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M.e.c.h.
Topic Started: Aug 26 2009, 04:32 PM (24 Views)
Corbiskeith	Aug 26 2009, 04:32 PM Post #1
Kira vi Britannia Posts: 12 Group: Rookie Member #180 Joined: Aug 3, 2009 Preferred Internet Browser Firefox Blog Please insert the title of your blog	Okay, so I got the idea from Gundam. Due to the overflow of insanity inside myhead (that I just can't seem to get rid of >.< ), I'll be posting at least 4 more at some point :D Prologue Year 1700, X.X. Earth has expanded into new heights. Technology has given birth to a generation of humans living on colonies floating in the dark vacuum of space and even on the face of the rusted planet Mars itself. Year 1852, X.X. Mars has declared itself independent from Earth under the control of a madman named Barry Kaln. Kaln has declared Earth a detriment to the well-being of Mars and the rest of the colonies. Year 1853, X.X. Earth and Mars have engaged in an all-out war. The Earth forms the Defensive Federation of Earth to defend itself against the Martian threat. The colonies floating in space, now known as the “Watchers” remain neutral… But for how long? Year 1854, X.X. Earth and Mars have created specialized machines. These machines are humanoid in shape and are equipped with strong weapons of war. Some say these weapons are so powerful, they could wipe out a planet the size of Neptune with but a few full-power blasts. Year 1855, X.X. The Watchers have now become involved in the war out of fear that one side might gain the power of both machines. A dividing line is set which decrees which of the colonies will contribute for which side. Year 1857, X.X. The colonies create their own machines, calling them Mental Energy Consuming Humanoids or “M.E.C.H.s.” The colonies employed the usage of these “mechs” to destroy the weapons created by Earth and Mars. They succeed. Each weapon becomes buried under the surface of the respective planet for a vast number of years. Earth and Mars, angered by the actions of the colonies, come out with M.E.C.H.s of their own. Earth, Mars, and the colonies begin fighting one another. Year 1957, X.X. Earth and Mars are even with the amount of three M.E.C.H.s at hand. The colonies still have them outnumbered, with four M.E.C.H.s, one for each colony. Due to a lack of resources, no more will M.E.C.H.s be made, unless some miracle happens. Barry Kaln has died and a mask wearing man calling himself “Peace” now rules Mars. His objective is to “regain peaceful relations” between Earth, Mars, and the colonies. Peace intends to do so by conquering each adversary into submission. ChApTeR 1: Put me in “I’m very impressed with your work, Dr. Sullivan,” said a man in a black suit and tie. He was walking next to a man in a white coat in a very dark corridor, lit only by the glowing green light inside of gigantic capsules, where people seemed to be floating. “Thank you, Mr. Lanx. I cannot tell you how hard it is these days to find someone who truly appreciates genetic manipulation!” Mr. Lanx chuckled. “Yes, truly. Are there a few more… Cultivated… Subjects?” he asked. The man in the white coat nodded quickly. He rushed over to a door a short ways down the corridor and beckoned Mr. Lanx inside. The room was much brighter than the corridor leading to it. Inside this room were more people inside capsules. Dr. Sullivan pressed several buttons on one of the capsules, and the person inside seemed to be sucked out of the top. There was a glassed-in area of the room which looked like a shower stall. The stall filled with glowing green liquid. After the liquid had filled the stall, it quickly drained away revealing a strong boy, probably in his early twenties, with blonde hair and strangely purple eyes. He was quite tall and seemed to be very muscular. He stood inside the stall, completely unmoving. Mr. Lanx smirked. “Looks like a capable pilot for the M.A.S.A.K.E.R. system, but looks aren’t everything. I want to see him in action. “Yes, of course sir.” Replied Dr. Sullivan. Ray was sick of his parents. Always arguing, always making him do them favors, always pushing him around... Ray had had enough, which was why he decided to run away from home. His main issue, however, was dealing with the heat. Ray remembered his long walk to the Arizona Recruitment Office as the drain spat him out into the draining stall over on the other side of the room. He stood up as Dr. Sullivan and a man he didn’t recognize in a suit walked over