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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 19 2008, 11:49 PM (1,317 Views) | |
| ~Gate~ | Jan 19 2008, 11:49 PM Post #1 |
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G.A.T.E.
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Peace and war. they are inseparable parts of society, forever woven into its fabric as an essential piece that allows us to choose how we live. they has almost always existed since the beginning of time, an eternal pendulum swinging back and forth and defining history. Peace, while it is an essential thing we strive for. we are not in a time of peace. war has gripped the human race like an evil plague, consuming our worlds with fear and death. Like always before, the return to peace is slow, painful, and its crawling pace does not save what we love. even in this futuristic age of glorious technology, all we have done is come up with more complicated ways of "humanely" killing enemies. But what would you say if i told you that it was possible to do miracles for mankind. what if i said that you could somehow change the universe to stop hatred, spread peace, and rid the galaxy of bloodshed? what if i told you i could even stop death? Yes, it sounds blasphemous but it is true. although the secrets of such miracles and changes are difficult, it is not the procedure itself that is the real threat. it is not a matter of if it can be done, it is a matter of why it would be done, and the consequences if it ever came to fruition. I guess the real question is, do you know what would happen if it did come to pass? my name is meaningless. I am known as the first of my kind, and it is I who know the path to perfect peace and long life for all. it is I who know its dirty little secret. Do you want to know it? do you want to know how something considered good can suddenly be turned into evil, how light can become shadow, how a lack of wisdom and an overabundance of justification can cost us so much? If so....then listen, and listen well, for this is the beginning of the story of Eden. a story that began with a not-so-epic and poorly written message sent out to a select few... ---------------------------------------------------- RECEVING MESSAGE.... Sender: ARMAGEN INDUSTRIES R.E.A.D (Reverse Engineering Administrative Division) CONTRACT CONTRACT IDENTIFICATION #:UNASSIGNED REWARD/SALARY: Salary-Based contract, approx 5-10,000 Credits weekly along with stipend of 2,000 credits weekly for "needs" ASSIGNMENT: General Security Staff/Assistant, Clearance level 3. this was chosen on your startling and excellent good work in the field of [Subject's Field Here] Hello, [Subject Name Here]! greetings and salutations from Armagen! first off, we would like to thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule in order to read this job offer. we know you have a busy and unpredictable schedule thanks to your work in [Subject's Job Here], but we at Armagen wanted to offer you an exciting new job in the field of [Subject's Job Here] in the employment of our wonderful company! You see, we have recently opened up a new compound on the planet of Ozma-4, and are searching for workers in the field of [Subjects Job Here]. you have been selected from a large pool of applicants for a high-class, high-value job in your field at our wondrous facility! The details of your job will be explained on-site by your preselected Security administrative officer, Gene Volsung Harris , who will be in charge of both your safety and various other tasks during your stay at the compound. Of course, this is all speculation and is assuming you accept. if you are interested in the job, please join us for interviews and a complimentary tour of the compound on a date to be later specified. or, if you do accept now and mail in the resume to be processed, and show up for the same said tour. thank you, and we hope to see you soon! -William E. Long, Recruiting Division of the Pandora compound- ----------------------------------------------------------- -10:20 AM, Pandora compound on southern continent of Ozma-4, day 234, Caduceus housing complex- A ringing sound echoed throughout the dark, messy employee apartment 3120 of the caduceus housing complex of the Prometheus complex. The apartment itself was a total mess: everything was chaotic, with books strewn across the apartment, several unloaded firearms belonging to the security force, clothing of various kinds... "ugh, why the hell did i set the alarm so early? its Saturday, isn't it? damn snooze button doesn't last very long." A male voice whispered as the alarm was shut off by powerful hand slamming down on the clock for the third time that hour. the sound of shuffling sheets and blankets then filled the room, their soft sounds trying to comfort the rooms occupant back to sleep... or, as it would be, occupants. "Aw...its Saturday, you can wait a little bit, cant you?" a sweet female voice spread through the small apartment, the sound of rustling blankets continued. it was apparent the man, who was a part of the security detail, was not alone. "stay for just another hour sweetheart, i promise you it will be worth it..." "wait, wasn't today the day...." the sound of rustling blankets as apparently the male sat up, thinking and prying into his mind about why he would have set his alarm so early.. "Just hit the snooze button, lie back down and we-. "OH ****!!! The man hissed, the sound of rustling blankets was immediately replaced with the sound of cacophonous tripping and rustling throughout the apartment. the lights clicked on as the man ran around the apartment, gathering up his clothing that had been carelessly discarded in the romance of the prior night. the attractive woman, who still remained in what now appeared to be a large cot instead of a bed, was momentarily struck by the sudden increase in the light level. "Gene, why the hell are you freaking out so suddenly?" the surprised woman said, remaining in the comfort of the cot. "Some people are arriving today...I'm supposed to give them a security-escort tour of the compound since tomorrow their joining the workforce. that and I'm on translation duty along with security in the Delta-section today. how the heck did i get so