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 Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 10:05 pm
::Jumps out of his racer::
What in the 9 spheres WAS that!?
I want answers. We could've been killed out there.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2004 7:21 pm
Frank: Holy crap..
*He would then be replacing the frames for the wings of the Methus, with a few hollow dents and scratches, rather deep that it had damaged the interior as well. Using his tools, he tries melding the frames back, but quite a few layers of the frame seemed to have scraped off from the attack.*
... Might as well just replace this whole damn wing.. How the heck did you get hit by that huge knuckle, Arc?
Ward: Here's the problem!
What is it, Ward?
The engines have been affected a lot from all those speed reducing missiles and engine nullifying viruses that needs filtering and rewiring. Rob, I'll need your help with this if we want to fix this up before the next race.
Robert: Alright. What should I do?
Go get me a burger.
*Falls, and breaks off the damaged part of the frames that he was cutting off to replace.*
x_o; ... Get me one too, Rob!
Okay. What about you, Arc? Want me to get you something? ... Arc?
Arc: *Thinking back at the race, when that strange Mech had attacked, he notices the odd set up that also seems to be rather near impossible, seeing as it has interfered their course through the government's Hyper Gate. Then there was the immense amount of junk left in space. What could have been there before the rubbles? And finally, what sort of Mech would have so much power as the one that had attacked them? .. Why did it attack the racers?*
Arc!
Uh.. yeah. Burger and a soda. Sorry.
Are you okay? Don't let the race get to you.
Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about what happened back there..
Oh, don't worry about it. You still have plenty of chances to get back into first.
No.. it's not that.. I just have a bad feeling about that attack..
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2004 12:53 pm
*On the bridge of the Phantom*
Heath: Yaeger.
Guilliam: *Pulls himself away from a console flashing all the information regarding ship repairs* What's up?
Heath: We found a black box from one of the wrecked ships in the junk yards. We're going to put the data on all consoles for a moment, so take a look. *He slides a few disks from the black box into the computer and broadcasts the data to the bridge crew* Jace, see if you can get us an audio. This came from a capital ship, and some of those have an audio recording in battle for training reference.
Jace: Found it sir. Accessing now......
(Recording)
Operator: Sir! We've got the enemy on the run! I've got two Musai's crashing into the planet, and the rest seem to be withdrawing!
Captain: Call all PT's to the front and have them pursue their Peregrun class! I don't want to regret anything later!
Operator: All PT units take the front line and pursue the Peregruns! All MS, take the back line and mop up any remaining suits!
Pilot Transmission: Sir! Unidentified enemy approaching fast! It's taking out our mechs.........but it's also attacking the enemy!
Captain: What?! Who is it?! What line is it in?
Pilot Transmission: It looks to be in the SGR line, but I've never seen anything of a Grungust move that fast!......it's heading for my squad........AHHHHHHHHHH! *Static*
Operator: We've just lost Red and Gold squadrons! Mech battle capacity is at fifty six percent!
Operator 2: I count that the unidentified suit has taken down thirteen Musai's and five of our own ships! The Peregruns are jumping into hyperspace!
Captain: TAKE DOWN THAT SUIT!
Operator: Sir! He's heading this way with a giant sword!
Captain: A Zankantou! He'll slice us to ribbons! Take evasive action and prepare to jump into hyperspace!
Operator: Too late!!!!!!
(The transmission goes to static)
Guilliam: I guess we can conclude that the Grungust Sigma was a total success........
Heath: Though not directly in the SRG line, the Sigma DOES look like the pilot described.....
Tack: Scarey..........the Zeta Class can do THAT much damage?
Guilliam: The Zankantou was modeled after the Zankantou Reishiki. Used properly, and you could easily take down a fleet in minutes.
Heath: The rest of the ships who didn't have the sense to escape probably wanted to capture the Sigma and use it to their own agenda.
Jace: Well, THAT worked perfectly, didn't it?
Guilliam: Why did they use it there........a test maybe?
Heath: God, I pray for whoever has to face it after THAT test.......
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2004 5:09 pm
Dion: *A loud bang can be heard through the halls of the docking bay of the large, Mobile Military Base when his fist would crash into the sturdy, metallic wall.*
Sixth place.. ! Third place to sixth! How the hell am I going to get back up.. ?! How will I prove myself worthy to Zenk?!