to him. The scientist opened the door. “Congratulations, Raymond! You have been selected to pilot one of our three M.E.C.H.s. No time to lose! Get dressed and follow me.” Ray walked over to a pipe sticking out of the wall. He stuck his hand inside a hole in the pipe. Suddenly, he felt something the size of a quarter hit his hand. He pulled his hand out with the object stuck to his palm, and poked it with his other index finger. Immediately, he was enveloped in a rubbery, black suit. It covered every part of him except his neck and upwards. Strange things poked out of his shoulders that looked like electrical coils. Ray obediently followed Dr. Sullivan out of the room. Down the hall they went until they came across an airplane hangar. Within the hangar sat a giant. This giant was humanoid in shape. It was colored completely white except for the bright green stripes wrapped around its arms, ankles, and around the top of the giant’s head. Purple stripes also wrapped themselves around the being next to the green stripes. While the body seemed humanlike, with fingers and feet, the back and the head looked strange. Extending out of its back were six rods, three on each side of its back, that were colored the same shade of green as the stripes. The head seemed to be shaped like a tear drop, but it was turned on its side, making the giant seem more aerodynamic. Dr. Sullivan put his hands on his hips and smiled triumphantly. “Mr. Lanx, Ray, today I present you with one of our three angels of victory! I call her ‘Psy!’” Ray stood in silence. “So that’s a mech…” he thought to himself. Ray had been sent into the cockpit of the mech minutes after seeing it. “Alright Ray, this will be just like the simulations,” stated Dr. Sullivan. Ray nodded as he gracefully piloted the mech onto the launching tray. “Ray Olvius. Launching Mech ‘Psy.’ Ready!” he called. From the launching tray, he was shot out of what seemed to be a gigantic cannon. “Welcome to Psy. All systems fully operational. Flight mode initiated,” said a computerized voice inside the cockpit. The cockpit of the mech was something special. It was a large room inside of the mech’s head. When Ray moved, the mech moved with him, making things easy to control. He leaned forward a bit. Psy moved forwards. Ray was careful not to lean too far. If he had leaned farther, he would still have been able to keep control as the floor was reactant to touch and would keep him from falling and in turn destroying the mech. It was only a demonstration, it didn’t need to go too fast. Ray flexed his hands to show that Psy’s hands moved along with him. Same with the ankles. “Okay, so it can fly,” said Mr. Lanx in a bored tone, “but can it fight?” Dr. Sullivan laughed harder than anyone should have at the question. “Of course!” he called. He picked up a headset. “Raymond, running assault mode A!” Dr. Sullivan said into the cockpit. Raymond began to do a few fancy maneuvers in the sky as several large disks were shot into the air in front of him. The mech’s hands launched shots of invisible force at the disks, which exploded. “Well?” chimed Dr. Sullivan in a sing-song voice, “Isn’t it simply amazing?!” Mr. Lanx nodded slowly with a slight smirk on his face. “Truly brilliant work, doctor. Your name will go down in Earth’s history, for the wonders you have created.” Dr. Sullivan laughed excitedly. “Oh why thank you!” he chirped. Meanwhile, Ray had brought the mech back into the docking bay. “I do hope we will be able to work again,” said the computerized voice of Psy, “I think we will, very soon in fact…” Ray ignored the voice as he exited the cockpit and stepped back onto the ground. He had a slight headache, but it didn’t really bother him. His training had taught him to push the pain in his head out. He looked to the sky. It always seemed to help his headaches disappear faster. He rarely got to see it, as he was usually in his capsule in the laboratory. He was thankful to see it again. Ray walked over to Dr. Sullivan swiftly after his little test-ride. “Ah, splendid work, Raymond!” cried the scientist, “From now on, you will act as a mech pilot. I do hope you will keep my baby safe…?” Ray hesitated. “His… Baby?” he thought to himself. The answer just seemed to come out of nowhere. “That would be Psy.” He thought. Ray straightened up. “Of course, sir!” he said loudly. Ray now understood that he was being promoted. “Good,” replied Dr. Sullivan, “I’ll take that as a promise!” End of ChApTeR 1.



