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 Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 11:45 am
A knock comes on Ender's door and he leans back in his chair, the armor that he wore polished to a shine. The aura about him was one of power, inner strength, intelligence, and a foreboding feeling, this is what the communications officer felt when he entered the room after being admitted. The yellow eyes of the helmet glowed, almost like they was glaring and looking into the soul of this young man. The communications officer laid a folder on Ender's desk and said "Communications report sir, a convoy was hit by Reavers to the far Southeast of the base." Ender had not moved or even twitched before he spoke the words, "Dismissed." The communication officer quickly made his way out of the office almost in a half run just to be out of the office as quickly as possible. A few minutes later, Ender picked up the folder and began reading it thoroughly, looking at all the maps provided along with detailed report of what was heard over the radio before the man's life expired by the help of the Reavers when he reported to communications the events that was taking place and the slaughter of the small convoy of supply trucks. It appeared that a significant force of Reavers have moved into the area seeking to claim this area as their own and needed more advanced weapons and supplies, which was the nature of the Reaver. Ender silently got up from his desk, filed the report in the filing cabinet and locked it up. He then went over to the gun safe along the side wall of his office and took the key from his neck, placing it into the lock and turning with a click. He then grabbed the large safe handle and swung the safe open. Inside was a decently sized cache of weaponry, ammunition, and other supplies. The twin desert eagles that he wore was of course always holstered at his sides, so he felt no need to arm them besides pulling the magazines out of each and setting them inside the safe, replacing those clips with clips of armor piercing rounds, he figured the reavers might have decent armor since they usually acquire a decent amount of technology. Next, he pulled two scorpio machine pistols from the safe and placed them in the thigh holsters, once again the clips full of armor piercing rounds. He decided to not take the Gauss Minigun this time, it'd be safer, but he hasn't had a good combat mission in awhile, instead just sitting stagnant in his office, so he left the gauss minigun inside the safe and pulled out a gauss shotgun instead, placing it on his leg holster. He concentrated on the heavier weapons before deciding on a M79 Grenade Launcher with 40mm grenades and slung it over his back since it was modified with a sling. He had no need to take a knife out of the safe since his trademark Ripper was sheathed in his boot already. Ender did however pulled out a number of plasma grenades and placed them around on his belt, feeling no need for any pulse grenades this time since it was doubtful the Reavers had any high mechanical technology or armor. He then pulled the bag that he usually wore on his back and attached it beneath his cape after filling it with some stim packs and super stim packs, along with extra ammunition for all weapons and quite a few extra 40mm grenades since carry weight didn't have that much effect with advanced power armor. Feeling equipped, he silently left his office and locked it behind him, making his way to the Motor Pool.
((Continued in Motor Pool.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 9:48 pm
Tyshalle steps into Ender's office a somber tone about him. Each of his weapons in turn is layed neatly apon Ender's heavy wooden desk, void of amunition. Tyshalle then placed each magazine for each weapon neatly in a row beneith the last a note was placed, a letter of resignation.
"Dear Ender, The Propaganda Office was my greatest impact here at the guild I hope that it will be maintained for as long as possible and adopted by another creative member. As for my current project, it is not entirely abandoned, I hope to finish it one day and present it as a gift to the guild. As for myself, I follow my paladin."
With that, Tyshalle gathered the rest of his belongings and set out to wander the wastes, and yet, not all who wander are lost.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 10:44 pm
Ender silently read the note that Tyshalle handed him, finishing as Tyshalle walked out of his office. Shaking his head a bit sadly, he remembered all the helpful propaganda that Tyshalle had designed for The Brotherhood and gave a great sigh, they was losing a good man. But it was his choice and maybe one day, he shall find a peace out in that wasteland that he had walked off into.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 6:35 pm
Ender entered his office and made his way over to one of the bookshelves, pulling a book on old technology from the shelf and then sat down in his chair. He thumbed through the book, looking at old space technology until he came to a type of satellite called a "GPS" satellite. He read up on the technology, placing the box on his desk in front of him while reading, the same box that had "GPS" on the back of it which CFAR had found. After a small amount of time, he figured that it was the information that he needed and got up and reached around to the copy machine beside his filing cabinet, placing the book facedown, copying a large number of pages on the "GPS" topic, which he'd give to CFAR. He evened up the papers and put them in a folder, using a label to mark it "GPS Project", and laid it beside the box on the desk. He returned the book to the shelf and brought out a whole pile of books randomly from the shelf, anything referring to energy technology as he laid the three energy weapons on his desk in front of him, to contemplate how they function, where they came from, and what new line of technology could come out of them. It started getting night outside and he flicked on a light on his desk as he flipped through book after book, finding nothing relating to the energy blades that was found from the reavers. A few hours later, after he extinguished all his resources on energy related objects, he replaced the few dozen books back on the shelves and sat back down in his black chair weary from reading.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:10 pm
Knocking on the door Twixi opened it quietly as to not wake the general if he was asleep due to the fact that it was late att night.
