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| Shattering the World; Megaman X Roleplay | |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Mar 20 2008, 08:09 AM Post #1 |
Ginyu Force Reject; Nazi Teddy Bear Commodore
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This was a fairly rare night. The counter-measures against the pollution problem was finally starting to take effect, resulting in a beautiful, cloudless night over Giga City. The stars were something to truly behold, and many couples, young and old, were out and about on this lovely evening to view the stars and the white pearl that was the moon. Of course, on such a night, there was also a seedier element at play. A figure in black armor, clearly a reploid, landed on the ground after leaping off of a building's roof that was 80 feet overhead. Something no human could accompmlish; Something that only a superior being like a reploid could accomplish. Despite the change of scenary, the moonlight still reflected off of the metal on his body and hands, twin knives in hands as he moved through the darkness, eerily silent. Even the guards and patrols were distracted by the delicate light of the moon and stars, so much that the agent slipped past such guards, leaping over a high, barbed-wire fence with a single sign on it, bearing faded red and black ink. DANGER! KEEP OUT! No Unauthorized Personnel Nuclear Reactor Facility Unfortunately for the citizens of Giga City, they would only enjoy the spectacle for so long... The first thing that would divert the attention of the people admiring the sky wasn't pressing work or sleep. Instead, it was the sound of explosions, and soon, the riot warning horn sounded off, but far, far too late. Only those near the Nuclear Reactor knew what was going on: A pure nuclear meltdown, and at an alarming rate. So much so, that before the call to evacuate could be made... The entire city was enveloped in a white orb of energy, followed by a mushroom cloud. And Giga City was gone. --------------------------------------------------- WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING Alarms were blaring in Maverick Hunter Headquarters, Commander Signas entering the situation room with his voice on high, yelling orders. Soon enough, observation satillites observed the destruction that was once Giga City. 100% destroyed. Despite being a mechanical reploid, Signas' face was filled with horrified, shocked disbelief. "G-Get...GET X, AXL, AND ZERO IN HERE! NOW!!" ---------------------------------------------------- Equally far away from Giga City as Hunter HQ was, a single figure sat in a chair, his fingers tapping together as he watched the viewscreen, news reporters viewing the scene of destruction from the safety of their helicopters. While the few humans that were reporting stayed far away from the dead zone, fearing radioactive contaimination, Reploids from Hunter HQ and other contingency forces were equipping themselves with specialized armor and approaching the scene, hopeful for survivors. The man smirked. They would find none. "And the stage is set." |
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| ~Kid Hunter~ | Mar 20 2008, 05:28 PM Post #2 |
Awesome Spellcaster
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Inside the training room of Hunter HQ, a Reploid with dual handguns was shooting at a digital version of Magma Dragoon. The Reploid had red and blue armor, with white part sticking out around the waist. His hair was orange, but it was partially seen due to the helmet he wore. The helmet had a blue sphere, which looks like a big eye, on it. The Reploids face, on the other hand, was young, but he had scars the shape of an X. Magma Dragoon pulled his hands back and thrusted them forward. "Haduken!" He shouted as fire jetted out of his hands towards the Reploid. The Reploid acted quickly and leapt into the air. Jets placed under the white area of his armor activated, and he began to hover in mid-air. He fired his blasters at Magma Dragoon, hitting him between the forehead. Magma Dragoon stopped moving. In a matter of seconds, the digital version of him blew up. The Reploid got down to the floor and looked up at the screen placed on the wall. There was a score meter and a grading system. Once the points have been calculated, it was shown on screen. He got 97.8, Grade S-. "WHAT!? 97.8!? This is blasphemy! Come on! I got him between the head point blank!" The Reploid whined like a child. His voice too was of a child. The alarms suddenly went off, and the Reploid could hear it all around him. "Uh oh, looks like trouble." The Reploid then ran out of the room. "Better find X and Zero to see what's up." He said, running down the corridor of the hunter base. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Mar 20 2008, 05:44 PM Post #3 |
