HopelessIncubus

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

EMS. I have my EMT. But im having trouble getting into a paramedic program.

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

Been busy eith volunteering and college. Ill get one up soon as well

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

Id post more. But i dont want to just up and ditch blade. Interested in the new mechs

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

As mike fell back a few streets to catch his breath, his headset buzzed in with Aiden's Voice. <I'm out and I'm on my feet. I'm fine.>

<Glad to here it buddy, now get the hell out of here, it's bad enough fighting gears without worrying about accidently stomping on a friendly, I'd never forgive myself!> mike said, thankful he was alive. taking a brief moment, he looked over the full report, before diving into makeshift repair mode. using the touch screen he went over the damaged systems and began forming bypasses, sectioning off beyond repair systems, and bolstering those that were invaluable. overall, despite the armor damage, the only real hit was to the optical camouflage, and a leak in the main coolant tank. routing as much coolant to the reserve as he could, he returned his attention to the battle.

<Roger, form up on me, Nawlin. Let's go huntin'> Mike sighed, before building up to his usual self.

<Aye sir, I was starting to worry we might be done!> the bravado tinting his voice again. <On my way to your position> he said checked the rifle before making his way back to blade, who met him partway. The two of them moved up the street, Prowler jogging as Harlock skated alongside. mike covered his side, switching to blades as they crossed a intersection.
Finally, they found the target. the Imperial Gear had been firebombed. Mike could understand the reasoning, no data to mine, no info except that somehow, the imperials were connected, if only by manufacture. However, the thought of burning Prowler, the machine he worked so hard for, and had taken such a unorthodox deployment for, seemed insane. Prowler was like a first car, you remember it, keep it till it finally dies, and then keep the master key as a keepsake. in either case, the trail was cold.

<-ostile GEARs, not like any we've seen. They're fast, and their armor is-shit!> mike grew suddenly cold at the new transmission. Turning to cover their six.

<so....I suppose it would be too much to hope that these were the amazing future tech gears we were talking about?> he asked grimly as he peered though the rifles sight down the street for any movement.

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

Stumpy's revenge.

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

<Aidan's down, building's on his GEAR!>

those simple words flashed mike back to their prior engagement. the battlefield faded to the mine, his teammates under fire, injured and dead.

"not again." mike whispered as Blade began issuing orders, he heard his name, and "suppressing fire." but mike was focused on Stumpy's arm protruding from the rubble, still gripping the lamppost that had been so oddly effective.

"NEVER AGAIN!" he yelled to himself as the incoming rounds stopped. Prowler turned the corner, and fired into the smoke, the suits sensors highlighting the most likely targeting solution. Sprinting toward the countermeasures, prowler's rifle ran dry, the action clacking empty. Grunting, mike swapped mags, and slung the gun onto prowler's back. the empty magazine rattling on the street as he traded for Prowlers sword.

"Lets see just how advanced you are!" Mike yelled as he flared jets, leaping over the return fire of the gears and into the obscuring smoke and chaff, adding more of his own to make things worse, even his scanners replacing hard locks with questionable ghosts.

"you got rocked by a lamppost!" he continued in his defiance while he swung the chain blade, the internal motor spinning the chain up to speed. "Lets see how you fair against a real melee weapon!" he roared as edge connected with a clang, as the teeth bit, screeching maddeningly as it sheered through metal and polymer.

"TAG you bastard!" he yelled though external speakers before jumping again, drawing his sword back. listening as rounds began to impact towards his wounded prey. He landed not far away, staying in the obscuring agents, utilizing Prowlers speed in the chaos to his advantage.

"I believe I have their attention!" he yelled, voice tinged with malice as he wove through the smoke, swinging at ghosts within his reach. As he dove towards the edge of the ring, he saw the insect like silhouette of an imperial gear trying to break free of the obscuring smoke.

"GET BACK HERE!" he yelled at the suit, firing his shoulder guns at it, the 7.62 rounds sparking on the plate armors surface as he charged at the suit. He grinned as the gear turned towards him, one arm bleeding fluids from a mangled rent in its elbow joint, the other raising an auto cannon at Prowler.

"TO CLOSE FOR THAT!" mike yelled as he angled the verners up, and pulsed the jets, speeding prowler into the target, angled point leveled at the imperials chest.

The imperials shot went wide, but Prowlers sword connected, and several speeding tons of metal drove it deep, teeth digging it deeper as the motor whined beneath the shrieking metal.
The Gears hit the ground, prowler riding atop the skewered gear as the slid together several meters before an impact threw prowler forward and off the motionless suit.