"Are you awake sir?" She asked as she steped in through the door carrying a large folder. Noticing him siting in his old chair she closed the door behind her and walked up to his desc neatly placing the folder labeled 'Vechile transcript' infront of him.
"You look tired sir, want me to get you some coffee while im up?" She asked as she straightend her back trying not to look to sloopy.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:31 pm
Ender released his gaze from the strange energy weapons as Twixi entered, he left them on the desk, he doubted she knew what they were anyways, they did just look like handles afterall or something of the sort. He picked up the folder marked "Vehicle Transcripts" and grabbed a pen while leafing through the pages, marking down approval for certain parts here and there. He came to a vehicle that wasn't signed out, but was return "extremely damaged", otherwise known as completely trashed, he kinda figured it was his vehicle, he signed off on that as well. "Well, I see that it's a trashed vehicle in here, perhaps next time you go into the wastelands, you should be more careful with your vehicle." He then finished up on the transcripts and finally answered her question about the coffee, "That would be nice at this hour, still have quite a bit of paper work to do and it's going to be a long night, thank you."
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:42 pm
Laughing slightly att Enders remark about the vechile which she was sure he knew was the one he took out. "Yes i'll try to be more carefull next time Sir." She said as she leaned forward in a bowing fashion as she picked up the Folder from his desc. Backing up a few steps she straightened back up and spun around and headed out the door. Only to returns a few mintues later carrying a thermos as she steped in through the door she closed it behind her as she steped up to his desc and placed the thermos infront of him with a slight bang and a cracking sound from the table. "Sorry about that sir the implants take some time geting used to." She said as she sat down in one of the empty chairs behind her.
"If you don't mind me asking sir but whats up with that old GPS?" She asked as she bagan to unstrap her helmet.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:52 pm
Ender watched as she returned and placed the thermos down on his desk with a crack, which he honestly didn't care that much, not much could damage the desk and it's not like he hasn't done worse to the desk with heavy objects being thrown onto it. "It's quite all right." He then watched her sit down with a note of irritation, he didn't invite her to sit. But she then asked a question, so he decided to answer, "Well, it was thought all GPS satellites went down from lack of fuel in space in order to keep a orbit. This one seems functional with loads of information on many locations of the past, like military installations, which might help in finding new technology in the near future from military bases, so we decided to investigate it, CFAR brought it in. It also could help us track our vehicles in the wasteland during battles and whatnot, I found it worth researching." He took the thermos and put his coffee mug down on the desk, filling it to the top and replacing the cap of the thermos, then tasting the coffee, it wasn't the best in the world, but it'd do as he swigged it around in his mouth before swallowing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 8:03 pm
Removing the helmet she placed it in her lap as she rubbed her forhead as she though to her self as Ender explained what the little black thingy could do. "Well then how could the satelight still be in orbit.. I would require maintenance now and then not to mention someone pulling it back into the right orbit due to the fact that its more then likely outof fuel. Or its slowly drifting away from earth." She said as she got back up and re adjusted her right hand slightly. "These things itch like a mother ********." She said as she continued to reajust the glove on her hand trying to make the implants stop irritating her skin.
