mattmanganon said
I can't wait for Eziquiel to make Starscream his bitch...
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http://aliens.wikia.com/wiki/Energon
This source seems to think you can. At least, one can supplement the energon to make it last longer.
In Fall of Cybertron, Shockwave managed to build a one-way Space Bridge to earth. I believe other continuities call it a transwarp drive. Which, so I've read, can be mounted on ships. But, the Nemesis never had one of those..But, you know, hopefully someone will trade some supplies for FTL tech.
I was not aware of that. I've never watched Battlestar Galactica. The Decepticons could probably do their deception thing and get away with it, at least for awhile. Perhaps they're organic giants who require mechanized suits to survive? I dunno. I'll try to think of something. Inter-ship drama makes for a good story anyway.
|Ship Name: The Ark
|Universe of Origin: Transformers
|Method of Transfer (inc. damage sustained during transfer/current supplies): Destabilized Space Bridge jump.
|Danged sustained: Before transfer: Nineteen Decepticon boarding claws punctured the Ark’s hull. Emergency blast sealant applied to all nineteen areas. This is only a temporary measure, and will not last as long as the rest of the Ark’s hull if put under pressure.
Twenty five Autobot Seekers destroyed during dog fighting with Decepticon forces.
Twenty six Autobot soldiers sacrificed themselves while fighting off Decepticons boarding the Ark.
Hull sustained damage from enemy broad side fire. No significant loss of hull integrity detected. It is believed that the Decepticons were attempting to take control of the Ark, and not destroy it.
Engines partly sabotaged by Decepticon boarders. Starboard most engine had it’s systems overloaded. Automated restart will take ten to twenty minutes.
After transfer: Portside engine sustained hull damage. Plasma leak detected in that area.
Pulse Cannon -9 is offline. Power was overloaded by the jump. Automated restart will take five to ten minutes.
|Current supplies: The Energon stores, if used only for the engines and gravity, will last two months. If combat is ever necessary, or Teletraan-1 is ever activated, Energon will be drained quickly.
Three Energon Converters were taken from Cybertron, and remain undamaged from the attack and the transfer.
Teletraan-1’s systems are undamaged and operational.
Spare parts and repair equipment are in abundance. Supply will not run out for 1 year, 7 months, if used heavily.
|Ship Specifications: (armament, dimensions, shielding, transporters, etc)
Length: 1130m
Width: 1200m
Height: 105m
16 Particle Combustion Cannons (Spread out for maximum coverage)
16 Laser Emitters (Spread out for maximum coverage)
24 Point Defense Lasers (Spread out for maximum coverage
10 Pulse Cannons (5 on each side of the Ark)
Force Shield Generator (Taken from the Vaults of Iacon, jerry-rigged onto the hull of the Ark)
Advanced Energon Propulsion Engines
Modified Deep Space Scanners
|Crew: 249 Autobot survived the Nemesis’s attack on the Ark. Forty-nine of these are of the Seeker variant. (Seekers being the flyer models)
+Name: Optimus Prime
+Job: Leader of the Autobots/Captain of the Ark
+Description: Optimus Prime was the last born of the original Thirteen Transformers. His spark was the most like their progenitor Primus, its frequency nearly identical. He was the mediator and visionary of the group, passing among them all as a calm, inspiring, thoughtful, unifying and well-liked friend. It was his unique spark and his inspiring reassurance that "All are One" that allowed the Primes to rally and succeed in their battle against the Chaos Bringer Unicron. When tragedy at last ended the era of the Primes and brought forth the new race of lesser descendant Transformers he alone chose to be reborn in the Well of All Sparks as one of them, that he might know them and their needs more completely.
All memory of his past life gone, he took the name Orion Pax and sought his way like any other robot on the new world. Eventually he found his place as a simple data clerk, satisfied with his job. He was always anxious of the inequality amongst cybertronians and thus, after gaining inspiration from an outspoken gladiator named Megatron's call for an upheaval of Cybertron's society, took a stand to rid the oppressive caste system which hindered the freedom of all the sentient beings on Cybertron.
