Galactic Soldier Troperion Brainstorm

Interesting.

Still wish I knew Japanese so I could navigate Nico Nico Douga. They have the best memes.

Also? Yume Nikki GET DOWN is best GET DOWN.

Proof of my claims.

Not asking.

Asking what?

I just watched some of it on mute.

Ah. It gets loud at the end because UBOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA but most of it is fine.

heeee, yoda.

I have a sleepintiem avatar now, it means I am either just about to go to bed, already there, or have just woken up.

In that vein, goodnight.

Can we start the rescue mission tomorrow?

Hopefully, yes.

Awesomesauce.

'kay. Night now.

Goodnight Spain! And everyone else! See you all tomorrow. :)

Sleepy Souji is sleepy.

Night Spain.

Edit: Good night pretty much everyone.

edited 5th Feb '11 9:05:58 PM by Fauxlosophe

Night folks.

-Skipped some pages-

Ah lock or anyone who might know, one question. I was thinking of the equipment Colette could bring to the mission and there's one thing I don't know. Are there personal shields for soldier? Body armor and such?

I need it for Colette's next post.

edited 5th Feb '11 9:22:24 PM by daltar

Not standard. We aren't rolling the on foot stuff, it's free-form.

Just take what you like.

And now, fic.

Provisional Centauri Celestial Orbit Colony: Hell's Gate

Date: April 14th 2995

Local Time: 11:13 P.M.

It was a cold night in the research facility on Hell's Gate, as usual. For whatever reason, the director liked to keep the place just a bit above freezing. For that very reason, it was so irritating, it was chilly, but not cold enough to warrant a fire or hot chocolate. It grated on the nerves of the people who worked in or around it. Jacob Ayers stood guard outside the door with his rifle, tapping his foot to the music in his head. No music was played outside the facility, and he couldn't afford to use headphones in his line of work, so he just "played back" the songs he liked in his head.

Much to Jacob's surprise, a visitor came. He was an older man in a business suit, and he held a briefcase in his hand.

"How may I help you sir?" Jacob inquired.

"Hello, I'm Alan Ingham, might I have an audience with the director? It is senatorial business."

"Senate business, huh?" Jacob raised his rifle and shot the visitor through the head. "Heh, too easy." Jacob walked up to the body and checked the wound. Instead of blood and fluids leaking out, there was merely mineral oil and scraps of metal. "Son of a bitch!" It was a shell for an A.I., he should have known better, Jacob tried to sound the alarm, but he felt a sharp, cold pain in his neck before he could.

Jacob Ayers terminated

—Time: 11:26 P.M.—

Kenya Sanchez was busy in her lab area. She was testing the effects of a batch of nanobots all with the same programming, on living tissue. After recording her latest result, she heard a noise. She turned away to make certain nothing important had been damaged, but nothing was disturbed. However, she saw a spent magazine from a gun lying on the ground. As she stepped back to reach for a gun, she felt a thin piece of metal on her neck.

"Don't move."

Kenya remained frozen still.

"What are you working on?" Said a man's voice from behind her.

"U-u-uum a-a, set of n-nanobots..."

"What's their function?"

"To r-repair tissue, they're just medical nano! What do you want?"

The man clicked his teeth. "You're a good person, but I can't tell you much. What I will tell you is, you're one of the lucky ones." Kenya felt a prick in her shoulder, and she drifted to sleep.

Kenya Sanchez anesthetized

—Time: 11:42 P.M.—

David drummed his thick hands on the table in the lounge. The music playing was some ancient hard rock, his personal favorite. He quietly sipped his lemon-lime soda. He was as rest, but not content. You see he was only drinking lemon lime because the drink dispenser gave him that instead of orange. In between the sound of the music, the just-perceptible low whistle of the air conditioning, and the gentle whirr of the vending machines, he heard a light footstep.

David dived out of the way of a knife, thrown at him from just behind a corner. In response he threw the table at the attacker. From behind the corner, a man in a black trenchcoat and white mask, quickly dived out of the way and dashed toward him. He was fast, but not enough so. David parried a slash from the man's knife and punched him onto the floor.