careless?" "I guess I'm just that good.." Gene shot the woman a sort of smiling chuckle. that was his talent, being completely smiles and joking in the most serious situation. "I'm so sorry..." "its fine, really, i just gotta get to the security-center outside the alpha complex and edit the punch in history and they wont know the difference. then its just a hop, skip and tram-ride away from the Alpha compound starport. Gotta go, ill meet up with ya in a few days if you've got some free time." "Gene, i'm being transfered off the planet today, My contracts up in a few hours , ill be getting paid and flown back home to Ozma-7." "Oh...i see. well then, i guess ill have to come visit sometime. Adios, beautiful." With that, Gene finished up gathering his things and proceeded to exit the room with some haste, obviously heading out on his way to work. "Oh Gene...you womanizer." ------------------------------ -10:40 AM, Pandora compound on southern continent of Ozma-4, day 234, Primary Security Station of Alpha complex- "Gene Harris, Reporting in" The scanner outside the Security Station proceeded to scan the voice pattern of Gene as he waited to enter, gear up, and head out to the hanger and get to work, but not before messing with the computer system and getting himself out of trouble. Ive been late over twenty minutes four times this month, one more time and there is a good chance they'll comp my pay...why the hell did i choose the earlier shifts over the later ones when i started? why didn't i realize that the comfort of a woman would be something you need a whole evening and morning to appreciate? jeez...dating sure is hard, and finding the right one is even harder when you know what to look for. ah well, guess if i'm careful I have a much better chance of finding the right one... "VOICE PATTERN ACCURATE, ACCESS ALLOWED. WELCOME TO THE PRIMARY SECURITY STATION OF THE ALPHA COMPLEX, GENE HARRIS." The computerized male voice beeped monotonously. "REMEMBER, YOU ARE TO REPORT TO ALPHA COMPOUND PRIVATE HANGER 7 FOR TOUR/ORIENTATION DUTY TODAY." "Thanks, Eddy, ill remember that." Gene said as he hurried inside. The security station looked exactly like any sort of official military station should: organized, clean, neat, well lit and extremely computerized. large numbers of gun racks lined one of the long walls of the rectangular security station. Gene hurried to his goal on the opposing wall of the entrance: a large computer terminal for the Ever-so-strict Eddy AI program." "hey buuuuuuuuudyyyyyyyy". Gene said in a quirky yet sweet voice as he neared the terminal and started typing on the holographic keyboard in front of it "hey, you mind if i mess around with the timeclock program for a little bit? i'm sure you wont mind so ill just take the liberty of cracking the security protocols for a second then ill send you happily on your way." "GENE, THIS IS YOUR FIFTH LATE PUNCH IN THIS MONTH, THE ADMINISTRATOR WILL BE-" bzzzzzzzt "GRACIAS POR EL GRANDE BURRITO DEL CHEESEY" "Whoops, wrong command line.." bzzzzzzzt "ONE 20 OUNCE PACKAGE CAKE MIX. TWELEVE WHOLE EGGS, SHELL INCLUDED. TWENTY TABLESPOONS RUBAR, ON FIRE. FISH-SHAPED CRACKERS" "ugh...." BZZZZZT "WE WILL, WE WILL, ROCK Y-" "Like hell you will!!" BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT "....THANK YOU FOR BEING ON TIME ONCE AGAIN, GENE, PLEASE CONTINUE YOUR EXTREMELY SEXY STREAK OF BEING ON TIME." "Well, the voice has change to female, and its deep and soothing....its different, but i like it better this way. ill leave it like this until the tech geeks fix it and overlook the change in the records. job well done!!" gene enthusiastically whispered, doing a little bit of a C-walk victory dance. "Now, all i gotta do is head down to the hanger after i gear up and-" "Jeez, Gene, you really royally screwed up that comp, eh?" another voice, apparently male, said. it sounded like it came from the security door Gene had just come through. Gene turned in horror and suddenly saw one of his bosses at the door. "S-Sargent Walters!! I-I-I-" "Relax Gene. here are your orders: gear up, get going. the only reason ill overlooking this is because your a good friend...and this is going to make one hell of a story on poker night." "Y-Yes sir!" The next few minutes in the security center were dead silent as Gene geared up, ordered a tram for transport to the hanger, and watched Sargent Walters laugh VERY hard as he listened to and erased the security recordings for his good friend. ----------------------------------------------------- -11:00 AM, Pandora compound on southern continent of Ozma-4, day 234, Alpha compound private hanger 7- The sun was rising over the mountains in the horizon and the wind was blowing calmly as Gene stepped foot into the hanger, whose large bulkhead doors were wide open. The hanger was immaculate and organized: ready for the arrival of a number of privately-owned ships of the contracted individuals to come in today. Gene was dressed like any respectable armed security officer: wearing light, sleek armor extremely reminiscent of the famous Spartan MJOLNIR class armor of the long, forgotten past, he stood confidently near the doorway out of the hanger. His medium length slightly-spiked brown hair gently caressed by the wind, his perfectly-fitting square framed glasses reflected the sunlight of the beautiful rising sun of Ozma-7. Armed with a holstered knife on his left shoulder, a powerful-looking plasma-based pistol holstered on his waist and a respectable-looking M60 Assault Rifle on his back (think halo). Along with his Custom Tactical headset, Gate looked ready for war....or, in the case of the Pandora complex,stopping bickering scientists from throwing hot bean burritos at each other in frustration during lunch. The timing of Genes arrival was perfect: not early, not late. The hanger was ready and waiting for those who had accepted the companies tour or job offer, and he was ready for another day on the job. little did he suspect the meaning of this day in his life... ((okay, done! ill edit it later and look for grammatical mistakes. sorry for the delay! also, if ya wanna join, just say you were one of the few who got the message near the start of the post from armagen.)) Edited by Gate, Jan 21 2008, 07:29 PM.