Little did he realize that his instructor, the master archivist Alpha Trion, was also one of the Thirteen and knew of the secret within the data clerk. Once Pax and Megatron discovered they did not have as much in common as they once believed, the lowly data clerk was promoted by the High Council to be the next Prime. With the claiming of the Matrix of Leadership Orion Pax became Optimus Prime once more, regaining his memory and rising to lead his people.
Over the centuries, loss and war have led Optimus to appear stern and serious to most. But scratch the surface, and you'll find an individual who greatly cares for his fellow living beings, with a warmth and kindness his closest friends can rely on. You'll also find regret over the loss of a comrade to darkness, and the faintest glimmer of hope that he can be saved.
+Name: Ultra Magnus
+Job: Second in Command
+Description: Ultra Magnus is the hammer-wielding commander of the Wreckers, and one of Optimus Prime's closest lieutenants. He's more than capable of whipping even the worst disarray into military discipline, though he can get rather hung-up on protocol.
+Name: Bumblebee
+Job: Highly skilled scout
+Description: Bumblebee is a young and eager Autobot, part of the last generation to be created before the loss of the AllSpark. He's full of energy and determination to do the right thing, and can always be counted on to volunteer for action. His small size matched with his impressive speed makes him an excellent scout and messenger.
During the Great War, Bumblebee was captured at Tyger Pax. The interrogation by Megatron was brutal, but he was later found by Ratchet, who saved his life, though his voice box damaged beyond repair.
+Name: Ironhide
+Job: Venerable Squad Leader
+Description: Ironhide is a battle hardened veteran, one of the toughest amongst the Autobots. As one of Optimus' oldest and closest friends, Ironhide saw the great potential within Optimus to be more than what he allowed himself to be.
+Name: Ratchet
+Job: Chief Medical Officer
+Description: he Autobots' medical officer, Ratchet has a dry wit, often giving his wounded comrades a hard time for taking hits he somehow avoids. With the Energon supplies becoming less and less, he works to find new ways to make do with the resources on hand.
Optimus Prime's best friend, you'd be hard-pressed to find another Autobot who loves his leader as much as he does. Yet this is not to say Ratchet has blind faith in him; Ratchet resents Optimus' lack of action over the years regarding ending the war and many missed chances to kill Megatron. He's as flawed as anyone else, and a huge vice is his Cybertronian pride. At least once, it's nearly cost him the life of a friend. Furthermore, his grief for his destroyed home world is what drives him. He didn't take the loss of Cybertron very well, and would do almost anything to get it back some day.
+Name: Cosmos
+Job: Aerial Reconnaissance and Transportation
+Description: Cosmos is one of the few Cybertronians with the Juggernaut class body type. He’s able to transform into an advanced scout, designed for deep space exploration. He comes equipped with stealth systems; both visual and radar based, and is able to carry a crew of six average sized Cybertronians. Cosmos is a stoic and patriotic individual, willing to do whatever it takes to complete his mission and keep his fellow Autobots safe.
+Name: Jetfire
+Job: Scientist/Second in Command of Aerialbots
+Description: Jetfire is a dedicated scientist whose personal upgrades to his chassis have made him the fastest Autobot on Cybertron. He has a strong moral compass, which led to his falling-out with his friend Starscream, and does not believe in gray areas when making major decisions. He leads the Aerialbots (Autobot Seekers) whenever Silverbolt is indisposed.
+Name: Silverbolt
+Job: Aerialbot Commander
+Description: Silverbolt is one of the bravest of the Autobots. He cares more for his friends than himself, and as a true believer in the Autobot cause, he would gladly sacrifice himself to protect them. His skill in air-to-air dog fighting is unmatched in the Autobot ranks, and has shown to be able to give even Starscream a run for his money.
+Name: Preceptor
+Job: Chief Science Officer
+Description: Perceptor is a dedicated astronomer and physicist, and he is not interested at all in the mystical or supernatural. There's a paradox named after him, presumably one he theorized. Distant and antisocial, Perceptor speaks with a bluntness befitting a scientist.
