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 Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2004 6:55 pm
Que_Arres "But... wait! I want to go too! I need to practice too!" "OK, but bring some ear protection. This stuff is loud, and I don't want to have you deafened, even temporarily. Just give me a few minutes to get the rest of my equipment. You get your stuff too. We can meet back here when we're ready." He then walked off to his room to get the rest of his stuff.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2004 1:58 pm
Partisus "OK, but bring some ear protection. This stuff is loud, and I don't want to have you deafened, even temporarily. Just give me a few minutes to get the rest of my equipment. You get your stuff too. We can meet back here when we're ready." He then walked off to his room to get the rest of his stuff." blaugh !" She skipped away to get some of her other inventions and quickly made it back."OK Partisus! Whenever you get back, I'm ready to go!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2004 1:21 pm
Ariel:Sir, your F-29 fighter is being delivered to the ship now.
*Sits up*
An F-29 I don't remember ordering an.. Oh right the race its in Avantgarde isn't it.
Ariel:Gosh I would have thought you remembered this.
Wait a minute your saying I'm in the race.
Ariel:Yep, I took the liberty of signing you up. I mean come on its in Avantgarde. We've been there already and flew through the floating scrapyard from the ghostie's and pirates. You should have no problem. Besides there's not much else there except for the asteroid field. Unless they stage the race IN Avantgarde. but..
Your doing it again Ariel.
Ariel:sorry
well anyways I guess I'll go down to the hangars and check out the fighter. It's in the same bay as my ship right?
Ariel:Yes.
Good. I'll load it onto my ship after some practice and then we'll be on our way to Avantgarde.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2004 1:35 pm
Dion: *Pilotting the F-29 to dock it into the White Phantom Warship, he recieves a good luck call from Zenk.*
Zenk: I heard from Xath and Jeggar. You're going on a one million creds race?
Is that all they meantioned? The million creds?
Well, I heard most of the basics. We're counting on you, Dion.
Right. I'll send you guys the details after each race.
*Seeing as docking is complete, he prepares to exit.*
I'll have to go now. I'll contact you whenever you're in range. *End transmission.*
*He opens the hatch of the F-29's cockpit, and hops out. One of the crews of the ship would lead him to where the other pilots were.*
Arc: Don't worry, guys. I won't let you guys down.
Frank: You'd better not. We could really use that 25,000 credits we bet on ya.
Robert: What are you going to use it on, Frank?
Eh, I don't know. Maybe buy myself a good ship like Arc's. It's annoying having to take a bus shuttle to places.
*He notices Arc when he arrives.*
.. So that's the guy who fought against us at Vann Sky.. We'll see who's going to win this Grand Prix..
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2004 12:38 pm
Ward: *Sitting at his desk in his electronics repair shop, after replacing a few simple batteries on a couple of orders he has had, he takes out his lunch, a sandwich he had bought on the way to his shop and a coffee, onto the desk. There was still more time until his customers would come to pick up their items.. and he had finished all the work by then, unless another customer would come in to have another item repaired. He turns the 3D TV on and watches the Tech Science Channel, where he would study the technology of those of common, household electronic appliances to the average Mech Maintenance for advanced mechanics. Taking a bite out of his ham'n'salad sandwich, studying the circuit wirings on the a Luxury Space Ship, the old-fashioned ring phone that he had been using eversince he had fixed starts ringing violently. He picks up.*
Home Electronics Repair Shop, how may I help you?
Arc: Hey, Ward, it's me. Arc. Are you busy?
Nah. Just finished all my work and I just have to wait for the customers to come pick their stuff up.
Hm.. alright. Well, I just heard from the Race Manager that we're allowed to hire our own mechanics during the Grand Prix. The others and I were wondering if you'd be interested. You'll get to watch the race live and get to visit the other colonies as well.
Sounds like a good deal. But I'll have to see. If I can put it in in my schedule, I'll gladly come. Depends mostly on how business goes though, so I'll let you know then.
Alright then. We'll be waiting for your call. *Ends transmission.*
*Finishing his lunch, he turns off his TV and begins to make calls to the customers to let them know that their electronic equipments have been repaired.*
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2004 1:03 pm
Dion: *He leans on a wall behind a potted, large plant, eavesdropping on Arc and the others.*
Robert: So it seems like you're the only one pilotting the Methus, huh? The Methus doesn't really have much armor, but it doesn't really matter in this case since it's a race more than anything.