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"Love, in its many forms, is life's greatest gift. Its the one worth fighting for. I died for it once...and even though it didn't turn out so well for me, looking back, I wouldn't have done anything differently." -Terron Xennoth- | |
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| +Aiko+ | Jan 20 2008, 06:20 PM Post #2 |
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Roffel House!
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Edward Costaldo was extremely excited to be part of such a huge project. At only 16, he was the youngest member of the hodge podge of employees Armagen was able to assemble. While he was too young to be hired normally, Armagen wasn’t exactly government sponsored, so they didn’t follow the same regulations as the rest of Federation space. However, had the Feds knew just how talented Ed was, they probably would have made an exception and added him to their roster. A rather lanky kid strode out of the shuttle, clutching a small backpack filled with his most precious belongings (a laptop, an old school Gameboy, and an old, beat up copy of David Weber’s classical science fiction book Mutineer’s Moon). He looked around with the awe of a kid on Christmas day at his surroundings. He stopped at the bottom of the ramp and soaked everything in, people grumbling as they had to move around him to get by. He quickly apologized and move to the side, but his childish staring didn’t stop. “Wow, this place is so cool!” he exclaimed. Ed didn’t have a resume or curriculum vitae, or even a college degree, yet anyone who knew anything about security systems knew the kid. At age 8 he hacked into the main Federation Internal Security Agency. He was never caught, because he was slipperier than a fish, but the computer expert community was small enough to know exactly who did it. For Armagen, he was the perfect candidate. He was smart, quick, and most importantly, cheap. Ed didn’t care what kind of income he made, since he had no expenses. He had no family, no home, and nothing other than the equipment in his pack. He was here merely for the fun of it, and Armagen was going to make sure it remained fun to keep him there. The archeologists and other scientists on the shuttle weren’t aware of this, however. They thought Ed was merely the son of one of shuttle pilots. That suited Ed just fine, since it made things less awkward. Ed looked around at the rather light security guards that were posted at various, strategic locations around the hanger. He nodded, immensely pleased. They were unobtrusive yet effectively deployed. Someone here knew what he was doing. He walked up to the nearest guard with a wild grin taking up his whole face. “Hi! My name’s Ed! I’m supposed to be with you guys, so where do you want me to be?” |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 22 2008, 10:19 PM Post #3 |
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Clockwork Master
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Of the many people that had come on the ship, there was one particular alien geologist (Who had some knowledge on volcanoes as well) that was almost like every other human, and could nearly blend in with the rest of the crowd. However, one particular part of the alien's body could occasionally catch one's eye, and that was the fact that he had foxy ears. There was also the matter some small canine teeth, though the rest of his mouth was pretty much normal. He was a Yanepen, who looked to be around the average size and build of a human, and looking around the human age his twenties (And that was quite close to his true age). His hair was short, chestnut brown, and had green eyes which almost always showed what his mood was like. Currently, his eyes were showing his lack of patience. Coney Kan'e patience had worn thin through out his career. Originally, he was quite enthusiastic about what he was doing, and the many minerals he got his hands on. Some of his associates called him a little obsessive about the many samples of stones that he kept at his home. There were almost an infinite library o stones and mineral types, as well as some unknown, and it was really nice to go with other people, in a natural expanse, and study. Trouble was that he was a freelance geologist. He didn't like the idea of working under a long-term contract, because that sort of business was complicated and who knew how you could be screwed over. Being a freelancer also meant a lot more freedom, which was what he wanted, although there a group that he occasionally did his work with. The draw back was that your pay wasn't always consistent, and he felt like one of those bounty hunters having trouble trying to find a good bounty. You needed money to keep aloft in this universe, and though Coney disliked the "pay up" deal of his career, he knew it was life. Everyone had to deal with. Although his first few runs had been good, things were now getting tighter. There was also the matter that some of his latest jobs had been oddly boring. There had been nothing interesting; they were like what a person would consider "recon checks." He would be just sent down to identify some minerals he had already seen on smitzo boring place. Yet, as he rolled a very special object around in his pockets, he was reminded of that one recent moment when his old team had called him away for a neat job. The team not only focused on geology, but archeology as well, and the two categories often went well with one another because one could identify the material and minerals used on the located architect. In this case, the team was enthusiastic in investigating the ruins of an alien outpost. The xenomorphs in question, from what certain members of his team could tell, they were an insect-like race that relied on thermal energy as a kind of sustenance. While enjoying the good 'ol times, Coney had stumbled upon a rather unique gem stone that didn't match anywhere in the database. It was rather small, good enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and hide it from view with his entire hand clenched around it. The stone itself was that near the shape of an egg, though rather than a completely smooth surface, it was more angular. It was of an odd dark green color; but what was most special about was how it shined. Often it reflected light like most