+Name: Grimlock
+Job: Leader of the Lightning Strike Coalition Force
+Description: Grimlock is a wild card among the Autobots. Huge and powerful, he is also ego-maniacal, impatient and willful. He views Optimus Prime as a weak leader, too afraid to make the tough calls and act on instinct. As such Grimlock is more than ready to disobey orders if he thinks the ends will justify the means. His one obvious redeeming feature is his attachment to his team. As leader of the Lightning Strike Coalition Force, he has gathered together a group of similar minded individuals he would do anything for. Together they handle the jobs the Autobots don't have the stomach for.
Shockwave's experiments not only granted Grimlock a new alternate form, but increased his power tenfold. Unfortunately this was at the cost of his intelligence. While he is far from stupid, Shockwave's experiments have made it more difficult for the former field commander to think rationally and made his already prominent rage issues all the more severe. Fortunately his team, reborn as the Dinobots, has become more tight-knit than ever. Together they are helping overcome his disgust at what Shockwave has done to him and see the advantages of his new power.
(I could name far more of the Autobots, however I want to get this up before the end of time. I'll add them to this thread when they're mentioned in an IC post)
|Universe of Origin: Transformers
|Method of Transfer (inc. damage sustained during transfer/current supplies): Destabilized Space Bridge jump.
|Danged sustained: Before transfer: Nineteen Decepticon boarding claws punctured the Ark’s hull. Emergency blast sealant applied to all nineteen areas. This is only a temporary measure, and will not last as long as the rest of the Ark’s hull if put under pressure.
Twenty five Autobot Seekers destroyed during dog fighting with Decepticon forces.
Twenty six Autobot soldiers sacrificed themselves while fighting off Decepticons boarding the Ark.
Hull sustained damage from enemy broad side fire. No significant loss of hull integrity detected. It is believed that the Decepticons were attempting to take control of the Ark, and not destroy it.
Engines partly sabotaged by Decepticon boarders. Starboard most engine had it’s systems overloaded. Automated restart will take ten to twenty minutes.
After transfer: Portside engine sustained hull damage. Plasma leak detected in that area.
Pulse Cannon -9 is offline. Power was overloaded by the jump. Automated restart will take five to ten minutes.
|Current supplies: The Energon stores, if used only for the engines and gravity, will last two months. If combat is ever necessary, or Teletraan-1 is ever activated, Energon will be drained quickly.
Three Energon Converters were taken from Cybertron, and remain undamaged from the attack and the transfer.
Teletraan-1’s systems are undamaged and operational.
Spare parts and repair equipment are in abundance. Supply will not run out for 1 year, 7 months, if used heavily.
|Ship Specifications: (armament, dimensions, shielding, transporters, etc)
Length: 1130m
Width: 1200m
Height: 105m
16 Particle Combustion Cannons (Spread out for maximum coverage)
16 Laser Emitters (Spread out for maximum coverage)
24 Point Defense Lasers (Spread out for maximum coverage
10 Pulse Cannons (5 on each side of the Ark)
Force Shield Generator (Taken from the Vaults of Iacon, jerry-rigged onto the hull of the Ark)
Advanced Energon Propulsion Engines
Modified Deep Space Scanners
|Crew: 249 Autobot survived the Nemesis’s attack on the Ark. Forty-nine of these are of the Seeker variant. (Seekers being the flyer models)
+Name: Optimus Prime
+Job: Leader of the Autobots/Captain of the Ark
+Description: Optimus Prime was the last born of the original Thirteen Transformers. His spark was the most like their progenitor Primus, its frequency nearly identical. He was the mediator and visionary of the group, passing among them all as a calm, inspiring, thoughtful, unifying and well-liked friend. It was his unique spark and his inspiring reassurance that "All are One" that allowed the Primes to rally and succeed in their battle against the Chaos Bringer Unicron. When tragedy at last ended the era of the Primes and brought forth the new race of lesser descendant Transformers he alone chose to be reborn in the Well of All Sparks as one of them, that he might know them and their needs more completely.
