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Ominae Since: Jul, 2010
#726: Oct 21st 2011 at 1:22:08 AM

Belfangan stepped out of the Falke once he "parked" it in the hangar, making it go down on its knees and hands in order to give himself better access to the hangar. The hatch to the Falke's cockpit closed once he stepped out of it and found himself in the catwalk, still wearing his Arm Slave pilot and helmet while wearing his tactical vest and had his G36C slinged at his back.

I wonder what's going to be next for us? More of those wolf and coyote-like machines? Or something even more dangerous? I fear that we might even come face-to-face with an Arm Slave like the Behemoth...

Strigon Planet-Killer Since: Jul, 2010
Planet-Killer
#727: Oct 21st 2011 at 4:28:12 AM

When the lift had descended, Hanes walks Nineball over to the same mech rack he had initially parked on; backs the AC up, pushes the deactivation switch; waits for the wires to unmesh themselves from his body before opening the hatch and landing on the catwalk.

"Now that I'm here, Time to get started."

The Raven then began to look for a fire extinguisher to put the flames on his AC out.

"I knew I should've gotten that fire suppressor system..."

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Colonial1.1 Purveyor of Obscurity from The Marvelous River City (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
Purveyor of Obscurity
#728: Oct 21st 2011 at 3:07:16 PM

—Roger's own eyes narrowed for a split-second, the mind behind them processing Noble Six's response, before going back to their usual pleasantly neutral set. This would call for a different approach, now and later. The Negotiator gave a curt bow to her, forgoing a salute. He didn't know if the Military Police salute was practiced by whatever force she was part of, after all. —

"Welcome aboard, Ma'am."

— He switched attention to the mechanic, letting his smile take on a little more warmth, and shook her hand with a small chuckle.—

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Jokin, and to hear that you have good taste in Megadei. He's one of a kind, a bit slow, but He's not lost a fight yet."

— Even as he said those last words, something coloured white with gilding, reds, and blacks flashed into his mind's eye, cold blue optics staring imperiously, fists like sledgehammers ready to strike...

His smile faltered as his eyes went wide with a faint gasp. One second later, and the expression was plastered back on his face, even while his mind reeled from that image.

That... That's Impossible! There's never been anything like the Big O before that I've Ever seen!

He coughed, then turned his attention to the set of screens and speakers, looking down on the woman clad in powered armour. Roger leaned over, grabbing a microphone.—

"#Come on in, the more the merrier. This is Roger Smith, sending the lift down now.# "

— The Negotiator hared over to the other side of the cockpit, thumping a small red button. The lift dropped down, clattering away. Roger turned back to the two women, looking sheepish. —

"I'm beginning to think I need a copilot... Anyway, once our last passenger gets herself aboard, we can head on out. I recommend making yourselves comfortable. Helmet off, if you want, ma'am."

edited 21st Oct '11 3:50:41 PM by Colonial1.1

"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."
Lemurian from Touhou fanboy attic Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Buried in snow, waiting for spring
#729: Oct 21st 2011 at 5:13:46 PM

Leite frowned. That man's expression just now had been very odd...

"Would it be okay if I had a look around your...the Big O? I'm an engineer, you see, and when you're riding with such an interesting mech, well..."

And possibly it would help her uncover just what kind of man this person was.

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MaskedAndDangerous Since: Oct, 2010
#730: Oct 21st 2011 at 6:58:08 PM

Spartan B312 found the man's eyes matching her own unnerving. It reminded her of the ONI psychologists. She had been almost removed from active duty by people such as that before, had it not been for Ackerson.

Roger's gaze was the same, analysing her. Very well then. She could be stone, too.

When the man asked if she would take her helmet off, she shook her head. Fewer then ten people who were actually alive had seen her face, and in a way, the helmet was her face. She was sure she was among allies, at least for now, but she had been among allies before who never saw anything of her. Just because they were allies did not make them friends.

