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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:09 am
((No need to ask. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:57 am
[Elsewhere]
Whilst walking to the rear gunnery position, Elliot explained:
"Not so much diassatisfied in the artillery, but the crew. Clanks will follow orders with perfect precision. Their aim is impeccable, and yet...they just lack a human touch. A human gunner would do so much more than follow the order to the letter, he would deliberately miss if it meant demoralising the crew. He would aim away from where the rest of the gunnery was just to makes sure no-one on the ship felt safe. He would take a risky shot to hit the far side of the ship from above. All these thing clanks are simply not made to do."
They walked into the rear position, and Elliot waved his arm in a grand desture at the repeating cannon, and brightened up.
"Anyway! This is our repeating cannon. As you can see it is quite sizable, and it covers an arc of about 60˚ either side of aft. You are free to use those test rounds over there should you like to try it for yourself."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 8:44 am
"sounds good" yousha grinned he let his large sack drop to the ground and removed his lether satchel bag, he then began to rummage around in the sack for a few moments, emerging with 2 questionable cube like objects,both of them were about the span on his own hand each, both held together with a piece of rope around their surfaces, a small spring hanging out of one of the corners.
he handed them to Elliot.
"dinna touch them springs, throw 'em out for me aye?" he asked as he began to load the test rounds into the cannon.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 5:00 pm
"This ship is massive" Alexandria muttered to herself as she checked on last time to ensure all her bags were with her. Taking a deep breath, she tucked a curl of her short-shorn hair back from her eyes and made her way up into the Airship.
"Hello? Where do I check in?" she called dismissively. If no one came to help she could always explore for a while. The hallway seemed to extend on forever...
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 6:10 pm
~ Hold ~
The golden clank pauses, torn for a moment between impulses. The imperative to maintain vigil over Myles conflicts with the desire to explore. But Myles is now soundly napping in the seat of his little craft, and the likelihood of encountering mortal peril here in the hold is low.
In the end, curiosity wins out, and the clank wanders off, exploring the hold and drifting in the general direction of the main corridor.
~ Main Corridor ~
An exquisitely crafted golden machine walks down the hall in Alexandria's direction, looking about with curiosity at its surroundings. It is crafted along human female contours and moves with a lightness that seems very peculiar for a machine.
It notices Alexandria and approaches the newcomer. After a examining Alexandria curiously, the golden clank extends a hand and says "Hello.", in a voice that seems to be softly played on a small stringed instrument.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 10:07 pm
Alexandria lept back from the machine, startled; and waited a moment to catch her breath. Cautiously she took the shining hand in hers and shook it.
"Good Day..um..Who might you be, if I may ask?" She neriously smoothed her skirts, her fingers playing over the fading deep red material.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 10:46 am
[Rear Gunnery Position]
Elliot obliged, throwing one out of the ship a sensible distance, and the other considerably further away, though within the guns limits, he knew.
"Very well, but we do have our own test bouys if that is what you're after here. Lets hope they're impressive when the die."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 10:56 am
~ corridor ~
"Designation... My name is... Triskadeca. Who-Might-You-Be-If-I-May-Ask?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 3:41 pm
A gloved hand covered Alexandria's mouth as she tried to not laugh at the machine's speech. patterns.
"My name is Alexandria Eve-Indigo Sharp. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." she dipped her head politely to the machine, then let her eyes flick to the watch on her wrist. Its bronze wires coiled around her arm. It was getting late.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 4:06 pm
[aft]
yousha grinned as he grabbed the controls.
lifting his goggles up onto his forehead to reveal clear sharp emerald eyes.
1..2...3...
the cannon began to whurr and let off its test rounds. only 3 rounds until it hit the first object. It was quickly followed by a sizable explosion which engulfed itself in purple smoke, hanging like a cloud. less than a second after the second bomb went off, creating a similar effect, but this time there was a large blinding flash along with the explosion.
yousha grin expanded at the sight of his own pyrotechincs.
he turned to face Elliot.
"its nice n' sturdy, but a bit sluggish, s'alright, a'll just tweak its base ro'ary system la'er" he pulled his goggles down over his eyes again now fiddling with e wrench in his right hand.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:26 pm
~ corridor ~
"Pleased to make... your acquaintance."
And then the test shots are fired. The golden clank turns and dashes down the corridor toward the hold.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:21 pm
As the ship reacted to the test shots, Alexandria stumbled to the side. She's never been in an airship with such large weapons before. She glanced at her watch again only to look up and find the metallic being was vanishing down the corridor.
"Oh my.." Alexandria looked around hastily before stuffing her bags into a nearby cupboard, and racing down the hall after the golden machine's clanking retreat.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 8:29 pm
[outside the airship, on the dock]
A short girl with scruffy cropped auburn hair made her way across the hanger of anachronism. She was wearing an old dark brown well worn jacket with many buckles and pockets and zippers. Around her neck was a pair of aviator goggles that seemed to have more purpose than just protection if all the toggles and knobs sticking off of them attested to anything. Her warm amber-brown eyes watched the goings on around her, almost hyper aware, but at the same time with an averted gaze, as if she didn't want to attract attention to herself. She paused beside a huge old airship and fished a scrap of paper out of her pocket with a sketch on it that resembled the ship that sat before her, and the inscription on the ship matched... Khaos. They were looking for more fighter pilots. Her source had told her that they were well stocked with clanks, but a clank couldn’t think as creatively as a human in the midst of a fight. Once she proved herself she was sure they’d be glad to have her. At least she hoped so…
She took a deep breath, this was it. This was her chance to get away and see the world. What she had always wanted. Of course she had always imagined she’d be sharing this moment with her with brother, but… She shook her head as if to clear her mind and some strands of hair fell across her freckled cheeks. She shoved them impatiently back with a palm and straightened her canvas bag with all of her worldly possessions on her shoulder so that the strap fell more comfortably across her practical leather bodice/shirt, and rested against her baggy cargo pants. She looked up at the great airship and smiled, heavy black work boots clomping as she stepped onto the ramp, off to find the captain, get a job and start her future.
Once she was on the ship the first thing she noticed was that no one was around. The sencond things she noticed was bags lying on the floor.
"Well that's odd..." She murmered aloud to herself then, "Hello? is anyone there!" She called out. Everyone must be buisy. She decided to wander around until she could find someone who could bring her to the captian. Before she set off she pulled on her goggles and turned a few nobs looking at teh bags.
The goggle vision went black except for a haze of yellow around the bags. Ahh, vestiges of heat. Who ever left these bags must not have gone far. She pulled off the goggles, letting them sit around her neck again, and hurried off after the fadeing yellow traces down the hallway.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 9:05 pm
~ The Hold ~
The golden clank arrives at the hangar and leaps at the autogyro Rocinante. It seems to explode into a mass of panels and cables, like a glittering golden net, and wraps itself around the pilot's seat and the snoozing fellow within. He wakes up with a start and struggles against the binding clank.
"What the devil is this?"
The clank's voice sounds smaller, tinnier because it doesn't have the empty space inside to act as a sounding box.
"Cannon shot. Protection imperative."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 10:42 pm
Alexandria stopped short upon entering the hold, in time to see the golden clank reassemble its form.
"Oh my.." She whispered again and backed slowly from the hold's entrance, not yet noticing the girl approaching behind her. Her deep brown coat brushed against the wall and one of the buckled connected with metal resulting in a startling 'clang'.
Alexandria turned quickly; and her wide grey eyes met with the amber eyes approaching her.
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