normal gem, but there were times that, even without moving it, light could be occasionally seen brimming off the angles. Even in darker areas it did this, and this light phenomenon made it look almost alive. Holding it in his hand brought back memories as a child when he still held his lucky amethyst - he had been lucky enough to stumble upon both stones. Yet, later on, he lost that amethyst due to his own childish antics (Using it as sling shot ammo had been a one of his brightest ideas, though it seemed to be during the time). Sure, he could probably by a new, but all stones could be chipped differently, and that wouldn't have made him feel he had his. Because of this, and his friend knowing he'd probably be begging to keep it anyway (They always chuckled at this in a friendly manner). So they let him keep it to his glee, which also allowed him to study the odd shining properties. Unfortunately, Coney hadn't been able to yield much; at least about the stones properties itself. There was one moment when he had squeezed it tight in one hand, and all of a sudden this weird but brief sensation had entered his body. It was like the stone itself had emitted this soft, yet tingly shockwave into his hand that sensation crawled all the way from his hand to his brain in a matter of moments. However, though it had been weird, Coney had taken it as his brain playing tricks on him, or a nerve that he had accidentally struck in his hand with the stone. He had also taken the brief nausea as a coincidence, though he had never truly thrown up - Coney had a really strong stomach. It was shortly after that he went to Armagen for some possibly big pay. He had no idea what an industries like that would need with geologist, but whatever the case, he need the money. At the very, he could be in for an interesting one. Unlike the Wonder Nerd who seemed to be gawking at the place like he was a kid in a toy store, Coney was not enthusiastic in seeing the place. In fact, it gave him the nagging suspicion that whatever job he was going to do, it would most likely be done inside. He preferred to do things outside. Oh well, he thought, might as well get this over with. He heaved up his equipment and came over to the guy who the Wonder Nerd was talking to (At least he assumed the kid was some Wonder Nerd). "Ahem, the name's Coney Kan'e. Freelance geologist," he greeted the guy in armor that Wonder Nerd had also greeted. The tone of his voice was in large contrast with that of the other kid. (OOC: 10 points goes to whoever can tell me the bug race that I'm referring too. Brownie points to those who can at least guess the game they're from XD) Edited by CEMP, Jan 22 2008, 10:32 PM.
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Gate~ | Jan 23 2008, 02:22 AM Post #4 |
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G.A.T.E.
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As Gene began glancing around the hanger, he noticed that the activity had increased nearly several times in the past few minutes: the hustle and bustle of the activity filling the air with the cacophonous sound of human life and activity. So much so that Gene found it difficult to spot the people he was looking for. according to the information provided by the administrative division, Gene was looking for several particular individuals, whose personal information he had received through the wonderful intelligence division of Armagen actively researching its candidates. It took Gene about thirty seconds to spot two individuals who he was quite sure were the people he was looking for: the first was a rather lanky teenager who hurried off one of the ships in the eagerness expected of a boyscout going for his eagle badge. the second individual was considerably easier to spot if you knew what to look for (namely, fox ears) and Gene spotted him almost the instant he got off the transport ship: Edward Costaldo and Coney Kan'e respectively. The crowds thick and bustling, Gene would have to wait a minute for them to clear before he went and picked up the two individuals. unfortunately, the two men that stepped off the ship happened to walk to the nearest security guard who was on duty...Namely, one of the security guards who was not in a good mood due to the earlier antics of the security AI Eddy. that, however, is a whole different story for a whole different time. “Hi! My name’s Ed! I’m supposed to be with you guys, so where do you want me to be?” His head disguised behind an advanced-looking helmet, the guard turned and faced the young teenage boy. you couldn't see it through the helmet, but the guard did not look happy to be bothered with such a general question. "What do i look like, an administrator or something? go find someone else to babysit ya kid, i'm busy." The guard barely got finished with his statement before another individual walked up and spoke to him. "Ahem, the name's Coney Kan'e. Freelance geologist," The guard groaned with a sense of frustration. now he had ANOTHER annoying individual bothering him. The annoyed guard, already at the breaking point, got very angry. "Look, my job isn't to direct you freaks to wherever the heck your supposed to go is, there are much stupider and less useful guys to do that so either get moving and look for him like normal people or-" "Or what, Brandon?" the voice came from behind the security guard, apparently from nowhere, or what appeared to be nothing but a strange distortion in the air. several seconds later, the distortion slowly faded away, revealing the large, armored form of Gene. the reason why he had activated a cloaking device a complete mystery at the time. "G-Gene?! your not supposed to activate your cloak around here, thats against regulations!!" "Like your going to tell? not only did you hassle new employees, but you also threatened them, i think the administration would be a hell of a lot more concerned about that. not only that, but I outrank you, and they will too once I register them. they're high class workers here." "if they are so "high-class" then why did they arrive on a cargo ship?" "Don't be a smart@$$, Brandon, or ill put you on Tribunal Duty for a month. now get going." Brandon remained silent and motionless, but it was easy to tell he was extremely frustrated with the current situation. a tense moument of silence passed as Brandon glared at Gene through his