*He makes another punch that made another series of echoing bangs.*
Robert: *He walks down the hall with the burgers that the others back at the White Phantom had ordered.*
.. Dion, are you alright? o.o;
*He turns to see Rob standing there, and turns away to head back to the White Phantom.*
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2004 6:33 pm
The shuttle slowly docked on Mythril Legion, and the four recruits, lagged by Hyper Jump, warrily got up to go to the door. They each thoroughly checked our profiles and our ID's, to make sure no spy's were brought upon such a glorious ship. Raulnor, last in line, looked out the window at the glorious Mythril Legion.
Raulonr, bumped out of daydreaming, was called up next in line. They had me take out my two pistols, place them in a tray, and scanned me for anything suspicious. As they did this, they checked my ID and pulled up my profile. The young red-headed woman turned around and smiled;
"Ahh, Raulnor. The famous runologist, currently the only person to have mastered the craft. You can add your rune seals onto certain weapons or armor, giving them special properties. Also, you are a great fighter it states here. As the royal of this shuttle, I welcome you to the Mythril Legion."
The printer hums and shakes as it prints out his profile, and the attendant gives back his idea. They put the profile in a manilla folder, sticking that in a brief case. The royal quietly whispers 36-2-4 to me, and hands me the brief case. I step onto the Mythril Legion, and await an official to tell me my room.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2004 7:17 pm
Robert: *Returns to the docking bay of the White Phantom, where Ward, Frank, and Arc would work on the maintenance of the Methus. The meldings of the wings, the filtering and rewiring of the engines, and checking response rates of other systems.*
Frank: Finally! Food's here! .. Crap! I can't leave the wing like this! >_< Rob! Want to take over until I finish eating?
I think I'll pass. o_o;
Aw, crud..
*He continues to work on the wing, which was either way, in a state where it could not be left the way it was then.*
Ward: Alright. That should do for now. We can take a break for now, and return to work after we eat.
*He takes his gloves off as he finishes putting the engine back together. He puts down the wrenches, spanners, and the drivers. In the next minute, he had the burger in his hands.*
Arc: Thanks, Rob.
*He takes a burger and begins to eat, with his mind on the next race.*
crying I wanna eat..
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Dion: Like anyone would know anything about my current position.. What with Zenk taking me out of the actual piracy..
*He clenches his fist at the thought of Zenk's commands, at the empty lounge of the White Phantom.*
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2004 4:33 pm
Frank: Finished!
*He would back up a bit to get a better over view of the wing, after it was finished melding and the final maintenances were done. The wing looks good as new, having no flaws on the frames, and the cyan coating of paint nicely blending in. By then, the wings were fully functional, and was ready to take flight again in the race.*
How about you, Ward? How's the engine?
Ward: Yup. Done here.
*He closes the hatches and backs up to where Frank stands.*
Hey, Arc! Give it a test drive to see if it's working well or not.
Robert: *He pops his head out of the cockpit.*
Arc's not here. o.o
What? What do you mean he's not there? Where is he then?
He left earlier. Didn't really say where.
Eh, he's gotta be here somewhere. Probably went to get a bathroom break. He was chugging that soda down earlier.
Oh well. We can always test it later. There's still time till the next race I think.
Right.
Just then, the Methus would rise up as it transforms into the mobile suit mode.
What the.. ?! Rob! What are you doing?!
*He opens the hatch again and peeks out from the cockpit.*
Uh.. testing it?
Do you even know what you're doing, Rob?
Of course I know! This lever along with this button does the transforming...
*He pulls the lever down as he holds the button on the other side down, transforming the Methuss in mobile suit mode to the mobile armor mode.*
And this here..
Alright! Stop! X_x; Get back down here already!
Uh.. o_o; Sorry.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2004 5:49 pm
*The Aqua Valiance arrives from the direction of Avantgarde and makes it's way for Mythril Legion through the asteroid field. As the large, blue ship closes in for docking, the three governors returns to the office through teleportation.*
So, Kujaviak. While we are here, why not show us around the place? I'm sure there's time until the White Phantom would come out for the race.
Rolard: o.o Squawk. *Eyes a strand of hair, sticking out from under Locke's hat.*
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2004 10:33 pm
Raulnor stood proud, watching all the soldiers busy themselves on the ship. A screen showed that a race was starting soon, and everyone was busy reparing. A welcoming robot handed him a piece of paper, and zoomed off to help with the preperation. Disappointed by his standard arrival, he opened the paper, which contained his room number, and headed there.