"Well i think i'v taken up more of you're time then i should and i have my own duties to attend to. Oh and glad to see that you're up and about sir." She said as she gave him a quick salute as she spun around and headed out the door are she removed her glove on the way scratching att her implant.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 8:06 pm
Before she left, he answered her question as she was getting up, also rising to his feet, "Well, that's what we're not sure about, perhaps it's just balanced itself into a stable orbit, which from what I've gathered from various information sources about space and satellites, that's hard to do. But anyways, thank you for bringing me the coffee, it was much appreciated." He returned her salute after she presented him with one and watched her head out the door. Which then he sat back down in his chair and gazed absently at the wall.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 7:40 am
CFAR heard some of the previous conversation before entering and thought about it as well. CFAR though about it but was interupted as Twixi left the Generals Office. CFAR came to attention and saluted as she walked by. CFAR lowerd his hand as soon as she passed and then knocked on the Generals door. "Permission to enter?" CFAR asked making sure not to interupt if he was doing something else.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:09 am
Ender heard another knock on the door right after Twixi had left, a voice requesting permission to enter, it sounded like CFAR, "Permission granted.", he said getting up from his chair. Before they left, he'd have to check in his personal training area for things that he may need to pick up in the vault, especially for the C-27 humanoid robot that resided in there, perhaps even a new steel crate for the deathclaw, since the current one was dented and much too small for the beast that was destined to be Ender's pet. He got up while CFAR was coming in and took the key from around his neck and unlocked the sound proof door, swinging it wide open. Snarls could be heard and loud banging the moment the door was even opened a crack. Ender sighed, he'd have to attempt to train the deathclaw soon and the only thing they respected was something more stronger than them, it'd make a great watchdog, but it was getting the thing tamed to only him that will prove difficult, if only the damned thing would stop hammering at it's steel box and making so much damned noise all the time. He waited a moment at the door behind his desk that lead to the General's training area until CFAR came in, it'd be a bit rude to just leave him alone in the office upon him entering.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:20 am
"I couldn't help hear that you were talking about the satelight. I may have a few solutions but then again i have no idea if they are true. I think a few of the options could be like you said stuck in a perfect gravitational spin, or it's the legendary space station America." CFAR lifted a finger to let the general know he would be a moment. CFAR pulled out a old torn and faded book roughly the size of a clenched fist in thickness, he flipped through some pages and held out the book. "I also did some reading up, along time ago when i found this in the bunker when i was a kid. I never thought it existed until i saw the brotherhood and their technology." he said offering him the book. CFAR looked around the generals office and noticing something near the back which probably wasn't any of his concern.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:36 am
Ender reached out and read the book while CFAR held it out, then answered after he finished reading the almost faded pages, "Well, it could be, but that also doesn't explain why it's still up there, how did it stay up there so long without falling out of orbit? Perhaps solar panels, but still, with all the debris in space, it'd surely damage the space station and knock it out of orbit eventually. But either way, whether it's a satellite or a space station, it's still up there, but we're not really able to reach it, we don't have the technology of the ancients to go into space and even if we did, it'd be almost no point exploring the stars once more when our own world is still a wreck. Hmm, anyways, follow me, we'll continue this discussion as I take a inventory check of what may be needed from the vault for my training room." Ender began to turn and walk into the training room, the sound of his footfalls echoing through the training room that was more than double the size of his office, not only was it his own training room, it was a storage room for Ender, along with it being a place to carry our personal experiments. He flicked on the lights by a switch near the door and lights hummed on, causing a large steel box in the corner to the far right of the door to shake and thud, along with aggressive animal noises coming from it, renewed due to the light source. Which Ender strode up to the steel crate and checked it's integrity, noting dents practically on all sides of the steel crate, shaking his head and moving on.
((Remember the checklist on what items you want from the vault, as long as it's nothing far out there. Also, it's a map of my office on the second post of my office thread, which shows the size of the training area compared to the office size itself, making the area quite large.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:56 am
-Yeah i saw that its a shame no one else can go in there, only cause we would be ripped to shreds by the weakest thing in there without power armor.-
CFAR quickly followed as ender made his way into the back room. On his way in he rembered the checklist that he had made up, it contained the key items required to make the bird fly and some extra accessories such as some armor ment. "Sir, this is a list of items that i am requesting to take out of the vault with your permision." CFAR said handing him the list requesting a advanced control pannel for the bird along with titanium and fiberglass blades, along with the blueprints to make the fusion cell power system. The armourment requested two 7.62mm mini-guns, along with a possable missle guidance system if equiped to go into heavy combat. "It's just a few things like key parts and armorment. I was also wondering if i could get a security keypad while in there" he asked making sure that no one would go out joy riding and busting up his baby. CFAR noticed a box and it had alot of dents. "Whats in the box if i may ask sir?" he said noticing the size and that it was made of steel.
-I swear i am over opsesed with this type of bird! I can't seem to pay attention in class i just keep thinking about it ever since i went in a flyby with the airforce kids.-
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