helmet, apparently trying to size up the glasses-wearing security-officer. "that wasn't a suggestion, Brandon. Move. now." he hissed. The annoyed armored soldier muttered a few profanities under his breath before he walked around Gene and went back on his patrol. Gene, finally managing to have dealt with the situation in his own sort of aggressive fashion, then turned his attention to the two other individuals who he finally manged to get in contact with. "I'm sorry about that guy. He's as thick as a sheegoth's shell and as stupid as a shriekbat, not to mention his obviously extremely charming personality" Gene sighed with some sarcasm made about the last remark. "I apologize for the delay and my lack of manners. The name's Gene. Gene Harris. I'm one of the primary security officers of the Pandora complex and ill be your guide/assigned security officer for the extent of your stay here, whether its for the tour or for your time here. if you need anything or have any questions, just ask. now is the best time since we're going to have to wait here for a second, since i think ill also be picking up one or two or more people in the hanger." Gene stated in a friendly manner, reaching out his armored left hand to shake his newfound comrades while figuritively scratching the back of his head in embarrassment with his armored right hand. Edited by Gate, Jan 23 2008, 02:24 AM.
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"Love, in its many forms, is life's greatest gift. Its the one worth fighting for. I died for it once...and even though it didn't turn out so well for me, looking back, I wouldn't have done anything differently." -Terron Xennoth- | |
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| ~beflexor~ | Jan 24 2008, 05:48 PM Post #5 |
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I just _____ in the _____.
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Sand. Sand was everywhere. Squirt reached a hand down and picked up a handful, letting it slip between her fingers. She was surprised that she had her ten year-old fingers. It wasn't often that she chose her younger form anymore, even in the virtual world. The only thing that managed to break up the ocean of endless dry terrain was an occasinal piece of jagged, rusted metal. It came in all kinds of sizes and chunks, sticking out like flowers in a garden. She couldn't remember coming here. Had someone taken her here while she was busy with something? It was entirely possible b- Her thoughts were inturrupted as she felt someone reach through her backside and pull something out. Something she needed, something everyone needed, very much. Squirt pitched forward and landed facedown, feeling herself fading, dying... ~ The GI flailed around, smashing her hand against a wall in the process as she became aware of her true surroundings. Her body seemed to be requring more oxygen than usual, so she complied by breathing heavily, though she couldn't see why considering she had been stationary for some time. Squirt looked around the bedroom of the small ship. Had she been asleep? Truly, justifiably asleep? It wasn't possible it wasn't...probably anyway. In the fifteen years she'd had a pysical body, it hadn't needed sleep once. Still, how could she be dreaming otherwise? She shook the idea off and began to examing her hand. It looked like there was a misshapen bone, at least, people would easily mistake it for a bone. She took hold of it with the thumb and index fingers of her free hand and slid it back into its rightful place. In the real world, Squirt had a roughly twenty year-old body, unaged since the day it was created. She had eerily flawless skin and long, dark green hair that changed into a dark purple as it flowed down to her back. She pulled it up into a ponytail, the style she preferred, and headed for the dresser. There was only one drawer full, and it contained a collection of skimpy outfits that didn't leave much to the imagination. As much as Adam would probably be appalled, he didn't have to actually wear the damn stuff. Still, it would be polite to arrive in something more suitable. She pulled out a loose, white pant and shirt combo. When she bought them the shopkeeper had looked at her oddly. White was a color people didn't wear often, even for formal events. Squirt's theory was that space was too dark, and that white would contrast against the rest of the universe. Unlike other people though, she liked white. White was the color of a virtual room waiting to be imagined, it was the color of a sheet of paper ready to contain the works of a great writer, it was the color of creation. It was the color of Soulsparks. Squirt knew, she'd seen them on many occasions. She'd seen them, redirected them, even destroyed a couple, an action that she had mixed feelings about, because, while it was a sinister thing to do, only she had the power to do it, sometimes it had very strange results. ...like Echo. Now wasn't the time for getting lost in thought, there were people probably staring at her small ship, wondering why it had landed and no one came out. She slipped on her white clothes and stepped out into the hangar. It looks like some people were already there, and being introduced. Squirt didn't think she had been a target of the message to people, afterall, why would they 'offer you an exciting new job in the field of Manga Reading'? The message had probably been meant for someone else, when it made its way to her. Of course, being part virus also meant that it had been screwed up, hence the need for a Manga Reader. "Stay focused" she breathed to herself. "You're just here to explain what happened. Don't get caught up in what they're selling or whatever." She then looked up from her feet and smiled at the group of three men that seemed to be introducing themselves. "Hello" she decided to start with. "My name is Spurious...Winters. Spurious Winters. I got some sort of message." She looked over at Coney, admiring his ears. They were probably fuzzy, she wanted to reach out and touch them. Fuzzy wasn't something she got to sense often, but she had also learned that the five human senses were a privilage, not a right, especially when it came to touch. ...or taste. |
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| ~Gate~ | Jan 24 2008, 08:43 PM Post #6 |
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G.A.T.E.
