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 Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 12:55 pm
Frank: *Returning to his apartment from work, he takes a turn at the hallway for the elevator until he comes upon a hallway that seemed to have small drips of blood stains on the walls and the floor. He steps back against the wall, staying away from the scene. He says as he eyes the pattern of blood stains.*
Wh.. what the hell happened here?
*Seeking help, he goes back to the ground floor, and to the security guard there.*
Hey, what in the colony happened at the elevator? There's blood stains everywhere.
Security Service A: Oh, that. I told someone to clean that place up.. Anyway, it seemed like there was a fight. Information on who they were are not to be released, atleast not from me, as it is my job. All I can say is that they were taken to the hospital after the incident.
Uh.. right.. So.. is it okay if I use the elevator or something? Because I'd really hate to use the stairs up to the fourty second floor..
... You know you can just go to the second floor and take the elevator.. ?
! Oh! Ohhh yeah. x_o; Sorry 'bout that.. Just that that scene was quite a shock'n'all.. Eh... alright then, thanks.
*Still feeling unnerving about the scene, he heads for the stairs to take the elevator.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 1:37 pm
*Finishing his daily training in the simulation room, as well as practicing his mental weaves with Rolard, playing with him, he activates the laser computer. He checks the schedules for the week.*
We need people who may be interested in the investigation of the newly discovered planet.. There's also been a report that there was some signal close to our space which might be worth checking.. And.. Leowen still hasn't talked to Professor Eldform yet.. ? Ah, he did just recently arrive. Must be setting up his store. Other than that...
*He scrolls through the page with a single touch on the keyboard of lasers that floats infront of him.*
Trade.. trade.. security inspection.. databank check.. trade.. Ah, the Space Race. That's something to look forward to. Other than that, seems like mostly simple stuff. Time to update some information I guess.
Rolard: o.o *Hops onto the desk that Locke worked at, and looks at the laser screen that floats above him curiously.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 7:00 pm
*After a day of working in for once, Guilliam sits in his apartment at a computer screen, taking care of a few preparations for the upcoming Grand Prix* Guilliam: Well, the betting windows close tomorrow.......looks like the windows are pretty empty though. Can't really blame the people though, since all the racers are more or less the same for the initial matches. Computer: "You've Got Mail" Guilliam: Ah, these must be.....*Opens the email and finds seven files attached* Good, good. The Grand Prix Passes are in. {Grand Prix Pass: Any holder can ride the White Phantom Class to each race course. Accomodations will also be provided to anybody at any hotel complex in each stop. Of course, if you have already made other means of transportation and lodging, thats fine too. Valid only during the Vanguard Grand Prix.} *Knock knock knock* Guilliam: Ah. Must be the Transportation Branch now. *Gets up and opens the door* Heath: Why did Serato volunteer MY ship for this? Guilliam: Because you're the only one out here, and I don't have the kind of credits to buy something as nice as the Phantom. Heath: But still, the Phantom is a Military Ship! Not some Ferry for a game! Guilliam: Just unload the mechs until we come back to Vanguard. The Hangar Staff will look after them for you. Heath: Even your Alt Eisen? Guilliam: Of course.........besides, I made it clear that if they did anything to my little Spectre, I'd make THEM the next "Pirate A" and "Pirate B". Heath: Hah hah ha..............well, I guess it's alright, but remember, we can't forget Ares and his crew. If they get the Sigma...... Guilliam: Actually, we MIGHT not be in such bad shape. Heath: Whadda you mean? Guilliam: I've seen a few more good pilots around the city. If worst comes to worst, we can always make a request for a few good men to come out. Heath: True, but let's try to keep it in the Company until we actually HAVE to do such things. Guilliam: Okay. You'd better get back to the Hangar. Tack and Jace should start unloading the Mechs if we expect to load the racing units on it. Heath: Alright then. By the way, when are you gonna mail the passes out? It takes a while to send em' by letter, and not everybody has a printer to print this kinda thing out. Guilliam: Every racer has a Vid-Phone though. No matter what model they have, this program will register with it. *Extracts the files and reattaches them to seven mass produced E-mails* E-Mail Reads: Attention {Insert Racer's Name Here}, The Grand Vanguard Grand Prix will be underway soon. Enclosed in this e-mail is a Class S Racepass. Upon installing the file, it will register with the pound key{#}. Simply press this button, and your racepass will display on screen. Present wherever necessary said forth by any Grand Prix Staff. The Program will automatically be deleted when a signal is recieved from the Race Master when the Grand Prix is over.  Heath: So the Class S pass is a limited quantity I assume? Guilliam: Correct. The Passes are limited to that ID Number in the corner. The Number only changes based on where you were listed in the Casino's Computer{The Order you came in the list, 1 being the highest, 7 being the lowest}, and even then, it's only the last digit. Heath: Only Seven......I'd have thought one million credits would attract more people. Guilliam: Yeah, but what are you gonna do? Anyway, the results of each race will be broadcast to the main office in the City, so anybody could find out who won and what chances they have of winning their wagers. Heath: *Heads back to the door* Well, I'll go get my ship ready...............Good luck in the race kid. Guilliam: Thanks.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 9:23 pm
He leaves Grand Vanguard in his F-29, heading for an asteroid field. Upon reaching it, he finds a massive asteroid with long, winding canyons that would suit his purpose.
