MachineSoul

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

I will come up with something tomorrow night

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

"Roger roger!" Aidan replied to Silver and Adrian both and let the weight of his body push into his legs and against the pedals, his GEAR slid forward a few meters on it's wheels. He came to a halt and for a few other GEARs to pass first before he'd find himself a position in the queue; he took a few deep breaths and pushed back the last of the worries out the hatch, it was time again to be on alert, be concentrated and stay frosty. As soon as he was given the green light, the dog pushed the pedals down again, his GEAR accelerating towards the outside world, his body being pushed back against the seat by an unseen force. The artificial muscles protected by the outer titanium alloy panels took most of the shock as soon as the legs hit the ramp and the ground, Aidan barely felt any shaking in his compartment, but he did feel a few Gs as he took a hard turn to fall in line with Adrian. For the most of the ride, the dog relaxed in his seat, he even locked the arms of the vehicle in place and pulled out his own from the linear frames to stretch his torso and once he was far from the safety of the landcruiser, he considered strapping himself with safety belts. His mind drifted into places far from his duty, places that brought a taste of sorrow and absence in his mouth, tastes that made him sick to the stomach. Or it may be that stupid soft drink. His ears open to the chatter on the channel, his eyes on the dirt world in front, Aidan sighed to himself in the struggle to battle against sadness; a few bumps here and there coming from the pedals told him that he was now in a rather rocky region, forcing him to cut a bit of his speed and try to place himself behind his comrade leading the way to their waypoint. At some point he saw Adrian's GEAR turn its to head to him, the dog quickly shoved his left hand into the glove and gave him the OK gesture, completely oblivious to the hare's own grim thoughts.

Soon, the objective was in their sights, motivating Aidan to re-take control of Stumpy's arms; he leaned a little to the right, the GEAR translating the command into a strafe that put some distance between itself and Hyper Saber. The canine was ready to dodge shots, yet, none were fired and Adrian was confident enough to peek over the lip of the hill through the scope of the rifle. Stumpy came to a halt as Adrian commanded, Aidan switching off the wheels to brake slowly without risking to tip over the GEAR; he took a few more careful steps, knowing that no-one would be able to spot his GEAR due to it's height.

"Boss," Aidan called towards the colonel "This is team three, we've reached the target. No enemy activity yet to be spotted, over." After a few moments of waiting, Aidan grew a tad impatient, he hated to not know what's going on.

"Yo, you see anything?" He asked Adrian, shifting his gaze left to right, looking out for any form of enemy activity. "Stay put, I'll check the flanks." He re-engaged the wheels and started to roll along the crest of the hill on Adrian's right, keeping a safe distance from the lip so that he wouldn't be spotted from below. Not finding much, he took a very brief glance over to the mining facility where he found two elements that drawn his attention: the big door being wide open and oh-so-inviting, and, a defunct GEAR stripped of it's components. Returning to Adrian, he had really no clue as what to do yet.

"I don't like that door being so wide open, smells like trouble. And that dead GEAR's not a good sign either. I'm not about to charge into a clumsy trap, I feel a lot safer up here with a cloud of rockets headed towards the camp. Then again, they may have innocents down there. Should get around it and close in from behind?" The canine felt a little pumped and ready to go, yet, there was a pinch of reluctance in him that held him from taking any huge risks or daring maneuvers; being the other half of a team, he couldn't really put his neck out, especially since he's a support unit the whole squad of GEARs, the chopper above and the fire-team aboard depended on. At times, he felt he was extremely limited due to his role, but if it weren't for that thought constantly nagging him, his disregard for his own well-being might bring his life to an abrupt end.

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

Will post tomorrow

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

Posted. Long overdue, I know, but I've been struggling to find time and motivation to finalize the crappy post. I've finally had some time to sit down and wipe the slate clean and rewrite, and in the end, I rediscovered my motivation to continue with this roleplay. For me it's just way too awesome to drop.

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

Aidan nodded his head slowly, his eyes locked on the floor and his mind picturing possible scenarios; he started to rethink about the tactical capabilities of badlands bandits since, like Adrian said, they couldn't pose much of a threat. They weren't northmen, few of them would have any kind of formal training and Aidan knew it. Yet, he could only think of the worst case scenario.

"Yeah, you're right, they're stupid. But stupidy can overwhelm us if there's a lot of them." He said with some concern in his voice. "We'll see."

