|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 11:17 pm
Nash blinked as his trail of thought came to a crashing halt. the screens of every tv within eye shot cut off to a strange banner image on the screens. "viva la resistance?" Nash read aloud to himself with a scoff. what a tired phrase im surprised they would use something like that. he waited as the screen flickered to a man dressed like he was about to sneak into a 17th century shoganate's home.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 5:04 am
Tab panted furiously, after a rude awakening from her lobby couch by a police officer looking at her strangely. Of course, the b*****d had wanted to look good or perhaps promote himself, so he had honed in on ths suspicious looking girl. It would be harder to fit in with all her robotic limbs that she thought. Not to mention how cold her torso was growing with it's limited cover. Ontop of all that- she was starving. Still, one cop couldn't do anything, he didn't have what he needed to anyways. Stand up, she crouched slighly, as a cat on it's haunches would before attacking.
"Don't." She warned, her soothing AIA formed voice kicking in. The cop didn't listen, and pulled out a gun, which Tab's programs immidately reconized. Not only the gun, but every aspect or weapon he was holding, right down to the pepper spray.
Systems: Engage
With his first step, Tab was already ten steps ahead. Analyzing his body movements, it immidiately computed a likely next move and where he was off balance. Her bone breaking metal struck there first, at his left shoulder blade, sending him toppling to the floor. At least he hadn't seen it coming yet, that would have been even worse. The normal human eye couldn't track Tab's quick and precise movements at the speed her machinery moved- but the AIA could. They had special glasses that could do so, so it was nearly evenly matched when they had a crash system chip. A plain human though? No contest- Tab was just a product of superior breeding. She had been created to destroy the other.
Looking at the wailing creature on the floor, Tab knew that a medic would tell them a human limb didn't have enough force to shatter a shoulderblade, and she thought it best to run. Besides, she refused to kill anyone anyways. Ever. Remembering the communicator, she pressed the button and spoke into it.
"I need your help." She said quietly, defeatedly, but to desperate to care. The tracking system she had in needed to removed, and soon.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 12:52 pm
UltraDingoMan Nash blinked as his trail of thought came to a crashing halt. the screens of every tv within eye shot cut off to a strange banner image on the screens. "viva la resistance?" Nash read aloud to himself with a scoff. what a tired phrase im surprised they would use something like that. he waited as the screen flickered to a man dressed like he was about to sneak into a 17th century shoganate's home. ((Vive la resistance? Come on, where am I operating in, Mexico? It was alright the first time, but the writing for the opposite side has got to stop. You can make an action towards us, by all means, but don't decide what we do before it happens. Keep the Vive la Resistance off the records, mate. We can write our own catch phrases if we have to. If you like, you can edit it to Nash thinking What are they going to do next, shout Vive la Resistance?Also, he is only covered from the nose down, with his hair dyed red. Everything else is for the eye to see. Anyway, hate to b***h man, but Nash doesn't automatically form reality by looking at things. Influence things with actions, not assumptions.))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 1:10 pm
((Post one out of three. Here we go.))
During the crisp night air, televisions across the World Union were distorting, thin cracks escaping the sound systems as their power is wrenched away from the large media networks. From the huge building- sided screens to those in every home, their every channel shifted from it's usual program. The television screens lighted to reveal a calm, dark- haired man sitting at a desk, unusually professional in its organization. The man's golden eyes flared brilliantly, portraying his entire being beyond the muffler concealing his mouth. Eyebrows relaxed, he focused his calm gaze upon the viewing audience. People across the world gazed, this man's striking yellow eyes and calm brow replacing news programs, tennis matches, infomercials. Moving his hand across the desk, a calm collected voice emanated from his mouth, unusually human for such a broadcast, though one his adversaries could never trace.
"Evening', people of the world. You may be wondering why your regular television programming has been interrupted. Well, it has been done so I may convey a message, and reach out to you.
Today, we shall discuss our favorite topic: The World. Today, we live in a world surrounded by suspicion, where we watch what our neighbors say, as well as our own. Anyone who has their own views tends to dissappear overnight. I ask you all, is that the way you want it to be?
