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BattleBorn The Magnificent from Everywhere. Since: Jan, 2012
The Magnificent
#1: Feb 3rd 2012 at 7:37:31 PM

INSIDE THE MOBILE MILITARIES' COMMAND BASE:

The hangar was full of activity, early in the morning, as pilots from all over began their daily testing and work on their mechs. Some where outfitting their mechs with new state of the art weaponry, while others worked in patching up holes made be recent battles. The mood in the large room was happy and energetic.


Archer sat in Ricochet's cockpit, with a magazine in hand. He was trying his best to zone out the rest of the world, so he could catch just a moment's rest, but when he realized that it was futile, he gave up. He climbed out of Ricochet and onto the catwalk next to his mech, and began the search for some of the members from his squad.

I AM BATMAN
AKAAAT Since: Jan, 2001
#2: Feb 3rd 2012 at 7:59:40 PM

A fist to the face hurts, but a mug full of tepid beer on top of the skull hurts a hell of a lot worse. "Come at me bro!" The young woman said as a number of her drinking buddies tried to pry her off the mouthy tech who had just insulted her grandmama. The tech in response, tried to reach around his own companions who were also trying to hold back their hot headed friend as he tried to throw a fist at the girl. In response Jo drained the mug in one quick gulp, and threw the stein at the techie's face. She cheered when it hit the man's nose dead center.

"C'mon! C'mon! Come at me Bro! Stop trying to hide behind your friends and be a man!" Jo clawed at the man, if she could just get an inch closer she'd be able to hook her long finger into the fgrincker's eyehole and pluck the sunnuvabitch's eye out. Gabriel, a tall but stocky mexican, grabbed her arm back and helped the others pull her back towards the exit. "Naw man it ain't worth it Jo! Les just go. We can raid the Commander's liquor cabinent later." For his valiant efforts Gabriel got a nasty bite on his forearm, "Oh fgrinck no! No c0ckgobbling sunnuvabitch's gonna insult my grandmother and get away with it!"

Breaking free Jo Ann Larkin, the second to hold that oh so esteemed name, charged at the tech like a rabid wolverine, not so much punching as letting her nails dig into skin and flesh so that she could rip bloody red chunks out of anybody unfortunate enough to be near her. Though of course she paid special attention to the mouthy techie, though not before getting a beer bottle to the back of her head. Shrugging her friends charged in after her.

and then somebody threw a chair and all hell broke loose.

edited 4th Feb '12 12:11:53 AM by AKAAAT

nman Since: Mar, 2010
#3: Feb 3rd 2012 at 8:34:02 PM

Carl Steele had just finished shoving tray after tray of shells into his mech when he jumped into the cockpit. Making sure the behemoth wasn't activated, he started playing with the controls and making firing noises with his mouth. "Pew pew"

KarlKadaver Stupid Man Suit Wearer from Just offscreen... Since: Apr, 2011
Stupid Man Suit Wearer
#4: Feb 3rd 2012 at 9:07:33 PM

Jesus Christ...

Landon examined the damage to the Number Five coolant canister/delivery system with a frown on his face. Well, that would explain why my mech suddenly became a sweathouse in the last battle. Sonofabitch.

He made sure to wrap a nearby rag over his hand before loosening the coupling that connects the canister to the delivery system. With some effort, he managed to break the seal and loosen it. He quickly ducked out of the way of a blast of steam, then peered inside.

There we are...some flak managed to get its way inside the tube. Landon reached inside and plucked out the offending piece of flak, maniging to cut himself in the process.

Sonofabitch... He wrapped his hand in the rag and continued inspecting his mech.

Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.
Ailedhoo Heroic Comedic Sociopath from an unknown location Since: Aug, 2011
#5: Feb 3rd 2012 at 11:04:01 PM

Henry Max Quern was studying the systems on his mech, the Norman Templar, dressed in his light brown coated, black trousers, brown boots and varlet shirt pilot outfit he wore as a mercenary pilot. Stroking his beard, Henry checked the systems connected to the mech’s arm cannon which had to be repaired after receiving massive damage from a Imperial mech’s spear. The systems seems to be fully functional... well. Now for the last of the checks...

