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Rockman X: And Eternity; Act 1: It's Stranger in Paradise
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Topic Started: Dec 14 2013, 12:04 AM (4,490 Views)
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Dec 14 2013, 12:04 AM
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[16:15 - Inside Styx Base]

It was dark out by the time it came, the distress call having been blinking on the receiver in the guardhouse for at least ten minutes while it's denizens played poker in abject boredom. Commander Wolff sighed as he walked in, seeing his crew regard him with salutes, though he was sure some of them viewed him with about as much interest as a stack of yard tools at the hardware store, it didn't matter. The lupine Reploid went to check the call and discovered what had been missed. Normally responsible and prompt he grunted and left without saying a word, making his displeasure known.
It was ten minutes later the base's contingent had been gathered together by none other than the chief medical officer and self appointed 'inventionist' Gene Replete. There was no sign of Wolff as she gave their new assignment in a giddy tone. She was excited which was usually a bad sign for those involved as it almost always meant that without the strict guidance of Wolff, it was guinea pig time for the new recruits, and a chance to gather combat data.
"We've received a call from Eichel Engineering and it appears they're in dire straights. They need assistance now... or twenty minutes ago technically. I think perhaps whoever turned down the sound for the comm should not try this in the future!" She spoke loudly while holding up her tablet, a wide smile on her face. It was exciting despite the nature of the situation. It wasn't often they had an actual opportunity for real combat and she'd been itching to try out the recorders she'd given all of the new recruits, along with a personal pet project she'd given to one of the most junior enlistees.
"Anyways, we should probably go now... we are wasting time just standing here while they could very well be in grave danger so... off you go." She made a shooing motion toward the garage, coaxing everyone to get in the larger of the two transport vehicles, and also the only one up and running after it had cannibalized the other for parts. "Just cram in there, anyone else is welcome to come but..." She picked up her tablet again as she leaned against the door to the vehicle, holding it to read.
"Hailfire, Arclight, Chimera... and Azhrarn. You guys can't get out of this, sorry. But you get the fun ride today! I hope we get ambushed..." She stared wide eyed for a moment before chuckling, making it seem like a joke as she swung up into the driver's seat. But one could never tell with her.
"Anyone else that cares to join us, get in! It'll be a bumpy ride..."She sighed contently, gripping the wheel in anticipation. "Because I forgot to get the shocks done..."
And who knows the last time we actually did -anything- around here...
[16:35 - Inside Styx Transport Vehicle No.1]

The road was uneven, bumps sending up it's passengers every few meters unless they were strapped down and secure, which for any of the new recruits was entirely up to their discretion. Rebellious, eccentric, strange, or foolish dreamers, Styx had ended up with those at the end of the line, but it was damned well going to make due, and in style! Everyone who was relatively new was grabbed for this. A test run to see if basic training had paid off...
There were seats lined on either side and room for the more bulky of their number, along with some reserves of energy, and stock weaponry that they'd used in training, but with the seriousness of this task they'd all been permitted the full use of their normal weaponry.
While Gene drove along the road toward the Engineering Laboratory, singing something whimsical to herself, a smaller female reploid say with her hands placed demurely in her lap as she looked down at her feet. A long scarf down her back and her down-turned visor would have made her look 'cool' if not for the fact her posture was anything but confident. She seemed to withdraw whenever anyone looked at her, though she had an odd smile on her face.
NOTES Welcome to Rockman X: And Eternity! This is just the beginning but hopefully this mini-arc will let people settle into their characters before we get things really rolling. Remember, you've been around for probably a few weeks so you know the faces of whose with you, even if you haven't spoken much. You can have formed whatever friendships or working relationships you desire, it makes sense when you're sharing in the frontier experience! Or the boredom, or the pain of training ad nauseum for battle that never comes...
Chaos Chimera - Was it you, Hailfire and Drachen back in the guardhouse focusing on your game a bit too much there?
Hailfire: It wasn't your job to monitor the calls that day was it? Maybe you were just trying to keep the others company, shame on them.
Azhrarn - You are probably one of the newest, but you too have been working with these others. It's clear a few aren't exactly new at this, though they may be lower on the hierarchy then the other officers.
Gear: You... have a new friend. He doesn't seem like he's going to eat you or anything but you definitely have something you didn't have before the start of this mission.
Just suggestions! but really, get a dialogue going, get to know eachother and have fun, because things will blow up soon. Gene smiling, it's a sign of doom.
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ACT 1 IT'S STRANGER IN PARADISE | START
Seven months later...
Start of Act! I'm going to let people free form this a bit! Figure how your characters have been since the skip, what new skills they have and their training. Talk with your fellow players to get ideas! I'll do a regular post soon but for now, everyone is on base in the morning, getting ready to go into Last Chance for a bit of R&R.