All memory of his past life gone, he took the name Orion Pax and sought his way like any other robot on the new world. Eventually he found his place as a simple data clerk, satisfied with his job. He was always anxious of the inequality amongst cybertronians and thus, after gaining inspiration from an outspoken gladiator named Megatron's call for an upheaval of Cybertron's society, took a stand to rid the oppressive caste system which hindered the freedom of all the sentient beings on Cybertron.
Little did he realize that his instructor, the master archivist Alpha Trion, was also one of the Thirteen and knew of the secret within the data clerk. Once Pax and Megatron discovered they did not have as much in common as they once believed, the lowly data clerk was promoted by the High Council to be the next Prime. With the claiming of the Matrix of Leadership Orion Pax became Optimus Prime once more, regaining his memory and rising to lead his people.
Over the centuries, loss and war have led Optimus to appear stern and serious to most. But scratch the surface, and you'll find an individual who greatly cares for his fellow living beings, with a warmth and kindness his closest friends can rely on. You'll also find regret over the loss of a comrade to darkness, and the faintest glimmer of hope that he can be saved.
+Name: Ultra Magnus
+Job: Second in Command
+Description: Ultra Magnus is the hammer-wielding commander of the Wreckers, and one of Optimus Prime's closest lieutenants. He's more than capable of whipping even the worst disarray into military discipline, though he can get rather hung-up on protocol.
+Name: Bumblebee
+Job: Highly skilled scout
+Description: Bumblebee is a young and eager Autobot, part of the last generation to be created before the loss of the AllSpark. He's full of energy and determination to do the right thing, and can always be counted on to volunteer for action. His small size matched with his impressive speed makes him an excellent scout and messenger.
During the Great War, Bumblebee was captured at Tyger Pax. The interrogation by Megatron was brutal, but he was later found by Ratchet, who saved his life, though his voice box damaged beyond repair.
+Name: Ironhide
+Job: Venerable Squad Leader
+Description: Ironhide is a battle hardened veteran, one of the toughest amongst the Autobots. As one of Optimus' oldest and closest friends, Ironhide saw the great potential within Optimus to be more than what he allowed himself to be.
+Name: Ratchet
+Job: Chief Medical Officer
+Description: he Autobots' medical officer, Ratchet has a dry wit, often giving his wounded comrades a hard time for taking hits he somehow avoids. With the Energon supplies becoming less and less, he works to find new ways to make do with the resources on hand.
Optimus Prime's best friend, you'd be hard-pressed to find another Autobot who loves his leader as much as he does. Yet this is not to say Ratchet has blind faith in him; Ratchet resents Optimus' lack of action over the years regarding ending the war and many missed chances to kill Megatron. He's as flawed as anyone else, and a huge vice is his Cybertronian pride. At least once, it's nearly cost him the life of a friend. Furthermore, his grief for his destroyed home world is what drives him. He didn't take the loss of Cybertron very well, and would do almost anything to get it back some day.
+Name: Cosmos
+Job: Aerial Reconnaissance and Transportation
+Description: Cosmos is one of the few Cybertronians with the Juggernaut class body type. He’s able to transform into an advanced scout, designed for deep space exploration. He comes equipped with stealth systems; both visual and radar based, and is able to carry a crew of six average sized Cybertronians. Cosmos is a stoic and patriotic individual, willing to do whatever it takes to complete his mission and keep his fellow Autobots safe.
+Name: Jetfire
+Job: Scientist/Second in Command of Aerialbots
+Description: Jetfire is a dedicated scientist whose personal upgrades to his chassis have made him the fastest Autobot on Cybertron. He has a strong moral compass, which led to his falling-out with his friend Starscream, and does not believe in gray areas when making major decisions. He leads the Aerialbots (Autobot Seekers) whenever Silverbolt is indisposed.
+Name: Silverbolt
+Job: Aerialbot Commander
+Description: Silverbolt is one of the bravest of the Autobots. He cares more for his friends than himself, and as a true believer in the Autobot cause, he would gladly sacrifice himself to protect them. His skill in air-to-air dog fighting is unmatched in the Autobot ranks, and has shown to be able to give even Starscream a run for his money.