While commencing this Henry checked his sack for the tools, first aid, emergency food supplies... and a bottle of Jupiter whisky he had gotten from his friend in the black market. Getting it out, he prepared to hide it under his sit in a secret leather strap... after he tests the liquor of course. He quickly took a slip and then commence with its hiding.

Despite feeling that he was in need of more, Henry felt it wise not to drink his battle liquor... especially as he remembered he still had to double check the mech’s structure. So he got out of the cockpit and began commencing a final examination of his mech... His comrade in arms for all these years... once last time before the next battle.

I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.
Shikoku That One Guy from Under A Bridge Since: Nov, 2011
That One Guy
#6: Feb 4th 2012 at 6:16:30 AM

Flynn Laurens sat in the Somnium Lunae's cockpit, busily flipping through the pages of a large book. The brunette, having recently finished replacing his mecha's busted sniper and repairing several deep scrapes, was using this valuable time to study up on different mecha's abilities and functions.

"That's kinda neat," Flynn murmured to himself, tracing his finger across the overly-detailed illustration of an expensive, high-tech contraption. Though I can't really tell what it's supposed to be.

After dog-earing the page, the adolescent closed the book with a sigh and stashed it under his seat. Waiting for another call to battle was like waiting in a hospital for impending bad news; It wracked his nerves to the point where he could hardly keep still, let alone enjoy the peace for a good five minutes. Frowning, Flynn rose from his seat and left the cockpit. Maybe going for a walk would help somewhat...

edited 4th Feb '12 7:11:49 AM by Shikoku

A heaping helping of stupid.
Hevchenko Mr. from Perth, Australia Since: Oct, 2011
Mr.
#7: Feb 4th 2012 at 8:19:32 AM

Dusk stood in front of his gloss black mech, stock still, the eyes from underneath Dusk's cowl studying every inch of the machine. Looking at the two one would think them out of proportion twin statues, facing each other. Dusk tried to penetrate the cold steel of the mecha with his gaze, studying it, Dusk had only been into a few actual fire fights, having been mostly on patrols and courier duty, but now he'd been reassigned to a combat squad and he wanted his mech ready to go once orders were given, he'd already checked the cockpit and under the hood twice over, finally satisfied Dusk peeled his gaze away. Looking around the hangar Dusk saw other pilots doing similar exercises... a few of them looked as green as him.

edited 7th Feb '12 1:23:30 AM by Hevchenko

"Insert philisophical/funny rambling here"
BattleBorn The Magnificent from Everywhere. Since: Jan, 2012
The Magnificent
#8: Feb 4th 2012 at 2:35:35 PM

Suddenly, almost out of no where, a siren went off. Then a voice came over the intercom stating, "THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALL PILOTS TO THEIR MECHS IMMEDIATELY. DETAILS WILL BE PROVIDED ONCE ALL MECHS HAVE EXISTED THE HANGAR."

I AM BATMAN
nman Since: Mar, 2010
#9: Feb 4th 2012 at 3:05:03 PM

Carl nearly jumped up in his seat, the sirens interrupting his fooling around with the machine. "Awwwww yeah." he shouted to no one in particular. He quickly powered on his machine while humming a tune.

Systems engaging. Main power core activated. All systems operational. Weapons systems online - set to low-power mode. All the lights turned on in his cockpit, while the mech's joints started moving. The machine rose up from the bent position it had been put in earlier to reload.

"Time to kick ass!" he yelled, giving the saw a quick, though very loud, pulse, while cycling the barrels on the mech's shoulders. The mech then slowly walked forward, letting the faster mechs, and quite a few people on foot, pass by. Carl then let out a disapointed sigh, "Yep... any minute."

Shadowbell Macinatrix Insana from Massachusetts Since: Jan, 2001
Macinatrix Insana
#10: Feb 4th 2012 at 4:25:08 PM

As soon as Shane heard the sirens, he put his book down and leapt into action. Quickly climbing into the cockpit of his Mech, Cu Chulainn, he powered up the engines as the sirens continued to blare. Because Cu Chulainn was a scout type, he was one of the first pilots out of the hangar.

Life is like a game of Mahjong. Sometimes you need to take risks if you want to come out ahead.
kagescorpionakki Breath of the Sun from Long Ago Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Breath of the Sun
#11: Feb 4th 2012 at 6:23:06 PM

Galio's head was down in deep, peaceful meditation in his cockpit when the siren went off. He quickly uttered a prayer to Athena (he always found the gods of his ancestors to be fascinating), before activating Superior Sentinel. The dark blue mecha rose from it's slumped position as well, it's eyes lighting up.