<Shit!, I'm hit!> mike yelped as he urged Prowler to scrabble awkwardly around a corner for cover. briefly looking over the report, it looked like his back armor absorbed most of the damage, prowlers "spine" taking the rest. overall his back armor stood at 50% and structural integrity at 80%

<I'm Good, another imperial down, just need to fall back and get a better attack angle!> he said as he swapped his sword for his rifle again, ducking back a few streets.

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

not my best, but im in.

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

"Ain't it a thing of beauty," the fox said, as mike fought falling to his knees, suddenly, they had a chance.

"Aye sir, I'd worship it every Sunday" he said as he looked to kellia. "hold this for me!" he yelled, as he tossed his satchel with the CBJ in it. "I got my bug out gear anyhow, Good Luck!"

with that, he drew his sidearm, and ran towards his multi-ton safety blanket, hopping onto the knee and hauling himself up with practiced ease. Flopping back first, he slammed the hatch closed, and rotated the lock, the mechanism hissing as the cab pressurized, monitors flaring to life.

"alright!" he laughed, jamming the helmet on his head and flipping a bank of switches up with one hand, tapping on the screen with the other. "COMEON!" he growled as the camera feed started, then the reticule overlay. Muscle bundles tensed, and joints flexed. finally a green smiley face flashed as his suit became mobile.

"Couldn't they have launched them live? or at least booting?!" he grumbled through his mic, as Prowler grabbed for his rifle, finding a 30mm assault carbine in its place.

"hmmm. yeah, I suppose a long rifle would be useless." he sighed as he cycled a round, his gear disengaging the balute system. he took a few moments to ensure his gear was ready, all firearms hot.

with a quick, confused talk with the fire team, blade took off, running a few steps, before gliding away.
"lucky bastard" mike muttered, as he urged prowler to jog after his CO, carbine ready, sensors active. "no doubt they saw us for miles, surprise is gone" he said over the channel. As they advanced towards the imperials, the damage and little care for collateral damage began to dig at mike. it was about that time, he heard the short, tell tale whistle of artillery, they began to hit before he could tell the team.
"Incoming!" he yelled late, as blade began issuing orders. as the group moved forward, the 4 enemy gears spread out, two covering, and two advancing. mike opened fire with his carbine, burst fire lancing at the imperials as he broke left, flaring jets to avoid fire.

"shit, they came to play!" he said to the team, as he dove behind a building. "how do we want to do this?, smart, or bold" he asked blade as he fired a few rounds, and ducked behind the building again. "I could try and flank behind, or we could try and pummel the crap out of the with bullets....they seem to have bigger guns though." he muttered as a burst ripped through the building over prowlers head.

"relocating!" he yelled as he shifted back.

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

id love to post, but I got finals and a crapload of friends moving at once.

ill see if I can get something up, but I may need to auto pilot for a few days.

sorry everyone.

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

"Item Drops?" mike asked as she caught up. "I was asking if he could locate a shady black market dealer and we could drop in" mike said smiling as she pointed to a open jeep.

"good eye!" mike said, hoping in the driver seat. "no offence Doc, recon folk just drive better." he jibbed, a manic grin on his face. "But seriously, we got nothing to take out the bastards" he complained as he searched for the keys.

"no....no....not in the....screw it" he muttered under his breath, before taking out his knife, and prying the steering column off. "how did this go...?" filling through the wires he yanked out a cluster. "this make.....should be....Green 1, and....orange?" he asked no one in particular, as the windshield wipers went off. "nope.....AH!, blue and yellow!" the engine sputtered to live as mike slammed it into drive.

mike looked as they drove past the police department, sighing as SWAT teams equipped with SMGs and carbines piled into vans. "poor saps, they don't have a chance" he wished he could tell them, but A. They wouldn't listen, and B. Carrying a fully automatic weapon, large knife, while driving a stolen vehicle would land him in jail. He shoved the feelings down deep, and hoped they would ignore the jeep, heading towards the danger.

"As I was saying," he said over the engine and wind. "this aint gonna be easy, when we get to blade the jeep here is yours." he motioned to Aiden. "The LDF will try handle the fighting, nothing against women, I know 3 that can kick my ass any day, GEAR or not, but you don't look suited for a gunfight. CURB!"
the engine roared as the jeep bounced up a median, to avoid traffic, thankfully this model had decent ground clearance. "We would appreciate any Intel assistance you can provide during the engagement, and I have no doubt that our superior would like to make your acquaintance, however, first things first, gotta bust some noses!"

The next turn brought blade into view, as mike gunned the jeep over the curb, and brought it to a tortured halt next to blades coupe.

"Got here as fast as we could sir" mike said, taking position to watch the rear, pointing at Kellia. "that's our contact, and she has a scary good Intel guy, knew who we were pretty much instantly." he finished as he took out his borrowed CBJ, and racked the bolt back, scanning his sector.
"...what are we waiting for?"

a rumbling sound made him look up. "....ah, that....I like that"