Then the hare commented on the dog's chioce of food and drink; Aidan shifted his gaze from the floor to Adrian and then at his coke and crackers. For a second he worried about his own digestive system, but he shrugged most of his doubts off and finished the pack of crackers and the seemingly toxic soft drink. But, as a safety measure, Aidan took a quick trip to the latrines before returning to his GEAR; he had to swim through the crowd of military personnel flooding the hangar in order to reach back to his own Dartwing, but lucky for him, it did not cost a lot of time. He still had a few minutes before go-time, yet, he preferred to storm up the ladder latched on the cockpit. Once inside the rather cramped box - which would be considered spacious compared to other GEAR models - the dog reached for the back panel, where he released the lock on the latch securing the DATMK; he rummaged it's insides, only to produce a small bottle holding 50 2mg Imodium pills, popping two of them. If Adrian was right about the drink, the doctor certainly preferred to suffer a slight constipation, rather than having to hold his bowels shut for dear life. With that done, he stowed away the PDW and the handgun, so they would not be a discomfort to him during the mission. He locked his kit back into place and crashed into the seat, which was stuck in a rather uncomfortable setting; he readjusted the seat so that his back was resting in a more comfortable, lower angle. His gaze darted to a pair of skunk ears popping from the lower lip of the cockpit; Aidan tilted his head to the left in confusion and once the pair of ears delicately placed his helmet on the floor, the dog tilted his head in the complete opposite direction. How could he forget about the damn helmet, he didn't know, but may the stars bless skunk-ears for bringing it up to him.

"Yo, thanks!" He blurted, trying to throw a glance at whoever it was. Catching a glimpse of skunk-ears, he determined that it might have been a female.

Aidan slumped back into his seat and initiated the first steps of firing up his GEAR; his fingers twitched back and forth, flipping switches back and forth to perform last second checkups before he'd release himself from the clamps holding the machinery in place. After twisting three more switches, Aidan pushed his thumb into the ignition button and held it there until the GEAR gave off a low hum and the interior lit up; he shut close and locked his cockpit, sealing himself inside the darkness of the chamber lightly speckled with the lights coming up from the buttons. Three seamless monitors lit up around him, showing the world around him through the lenses of the optics installed on the head-like appendage of the vehicle; he turned on his helmet and after two seconds, it synchronized with the GEAR's copmuter and now displayed a complex-looking reticle that followed the movement of his eyes, while remaining within reasonable limits of the monitors. He fitted his upper limbs through the linear frames, aligning his shoulder, elbow and wrist with the articulations of the systems, translating the movement of his own body into the GEAR's own set of limbs; he pushed his fingers into the gloves that would read the very intricate mess of movements his hands were capable of and finally, secured his feet at the pedals. Being in direct control of the vehicle, Aidan pulled the submachine gun-like autocannon latched on the GEAR's torso and pulled the bolt handle just to reveal a 20mm projectile chambered and ready to be fired; he made sure the safety was still on and proceeded to run some quick checkups for the scanners, the computer verbosely confirming that they were fully operational. Finally, he linked himself to the comms and, as expected, the emergency/mayday line would directly connect to him too.

Just then, Ken did a comms check, to which one of the new folk replied quickly, followed by the colonel and Myrina.

"This is Sykes, standing by. Squad, you should check if the emergency line establishes a link to my comms too, it's much easier for me to respond to any unfortunate contingencies on the field." He blurted as he started to micromanage all the tabs tagged with each squad member's name on his HUD, their name highlighting in green when they communicated. "If anyone gets hurt, or even if you just don't feel right, you are to contact me immediately. Heroes don't die of heart attacks, aneurysms or untreated bronchitis."

With a few final checks completed, Aidan relaxed his body and allowed himself to sink into the slightly worn cushions of the pilot seat and closed his eyes. He was ready.

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

I am currently waiting for an opportunity to post, I can't do much in the current situation :\

[MachineSoul] - I, Ninja - [Zamokra41]

