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MMD Episode 1 - Into The Sky
Topic Started: Feb 15 2012, 11:55 PM (346 Views)
Jet Blackbeard
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The darkness of space lay upon creation like a black canvas, rolling outward into infinity. It's unending murk were sprinkled with a myriad of stars that sparkled in the depths. And around a handful of these stars the works of man cast their artificial illumination out into the galaxy as well.

At this particular moment one of those manmade structures was cruising through the oppressive darkness. It was a massive warship that, to an observant viewer, would have the appearance of a very large bus. Yes, a very large....Short Bus. Its brightly lit bulk charted a course through the cosmos, guided solely by the super computer that controlled all of its functions. Not a soul stirred within its labyrinthine corridors.

Once the ship had crossed over an invisible line drawn across the fabric of space a pre-set system activated and a bank of cryogenic containment pods located in the bowels of the ship were deactivated. The crew, who had been in hibernation until now, were roused from their slumber and began to stir.

The cover to one such pod had only just begun to rise, releasing a cloud of mist from within, when it was suddenly flung violently from its moorings and crashed against the wall. With a guttural growl that was part yawn and part belch the pods inhabitant sat up. Like a beast rising from the depths of the ocean he exited the pod and stood stretching and rubbing at his eyes.

He was a massive slab of humanity with curly brown hair and a beard, clad only in a red Speedo. His feet had barely touched the floor before he added a bronze helm studded with ivory horns and a pair of pink bunny slippers to his sparse wardrobe.

Glancing around at the other cryo-pods the big Viking (for there was nothing else he could be) gave one of them a surly kick. "Get out of bed you lazy biz-itches!" He roared in a loud voice, intent upon rousing the rest of his crew.

Satisfied that the others would soon rise he threw a bathrobe around his broad shoulders and left the room. "There'll be coffee and a mission briefing in the mess hall in ten minutes! Be there or be BANNED!"

(OOC - Just intro your characters and then head to the mess hall for an entry post.)
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As the cryo pod opens at the predetermined time, Lord Justice snaps awake. Seeing as how his body was completely cybernetic, the pod itself was more or less pointless. Still, he might as well use the resting place given to him. Not resorting to the frivolity of standard human wake up practices, Justice grips the edge of the pod and lifts himself out, putting his feet on the floor.

At the moment, all he was wearing was his black shirt and pants, and he quickly got to work dressing himself. He crouched down and opening a compartment under the pod, where his various weapons and clothing were held. He took his katana out first, and pulled it out, inspecting it.

It was in perfection condition, as usual. Thanks to the nanite infusion within the material of the blade, it no longer needed to be clean, and kept it's edge no matter what. He took out the blet with it, and put on both, the sheath and blade resting on his right hip.

Next, he took out his carbine pistol. He pulled open the compartments, and found it in, again, perfection condition, although not loaded. He holstered it on his left hip, and pulled out several magazines for it, placing them on his belt as well, just behind the pistol.

Afterward, he pulled out the leather harness for his revolver and put it on. It went over his shoulder, with the revolver being accessed by his right hand. It was mostly used when he was using his katana, or holding something with his dominant left hand. Justice takes out the revolver and inspects it, finding it in the same condition as the last two weapons. He places it on the harness, along with two battery packs on the outside.

Retrieving his knife from the compartment, he looked it over, and put it back in it's sheath. Again, perfection condition, and he secured it to his left thigh.

The second to last bit of equipment was his wristblade, which he secured to his left wrist after inspecting it. Lord Justice then put on his duster and boots, along with his wide brimmed hat and stylized sunglasses.

Lastly, he pulled out the larger armblade. Placing it on his right forearm, he pulled the straps tight and tested it. It worked fine, a foot of sharp steel moving in and out of the sheath for it.

Satisfied that was he prepared, he pulled out a small canteen and a plastic box, and placed them in the pocket of his duster. He stood up, and looked around the room. No one seemed to be up yet, except for one. He had heard something about the mess hall, so he headed there.
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Sir Maku Daiohma found his eyes opening as the door to the cryo pod opened before him.
The ice around the door cracked as it opened, the whole pod was frozen over from the inside.
He stepped out from the pod only to see the back of one of the others leaving the room.