Corbiskeith	Aug 26 2009, 05:04 PM Post #2
Kira vi Britannia Posts: 12 Group: Rookie Member #180 Joined: Aug 3, 2009 Preferred Internet Browser Firefox Blog Please insert the title of your blog	cHaPtEr 2: Take him out! Ray awoke with a start that night as the sound of the base’s alarms blared inside his skull. He shot out of bed, ready to disarm and possibly kill any assailants attacking the base. “No one here… Good…” he thought as he grabbed another clothing-coin on a small table inside the room and activated it. He was inside the rubbery suit once more. He then took off down the hall, heading for the aircraft hangar where his mech was. As a pilot, it was now his responsibility to make sure no task forces from the Watchers nor the Mars Federation of Peace obtained a weapon as powerful as Psy to turn the tide of the war and possibly enslave Earth. Quite a lot was riding on his running speed, but Ray began to wonder something. “Why isn’t anyone else acting along with the alarm?” he thought. Ray busted open the door that led to the outside. Nobody was around. “Might as well use this as my chance…” he whispered to himself. Ray made a mad dash for the hangar. Closer, faster, closer, faster… As Ray sprinted towards the hangar, it seemed that the closer he got, the faster he ran. A soldier whose duty is his life must, after all, do everything he can to preserve it. He nearly broke down the door of the hangar as he made his way through. Suddenly, he stopped. Before him was standing a large squad of men, clad in black, and with large guns pointed at the heads of Dr. Sullivan and several other individuals who worked there. Ray could hear footsteps behind him. “Well well, doctor! I must say, I am very impressed with your solders’ ability to sense danger!” said the man behind him. Ray recognized the tone of voice as Mr. Lanx. Dr. Sullivan smirked. “I didn’t manipulate their DNA into sensing danger,” he announced, “I believe that it is a talent belonging only to Raymond. And you know, he’s also capable of other things…” Mr. Lanx frowned. “Other… Things? Like what?” he inquired. He did not sound worried at all, but he looked somewhat scared of whatever hidden talent Ray might have had. Dr. Sullivan was a genius, and if it wasn’t because he could change the genes of humans, it was because he could lie his way out of almost anything. “Oh, yes. Do you not know the ability given to a pilot candidate should they somehow be captured or shot down? Of course you don’t. You see, in moments, young Raymond will suffer a blackout. During that blackout, his reflexes will react at the speed of a bullet! You won’t be able to touch him.” Mr. Lanx smiled again. It grew wider and wider until he began to cackle out of nowhere. It was as though the devil himself had possessed Mr. Lanx and found it so hilariously evil, that he could no longer contain himself. Lanx locked eyes with the scientist. “That’s the biggest load of-AH!” he cried. Mr. Lanx, along with his men, all fell to their knees with their hands over their ears. They cried out in pain while Ray and everyone else except Dr. Sullivan blinked around, confused. Dr. Sullivan ran over to Ray and grabbed him by the arm. He pulled him along and had him placed into the cockpit of Psy. “Raymond, you have been chosen…” whispered the scientist as he got Ray situated inside the cockpit. “Chosen…? What is that supposed to mean?!” cried Ray, “And why am I getting ready to go for a run in this mech?!” Dr. Sullivan sighed. “Raymond, you are compatible with the most powerful AI in existence… That is what Psy is, and she is my greatest creation… My legacy, if you will, for future generations to marvel at. I beg you, take care of her… I never had a daughter…” Ray hadn’t noticed, but Psy had been ready for launch the entire time the doctor was speaking. At his last word, he launched Psy from the docking bay. The mech floated around aimlessly as Ray tried to grasp the situation. “Compatible? Chosen?! What the hell was he talking about?! And why did…” Ray flashed back to the moment when