Grounded - Wastelands

Jack Root wrote:

Jack see's the beacon and sends a Droid E-F459 to...Help.

"Hello my name is E-F459 please stay still.Jack would of done this himself but he has other things to do."
It Turned on It's blowtorch and went to work...Killing Narzos.
"Please don't move you will just make it harder on your self."

Jack, what are you doing.
Jack, seriously.
Jack, seriously.
Jack, STAHP.

Jade Harley wrote:

Jack Root wrote:

Jack see's the beacon and sends a Droid E-F459 to...Help.

"Hello my name is E-F459 please stay still.Jack would of done this himself but he has other things to do."
It Turned on It's blowtorch and went to work...Killing Narzos.
"Please don't move you will just make it harder on your self."

Jack, what are you doing.
Jack, seriously.
Jack, seriously.
Jack, STAHP.

OOC: What does it look like?

Jack Root wrote:

Jade Harley wrote:

Jack Root wrote:

Jack see's the beacon and sends a Droid E-F459 to...Help.

"Hello my name is E-F459 please stay still.Jack would of done this himself but he has other things to do."
It Turned on It's blowtorch and went to work...Killing Narzos.
"Please don't move you will just make it harder on your self."

Jack, what are you doing.
Jack, seriously.
Jack, seriously.
Jack, STAHP.

OOC: What does it look like?

OOC: Making room for me to become the new coms officer.

_Shadowcat_ wrote:

Jack Root wrote:

Jade Harley wrote:

Jack Root wrote:

Jack see's the beacon and sends a Droid E-F459 to...Help.

"Hello my name is E-F459 please stay still.Jack would of done this himself but he has other things to do."
It Turned on It's blowtorch and went to work...Killing Narzos.
"Please don't move you will just make it harder on your self."

Jack, what are you doing.
Jack, seriously.
Jack, seriously.
Jack, STAHP.

OOC: What does it look like?

OOC: Making room for me to become the new coms officer.

"No! Stop that! Get the hell away from me!" Narzos exclaimed as the droid activated it's blowtorch.
Narzos got up and kicked the droid repeatedly.
"STAY THE FUCK DOWN!"
Narzos then ran back to the comm. room and gave a ship wide announcement.
"Jack, get to communications now. I have something for you," A large, evil grin began to spread across his face. Without the much needed rest in his recuperacoon, Narzos was ready to kill.

OOC: Smooth save Jade, While were at it lets throw in that missing battlemech too!

_Shadowcat_ wrote:

OOC: Smooth save Jade, While were at it lets throw in that missing battlemech too!

OOC: No.

BIC: "Ja-ack, just come here to the communications room, I promise it won't hurt," Narzos lieingly said. He had two motives for the murder. A) He tried to kill him with a droid earlier and B) The relaxing sopor slime that soothes his killer instincts has not been administered recently enough, making for a very deadly situation for everyone else, especially those who beleives did him wrong. Then, after he kills Jack and drinks all his blood, he'll move onto the thieving fuckass who took his Blue Rhino. Oh how he's been awaiting the day he'd have an excuse to kill someone.

Strolling to the turret, ya ya ta ta....

"Narzos' speech"

Uh-oh.... It's going homicidal.... Better go hold it down and spit on it till it calms down...

-In Comms room-

"Calm.... DOWN....!" Struggles Pyrrith to hold down the struggling.... Thing....


"GshcshHhhxbfHXFGGXNNKFLGK!" Screams Narzos

-Spitball by Pyrrith-
-Repeat-
-Repeat-

"Agh! My glorious body, covered in owl saliva!"

OOC: Just so you know, the last time I killed someone was a while before I even joined this ship. What's with the spitting on me thing? Is that some sort of weird fetish you have? And in this thread my name is Narzos.

Owl spittle is a well known relaxant

I don't believe you.

Through 30 cm thick, reinforced corundum, the Feles heard a raw, mechanical roar that would have shot terror into any being's bones. He pushed the throttle well past maximum, the acceleration pressed him against the seat as the steady, pounding frequency of the mech's stride increased. Through ten kilometers, the Lamentor kept pace. Rocky terrain leveled into something of a plain. The perfect place.

'Nes slowed and turned the mech, all weapons following his iron gaze. He flipped the safe on the machine's main weapons, twin Gaussian cannons loaded with uranium cored tungsten carbide shells, and waited.

A faint glint of silver in the distance. 'Nes let a shell fly, it crossed the 1/2km in less than 5/100 of a second and buried itself in the terrain 20 meters away from the biomech. The MK-IV continued its approach. His thumb curled around the right trigger as he prepared to fire the second cannon. When the targeting reticle was in the direct center of mass of the object, the cannon fired and sent a round toward the Lamentor. This time, the shell made contact, sending the feral war machine backward 30 meters. Not to 'Nes's surprise, it rose from its depression. Its scarred chestplate was knitting together the hole created by the slug.