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Just as Axl ran into the corrider, he ran headfirst into another red-armored figure, causing Zero to fall on the ground, X turning the corner just in time to see the spectacle and burst out laughing. "Watch where you're goin'!" Zero said, casting an agitated glare at Axl before getting to his feet. "C'mon! Signas needs us at the situation roo--Damnit, X, this isn't the time to be laughing! Its not funny!" Soon enough, X, Zero, and Axl entered the room, Commander Signas' face turning from agitation to one of slight relief. "Men...we have a situation on our hands..." |
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| +transcon+ | Mar 20 2008, 09:29 PM Post #4 |
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In another city miles away from the aftermath, a news reporter was on the television set across the country. It was a news flash reporting on the aftermath. The nuclear devastation was shocking to say the least. Countless numbers of people perished in the detonation of the nuclear facility, along with billions of dollars in collateral damage. A small company on the fringes of the mega-corporation shadows named Gear-Tek, had placed a bid on a contract to assist in tasks at ground zero. It was a small mom-and-pop operation usually tasked with archeology, mining, search and rescue, and other laborious duties that competed with the low-bidding high-tech mega-corps of the country. It was tough to run such a small business, but the owners had high hopes when they came across several computer cores dating back nearly decades. Their discovery was as profound as it was golden. Artificial intelligence units within the remaining frameworks of small robots built for job tasks or combat. Being that this little hole in the wall company had no desire to extend their business to defense contracts, they took what they had and began reconstructing these machines into robots that unwittingly followed in the original dream of the man who invented such machines: Doctor Light. The first robot that came online was DWN-013. It identified itself as "Crash Man". Although the catastrophe of Giga City was indeed a heartbreaking tragedy, it was also a golden opportunity to test the efficiency and capability of the artificially intelligent robot. Of course, Crash Man's original design was for combat, as they have seen from the original programming and design specifications. However, with a few modifications, it could potentially oversee and perform the tasks of a foreman of a robot crew in dangerous situations. Thus, by the skin of their teeth, they won the contract based on the promise of independent robot work in an excavation and search & rescue operations in what was left of Giga City. Crash Man had been on the scene for hours, and he was already covered in dust, dirt, mud, and garbage. His drill bits were working overtime as he continued to dig furiously in search of any signs of survivors. Assistant bots were also working under his directive to remove scattered debris to removal stations. It was like clockwork until his drill bit found something it couldn't chew through with a teeth-grinding screech. "Unit Zero-One-Three to Ops," he voiced over a communications network. The operations unit overseeing the various contractors on site was tens of miles away from the disaster zone. A human pressed a button on the control panel and accepted the communication. "This is Ops. How's it going, Gear-Tek Leader?" The woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties and already accumulating gray in her auburn hair was amazed at how well an AI robot was working under such conditions. "Power level status at seventy-two percent," he reported in a professional tone, though his voice was almost akin to that of a pubescent boy. "Armament load-out in tact. Will report to Detox Camp in six-zero minutes." "Understood, Gear-Tek Leader," she replied with a motherly smile. His voice kind of reminded her of her son who was a worker at the nuclear facility. She was heart broken at the thought of losing her son as any mother would have been. But, she knew she had to move on. There was work to do. There had to be hope in the potential of other survivors. Other mothers were just as devastated as she was, and this boyish robot was on the task. "Anything else?" "Excavation route in sector four-alpha encountered difficult obstacle requiring excessive force." Crash Man stood there at the location where his drill bit struck an unexpectedly solid object, more solid than his bits could chew through. "Requesting permission to use explosive charges." "Is the area safe?" she asked with a hint of worry in her voice. From the robot's point of view, it didn't look like there were any signs of collapse from nearby caved in structures. So long as he cleared the area of worker drones, things should proceed as planned. "Area is secure." His arms rested by his side as he stared into the hole containing the blockage. "Proceed, then. Be careful, Crash." With the order, he