Lanx and his traitorous men had suddenly fallen to the floor in pain. “Why did that happen…?” A voice flooded the cockpit. “I’m happy you got my wakeup call, Raymond Olvius,” said the computerized voice that was Psy. “I hope I can explain to you exactly what happened to your satisfaction. I was the one who made you hear the alarm. I was the one who stopped Lanx’s men with a supersonic blast of sound, which caused them and only them to become incapacitated. In addition, I have chosen you. I require a pilot to exist, and my logistics function tells me you are the best match.” Ray blinked several times. “Did… Did it just read my thoughts?!” he said inside his mind. “I did not read your thoughts, Raymond Olvius,” responded Psy, “I simply tapped into your brainwaves and measured them. From that, I was able to guess what you were reflecting on inside your head.” “Oh… Okay…” all Psy’s explanations were able to do was confuse Ray further and creep him out. He had never met anything that had the ability to tell what he was thinking, much less piloted anything like it. “Well then, what do we do now? Should we go back to the base?” asked Ray. “Negative, Raymond Olvius. There is still a 90% chance the traitorous Mr. Lanx has done something to insure his escape along with destroying any evidence, such as-“ Psy was interrupted by Ray. “Is that a ship…?” he asked, pointing. As he pointed, the mech pointed as well. Something was shining in the night sky and coming towards him. It was an enemy ship of the Mars Federation of Peace. Ray moved just in time to keep the suit out of the way of the ship. Apparently, the ship was looking for a fight. It wasn’t very big, it was probably as long as one of Psy’s arms and as thick as Psy’s head. It was armored in an orange plating. The ship sped back towards Psy, this time shooting out small blasts of what seemed to be photons at Psy. Ray decided to see just how maneuverable Psy was. He started to lean from side to side, back to front, and around as quickly as possible. The mech was quite a marvel to behold. It gracefully dashed and danced around the blasts sent from the ship. “Time to fight back!” called Ray. He faced Psy’s palms toward the new ship, which was hovering in place momentarily. He flexed his palms outwardly. Nothing happened. “Psy, why didn’t it shoot those invisible things that blow up the disks?” he queried sternly. “I do not wish to waste power with the sonic flares. Initiating Beam Saber,” replied Psy. Ray sighed. After a second, a blade of pure purple light erupted out of the mech’s elbow. It shone brightly that night. Ray sped towards the ship, and turned direction as soon as he was close enough to touch the ship. This caused his momentum to change and the blade that had emerged from his elbow had sliced the ship in two pieces. He was now safe for the time being. “Well done, Raymond Olvius.” Psy complimented. Ray just grunted and made to fly quickly towards another Defensive Federation of Earth base, this time located in Texas. Since M.E.C.H.s ran off of mental power, as long as the pilot was able to think, the M.E.C.H. would continue to move wherever he wished it to go. “Raymond Olviu-“ Psy began, but was quickly interrupted, “Just Ray… I’m sick of hearing my full name…” ordered Ray. “Very well,” replied Psy, “I shall hereby refer to you as simply ‘Ray.’ Please allow me to shift this unit into speed mode, so that we might arrive at an allied base and deliver the news of Arizona’s demise in a timely manner.” Ray grunted. “Sure, do whatever you like so long as it helps us out,” he grumbled. Ray was getting tired of talking to Psy. A machine can only have so much personality… “Do you… Really mean that, Ray?” inquired Psy. The artificial feminine voice almost sounded hopeful. Ray just rolled his eyes. “Yes, I mean it!” he grunted. Psy seemed to be acting strange. “Why… I don’t know how to respond, Ray. Thank you,” said Psy unemotionally. “I will not fail you.” Edited by Corbiskeith, Aug 26 2009, 05:19 PM.



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