The thing was no more than 100 meters away now, and 'Nes threw all the mech had at the tiny figure. Missiles, gun arrays, particle bolts, and lasers did nothing but scratch its self-healing surfaces. At 50 meters, it launched itself at the Gladiator. When the two machines collided, the Lamentor pried apart plates of armor and burrowed into the other.

The cockpit lurched upon impact and 'Nes overrode the remaining safeties surrounding the fusion core. The biomech was tearing into the Gladiator, as if it was taking it's time to strip away the machine, layer by layer. Coolant lines, electrical conduits, pneumatic and hydraulic systems were severed and the mech fell backward, trapping the smaller between it and the ground. The Lamentor burrowed up into the back plates, through the internal structure, and the out of the weakened lower-torso. It stood on the Gladiator and bellowed, announcing its victory, then walked to the window of the cockpit and leaned down, taking a rare pause. It's optical sensor array was mere centimeters from the cracked corundum, looking 'Nes over, mocking it's prey before the final strike. 'Nes leaned up from his seat, making sure that the biomech could see what he was saying.

"I win."

'Nes flushed the core with fuel, destabilizing the fusion reaction.

[OOC: 'Nes could live (eject) or die. I can't decide, so I'll let you guys godmod just a bit.

"Dammit!Why can't you die!"
Jack turned his micback on.
"Pyrrith I'll be over there to help soon just Calm him down."
Addeptis and Proto enter the Hanger.
"Hello guys like said I need some help getting these fighters in order."
Jack said.
"Ok so what do you want us to do?"
Said Proto.
"Well I can fix drones but if you can fix the other Fighters that be a great help."
"But I have to go for a Sec. ok?"
Jack said as he walked to Comm. two Combat Drones poped out to follow him as well as a Healer Drone.

And another swig. And another.

Larsa drank the canisters of fluid within the box methodically, pausing between each sip to let the minimal alcohol content take full effect.

"Stupid trade consortium and their lawss" the Ensign soliloquized.

In his stupor, the technician realized that he had neglected to polarize the ship's windows, as was his duty to do in order to assure the planet's extreme atmosphere did not simply melt the transparisteel and kill all aboard.

"Fek."

As he neared the window, however, he was grasped by the sight of two figures in the distance fighting. They were too big to be indigenous, too small to be of the species they had chased off yesterday. Mech training, perhaps?

Then one of the fighters burst into a massive explosion that engulfed both figures in a large mushroom cloud that spit fire into the surrounding landscape, and a shockwave headed...

"S**t, s**t, s**t!" Larsa yelled as he hurried to finish the task he had bothered getting up to accomplish.

With a reassuring beep, his window and presumably all on the ship turned from transparent to a matte gray, seconds before the shockwave of the nuclear blast rocked the hull of the ship.

The ensign sighed in relief.

Jake was working with the turret and decided to take a short break and walked over to a window to look outside.
Suddenly, there was a huge explosion in the distance, and a mushroom-shaped cloud appeared.
"Wow. That was just.. Awesome."
Then he realized what had just happened.
"Wait a moment, Proto says I can't nuke that creature and now someone else does it? Not fair!"

Prototype stares in disbelief at the scene

"how, nobody can take down one of these on their own, thats never been done"

"This is prototype to all crew' the MK-IV is destroyed"

Prototype noticed that a large portion of the mech ejected before the blast. Nes escaped.

"send a crew on ATVs to investigate the wreckage, Nes could still be alive"

A crew is dispatched to recover the escape pod, Nes is found unconscious, but alive

Upon returning to the ship, Nes is taken straight tithe Medway, his hopes of surviving minimal, but the medical staff are known for working miracles, and they live up to their image.

Nes wakes up surrounded by his fellow crew members, cheering, he is a hero.

"Am I dead?" Nes asks

"no, fortunately, that was a very brave thing you did, but how did you set off an explosion of that scale?" Prototype replies

"simple, I flooded the fusion core"

"what!?, Gladiator fusion cells aren't that big?

"low pressure environment remember"

"you sure it's dead?" Prototype enquires

"did you see the explosion?"

"Yes, it was big, but that could just be the low atmospheric pressure, the intensity of the blast may have been reduced due to the greater expansion"

"Proto, it's dead"

"and you're not?"

"I ejected"

"a nuclear blast of that scale would normally has obliterated you, even if you eject beforehand"

"what do you mean"

"would the Lamentor have been able to react to the situation?"

"I said to it that I had won, then I blew it up, do you doubt my claims?"

"I don't doubt you, I just have to make sure it's dead"

"and what are the chances of it surviving that"

"about 30%, from what I deduce"

"no f***inf way, so there is a 30% chance it is still out there?"