Maku looked over to his right arm that still had some of the ice coving it which he brushed off.
The rest of his suit with was a full body one was no longer covered in his ice which he used to make sure no one would wake him before the pre set time.

The knight stood a far way from his pod as he turned around to face it.
He raised his hands and in doing so the air around him became extremely cold.
Ice appeared across the floor as it spread to the compartment under his pod.
He quickly made a grabbing motion with his right hand which at the same time caused a hand of ice to rise up from the floor and open the compartment.
He repeated the motion with his hands as more and more ice hands came from the ground, each going inside the compartment.

The hands of ice then came back across the room each holding onto a part of armor.
The ice started to spin around him as the armor found it's way onto his body.

In a flash of what looked like a mini blizzard he was fully dressed in his silver armor.
Sir Maku then removed his helmet and placed it next to his pod, not needing it for a while.

He had a quick look over his suit of armor as the ice on the ground seemed to evaporate around him.
Satisfied his armor was all ready to go he walked over to the side of the room where a small pillar of solid ice awaited him.

Inside was a faint blue glow which called out to him.
The knight placed his open hand against the ice pillar, his whole arm started to turn into ice as the pillar disappeared.
In seconds the pillar was gone and in his icy hand was a pure silver sword.
''Did you sleep well my dear friend?'' He asked the blade.

Sir Maku smiled as he placed the sword at his side, a quick flex of his arm and the ice shattered into nothingness around him.
He looked around the room, noting that he was alone he made his way to the mess hall.
''Time for a spot of tea I dare say.''
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In the airways of the short bus, being quite nice and worthy of the Troll Science award, had the distinct displeasure of having been invaded by a foreign entity. A very bored foregin entity.

In fact, the entity was about to die of boredom when he heard a voice ordering everyone to the mess hall. "Yay!" It bubbled, "Boredom no more!" And, with no more words to say, the entity slinked from airway to airway, avoiding the dreaded blue red orange and pink security bots as it went to the air vent of the mess hall.
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Bear slouched in his chair at the dinner table in the mess hall. He'd been in cryo-stasis for the past week and felt like a bowl of microwaved shit. He had a splitting headache and his stomach threatened to spill its contents at any moment. Bear's sickness hadn't been caused by the cryo-sleep. He was just hung over, as usual. He'd partaken of far too much mead before going into the sleep pod and his hangover had been waiting for an entire week to make him regret doing so.

The Viking's left hand gripped a cup of strong, black coffee. Steam rose from within as he sipped gingerly from its contents in an attempt to shake off his lingering drunkenness. And at the same time there was a tankard of mead in his right hand. Bear quaffed from it at the same time, as if trying to sober up and get drunk again in one smooth transition.

Soon the rest of the crew filed into the mess hall and joined him. There was food and drinks already prepared for them by the ship's staff of mechanical peons. Once everyone had served themselves and gotten comfortable Bear rose shakily to his feet to begin the aforementioned mission briefing.

"Okay, listen up you monkeys! Here's the deal. At 08:50 on Tuesday of last week we received a distress call from someone in the Blue Rogues organization of Arcadia. The transmission was made by Vyse's mother who, as we all know, doesn't seem to have a name. It turns out that Vyse the Legend has been abducted! Dyne went to search for him but he never returned. Now we've been called in to haul both of their sorry asses out of the fire. Vyse's mom has promised that we will be paid after we get back. But we must bring our own weapons. And our safety is not guaranteed."

With the briefing pretty much in the bag Bear sat back down. He took a long pull from his mead but quickly realized that he'd mixed up which hand held what drink. Instead he poured the scalding hot coffee down his throat and immediately spat it back out, coughing loudly and in serious pain.

