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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:02 pm
After Crash: Battle for Silens Basic Plot After the Economical Crash of 3015, the world changed forever. As only the rich and powerful could subside, low and middle class throughout the world revolted, which lead to the formation of an over trained and armed police force known as UPF (United Peace Forces) funded by those who, having survived the crash intact, were left with the existent wealth of the planet. The World –its riches and resources- are now controlled by four World Generals, elected by the remaining wealthy, and one World Controller, who is posted in Peruro (capital of Junee), at the UPF’s headquarters at all times. Rebellion struck not too long later as a union was created within the former South Islands who were, Pre-Crash, a reasonably wealthy nation, doing commerce with the continent. The union was named Mîlle Insula pro Licentia (or Thousand Islands for Freedom); their main goal was to overthrow the UPF in order for the riches, resources and environment to be returned to the inhabitants of the continent and of the islands. They consisted mostly of what one could describe as modern day piratery, the Islands’ main domain being the construction of sophisticated and technologically advanced vessels. The MIL first struck in 3020, when in response to the UPFs annex of high-quality land and resources, they kidnapped and tortured one of the four World Generals. In the 3020s, commonly called Inquisition, the UPF brutally murdered and imprisoned hundreds who supported and were taking part in the activities of the MIL, leaving them weakened... but as determined as ever to bring equity and freedom to the people.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:03 pm
War Specs UPF (United Peace Forces) Highly superior in matters of advanced technology and genetic manipulation, the United Peace Forces has now controlled the main continent, Silens, for over a decade, pressuring its inhabitants into servitude and reducing them to unimaginable poverty. Equipped with the newest weapons, armour and genetic enhancements, their soldiers have been trained and programmed to obey, no matter what the order. Soldiers are bound to Lieutenants, Lieutenants to Captains and Captains to their respective General. Imprisonment or execution awaits he who dares defy authority. The UPF’s ultimate goal is to keep the world in a perpetual state of servitude, where the wealthy can reign and the poor obey. MIL (Mille Insula pro Licentia) It is understood that, at the beginning of the rebellion, the South Island’s leaders met and created the plans for an immense battle station that would be disguised as an island; they called it Esperantos (Hope). Esperantos follows the concept of the iceberg; the battle station, a massive construction, is situated under the surface, whereas the emerging fraction has the characteristics of a deserted tropical Island. It has capacity to move at incredible speed as to stay perfectly still and is equipped with the most recent energy canons and lasers, controlled by the best crew found in the world, yet. The six story submarine has residential quarters for those who wish to remain on board at all times, but the most part is occupied by a shipyard. There is also the bridge (control room), armed up to the tooth with the highest grade surveillance, targeting and munitions system. MilitaryUnlike the UPF’s soldiers, members of the MIL willingly enter the organisation and fight for what they believe in; freedom. They take orders from Esperantos’ Commander and a counsel that they elect, consisting often of Island leaders or men possessing their own ship. Technology-Anti-gravitation: Used with personnel, planes. Ability to glide, hover and amplifies mobility. -Sophisticated body armour: fitted body suit that possesses great resistance to all elements and pressure. -Advanced genetic manipulation: Enhances basic human capabilities (i.e. Strength, speed, endurance, bone strength, vision etc.) -Energy based weapons: Speaks for itself, use your imagination... (Think Halo) NOTE - I will consider further suggestions for technology; feel free to PM!!!