The soldiers whirred around like Dust Devils, as their boots squeaked across the clean floor. Soldiers carried cans of paint, pieces of metal, broken parts, anything to help make the innards of the ship look perfected. From Raulnor's point of view, it was perfected already. Tons of steel muscles wrapped around weapons that could destroy planets, or protect them.. what was wrong with that?
Raulnor found his room, and opened the silver knob as the door slid open easily, and a simple room was procured. A simple white bed, a dresser, a night stand, and a soldiers clock. Raulnor frowned and layed his stuff on the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at his blue walled room.
"I think I am going to go insane from this simplicity.."
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 5:29 pm
::Ember stalks the halls of the Mythril Legion, impatient::
Dammit, when's the next race gonna be!
::He pauses next to a reflective bulkhead, looking at his image. He closes his eyes, and after a moment, color streams down the strands of his "hair."::
Nngh. Maybe they'll pay attention to me now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 11:55 am
Heath: *Stands up from underneathe a hatch* How are repairs to the ship coming?
Jace: We took a few hits from the junk, but we're space worthy now.
Tack: All the race craft were fine, and Arc just finished his repairs.
Heath: Excellent.......and what of that new defense mechanism we got from HQ before starting this whole thing?
Tack: The Pin Point Barrier (MT)? Yeah, it's up, but still untested.
Heath: We'll use your ARM-001 prototypes to test it when the Prix is over. In the meantime, we'd better get ready to depart. Are the Hyperdrive Engines installed on the race craft?
Tack: Yes sir, but there are technical problems with the navigation systems today. I can't seem to find the coordinates for the next destination......
Heath: The Legion has a communications satellite near the hypergate. We'll request transmission of the coordinates from it and use those to proceed to the next track. In the meantime, this race will test the use of the new hyperdrive engines.
Jace: It's from the Legion to the Gate, then it's over when a pilot jumps through the gate, right?
Heath: Correct. This course should be a nice breath of fresh air after that attack in the junk yards.
Elsewhere.....
Transmission Reciever: .....a nice breath of fresh air after that attack in the junk yards....
Ares: We can't have that, now can we?
Reika: What are you planning?
Malliot: Shall I go?
Ares: Yes.........your Gamma should do the job, but don't attack the Legion. The new model is strong, but not enough to take down the Mythril Legion by itself.
Malliot: Then I'll hit the Comm Satellite. What of the pilots?
Ares: Ignore them.....remember, the armor isn't complete on your machine, so if you take too many hits, withdraw.
Malliot: Understood.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2004 2:47 pm
*An intermission was recieved at the bridge of the White Phantom from Governor Trufeld himself.*
Hello, members of the White Phantom. This is Locke Trufeld speaking. I would like to come on board sometime soon to discuss a few things that I am sure that you are all aware of. We will be there shortly, unless there are plans for the race sometime soon.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 9:37 pm
Grunting a little as he woke up, his hand drew his sleek pistol from under his pillow, his muscle memory already having flicked the safety off. His finger tensed, ready to shoot the enemy that wasn't there. He always had nightmares like this, and with a sigh he flicked the safety back on, stowing the gun under his pillow.
Looking around his room, he made sure all his gear was where he had put it. his military grade bodyarmour lay on his work-bench, two custom interface-pistols like the one under his pillow (like in my sig) lay next to it. At the top of the desk he had his helmet, and his chameleoflauge clothing lay in a heap. The military clothing could change colors to match the background, giving him a good advantage while working covertly, being a harder target to hit.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 7:58 pm
*Wakes up, In a unknown vessel*
Kujaviak: "Errr where am i?"
*Looks around, It appears to be a cell*
Kujaviaks Thaught: ("Have to find a way out of here")
*Sees someone coming, It appears to be a pirate giving him some food*
Kujaviak: "Who are you?!'
Pirate: "None of your danm business, Now eat"
*The pirate opens the door and gives Kujaviak the food*
*Then Kujaviak grabs the pirates gun and shoots the pirate*
Kujavaik: "Shouldnt be rude, It leads to bad consequences"
*Goes to the bridge of the little vessel, And sees only one control panel*
Kujavaik: "It appears that this vessel is for 1 man crews.."
