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Post by noxdrac on Apr 1, 2008 12:02:18 GMT -6
Genesis, utterly boored at this point looked to his right when he saw his arteficial brother come in the teleporter room and nodded. "Commander Blaze" Genesis said, looking straight at him. "I am sorry I have not informed you of this before. As some of you might know, I am a new version of a construct some of you have fought alongside before. However, for those who don't, My name is Genesis, Designation 57819. My former name I do not wish to disclose, since it was a failure as an experiment."
Genesis looked around the room and noticed something, He let them know.... he let them see.... how could he have been so careless, so stupid...
"Commander... please.. accept...my...apo..log...ees... but... we... have use for.... his.... talents...."
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Post by rumor on Apr 1, 2008 13:04:33 GMT -6
"Understood."
With that taken care of, Tempest found a unoccupied corner of the room and sat intending to meditate a bit before they were sent off. He did however send a transmission to Alter as he was sitting down.
"Nothing to worry about. I have a feeling you'll be seeing Strike soon my friend. I simply ask that upon reaching our target try to stay close to me. I will keep a guard for the both of us."
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Post by Mordred on Apr 1, 2008 14:03:26 GMT -6
Alter nodded offhandedly, and responded to Tempest's message with a simple receipt tone. He was beginning to get impatient, but was currently managing to hide it well.
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Post by grandmasterdewei on Apr 1, 2008 14:23:23 GMT -6
"How's the final armor Zhao Guocai?" the grandmaster said with concern.
"It's just finished. We need to spend about a couple of minutes plugging the armor into your existing internal armor."
"This is quality of the highest mastery possible. Only suitable for someone like me though, anyone who tries to wear this armor, might collapse very easily. But I still don't understand what it can do."
"This armor is made from the strongest alloy out there, but also since it's so strong, you are probably the only one who can actually struggle to wear it, when you first put it on. Once you do wear it, you will not feel it's effects as much. The damage resistance is highest of it's class, it will not slow you down at all, it has that special weapon you requested inside of it."
"I might not be able to get through the teleportation room though, especially with that much density on the armor. I know they might think I'm out of my mind, but I still must go."
"If you can't teleport out of the room, you might be able to bypass it. But if not, you can spend a little of your own energy manually teleporting. You don't need anyone to assist either, you push on a keypad that pops out of your arm, and you tell it where you want to go. It will setup a private signal with the environment, and it will bring you there."
"This armor can teleport the user?"
"Yes but every 100 miles, it takes about 1 minute to teleport you. Since the Sahara is so far away, you might need about less than 1 hour to teleport. But the teleport is 99.99% fail proof on all tests."
"Good enough for me. Listen, I appreciate this alot. Thank you."
"But what do you plan on doing, grandmaster?"
"Wish I could say, Zhao Guocai. But if I don't come back though, know that humanity is not ready for peace. At this point in time, it doesn't even look possible, but I don't know yet. People cannot see past the decisions that they don't understand. This is one of the biggest things I understand, and I know the risks involved. Take care friend."
Both bowed out to each other, and the armor was equipped inside of the grandmaster. His color on the outside went from red, to glowing silver and white. Almost as if he had an aura. He walked back into the teleportation room, and waited for G1. He wanted to discuss something with him briefly. The aura glowing off the grandmaster was so bright though, that if the teleportation room didn't have lights, now it did.
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Post by E.X.I.A.M. on Apr 1, 2008 15:17:55 GMT -6
Exiam covers his eyes as a bright light enters the room gritting his teeth lightly wondering what happend to the small recon squad that was ordered to finding the lost squad.
(in case exiam wasnt in the original roster)
The only reason he had come to the teleporter room was to verify wether or not they would need his services for this mission. Cause if there was not tactics invovled then there was no need for him to be here.
(end of in case exiam wasnt in the oringal roster)
His mind whirring clicking and saving the extra data provided by drac filing it for when he ahd mroe time to process it right now he would need to keep his teammates alive and make sure they didnt die by his stupidity. Of course if they decided to ignore his tactics and go die on their own stupid accord then they could go ahead.
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Post by Strike on Apr 1, 2008 20:56:39 GMT -6
Pssh.
The door to the teleporter room opened as Strike floated in. He landed softly, as usual, and looked around the room.
"Alright. Report, everyone. I want to make damned sure that everyone who's here is ready to go."
He looked around the room, scanning the occupants and making a mental note of obvious capabilities.
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Post by Mordred on Apr 1, 2008 21:36:19 GMT -6
Alter's jaw dropped. There were some differences, of course; Alter hadn't met yet the Reploid who could escape death without a few changes. Nonetheless, there was no mistaking that easy command, the pure self-confidence that flowed from every gesture into the men under his protection.
The scientist stepped forward a few paces, slowly, haltingly. He was surely out of the press of people by now, but he kept walking anyway, stopping a mere ten or so paces from the resurrected one. "You're really back, aren't you..? I watched you die, I hauled your corpse back to base... How is it that you stand here?" Hope was etched into every line of the sad man's face, and a sort of adoration that no one but the old X had ever elicited from him before.