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Jul 29 2014, 03:03 PM
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Upgrade Skills Dancing Crystals: Azhrarn uses Ice Elemental chips to create multiple small shards floating around him, acting as a shield to intercept physical blows and reflecting laser based ones. Accordly to the strenght of the attack these shards are used to protect from, they can shatter and melt after preventing damage.
Styx Base: Mess Hall
Azhrarn was sitting in front of one of the tables from the Mess Hall, his features displaying a lot of attention as he held control over the Multi-Tool floating around a small onyx stone carved into a bird-like shape. The laser scalpel worked with precision and calm into polishing the corners of the carved structure while the Knight-reploid looked between the work in progress on the stone and the reddish golden frame he had prepared for it to be housed in to be turned into a pendant. Tapping his chin the young reploid took the stone and checked it against the lights coming from the windows while the Multi-tool started to scan the metal frame to prepare it for accepting the blackbird shaped item.
Seven Month...
So much time had passed after his first active mission, a mission that changed forever his existance as many things happened. For the first time since he had been granted the gift of Life, Azhrarn had been forced to take it away from someone else. There were no regrets as the knight-reploid was fully aware he had been forced into that so to prevent his friends and many other innocents from being wounded. At the same time, though, he still felt bad for the pain and unnecessary suffering he had inflicted upon other reploids.
Rimefrost Raptor...
He couldn't remember the name of the other Mavericks he killed before the avian-shaped one. But the wounds he had inflicted upon him, brutal and painful, were still a vivid memory in his head. A memory that had forced him into improving his sword skills and his control over the large energies he learned being able to control. Now, after seven long months, Azhrarn had managed to learn more about the gift his parents had blessed upon him as he was being created and improve his control over them. It wouldn't have be and exaggeration to say he had grown stronger from that experience.
But the first mission hadn't gave him only bad stuff to think about...
"Ein... That's for you..."
With a gentle movement, the knight-reploid moved another pendant toward his horned friend. This one was made of silver, matching her horn in color, and had an aventurine stone carved in the shape of an unicorn head's profile. "Sorry for the lack of package, but Argent picked which stone to use only recently... Consider it a little thank you gift for all the help you gave us into raising him so far..." Argent, or more accurately Argent Guivre, was the little and unanimously defined cute little wyvern-like DNA Metal that was nesting on Azhrarn's head at the moment. Born of a Reploid Ghost who felt there was more to do in this world before leaving it, Azhrarn and Einhorn had worked extra hours during their missions to feed him. "...still trying to find a proper red stone for Gene, but maybe we'll be able to get something today at Last Chance..."
For some brief moments he returned his attention on the other one, using the Multi-Tool to encase the Onyx bird on the case and complete the other pendant. "And this is done too, hopefully I'll get the chance to see mother and give it to her today..." Again, for a bit, he went silent. Wondering about his past before joining the Hunters, wondering about how things would have been if he hadn't listened to his mother advices about enrolling. Wondering if his parents were doing fine, his father with the health weakened by an accident from the past and his mother that had been forced to accept cybernetics in her body to not die. Sure, they said they were doing fine in their mails...
...but he hadn't seen them for a long time...
"Do you have anything specific you'd like to see today?" He questioned Ein. At first he was a little worried about what his parents would have thought of the less-than-conventional folks he was now living with, but after the first visits it was more than evident that the folks at Styx base seemed to be nice ones in the humanoid woman's eyes. At the same time, no one of them raised questions about her condition. Not that Azhrarn hadn't explained why she had to undergo such changes, but he had learned that the stigma was still present for both Reploids and Humans and he was glad this wasn't the case. To be completely honest, it was his mother that insisted more than anyone else about Argent's rightful place being nesting between Azharn's hair and that for complete and total d'awwness a set of baby bottle-shaped energy containers had to be manufactured for the DNA Metal's feeding needs.
One of these tiny ones was waiting on the table next to Azhrarn's crafting equipments, should the little wyvern ask for it...
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Aug 12 2014, 12:43 AM
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Gear stretched, done with heavy lifting and working in the Energy Forge for the day. Having spent the last seven months training and going on various missions when called for, working on his bond with Nid to become Nightmare Nidhoggr... He was definitely looking the part of a capable reploid now.
On the other hand, it was SO FREAKING DRAINING!
"Uuuugh... I need a break." Gear mumbled lazily, enjoying the fact they would be able to go into Last Chance soon. It was sorely needed, given how infrequently some of them were allowed to go. Heck, it almost felt like Gene and Seele exclusively kept him from taking too many breaks inbetween testing with Nid and working in the Energy Forge. Nevertheless, a majority of the base had saved up some relaxation time, and today happened to be a mandatory break day. There was no way he was going to let this day pass him by. Even if he did have Nid with him.
"So where we going today?" the small DNA Metal creature spoke, drawing Gear's gaze to it.
