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Doctor skimmed over the initial information,"Do you know the names and faces of any opposing teams?"He asked,"And I don't knock."
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[Actually I just pulled that bullshit out of my a** so I didn't have to rewrite my intro...which I might...because it sucked. And now I have writer's block, which sucks harder, because everyone is online...which means the longer it takes me to figure out what the hell I'ma do for my new intro, the farther behind i get.]
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((why not say that your character was scouting out other people and had snuck into nation of your choice? ^^ and for the record, I thought your intro was pretty good ))
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[I can do much better. Watch.]
------ "Scouting mission." the man said, handing Cyril the manila folder. He opened it, read the file quickly, and handed it back. "I don't spy. The Longshots are snipers, fighters...not spies." he told the man, shaking his head. "I won't do it." "I think you will...read the last part of the document." he said. Cyril re-read it. Suddenly, he rethought his whole position. "In that case...I'll see you later." Cyril said, shaking the man's hand. The document said that he would be paid quite well for this...and it was a good opportunity to figure out his opponents in the battle. He made his way to the hangars, humming. He climbed aboard his decked out Gun Sniper. It barely even looked like the original model now, with all the add-ons he'd put...including... "Rational-thinking Artificial Intelligence System, version two-point-zero-four-two, online. Scanning...engine systems, online and functioning. Radar, online and functioning. Weapons, locked and loaded. All other essential systems, five by five." a computerized voice informed Cyril as soon as he started up the Zoid. "Alright...let's go." he said, taking a few steps forward, then left, and out the hangar, the loud thumps reverberating through the hangar as he went on his way. He would have a long way to go before he arrived at his first stop...any nation he wanted. "Ray, bring up a map...and some stats on all the nation's top Zoid fighters. Set autopilot for forward heading, and I'll give you directions later." he said, as the requests appeared on the screen. A map, and some folder icons. Cyril began giving voice commands to navigate, reading up on what little information he had available to him right now: and it was very little. Not many nations had accessible profiles. A lot was behind lock and key in their servers. ----- [Now...who should I go visit first...^^ Basically, who's still outside?] |
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((XD that was great too! But everyone is inside I believe...though the hanger to the one where Chaos and Amphy should still be open since Chaos is still working on her shadow fox ))
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TinyDog Doctor skimmed over the initial information,"Do you know the names and faces of any opposing teams?"He asked,"And I don't knock." "Yeah I'm starting to hack into the Systems now to get their names and you should learn to knock-I could've been changing clothes or something for all you knew..." Said Mirabelle as she had blushed a little bit while typing fast. |
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While Everyone else was Out on their Practice run the Teams Fastest member was Working on her Own Zoid back at base. Monica had what might be classified as the fastest Zoid on the team Even if the Neo Liger Had some throtal Behind it. she smiled as she went over the Diaignostics of the Zoid one final time. she had found the broken Zoid more or less in one piece three years ago and had rebuilt it stronger and better then before and now lived her life as a Pilot. her Left hand Blazed across the the keyboard like it was two hands at once while her Right arm hung limply by her side. she was cursed to have been struck by a Rare condtion known as Doll Syndrome that Paralysis her Entire Right arm from the shoulder down to her finger tips but with advancments in Technology she has found ways around it. she Finished her Final Calabrations before leaving the computer and Climbing into the Cockpit of her Zoid "Alright Slip Stream hope your Ready to run the training coarse" she Got a Loud Rowr from the Zoid as a Responce as she Cliped a Special Visor over her Right eye that gave her diagnostic Details on the Main systems. she started up the primary Systems as the Thrusters on her Wings Flared with blue flames. she smiled as she Gave the Order "Lets move partner!" she shouted as the Zoid Rocketed itself from the hanger and Quickly across the Grounds at Rapid Speed. as her systems engaged the auto cloak she hurried for the Track where she often ran her System checks for speed and Manuevering performance. she didn't want any spies picking up on her and seeing her zoids abilities before the tournement. (edited) |
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((Back! :3))
Ragna came back, holding something behind him. "I'm back." he said, smiling from ear to ear. |
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"Hmm...Neo Arkana sounds fun." Cyril said casually, going over the files provided. Not bad pilots, if the information was to be believed. But he knew nations often forged documents to make themselves look better.
He adjusted his course appropriately and settled in as the R.A.I system took over and directed his Zoid toward their borders. He would have to take control as they passed through them to avoid conflict, but that should be a problem. And it wasn't. He passed through easily. A short beep came from his Zoid's computer. "Approaching a military base...I suggest slowing down." Ray said. Cyril nodded, taking manual control and slowing down as he crested a hill, looking down at the complex. One of the hangars was open. "Zoom in on that hangar." he ordered, and a portion of the screen became a PiP view of the hangar. A few figures milled about inside. |
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"Like you would have cared......Just pull the info...."Doctor commanded.
Chaos looked around,"I'm taking a test run...."She said as she started to walk her shadow fox out of the hanger. |
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Movement detected. Tracking. Ray informed Cyril. Already, the image zoomed out and focused on the Shadow Fox leaving the hangar. It began to analyze the Zoid, relaying info back to Cyril.
Type: Shadow Fox...I'm afraid that's all I've got...the database entry's a little incomplete on that sucker. the computer informed him. Cyril sighed. "Alright, keep on it." |
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Chaos blinked. Something felt off. She started checking her systems. Was there someone trying to hack her? "Hmm......"She looked around a bit, suddenly on guard,"Where are you........?"She mumbled.
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on her way towards the Track Monica picked up the Signal from Chao's Shadow Fox "So she taking her Fox out for a run...Huh?" she then Detected another signal from an UnIdentified Zoid in the Nearby Area "Great Another Spy Probly trying to Get Tracking Information on our Zoids and Pilots...I'd better find out whats going on..." she Had her Jager come to a full stop and check to make sure her Active Camo was still operationg properly and that the generator hadn't over heated. she then Directed it towards the soarce of the unknown signal. as she moved she could see a Faint Siloette on a Ridge over looking the Base. she smirked as she had her Jager push forwards closer towards the Unknown Zoid. |
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"What are you so chipper about Ragna?" Asked Amphy as she had looked at him before she heard Leo trying to warn her about something. "Seems like somebody's trying to check us out..." Said Amphy as she thought that she had seen another Zoid not far from Chaos.
"And what the hell does that supposed to mean?" Asked Mirabelle bluntly while noticing that somebody was trying to Counter-Attack her movements. "Come on stupid finish Printing out those Results-I've gotta shut this down quickly before they find us!" Yelled Mirabelle as she had started to type faster than ever while looking to be pretty serious. |
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Ragna was about to say something when he realized that Amphy had said there was something wrong. "It's going to have to wait." He said, rushing to the changing room.
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