+Name: Preceptor
+Job: Chief Science Officer
+Description: Perceptor is a dedicated astronomer and physicist, and he is not interested at all in the mystical or supernatural. There's a paradox named after him, presumably one he theorized. Distant and antisocial, Perceptor speaks with a bluntness befitting a scientist.
+Name: Grimlock
+Job: Leader of the Lightning Strike Coalition Force
+Description: Grimlock is a wild card among the Autobots. Huge and powerful, he is also ego-maniacal, impatient and willful. He views Optimus Prime as a weak leader, too afraid to make the tough calls and act on instinct. As such Grimlock is more than ready to disobey orders if he thinks the ends will justify the means. His one obvious redeeming feature is his attachment to his team. As leader of the Lightning Strike Coalition Force, he has gathered together a group of similar minded individuals he would do anything for. Together they handle the jobs the Autobots don't have the stomach for.
Shockwave's experiments not only granted Grimlock a new alternate form, but increased his power tenfold. Unfortunately this was at the cost of his intelligence. While he is far from stupid, Shockwave's experiments have made it more difficult for the former field commander to think rationally and made his already prominent rage issues all the more severe. Fortunately his team, reborn as the Dinobots, has become more tight-knit than ever. Together they are helping overcome his disgust at what Shockwave has done to him and see the advantages of his new power.
(I could name far more of the Autobots, however I want to get this up before the end of time. I'll add them to this thread when they're mentioned in an IC post)
First off:
Nice to see ya again Raidne!
Second off: I've got a couple of questions.
Regarding ships that we're allowed to bring...Should they be OC, based on specifications of others ships from the chosen universe, with its own original crew to compliment it? Or could one use a canonical ship with canon characters? (I ask, because I was looking at using a ship from Transformers. But upon further study, there's little to no specifications on ship classes or types. The only ships with any detail to them are the Nemesis and the Ark, as far as I can tell.)
Another question. If the universe we choose has multiple continuities, are we allowed to pick one we desire, or should we only use the main canon?
Nice to see ya again Raidne!
Second off: I've got a couple of questions.
Regarding ships that we're allowed to bring...Should they be OC, based on specifications of others ships from the chosen universe, with its own original crew to compliment it? Or could one use a canonical ship with canon characters? (I ask, because I was looking at using a ship from Transformers. But upon further study, there's little to no specifications on ship classes or types. The only ships with any detail to them are the Nemesis and the Ark, as far as I can tell.)
Another question. If the universe we choose has multiple continuities, are we allowed to pick one we desire, or should we only use the main canon?
It was an unusually quiet morning in Brisbane. The sun had just started to come up, and the fog had rolled in from the south and encompassed the streets of the third most populous city in all of Australia. General Barton McBride watched the sunrise from one of the taller skyscrapers in the city. The city was already starting to wake up, and the early morning traffic was beginning to form down below. McBride felt a light tap on his shoulder, and a sigh found itself escaping his mouth. The General spun around in his swivel chair and turned back towards his desk. To Barton’s left stood his personal secretary, Miss Taylor White. She had the same patient look she always did on her face. Barton raised his coffee mug up to his round, cleanly shaven face and took a sip.”Yes, Miss White?” Barton asked, his voice rather agitated. What did she need at this hour? The general had only just arrived a few minutes ago and started his morning routine.
“I’m sorry to bother you sir, I know you like to be alone around now, but it’s urgent. Doctor Andrews is waiting outside. He says he has something you need to see. I asked what it was, but he said it was classified.” The small, dark skinned secretary explained.”Let the doctor in.” McBride answered a solemn look crossing over his face. Doctor Andrews was the head of Project Steel Cobras.
Andrews watched in, bowing his head and muttering a thank you to Miss White as she left the room simultaneously. Andrews was bald, and looked to be Indian. He always avoided telling if he was native to India or not. Barton didn’t exactly trust the man, but Andrews kept tight lipped about the project. Or so Barton’s man who had been following Andrews informed the general.
“I have the recording, as well as the results, of the Steel Cobras’ first field test.” Andrews said. The two men shook hands before taking their seats.”Show me, then.” The general put a hand through his white, thinning hair. The fact that he still had hair frankly amazed McBride’s wife.