"I'm still not going to get used to you talking physically rather than in my personal comms channel... Though at least now I don't sound like a crazy reploid responding to voices in my head." Gear shrugged, as he began to make his way off of the Styx Base toward Last Chance. "Going out for a day off. I've been wanting to take a trip to Last Chance since my last venture was long ago. I'm feeling up for a new outfit." he hummed, rubbing at his chin slightly, slipping both hands behind his head. "Wonder if the others'll be taking a break too."
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Last Chance Settlement
It was as busy and lively as ever in Last Chance, humans and reploids going everywhich way. Similar to the Hunter Base, but more civilian. Friendly gossip could be heard here and there, figures walking into and out of shops and establishments. Not all gossip was cheerful or friendly though...
"Did you hear about that expedition that got attacked venturing in the JN Sector? Terrible stuff... They say the reploids involved all looked like they got pulled apart and absorbed of their energy. Very few made it out alive... I bet it's that damn maverick Petalhoof. Won't let anyone into the sector to explore or collect things. Not *everyone* is trying to ruin the ecosystem." one civilian reploid grumbled, talking to a human male who looked a little saddened to hear this. However, Gear couldn't pay the duo anymore attention, as his destination was only a few steps ahead.
Opening the door to the 'Dressed to Kill Custom Armor Shop', Gear noticed that the shop dealt in more than just basic reploid outfits. It seemed to cater to humans, humanoids and mutos reploids to boot. "Man, how have I never been here before? Hmm... What do I want to get..." Gear hummed to himself, moving toward the back. There were a fair number of basic traveling cloaks, meant to help with ventures through harsher environments. However, he moved beyond to the more functional section. Multipurpose cloaks that were able to adjust across modes. At this realization, even Nid perked up and began to work to help with choosing an outf-
"That."
"Well that was fast... You sure like your monochromatics, don't you?" Gear remarked, taking a grey cloak off the rack and looking it over a bit. Specially woven and treated to resist buster arms fire. Nid could also use this, able to apply it to his Nightmare Nidhoggr form when merged with Gear. The male reploid had to tilt his head to picture how he would look with it on, before he whistled. "Dear reploid god, why have I not been here sooner!?" he spoke, surprised, before he made his way to the front of the shop, greeting the owner.
"Hey Regen, been a while. Business still booming?" he asked, making small talk as he set the cloak down on the counter, reaching back to fetch his Card to pay. "Working on any new designs we should be aware of?"
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Aug 15 2014, 10:49 PM
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"Sorry for the lack of package, but Argent picked which stone to use only recently... Consider it a little thank you gift for all the help you gave us into raising him so far..."
"Really?" she stared at it in awe before pulling it up into her hand to dangle, catching the light and sparkling before her eyes. She gave it a little whip, enough to cause it to rotate again, displaying all it's colors. "Gigi's got good taste," she looked up, "N-not that you don't! You have alot better taste in pretty things than anyone else I know," her eyes widened slightly.
"...still trying to find a proper red stone for Gene, but maybe we'll be able to get something today at Last Chance..."
"You think so? I know Gene appreciates you working with Gigi alot since she can't go on missions. She's really really weird but she loves these little guys. I think... maybe it's because we can't have kids of our own," Einhorn guessed. Technically the little souls were the basic level of sentient electronic life, and they would grow. It was one way to create artificial progeny.
"And this is done too, hopefully I'll get the chance to see mother and give it to her today..."
"I remember when she came on base and tried to teach me a little sword play," the result was disastrous. Einhorn was never made to be agile at close combat. But the older woman who still seemed very much a kid herself had helped her up and patted her on the head. "She offered to dress me up just like you..." she gave Azhrarn an odd look, not wanting to insult his dress but not particularly keen on being someone's doll. A strange blush came across her cheeks as she imagined herself in a fluffed out princess gown.
"Do you have anything specific you'd like to see today?"
I can figure that out after I help Gear lug a bunch of ore we found to the Steam Plant. The owner was interested, but after I'm done being free labor we can look around a bit? Maybe I can borrow Nini and get these two a playdate..." she grinned.
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"Did you hear about that expedition that got attacked venturing in the JN Sector? Terrible stuff... They say the reploids involved all looked like they got pulled apart and absorbed of their energy. Very few made it out alive... I bet it's that damn maverick [style=font-weight: bold; font-family: monospace; font-size: 1em; -webkit-text-stroke: 1px black; color: white; text-shadow: 3px 3px 0 #000, -1px -1px 0 #000, 1px -1px 0 #000, -1px 1px 0 #000, 1px 1px 0 #000;]Petalhoof[/style]. Won't let anyone into the sector to explore or collect things. Not *everyone* is trying to ruin the ecosystem."
Einhorn's brows knit as she overheard the talk outside 'Dressed to Kill'. She'd done her chores with Gear and Azhrarn and now was free to explore the town a bit. Though she'd been looking forward to watching Hailfire haggle for treasure, she knew they'd have to wait on the Drakkiana and her questionable companion to arrive. She knew Red Fisher was around somewhere, though he tended to head straight to the bar for his synthehol.