David grabbed the assailant by his neck and held him up. "You know you ain't too smart, attacking a big-ass nano-auged guy like myself. Better start talkin' if you want your spine intact."

The man choked out a sentence. "I hope you speak knife." The masked man stuck a small stiletto into David's arm. It didn't do much, but it was enough to get him to let go. The man kicked David in the chest, setting him off balance, and planted a foot behind his supporting leg, tripping him. The intruder rubbed his neck as he planted a foot on the large augmented man's chest. "Man, 'I hope you speak knife' what kinda line is that? See what happens when you choke a guy? Uncool, just uncool." The man pulled out a palmtop computer and scrolled through it with a gloved hand. "Here we go. It says you received your augmentation therapy from the director himself. You must be a- WHOA!"

David launched the man across the room. Landing on his feet, the man pulled out a small, round object and pressed a button on it. The lights, music and vending machines all shut off, on top of that David fell to the ground with a loud thud. He gasped as his heart beat out of time. "W-what happened?" He coughed loudly.

The intruder shook his head. "I didn't want to do that. I knew you were a testbed for the strength and sensory augmentations, but I also saw you got some important stuff too."

"H-help me..."

"Sorry, E.M.P. damage is permanent, that's why I avoided it until I knew I couldn't keep you down. Now please, tell me where I can find the director."

"He'll be..." A loud wheeze. "on floor 19."

"Thank you, I'll do what I can for you. Next time get something more natural." The man injected David with two needles. David's heart slowed down and he drifted to sleep.

David Shepherd terminated

—Time: 11:54 P.M.—

The lift clanged against the floor loudly. Charles continued pounding on his keyboard rhythmically, he spoke in no particular direction "Aren't you going to read my charges? I was under the impression the guard did that."

The man walked forwards slowly. "Charles Noble. You are charged with treason of the third degree, the production of illegal nanoweapons, conspiracy to mass murder, and criminal fraudulence."

"Hmm? That last one's unexpected."

"You operated under a false name and funded these weapons, which were explicitly disapproved by the senate, by the way, using a medical supplier as the cover. It fits the bill."

"And my sentence?"

The man crossed his arms. "You need to ask?"

"Very well." Charles stood up, pulled out his sword and faced the masked man. "Then we fight to the death, like real men."

"..."

"What?"

"I come to this god-forsaken asswipe of a colony, come down here, kill dozens of people to get the info I need to execute you properly, get tossed around by a big-ass auged dude, STUB MY TOE ON THE ELEVATOR DOOR. And you want me to duel you to the death."

"Yes."

"What a pain in the ass. You know what? Fuck that noise." The man whipped out an extremely small gun and shot Charles in the knee. The doctor writhed in pain on the ground.

"What the hell was that for?"

"Because A) instant death is too good for you. and B) you deserve to see the face of the man who kills you." The assailant walked over to Charles and looked him in the eye through the dark eye windows of his mask. Charles focused his eyes as the man removed his mask, revealing brown eyes and steel grey hair. The man flicked open his knife and held it to the doctor's throat. "I am Alexei Niktokov of the 4th extermination division of the Praetorian Guard. By the power vested in me by the Emperor, I sentence you to death."

Charles Noble terminated

Post-mission cleanup report:

Kenya Sanchez and other medical employees: Memory wiped and relocated to Ubekon.

All data on the Hell's Gate Research Facility: Erased.

50 tonnes of assorted nanotech: Acquired.

edited 16th Apr '11 5:06:07 AM by lockonlockon

But we have a system for on-foot combat worked out already, remember? We had to come up with on when Hobbes infiltrated the battleship on the Feds' first mission.

Oh I see.

Alright, I'll work on a post soon then.

We did? Well, I guess we could use that, but Hydrall'd need to roll it.

I spent most of the fic assuming the assassin was the AI shell.

For a minute I was almost convinced Alexei was a robot.

Hmm, I guess that's the price of it being too' ambiguous.

The on foot combat system is a little meh... You sure you couldn't do it play-by-post?

I'd be fine doing it, though.

If it's meh, then when can just free-play it.

No big deal.

edited 6th Feb '11 7:14:55 AM by lockonlockon

I thought it'd just be like with frames, except we're all assumed to be medium. And Roxy gets an extra 50% Health.