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:14 pm
RULES 1. Follow guild rules 2. No Godmodding 3. PM your Profiles (complete) to me with the title 'After Crash' 4. Be literate (complete sentences, proper grammar and spelling)
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 7:45 pm
Character Profile I must accept your character before you can post! Currently looking for:UPF(United Peace Forces) -World Controler -World Generals -Lieutenants/Captains/Soldiers MIL (Mille Insula pro Licentia) -Esperantos' Commander -Island leaders -Captains -Others... Name: (Name of your Character) Nickname(s): (Any nicknames, aliases, military or personal) Gender: (Male or Female) Age: (Keep it reasonable) Affiliation: (Which side are you a part of?) Status/Rank: (What is your job/civilian status/military ranking?) Appearance: (What are the physical attributes?) Clothing: (What does he/she wear?) Personality: (How is the character like with people/alone?) Weapons(if applicable): (With what does the character fight/defend?) Armour(if applicable): (What protects your character?) Abilities (i.e. powers, skills): (What is special about him/her?) Short History: (A little historical anecdote about the past and current situation) Name: Nickname(s): Gender: Age: Affiliation: Status/Rank: Appearance: Clothing: Personality: Weapons(if applicable): Armour(if applicable): Abilities (i.e. powers, skills): Short History:
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 10:40 am
Characters xXSuimitsuXx Name: Jaanii Archera Nickname(s): Miss. Layne Gender: Female Age: 29 Affiliation: Active member of the MIL Status/Rank: Member of the MIL counsel; posing as secretary for the General of Confrontation in Peruro Appearance: 5’3”, 120lbs, waist long wavy brown hair, brown eyes Clothing: Red longsleved top, tight black pants, black leather boots Personality: Optimistic, energetic and determined, she is also soft and calm. She is pondered and well informed Weapons: -Plasma pistol attached to belt -Plasma rifle carried on back -Dirk hidden in left boot Armour: -Energy shield (device strapped to belt) -Light chest armour Abilities: -Technology (ships, weapons) -Navigation -Thorough knowledge of history, geography and philosophy Short History: Jaanii’s familly has been building ships for generations and she therefore knows most of the new technologies. She was raised in a small village on an Island in a familly of 5 (Father, Mother, and two older brothers) and was taught to enjoy life to the fullest; she loves to laugh and make other happy. Her father’s business had a hard time surviving the crash and, when he was offered to join the MIL and move to the Northern Islands, he brought with him his daughter and a handful of skilled worker he still had at his disposition. Jaanii was then 22 and joined their ranks as nothing more than a helper in the construction of ships. She was soon promoted as a double agent, posing as the secretary of the General of Confrontation, in Peruro, bringing back strategic information to the MIL. xXKyousukeXx Name: Jonan Merida (Yo-nahn Meuh-ree-dah), real name unknown to all but few... Nickname(s): Taicho, Fukumen(Used by most) Gender: Male Age: 32 Affiliation: Pro-MIL (Not official member) Status/Rank: Captain of the battleship Albatross(http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/seed-destiny/minerva.jpg) - Free Agent under the MIL's employ Appearance: 6ft tall, 160lbs. Blue eyes, black hair (Refer to AVI) Clothing: http://public.tektek.org/img/av/m09/d24/20/45bd28.pngPersonality: Rough and wild personality, while very polite and proper. Follows strict codes and commands his flagship, the Albatross, with an iron fist. Despises the UPF and supports the MIL whenever called upon. Enjoys the game of patience and treasures his company and all it's employees, guests and relatives immensely. Weapons: -Twin .50cal S&W Revolvers(short 4-shot barrel) with laser-sight attachments -M-32 Multiple Shot Grenade Launcher -Combat Shotgun -Black Nagamaki -Longbow and arrow quiver(diamond pointed) -Scout Falcon named Henzai Armour: -Light high-grade body armour -Gauntlets -Iron mask over one side of his face Abilities: -Tactical Marine and Air Warfare -Navigation -Marksmanship -Bargaining and Trade Short History: Born in the Northern most part of the Islands, Jonan was the first to witness the terror of the UPF's Inquisition era. One of the few to survive his town's destruction, he was drafted into a small revolutionary group at the age of 12 and fought alongside many, now deceased, comerades. With the help of a few close friends, he fled to the south, away from war and began a trade company in order to provide the poor with services that were previously unaccessible to them. With minor profit and donations from secret third-parties, he began the construction of his battleship, the Albatross and today commands a private crew of 50. Never forgetting the generosity of those who got him there, and the comerades who died for freedome, he is now fighting the UPF in covert missions, a known terror of the seas, under and above. Tanakietsu Name: Felix Chrystan (Kh-rii-sh-tun) Nickname(s): Cyan (known only by present unit comrades), Captain (used by military officers outside of the unit) Gender: Male Age: 39 Affiliation: UFP Status/Rank: Special Forces Captain Appearance: Felix stands around 5'9" and is rather muscular because of military training and requirements. His eyes are almost matching in color with emeralds and his sickening blonde hair is cut to militant proportion except his [forest green] bangs which hang down to his nose. Clothing: When on military ground Felix, like all other military men, wears his uniform. When on civilian turf or on the field of combat, he alters his appearance so no-one treats him any differently. His choice of clothes includes a torn white t-shirt with dark green under armor beneath it as well as tan cargo pants, big black hiking boots, and a black beanie with a silver cross on the front. Personality: Felix is a quiet man with great respect for everyone on the planet. He feels much obligation to his unit and his past comrades who have fallen in battle. Determined and hard-working, there is little that he cannot accomplish with what he feels is necessary materials: his combat knife and M1911A1. Very obedient to his comrades, he sometimes acts outside of the rules of the military when on the field pending on the situation. Felix also feels that advanced technology takes the pride out of warfare. He never uses any form of energy-based weaponry due to his pride. Weapons: Felix usually carries an assortment of weapons, including a combat knife, M1911A1 (hand-gun), a small stock of smoke and flash-bang grenades, a restored XM16E1 (assault rifle with automatic, three-shot burst, and single shot firing options). He also carries the standard military equipment in his backpack: rope, a lighter, binoculars (night vision capable), small supply of rations, and cigarettes. Armour: Standard issue medium armor painted green and white Extra grip gloves and shoes. Abilities: Felix is trained in marksmanship, and has had decent exposure to Close Quarters Combat. Given his rank, he also has fair leadership qualities, and studied geology, archaeology, geography, and many languages. Short History: At the tender age of six, Felix's dad abandoned him in a military institute. He was "adopted" into the military at the age of seven, nearly one month later. Since then, military has been his entire life. He dedicated his life into perfection and finding his parents (which he later found were dead). When the world went to Hell during the 3015 crash, he was "invited" to the UPF forces. During the Inquisition, his squad was ambushed and Felix was the only survivor. Since then, his life has been dedicated to training and perfecting the art of combat. Being on the field is a sort of high for this soldier, and the thrill will make him laugh in pressured situations. He worked his way into the Special Forces unit which specializes in small group infiltrations and "behind enemy lines" attacks. He currently fights for the UPF doing only what he's told. Yoder Name: Yuki Daruma Aliases: Giri Gender: Male Age: 46 Affiliation: UPF Status/Rank: General of Confrontation Appearance: 5'9", 180 lbs, graying dirty blond hair, brown eyes, very muscular Clothing: When not on the battlefield, he dons a gray robe. Underneath, he keeps his military uniform on with soldier boots and gloves. Always smoking a cigar, his quarters are usually filled with a concentrated stale smokey air. Personality: A grouchy old fart if there ever was one, he demands obedience from those under his command. Strict, but not cruel, he insists on fighting with his troops in battle. Around old acquaintances, he opens up more and relaxes, expressing his true feelings about the war. He walks with a slight limp due to a hip injury from when he was still a lieutenant. Weapons: - M-16 - Desert Eagle - Spiked Meteor (Titanium Ball, Chain, and Grip) Armour: - Full Medium High-Grade Body Armor - Life Support Pack Abilities: - Command and Oration - Firearm Warfare - Infantry Tactics - Computer Systems Hacking Short History: Starting as mere infantry at the age of 16, he steadily climbed the military ladder. At 24, he beame a lieutenant. Later while 32, he gained captain status. Finally, he became a general at the age of 40. Since his promotion, he has gained the reputation of being the toughest general of the four. Due to his current position, he has near to free reign over where he can go and what he can do. Maker Of Tomorrow Name: Alexander Bane Nickname(s): X, Alex, Wingman, Bane Gender: Male Age: 27 Affiliation: Prefers MIL, but will work where the money is. Status/Rank: Mercenary without a contract Appearance: 6'2", 150lbs, Blue Eyes generally hidden by a few loose strands of Black Hair Clothing: Alexander Personality: Alexander is a very quiet person, rarely speaking unless first spoken to. When he does speak, he is usually very direct. He's especially direct if he does not personally know the person who spoke to him. If he knows the person talking to him, he is a kinder person who is not afraid to share his wisdom. When given an order, he follows it through. He will question from time to time, but he will obey regardless. Only