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Gene had just finished his introduction when he heard the gentle, soft voice of a woman speak up behind him. "Hello" she decided to start with. "My name is Spurious...Winters. Spurious Winters. I got some sort of message." the young woman said. she appeared to be around twenty years of age, wearing loose, white clothing. her skin was tauntingly perfect, it looked so incredibly smooth. her hair was unusual, Dark Green on her head changing to a soothing purple near its ends, held up in and dropping down into a long, lush ponytail. For the first time in a long time, Gene was intimidated by a beautiful woman's looks. This in itself should have been something of an event in his life. "Hello, My name is Spurious...Winters. Spurious Winters. I got some sort of message." She started. It took Gene a second to process the woman's request. It was not difficult to tell that he was staring. "H-hello. ah, yes, the message...about that. ill be your guide today, and ill give you a free tour of the compound if you like. that is my job after all." Gene stated in a rather formal, yet obviously nervous manner. this woman was beautiful...almost too beautiful. Also, why did the name winters sound so familiar? he knew no one by the name, but he could swear he heard it somewhere before. Watching her eyes, Gene slowly began to realize she did not even glance at him yet, instead she was staring at Kan'e's ears. she seemed almost transfixed on them. she seemed almost calmed by them...like she wanted to just cling to the young yanepen and feel the furry ears. at least, thats what Gene thought when he saw women get that sort of either A. Cute or B. stoic look in their eyes. Gene decided to let the group interact for a second before he hurried everyone along for the tour. it was a new group, and they would be together for awhile as they toured the compound, so there was no use making everyone mad at him by rushing them. that, and it gave him some more time to look at this seemingly enchantingly beautiful woman and figure out why she seemed so familiar, and what made him so wary of her. Edited by Gate, Jan 24 2008, 09:22 PM.
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"Love, in its many forms, is life's greatest gift. Its the one worth fighting for. I died for it once...and even though it didn't turn out so well for me, looking back, I wouldn't have done anything differently." -Terron Xennoth- | |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Jan 24 2008, 08:58 PM Post #7 |
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BURMA
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"Thorn, come look at this..." In a small ship wandering the reaches of space were two individuals, completely human in appearance. Well, other than the one's hair-like tendrils flowing from her scalp to the ship's navicomputer. Data flowed in front of her eyes, in her mind. In that data was a message, one that they had accidentally intercepted, apparently. "The first part of the message is hazy," The female said. "Wait... hold on. It's probing our networks. Looking for something. I have it contained." "Good," the male said. "I think we both remember what happened last time you got infected with a virus." "Oh Gods, don't remind me..." "All of that ruckus on the ship's hull, and that horribly vulgar song..." The girl's flawless skin began to turn light red. "Thorn!! Y-you said you made that part about the song up..." The boy, Thorn, smiled,scratching the side of his face. "Whatever helps you go to sleep easier, Rose..." "THORN!!" She turned around and swung at her friend. He jumped back and giggled. "If I wasn't merged with the ship right now," Rose bellowed, "ooooooooh, you would get it." "Okay, okay, I get it, revenge upon you, blah blah blah, back to the message. You contained it already, what's it say?" "Hold on, I'll load it up." There was a series of clicks from the ship's computer as the message loaded up on the screen.