"Man, how have I never been here before? Hmm... What do I want to get..."
"The same man... the absolute same..." She was still thinking about what she'd heard earlier though. She watched as Gear picked out a cloak, admiring some custom paint jobs on display busters mounted on the adjacent wall.
"That."
"Hey Nid, do me next!" she chuckled and looked around in awe, then found a hand on her shoulder. She startled and looked back, "Azzy? Wait... Regen? You don't just grab someone when they're shopping like that!"
"Well that was fast... You sure like your monochromatics, don't you?"
"You like that one? I'll give you a discount on it if you bring me some more Tangleloid parts next time you visit AREA JN again. They're finding all sorts of treasures in there. It's a goldmine. Especially with everything growing wild like it is."
"Dear reploid god, why have I not been here sooner!?"
Regen chuckled and made her way to the front, ready to check out her next customer. Einhorn frowned a bit and rubbed her shoulder. She was used to being manhandled a bit by the others.
"Hey Regen, been a while. Business still booming?"
"It comes and goes," the woman beside her gave Azhrarn a tell-tale grin and a wave.
"Working on any new designs we should be aware of?"
"I got a new designer. She's making some light weight shield projectors that look like bracers and anklets right now. Pretty stuff... Though the concept is sound and I used it to work that cape there. Azzie knows her very well..." Regen pulled the cloak up better onto her counter.
"Please don't make me a princess..." Einhorn whimpered.
"And meanwhile here I am, unable to get that darn Flashfire to give me the time of day..." Regen muttered under her breath, ringing up the price on the cloak, then cutting it by half. "Can't get a date, and I'm cutting my profits. You know, no one who lives out here in the middle of this desert is sane."
"That and Petalhoof might come and get you for picking flowers," Einhorn shivered.
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Styx Base
"Really?"
"Gigi's got good taste,"
"N-not that you don't! You have alot better taste in pretty things than anyone else I know,"
"I suppose that it comes with being raised by a mother like mine..." Azhrarn said with a gentle smile on his doll-like visage as he started to pack up his tools and made ready for the trip into town. "Father did his good part on teaching me about art and beauty, but for these cute, little and adorable, things it's my mother one has to thank... And maybe Gene too, she came often to visit when my mind was still in his childhood stage..." It was, after all, the most appropriate reploid-ish rendition of 'when I was little'.
"You think so? I know Gene appreciates you working with Gigi alot since she can't go on missions. She's really really weird but she loves these little guys. I think... maybe it's because we can't have kids of our own,"
"I suppose that after the War, mankind would be a little more than afraid if Reploid started to create their own kin..." Azhrarn spoke, this time his voice was a whisper with a not to hinted veil of sadness. "...but I think Reploids should be allowed to adopt their own kin rather than just sending some of us to Training Centers..." He gave a distant look to Ein as memories flooded his mind. "...from personal experience, having parents' isn't just about who gives you the gift of life, but more about the ones being with you as you discover the world. I don't know what I would have become if raised in a Training Center or having my intellectual capabilities to be artificially developed to cut time... But I know that I feel being a person, that other reploids are persons as well and that there are humans that can see us like that and not as tools shaped with humanoid forms or cheap workers for dangerous tasks..." The knight like reploid took a small pause. "...it terrifies me everytime I think about how people in the War must have felt..."
"I remember when she came on base and tried to teach me a little sword play,"
"Yes, father sent her away so he could be with me and give a proper lecture about not using my powers to overkill civilian buildings' rooftops... He wasn't really angry or disappointed, but somewhat wanted to make sure I learned to respect others' properties when fighting..." His mother's comments about the whole questions made her presence a little counterproductive for such a lecture. After all the woman had installed a top tier, ultra compact, military grade anti-tank Buster Cannon in her right arm 'to protect her family' and was the one behind the majority of Azhrarn's overkill styled abilities. Unknown to the Knight Reploid, Azhrarn's father also wanted to check upon his 'son' mental state after having been forced killing in order to protect his friends' lives. Luckily Azzie seemed to have been able to deal with it and his father talks about controlling one's strenght gave him something different to focus on rather than focusing on these deaths.
"She offered to dress me up just like you..."
"And you politely refused?" Azhrarn's voice and expression said it all. There was no need for words to explain how dedicated his mother was about things like this. Especially considering she had inside agents here at the base in the person of Gene. Good luck Ein, you'll need it... "But eh, guess clothes like mines aren't so popular amongst neither of the kins, organics or synthetics..."
"I can figure that out after I help Gear lug a bunch of ore we found to the Steam Plant. The owner was interested, but after I'm done being free labor we can look around a bit? Maybe I can borrow Nini and get these two a playdate..."