on few occasions will he disobey a direct order. And when he does, heads roll. Weapons: --All of his weaponry, except for his own personal sword, is tied directly to his Body Armor -Two Thermal-Energy Beam Swords. The easiest way to combat them is with other Thermal Energy Weaponry, but due to the lack of them many units are equipped with a generator designed to repel the energy. -Standard, Combat Scanner that gives him a normal view of the battlefield -X-Ray Visor, allowing him to pinpoint more vulnerable portions of enemy ships and armor -A One-Handed Sword commonly called "Caladbolg" Armor: Wing Zero Custom--The Armor Alexander wears was originally intended to be a larger, Mobile Suit type design that the UPF would use to shut down the MIL. Bane, holding no liking for the UPF at the time, stole the design and smuggled it into the Northern Islands. The engineers there were certainly impressed with the design, but adjusted it to fit their own means. In doing so, they created a Combat Ready Body Armor for Alex that he can call on with the touch of a button. It was a fantastic design that conformed directly to X's body. With an immense speed and a mildly high attack power, the armor's true weakness lies in its minimal defensive power. X is quite capable of dodging while using the armor, but when he does get hit it really isn't pleasant. -Armor Strengths: Attack and Speed -Armor Weakness: Little Defense -Armor Bonus: Life Support allowing Sea and Space Travel Abilities: -High Speed Combat -Battle Strategy -Increased overall physical capability due to Genetic Splicing during his time in the UPF Short History: Originally, Alex Bane, also known in the mercenary world as "Wing Man", was a soldier of the UPF. Something went wrong during the Genetic Manipulation and splicing, however, and he retained the ability to think for himself. He kept this a secret from his superiors for obvious reasons, though, and followed many of the orders he was given. He carried out many assassinations, targeted many civilians, and did many things that most people would consider unforgivable. During that time, he was known as Firearm, the fastest, most talented soldier of the UPF. No one ever knew his real name. Something went wrong though, and one day the UPF lost track of its greatest soldier. He quite honestly disappeared off the face of the planet, or so the UPF thought. He slipped into the untraceable life of a mercenary, changing everything about him. He then became known as Wingman, a lightning fast mercenary that went wherever the money took him. Most of the contracts he picks up are set up by the MIL, for obvious reasons, although no one knows what they are. On rare occasion, he has been known to take a contract from the UPF, though. Keep an eye out for the White Wings of his armor when you take to the field. They only mean trouble. Skreemer Name: Daniel Munoz Nickname(s): Danno Gender: Male Age: 28 Affiliation:MIL Status/Rank: Captain Appearance: Daniel has relativley pale skin due to a genetic fault in his family. He has mid length brown hair and green eyes, a soul patch, thin angular features Clothing: He dresses in long flowing dark blue robe shirt, loose black trousers, a brown leather bandolier for weaponry and ammo, a black leather belt, black leather boots and head wrap scarf worn during storms or ambushes. Personality: Deep, quiet thinker, used to working a quiet business on the boat El Topo. Weapons: -Energy assault rifle:Slung on back. -Bullpup pattern, with scope. -Blade launcher razz ropels small blades at high speeds through magnetic pulses, allowing penetration of targets armour and flesh. -Combat Scimitar: old family tradtional weapon, used in close combat raids and infiltration: -Burst pistol: short range combat weapon, used in conjunction with sword. Armour: -Lightweight under robe defense plates: designed to protect the user and link up with heavier armour plates. -Night spiders helmet: A multiple use helm incorporating night vision, oxygen filters, diving breathers and comms unit. Due to its use as infiltration equipment it offers little protection on its own, instead needing to be added to a full helmet. Abilities:Infiltrator:Able to take his squads ahead of main forces and gain access to enemy facilities. Ambush expert:Knows the terrain of the island and can have his troops hide up to a week in advance of troop deployment. Night Fighter: His background working at night as a smuggler has allowed him greater hearing, scent and night vision. He has requisitoned for his troops augments to replicate this effect in the night spiders helm. Short History: His family have lived on Silens for a great length of time. Since the invasion they have worked as smugglers, rebels and other headaches for the newcomers. He worked as a smuggler until his brother was lost in action. Deciding to go after him, he stole new weaponry and equipment and became a splinter force, operating a guerilla campaign wherever he is taken.
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 4:52 pm
Geography Light Green (grass) = Fertile land Dark Green (trees) = Forest Yellow = Mountains Questions? Comments? Insults?