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Post by Strike on Apr 2, 2008 3:38:56 GMT -6
"Huh?"
Strike turned to face the scientist that walked up to him. He studied him for a second, his memory jogging, then it hit him.
"Alter."
The Copy Reploid was definitely a welcome sight. He hadn't seen many of the people he'd appointed as heads in the Hunters around in quite a bit. He was starting to worry that people like G1 had utterly replaced them.
He didn't like that idea.
At least there was one man with a good head on his shoulders around.
Hey, Leader! Do something! He asked you a question!
Ah, Logic. Always an interesting bit of information it had to throw in.
"Hey, c'mon Alter, you didn't think that something like a nuclear meltdown could keep the great Strike down, did you?" The Reploid's face cracked into a grin as he complimented himself, then he gave a small chuckle.
"Really, it's more of luck. After you pulled the sheet over my head, Cinnamon managed to get my subroutines off of my memory banks before they completely went under. After that, she... hmm."
Strike seemed to have a sudden change of heart. His voice lowered a bit, hopefully enough that Alter alone could hear him.
"You know, I don't exactly like the idea of sharing what happened with everyone. If you want to talk in private, we can, but I'd rather not everyone know what happened. Kinda embarassing actually..."
He grumbled slightly for some ungiven reason, then awaited Alter's answer.
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Post by Mordred on Apr 2, 2008 9:41:05 GMT -6
Alter nodded, understanding just how unpleasant memories can be, and chose not to press the subject further. Instead, he changed the subject. "Cinnamon... Who knew she would be able to interfere with death itself when I never could? Truly, there's something of the miraculous in that." Before he could really sink into the usual melancholy that came with the memory of failure, he took a good look at Strike's face, realizing that, whatever had happened in the past was merely an error -
For the first time, Alter suddenly realized just what a wreck he had become since submerging himself into that gloomy, desolate world of his own making. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair, and felt a small cloud of dust free itself from the synthetic locks. Without even needing to check, he also realized that his face hadn't been replaced for years, and the synthflesh had to be looking its age. "All this time I thought I was at least better-looking than your slagged hide, but I guess time proves me wrong once more, eh?" Alter laughed, a wheezy sound that didn't quite express itself properly but was at least recognizable, but there was no mistaking the smile that spread across his features. Everything was alright again, and it would stay that way.
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Post by Idei on Apr 2, 2008 10:03:04 GMT -6
Turning back, Blaze waited for Yuuichi's reply. Returning from the Equipment room with a sack of equipment, he started to fiddle around with some, and other, he put on. He looked at Blaze and said, "They needed some experience, so I brought them over they will get registered as soon as I don't forget about it or start caring. They are just along for the ride, so just ignore them. Besides, I'm sure you want to keep staring at Trina when you have nothing better to do." Ied looked at something called a "Terrain Equality Device" and put it on the bottom of his leg enhancements. He also donned a robe, he didn't want to overheat himself. He did have a cooling device on him, courtesy of the equipment lab, but he didn't want to risk it. Looking at the other equipment he found, he placed the rest in a sack and slung it over his back.
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Post by kehaul on Apr 3, 2008 2:57:38 GMT -6
Eying the festivities from a self-made perch, just an arm's reach above the rest; the tiny chickadee cocked her head adorably towards each commotion with equal interest. She understood, had been made to understand the history of stealth, especially of the days before dedicated stealth technology. The elite stealth unit of the former Maverick Hunters, harnessed and stored as digitized data. Their names, species and composition; an inside understanding of that forgotten era so few reploids had experienced firsthand.
It was no surprise, should have been no surprise; that the stealth unit of such an era was composed primarily of anthromorphs. No stealth devices, no second chances; the golden age of stealth tactics, and still the very golden age of all reploid kind. It was just too easy to understand why anyone from that era seemed to have a chip on their shoulders, why Copy X's actions were understandable, forgivable even... but only the extent of the actions that took place at Giga City. Such psychological debates on the war plagued mankind, plagued even reploid kind; mere curiosities for her, one that was from neither fold. How quaint it was, really; having a safe, eagle eye view on such matters.
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Yet the dearth of such knowledge seemed as if it would claim at least half of the lives of those presently gathered about. Save for a select few known to have a disposition towards at least technological stealth. Which was to say the least, her own buttered bread... or was that bread and butter? Animal instincts were not a strong point of hers, nor any other gathered here it seemed. Her knowledge though, surprisingly enough, was a strength.
Oh, and how Blaze had become a busy man, supposing any placed in such a position suffered from the same. Descending, inching ever closer, the keen eared creature listened in. She understood the mission, yet how he intended to pull it off with so, so many. Hulking automatons with less inherent stealth capability than golems needing to work in tandem with the few that possessed the knowledge and capability of real stealth; somehow the briefing seemed lacking.
This was the Maverick Hunters though; the elite of the elite in various fields, so naturally they must have had a plan. Naturally, she wanted to hear this plan too! The first bit of professionalism leaked into her otherwise carefree demeanor, not the least of which involved approaching the commander in a more official manner... without playing peek-a-boo. Though the backpack she held in both lent suspect on her inability to do such in the first place.