"All systems online. The Sentinel is on watch."

"NONE SHALL FALL" Boomed a deep, automated voice. Sentinel strode slowly out of the hanger.

edited 4th Feb '12 6:23:15 PM by kagescorpionakki

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
AKAAAT Since: Jan, 2001
#12: Feb 4th 2012 at 6:24:20 PM

By the time the announcement reached the base's bar the establishment was a quagmire of wrecked furnititure, broken bodies, and spilled alcohol. In the middle of it all was Jo and her posse. "I'll let you guys take care of the clean up, cause if you haven't heard yet I gots a job to do!" The group sent the pilot on her way with a variety of wellwishes and rude hand gestures.


Ten minutes later——-

Jo leaped into the Headbasher's cramped cockpit it reaked of cheap liquor, oil, and blood just like she liked it to! Punching a few buttons and flipping a series of switches the mohawk sporting hellion opened up a comm channel to those squadmates who had already started up their repective rides.

"YO! STEEL! SHANE! How're my two most favorite empire bustin mech-heads doin today?!"

edited 4th Feb '12 6:25:42 PM by AKAAAT

arreimil The Silly Gloom Since: Jan, 2012 Relationship Status: Stuck in the middle with you
The Silly Gloom
#13: Feb 4th 2012 at 7:43:43 PM

It was supposed to be her break.

The next assault job was weeks to come, she was told. Lamil wasn't supposed to even be doing this maintenance thing. But it's not like there's much to do with her free time. Earth wasn't exactly the most entertaining place to be. A system check is as good as going around shopping, she thought.

'CALIBRATION COMPLETE'

'RUNNING MOTION SENSOR TEST'

The systhesized, vaguely feminine voice spoke to her. The cockpit of the Castellan was littered with screens showing information. Some crucial, some trivial, some not even deserving of being shown. Lamil looked at all of them quite enthusiastically, however.

'TEST COMPLETE. MOTION SENSOR FULLY OPERATIONAL.'

"Good. Good."

"Now how about..."

Suddenly, as she was still stuck in that little personal space of hers, an alarm went off. The transmission was almost ear-shattering, but hasn't it always been so?

"My..."

"...preemptive strike?"

It seemed the test process had to halt. No time to think, no time to wonder. Now, gigantic blue mech moved out, all of its weapons ready to engage.

"Switch to combat mode."

'COMBAT MODE ACTIVATED.'

'WELCOME TO THE CASTLE, MILADY.'

On the foundation of glass a dream is built. And, like glass, it shatters.
KarlKadaver Stupid Man Suit Wearer from Just offscreen... Since: Apr, 2011
Stupid Man Suit Wearer
#14: Feb 4th 2012 at 8:10:58 PM

Landon took a moment to process the call to battle, then hurriedly replaced the various covers and panels that he had removed during the course of his inspection. Leaping into his cockpit, his muscle memory took over as he deftly flipped switches and pressed buttons.

Main CPU Activated...Navigational Systems Activated...Cooling Systems Activated...Combat Systems Activated...Communication Systems Activated
Internal Diagnostic Complete...All Systems Funtioning Normally
External Diagnostic Complete...Several Errors Detected Continue Y/N

Landon sighed and stated, "Yes." A few screws must not be tightened...

All Diagnostics Complete. Systems are Go. Have a Nice Day. :)

"Alright, Pendragon. Let's kick some ass." The knightly-looking mech rose from its crouched position and made its way out of the hangar.

edited 4th Feb '12 8:11:20 PM by KarlKadaver

Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.
nman Since: Mar, 2010
#15: Feb 4th 2012 at 8:22:25 PM

Carl opened up a circuit back to Jo Ann. "I'm great - I'm all loaded up. What aboutchya? Ready for a turkey shoot?"

AKAAAT Since: Jan, 2001
#16: Feb 4th 2012 at 8:37:28 PM

"HELL YEAH! LETS BUST SOME HEADS ALREADY!" Jo was practically chomping at the bit by now. the bar brawl had been a nice appetizer, but now she was ready or the main course. It had been far too long since she had been in a good fight alondside her Headbasher, and the rest of the squad. Loading in her favorite Judas Priest album into the ancient CD player she had managd to jury-rig into the mech's control panel she began to thrash her head back and forth as raw vocals, steel hard rhythm, and pure hard rock began to blast around the cramped confines of the cockpit.