"Anyway, that's the gist of it." Bear gasped. Smoke spewed from his mouth as he spoke. "We'll be arriving in Arcadia's orbit in a few minutes so grab your shit and head to the launch bay whenever you're ready. I'll be warming up the drop ship."

~

The drop ship, much like the warship, had the appearance of a school bus. In fact, to anyone who looked at it, that's exactly what it was. Granted it was a school bus with no wheels sitting on top of a boat with jet wings and smoke stacks mounted on it. There were also flames painted across the bus's hood and large block letters stenciled down either side of it. The letters spelled out "The Short Bus" and its license plate read "IM4TARDS". Clearly this was one of those buses used to transport "special" kids to school.

But today the Short Bus would be carrying a group of mercenaries to their next mission. The ringleader of their little group was already aboard. Bear the Viking, now fully dressed and girded for battle, sat in the driver's seat. His foot pumped the gas pedal, causing the engine to rev up, while his hand fiddled with the radio dial. Soon the sound of Hair Metal from the 1980s was blaring throughout the launch bay.

Taking a glance out the bus's window Bear saw his team had arrived. "If you're ready to whoop some ass, get on the bus!" He roared at them. "Oh.....but make sure you go to the potty before we leave cuz I ain't stopping until we get to where we're going!"
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Lord Justice stepped into the briefing room, ducking under a rather low hanging doorway. It was fairly spartan, long tables and benches bolted to the floor. Mechanical servitors in what he reasoned was the kitchen area were making food. Seeing the team leader already sitting, Justice sat as well, on the far end. Taking his hat and sunglasses off, he places them on the bench beside him.

He decided to decline any food offered. He didn't need it to begin with, and wasn't terribly keen on whatever rations were lying around. He takes out out his metal canteen, and takes a few sips from it's contents instead, listening to the mission briefing.

Vyse the Legend, huh? Justice thinks to himself. Strange that he would have been abducted and needed to be saved. Man seemed invincible, at least from what Justice knew. Not an easy feat to have more or less destroyed a nation's military on your own.

The rest was fairly standard, nothing Justice couldn't handle. He felt he should ask questions, but Bear didn't look to be in the mood, so he held off. The meeting was dismissed after that, and they were to meet in the docking bay.

Already battle ready, Justice headed there immediately. The first thing he did, while waiting for the rest, was check up on his motorbike. He pulled it out of the storage area where had left it, and looked it over. It was spotless, a shiny black finish covering it, with the Red Scales adorning the front plates of the bike.

He opened the various compartments, checking the contents. Mostly a few extra weapons and ammo, along with several bottles to refills the contents of his canteen. He closed the compartments, standing up and leaning against his bike as he waited for the dropship to become ready. Feeling like he had done this before, Justice had his bike loaded into a loading compartment in the underbelly of the ship, and then took a back seat in the bus portion, waiting to take off.
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Sir Maku entered the mess hall right away spotting the others at the table.
''Good morning to you gentlemen.'' He said as he took his seat at the table, removing his horned helmet and placing it on the table next to him.
Just as he sat down he took out his sword and slammed it into the floor next to him, a sudden chill of ice ran up the blade to hold it up right where it stood.

Sir Maku's eyes scanned the table for the tea pot but once again it had not been put out.
''Tea?'' He asked as he stood back up, yet his words seemed to fall on death ears.
This did not bother him much as he could understand that the others might not be up to their full selfs yet after the long sleep.

The knight made his way across the room to where the teapot waited for him.
He quickly boiled some water as he prepared the tea.
As he stirred the milk and sugar he turned his head to take another look at the table.
''Surly it can not be?'' He muttered to himself as he looked at the food that had been set out.
Quickly he opened the cupboards just above his head, his eyes racing around the contents.

''This can not be, Where are the crumpets?''
He opened another cupboard, ''My Kingdom for a crumpet!'' He unknowingly said out loud.
Just then in the last cupboard he came across what must of been the last packet.
With a smile on his face he turned on the toaster and in moments was back at his seat with his tea and crumpets.