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Post by Strike on Apr 3, 2008 3:27:21 GMT -6
"Hey, the older look is good for you. Gives you a sort of... I don't know, wizened look. And don't worry about it, after all, healing's in Cinnamon's genes. Well. Programming. Look, humans invented the language, we're allowed to screw it up every once in a while."
He threw a weak punch for Alter's shoulder, a friendly gesture to an old comrade.
"After all, we Reploids have a habit of not dying you know. Something about stubbornness, I guess. Talk to Zero about it, I'm sure he'd get it."
He nods to Alter, then turns to the rest of the group. "So. I want a report, post-haste. Who here is ready, and what capabilities do you all have?"
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Post by trueblaze on Apr 3, 2008 4:03:07 GMT -6
"Goodevening" Guard said. "Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Noxdeth, Codename Guard. I have been working together with Genesis for a long time now. You could say we are like brothers..." Guard paused for a moment, showing a small grin as he looked to his left. "He has informed me of a mission about to take place, and has demanded from me that I requested permission to join" Guard continued as his eyes scouted the room, trying to find the Commanding officier. As yet another unexpected guest decided to join the now reckon brigade, Blaze decided to take out his frustrations on the nearest wall using his head. After repeated bonks, he finally turned away tossing the data pad containing the duty roster into the air and allowing it to fall to the ground with a thud. "Sure, why not, welcome aboard. As long as we're at it we may as well wait for Ed from the mail room to join too, after all he's about the only one who hasn't decided to join in so far," Blaze fumed in frustration. Walking out of the room he entered a near by lavatory and splashed some water on his face. Once again calmed and collected, he re-entered the room. "Alright everyone, quiet down and listen up," Blaze called over the groups chatter. Being smaller than most of the crew there, he had decided to climb onto as nearby chair to help his voice carry. "We'll be moving out shortly, so be sure to check your gear one last time to make sure you haven't forgotten anything." He looked around as he spoke, "Remember, our primary mission is to find what happened to tango team, our secondary objective is to confirm whether or not this resistance base truly exists or not. If we should encounter Neo Arcadian resistance, engagement with them is a last resort. I repeat, a LAST resort. If we're discovered we will have to abort the mission or risk being over run."
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Post by Strike on Apr 3, 2008 5:30:01 GMT -6
"Hah, lose some nerve Blaze?"
Strike's trademark grin flashed across his face as he took a look at Blaze. His helmet shone for just a second in the light, reflecting the glare from the crimson armor.
"You know, I'd never take you as the personality type to turn your back on battle. I guess you've changed a bit overall as well, eh? As a side note though."
Strike took a couple of steps forward as well. Whether he was a leader or not in this, he had a bad habit of taking charge in the situation. Whether or not it was a good idea.
"Listen up Hunters! I want everyone here outfitted properly. Confirm now that your armors are properly sealed, I'm not going to be happy if I've got to drag one of your happy asses because you sunk too deep into the sand and got your joints locked up! If you can't buckle the armor down, wear a layer of clothing over your armor! It's something at least! Blaze, I assume you've got some combat uniforms for our less-insulated soldiers?"
Black eyes looked over to Blaze. It was actually a bit disconcerting; there was an obvious break line between iris and pupil, but without a decently close look, he seemed to have severely dilated pupils. Perhaps it had been an upgrade simply for appearance. Knowing Strike, the idea of terrifying his enemies with a single glance would have made a safe bet. However, those eyes were now on Blaze, awaiting an answer, a response of some sort, idly wondering if the Blaze he'd had follow him so long ago had actually grown into his own.
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Post by trueblaze on Apr 3, 2008 5:52:47 GMT -6
"Hah, lose some nerve Blaze?" Strike's trademark grin flashed across his face as he took a look at Blaze. His helmet shone for just a second in the light, reflecting the glare from the crimson armor. "You know, I'd never take you as the personality type to turn your back on battle. I guess you've changed a bit overall as well, eh? As a side note though." Blaze simply responded with his own trade mark smirk, "Hay, just because I don't like backing down from a fight doesn't mean I don't know when not to fight. If we do get caught in a fire fight, they'll have the advantage of being able to call an near endless supply of reinforcements specially trained for desert warfare." He paused again as the reploid began giving a speech of his own. HAY...Who does this guy think he is? I'm in charge of this mission not him....Wait....he looks familiar.A moment later Blaze found himself staring into the creepy eyes of this new reploid. As they stood there in silence for several seconds, it finally clicked as to who he was. "STRIKE!!" Blaze called out cheerfully. Forgetting all about addressing the squad in an authoritative manner, he jumped off the stool wrapping his elbow around the back of Strike's neck as he came down. With a laugh, Blaze ran his knuckles through Strike's hair (or helmet), "Ha ha, I knew it. I knew I over heard Cinnamon say you were still alive while I was on the medical shift." Glancing over, Blaze suddenly remembered what he had been trying to do a moment earlier. Clearing his throat, Blaze got back onto the stool attempting not to blush in embarrassment, "Err...yes, anyway...where was I?"
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