{0:00 - 0:56}

As Wulfus approached the main consoles, his eyes caught a sudden change of background coming from the live feed streaming from the suit's helmet, his ears picking up the muscle fibers of the suit contract loudly and jerk against the floor; he only managed to raise his snout to catch Sylas just barely avoiding a crash landing against a large toolbox, his hand slipping but catching the edge afterwards. The readings on the left and right were booming with useful information, Sylas' heart rate and neural activity slightly spiked, which determined a chain reaction throughout the suit which facilitated the wolf's reaction; it seemed that the reflex enhancement systems were already active just a few moments after the suit accommodated with the wolf's neural readings and body frame. The hybrid formed a silly expression, a result from combining shock with fear and amazement and turned his head over to the still-hanging wolf; he blinked twice and thought to throw a rebuke at his test subject, though it would have been useless since he crawled up on the roof. He traced his temples with the tips of his fingers, feeling a small bit of regret; even though he built the suit to be bulletproof and withstand monstrous amounts of punishments, it wasn't idiot-proof. One rough fall combined with a rough, sharp or pointy edge, the suit could be damaged. And the user inside it. Wulfus took a second for himself to calm down and rationalize the minor incident, after all, no one was injured, the suit was still intact and he witnessed one of the experimental systems he made actually work. He crashed into the rather destroyed leather seat in front of the console and huddled closely to the keyboard, the cold air from outside managed to sink in through his fur and the rather thin tank top. Glancing up to the screen, he was wondering just what will Sylas do now, while he started to run some quick check-ups on the suit now that it was online and in usage.

{0:56}

He caught a glimpse of the outside world just above his head, some of the clouds were still looming above their heads, a few drops of falling water bringing news of the incoming rain. He could see Sylas' heartbeats grow in intensity but only slightly, making Wulfus think that the wolf was about to give the suit's acrobatic abilities a whirl.

"Alright, all readings are normal, hydraulics are 98% responsive, visibility is around 82.25% no immediate need for night vision. Neural readers are active and set to a sensibility of 2.15, no need to lower the threshold. Suit integrity is 100% and hopefully it will remain the same 'till to the end of this trial. All muscles are active, the electrical weaving underneath is res- what the. Jävla helvetes!" He yelled as he realized that Sylas was dashing full speed ahead after he crouched down to build up hydraulic pressure in his legs, giving the suited wolf an explosive impulse that darted him forwards.

{1:17}

Wulfus was in shock again, his eyes scrambling all over the data he had displayed on his screens to look for any malfunctions, yet, the suit was loving the treatment. What puzzled him even more was just how would he know how to use the suit, how to unlock the kinetic momentum it was able to deliver? As he witnessed the test subject dashing at an ever growing speed and take a giant leap between rooftops, his heart skipped several beats as he caught a glimpse of the ground below through one of the external cameras. When did he thought this test run would be a good idea? One mistake, the slightest of slips, and his suit would be done for, all of his work compromised and lost in an accident. That and he would get Sylas hurt. But seeing him just go at it as if it was no big deal brought an ever growing grin on his face and with every successful jump and landing, Wulfus would whoop in victory and raise his fists; he could barely believe that his suit was working so damn well during the first run ever, excepting a few minor hiccups that wouldn't affect the run too much. Sure, he spent a lot of time quick-testing every module, every fiber, every little circuit after installing them in the suit, a habit that brought a lot of headaches, frustration and rage, but it was all worth it for the final result. What worried him though was the battery consumption: after a few jumps, a continuous dash and that augmented reflex moment when Sylas nearly missed the window, the battery was down at 81%. He wasn't sure if the suit actually consumed that much or if there was a leak anywhere. He couldn't think too much about solving the problem since he had to keep a close eye on Sylas that was just about to challenge a building a tad too tall for him to actually consider jumping on. Panicked, the folf cursed to himself as he jumped away from the consoles and dashed to the living quarters, looking for a headset to jack in and try to contact the wolf in order to stop him; he just managed to pull the cord of the set hard enough to crash his laptop on the floor and reach the main consoles by the time Sylas used the railing of a fire escape ladder to launch himself upwards and thanks to the momentum he built up, he reached the edge of the roof and pulled himself upwards in a fantastic display of amateur acrobatics. Wulfus gawped at the screen in awe, his glasses edging towards falling off his snout as he watched the live feed of the wolf taking a walk on the roof and admiring the scenery; the hydraulics were doing well, the reflex systems were responsive, but the battery was now at 79% already.

{1:50 - pause}

Hearing Sylas' voice through the comms woke the folf up, putting him back in motion as he tried to install the stupid audio software; luckily, it didn't take long and he dragged the headset on his ears. With that, he activated the external microphone also, catching the live sounds of the outside world: car horns, speeding bikes, a distant alarm, sirens, a chopper somewhere in the distance and predominantly, rain. He finally understood the wolf's sudden reluctance and, with a chuckle, he flipped the mic switch on and patched through.