The doctor nodded, holding up a file filled with papers. He tossed it across the desk, and it landed with a quiet thud in front of the general. Barton put a pair of reading glasses on and opened the folder. He began to read.
///Project: STEEL COBRAS///
MISSION DESIGNATION: GEARM174-62
STAGE OF DEVELOPMENT – PHASE III; FIRST FIELD TEST
The night sky shown brightly with the light of thousands of stars; the moon was beginning to come into view over the top of a mountain range. The deep rumbling of a small convoy of three armored vehicles echoed over the vast desert that surrounded the lone road the vehicles travelled on. A grouping of lights could be seen up ahead in the desert sands. Inside the lead vehicle, the eight commandos belonging to Dagger squad were filled with anticipation, as their first combat mission was about to begin.
“…And that’s when I smashed a beer bottle into his face!” The large African-Australian said in his booming voice, before bursting out into hardy laughter. The other five men in the back of the AATV-24 (Australian equivalent to a BTR-40) joined in, and the noise of the engine was drowned out by their laughter.”When are you ever going to stop getting into trouble, Hercules?” A wiry-built Caucasian next to Hercules asked with a grin on his voice.”The next time you hit up a gym, Odysseus, I’ll think about it.” Hercules responded.”You could just say never and give the guy a break.” A golden haired, blue eyed, well-built commando jested.”Don’t you have some make-up to put on, Pretty boy?” Hercules said.”It’s Perseus to you, bud. Only the ladies can call me that.”
A dark haired, fair skinned soldier who had thus far been rather quiet scoffed.”These codenames are ridiculous. Why can’t we just use our real names?” The man next to him nudged him with his elbow.”Come on. You’re the only one with a normal name here, Jason. What kind of name is Cadmus? I’ve never even heard of the guy.” Cadmus fixed his helmet over his graying black hair, snapping it back on. Meanwhile Orpheus, the youngest of the commandos, was busy fiddling with his StG 58 (IRL Australian weapon based on FN FAL), checking over its firing mechanism multiple times.”What’s wrong, Orpheus? Scared?” Hercules mocked the younger soldier.”No. I’m making sure my weapon works. I’d tell you to, but your accuracy score was so low it’d be a waste of time.” Orpheus snapped back, grinning.”You scored double the second best shot in Australia. Everyone’s score is low compared to yours.” Cadmus reminded.
“Heads up, boys. We’re getting close. You know the plan, but I’ll go over it again, because I know you’ll all want to start shooting the minute we get out there: These rebels think we’re here to escort the diplomat who’s suppose to be bringing them an amnesty. Heh, fat chance. We’re going to start shooting once we get into the middle of their compound. Let Commander Achilles give the order before you fire, alright?” A woman’s voice from the front of the vehicle interrupted the commandos and their antics.”You got it, Sub-commander.” “Sure thing, Atalanta.” “Anybody see my magazine? I dropped it..”
“Get on that turret, Atalanta.” The gruff voice of the commander ordered. Achilles scratched the large scar that went across his throat as he drove the WATV-24 into the enemy camp. Atalanta did as she was told, and stood up in the turret, taking hold of the .50 cal. The convoy came to a stop, right in the middle of the camp. They positioned the vehicles so that it looked as if they would be leaving the armored transports and entering the command tent immediately behind them.”This is Commander Achilles. Begin departure. Vehicles are to provide covering fire.” Immediately, the three .50 caliber guns from the transports started to light up onlookers and guards alike. A siren started to go off as the troops filed out of their transports and split into their respective fireteams.
Hercules was the first out of the front vehicle, heaving a AMG-30 (Similar to the M60, but made locally) onto his hip and firing bursts into any rebels who came out of hiding. Right behind him was Cadmus, holding a ballistic shield and a ASM-2 (Australian made SMG, similar to the IRL MP series). The rest of the squad quickly formed up behind them, except for Atalanta, who was going to stay on the gun turret for the duration of the mission. The team began it’s sweep..
