was watching on flickered with static, then lowered, cutting the image in half. On the other half, a white background apeared, a small progress bar rapidly loading and letting lines of indecipherable, glowing purple code drop in the background, which swirled and turned into a stylized, blue eagle decal. from the bottom of the screen, a chibi jumped up, the image that of an irresistably cute catgirl with pink hair and fur, a large bell on her neck, pink mittens and boots highlighting a white dress and giant, dark purple eyes
"O~hai~o Devon-sama! Treis-kun's mission was completed wih 100 percent efficiency today! Even though he knows he's not supposed to personally take the field for such a small scale mission!"
she giggled and smiled- Iris was a very skilled A.I., and often hacked her way into any communication Treis was a part of, so this was a natural and common occurence. The male sighed and shook his head
"I didn't feel like troubling my subordinates, so I gave them leave. it's not a big deal"

[Renketsu Himore]

//Devon Fierce\

Devon smiled when he saw Treis's A.I appear. "Hey Iris, but still. Small scale or no, you should only run the Gouh when it's appropriate. Thats why I'm constantly tuning White Glint, adding new weights to balance her" He always refered to White Glint as it was a female "Still, if you and I were to fight, your gouh against my Frame, you'd lose" He then stuck out his tounge and laughed. "So, I assume your on your way back to the base then hmm? Got a report filled out for the Admiral?" He may have been a joker, but when the time came to be serious, he always looked stone cold. "Either way, Serene's filling mine out."

[Miles Freelow]

Artemis Freelow / Annette

Artemis received a picture on the monitor along with schematics He looked as the voice continued on stating his next mission

.

"Okay Artemis, they want you to take out some competition. There's a factory making MAs, or their new nickname for them, normals. Do this quickly. For every MA you destroy, and for every square foot you destroy of that building, you will be paid proportionately. They do not care about human casualty, and even say they might pay you more. Now are you ready to do this?"

Artemis was astounded at the last of what he said. He narrowed his eyes and spoke frankly to the screen.

"Look, I'm not here to kill people. I disable the corporations. I'll do what I can."

He sped off towards the factory, on the way he sighed as the speaker came back on.

"Artemis, I know you don't want to hurt anyone, but how are you going to pull this off?"

"Annie, don't worry about that..."

Artemis got to the factory and opened the cockpit holding a mic.

"All workers of this factory, please leave. I don't want to hurt you. Wake up the sleeping, and run. I beg of you. This is for the better good of your tomorrow, where large corporations will not rule this land!"

With his voice resonating around the factory, the people all filed out. Once he saw the last person out, he hopped out of his frame and carried a flashlight in with him. He inspected the premise and once cleared he aimed his shoulder mounted grenade and shot it into the factory. The blast detonated a pile of oil tanks. Heleft as the building crumbled, as well as the MAs inside.

[Riana Williams]

~`Riana Williams`~

The Tanker’s wrecked body leaned lazily up against the remains of some large building, which was surprisingly sturdy. For the most part she was in one piece, but absolutely covered in scars. She wasn’t much to look at, not now anyway. Though for the most part she was in perfect running condition - that is, except for the required regular maintenance. The damaged MA was a certainly menacing thing to look at, with its already monstrous appearance paired with its numerous battle scars it sure looked something to be feared.

There was another thing to be said for its pilot. She was in no way menacing, and even out of place piloting a Mobile Arm with looks such as hers. However, appearances are always deceiving. She was perfectly in place, as far as she was concerned. She could out-do most mechanics in the Federation, which suited the task she was doing quite well.

She was currently crouched over the hydraulic assembly on the right shoulder of her MA, fiddling with it to get it to reactivate. It had failed in her last attempt to open the hatch to fire the shoulder mounted missiles. It wasn’t a fatal malfunction but an annoying one to say the least. She worked with the machine almost lovingly, being careful to use a tender touch whilst working on it. Though, it was still tiring work, and she was getting warm.

Gracefully, she slid her jacket off and laid it behind her, and slipped a piece of cloth that dangled between her belt and her pants out and tied it on her head as a bandana, to keep her hair out of her face better. With that, the leaned over the assembly again and began working on it, hopeful to get it done soon. Though there was no direct sunlight it was still noticeable when it set, it got very dark, and of course very cold. She wanted to finish this up at least before nightfall, because she didn’t want to have to bother with it the next day.

[Redmage102]

Laharl ran his fingers through his brown hair as the screen on the table lowered down to a section below. He stood up and straightened his red and white jacket and his blue pants. He was pacing back and forth in the room thinking of every step he planned to take like he had down day after day since he started the revolution. He heard Hawk ask to come in and stopped.
"Yeah come in."
He took his seat he had been sitting in earlier and waited for her to enter.

[Grim_Angel_DarthMalice]

She nodded and entered, her coat following her as she placed the files down on the table, clearing her throat and speaking up.
"I've finished this week's reports. We're doign... well... alright. We're breaking even, for the most part, but we are facing a slight decline in our war chest sir. But that's not important yet. I've got information you'll find... interesting."
Pulling out a manilla folder with the New Federation logo, stamped with a huge, red confidential logo. Department 7.
That was always worth invesitagting. Department 7 was in charge of military R&D. furthermore, they were in charge of excavation of new Frames. With a single push, the blonde sent the envelope sliding across the table to her leader, a nice thick one. Only one thing it could be- for the longest time, the revolution had been trying to boost it's small number of Frames by actually beeting the military to grabbing one from the ruins. If this envelope was what it looked like, it meant Hawk had (probably and actually) at great risk to herself, finally gotten the location of one that the military hadn't claimed yet.

"Please, I wouldn't need the Eagle to take on Glint- remember, skill of a pilot can outclass a tech disadvantage."
Treis was, of course, also joking around with the male- he held great respect for his skill, and knew he would need to use the Eagle to beat Glint, but when the conversation got serious once again, he matched the demeanor
"Yes Sir. I've been dictating the report to iris, and she was about to send it."
"Hai!- ah... hmmm... Treis-kun, you've got mail!"
The same message was about to find it's way into Devon's inbox as well, and was a set of new marching orders- a new frame had been found in Sector D-16, and both of thier squadron's had been called in for extra security

[Renketsu Himore]

//Devon Fierce\

Devon grinned when he read the e-mail. He then pressed his commlink and said "Serene, are repairs almost finished?" "Yes, just running a system's check and we'll be good to go." "Excellent". He then brought his attention back to Treis. "Well, looks like we'll have to wait a whilefor me to dismantle your machine" He then laughed and added "Alright, well I guess i'll see you in the field." He then shot Treis a salute and closed the conversation window. He pressed his hand to his commlink again and said"Serene, get the squad read, we're going into action in less than ten minutes."

[Renketsu Himore]

((Umm, I have no idea what happened to the rp, but I'm still interested in going on if anyone else is.))