tvtropesnoob Since: Feb, 2011
#731: Oct 21st 2011 at 7:21:45 PM

"Thanks." She replied laconically, heading to the open boot. The Sedan caused her to raise an eyebrow; that was the first (sorta) familiar thing she had seen on this crazy trip; this made her a little excited, since it means that this mans planet was probably similar to hers, maybe even Earth from a different timeline. That would be interesting, to say the least. She walked around it and boarded the lift and began to look around for any obvious ways of getting it up, only for it to begin to automatically going up. She relaxed, letting her suit keep her upright; she figured this was gonna be a long trip. In the meantime she enjoyed the sounds of machineries at work. Just as she was beginning to wonder how this thing was powered she caught a glimpse of the things core. She blinked, impressed by the robot's weapons; she already had known that this thing could pack literally a serious punch, but these missiles and cannons took the cake and ran with it. It seemed to be the type of weaponary she was used to, at least, though at a much larger scale. She wondered how big an explosion those things made, how they were propelled.....She hoped they weren't nuclear missiles, she understandably had a bias against those things. Unfortunately, while she enjoyed the sight of it's weapons, she could barely see what she assumed was this things engine, though from what she could see it seemed massive, perhaps even powered by something she had never heard of before. She couldn't help but grin; she had no clue how she got here and she was worried that she would never get back, but dang if this wasn't going to be a scientific journey for the ages.

And as quick as the display came, it left, and she found herself looking into a orangely lit room with a tall formally dressed man, a blonde middle-aged woman, and what was either a robot or another person (she assumed it was a woman, based on the earlier invitation) in power armor. This attracted her attention more than anything else; while the displays were all tech she was used to, and the other two were people and therefore less interesting, the woman/robot/thing was covered in technology she hadn't encountered before, and it looked so much more advanced than her own power armor. She allowed her gaze to linger for a second, then turned her attention the man. She stepped out of the elevator and walked over to the group. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Smith. Names Alexandria Heart, Scribe for the brotherhood of steel." A beat. "That's like an engineer." Not wanting to look like she was ignoring the other two, she looked over at them. "And who's the fine company?"

edited 21st Oct '11 8:33:48 PM by tvtropesnoob

Ominae Since: Jul, 2010
#732: Oct 21st 2011 at 7:47:33 PM

"So how many are just arrived here?" The Canadian MITHRIL SRT operative said out loud to anyone who as around the catwalks, eyeing Hanes from a distance.

So far, everything was a bit quiet.

"Seems I got here a bit early." Belfangan said as he sighed.

edited 21st Oct '11 8:14:25 PM by Ominae

Strigon Planet-Killer Since: Jul, 2010
Planet-Killer
#733: Oct 21st 2011 at 8:28:53 PM

Hanes sees the Canuck and looks at him as well while trying to find a fire extinguisher or the sprinkler system activation switch.

"Come on... there has to be something here..."

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Colonial1.1 Purveyor of Obscurity from The Marvelous River City (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
Purveyor of Obscurity
#734: Oct 22nd 2011 at 8:56:51 PM

"Go on ahead. No shortage of metal and machinery to tinker with."

—He gave a breezy nod and a smile to the engineer, then plopped down into his chair. Roger pressed a button to close the boot, pulling another lever that made the floor rumble with renewed power. —

"Now Big O— Zooline!"

—The Megadeus made a thunderous about-face, then began the plodding journey back to a certain promise of maintenance. —

"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."
Lemurian from Touhou fanboy attic Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Buried in snow, waiting for spring
#735: Oct 23rd 2011 at 2:44:21 PM

Another engineer? But this one also had powered armour...perhaps this one would be more willing to share some tricks in the trade? Leite gave Alexandria a welcoming smile.

"I'm Leite Jokin! I'm also an engineer where I come from. I was just going to investigate the Big O's inner systems. Do you want to join me?"

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MaskedAndDangerous Since: Oct, 2010
#736: Oct 25th 2011 at 8:01:07 PM

As she was being studied, so to did Spartan B312 study the newcomer. She was dressed from head to toe in powered armor. It was interesting. Compared to it, MJOLNIR was a work of art. The aesthetic was bulky, it's lines reminding the Spartan of a M12 Warthog. If anything, it looked more like it belonged in some renaissance fair then any modern battlefield.

Still, there was something about it, it's brutalness, that resonated with the super soldier. It was much like her feelings about M850 Grizzly Tank. The top brass often considered it an overengineered, overpriced, and ugly bit of scrap metal. The soldiers who served alongside it's operators often called it the most beautiful bit of divine intervention in existance.

Noble Six saw that the two engineers wished to explore the Big O. She considered going with them, but thought the better of it. Kat had been disappointed in her lack of interest in mechanics, beyond what it took to rig a bomb out of any loose materials. Demolition was one of a Spartan's greatest weapons, and Noble Six had sharpened that weapon to a razor edge.