This government has given you some relative safety, security, and stability. But meanwhile, it uses this advantage to prey on your friends, your family... Your fellow humans. What protector is the kind that uses it's capabilities to fulfill it's own thirst for expensive wine... And it's thirst for power. When our families dissappear, they say that they have gone, to be 'rehabilitated' like they weren't doing what is natural to do. To think, as if humanity was built with the ability to question what is around him. To this day, these questions are what has brought you the very homes you sit in, and the means you watch TV. Extraordinary men are those who ask questions, not those who accept what has been given.
As they stamp out these questions, tonight, I bring you the answers to them. To every one of those who question what happens to your family, and your friends when they dissappear, as we silently watch them go by.
For a moment, I shall be silent, for what will be seen shall speak volumes...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 1:23 pm
Across the world, all at once, large, cold metal gates fly open.
Through the darkness of their entrances, the glow of red eyes can be heard, glaring, their lights lighting up, yet alone in the cold.
Across the world, leagues of deformed men and women crawl from their cages, and stumble through the snow, their chortled attempts at human speach a far cry from who they once were.
As armies of the namably damned crawl through the snow, they look to the black sky. The only light to catch the reflection of their tears is the full, white moon. Some, their metal limbs reflect the white light, as if a star in the night sky. At their sides, armies of the 'Anarchists' fight off the guards, who in a surprised frenzy, throw life and limb. Trying to kill every last one... The secrets of great men, moving half alive through the snow, the cold nipping at their shriveled and disfigured skin, for those of them who still have the capacity to feel.
Across the world, 'mosters' cried...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 2:04 pm
The televisions, capturing the entire scene through it's lense, faded back to the man once again from the morbid scene, static fasing across the screen. He resumed his speech.
"This... is what has happened to them. The people in that snow... they are no different than you and I. But even more, they are us. Each and every one of them was one of your friends, one of your family. The ones you love... The ones who made you laugh, the ones who made you cry, the ones who gave your life meaning. For some, everyone you have known... Yes. They are human beings..."
He paused for a moment, his voice falteringas he let the final words pass his mouth. A different glow in his eye returned, as their yellow pools wavered, and then, with a breath, he returned to his speach, as if spurred by something inside of him.
"The government protects you. Yes. It protects you from your humanity. That is why we must fight back. That is why we must speak for ourselves. This is not the perfect society that we all hoped to live in. That is what they fight against.
Look deep inside yourselves, what is the world you yearn for, deep inside yourselves? That world has to be the most precious thing in your being. That world is the thing we fight for. Tonight, we can take a step forward, to this. All you have to do is stand up. Together, we can help make this new world. Stand next to your fellow man, and together, we will walk towards a new future, a new world, a new hope. Together, we are the strongest army this world has ever seen. And when that voice inside of you asks... Can we do it?
That voice from deep within your soul shouts... "Yes we will!"
Stand with your local resistance fighters, and we can reach a new world, bare hands and empty stomachs alike.
Thank you."
Suddenly, the TV screen snaps back, showing the chaotic scene of the usual news conference room. Men in suits dash back and forth as the man at the desk shouts infuriated, his face turning a deep red as his eyes seem about to pop from their sockets
"Where the Hell is that man broadcasting from!? That ******** b*****d! Get this channel back on the air, now!"
One of the meek camera men responds, somewhat embarrassed as he stares at the blaring red "Live" light.
"Sir, we're on the air..."
Suddenly, it seems like the man has had a thousand rocks dropped inside of him.
"Umm... uh..."
The set continues in chaos, as the news anchor frantically tries to resume the news show. Eventually, the screen turns to the usual rainbow mirage, the consecutive beep playing loudly. A convenient time for a system test...
((End post 3 out of 3))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 4:53 pm
((Brava master Arson, brava))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 6:06 pm
((Lol, thanks Lum, I had a bit of help from my G.U.L.A.G. guildmates for the concept. I was kindof hung up on how he would deliver it, you know, the balance between rhetorics. In the end, I came up with a little hope mixed in with a lot of truth. Hence the middle passage. Also, it works towards freeing those captured by the AIA. Unfortunately, not all of their methods are sound. E.g., Tab and... Arson maybe? Not telling. =P
Anyway, speaking of which, Apple, I'll take you up on your offer to as one of the BoD if you're still interested. We desperately need one of them to contain us, or else there is no conflict. With or without, whether I want it to or not, the Anarchists will probably keep advancing without us even trying. Thus, they win and the story is completely one- sided.