Frank: Hey, I got a call from Ward. He said he's coming with us since all the customers came to pick up their stuff.
Arc: Alright. Sounds good. Now what do you guys want to do while we wait for the departure? I'm sure we have some time until then.
I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat. o.o
Right, but shouldn't we wait for Ward first?
Yeah, I guess so. Hey, I wonder if the others here would want to go out and eat with us.
*To the racer pilots in the room.* Hey, you guys want to go get something to eat with us?
*He comes out from behind the plant.*
I guess I'll get something to eat. ( And find out some info perhaps.. )
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 2:40 pm
*passes security, fails to notice everyones mouths dropping, and sees chick next to her, introduces self* "hey, im saoirse, whats your name? will you be living around here?" *exchange vid-numbers, and move on*
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2004 8:51 pm
Guilliam: Well, it's about time to send the E-Mails for the Grand Prix.........*Flips out his Vid Phone and begins tapping away at the buttons*
*Heath walks up having finished a weekend of unloading all his ships parts and mechs*
Heath: So, you plan to start this weekend?
Guilliam: Thats the general idea. I'm a bit worried though. Pirate attacks are becoming a little frequent. I've noticed a few of the better pilots are coming along with us on the Grand Prix. Governor Trufeld is staying, so if those losers with Zenk come back, I know there won't be any problems but....
Heath: Zeta Series?
Guilliam: It wouldn't surprise me if they decided to try something during the Grand Prix.
Heath: You worry too much. Just get out there and give these people some fun.........and let the government give them some money.
Guilliam: Hah hah ha! Whoda thought I'd be running this gig when I first came here?
Heath: The boss has some pretty weird ideas. What exactly did he want to do with this operation?
Guilliam: It was originally intended to find new pilots for the Zeta Class, but with the units stolen, it's just for relaxation now. Something to give the citizens some amusement. *Finishes clicking around the Vid Phone* There. All the letters have been sent. {SEE VANGUARDIAN RACING THREAD ALL GRAND PRIX PARTICIPANTS}. Just have to hope for the best then.
Tack: STONERRRRRRRRRRRRRR SUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!*His yelling echoes throughout the hangar*
Jace: Waugh!
Heath:.......kids........
Guilliam: Sounds like Tack uploaded Super Robot Wars into the Training Simulator again.
Heath: Well, we ARE here on leave I guess.......maybe I should take a break too.
Guilliam: Sorry old man. You gotta get all the paperwork in order for our flights.
Heath: ME?! What the *Censored* about you?!
Guilliam: Sorry, but I have some other matters to attend to.
Heath: Yeah, I bet. Nice comfy bed I bet.
Guilliam: Of course not.......{Not for another couple of hours anyway}
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 7:19 pm
Ward: *After confirming with the security of the Carrier ship, White Phantom, he makes his way to the wide, open room where the other pilots that have already docked their racer ships lounged. Upon arrival, he noticed another person in the group with Robert and the others.*
Sorry I'm late. Anyway, who's this?
Dion: *Raises a brow at him as he questions to himself in his mind, ".. I'm a 'this'.. ?"*
Frank: That's Dion Zegard, one of the racer pilots that's in the race. He'll be joining us to our meal.
Oh, alright. Nice to meet you, Mr. Zegard. I'm Ward Nobles.
*He takes out his hand for a hand shake.*
Hm. *Trying to avoid being too rude to them when he is going to have a meal with them, he shakes hands with him with his gloved hand.*
Arc: Now that we're all here, let's go eat now. I'm sure everyone's hungry now.
*He leads the group out of the White Panthom and to the elevator to go back up to Vanguard City.*
So the group meets Dion as a fellow racer pilot, but Arc has yet to know what strong rivalry is about to be born between them.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2004 10:10 pm
*looks around for info kiosk thing...* *finds something that looks helpful* *walks up to desk*
grumpy lady behind the counter (glbtc): can i help you?
saoirse: yes, as a matter of fact, im looking for a realty office.
glbtc: a what?
saoirse: you know a place that helps you find housing or whatever to live in, sorry, you must have a different word for that, im not from around here.
glbtc: right, well youll find a few of what youre looking for around that hall, and down 18 storys.
saoirse: 18!? *looks shocked*
glbtc: yes, 18.
