HopelessIncubus

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

finishing his drink, mike rose and placed the bottle in one of the many 6-pack cases housing similarly empty bottles for recycling, before walking up to the bar again. waiting patiently, he looked among the shelves and finally, on the tap, located his next drink. with a semi-tactful cough mike made his presence known to the bartender, and requested his poison.
"hey, can I get a ginger ale?" mike said. "no ice please"
"ginger ale and what?" the bartender grunted back as he grabbed a glass.
"just the soda please" mike replied, waving off the wall of drinks as the slightly disappointed barkeep poured the soda and handed it to nawlin. taking a sip, he pulled some bills from his pocket, paid the man, and wandered off to the mini jukebox in the corner. the quarter-sized Wurlitzer was apparently a real deal, if budget model, and held a stack of fake CDs for nostalgia sake, the music coming from a hard drive. pressing a button, he spent a while browsing the selectons, muttering and grumbling at the varied selections.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

(sorry, i had/have 2 consecutive finals weeks, one final left. it really vamps my energy, creativity, and ability to stay enthused, im sorry if iv'e caused any issues in my absence.)

Nawlin lined up with the others, opened the cockpit for a breeze, and drank down a canteen, waiting for everyone to show up. During thier arrival, he stayed quiet, letting the newcomers introduce themselves, and offered a professional, if not exactly warm, welcome. while he waited for debrief, he rested, near instantly entering a light sleep as only felines soldiers could. soon enough, it was time to head back into the claw.

The Gear techs immediately tore into Prowlers legs the second it was in its bay, composite ceramic armor carefully stacked between honeycomb cardboard.
"Do you have any clue, any at all, how much stress your legs can take?" the older raccoon snarled as he pulled a PDA from his thigh pocket. "this line is the maximum safe load your rig can take" he said jabbing at a orange dotted line. "while this." he growled. "is the asinine stunt you pulled, flying to the rescue!" he yelled, throwing his arms up. "our SENSORS don't even go that high!" he goaned in frustration.

"i didn't thi-" mike started, only for the raccoon to cut him off.

"yeah, i know, pilots usually don't, specially this outfit, that's why we get paid so well. to help us through the anguish and all that comes with working with you hamfisted ingrates" he smirked as the crew finished the armor and began to inspect the internals. "give us a few hours, it'll be right as rain." the tech said, diving into work himself, as mike sheepishly grabbed his gear and walked to the armory to drop off his weapons and munitions, then to the bar.

walking up to the bar, mike ordered a hard cider, and retired to a corner table, overlooking the entrances to the room. takeing a short pull from the bottle, he nodded those in the bar he knew, and enjoyed the A/C, cold drink, and relative calm.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

sorry, not a long post, but trying to keep up over here. finals are on the way soon, so I don't think my speed will be improving though.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

"Okay team," he called out on the squadron-wide channel. "Y'all heard th' man. Safe weapons and stand down - the exercise is over. Form up on me, and let's head to the field HQ for debrief. Well done, everyone."

Mike sighed in relief as he took Prowler out of training mode, instantaneously the mech seemed to echo mike. muscle bundles relaxed, armor read 100% and the batteries read their real charge of 85%. for some reason mike would never understand, the training mode always read 10% lower then real level. the hitches on prowler's left side dissipated and fluidity returned to the GEAR. holstering and sheathing his weapons, prowler stood, and strode from the forest, hands empty.

"Aye sir, Prowler moving to your position" he said, voice clear, but obviously disappointed at his performance. in all mike was surprised they did as well as they did, their gears, while better quality then most of the opposition in the training, had no heavy, or foot mobile support, and as such were at a disadvantage despite their power. sure their gears could do monsterous damage to the enemy, but a few RPG's would destroy them, say nothing about a modern tank. they did good, but mike still felt like he didn't quite do his best.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

"-All other unit, Report status and position."

Mike sighed as Prowler slowed to a stop and took a knee, a quick diagnostic gave him a rudimentary field report. being stuck in the tree line during the shelling took quite a toll. <Prowler's taken a beating sir, generally the hull is holding at about 65%, batteries are at 75% but the left side is the worst, shoulder joint is stiff as hell, and its got a half hearted limp. all in all, not good, but still moving> he replied, his proximity sensors giving a caution tone. "proximities, one enemy, going silent." Cutting coms and once again adjusting camo, mike crouched and waited for a glimpse of the target. conscious of his "damage" he focused his weight on the good leg, and gripped the pistol with his bad arm, switching the knife to his right.