Kujavaik: "Computer, Show me my location from Mythril Legion"
Computer: ((Analysing, Your 1 lightyear away from Mythril Legion, Your in a station known as "Renegade Grounds"))
*Starts hacking the control panel, To take control of the ship*
Kujavaik: "I need to get back to Mythril Legion before they find out my escape attempt"
*Flys off fast, But three other vessels finds out and follows as they shoot at the vessel, Kujaviak starts doing battle manuevers to prevent any hits then he hits the boost*
Kujaviak: "Alright! Im out of there communication jammers, Mythril Legion, This is General Kujaviak DLyoins of Mythril Legion do you read me?!"
Station Responder: "Yes we hear you sir, Where have you been?!"
Kujaviak: "Never mind that for now!, I need you to set up a Dreadnaught ambush from Mythril Legion to my position, Do you read me"
Station Responder: "Yes we will send two now!, Hang in there!"
Kujavaik: "Ok ((Computer: Radio Transmittion Ended)), Grrr i wish this piece of junk had some weapons!"
~~20 minutes later~~
*The two dreadnaughts appear infront of Kujaviaks eyes as he races to get to Mythril Legion*
Pilot 1 & 2: "Welcome back sir, We will get these bandits off of your tail"
Kujaviak: "Thank you, Make them pay with there lives!"
*Races between the two dreadnaughts*
*Dreadnaughts opens fire on the three vessels thats chasing Kujaviak, Causing them all to explode*
*Kujaviak then lands in the hangar and then gets out*
Kujaviak: "I need to see the doctor"
Soldier: "Sir yes sir!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 8:06 pm
Frank: *Sitting by the windows in the lounge, watching the news on a laser screen.*
So... how long has it been since the last race? I'm getting restless watching Rob being restless for the race.. ..... Why the heck is he restless about it? o_O
Robert: But I can't waiiit! >_< When's the Mythril Legion Race take place? I heard that there was going to be some cool things with the race here.
Ward: You mean the custom equipment that helps deflect asteroids out of your way?
Yeah, that! I wanna see how it works. I heard that it's the Mythril Legion's equipments that the Golden Phoenix Casino is paying for the rents of them.
It sure is a nice way for both sides to gain money.. Especially for the Mythril Legion because there aren't really any wars taking place. There really isn't much to do with a Mobile Military Base except for maybe patrolling Vanguardian Space like now.
Arc: *Comes into the lounge with a soft drink in his hand. His other hand would wipe the sweat off of his face with a towel, after all the simulation training and exercises he did earlier, during his free time.*
What are you guys talking about?
Hey, Arc. We were just talking about how this place makes it's money from the casino.
This place as in the Mythril Legion, right? Yeah, it does seem a bit weird for where it gets it's money when there isn't even a war right now. And from the looks of things, I don't think the Vanguardian Axis will even get in a war.
Yeah, that's right. They could've used the money on something else instead of a Mobile Military Base that they might not even use it to it's full potential.
You can't really guarantee that.
*Governor Trufeld says as he stand there by the doorway.*
Ah, Governor Trufeld!
*He straightens himself up as he greets him.*
It's been a while since I have been of your service! What brings you here in the White Phantom?
*He whispers to Ward.*
Wow, this sure is rare to see..
What, Governor Trufeld in the same room?
No, Rob acting this proper. ninja
You just said that we can't guarantee that there won't be a war.. Do you know something about it?
Rolard: o.o Squawk. *Brushes an orange fluff off of his face with his wing.*
There was a transmission earlier from General Kujaviak. It seems like he was kidnapped some time earlier, and two dreadnaughts from here just left to go pick him up. We're not sure what those people want, but from the looks of it, things might not go very smoothly.
General Kujaviak.. the Governor of Mythril Legion? How did they manage to kidnap such a man with a big title? Especially in a strictly secured military base? Didn't the guards find out or anything?
No one really knows, but I'm guessing that General Kujaviak wasn't really in the Mythril Legion when he was kidnapped. I'm pretty sure Vicki would be with him as well if he was still in the Mythril Legion. Anyway, I came here to mostly talk with the captain of this ship about something. I should be going now.
Alright, sir. Shall I escort you to the bridge?
That would be fine, Robert.
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