"Sure, it would do good for Guivre to play with someone of his mental age range..." His voice couldn't hide the small hints of regret he felt at having been deprived of such a chance. But, unlike his mind, his body had been created fully grown and there was no way he could be a fair match in any game childrens' game. Not that he didn't tried though. With a smile and all of his goods packed and placed on a shelf, he nodded to Ein. "Ready to go anytime..."
Last Chance, 'Dressed to Kill'
"Did you hear about that expedition that got attacked venturing in the JN Sector? Terrible stuff... They say the reploids involved all looked like they got pulled apart and absorbed of their energy. Very few made it out alive... I bet it's that damn maverick Petalhoof. Won't let anyone into the sector to explore or collect things. Not *everyone* is trying to ruin the ecosystem."
Azhrarn overheard it as well, giving a sad look to Ein as she knitted browns. The knight-like reploid kept to himself his comments about how humans and reploids were nowadays part of the ecosystem themselves. The Mutos going by the name of Petalhoof got a, less than nice, reputation about her efforts to protect the ecosystem. Luckily, feeding his armor to Guivre ensured that now the equipment was usually always available in the form of a cute and innocent looking little wyvern that was nesting on top of his head right now.
"Goodmorning Miss Regen, hey Gear..." Azzie replied to the waving letting the shopkeeper handle her other client as he went on the other side of the counter to hug his mother with not shame at all in doing so. "Mom..." He said before breaking the hug and pulling the pendant and another little item out of his pockets. "...for you and dad, got a little spare time from training so decided to make those..." The pendant was the one he had completed right before leaving, the other item was a necktie pin. A golden one with a red stone acted as a background for a rampant lion made of dark silver in remembrance of Bohemian Coat of Arms. "I had Guivre choosing the stones for them..." Doing so actually helped the purposes of saving him some time to decide, giving him a challenge of work over some unexpected circumstances and time to interact with Guivre presenting him different outside world's stimuli.
"I got a new designer. She's making some light weight shield projectors that look like bracers and anklets right now. Pretty stuff... Though the concept is sound and I used it to work that cape there. Azzie knows her very well..."
"If it can make anyone feel more comfortable, mother studied about arts and fashion design during college before picking history and archaelogy at university..." The young knight shared as he gave his parent some glances while looking around. "...guess this will allow her to appeal two of her passions in one feel swoop..." Had Azhrarn any need for breathing, he would be sighing deep now at the thought of how little such a fashion sense would be appreciated by more common and modernized folks.
"Please don't make me a princess..."
"Given the bracers and anklets, I believe you would end probably like an egyptian one with see through clothes and maybe a forehead circlet of some sort..." Azhrarn said, unable to avoid getting curious at how the girl-bot would have looked with such an outfit. "...I think it may look good on you, if nothing it would be a good change of pace..." He added politely and deciding to change the flow of their talks toward something else in a desperate gamble to save his friend from dressing duty. "By any chances are the stones you said you were going to get and that new underarmor suit you spoke me about arrived yet?" The knight reploid asked to Regen.
"And meanwhile here I am, unable to get that darn Flashfire to give me the time of day..."
"Can't get a date, and I'm cutting my profits. You know, no one who lives out here in the middle of this desert is sane."
"That and Petalhoof might come and get you for picking flowers,"
"Hopefully she would stay away from the main settlement..." Azhrarn wondered while looking around and figuring out whose hands were behind some items on display that hadn't been there during his last visit. "...not that given the last news about her an official order to apprehend her, or worse, wouldn't be issued soon..." And when such order came out, there was little to wonder about who would have be tasked to accomplish the feat. At the thought he felt sorry for the little wyvern and his being forced into battle at such young age. Sure, like Azhrarn, Gigi had always displayed a mature vibe even behind his playful demeanor but with his previous memories gone he was still somewhat like a child rediscoverying the world. Horrible times these ones when conflict and war were amongst the first things new lives had to learn about.
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(( Sorry for how long it took to whip out this wimpy post, Hailfire-muse was playing hooky. ))
UPGRADE SKILLS Screen With a chip equipped, Zweiton places his palm on the ground and a wall of elemental energy surges up from the earth. What the shield blocks depends on the element used; non-phyisical elements (wind or fire) are useful for projectiles like bullets, while physical elements such as ice can refract or reflect laser-based attacks. Currently has: Ice Screen and Storm Screen.
The Armory was a room crowded with racks upon towering racks of weaponry and ammunition fit for humans and reploids alike. More firepower than the base needed with its small roster, but the incredible variety would entertain anyone for weeks. Drachen’s arms training had awoken in Zweiton an interest in weaponry, something he was never allowed to touch at home. Because of that, and the lack of a warm body to properly maintain the room, he had volunteered to do so. The android drowsily lifted his head from the reloading bench he had been working at the night before. As he slowly stretched his arms, he knocked over some bottles of cleaning oil that thankfully were capped. Parts were strewn on the bench to some sort of handgun, the most recent project he’d undertaken. The dents in his cheek from laying it on said parts would take a few hours to wrinkle out, so somebody was likely going to enjoy poking fun at him for it later.