"come on, I know you're out there" mike muttered to himself as he waited in the brush, getting ready to bum rush his opponent. his only real shot would be to get in close, drive them to the ground, and try to end it quick. he gave a half hearted chuckle. "my luck I get backhanded and blue screened" he muttered as he began to hear the mobile armor advancing on his location, soon he'd test his luck on his future teammate.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Nawlin's glance twitched over to Vanessa and her Gear, noticeing the dust trail. "well, looks like I've been found." he muttered. keying COM to the group as Prowler turned to bring his rifle to bear. <look like they found me, good news is its one of the modern gears> he said, sighting center mass. <engageing.> The rifle roared its challenge as mike slowly snapped shots at the charging enemy, after a few rounds mike stepped back into the brush. "second thought, you come to me" he muttered, the mobile armor shifting till it roughly matched its surroundings.

a few moments later mike had drawn his knife and pistol, and was readying himself for the confrontation when his computer began to wail urgently. "the hell?...oh god." mike flailed for COMs, Prowler sprinting from the flora <SCATTER!, Dump chaff, flares, vent coolent!> mike yelled to the group as the simulated explosion cut his systems temporarily, causing him to stumble for a moment before regaining his stride and visuals. "still moving, still alive" mike muttered prowler recovered.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

sorry guys, and Happy birthday cart! but the back to back midterm weeks really took a toll on me, good news though! next week I go through it all again! :X ill try and keep posting though.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Nawlin jammed his rifle in the crook of a tree and sighted in at the chaos of the outpost. what could damage blades group the most? me mused while his crosshairs alighted on a APC. mike's finger twitched three times, and Prower's rifle discharged three shots, the simulation rounds racing accross the screen to cause the APC to trundle into silence. before the vehicle stopped mike was already in motion. the gear skidded into its next hide, rifle braced against a mound, and its sights locating a troop carrier full of RPG welding soldiers. <Got eyes on RPG's, Left side> mike called to the assault team as he went to work. another trio of shots bound for the carrier as prowler dashed for the next nest, smirking as he watched the now "dead" troops throw their RPGs on the ground and gesture rudely, unsure of his location.

that was when he noticed a cloud of dust and hear the tell tale *whumps* of a large bore mortar. such a thing would decimate the roughriders if they hit anywhere close to them. mike immediately focused on this new threat and settled into a pre-emptive lean to manage the recoil. <High Priority Target located, engaging heavy walker> he muttered to the recon team as he fired a salvo into the dust cloud. any other time it would have been stupid to waste ammo on a concealed target, but when the target has you outgunned, you take what you can get. After emptying the last six rounds from his mag, mike dropped it, and slammed in a fresh 20 round mag of AP rounds as prowler darted for a new hide.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Nawlin followed Raisa, his light Gear keeping up in speed, but lacking some of the agility of hers, despite this, the two made good time. he wasn't expressly happy about the Fox taking over, but there would be a time to bring this up later, if needed. all in all mike engaged optic and thermal camo. as long as he didn't move to much, there was a good chance he would remain unnoticed. sighing, he drew a knife and kept his pistol ready. a scout would be more likely then a bombardment for them anyway.

"got it, keeping watch." he muttered as he slowly shifted periodicly to check a noise or movement, checking his passives periodically. over all it was uneventful, he found the tree he rested against housed a family of feral squirrels, they were less then enthusiastic of his presence, but shut up after he waved at them with one massive hand. little else happened during her scouting, after establishing a simple relay from her radio to his to keep the team informed, he kept his head on a swivel and waited for the signal, enjoying the cool cockpit as the coolant flowed through the machine.

"Nawlin, any problems?"

<negative raisa, not that I can tell> he called, prowlers head tracking movement that mike determined to be a leaf falling.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

tommarow I will be drunk, tonight, I shall be stressed and buried in a text book, ill post when I can guys, sorry.