"Yeah, don't worry about that. Even if it were to come from all directions, the suit is waterproof, unless there's a leakage made by some sort of perforation. I haven't figured a way to reseal any perforations or wounds yet, but I am thinking of creating a smart tissue layer that responds to any from of tear or perforation in it's structure by closing it in by building up against the hole. A challenging concept, but I think I could get it to work at some point. Ah, I should note you, the battery consumption on this prototype is ridiculous and I must solve that issue in a way or another, so I would suggest you return to me before it depletes completely; the suit itself is ineffective without power, you see, it's dependent on the internal batteries and until I find a way to recharge it on the field, I-" His scientific mumbling was suddenly interrupted by the wolf bowing towards the general direction of Wulfus' lab and him muttering an apology. The folf was rather confused at first, but as soon as he saw the wolf turn around and press on with the test, the folf was outraged of Sylas' insubordination. "Vad fan! I told you to return, what are you doing?! Fån!" But it was useless, the wolf seemed to be completely deaf to the scientist's rage. Then it came to him: he did attach the headset OUT jack, but forgot to jack in the mic.

{1:50 - cont.}

He dropped on the floor to look for the mic slot, but there weren't any in the front; when he built the console, he didn't consider he'd ever need to use a microphone while he'd be working on it, leaving only the built-in slot from behind the CPU. He had to cram his body between wires, the multiple CPUs secured on the floor, careful enough not to bump into the desktop or against the dedicated cooling system; he did find the slot, but trying to connect the jack took a whole another effort due to awkward positioning and the slot refusing to accept the jack entirely. After a bit of wrestling and struggling, the mic was in and Wulfus pulled out, managing to bump his head against the desk 'thanks' to his tail getting stuck in wires; he quickly released himself and crawled out as quickly as he could and by the time his attention returned to the consoles, he caught Sylas slip once more. Wulfus froze for one second, his heart skipping a few beats, certainly having a negative effect on his health. As Sylas was still struggling to regain control of the sensible situation, the folf's mind gears started spinning, trying to come up with an emergency safety measure in such situations; why didn't he think that incidents like these were likely to happen, he did not know, but he quickly came up with a possible solution. His fingers were tapping all over the keyboard as he coded a number of command lines that would contract all muscles to 100% and brace against Sylas' body in order to transmit the shock of the slam through the suit, hoping the hydraulics and the muscle fibers would reduce the effect while Sylas' body would remain relatively untouched. He was relieved to see that the wolf came out intact from the ordeal, but still, he had to give him a good lecture: he opened his mouth and the first few words he yelled came right back, nearly launching him off the chair. He realized that something was horribly wrong with the audio software and he had to run a debug procedure, as, no matter how hard he tried to reduce the feedback volume coming from the mic, he could still hear himself pretty loudly while Sylas was still deaf. The debug process took painfully long to finish, Wulfus could only watch in concern how his subject was abusing the suit's ability by completing the most dangerous and life-risking stunts the folf had ever had the chance to witness with his own eyes. Both his and Sylas' heart rates and neural activities were off the charts, but the suit was behaving like a glove for the latter, augmenting every move and balancing hydraulic pressure and muscle constriction/contraction with the wolf's own body motion. While there were a lot of numbers on the screens, Wulfus could easily discern the perfect biotechnological harmony that was taking place. Coincidentally, only by the time when Sylas had victoriously reached the top of the 'scraper the debugging process came to a conclusion.

{2:56 - song ends here}

Up there, on the near-top of the world, Sylas' only companions were the famous winds of Chicago putting the accumulated puddles of rainwater in motion, ripples moved from the north-west down to east; the droplets of water running down on the material of the suit were also pushed away by the wind, the external cameras remained untouched by the water. From up there, the city seemed to be but a dark canvas speckled with mostly orange lights, only the closest buildings were visible enough to identify a blocky silhouette accentuated by red beacons on it's edges. A few more red beacons stood vigil in the near distance, signifying the presence of an antenna tower that had to be avoided by passing helicopters or civilian and law enforcement VTOLs. Completely unaware of the trespasser, the two men standing outside on guard were finally announced that the strike team recovered the targeted object and were on the way; their task now was to secure the LZ on the building nearby that was still under construction. They quickly paired up and checked the distance between them and a safety net installed on the other building a few floors lower that could be reached with a powerful enough leap. The slender of the pair was brave enough to be the first to take the risk, so he dashed across the rooftop and without breaking the momentum he gained, he sprung off the edge and pulled the thin air with his arms to add even more hoist; his jump was spot on, if not a bit overshot and nearly crashing into the solid concrete floor. After the sudden adrenaline rush passed away enough to think clearly again, the operator crawled out of the net and waited for his partner that just landed in the same net; the slingshot effect helped him jump out of the net and land on the floor too, performing a roll afterwards to prevent any damaging stress on his ankles. They immediately made their way to a series of ropes in the middle of the floor dangling from high above; they both grabbed a pair of ropes and quickly identified which one was tied to the weight on the roof and once they attached themselves to them and jerked the ropes once, they found themselves pulled up with a great speed.