signaled through the radio waves to the other drones to back off fifty feet from the detonation site. The green semi-sphere in the middle of his chest rolled back out of the way from the discharge chamber behind it. A round was fired with a small pneumatic thump. The sabot spread apart and released the device in its casing, revealing a small charge bomb. The device then spread four leg-like clamps that, when impacting with the hardened material, gouged and bit in to hold the bomb in place. "Detonation in three, two, one." Crash Man just stood there at fifteen feet away when the bomb detonated with a bass-filled thud. Debris scattered everywhere, flames and smoke engulfed the area. A few seconds later, the front of Crash Man's body and armor components were cleared of debris and garbage, though dust, dirt, and mud remained. "Section clear," he announced. "Proceeding." His drill bits spun and lubed up as he went back to work. He dug his feet in prying and shoving the drills into the materials. The drones went back to work right behind him as they cleared out the chunks of metal, concrete, and other wreckage materials. Then, a silent alert went off on his right arm. It was a proximity alert. Raising his arms above his head, panels opened up on both sides of his forearms. The bits swiveled inside replacing them with robotic hands. After the panels closed, he went back to work to dig by hand. Eventually, he came across something he had never seen before. Crash Man has, of course, met and interacted with humans. They were lively creatures with such warmth and capacity for comprehension. Even their displays of emotion rivaled that of his limited capacity for such things. It intrigued him to the point that he wanted to prove to himself that he could be just as lively and dedicated. But, what he witnessed before him shocked worse than a short-circuit. He gently lifted a hand no bigger than his own from the wreckage. It wasn't attached to anything. A limp human hand. It was no bigger than his own. His body froze in place as he was stuck wondering what to do. The situation logically dictated that it was waste material, however, the size of the hand indicated that whoever this belonged to couldn't have been much bigger than he. Humans were, apparently, such fragile creatures. If it weren't for him being what he was, this could've been his own hand. Crash Man's eyes were wide with searching over the hand's composition; he tried to make sense of his discovery. Instead, all he found was sorrow. It made no sense, but he couldn't help but stare at it in horror. "Unit Zero-One-Three to Ops," he whispered across the com link. The sounds of restraint cast an edge to his boyish voice as he tried to remain professional. "Go ahead, Gear-Tek Leader. You okay?" The woman suddenly turned to concern as Crash Man suddenly sounded very disturbed. "This... hurts... Can I go to detox camp now?" Edited by transcon, Mar 22 2008, 12:07 AM.
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Mar 20 2008, 11:55 PM Post #5 |
I Fly!
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Not far from what was left of Giga City, all hell was breaking loose a few dozen metres underground. Just outside the city, a hidden research facility had been constructed secretly underground. Dedicated to constructing and researching new Reploid technologies, no-one but the creators of the facility knew it existed. And it had remained that way. Unfortunately, the facility had been powered by Giga City's reactor, and now that was gone, it was quickly shutting down, killing all the dormant Reploid projects within. Except one. Deep within the facility, below the main structure, was a single chamber they had powered using an auxilluary generator. A chamber containing naught but one Reploid, still dormant inside a stasis chamber. But now that power was failing, an auto-release system had activated, and it was slowly thawing out. *kzzzrsh* Stasis chamber failing. Initiating auto-revival sequence. Project Cobalt now active. stuttered the failing PA system. A clunk and a hiss of escaping gas, and the stasis chamber slowly began to open. And the Reploid within stirred... Emergency distress beacon activated. Soon, everyone still watching the Giga City area would pick up the beacon. And Project Cobalt would become known. |
"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company  
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Mar 21 2008, 04:22 AM Post #6 |
