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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:06 pm
"2254... that's the year... and I am in a war... WE are in a war. In 2216, a massive virus infected a space station that was the brain and nerve center for a machine project. The machines were created to do anything... which was the big mistake... a VERY BIG mistake.
My name is John Marko... Alias Jetsaw... I am first in command of squadron Eagle Blade... we are nearly the last resistance on four planets in our solar system... and we are calling for more help. As of this moment, september 20th 2254 at exactly 10:26 AM, I am without but one solider in squadron Eagle Blade... and all hope seems lost now.
I am sending this message to all who can hold a weapon and use it well... this is private frequency Seven, Echo, Foxtrot, Bravo, Zeta... and I broadcast this to all available frequencies through proxy to let everyone know... we are here... in the flying Eagle base known as Eagle-1 on Earth."
John cuts the channel after that.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:17 pm
The basic gist of the entire story, is that it's sort of like Terminator Salvation, SORT OF!
There are no terminator bots running around, they are only flying machines and giant bots that can rip buildings apart. However they are weak to the weapons of now, but their numbers are in the millions everyday. The leaders have, since an epic battle, split off on differences unknown, going to one of each planet, John taking Earth of course.
As stated in the character roster, you are able to use any profile you wish, just so long as it abides by the guild rules. I personally will be Commander John Marko, head of Eagle Blade squadron. However there can be three other commanders; one for each planet.
If anyone has any questions, I will make an OOC thread in this same sub forum for any problems that arise, as well as a small update thread as well, just incase there is need for one.
Now for bases, we all need one right? Eagle-1 is the first flying fortress, and it is on earth. Though there are many other flying ships, this one is massive, being it is the largest and most massive of the ships. They scour the globe, searching for new survivors everyday, and taking down robots that try to take them down. The story is the same on the other three planets, flying ships, one big one in command, and robots everywhere.
The planets are another fun thing. Mercury, Venus, and Mars are habitable. We can breath the air, we can drink the water, and the gravity is as normal as earth's. However there are robot bases there as well.
Just as well the robots have a base as well, but it's hidden very well. BBO, or Big Brain One, is the giant satillite that the robots call a home and a master. but no one knows where it is yet, but as the story progresses, it's secret location is learned.LET THE WAR... BEGIN!!!
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 12:11 pm
September... going on 38 years of an unendable war. Happy birthday to the death of the world... age 38, and it's really getting hard to find a gift to give. Eagle-1, one the most advanced flying ships on earth, is currently over the Russian border. Tons of ships circle the globe daily, looking for new survivors of this war everyday, in hopes that all who're on these ships are not the only ones left on earth.
John Marko... age 25, alias Jetsaw, is the founder of this operation. After the split of the cities in 2215, John was left as the soul leader of the earth squadron Eagle Blade, his own squadron he'd founded. Shinzo, leader of the neutral cities, and Alureah, leader of the evil cities, left to different planets near earth, and since then, the three have not spoken... even as this menace has broken out to destroy all humanity.
John had cut the channel after sending that message of distress over the com channel. His own disposition rather pissed at the fact of none answering that message after ten years of broadcasting it. "Damn!" He yelled out slamming his fist into the console, leaning on it with both hands supporting himself. "Damn this... Yinsen!" He yelled again. Yinsen was the name of the computer system he designed. Perfectly undetectable by enemy machines, and running on it's own proxies and hacking software. A small cylindrical console came down from the ceiling with a small visor and red light shining in it. "Yes sir?" Yinsen asked poking two mechanical arms out of it's sides, pushing the palms together like a butler waiting for an order.
"Run the records on all machine production today, I want to know how many we're dealing with today." John said, walking past Yinsen to a glowing table with maps and charts on it. "Of course sir. It may take a little while, but it will be done sir." He said with a cheerful tone in his voice synthesizer, pulling back into the ceiling to run the numbers.
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