The Spartan made a motion with her hand, saying to go ahead without her. She was fine with waiting, even if it meant sharing the cockpit with the Negotiator.

SOCR Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
#737: Oct 27th 2011 at 12:08:59 PM

"Aff. You arrived in a second wave. AIVAS tells me this is not standard procedure, though it seems to have little experience and is running off fragments of information left to it by a predecessor, as well as some form of operating procedure provided by whoever has taken us here. I was formerly second in command but it seems whatever we are fighting has access to our command information."

She rolled that thought around in her head a bit. She didn't exactly trust the machine that was their mission control, the only alternative was leaving one of their own there to watch it or assume the role. They did have a new influx of forces and should Leona retain command- she saw no reason she shouldn't- she can operate on a smaller level without much strain on operational capacity. Informational security was far more important if she were to fight like a Spheroid.

"As for where you are from, it no longer matters. You are here, and we will fight. It is what we were brought here to do, and it seems to be our only option. Now return for base, we may find answers when our glorified computer decides to enlighten us."

Why couldn't this be a straightforward Trial? It would have been over by now.

Those who had already followed Leona's command would hear AIVAS' usual announcement to clear the hangar via the lift to the command center. Hanes would find his machine's flames already doused, but the numerous panels that presumably held repair equipment refused to open. A blinking red light on the hatches probably meant they wouldn't open until he left.

edited 27th Oct '11 12:10:50 PM by SOCR

How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all?
Oni-Lord Since: May, 2010
#738: Oct 27th 2011 at 1:42:17 PM

Sochie blinked at the explanation. This was probably the most barbaric thing shes heard of. Gym Ghingnham would fit right in this place apparently. She followed the leader of this little group back to the base. "What happens if we refuse to fight? Does this AIVAS thing punish us?" She asked. The top of her Kapool rose up as Sochie stood up from her seat inside. She grabbed on to the opening and pulled herself up, climbing out of the top of the Kapool.

The heiress climbed down from on top of the Kapool and looked around the facility she found herself in. All of it looked advanced enough to possibly out shine even the Moonrace's engineers. It wasn't anything Sochie was used to, to say the least.

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#739: Oct 27th 2011 at 1:43:56 PM

Jon sighed as he lined his fighter up with the open bay doors.

"Tower, Falcon Three is one-eight miles out. Request clearance to land."

"Yup. That tasted purple."
GeekCodeRed Since: Sep, 2010
#740: Oct 27th 2011 at 1:55:34 PM

After finally making his way into the hangar, Danford maneuvered his AMP into the appropriate zone, and got out, taking his CARB PDW with him, and made his way towards the elevator. Looking around himself, he saw the most advanced vehicle bay he ever seen.

Probably need it for platforms of these size.

Getting into the elevator, he looked around at these apparent new squadmates of his. Thinking it would be useful to introduce himself, he did so.

"Private First Class Colin Danford, also known as AMP Bravo. Now what in the name of all things holy is going on here?"

edited 27th Oct '11 1:57:26 PM by GeekCodeRed

Ominae Since: Jul, 2010
#741: Oct 27th 2011 at 2:32:50 PM

"1st Lt. Belfangan Closeau." Belfangan introduced himself as soon as he heard the Private's name, saluting Colin in return.

"Long story short, we're all here to fight. I'm not sure myself on who is the bad guy around these parts."

Flanker66 Dreams of Revenge from 30,000 feet and climbing Since: Nov, 2009 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Dreams of Revenge
#742: Oct 27th 2011 at 2:33:02 PM

Upsilon-631 pressed a gloved hand against where the temple would be if he wasn't wearing his helmet. He could already tell that this was going to be a long and torturous ordeal, but at least there weren't any Jedi around to act in a sanctimonious matter. The 'AIVAS' the unidentified woman talked about piqued his curiousity; it could have been some sort of command droid, but all the same it could have been one of many names from around the galaxy... or another universe entirely. That was another thing he had to ask about, and the clone pilot was rapidly starting to lose patience.

That could wait until later, and as he approached the base a female voice - perhaps AIVAS - directed him and others to clear the hangar via lifts. It reminded him a lot of some of the hangar bay designs he had encountered in his short time fighting in the Clone Wars, although it remained to be seen if they looked anything like those from his own galaxy.