"..." The two stared at the monitor for a few seconds before Thorn spoke up. "So... what's all this about 'Odds and Ends?'" "Oh, that's what the ship registers as our professions," she replied. "You know, since we can't really put 'Android Escapees.'" "How do you think it figured out we were Androids anyways?" "It must have pulled all of that data from the ship's computer," Rose said thoughtfully. "That would explain why it was probing our networks." They both became quiet again, before Thorn broke the silence. "I think we should go check it out." "So do I," Rose replied. "I'm gonna run a diagnostic on the ship, make sure nothing was planted. NOT gonna be singing any more vulgar songs, as much as you would like otherwise." "Hey! You would have laughed too," Thorn quipped in a defensive tone. "But yeah, we should do this, I think. We're starting to low on credits from our... what was it? 'Odds and Ends?'" Rose nodded. "Yes. 'Odds and Ends. Now go get some clothes on, you look horrible." Thorn sighed. "Yes, mother, your wish is my command." With that, he walked out of the room and into his own. A few seconds later, there was a crash from there, followed by a shout: "Waaaaaaaugh!! Gweh, I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry about me!" Rose smiled and shook her head as she continued manipulating the navicomputer in front of her. "Boys..." ================================================= "Alright, there it is," Rose said aloud. Ozma-4, new Armagen Industries location. I'm gonna touch down in a couple seconds." The small gray ship embraced the ground near two other ships, one that looked like a cargo ship, and the other another personal craft. "Well," Thorn said, draped in khaki pants and a brown shirt, "time to go flaunt our skills with 'Odds and Ends...'" Rose shoved him lightly. "Will you shut up about that! You're getting annoying." She was dressed in a matching set of khaki pants, but with a little darker brown shirt that fit her snugly. "If you want," Thorn quipped with a grin, "I can sing something a little more... vulgar..." He laughed as she shoved him again. The laughing stopped abruptly once he landed face-first outside the ship. He was apparently closer to the exit than he thought. "Okay, Jesus, I'll stop. Sheesh... So, who are we looking for here?" "One Gene Volsung Harris. I think that's him, over there." They walked over to the gathering crowd of people, Thorn muttering to himself as he walked. "Nuhhh... human, human, human..." He muttered, looking at each of the people grouped up. He stopped at the last one though. She looked... odd. "Hrmmm..." "Not Human..." Thorn nudged Rose quickly and whispered in her ear. "Hey, look at the last person there, that one, on the outside of the group? Tell me whatcha see." She squinted as she looked closely at the woman. She was apparently transfixed on one of the other's fuzzy ears. "I see a shitload of cybernetics, that's what. Hard not to recognize. She's not human..." Thorn found himself staring at her as he said "Although, she's not bad to look at..." "THORN!!" Rose hissed as she elbowed him in the gut. They both stood straighter when they reached the group. They talked to Gene first, Rose starting. Thorn stood behind her, silent. "Hey, we got this message about a job opportunity here. From the looks of it," she said, glancing around, "we're in the right place." ((These are my Android Characters, Rose and Thorn. I am posting their Bio's in my Character Section now.)) Edited by Metamyth, Jan 31 2008, 09:12 PM.
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| +Aiko+ | Jan 31 2008, 06:47 PM Post #8 |
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Roffel House!
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Ed ran his free right hand through his spiky blue hair, silently watching as a weird guy with fox ears came up, then as the guard he was talking to got punished by another guard. As brilliant as Ed supposedly was, the strange social atmosphere confused him. “Hi Gene! I’m Ed! Pleased to meet yo---“ The words stopped as soon as a green haired woman walked up and introduced herself. Ed stared at the newcomer, his eyes as wide as a lemur’s. Slowly his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip began to shake. He looked like he was going to burst into tears at any moment, yet for some reason he didn’t. He didn’t say anything, he just watched Spurious with two big, innocent blue eyes. His whole body was frozen to the spot, although his arms moved slightly forward as if he wanted nothing more than to run up and embrace her. He couldn’t make a scene here though, so he gave Spurious one last, long, sad glance before walking away. (OOC: Sorry for the quickie, he’s just going to the next room until B gets her cameo finished. Then Gene can go fetch him. ^_^) |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 1 2008, 04:17 PM Post #9 |
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Native Son
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In the back of the shuttle, two people who had never meet before today sat beside each other, paying little attention to the other passengers. The man was about in his mid to late thirties, dressed simply in jeans, a green button-down shirt, and a jacket. Flecks of gray were scattered through his short-cropped sandy hair, and he had the overall look and demeanor of a solider. Or maybe a cop. Clean shaven, stony expression, and a healthy interest in his surroundings. He had introduced himself to the young woman sitting next to him as Derrick. The woman's name was Mika. She was younger than Derrick, about in her mid-twenties. Her attire was far more business-like than his. White blouse, black miniskirt that came down just above her knees, black shoes, and a pair of wire frame glasses that, rather than detract from her attractiveness, only seemed to enhance it. Her hair, in sharp contrast to her conservative clothes, was a deep, dark red, almost copper, with streaks of blonde and icy blue near the end. She had it loosely held back with a clip, but when let down it fell just above her shoulders. Tattoos on the undersides of her wrists also provided a nice counterpoint to her no-nonsense look. The shuttle landed, and one by one the passengers began filing out. Up ahead were the nerdy kid with the spiky hair and the guy with the furry, animal-like ears. Derrick and Mika brought up the rear, moving patiently as they waited to greet Gene Harris and be directed to their respective areas. ..............................