Ailedhoo Heroic Comedic Sociopath from an unknown location Since: Aug, 2011
#17: Feb 4th 2012 at 10:13:26 PM

After getting back into his mech, Henry became first a final systematic check. All systems are fine. The damage left was a few scratches on the plates. Good. This will be good for the battle.

As the engines activate, the Norman Templar became to commence the first step. As this occurred, Henry got the bottle at a cup rest he had modified to allow the holding of whisky bottles.

“This is Henry to fellow troops: my systems are all ok and I am ready to sharpen my axe on metal... FOR GREAT JUSTICE!”

Then the Norman Templar became to march into position...

I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.
Hevchenko Mr. from Perth, Australia Since: Oct, 2011
Mr.
#18: Feb 4th 2012 at 10:17:31 PM

Apparently his checks had paid off, as soon as he'd finished the sirens had begun. Dusk walked slowly but surely to the mounting bars of his mech, a calm presence in the commotion of the bay. Heaving himself the 15 odd rungs into the cockpit, turning Black Moon on, the machine soon shut the cockpit and slid up the mount ladder, Dusk was left in pitch darkness for about a half a second before everything came to life. Slipping his cowl back, Dusk placed the neurocybernetic communications band tightly in his head, the band allowed direct contact between man and machine and faster mech response times and replaced the echo mode,where the mech simply copied the pilot's actions. The hands free style of communication was still in its beta stages and manual and voice commands were still dominant, Black Moon running on a combination of all three.

Pilot neural synchronisation complete, welcome Dusk. System check in progress.

"System start up, initiate mobilisation mode." Dusk ignored the stream of data flowing down the left side of the window and the data being injected through his neural band, already having seen it earlier in the morning...twice.

Scan complete. All systems fully operational. Power at 78% and counting. Mobilisation mode active. a husky robotic voice emmitted.

The mech's armour guards shifted into place with a hiss and Dusk tested its movement with a few short mental signals. He then began moving it out of the hanger, the mech moving wraith like and unnaturally for something so big.

Squad Intercom, On Dusk thought, guiding Black Moon to the entrance manually.

Squad intercom synchronised. Patching through...

A blast of screeching music suddenly began to fill Dusk's ears and he quickly turned the volume down.

"Black Moon reporting," Dusk grimaced, "...and Jo, you left your mic on."

edited 4th Feb '12 10:21:00 PM by Hevchenko

"Insert philisophical/funny rambling here"
Shadowbell Macinatrix Insana from Massachusetts Since: Jan, 2001
Macinatrix Insana
#19: Feb 5th 2012 at 12:37:15 AM

"In top form and ready for action, Jo" Shane replied over the radio. He pulled a lever and his mech's spear flared to life, crimson energy sparking from the end. "Those Imperial bastards better watch their backs"

Life is like a game of Mahjong. Sometimes you need to take risks if you want to come out ahead.
BattleBorn The Magnificent from Everywhere. Since: Jan, 2012
The Magnificent
#20: Feb 5th 2012 at 7:16:03 AM

Archer hopped back into Ricochet. He grabbed a hold of the controls after starting him up, and led his mech out of the hangar as quickly as he could. He heard his squad over the radio, so he decided to let them know he was alive, "Alright, Ricochet is here. So, is this everyone?"

I AM BATMAN
Shikoku That One Guy from Under A Bridge Since: Nov, 2011
That One Guy
#21: Feb 5th 2012 at 7:51:33 AM

As soon as the sirens went off, Flynn had dashed back to the Somnium Lunae in a frenzy, scrambling to get inside the cockpit. Now situated inside the cramped quarters, he began to quickly pull levers, flip switches, and punch buttons, watching impatiently with furrowed brows as small screens and other modules lit up within the cockpit, illuminating the tight space with an eerie glow.

...SYSTEM BOOTING...

And then,

SYSTEM HAS DETECTED AN UNFINISHED SCAN. RESUME SYSTEM SCAN?

