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 Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 10:13 pm
This post will be updated as new major RP arcs unfold. For now, we're back to normal ASDF interregnum. Everyone gets a million XP. Extremis Rock, pp. 1-9 Extremis Rock
Nida's Ascendancy 1.) The storyA quick synopsis: A while back, Nida disappeared. Just up and vanished. Which wasn't terribly abnormal, but when her absence began to show around the base, Tanasha grew worried. A team was sent out to investigate Nida's badlands cavern hi deout. What they found was unusual in the extreme: All of Nida's notes and equipment were intact and present, including the genetics labs which had produced the variants of Extremis copulus, the common tentacle monster; however, Nida herself had left no trace of the cause of her absence, and there wasn't a single tentacle monster to be found. Not even Fluffy, her pet copulus who was a fixture around both her home and the ASDF base. Nida's record was flagged and filed, but after exhaustive investigations proved fruitless, her case was marked "cold" and tucked away. One week ago, that changed. Intel reports demonstrated that Nida had indeed returned. Satellites had photographed her leading a unit of five amphibious mecha (variants on the Marauder/Officer's Battlepod chassis) out of the bay by the outpost, skirting the outpost's sensor perimeter, and eventually returning to the water. Nida herself had made an appearance, standing on her mecha's shoulder... and boy howdy, that new haircut made her look like a new woman. ((Reference IC profile for images.)) Since then, there has been nothing. No activity, no radio messages, no turbulence in the bay. No change in Nida's former home. But her case is no longer cold, and despite the usual intel clampdown, there are a few whispers in the repair bays late at night... And now, just this minute, as you read this, a sensor has been tripped at the outpost. Something is about to happen.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 11:24 pm
Tanasha is, unfortunately, on the can at the moment - Sorry, but you've seen too many movies, kid. Ya can't always be right where you need to be when important events start. sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 7:56 pm
Three mecha crested the calm water of the bay by the outpost on a sunny morning. They advanced up the slope toward shore until their hip actuators were just above the water's surface, then they settled into the silt and stood still. Water streamed from the refrigeration packs around the ERPPCs in their arms. Marauders, by the look of them; adaptations of Officer's Battlepods made for mixed-range operations.
In the lead vehicle, whose chassis was painted to resemble a xenomorph from the popular Alien movie franchise, a red leather-skinned creature with blue palm-frond hair pored over readouts on her secondary monitor.
The voice which issued from her throat - she never properly opened her mouth - was inhuman, grating, unmodulated; however, it apparently carried information across the encrypted radio band, because moments later a response crackled in her neurohelmet headphones.
||Yes sir,|| the sibilant voice replied. The machine to her right nodded its wedge-shaped body, birdlike in its motion. ||They've got two patrols overlapping this area. They can't have any more than two aerolances worth of ready-fives. We take down four, avoid the outpost cannon, and we're golden.||
Another burst of organic static from the red creature.
||Copy that, Mother. All units at the ready. Javelin One is go.||
The three mecha loped into a run, breaking the sensor perimeter around the outpost as they hit shore. They were joined by a fourth vehicle: a tracked LRM carrier which had apparently been adapted for amphibious operation.
The first alarms began braying in the outpost's quarters.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 10:02 pm
The defenses silently zoomed in on the offenders. The MPs in the security core focused in on the disturbance and started preping the systems to ambush the unidentified units. No cameras swiveled to face them, no weapons swiveled to greet them, and no alarms sounded outside the outpost's walls, but inside the gears were in motion for an impromptu ambush of the sneak attack. They weren't going to fire first, but they fully intended to fire last
While it was true that the outpost was low on fighters as many had been reassigned to cover the barton airspace via HQ, it was also true that the ASDF kept some ground-pounders around it's bases to fill in the gaps. This base was down to a lone squad, and half thit's pilots were asleep when the alarms started blaring.
Fortunately for them, all they needed to do is get outside and restrict the enemy's movements enough for the defenses to do their job.
Unfortunately, they only had a few minutes to get ready to play their parts.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 3:18 pm
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 9:01 pm
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 10:36 pm
More than a year ago, the ASDF Blue Roses Squadron had a major shift in command. Eileen Erin Patterson, their young CO, had been mysteriously transferred to the GNG's R&D division and leadership given to her XO, Cameron Saunders. Blue Roses One, the infamous teal and gold VB-6 Koenig Monster, was reassigned accordingly. Within the following months, yet another reassignment hit the Roses: this time the entire squadron was retasked with protecting the Orbital Bombardment Platform array. It was partly through their diligence and firepower that those installations still exist today.