Derrick pondered the message he had received a few weeks back. He remembered thinking at the time that it was like a lifeline. Something he could grab onto and use to pull himself out of the gangster life he had fallen into. Once upon a time, Derrick Rhodes had been a respectable young bounty hunter. It had been a gambling debt that had originally forced him into the services of Savage Henry. Or more precisely, Jimmy Vega and Ronnie Black. They had meant to collect on the substantial sum that he owed, and if he didn't have they money they'd have killed him. However, another opportunity presented itself with the job offer that Derrick had gotten that very day. With his help (and Nick Scanlan doing most of the leg work) they collected the bounty and kept Derrick's contact info close at hand. Soon he began doing more work for Henry's crew, and it wasn't long before he became a de facto member of the gang. He still did his own thing apart from them. However, the stigma of being associated with such a disreputable cast of characters hurt his career, and by necessity he did the bulk of his work for the crew. Over the past few years, however, things had really gone to hell. The Feds were cracking down, and gang warfare had broken out. Most of the crew was either dead or in prison. Nick and Ronnie would likely never be free men again. Henry was in hiding, nowhere to be found. Teresa Black had taken over the gang, with her new husband Jimmy continuing to operate as second in command (because he wasn't Irish, he couldn't be the boss). A lot of people said that Jimmy had gone over the deep end. He just wasn't the same guy anymore. He'd killed a substantial chunk of the crew, either out of fear they would testify against him or because he felt they were a threat to his and Teresa's positions. He'd gone from being a cocky but overall nice guy with a nasty streak to one of the most vicious bastards Derrick had ever seen. Almost as if he was trying to out-savage Savage Henry. (As for Grace... no one had seen nor heard from her in years. They knew she was still out there though. A series of mysterious assassinations and high profile thefts with no evidence and fewer suspects all but confirmed that fact.) Which was why Derrick didn't even hesitate taking the job. If there was ever a time to get out, it was now. Though Jimmy seemed to like him, he feared for his won safety. Jimmy had liked Hawk Frisco too. And Victor, and Sully, and Bobby Loco. And they were all dead, either by his own hand or on his orders. Derrick wasn't about to join them. So he responded, told the fine folks at Armagen that they had themselves a brand new security officer. He informed Teresa of both the offer and his decision that same day. She was disappointed, but not angry. He was free do do as he wished though, she said, and so long as he didn't turn against them in one way or another he would be safe. He didn't one hundred percent accept that, but he acted like he did. Then he packed his bags and he was on his way to Ozma-4 He stepped out of the shuttle, wondering which one of these armored guys was Gene Harris. ..............................
Mika stepped off the shuttle right behind Derrick. The two of them had been mostly quiet during the ride. They'd made a bit of small talk, exchanged a quick smile here and there, perhaps even engaging in subtle flirtation. But it was an uneventful ride overall. The blue-eyed beauty scanned the crowd, looking for a Mr. Gene Harris, who would be giving the tour to the new recruits. Over her shoulder was slung a messenger bag, containing everything a young businesswoman needed for a day at the office. Laptop, phone/PDA (personal; she expected to be issued a business phone once she got settled in), a bound copy of her resume, pens, notepad, a case for her glasses, hairbrush, makeup kit, headphones, cigarettes, and a celebrity gossip magazine (with a cover story on Jessie Falcon's rumored new boyfriend). As she looked around the hangar, she heard a buzzing from inside of her bag. She dug out her phone and flipped it open. There was a fresh text message on the screen. From Mom, asking her if she had arrived safely. She responded immediately, saying yes, she was about to go inside. Of course, the person on the other end wasn't really her mother. Her mother had died three years ago. Putting her phone away, she once again studied the people around her. Derrick was still standing next to her, no doubt looking for Harris himself. An armored figure walked past, and she pulled him aside. "Excuse me," she said politely. "Hi. Could you tell me which one of these men is Gene Harris?" Edited by The Boss, Feb 2 2008, 11:23 AM.
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| ~Gate~ | Feb 3 2008, 01:01 AM Post #10 |
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G.A.T.E.
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"Excuse me," the woman said politely"Hi. Could you tell me which one of these men is Gene Harris?" The armored officer she asked sighed, then proceeded to point at Gene among his newfound comrades. "That lunatic over there with the fox-boy. watch it, though, hes slicker then oil and hes gets stuck on beautiful women like molasses. i hope you brought mace, or even better, a cattle-prod." the officer then proceeded to go back on patrol duty, chuckling to himself. hehehe, should be fun to see how Gene falls on his face, there is NO WAY shes going to play along with him. ------------------------------------------------------------ "Hey, we got this message about a job opportunity here. From the looks of it," Gate overheard a woman say "we're in the right place." "Indeed, if your here for the tour thats why i am here, m'lady, for you and your boyfriend." Gene said, a smirk growing on his face as he made the same smart remark he did to every duo that was male and female he met. too bad the woman was with the guy, made her much harder to "scout"... however, little did Gene realize that he was about to get a pleasant surprise in the form of Gene's favorite thing. Another beautiful woman. She was in her mid twenties. dressed business-like, the multi-color haired woman could not hide her attractiveness with her clothing. from the looks of it, one of the armored patrol officers was pointing Gene out to the young woman as well. Gene hardly noticed the man who seemed to accompany her. oh man.....i thought i was lucky this morning, guess i hit the jackpot, that chick is all 7s!! Gene kept his thoughts to himself as he began to talk to the other members of the group, waiting for the woman to draw closer before he made any sort of attempt to talk to her. "Ok everyone...get acquainted with each other until our transport arrives, it could be a few minutes, so i hope you don't mind your co-workers too much" Gene said in his regular cavalier tone. ((Okay, i'm just going to wait until everyone is ready before i take the next major step in the RP and get things moving, sorry if its going kinda slow, ill probably edit and add some stuff and fix some stuff in this post in the morning, since its kinda late here )) |
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