Sir Muka had only just had a bite to eat when Bear started to talk to them all.
I would seem that their new task would be to save a young hero who went by the name of Vyse the Legend.
With the briefing over Bear made his way to the Launch bay to prepare the ship.

''Well best get a move on.'' Maku said to himself as he stood up from the table.
He took a hold of his sword and twisted it, shattering the ice which held it to the ground.
With his blade back at his side he held his helmet under his arm and made his way down to the drop ship.

The knight looked at the ship, no matter how many times he saw it he just could not get used to it.
His home was advanced but not in machinery, thanks to element magic they had no real need for machines of such.
The engine revved up as the Viking pushed his foot down on the pedal causing a noise that to Sir Maku seemed unnatural.

He entered the ship and took a seat near the middle, spotting that Lord Justice was already seated at the back of the ship.
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Once everyone was aboard Bear kicked the Short Bus into gear and floored the gas pedal. Rather than exiting the ship through the launch bay doors he simply smashed through the wall, leaving a huge, jagged hole in it. "OH YEAH!" The Viking yelled, doing his best imitation of the Cool Aid Man. Cargo pods, pieces of equipment and hapless robotic crewmen were sucked out into space. Bear didn't notice any of it though. It wasn't his ship so he didn't really care either.

The ship fell away into the darkness as the Short Bus blazed through space on the way to Arcadia. The planet loomed before them all, dominating the viewscreen/windshield. Minute by minute it grew larger still. Closer and closer the Short Bus flew until individual landmasses could be observed swimming in the azure sea of sky beneath them.

It was towards one of these islands in the Mid-Oceanic region of the planet that they were heading. An island with a big windmill on it...

~

A trio of children scampered about the town's proper, frolicking and playing as only children could. Suddenly one of them, a brat dressed all in green, stopped and cast his gaze skyward. "What's wrong Alan?" Another boy asked. He shielded his eyes against the sun and tried to spot what had captured his playmate's attention.

"Is that a ship? Can you see it too Jimmy?" Alan answered.

Jimmy squinted into the distance. "No, I don't see....wait, yes I can! There's a ship heading this way."

"I see it too!" The third child, this one a girl, squealed. "And I can hear something too."

"What do you hear Lindsi?" Jimmy asked. He moved his hand from above his eyes to cup his ear in an attempt to pick up on whatever the little girl had heard.

"It sounds like music." Lindsi answered. "At least I think it's music but I'm not sure."

The three children stood watching the small shape on the horizon as it drew nearer. Soon it was close enough that they could all make out the small details of the approaching Short Bus. They could hear the heavenly sounds of Hair Metal boiling out of its windows too.

When the Short Bus was practically on top of them the children started getting nervous. "Um...it's moving awfully fast." Lindsi gulped.

"Yeah, and it's heading right towards us!" Alan gasped, his eyes going as wide as saucers.

"Holy fuck! Run for your lives!" Jimmy screamed. "That asshole is going to run us down!"

~

Bear adjusted his landing coordinates, carefully lining the three children up with the Short Bus's bumper. "GTA you little bastards!" He roared, laughing maniacally. The three children scattered before him, seeking cover behind the houses that stood at the center of the island.

The Short Bus came in for a hard landing amid a squealing of tires and grinding of gears. Bear steered the craft into the center of the village, doing a couple of doughnuts to help slow it down (and because he really is an asshole) before the Short Bus ground to a stop.

"We're here! Pirate Island!" Bear announced to his crew. "Let's go meet Vyse's mom and get the skinny on this little caper!"

~

"Hello Bear. Thanks for coming." Vyse's Mom said, forcing herself to smile as she welcomed the mercenaries. "Please, make yourselves at home.

"Ain't no thing but a chicken wing." Bear returned her greeting and took her up on her offer of hospitality. That gesture would soon come back to bite her in the ass.

"I just brewed some tea if you'd like some." Vyse's Mom announced, her gaze flicking over to Daioh. "And there are some cookies too."

Vyse's Mom showed the knight and the black-clad Lord Justice into the kitchen. "Please, help yourselves. You too Bear. Uh...where'd he go?"