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o/~ "Yo party time! Ah yeah! Time to party time! Ah yeah! Uhn!" o/~
The heavily japanese-accented song filled the near-spherical cockpit much like the wide blue Gaian sky that occupied the All-Around-Environment display screen. The Bose 18 piece speaker system started as a personal request, but now came standard, and Eileen couldn't have been happier. Nodding appreciatively to the beat, brown hair bouncing against their braided confines, and long bangs flopping past her left eye to feather her cheek, the young woman checked her trajectory one more time, then idly wondered aloud if 'they' would recognize her. "I hope they like the present I brought them!" She finished, with a light giggle before flipping on her comm. "Vector Luna to Boiled Clam, we're approaching ASDF main airspace. Time to let them know we're here." <> "*giggle* Well, we'll see...Over."
With a tap of a preset button, Eileen redirected her communications to the ASDF Control Tower. "Control, this is Deathdance, V-Luna escorting carrier 'Boiled Clam', authorization GNG-0-52-117A. Seeking our landing clearances, Over!" She nodded once to the camera mounted between her control handles, and Boiled Clam's operator sent the encrypted copy of the Aquarion Project's transfer details to the Tower as well.
"Hopefully they've unearthed the landing site already... I hear things have been really busy lately."
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 5:01 pm
((OOC: I'll give Griffin enough time to start getting her unit mobile before my next post. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 7:09 pm
OOC: You realize that it would take awhile for her crew to get there once they're in the air, right? sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 8:53 pm
Tanasha OOC: You realize that it would take awhile for her crew to get there once they're in the air, right? sweatdrop ((OOC: Hence why I said "start getting her unit mobile", as opposed to "arrive on the scene". razz ))
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 9:18 pm
Saoszuc ((OOC: Hence why I said "start getting her unit mobile", as opposed to "arrive on the scene". razz )) OOC: The point is that there's enough of a time difference so that she can get her craft in the air after the fun starts without it being a retcon. OOC: This RP has to move faster, as slow RPs die. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 12:46 am
Tanasha OOC: This RP has to move faster, as slow RPs die. sweatdrop ((OOC: Soooo...who's in charge of the control tower these days? ninja *points upwards*))
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 8:23 am
((OOC: Pushy, pushy. razz ))
||Sir, we're showing no sign of ready-five activity.||
s**t. They're not gonna bite so easily.
The creature popped her harness, cracked her cockpit, and crept out onto the ball-joint shoulder actuator of her mecha. She stood on her hind legs, spread her arms and tentacles wide, and waved a "come get it" gesture. The whole time, her gravelly, guttural voice sounded over the secure commline.
||Copy, sir.|| The other mecha began spreading themselves out on the shore, looking to get wide enough that a single orbital strike couldn't wipe out the whole unit. When the maneuvers were finished, a keening whine sounded from the cockpits of each mecha: the LRM carrier had achieved a solid lock on one of the sensor suites atop the outpost, and its TAG laser was transmitting targeting data to all friendly units.
At a barked command from the red-skinned creature, a flurry of missiles burst from the bulky firing pack mounted to the carrier's body. Twenty in all, they streaked toward the sensor pod.
I can only assume they have AMS systemry. We'll just see whether they're willing to keep sitting on their hands even if none of those missiles makes it to target.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 10:26 am
Ai Leen Tanasha OOC: This RP has to move faster, as slow RPs die. sweatdrop ((OOC: Soooo...who's in charge of the control tower these days? ninja *points upwards*)) OOC: Give yourself clearance, you don't need to wait for me for that. ^^;;
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 6:42 pm
((OCC: well Ill leave the defenses to T-Boss, time for moving out!!!, BTW acording to the new Rank system I believe Im captain so Ill take that as my rank)) *Griffin was on her desk, checking papers, damages cost, repair cost, and the like, when a tramission arrived at her com-device* Central Com:
Griffin:
Central Com:
Griffin:
*Griffin abandoned her office and closed the door, she started to run trough the hallways and reached the hangar in about 10 minutes, she dressed up and grabs her helmet, after a small walk wich took her 2-3 minutes she arrived at the cockpit of Goddess, while she arrived at her fighter, 3 other fighters VF-1J where been pulled to the airstrip*
Griffin:
Tower:
*Griffin craft started to be pulled from the hangar, meanwhile her squad took off, finally, Goddess where placed on the airstrip, when sudenly a transmision reached her com*
Tower:
Griffin:< What!!!! give me clearence know!!, red alert all stations and prepare backup in case I need it, inform comander Tanasha and Lt. Burton ASAP>
Tower: < You are cleared to take off your squad is on the air, good hunting Captain>
Griffin:
*Griffin fighter takes speed on the airstrip and takes off with a blast of fire from the thrusters*
Griffin:
Cris Baxter:
Alina Terrance
Dan Reyd
((OCC: I will be using these 3 npc as my backup as there are no other to assist me unless mokono or Thrie show up, In my next post Ill will post a small bio of them))
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