"No," Flynn murmured, pressing a corresponding button. The button flashed twice, and a status screen blinked on as the mecha's internal systems roared to life.

WEAPONS CHARGED. STEALTH MODE ON STANDBY. ALL SYSTEMS ACTIVATED. MECH SPEED ON FULL POWER. READY FOR LAUNCH.

As these messages flashed on the screens, the brunette sighed and wiped a bead of nervous sweat from his forehead. This was only his second battle. Hopefully, things would go more smoothly for him than the last. Silently, the youth waited for their leader to make the first move.

A heaping helping of stupid.
AKAAAT Since: Jan, 2001
#22: Feb 5th 2012 at 4:36:52 PM

Jo was grinning madly inside of her cockpit when she responded to Dusk's cheeky message. "You say that like its a bad thing Dusk! Hell I'm just letting everyone here enjoy the wonderful blessing that is Rock!" Her response to Shane was much simpler, though no less impassioned, "HELL YEAH! ACTION!"

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the new kid, Flynn or somethinglike that, for whatever reason the sleek little mech that the newbie was piloting seemed unsteady, even moreso that those frail little scouts should be. It was almost as if the kid was nervous or something. Walking up to the smaller mech, Jo's headbasher clapped it lightly but firmly on the back an action intended to both get the kid's attention, and to reassure him. He was a part of the squad now, a part of the screwed up little family that called itself a Mobile Military squad, and if a family member's in some shit then its your duty to pull em out, least thats what grandma Jo always said.

"Hey Kid! You allright in there?! Your mech's shakin so bad your probably givin away our position before the mission's even started."

Shikoku That One Guy from Under A Bridge Since: Nov, 2011
That One Guy
#23: Feb 6th 2012 at 8:11:12 AM

Okay. Everything is in check, the systems are- Hey! Flynn jumped, startled, when someone clapped the Somnium on the back, nearly causing him to send the mech stumbling. What the heck?

A voice then crackled over his radio, one he vaguely recognized as... What did they call her? Jo? Yeah, that was it. He'd never spoken to her in battle nor at the base, but was sure the voice belonged to her.

"Y-yeah," Flynn stuttered sheepishly, and, deciding that came out too whiny, cleared his throat and tried again, "Yeah. I'm just kind of nervous, you know?"

Oh man, the brunette thought, facepalming. I must sound like an idiot.

Forcing a grin, he then added, "But, uhh, I can't wait to get out there and, like, start pummeling things. I guess. Uh, you sure seem excited."

edited 6th Feb '12 8:30:42 AM by Shikoku

A heaping helping of stupid.
AKAAAT Since: Jan, 2001
#24: Feb 6th 2012 at 11:44:35 AM

Oh, so he was one of those people. She usually didn't like having to deal with shy or insecure people, but seeing as how the kid was now family she shurgged and smirked.

"Eh? Nervous? Oh thats right this is only your second sortie isn't it? Well don't worry about it kid! You'll get used to it soon enough. I mean that or you'll die before you do get used to this shit." Her voice was completely absent of any maliciousness or teasing; she said so cheerfully as if that statment were simple truth and nothing more.

The Headbasher gave the Sominium another enthusatistic pat on the back, "anyways bag one of the Imps out there for me kay kid?"

edited 6th Feb '12 11:46:25 AM by AKAAAT

Hevchenko Mr. from Perth, Australia Since: Oct, 2011
Mr.
#25: Feb 7th 2012 at 1:22:28 AM

"Don't get shot and you'll be fine," Dusk said through the com, "Imperials are not so tough, I should know I did my mech training with them."

Dusk waited outside with is squad as all the other mech pilots began getting into all the different squads just outside all the hangars. "Been a full fledged mech pilot for a year now, but I've only been in this squad for 3 months doing escort duties." Dusk thought back to the updated squad file and remembered how he read of another transfer coming into the squad, most remarkably his age. Seems he'd come in, Dusk wasn't suprised he hadn't heard of the arrival, he'd been keeping to himself the past few days. "You're young, if HQ thinks you can fight at this age you must be special."

"Dusk, Black Moon's pilot, watch my back and I'll watch yours," Dusk turned his mech back towards the central hangar's entrance as Flynn and Jo's mechs emerged and he gave them a casual salute.

"Insert philisophical/funny rambling here"

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