Zweiton scooted the chair back and stood up with all the speed of a sloth. He had long shed the white scrubs of his home in favor of something more protective that resembled the body armor of humans. “I must have dozed off.. I didn’t sleep through a whole day again did I?” He consulted the digital calendar on his wall. Nope, he hadn’t. But something else about today caught his eye.
“Seven months, huh…” Between all the training he’d been getting Zweiton didn’t think it had been that long. But there he was, staring at the calendar adorning his wall. Zweiton’s very first morning on base had been rough, to say the least. The whole day of the incident he had been living in denial, so he woke up the next day thinking he was still at Eichel Engineering. When he wasn’t, and realized what happened was real, he had a complete meltdown right there in the barracks. An excellent first impression for those who didn’t get to meet him earlier.
It had taken about two weeks before Zweiton could come to a decision. All the meanwhile Wolff’s words had rattled around in his head. Grief turned to anger and for a while Zweiton was bitter, but the Commander’s words eventually soaked in. He had no home, no family or none that he knew was still alive, but that didn’t mean he had to throw his life away looking for a fight. He didn’t think Dr. Eichel had any purpose for him above the others, but Zweiton figured he’d know what the old doctor would say in this situation; live, live on and protect others so that this may never happen again. So he’d made his choice.
With over half a year of vacancy it hadn’t taken long for nature to reclaim the building that had sheltered him. Now defrosted and cleared of bodies, but still too much of a hazard to walk around freely in. Zweiton still had trouble looking at it to this day, but it did him no good to dwell on it like he does. For now, it was time to get some breakfast and hit the town.
-= Last Chance Settlement: Hailfire Hydra =-
UPGRADE SKILLS Squall Spreading her wings, Hailfire brings them down with tremendous force with an added elemental effect. Can use standing or during takeoff. Has some degree of knockback ability. Currently has: Burning Squall, Chilling Squall, and Tempest Squall.
A gust of wind and dust heralded Hailfire’s arrival as she touched down in Last Chance, already busy for this time of day. Dressed in plainclothes consisting of a simple sleeveless shirt, jeans, and belt, the drakaina was all wings; they seemed almost comically oversized when compared to the much slighter frame hiding beneath. Unhindered by the weight of armor she could fly farther than normal under their own power, but the lack of thrusters limited her speed. The shirt was custom-made with these wings in mind; it slipped over her head and separated at the side seams, then rejoined by magnets through the membrane of her wings. The pants were simpler, only cut to allow a tail through and held up by the belt. All were things she had gathered from the local stores and had modified.
First order of the day was hitting the antique shops for any new—hey, those reploids looked familiar. Her curiosity outweighed her need to go treasure hunting so Hailfire stepped into the store, ducking her long head as she stepped through the door. Ooh, she remembered this place! It had been a few months since Hailfire had been here last. She was quite happy with her current digs but it was always fun to spend a few hours browsing. And there were her targets—er, comrades, so Hailfire sidled up to the small group and make her presence known.
“Hello everyone! Enjoying a day off, hmm?” It was then Hailfire noticed the pendants, lovingly crafted by Azhrarn, and none-too-subtly glanced at it. “How lovely!” No Hailfire, you can’t have.
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Aug 25 2014, 11:25 PM
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Last Chance | 'Dressed to Kill' Custom Armor Shop
"Goodmorning Miss Regen, hey Gear..."
"Hm? Oh, yo Az. Hope your day's going better than mine usually does." he grinned, waving to his ally as he entered the store, before he returned his attention to the cloak to look it over. If he'd looked a little bit longer, he would've realized someone else had walked in with Azhrarn at the time... Speaking once he'd been done wondering why he hadn't been here before.
"The same man... the absolute same..."
"... Wha? When'd you get in, Einhorn?" Gear suddenly asked, glancing to the side at his partner. It felt odd seeing her here, but then again, this was a place for clothes, and as he understood ladies tended to have alot of fashion sense about them. To that end, they seemed to frequent places like this. "Looking for a little stylish pick-me-up too?" he asked, as he began to move forward.
"Hey Nid, do me next!"
"Mmm? Me don't know what pick for Einy." Nid spoke simply, tilting his head to the side. "Girl tastes different, me Boy." he added, as if it was rational justification for why he wouldn't know what would suit her. At this, Gear could only chuckle softly, before reaching to pat his partner on the head. Once he brought the cloak to the front for Regen to ring up for him, she had already stepped out to begin working with Einhorn. Fortunately this wouldn't take too long, as she was quite good with multitasking. She knew she'd have one item to ring up, all the while helping someone else look for something.