Also, if you're interested Dingo, you'd probably make a good BoD as well. You seem like you want to advance the story, and being one of the BoD is the best way.))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:00 pm
(well first yes i do understand i may have gone a bit far ... i have a habit of doing that when i forget i have a habit of doing that if that makes any real sense .. for future refenrense a hardy "your doing it again should be sufficient for me to change my post XP... oh and yeah sry about the whole tv thing again but if im not mistaken thats what u were planning anyways XP and i just personally find that ur guy looks and has the feel of a ninja XD
lol and i did decide i will become a BOD and this is how i plan to do it.)
Nash Found himself at the front door of the AIA central headquarters. He looked down at his cell phone and reread the text message that had been sent to him
agent steward,
Please return to head quarters as soon as possible there is something that needs to be discussed.
New york Chief of AIA
peter S. Jackson
"that is a little to formal for that blow-hard" Nash thought to himself "i dont like it a bit." Nash walked into the building and winked at the snooty receptionist at the door. Normally she would scoff at his wrinkled shirt and pretend that she didn't see him; but this time was different she seemed to start typing a little faster and sitting a little straighter. As Nash walked he noticed more and more of this behavior from the normally lazy half-assed people that he knew and loved. he walked into the chiefs office sat in his favorite chair kicking his feet up on the seemingly depressed man's desk.
"Hello agent Steward, This letter of transfer has come for you and is utmost importance." jackson said with visible signs of restrained anger.
nash took the letter and laid it in his lap as he lit a cigarette he leaned back in his chair while looking at the envelope. It had signs of being tampered with no doubt by a anxious and curios chief. he opened the "opened" letter and removed its contents. "Where are the transfering me now Antarcti...." nash stopped as he read the first line with total shock.
Dear agent steward,
this letter is to acknowledge your acceptance into the BOD welcom...
Nash fell backwards in his chair and hit the ground with a earth shattering thud. "Wha?who?ho...w... who in there right mind? Me?.. ME!?" Nash said making little sense but still clearly understood by the only other person in the room. "IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!" nash yelled as he shoved the paper in Jackson's direction. "I've checked it four times Nash trust me its legit. or should i say Mr. Steward sir."
Nash felt about as blindsided as he had ever been in his life he read the letter over and over again hoping to find a "just kidding" he missed. "Apparently they found your actions during the assasination coupled with the recent BOD murders that a agent with both combat skill and leadership ability were necessary especially since we are currently in a state of martial law... yeah, i dont really get how they got u and leadership ability mixed up either." jackson said finishing Nash's next line of thought.
nash swallowed hard and got up on to his feet. "I am going to the bar I need a drink pretty bad right now."
( i thought it might be pretty funny putting nash in charge of something Xp)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 5:27 pm
((Lol, I suppose it all centers around how you want to develop him. From that section, people seem to regard him more seriously, but it all depends on how it shapes his personality- if he stays the way he is, or adjusts to it.
Hmm, and you may also want to consider why they chose him in his storyline. The Board is known to be manipulative, and that may be exactly why.))
As Arson moved away from the desk that he had occupied moments before, he felt a great weight being lifted off his chest. Even though he had spoken to the population numerous times as Hiro, and it showed, this was his first as Arson Arkei. Suddenly, the communicator kept at his side began going off- with an ancient song, called "The Empire Strikes First", as his ringtone. He felt lucky that he had had it on vibrate during the speech, or it would have well ruined his vigor. Quickly, he grabbed it off his belt and raised it to his ear.
"Hello?" Upon hearing Tab's voice, his eyes widened slightly. Suddenly, the communicator cut out.
Damn! Something must have happened to her... I'll have to go back down there again.