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 8:26 am
"Mark?", shouted a tall imperious figure shrouded in the room's darkness. Upon a two-meter high chair he sat, centered in the bridge, giving him a bird's eye view of every operation within the bridge. Below him was his main operators, two to the front(Helmsman & Sensor Officer), two to each of his sides([CIC] Combat Info Control Officers) and two slightly behind them(Communications & Fire Control Officers). The consoles they operated, totalling six for each of them, faintly lit up the bridge, just enough to make each of them out. To the far front was an enormous viewing window. Outside, the cold and dark depths of the sea.
"Mark, 10-4-0-0, kyori...8000 metres. Maintaining speed at 15 knots. Depth is 12,000...", replied the Sensor Officer. He was prompt, disciplined and very respectful in his tone and address. The captain, reviewing data on his own screen, nodded quickly. His face glistened because of the mask he wore on his left side. Reminiscent of the Phantom... He was dressed in classic naval attire: a long black coat, black shirt and black trousers, trimmedin gold and complimented with small ruffled cuffs. The six men and women were uniformed in the same design, yet less elaborate.
"Maintain course at 10-4-0-0 and reduce to 5 knots at mark 1000", he ordered to which the helmsman acknowledged by repetition. Looking to his left, his Communications and Personnel Officer spoke as if on cue: "They'll be ready in 3, sir!".
"Good...", the captain said quite softly. Stealing a glance away from his panels to the outside abyss, he reflected awhile, his mind drifting. "Damn Union dogs....I'll make you remember the day you claimed the lives of my countrymen, my friends...my family.", he thought gravely.
"Shipmaster, the bridge is yours, I shall return."
Stepping down from his chair, he swiped up a long black nagamaki in it's sheath, slinging it over his back. To the rear, sliding doors opened his path to an elevator. The doors closed, his face was dark...
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 7:50 am
Nobody likes to wait for a meeting, including the man who was sitting impatiently in the lobby. He however, was waiting for a reason unlike almost every other soldier in the UPF. He was called upon by a general - which one he did not know. This was a great honor for a soldier in the UPF. Normally as a captain he would receive his orders via telecom. He wondered what his men were doing at that moment, probably slacking as usual. He looked up at the clock and then back down at the floor in frustration. After a few moments he realized that his form was too casual. He straightened up, his uniform boasted proudly - after all, he did have enough medals to show off. He took in his surroundings as if he was on the field - you never knew when something hostile could happen in a soldier's life. He saw a few employees stumbling about - mostly mailmen or janitors. And of course there was the lobby "maid" as he called her. Nothing but a secretary, nothing special, nothing thrilling other than taking the barked orders of a grumpy general. Yet that's what he did as well. "Oh well" he thought, "There's nothing I can do about it."
Out of sheer boredom he decided to break one of the rules and unsheathe his survival knife. He started playing with it, and as he did he overheard some moron employees gossiping about him. "Hey, isn't that the spec-ops captain?" "No, it can't be. He wouldn't make a public appearance unless he was apologizing for blowing up another building." But surely he hadn't done anything reckless in three quarts a year. This meeting had to be for something else.
Smiling at these impetuous fools reminded him of the time he did, in fact, blow up a building. Yet after this vivid memory, he continued to fool around with his survival knife. Waiting for what seemed endless time; he finally was called upon to enter the elevator. The spec-ops captain looked irritated as the elevator doors shut.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 1:41 pm
General Yuki Daruma sat at his desk, finishing off his cigar. Given that he had called for a personal meeting with a captain under him, he was attempting to give the air some time to clear up. Finally finishing most of his cigar, Yuki doused the rest in a shallow ashy cup. He stood from his large desk, cracking open the window nearest to him. The cool air from 20 stories up blasted through the small wedge of an opening, carrying some of the smoky air back in the backdraft.
His office was very organized, as if nobody ever so much as touched anything within. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all composed of a dense dark metal that clicked with every step Yuki made. His trapezoidal desk was made of a pristinely white marble. His leather chair was comfortable yet still professional. The two chairs opposite his desk were less luxurious, though still of fine material.