"I need to get some more practice in before the Grand Prix. They're making it unpredictable, so this should do just fine. No discernable pattern, plenty of difficult turns, and more than enough to keep me busy. Perfect."
He then dives straight toward the asteroid, pulling up as he enters a canyon, and begins running the impromptu course.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 9:29 pm
Partisus He leaves Grand Vanguard in his F-29, heading for an asteroid field. Upon reaching it, he finds a massive asteroid with long, winding canyons that would suit his purpose."I need to get some more practice in before the Grand Prix. They're making it unpredictable, so this should do just fine. No discernable pattern, plenty of difficult turns, and more than enough to keep me busy. Perfect." He then dives straight toward the asteroid, pulling up as he enters a canyon, and begins running the impromptu course. "Hey Partisus! Chill out on the turns will ya'?" Unbeknownst to the piolot, Que had climbed in at the last minute, just to see what it was like to fly in one of those crazy contraptions. She pushed her glasses back on her nose. "What's this thing called again? Does it have a computer I can play with when you're done? Got anything to eat, Partisus? I'm starving!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 9:33 pm
(I haven't posted in a while. Damn laziness.)
Past post
The first thug on the right, charged at Alex. He swung his brass knuckles, with heavy and furious rage. Alex ducked easily, grabbed the thug's arm, and cracked it. Next, he slid under the thug, double kicked the thug's a**, which sent that thug crashing into the wall, breaking his nose.
The second thug on the left pounced on Alex, and grasped his neck. Alex's reflexes kicked in, and he bit into the thug's wrist, which fractured the wristbone. Next, Alex flipped off the thug, and his last kick went straight up his face, knocking the thug out cold. Alex landed on the carpet before the thug fell, and he elbowed the thug into the wall. The wall cracked under the sheer force, and the thug's back broke. The thug arced off the wall, and his head made a small dent in the carpet. He laid dead, blood dropping from his broken jaw out of his mouth.
Alex took a quick glance at the corpses. This was too easy. It was to Alex fighting against 5 Agent Smiths 10x the speed of him. Which is close to puny.
A thug startled Alex from behind, and jammed his brass knuckles into Alex's spine. Alex dropped to his knees, howling in pain. However, in a split second Alex spun around, leg sweeped the thug, and power punched the thug square in the chest, destroying his ribs, and the thug tore through an apartment room. The leg sweep literally destroyed the thug's legs, and the punch laid him to rest.
The bald one was left. He watched Alex take down his minions, and raised his dagger. He chuckled, and spun the dagger around. He stopped, with the dagger's tip between his two fingers. The dagger was thrown upward, and was caught.
Alex stood up, and brushed off the blood from his jacket. Blood dripped from Alex's mouth. That was probably one of the first times he allowed something like that to happen. Well, to him, he gave the thugs what they deserved: Death.
The bald one flipped off the wall behind him, and lunged forward. Alex ducked down, but did not touch the floor. Instead, he ducked Matrix-style.