*walks around hall* *hears glbtc muttering something about "darned" foreigners*
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 4:42 pm
At Under Vanguard City, the two pilots and the three mechanics were on their way back to the Axis Tower for the elevators. They would speed down the halls of the underground, mall-like basement floor on the micro-bearing road ( Explained in Definintion thread. ).
Ward: So, are you guys nervous about the race?
Arc: Maybe.. but I'm more focused on pilotting the Methus. That's how I was trained to do so whenever I am pilotting.
Frank: Yeah.. I was meaning to ask you about that.. The way you pilot.. it seems too good for a pilot of your age.
I graduated from a pilotting school outside of this colony's government.. I was one of the Top 200 of the students there..
Dion: Top 200.. ?
*He looks at him curiously, only to see a common, average seventeen year old in front of him.*
There were plenty of people that were above me, of course.
Must've been a really good school if you learned how to pilot like that from there.
*He seemed to have just disregard Frank's comment as they reach the center, at the elevators.*
We're here. We should get to the White Phantom now. It should be going through the post-flight maintenance right now.
Robert: Alright. Frank, Ward and I will do the maintenance for the Methus then when we get there.
Great.. work right after we ate..
As they enter the elevator, Dion seems to push himself in between the others, noticing the security cameras in the area.. He was aware of the upgraded security due to the pirates..
Soon after they reach the docking bay of where the White Phantom is, the five of them returns to the lounge.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2004 8:37 pm
*After taking care of some last minute preparations, Guilliam heads down to the hangar of the Golden Phoenix Casino to board the White Phantom bound for Avantgarde. Upon disembarking from the elevator, he is greeted by a small floating white sphere*
Haro: Haro! What's up?
Guilliam: I have to get ready for the trip Haro.
Haro: Racing? Haro?
Guilliam: Yes. The Grand Prix is starting on Sunday. The Cruiser plans to stay in Avantgard for a few days and then move to the next course.
Haro: Can't wear the pilots out! Haro!
Guilliam: Yeah, they get a little R n' R after each race.....but not too much now.
Haro: Good Luck! Haro!
Guilliam: Thanks. Transmit the usual reports while I'm gone. You should have the usual programs and subroutines input already for my abscence.
Haro: Check Check! Haro!
Guilliam: Good. Let me know of any updates that occur while I'm away. And try not to be conspicuous.
Haro: No problem! Haro! *Turns around and crashes into a wall* BONK! Haro....
Guilliam:.......maybe we need a new Haro to look around........*Heads off to the White Phantom, seeing a few pilots already gathered around the ship*
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 5:52 pm
*After contacting a couple of people to discuss about matters of security and defense against the pirates, he recieves a transmission.*
Transmission: The Aqua Valiance is ready for departure, Governor Trufeld. The crews will be awaiting for your arrival.
Alright. We will be there shortly.
*He ends the transmission, and turns to Vicki who was still there in the room.*
Vicki, are you ready? We'll be headed for Mithril Legion before we get to Avantgarde to pick up Kujaviak.
Rolard: o.o Squawk!
*As soon as he notices Locke get up from the desk, he soars over to him and lands on his shoulder. After that, he looks around curiously to see what the occasion was.*
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 6:01 pm
Locke Trufeld *After contacting a couple of people to discuss about matters of security and defense against the pirates, he recieves a transmission.*Transmission: The Aqua Valiance is ready for departure, Governor Trufeld. The crews will be awaiting for your arrival. Alright. We will be there shortly.
*He ends the transmission, and turns to Vicki who was still there in the room.*
Vicki, are you ready? We'll be headed for Mithril Legion before we get to Avantgarde to pick up Kujaviak.Rolard: o.o Squawk!
*As soon as he notices Locke get up from the desk, he soars over to him and lands on his shoulder. After that, he looks around curiously to see what the occasion was.*
Peppermint: ::Wakes up from her nap.:: o.o Meow?
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 7:51 pm
*Making his way to the teleportation device, he would pick up any necessary items that were left on the desk. After he reaches the machine, he sets the coordinates to the teleportation device of the Aqua Valiance. He steps in with Rolard sitting on his shoulder, him knowing the usual teleportation routine from when he had started setting coordinates, and awaits for Vicki.*
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