Before he could sit down after opening the window, the elevator's bells from further down the shaft could be heard. Clearly his captain was on his way up, because this elevator was private, only going to a few select floors. As the elevator arrived on his floor but before the doors opened, Yuki stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 3:27 pm
It had been a long time since his last encounter with a soldier of higher or equal rank, Cyan thought to himself. In fact, he'd been out on the field training his squad for the past two months for building infiltration and jungle operations. He himself had been training exclusively for assassinations and one-man missions. The time he spent felt like two seconds compared to this elevator ride. It felt like it was two hours of simple standing, as he wasn't even at attention. He pondered ultimately what he thought was every possibility of situation he could be called upon for. Promotion was singled out as a definite negative. Cyan had trained himself to stay at the rank of captain - it was all he wanted. Some authority and field operations were always a possibility. The one thing he feared was an aerial mission - Cyan had no experience with planes and quite frankly hated heights.
The doors opened and Cyan followed standard procedure as he always had for 32 years of his life. He took five steps forward, snapped to attention, and saluted like any soldier would. He announced his arrival, also within standard procedure.
"Special Operations Captain Felix Chrystan, sight, smell, and hearing genetic modifications reporting for duty. Sir."
Although this title wasn't necessary - Cyan had to do it or fear imprisonment. He had never met a general before, but from what he had read in the papers he had a general idea. He wasn't as old as any of the generals, but had more military experience. Not knowing what to expect however, was what Cyan had been trained for. He awaited what could be conceived as a Pandora's box.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 7:37 pm
A broken, scattered image appeared on screen at the bridge of the battleship Albatross. The static screen came with a message attached. The message was carried by a smooth flowing voice that was powerful, yet gentle.
"This is freelance mercenary Alexander Bane, a.k.a. Wing Man, requesting permission to dock on the Battleship Albatross. Use secure line Alpha, Centari, Omega to respond."
Outside the ship, a humanoid creature with white wings of metal drifted through the water. A closer look revealed the entire humanoid to be metal. It was Alexander Bane, more commonly known as either X or Wing Man. He had been tracking the Albatross for some time, and finally caught up to the massive vessel. It was finally time for him to have something to do it would seem, because he was informed that his next orders would come directly from the ship's captain.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 6:05 pm
((Dude!...*sighs*..You can't just barge into me like that...give the RP some time to develop....but I'll go with it for now......))
No sound was heard as the elevator descended several floors from the bridge. The Captain, Fukumen(Mask) as he was commonly known as, stood fiercely, unwavering, his posture and composure an example of perfection. Surely, this was a man centered on his esteem and his presentation, but not overly. He kept clean, shaven, his teeth - a pristine white. His hair, brushed to one side, hid his gaze from all, leaving people victim to the crystal blue eye staring at them through the hole in his mask. A com link opened within the ship, it was his Communications Officer.
"Sir, we've received a shortwave transmission from a possible known. Identified as freelancer Bane.", the officer said. Fukumen's glance hardened at the name. The man was dangerous and usually impossible to keep a track of. His diplomacy, the most of the problem. "We've traced the static to a location about 200 metres off our starboard side, at our level.."
Fukumen sighed deeply. Even the most impossible odds and advanced diving technology could not keep away certain people. They seemed simply oblivious to it...
"Secure the Link on his desired channels and relay it to my PerNav(Optical Visual Computer). I want all available personnel to go to Level 1 Battle Status immediately. I'm authorizing the CIWS and Wolfram M25 torpedoes! We can't take any chances with this one...", ordered the Captain promptly.
With a deep breath, he uttered: "Patch me through..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 1:29 pm
((I apologize for being a nuisance, then. I will take note of this situation for later. I must say though, I am extremely amused as to the measures you take against my character. I find it entertaining.))
Bane waited idly outside the Albatross, wondering what possibly could be taking so long for a simple reply. Although it was tempting, he refrained from using his X-Ray visor to see exactly what was going on. Why spoil the surprise, right? There was no need.
Bane was quite surprised, though, when Fukumen himself was the one attached at the other end of the commlink. Bane was expecting one of the Captain's subordinates, one of the communications officers perhaps. And by the look on Fukumen's face, he could tell that the man wasn't happy to see him. Was it really that bad to have a mercenary working for you?
"Good Captain." Bane began, "I hope I haven't disturbed you at an untimely hour. Requesting permission to board your ship. I could use a place to rest, and then I'm yours for a mission or two."
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