The bald one was in shock, for he never saw someone move that fast, or have reflexes like that. He then saw he was impaled onto the wall, due to his lunge's speed. He got himself out of the wall, leaving a giant crater. Chunks of concrete collapsed after the bald one got out.
Alex jumped, and spun kick the bald one in the right cheek. The bald one was spinning after the kick, with blood flying out of his mouth, in insane amounts.
Alex dropped onto the floor as fast as gravity would let him, and crawled like a spider. Next, he came under the bald one, and pushed up off the carpet, kicking upward. His plan was to crush the bald one to the ceiling, peel him off, and punch him to his death by cracking his neck from the force of his own punches.
It succeeded. The bald one was caught off-guard, and he was crushed by the force of Alex's legs onto the ceiling.
Alex kicked off the bald one, leaving him to stick onto the ceiling. He landed firmly on his feet. He chuckled for a bit, then went back to work. He kicked off the elevator walls, and peeled the bald one off the ceiling, threw him down, causing a crater the size of the bald one to be struck inside the floor. Chunks of tile flew due to the force, and the bald one's face was scrapped horribly. The amount of blood he was losing was horrifying.
Finally, Alex picked up the Bald One and kept him on his feet. He sent one punch flying, which landed on the bald one's left cheek. More blood flew, along with a few teeth. Alex crouched down, and uppercutted the bald one's chin. A loud CRACK was heard, and the bald one collapsed on the ground. Alex was successful.
(Current RP post will come in a few minutes)
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 9:41 pm
Current RP Post
Alex came to the ground floor. And went to the reception desk.
"Excuse me, but where can I find the Pilot Headquarters, or someone who is in the military branch?", Alex asked the reception lady.
The reception lady giggled, and stopped as soon as she started.
"Your asking at the wrong place. See the second elevator you came out of? The one across the hallway? That one goes to the hangar. I'm sure you'll find who you need there," she pointed out. Her finger led down the hallway, and pointed directly at the hangar elevator.
"Thank you," Alex replied. And turned away.
"I can't believe I'm so stupid not to see that," Alex said to himself, and started to kick himself.
He walked down the long hallway, muttering piloting manuevers to himself.
As soon as he reached the hangar elevator, it opened. A few pilots were running out, and seem to be in quite of a hurry. All of them bumped into Alex, not bothering to say sorry.
He watched them, then shrugged. People these days. Always in a hurry.
He stepped into the hangar elevator, and tapped the hangar button. The doors shut, and dropped down to the hangar.
The ride was short. Around only 20 seconds.
Alex stepped off the elevator, and his jaw nearly dropped. The hangar was huge. He had to find the Captain, leader, or whoever's in charge of pilots in here.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 9:51 pm
Que_Arres "Hey Partisus! Chill out on the turns will ya'?" Unbeknownst to the piolot, Que had climbed in at the last minute, just to see what it was like to fly in one of those crazy contraptions. She pushed her glasses back on her nose. "What's this thing called again? Does it have a computer I can play with when you're done? Got anything to eat, Partisus? I'm starving!" "Most of the turns won't be that bad. This is an F-29. There's a navigational computer back there if you want to take a look. Feel free to plot a route through these canyons. I keep some food under the seats in case of emergencies. I suggest you strap yourself in. I don't want you flying out of your seat. Any particular reason you came along?" The end of the sentence was through gritted teeth as he threw his fighter into a hard bank, coming inches from hitting the canyon wall.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 10:00 pm
Partisus He looks back and sees Que sitting in the jumpseat. He then turns around, sighs, and begins answering her questions."Most of the turns won't be that bad. This is an F-29. There's a navigational computer back there if you want to take a look. Feel free to plot a route through these canyons. I keep some food under the seats in case of emergencies. I suggest you strap yourself in. I don't want you flying out of your seat. Any particular reason you came along?" The end of the sentence was through gritted teeth as he threw his fighter into a hard bank, coming inches from hitting the canyon wall. ooc: This is Que:  ic: "Curiosity," she said, rifling blindly under the seat for goodies while typing on the computer with her free hand. "Do you have any plasma down there? My darker half is starting to knaw at me." Being half-vampire, or more formally Semistrix, Que sometimes had... cravings, to put it lightly. She was still groping for a snack when she finished with the computer. "Got a quick n' dirty course charted for ya', taking into account all the obstacles one could fathom. Should make the journey swift and exhilerating."