Nipping into the hangar with the timely assistance of R2-R5, Hunter switched from the ion drives to repulsor lifts, the howl of the engines dying away to leave behind silence. Maneouvering carefully, he activated the landing gear and settled on to the ground, popping open the canopy once he shut down all of the systems. R2-R5 was promptly ejected from the Actis's astromech socket, and chirped a few times as it waited for the clone to follow. Getting out and shutting the canopy behind him - he found himself doing it out of habit and general procedure - he took a quick look around as R5 trundled along behind him. He hated to admit it, but he didn't know where to go from here.

"Excuse me," he said to nobody in particular. He spoke in a tone of voice that strongly suggested he wasn't too used to asking questions. "Can someone tell me where the lift to the command centre is? First time here, thought I might as well get the guided tour."

He always got a kick out of saying that sort of thing, although he wouldn't dream of saying it to a superior.

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desdendelle Hooded Crow from Land of Milk and Honey (Sergeant) Relationship Status: Hiding
Hooded Crow
#743: Oct 27th 2011 at 3:39:59 PM

Apparently, thought Galas, That Hunter person does not believe me. A shame; I'd like to know him better... Lowering the Limiting Factor's nose down, he switched it, too, to repulsorlift as he manoeuvred it into the hanger and landed. Opening the bomber's canopy, he heard Hunter's comment. "I believe I can help you," he said; the clone would probably identify him right away - after all, that watery, gurgling voice was very distinct. Climbing out of the cockpit, he closed the canopy and went toward the clone. "Hey there, Hunter," he said. "I believe that the command centre - insomuch we have one - is that way," he pointed toward the lifts.

On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.
Flanker66 Dreams of Revenge from 30,000 feet and climbing Since: Nov, 2009 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Dreams of Revenge
#744: Oct 27th 2011 at 3:44:54 PM

At the sound of the voice Hunter turned, and took in the fishlike alien's features. The sloping head reminded him somewhat of a B1 battle droid, if they had larger photoreceptors, were a lot more clammy, and were squishy. So not like a B1 at all, then. At least he wasn't trying to kill him, as he had initially feared.

"Ah, thanks," said Upsilon-631, his voice friendly yet measured. "I guess we can have a little history lesson on the way down, then."

With that, he made a beeline for the lift to the command centre, R5 still following him obediently.

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desdendelle Hooded Crow from Land of Milk and Honey (Sergeant) Relationship Status: Hiding
Hooded Crow
#745: Oct 27th 2011 at 3:48:09 PM

"Indeed," said the Selkath. "First, let me introduce myself," he said as he walked toward the lifts. "I am Galas Korra, Callsign Green Three, and am very pleased to meet you." He offered his hand to the clone and smiled, making his cephalic lobes dance a little jig.

On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.
Strigon Planet-Killer Since: Jul, 2010
Planet-Killer
#746: Oct 27th 2011 at 8:26:34 PM

When the man that he had brought to speed had come to the Hangar and introduced himself, Hanes obviously decides to return the favor since it would be rude to do so and the fact that he may be quite useful as a companion since his AC can only stare at infantry as they rip his AC apart with demolitions/AT weapons and lacks the accuracy to consistently hit anything smaller than a house.

"The name's Phil Hanes Private Colin. I'm a raven, What people call mercenary Armored Core pilots from where I came from. And what we gotta do is fight off an alien army as 'volunteers'. Anyway, this piece of work here is my machine, Nineball."

Apart from the shattered Left arm, the hole on the upper right side of the head and the blast hole on the left leg; Nineball was quite the killing machine. It's crimson on metallic-grey paintjob and blue optics give it a colorful but intimating visage, The Linear rifle on it's right a weapon as aggressive-looking as it is destructive, shooting off tungsten shot at speeds much higher than gunpowder weapons; The micro-missile launcher on it's back capable of overpowering even the mightiest armor with sheer numbers. But Those two weapons pale in comparison to the grenade cannon that lies on it's left shoulder, Capable of destroying all but the sternest of machines with its massively powerful armor-piercing artillery shells. The turret on it's chest suggests that it is an autocannon, But it is merely a Laser CIWS used only for defeating missiles by overheating the warheads to the point of detonation; Thus relegating it as a purely defensive weapon.

