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Topic Started: Aug 17 2012, 06:47 PM (852 Views)
Duth Olec
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I guess I really don't know what to say here, other than start RPing. Oh, and there's going to be a bit of an introduction story to establish the area and kingdoms and characters and all that, and then you're free to plot up the joint.
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“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't.”

The Headquarters was a large, walled building in the middle of a forest. It felt serene, a getaway in a lust forest paradise. Behind its walls was a large garden ares, with trimmed bushes leading the way to two, large doors. The structure itself seemed to be designed classically, with large ornate windows and white stone walls.

Above it, a group of large transports slowly descended. These seemed to almost look like birds, bulky yet streamlined. These Heron Transports were painted in a blue and green color scheme. They swooshed over the tops of the trees, going low in the courtyard. They came to a large pad on the side of the building, and slowly dropped to the ground.

The hatch opened, and inside each of these transports was the group that would be known as the Atlas Guardians.

"Welcome!" chimed a robotic voice.

A small orb floated up, made of solid metal. It had a single green eye, with a green top portion.

"Mr. Walker would like to welcome you in the briefing room," it said, "I am Host! I will be your guide and housecleaning robot for the duration of your stay!"
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Let's be weird

One of those that came out was a young woman who looked prepared for battle. She had a short sword strapped to her hip.

During the robot's speech, she looked down at the sword and muttered, "You're made of metal. Why are you afraid of heights?" She sighed. "Whatever. We're on the ground now anyway."
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Pichup and co. walk out of their ship.

Pichup: Whoa...this is much more fancy than the old YB HQ. Then again I barely remember any of it by now.

Yoshichu: THAT FLIGHT SUCKED! They didn't even have any peanuts!

Baces: *Sighs* I know I agreed to do this with you guys, but could you please keep the yelling down?

Pichup: Maybe we'll see some old faces!
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Along with these transports was another ship, also bird-like, also bulky, and also streamlined. This ship, however, had a mahogany color to it, with hints of a light brown throughout. The pilot of this ship had been given special clearance to fly his own ship instead of the transports; after all, he was an ace pilot, and his ship had a bit of fame, though not nearly as much as the vehicle stored in it.

Out of the transport came two chameleons, one green and one red. "A robot?" the red one said. "A green robot? Are you kidding me? That's gotta be the tackiest color... there... uh..." She looked over at the green chameleon, who was looking at her.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Lin'mp," he said, not perturbed at all, "I don't understand fashion anyway! Although, having a single, green eye is a bit off-putting..."

No one emerged from the other ship.
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“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't.”

"This way please!" said Host, "I'll make sure that you'll love to feels to be here!"

The doors behind host opened. The robot floated in and guided them through the structure.

It seemed to be set up almost like a hotel. The insides were carpeted and plain, several small statues lining the walls. There were several rooms off to the side, lining the halls of this hallway.

"These will be your bedrooms!" said Host, "We'll have the staff drop your stuff off there as you're briefed!"

Host then lead them downstairs, into a large leisure area. There were various large holo-TVs lining the walls, and couches lined around the room. One large holographic telivision seemed to take up an entire wall. Behind them were the doors to a large kitchen, with a large dining room table. The ceilings were high, with a large chandelier hanging overhead.

"Welp! Here we are!" chimed Host.

There didn't seem to be anyone else in the room.
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"Wow, this place is huge," Lin'mp said.

"It's also large!" the other chameleon, Marl'nt, said. "So, um, where is Walker, anyhowzit?"
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Yoshichu: Ten bucks betting one of those TVs will get broken soon.

Pichup: HAHAHAH no. Anyways, WHERE ARE THE GAMIMG SYSTEMS I'M BORED.

Baces: I think I'll just watch TV... *Sits down on a couch and turns on a holo-TV*
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Let's be weird

A small voice piped up from the blade held by the young woman. "Well, gee, this doesn't look like a briefing room!"

Guerrera nodded. "It's too casual. Although, knowing Walker's reputation, I wouldn't be surprised if he did choose a place like this."
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“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't.”

Suddenly a grid of light appeared around the room, creating shining squares that lined the entire recreation area. Suddenly the contents of the squares began to change, fading to complete black. The entire room was pitch black now, with the Guardians and Host standing in the middle of this nothing.

Then suddenly stars began to appear around them. It was hard to make out where they were, but there were constellations, distant specs of light, nebula. An entire universe now all around them.

In front of them, sitting in a chair was a reptile figure. His skin was green and scaled, in his lips was a small lit cigarette. One of his eyes was slim and yellow, the other was different, a robotic structure that seemed to look at the hundreds of holographic stats and charts that surrounded him. He waves two of his fingers, and the holographic charts sped off into oblivion, vanishing.

"Greetings," said the figure, "I know you may have questions, but allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Walker, owner and CEO of Beacon. I am the one who brought you here. Some of you may be confused as to why I have brought you to this remote corner of space, but allow me to explain: before you lay a simple planet. Much like the trillions upon trillions of others in our universe, a speck."

A holographic image of Atlas appeared in front of him. It was a diverse planet, filled with oceans and covered by two large continents.

"Yet, this small planet is in need of heroes," he continued, "The people here are in fear as events and forces greater then they threaten to crush them. But I feel that once again, we need a group of heroes to stand for them, to allow them to rest easy knowing that there are in fact trustworthy men and women standing for them. What I am asking you to become today is not an army, not a group of vigilantes, but guardians. Guardians of what good there is left in this increasingly chaotic universe. Guardians of ideals now lost in today's politics and tensions. What I am asking for you is to become Atlas Guardians."

He lowered the cigarette from his mouth, tilting his head back.

"Now," he said, "Enough with the motivational buildup. I know you have plenty of questions."
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