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 10:19 pm
Que_Arres "Curiosity," she said, rifling blindly under the seat for goodies while typing on the computer with her free hand. "Do you have any plasma down there? My darker half is starting to knaw at me." Being half-vampire, or more formally Semistrix, Que sometimes had... cravings, to put it lightly. She was still groping for a snack when she finished with the computer. "Got a quick n' dirty course charted for ya', taking into account all the obstacles one could fathom. Should make the journey swift and exhilerating." "I think I stocked some just in case. Hang on, this one's going to be rough!" As he finished his sentence, he put the fighter into a split-S turn, diving straight down, rolling clockwise to change direction, then pulling back up. As he pulled up, he sideslipped right to avoid a sudden wall, and finished with a turn to the left, around the wall."You still with me?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2004 10:24 pm
Partisus "I think I stocked some just in case. Hang on, this one's going to be rough!" As he finished his sentence, he put the fighter into a split-S turn, diving straight down, rolling clockwise to change direction, then pulling back up. As he pulled up, he sideslipped right to avoid a sudden wall, and finished with a turn to the left, around the wall."You still with me?" Que said nothing. As soon as she knew there was blood to be found, she found it. Rolling with the vessel as it made its manuvers, she found the first-aid, gotten a plasma bag and sat down to enjoy herself. "Mmm... this is pretty good! Yours or someone else's?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 6:32 am
Que_Arres Que said nothing. As soon as she knew there was blood to be found, she found it. Rolling with the vessel as it made its manuvers, she found the first-aid, gotten a plasma bag and sat down to enjoy herself. "Mmm... this is pretty good! Yours or someone else's?" "That would be, rgh, mine. Easier to ensure compatability." Spotting an unusual rock formation, he fired the ship's retros, and turned the nose down into a dive. "Hold on, looks like this thing has some caves. Excellent."
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 7:57 am
Partisus "That would be, rgh, mine. Easier to ensure compatability." Spotting an unusual rock formation, he fired the ship's retros, and turned the nose down into a dive. "Hold on, looks like this thing has some caves. Excellent." "I know. I plotted them in your route. Thought they'd be fun." She finished of the plasma and put the empty bag in her pocket. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you taste really good. Oh! I have a new hand gun I'd like to tested out. Do you know where I might find a firing range?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 5:23 pm
With the announcements made of the Grand Prix, it seems like the first race will take place at Avantgarde. Perhaps we should go see the race live for the first race, Vicki. And if Kujaviak's also interested, we can all be there.
I'll be sending him a transmission in a few. Of course, I'll be strengthening the security in our spaces while we're at the race, as surely some people would attempt to do something on big events such as this.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2004 5:29 pm
Que_Arres "I know. I plotted them in your route. Thought they'd be fun." She finished of the plasma and put the empty bag in her pocket. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you taste really good. Oh! I have a new hand gun I'd like to tested out. Do you know where I might find a firing range?" "OK... I'll be sure to remember that. Just don't start leaning over my shoulder. I think there's a firing range somwhere in Grand Vanguard. Just be careful about the weapon restrictions." Glancing down at the sensor display, he noticed something that shouldn't have been there. As he watched, it came closer, and he made it out to be the signature of a military-grade engine a short distance ahead in the tunnels."I don't like this. I'm aborting the run and getting us out of here." He started into a hammerhead turn, neatly reversing both his velocity and heading. Just then, the carrier of the engine came around a bend in the tunnel. It was a large bipedal mech, strikingly similar in style to Nightshade, but somewhat bulkier and carrying much heavier weaponry, and it was pointing that weaponry at the F-29. The moment he saw that mech, he slammed the throttle to full and turned on the radio. While barely missing the walls of the tunnel, he sent out a distress signal."This is Partisus. Anyone nearby, I need immediate assistance. I am under attack by an unknown mech. I repeat, is anyone out there?! *end transmission* If you have any bright ideas, now's the time.
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