"Perhaps, but it will take a while to repair, and you've probably scared it off"

"good"

"OK everybody, back to work" Prototype shouts


Ten miles away, in the wreckag in the centre of the crater, something is moving, putting itself back together.

Captain Kobialka of Miner #1740 exits warp around Mining planet #87. A quick scan is made and it comes back in less than a tenth of a milisecond; technology that has evolved over 1000 years. Kobialka suspects the usual from his scan: nothing. But he is wrong. It's diferent this time. There is some sort of wreckage from space.

Thinking out loud, Kobialka says, "This is new..."

Three of his crew immediatly walk over and star at the report over his shoulder. One of them lets out a sigh of relief. Just some wreckage. "Sir, do I need to bomb it?"

Kobialka responds, "Go ahead." Then something in the report catches his eye. "WAIT!" The report shows several lifeforms around the wreckage. The computer cannot tell what species they are.

"Sir?"

"DONT FIRE. There are lifeforms. Several."

"One of ours, sir?"

"I'm not sure. They don't look like rebels. The computer doesnt know what they are." Kobialka paces the bridge.

"Sir they are located about 738 clicks from the Tritanium mine. "

Kobialka thinks for a few seconds. Maybe he should leave them alone. He doesnt know who or even what they are. Maybe they are explorers. Maybe they are scouts for the enemy. Maybe they are colonizers, in which case he should send down an envoy to tell them that this is their territory! They all make him nervous. But this is why he commander; to deal with things like this. He makes a decision that feels right for the situation. "Send down a scout mech."

"Yes sir."

And so Miner #1740 remains in orbit and waits.

Kobialka wrote:

Captain Kobialka of Miner #1740 exits warp around Mining planet #87. A quick scan is made and it comes back in less than a tenth of a milisecond; technology that has evolved over 1000 years. Kobialka suspects the usual from his scan: nothing. But he is wrong. It's diferent this time. There is some sort of wreckage from space.

Thinking out loud, Kobialka says, "This is new..."

Three of his crew immediatly walk over and star at the report over his shoulder. One of them lets out a sigh of relief. Just some wreckage. "Sir, do I need to bomb it?"

Kobialka responds, "Go ahead." Then something in the report catches his eye. "WAIT!" The report shows several lifeforms around the wreckage. The computer cannot tell what species they are.

"Sir?"

"DONT FIRE. There are lifeforms. Several."

"One of ours, sir?"

"I'm not sure. They don't look like rebels. The computer doesnt know what they are." Kobialka paces the bridge.

"Sir they are located about 738 clicks from the Tritanium mine. "

Kobialka thinks for a few seconds. Maybe he should leave them alone. He doesnt know who or even what they are. Maybe they are explorers. Maybe they are scouts for the enemy. Maybe they are colonizers, in which case he should send down an envoy to tell them that this is their territory! They all make him nervous. But this is why he commander; to deal with things like this. He makes a decision that feels right for the situation. "Send down a scout mech."

"Yes sir."

And so Miner #1740 remains in orbit and waits.

No!
Everyone who joins the RP in this topic has to be a member of the crew of the crashed spaceship.
Read the OP, this isn´t the diplomatic thread!

o-ukay.

Kobialka wrote:

o-ukay.

OOC: Racath.Find yourself in a crashed pod Outside the Ship.

Jack Root wrote:

Kobialka wrote:

o-ukay.

OOC: Racath.Find yourself in a crashed pod Outside the Ship.

OOC: No, we already have one of those.

catsonmeth wrote:

Jack Root wrote:

Kobialka wrote:

o-ukay.

OOC: Racath.Find yourself in a crashed pod Outside the Ship.

OOC: No, we already have one of those.

Well we can have another btw have you seen Error?

OOC: Wait this may seem random, But who pilots the ship?

someone tell me what OOC means.

Okay I'm joining in!

<Warning. Problem detected in stasus chamber 7.>

Kobialka stumbled out of the chamber, knelt on the floor, and puked. He must have been in there for at least a few months. Where was he? Right. The ship. Something was wrong though. Everything was too bright. He looked up threw a hole in the ceiling. Then he looked back down. Just the sky. Wait. The sky? He looked back up. WHAT THE F*CK. What the hell had happened while he was out? He walked to the bridge and looked out the window. Holy s*it. Had they landed? No they coudnt have. they had crashed! Where were they! He climbed out threw a hole in the side where the metal had been torn open by... something. He climbed to the roof of the ship and looked out over a vast wasteland. Wait. There were people! Other members of the crew! He needed to ask someone what was going on.

Kobialka wrote:

someone tell me what OOC means.

*Face palm* You could have googled it but since i am here now its means "out of character"