"You like that one? I'll give you a discount on it if you bring me some more Tangleloid parts next time you visit AREA JN again. They're finding all sorts of treasures in there. It's a goldmine. Especially with everything growing wild like it is."
"Really? Whoo, thanks! I think we have a mission back at base to head down there anyway in order to retrieve some stuff the staff on-base want. I should have it for you before the day's up in that case." Gear grinned, taking his card out and hoping he still had an adequate Chips balance on it. As he fetched the card, he realized the woman working beside Regen, before he nodded and waved. "Hi there, ma'am. Hope it's been a good day today. The settlement looked pretty lively, so I wouldn't be surprised if there were alot of visitors all throughout the day." he mused, casting a glance outside the store.
"I got a new designer. She's making some light weight shield projectors that look like bracers and anklets right now. Pretty stuff... Though the concept is sound and I used it to work that cape there. Azzie knows her very well..."
"Hm? Is that so? Man, I need to know more people..." he sighed, before shaking his head. "Anyway, you'll be happy to know 'Azzie' is pretty damn diligent when it comes to work. Can't say the same much about me though..." he coughed that last bit quietly. When he wasn't being worked like an overworked Mettool, he tends to find a nice place he could relax at and unwind until he was found or officially summoned for something more than menial work. Once the cloak had been rung up, he turned to leave, until he almost walked face-first into another familiar ally.
“Hello everyone! Enjoying a day off, hmm?”
"Ack, H-Hailfire!? Wow, this place became party central pretty fast..." Gear chuckled nervously nervously, before looking around. Just as quickly as she entered, she already made a beeline for the hewelry that Azhrarn had brought in, which left the entrance free for him to step through. "Alrighty, off to see where the motors take me next. I'll see you folks later!" he called out, stepping out of the store a moment later as he affixed the cloak to himself. Admiring the look for a moment, he grinned and pressed on. "Hmm... Maybe a quick meal..."
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Aug 30 2014, 10:07 PM
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"Looking for a little stylish pick-me-up too?"
"Maybe something not that bulky... these pretty things are nice but you know me. I can't wear alot of heavy armor. I..." she blushed a little. It was true she was built rather lightweight and even though she had the arm and leg strength to lift and brawl, her body armor was set in a way it didn't allow for much extra bulk. She just wouldn't be able to move her limbs that way. "Not really the type to hulk out..." she muttered under her breath.
"Mmm? Me don't know what pick for Einy. Girl tastes different, me Boy."
"Thank you Nini, that was... that was beautiful..." she rubbed her temples, then couldn't help a smile smile, shaking her head. Nini, just like Gigi could be so innocent and obvious. They didn't quite grasp the nuances of human speech and she didn't know if either ever would.
"Given the bracers and anklets, I believe you would end probably like an egyptian one with see through clothes and maybe a forehead circlet of some sort..."
"...I think it may look good on you, if nothing it would be a good change of pace..."
"Well I did raise you to have decent taste, so I agree..." Mira spoke while using a delicate tool to hook a metal clasp onto a piece of jewelry that worked as a force field projector at the same time. Everything had to work on two levels for her, aesthetic, and functional. It was not by chance Azhrarn has such an exotic appearance. She stepped out from behind the counter and held out her arm, letting the small guivre, still more used to flying than walking waddle along her arm until it rested on her shoulder. She chuckled softly and turned to blow it a kiss. "Well hello there... And hello Gear, I see you found one of my capes, it looks good on you."
"By any chances are the stones you said you were going to get and that new underarmor suit you spoke me about arrived yet?"
"Yep, they're in the box in the back, I can go get it for you. Mira, watch the shop?" Regen turned and moved back behind a fabric drape into the storage room and workshop.
Einhorn continued to ponder the attacks though.
"Hopefully she would stay away from the main settlement..."
"...not that given the last news about her an official order to apprehend her, or worse, wouldn't be issued soon..."
Mira spoke as Hailfire entered the shop, allowing for a break in the talk of Petalhoof, though no doubt the attacks lingered in the minds of many.
"Anyway, you'll be happy to know 'Azzie' is pretty damn diligent when it comes to work. Can't say the same much about me though..."
"I hope he isn't working too hard... that would be a crime. I know he needs friends to play with just like anyone else. Thank you for working with him to keep us safe," Mira made a small bow toward Gear, then continued to nuzzle Gigi as he adjusted his perch on her shoulder.
“Hello everyone! Enjoying a day off, hmm?”
"Eh... other than the deliver to the steam plant and no breakfast, I think so. I keep expecting Gene to call with her grocery list. And damn I'm hungry..." Einhorn muttered as Regen came back out and shoved a tray of delicate and polished stones onto the counter. A new selection, and these weren't just any stones, each one could be fashioned for a practical purpose in armor. The store owner beamed as she saw Hailfire. She would be doing good business today.
"Alrighty, off to see where the motors take me next. I'll see you folks later! Hmm... Maybe a quick meal..."