"Gotta get it fixed though, But I can't seem to find any repair supplies..."

edited 27th Oct '11 8:29:07 PM by Strigon

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#747: Oct 28th 2011 at 2:25:07 PM

The Contemptor-pattern dreadnought paused for a moment, realization intermingling freely with no small amount of revulsion as the pieces of a puzzle Sutekh Re had not even been aware of until now suddenly fit together in his mind. That strange quality of tone he had detected in the voice of the first speaker, the way Star Commander Leona referred to this "Aivas" person as an it rather than by gender, and the referrences to command procedure and that archaic term for logic engines, computers...

As a veteran of the Thousand Sons legion, Sutekh Re was tolerant of a great many things that were shunned by some of the more zealous of the Legionnes Astartes; where more belligerent warriors such as the Space Wolves or the World Eaters sought only to destroy their foes completely and utterly, the warriors of the XV legion always fought to preserve the knowledge of conquered and compliant cultures; nearly everything was worthy of retention and remembrance, the esoteric and the arcane in particular.

Yet even for one such as he, the knowledge that he would be taking commands from an Abominable Intelligence was almost too much to bear. Such things had nearly proved the downfall of humanity during the Dark Age of Technology, and the Emperor Himself had decreed machines capable of independent thought and action without input from a biological operator to be a crime; building or servicing such automata would meet with a stern punishment indeed, and they were to be destroyed whenever possible.

Yet another thing he would need to keep an eye on, perhaps more so than everything and everyone else in this strange reality. Should this Aivas ever turn against its erstwhile masters, he would be ready; if need be the venerable, deathless warrior would be eternally vigilant.

Upon reaching the lift, Sergeant Re waited his turn and descended into the depths of the facility once it came time to do so. His sensor dome panned back and forth, taking in as much detail as he could, and the veteran sergeant found himself wishing for a member of the Corvidae cult; their prognosticative powers would be entirely welcome, right about now...

The Danse Macabre Codex
Flanker66 Dreams of Revenge from 30,000 feet and climbing Since: Nov, 2009 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Dreams of Revenge
#748: Oct 31st 2011 at 2:04:02 PM

The clone took the Selkath's hand and shook it, involuntarily finding himself dreading the moment that a superior would notice the somewhat dirty glove and reprimand him for it. That was always annoying - weren't they meant to be fighting a war rather than looking spick and span? Sharply pushing the thought out of his mind, his eyes locked with Galas's.

"Upsilon-631, Blue Leader, at your service. As I said earlier, you may call me 'Hunter'." Upsilon-631 tapped the front of his helmet for emphasis. It seemed that the Selkath wasn't quite as bad as he first thought - hell, he was downright friendly. The clone could learn to consider a friend some day, if not out of necessity then for the sake of it. That was a bit of a strange thought, especially since up until this point all of his 'friends' - blood brothers, really - were clones. They didn't really tend to fraternise with non-clones, and that had suited Hunter just fine.

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Colonial1.1 Purveyor of Obscurity from The Marvelous River City (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
Purveyor of Obscurity
#749: Oct 31st 2011 at 4:37:51 PM

— The Big O steadily thundered back home, systems back to pre-battle readiness. Throughout this long return trek, however, the Dominus of Megadeus was troubled.

Over and over again he tried to get ahold of those strange flashes of thought and memory, only for most of them to disappear, like ships in a dense fog. One did stick though... The White Megadeus, the arrogant King of the Sea. Even though it was only an image of another God-machine, the emotions brought up by that thing were very clear.

Roger Smith shook his head, pushing these mental investigations away. He would get to the bottom of this, but later, and in total privacy.

Soon, the black and orange Megadeus was approaching the base, stomping onto the elevator. Roger pulled up a microphone, set it to broadcast throughout the Megadeus. —

#"Well ladies, we're just about home. Enjoy your ride?"#

edited 31st Oct '11 4:38:44 PM by Colonial1.1

"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."
desdendelle Hooded Crow from Land of Milk and Honey (Sergeant) Relationship Status: Hiding
Hooded Crow
#750: Nov 1st 2011 at 1:46:55 AM

"Very well, Hunter," said Galas. "Anyway and as I've said before, the gist of the 'history lesson' is that the Republic won the war but ceased to exist. To expand: The Republic has won the war after Obi-wan Kenobi killed General Grievous in Utapau. What happened afterwards I do not know, but the Republic was reorganized into the tyrannical Galactic Empire; almost immediately the Empire began to hunt the Jedi and to oppress us non-humans. Not long after, an Alliance was formed with a single target in mind: to restore the Republic. Since then we the Rebels have been fighting the Empire."

On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.

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