All in the meanwhile Wulfus finally patched through, a new icon appearing on Sylas' display in the form of a rectangle containing a question mark, a volume indicator and frequency number, due to it being a direct communication link from the console to the inner computer of the helmet. While at first the sound was choppy, it quickly equalized itself to a bearable rate, if having a very angry scientist yelling straight in your ear would be bearable at any rate. "JAVLA- UGH! What in the hell was that? You nearly died about, what, five times the whole run? When I told you to go on a test run, I did NOT mean to abuse-test it! By the stars, I couldn't have done much from here if you would've slipped; I could just make the whole suit a bombshell to somehow keep your integrity to a certain rate, but you'd still burst open arteries, maybe shatter smaller bones! I-" He took a short break to regather his wits and take a deep breath to calm himself down, even if it was a little. "Letting the very important factor of you dying and ruining my suit aside, from what I could read here, everything worked perfectly: the muscles were above 95% responsive, hydraulic pressure balanced all over even during extreme stress and the reflex systemics worked perfectly even with the theoretic threshold I tuned. You were able to save yourself in those tight situations thanks to them, but if you were on your own, you'd be a meat pancake flattened on the street. Nevertheless..." Wulfus raised his snout from the facepalm and started to chuckle to himself, loud enough to be heard through the line; the chuckle soon turned to laughter. "It works! Oh my god, it actually works! I was so afraid that this suit would end up being a non-functional display thing, but no, it actually runs perfectly! Sylas, damn, thanks for offering, man; I got scared there, but you stressed the suit really hard and it behaved very well, except for one thing: the battery's nearly dead, it's down to 32% and I don't know what the hell's draining it that bad. I think it's best you return here, but it take it easy this time. I don't want you to run out of power while in mid-air- wait. Wait, hold up." The folf squinted his eyes and raised up the volume from the suit's microphone, picking up a weird, hissing sound. "Do you hear that? Like... sounds like a saw... or a hiss? Or a rope?" He then gasped in surprise as he saw something similar to a fur's silhouette suddenly materialize in the far right side of the helmet's cameras. "Sylas! On your right! Hide!" The wolf was cursing to himself, imagining the sever complications of someone actually discovering these two blokes and their cyber-suit antics.

{Loop}

The said silhouette immediately picked up Sylas on his left and in a moment's shock, he nearly dismissed him for being one of the team, maybe a member of the company's top brass; one second later he realized he never saw a suit like that before in his life and, should the top brass decide to join in to supervise the operation, they would have notified them. Shock turned into a mix of fear, confusion and mostly anger as he pulled out a collapsible stun baton from its holster on his right thigh; he couldn't imagine just how this one guy managed to end up there, knowing that these operations are top-secret, but since he was all suited up, it couldn't be just a freak coincidence. He was there to stop them and he with his team could not fail this mission.

"You there! Stop where you are, hands in the air! Who sent you, WHO are you?" He challenged the wolf as he approached him at a careful, but quick enough pace, the stun baton buzzing very slightly with electricity and ready to strike if the situation would turn out bad. His partner just showed up and released himself from the rope and quickly grabbed the stun pistol from it's sheath and radioed in mission control, speaking at a barely audible tone. Thanks to Sylas' suit enhancements, Wulfus could easily pick up what he was whispering.

"MC, this is Fox 2, we have a Code 2 on the El-Zed. Affiliation is unknown, we've never seen someone like this guy before."

The lion raised his hand to halt the luxurious vehicle he was seated in and ordered the driver to turn up the radio louder.

"Requesting permission to neutralize Code 2, over."

"This is MC, permission granted. Make sure Code 2 is Condition 1, do NOT eliminate, I repeat, do NOT eliminate Code 2, do acknowledge."

"Acknowledged."

The lion raised his eyebrows, being genuinely surprised of this incident. He pulled out a device from an inside pocket of his suit and patched in to the mission control frequency.

"MC come in, this is A5. I want a solid visual capture on Code 2, stream it on the following line: 223AB551-13-A5."