Thirty minutes later, on the main streets of New York, a young cyborg is seen running down the street, frantically scanning her surroundings. Suddenly, a cewer grate shoots open below her, and a gloved hand grabs her by the ankle and comically yanks her into the sewer. The cover shuts behind her.
Suddenly a small space lights up, showing Arson holding his metal arm up at his side, a yellow light emanating from it.
"You needed something?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:09 pm
Tab let out a suprised yelp, her arms flying up as she was dragged below into the sewer. Thrashing her leg wildly, she spun around to strike the abuctor in the side of the head. Looking up to see who she had hit, she was horrified to find it was Arson. Her amber eyes widened from behind her bright blue hair- still vibrant in the darnkess, and she brought both mechanical hands to her mouth.
"S-sorry!" She sputtered, taking a step back and biting her lip in embaressment and to stop it from trembling.
"I thought-...I mean you-" She started to explain, but then realized that her babbling was getting her nowhere, and getting her there fast. Clamping her lips, she took a breath.
"You scared me." She sighed, finishing up her apology with much effort but was over-all relieved that it was only Arson. Letting the excitement flow out of her system, she was instantly aware of her surroundings. Coughing slightly at the smell (modified smell receptors- not always a blessing) and made a face, and then continued.
"I need my hardware de-activated."
((sure sure, I can play an AIA member. Is there a particular role they need to really be or just in general?))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 8:51 pm
Rubbing his head, Arson regained his composure, hiding the pain of the strike in his expression.
"That's fine... Just say hello before you hit me next time." He joked, shrugging off the pain, albeit with just a bit of difficulty.
"Anyway, no problem. Clint's still busy with the man from earlier, so I'll have to take you one of our other mechanics. Though, this one has an.... easier security system. As in, won't shoot us." He said coolly, and walked over to a nearby concrete wall and knocked on it's hard surface, sending the sound echoing throught the passages. Suddenly, the wall swung open, a dark staircase descending deep under the ground behind. Those public works projects of his did help for something- though 'private' would be the more appropriate term.
With his arm held up beside him, it's small light creating a small glow, he stepped into the doorway.
"They probably had someone tailing you, and someone to cut you off further down the passage, let's go."
((Well, there are three spots. One of the mastermind BoD, one being manipulated/oblivious to the other trying for power, or one of their point operatives (the position Dingo just left). The last one will be very important, because they're on the front lines controlling the NPC operatives. Pretty soon I plan on initiating full-scale battles, so it's probably going to be very important. For me, it's Lum, but for the AIA it's open.))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 9:50 am
Nash found himself at the bottom of yet another glass. why the hell would they choose me? he thought to himself for the hundredth time. Nash shook the alcohol away for a moment I got to think about this rationally, what do i know about the BOD and there selection process? well first, this is the first time i have ever heard of a middle management type like myself getting promoted straight to the BOD, its already a little Fishy! Nash said to himself a little exasperated. Second, half the board is made of kids with some level of pedigree but not enough to live off of. (Cousin of a CEO, misplaced child of the divorce of a well-to-do family and such) and third and the most unlikely except for my own predicament are scouted individuals that show high promise such as incredibly high intelligence and leadership ability straight out of college. and none of those fit me at all. I understand the letter said they wanted someone with combat ability and yes i do know that my combat record kicks the hell out of pretty much everyone else's but even so there are a few that have a better record. and as far as leadership ability goes my record for doing paperwork and laziness is one of the worst in the AIA so why would they pick me it almost seems like the picked a random name out of a hat... nash slapped his forehead "if they took my name from a hat i swear ill shoot them myself."
(sry i need to do some plot development before i can figure out why they chose nash i only have a general outline so far)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 1:50 pm
Sitting back down on the bed, the television still blaring the technical difficulty signal, Ezekiel laughed. His entre life he had never dreamed for an opportunity like this. That Arson had some clout, he'd give him that much. It was no small feat to deliver a speach like that, rather to hijack all the television stations in america and maybe even farther.
Rubbing his now even farther healed arm he lay down on the bed smiling. He wasn't getting out of here tonight so he may as well make use of the comfortable bed. It took moments for him to fall aslep.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