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As he came out of the store, he nearly ran down a rather tall, buxom woman in light body armor. The panels were silver and blue, with the under fabrics stretching over her muscular build in green. She grabbed him by the shoulders, righting him before gazing, her eyes wide into his own. She had been in a hurry and she quickly bend town to pick up a bag, it's contents quickly shoved back inside before Gear would have a chance to look.
"Apologies..." she spoke with the expression still painted on her face. She looked over her shoulder for a moment, then back. It was the small shadowy creature on his shoulder that drew her attention. She seemed curious but almost wary of it. A sound in the distance revealed she had been running from someone though...
"Stop her! She stole my treasure!"
"Move..." she spoke coolly.
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Aug 30 2014, 11:26 PM
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STREETS | LAST CHANCE
"Food go replenish energy from earlier. Missed breakfast, not miss lunch or risk collapsing in fight. Can't make food fight on empty stomach, lowers performance for me." Nid oh so helpfully pointed out to Gear, who looked flatly at his 'shoulder guardian', before sighing. Nid was definitely not afraid of letting him know he did most of the fighting, he only borrowed Gear's body to use as a catalyst. It was this reason, however, he was required to hit the gym or go on missions often to better train his body. One day, he could exert full control over Nightmare Nidhoggr. For now, however, it was a mix.
As he walked, he didn't realize where he was walking and accidentally walked into someone moving quickly in the opposite direction. he stumbled back slightly, groaning, but rubbed his head and shook it off. "Augh..."
"Apologies..."
"It's no problem, ma'am, my fault for not watching where I was going." Gear smiled and prepared to step past her once she was organized. Nid, despite looking to lack eye sensors, still turned his head to look at her with his head tilted for a moment, before he could already see what was happening. It, however, did not concern him or Gear... So he was perfectly willing to let her go. However...
"Stop her! She stole my treasure!"
"Move..."
Realizing there was a robbery, Gear held his arm out tp bar her escape, his other hand moving to clasp to her shoulder. "Sorry, lady, but if you broke the law, you have to answer for it." he admonished her. From the touch, he could feel she was a reploid as well, but he couldn't tell what type. If only he knew... Nid was already preparing for what was going to happen next.
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Aug 31 2014, 08:45 AM
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Dressed to Kill | Last Chance
"Well I did raise you to have decent taste, so I agree..."
"Well hello there... And hello Gear, I see you found one of my capes, it looks good on you."
If there was something one could be sure with Azhrarn's mother, then it was that she never bothered to hide her thoughts when it came to his upbringing. The woman always sounded proud of how she and her husband managed to raise up the reploid almost completely like a human child rather than sending him to a training center and, in Azhrarn's eyes, she felt like being objectively right upon that. Mira was, to an extent, very similar to Gene and there was little wonder when one learned the two had been friend since long or to see how Argent reacted friendly to her.
"I hope he isn't working too hard... that would be a crime. I know he needs friends to play with just like anyone else. Thank you for working with him to keep us safe,"
"Miss Replete said something about me being tougher than what the looks gives out since I'm your son..." Azhrarn felt to point out, while wishing he had some sort of breathing need so he could sigh every now or then. "...granted she sent me on side-quests when it came to the first days of raising Argent, but at least she doesn't perform experiments..." With Mira being a fan and active partecipants at LARPs, the gaming slang was something both mother and son enjoyed to use when between the two of them, something that usually made Mira's more serious minded husband roll eyes as sigh. "But the others were around to help, so not really ended up overworking..."
“Hello everyone! Enjoying a day off, hmm?”
“How lovely!”
"Goodmorning Miss Hydra..." Azhrarn said to Hailfire politely bowing his head, to the veterans he had always looked a little too formally compared to Ein and Gear to express the respect they deserved. It wasn't really hard for the raven-haired reploid to notice Hydra's interest in his craft. "I make them in my free time at the base, if you wont mind waiting a bit if things become busy, I can make some for you as well..." He offered politely to the Mutos. "...you can pick the stone for me to work on, or you can take the Argent Challenge and let him do so... They say he got good tastes anyway..." Azhrarn said giving a glance first to Ein and then to his DNA Metal friend enjoying Mira's attentions perched on her arm.
"Alrighty, off to see where the motors take me next. I'll see you folks later! Hmm... Maybe a quick meal..."
"Enjoy, see you around or later at the base..."
Azhrarn watched at Gear leaving right after Hydra entered with some haste, wondering if the Mutos had involved him in something extravagant as awkward that scared his colleague. Not really something surprising given the unusual mannerism of the, nonetheless good natured, Hailfire. Then, oblivious of what was happening outside, he returned his attention to the others while moving toward Regen and the gemstone trail with a faint hope in his heart that Hydra wasn't to raid it too fast.
Edited by Kayurin, Aug 31 2014, 09:07 AM.
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