And with that, he pulled a personal touch pad from the glove box and quickly connected it to an internal network and accepted the live video stream. He could see the shape of a suited fur, but the suit's design was foreign to him. He knew no opposition to own such a model, if one could call that suit a model at all; it was clearly an original, extremely advanced design, if not experimental. He knew only two companies that could make combat suits like those: his own and ComTech Armory, a company he owned. The shiba bodyguard opened a protective panel from above his head and pulled a monitor through which he could also follow the stream, catching a glimpse of the Code 2 standing right there on the LZ.

"I know no company to own something like that. And it can't be some prankster fool, the location is too isolated for a pure coincidence. Could it be some foreign block that opposes us? Chief?" The shiba turned his head around with a rather concerned expression. The lion though kept his calm and let out a barely audible sigh.

"I know I've seen it somewhere before. But no, it's not someone big, they wouldn't dare to simply jump in the middle of an op. They would try to talk us out of it instead of intervening directly; we'll interrogate him once he's captured, we're bound to pull out something intriguing from him."

The rest of the team was still struggling to reach the roof of the bank, their pace was now forced into a more alert one. The two confronting the intruder were approaching him ever so carefully, the one in front with the stun baton was drawing closer and closer while the one armed with the stun pistol held it in a relaxed position, trusting that his burly partner could put down the SOB. He thought of placing himself behind cover, but there was little to nothing on the roof: a few steel beams that would support the next floor, a few ropes here and there, one or two concrete walls that were out of reach and that was it. Water pooled on the concrete floor, the rain had it steadily growing and the wind moving it to the east, against them; the rain wasn't doing good to the stun baton either, sparks and crackles would come from it as water drops came in contact with the electrified rod. Without a warning, he charged at Sylas preparing to strike the Code 2 somewhere on his sides, a blow that could easily break someone's ribs; he wouldn't know of the suit's raised toughness, as these two did not seem to be equipped with any special gear, as they were suited in some sort of overalls fight for night operations, their faces covered with what seemed to be light combat helmets and a gas mask. Wulfus cringed as the man was preparing to assault Sylas, fearing for his life and the suit's integrity.

"Sylas, run! Don't just stand there, do something!"

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

Dealyed post, felt sick for a few days. Also, posting from a phone is an absolute nightmare

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

The dog lost track of time for a little while as his brain constructed a soothing pattern of the ever so annoying crunching sounds of him eating those crackers. At some point, his absent-minded state was interrupted by a stranger's voice calling him a "battle buddy", forcing a jerk from Aidan's head as he tried to identify who was calling for him. He quickly identified Adrian slumping down on a seat across the table; the doctor noticed his rather defensive attitude towards him, but he considered not to investigate it yet. It would most likely distance the hare even more.

"Hey, friend!" he casually greeted Adrian with a quick smirk. His attention shifted from the hare to his crackes and then back to Adrian. As he started to speak about his take on the situation at hand, Aidan leaned in his head to pay close attention, his eyes pinned to the ground. Every now and then he'd nod his head as a form of courtesy, to show Adrian he was listening and paying attention to him. He took mental notes of Adrian's strategies and processed them through, trying to come up with suggestions and ideas of his own; by the time the hare was done, Aidan shifted himself on the table to prevent his right leg from going asleep and chuckled lightly.

"Good thinking, it'salways nice to have someone smart on your team. Hm?" he gestured to his packet of crackers and extended his arm to offer them to Adrian. "Want some?"

He chewed some more on Adrian's words and swallowed them down with a couple of chugs of coke, finally coming with a few words.

"Well, if push comes to shove, I could tear the mining building a new one with my scramble rockets; maybe I can level a few sectors to the ground, some of those structural pylons looked a bit weak. But things could get severely complicated in case those guys got creative and took prisoners; if that's the case, I guess we pull out and dick around while the convoy gets tortured and raped- oh, sorry, I meant to say: we wait for orders.

Either way, you have a strong point: we will be the first to be spotted if they took advantage of their... uh, advantage. They will open fire at some point, we get pinned down if we don't put a move on immediately. Where dowe move? Pull back and lose the momentum, go sideways and risk getting separated and picked individually, charge in and face face a CQC situation, or at best, some breathing space since they wouldn' expect two nutters to push forward? Gah, I'm waaay overthinking this. I just hope everything runs smoothly and that we get to shoot some ass without us getting hit." He concluded with a mild frown.

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

@Aristo I've seen dozens of boxes with that game where I live, I was sooo tempted to try it out. Is it good? And on that note, does anyone play DUST Tactics? WWII with mechs :P

Also, I'm not sure if I should post a reply to Ram right now or wait for other players to write stuff