Vyse's Mom excused herself and set off down the hall in search of the Viking. She soon found him ransacking her room. "BEAR! What are you doing? Put those down this instant! And...take that off!"

"What?" Bear asked innocently. The Viking was in the midst of trying on one of her dresses whilst sniffing a pair of her panties with unknown intent.

"Friggin' perv." Vyse's Mom glared angrily at him until Bear divested himself of her clothing and left the room. "Now, if you please, let's join your friends in the kitchen."

Vyse's Mom lead the Viking back down the hall and entered the kitchen. "As I told the others, there's tea and some cookies if you....oh geez, now where'd he go?" Again Vyse's Mom excused herself and went to find Bear. This time he was in the bathroom. The sounds of flatulence and a malodorous stench wafting from beneath the door indicated that he was taking a massive dump at the moment.

"By the Moons, I JUST cleaned that." Vyse's Mom facepalmed herself.

~

After about 45 minutes of wrangling Bear from one room to the other Vyse's Mom finally drove him into the kitchen. The Viking proceeded to raid her refrigerator, removing a plate of cold koketa drumsticks, a bottle of whiskey and some leftover pasta. He sat his ill-gotten plunder and the table and began eating it. Realizing that this was her best opportunity Vyse's Mom launched into the tragic tale of her how her husband and son had both turned up missing.

"Aika and Fina had come by for a visit that morning. They'd invited Vyse out with them to shop for new swimsuits and lingerie, saying they needed the opinion of a man to help them decide what to buy. But Vyse said he wasn't interested in such girly things and decided to stay here."

"That sounds about right." Bear mumbled around a mouthful of food. "Sometimes I wonder about that kid."

Vyse's Mom nodded sadly and continued. "He was in the backyard watching the children play. I didn't see or hear anything but when I went to call them all in for lunch Vyse was gone! We thought he'd just wandered off but several hours passed and he still hadn't come home. Dyne went out to look for him but then he disappeared too! We've searched the whole island but neither of them were to be found. There weren't any signs of a struggle and none of the boats are missing. It's as if they just up and vanished!"

Bear stroked his beard in thought. "Did you happen to notice anything out of the ordinary? Anything at all, no matter how insignificant, could be an important clue." He asked, mostly for the sake of furthering the plotline.

"Well, he had been drinking wine out of a Coke can that morning." Vyse's Mom answered after a moment of thought. "And he kept grabbing his crotch for some reason."

"Anything else?" Bear sighed.

Vyse's Mom reached into the pocket of her apron and produced a strange object. "While I was out looking around I found this lying on the ground." She explained, handing it over to Bear.

The Viking narrowed his eyes as he examined it. The object was an elegant mask crafted from dyed silk in the shape of a colorful butterfly. Bear's face flushed with anger. Apparently he recognized the mask.

Vyse's Mom picked up on that fact. "You've seen one of those before haven't you? You know who abducted my family don't you Bear?"

"Yeah." Bear growled. "It looks to be the work of the Papillion Organization!"
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Lord Justice sat back into his seat, looking over at the last passenger to join them, a knight he didn't know. Wasn't surprising, the only contact he had here was Bear, strange though it sounded. He would learn what he needed to know eventually, though.

He looked out the window as the Bus tore through the side of the ships. It threw Justice off a bit, but it wasn't entirely unexpected of Bear. He wasn't a fan of the music blaring at him, so he switched off his hearing and closed his eyes, waiting for the ship to land.

Land it did, apparently. Bear wasn't the best driver, and the landing was nothing short of traumatic. However, there was no causalities, which Justice was glad for. He stepped off the Bus, and followed Bear into home where an older woman greeted them. Justice took his hat off and nodded, walking into the house and into her kitchen.

As Bear made a complete ass of himself, Justice sat down at the table, waiting. As things quieted down, and details were explained, Justice tried a different tack.

"If you don't mind the asking, why did you hire well, him, exactly?" Justice says, looking at Bear.
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