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While alarms were going off inside the research facility, scientists and worker-bots were running like mad, trying to secure the facility and evacuate. However, there was a single reploid walking through the corridors that was after something specific. Something...interesting. The Cobalt Project. The Boss had heard about it from his...contacts...and had ordered that the result of the project be brought to him. That was his instructions. A black-armored Reploid moved through the corridors, apparently in no hurry as a few individuals ran past him, casting him strange stares, but too fearful for their lives to stay and chat. Somewhere else inside the facility, Chill Penguine was doing his job...wreaking more havoc. All was as it was planned out. Soon enough, the very chamber that housed the Cobalt project was discovered, and the Black Reploid entered, waiting for the prize to unwrap itself... ------------------------------------ "Find anything?" Came a voice behind Crashman. It was Lieutenant Beyomer of the Hunters, his dark blue armor dimly reflecting the light from the rising sun as he approached. His large brown mustache hid most of his mouth and moved as he spoke, slinging his rifle behind him. Following him were two of his aides, both of which were in white "armor" (if you could call something that thin armor). Both of the aides seemed to avoid dirt like it was the plague, abstaining from getting their bright and shiny finish dirty, tapping away at PDAs. |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Mar 21 2008, 05:30 AM Post #7 |
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The stasis chamber now fully open, the figure within began to stir. Lethargically, the being's torso rose, hands resting on the sides of the chamber for support. A yellow gem glowed into life, shining in the darkened room, and a pair of eyes flashed the same colour for a split second. Project Cobalt was awake. The figure soon shifted, rising out of the chamber and standing unsteadily on it's feet. Automatically turning round, it reached into an alcove in the side of the chamber, and withdrew a large warhammer-like object. It was oblivious to the black reploid for a short while turning around again. Almost as suddenly as it had awoken, it swayed on the spot, staggering and holding it's head in one hand. "Man... what a headache..." were the first words the Reploid spoke, it's deep, gruff voice identifying it as male. Closing his eyes for a moment, Cobalt took a few seconds to steady himself, when he noticed the black-armoured Reploid. Raising an arm, he pointed at the other, tilting his head to one side. "Who are you? And where are we? And what's with this headache, ARGH!" he said, clapping his free hand to his armored head again. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Mar 21 2008, 09:42 AM Post #8 |
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"You've only just awoken from you slumber..." The Black Reploid said as he slowly approached the now-awake reploid. "I am Shadow Commando, and I am a...liason for you. However, as you can tell from the alarms, the facility is evacuating. In addition, my employer--and hopefully yours as well--wishes to speak to you." Commando said, taking on a friendly, if serious, face. "If you wish, you can lean on me until we make our escape." |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 21 2008, 03:22 PM Post #9 |
Everbody funny... now you funny too.
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(OOC: Okay, so I have to confess to having not quite figured out exactly what I'm going to do here. I have a few ideas, but that's all they are. So until I get that straightened out, I showcase my talent for random but hopefully interesting filler.) Campus of MIT Boston, Massachusetts March 20, 2008 Tom tried his best to listen as Professor McBride droned on and on about the laws of thermodynamics, but like most of his fellow students in the lecture hall, he found concentrating on this man to be too tall a task for mere mortals. It wasn't that the professor was a bad teacher. In fact, he was a uniquely brilliant individual. The problem was that the Lord had not seen it fit to bless this man with charisma, or even any sort of personality. And this was a Tuesday-Thursday class, which meant it went on for an hour and a half, so sitting through his lectures was truly a test of human endurance. So rather than torture himself by listening to the professor, Tom busied himself by sketching in his notebook. He wasn't worried about missing out on important information. He'd already done the reading for today, as well as all the ones for next week. Tom Light was an excellent student, and at age 19, already recognized as a genius, the primary reason why he got a full MIT scholarship. And besides, he already knew most of what the professor was discussing inside and out. So he didn't think it would hurt him if he checked out for a few minutes. The sketch he was currently working on was of a robot. Tom was fascinated by robots, a love that had gripped him since he was a kid. He studied them on the internet, consumed every piece of scientific literature on the subject he could get his hands on, and was about halfway through the complete works of Issac Asimov (by the time he earned his PhD, he would have read every word the Great Author had ever written). He hoped to study robotics one day, and he was already plotting out the ideas that, little did he know, would one day revolutionize the industry. This particular robot he was drawing was a humanoid, the kind of thing you would only see in science fiction. It was a police/military robot, the kind that would perform those tasks of which the cost in human lives would outweigh any potential benefits. The way Tom had drawn him, he very much resembled a comic book superhero, spandex and all. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he had been inspired by his favorite comics, and therefore used those visual techniques in his sketch. Of course, Tom didn't think of the simple suit as spandex, but rather it was to be armor plating. It was only a sketch, after all. The robot's helmet was an interesting story in and of itself. His father was not only a Michigan alum, but played defensive tackle on the football team. Needless to say he was disappointed when his son had chosen Boston over Ann Arbor as his educational destination, but Wolverine Football still loomed large in Tom's life. So he based the helmet off the iconic design of the Michigan football helmets. It wasn't exactly like it, but it was clear where his inspiration had come from. He added a dark visor too, though that was mostly because he really wasn't very good at drawing eyes. They always ended up out of proportion, or otherwise looking very wrong, so a visor seemed like an easy way around that. Indeed, Tom found inspiration nearly everywhere around him. The robot's primary weapon, for example, was inspired by his roommate's favorite video game series, Metroid. The main character in that series had as her main weapon an energy cannon on her arm. Tom thought that idea was quite unique, so he decided to use it. It was probably more viable on a robot than a person anyway. Then, as a finishing touch, he gave his robot a scarf, for no other reason than it looked cool flying behind him like a cape. "Any questions?" Professor McBride said, addressing the lecture hall full of glassy-eyed students who were just counting the hours until the bell rang. Nobody raised their hand, and the prof went on with his soul-crushing lecture. Barack Obama he was not. For his part, Tom continued doodling. He flipped the pages of his notebook until he came upon another of his favorite sketches. This one was of a microprocessor, a dream more immediately attainable than his superhero robot, under which he had just scribbled the tentative name "Protoman." His processor sketch, however, was more than just a drawing. It was a blueprint, complete with technical specifications that he was already convinced would work. He was also convinced that this processor was his meal ticket. And he was right. It was what would get him a job at Intel right out of grad school. And it was the precursor to the invention that would be his greatest legacy. The bell rang, and it was like rats fleeing a sinking ship. Tom shut his notebook and joined the student exodus from the lecture hall, but not before hastily scribbling a single letter underneath his processor sketch. "X" |
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| ~Kid Hunter~ | Mar 21 2008, 06:22 PM Post #10 |
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Axl got up to his feet and rubbed the back of his helmet. "Hehe.... sorry Zero." He said with a smile. Zero is a red armored reploid with a helmet that has small horns. His long blonde hair sprouted out of the back of the helmet. He's one of the top hunters in HQ, skilled with his weapon, the Z-Saber. Axl had great respect for him, since he was like a big hero to him before he joined the Hunters. The blue reploid was none other than Megaman X. He was, no doubt, THE best Maverick(Irregular) Hunter out of all of them. He is a good friend of Zero, and a reliable parnter during a hunt. His power is unmatched by all. He even has the ability to copy certain reploids, mainly Mavericks he defeats, and uses it against them. How this ability works is still a mystery, as well as his history. Not one Reploid knows of X's past, neither Zero's. Even to this day, no one has found out about their origins. The only one that knows of their past is the recently deceased Dr. Cain. Axl followed his two companions to the room Signas was standing in. The communication reploids were working hastily, even faster than what Alia can do. "Commander Signas, what's going on?" Axl asked his superior officer. ----------------- Somewhere deep below the surface, there is a room with flickering likes and destroyed monitors. Wires were hanging in a disorderly position and dust filled the place. Inside lay two capsules. The dust made it hard to see what inside them, and the darkness even harder. But on the wall next to the capsules was a large letter. "W" Edited by Kid Hunter, Mar 21 2008, 06:27 PM.
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