A few miles to the south of Canberra, Australia
The Governor-General’s mansion was usually a quiet place. This was where the Chapman family lived, and it was a peaceful existence most days. But today was not most days. Mark sat in his office, along with thirty or so politically influential members of the Australian government. Oh, and the news crews occupied their own portion of the room too. Mark was seated at his desk, his eyes darting over the letter again and again. He couldn’t contain the joy on his face. He’d finally get the chance to visit London, after all these years. He was the only one in the room with the luxury of sitting. Everyone else had to stand.
Beside the Governor-General stood Prime Minister Mary Crakenthrope, who was reading over Chapman’s shoulder. She looked just as pleased as the Governor-General. “Mister Regis, I need a paper and something to write with.” Chapman ordered. A secretary brought over a quill and a piece of paper. Chapman wrote his short reply to the invitation:
I accept your invitation, Prime Minister. I will be leaving for London as soon as physically possible.
Sincerely,
Governor-General Mark Chapman
“Ready my car, Mister Regis. I want a private ship for my family, staff, and I ready five minutes ago. Contact Admiral Crickett, and see if you can get us an escort from the Royal Australian Navy.” The secretary nodded furiously, and ran off to do as he was told. Mark stood up, and put an arm around the Prime Minister as photos were snapped of them.”We’re making history here, Mary. Mark my words, this is our legacy.”
“I’m sorry to bother you sir, I know you like to be alone around now, but it’s urgent. Doctor Andrews is waiting outside. He says he has something you need to see. I asked what it was, but he said it was classified.” The small, dark skinned secretary explained.”Let the doctor in.” McBride answered a solemn look crossing over his face. Doctor Andrews was the head of Project Steel Cobras.
Andrews watched in, bowing his head and muttering a thank you to Miss White as she left the room simultaneously. Andrews was bald, and looked to be Indian. He always avoided telling if he was native to India or not. Barton didn’t exactly trust the man, but Andrews kept tight lipped about the project. Or so Barton’s man who had been following Andrews informed the general.
“I have the recording, as well as the results, of the Steel Cobras’ first field test.” Andrews said. The two men shook hands before taking their seats.”Show me, then.” The general put a hand through his white, thinning hair. The fact that he still had hair frankly amazed McBride’s wife.
The doctor nodded, holding up a file filled with papers. He tossed it across the desk, and it landed with a quiet thud in front of the general. Barton put a pair of reading glasses on and opened the folder. He began to read.
///Project: STEEL COBRAS///
MISSION DESIGNATION: GEARM174-62
STAGE OF DEVELOPMENT – PHASE III; FIRST FIELD TEST
The night sky shown brightly with the light of thousands of stars; the moon was beginning to come into view over the top of a mountain range. The deep rumbling of a small convoy of three armored vehicles echoed over the vast desert that surrounded the lone road the vehicles travelled on. A grouping of lights could be seen up ahead in the desert sands. Inside the lead vehicle, the eight commandos belonging to Dagger squad were filled with anticipation, as their first combat mission was about to begin.
“…And that’s when I smashed a beer bottle into his face!” The large African-Australian said in his booming voice, before bursting out into hardy laughter. The other five men in the back of the AATV-24 (Australian equivalent to a BTR-40) joined in, and the noise of the engine was drowned out by their laughter.”When are you ever going to stop getting into trouble, Hercules?” A wiry-built Caucasian next to Hercules asked with a grin on his voice.”The next time you hit up a gym, Odysseus, I’ll think about it.” Hercules responded.”You could just say never and give the guy a break.” A golden haired, blue eyed, well-built commando jested.”Don’t you have some make-up to put on, Pretty boy?” Hercules said.”It’s Perseus to you, bud. Only the ladies can call me that.”
A dark haired, fair skinned soldier who had thus far been rather quiet scoffed.”These codenames are ridiculous. Why can’t we just use our real names?” The man next to him nudged him with his elbow.”Come on. You’re the only one with a normal name here, Jason. What kind of name is Cadmus? I’ve never even heard of the guy.” Cadmus fixed his helmet over his graying black hair, snapping it back on. Meanwhile Orpheus, the youngest of the commandos, was busy fiddling with his StG 58 (IRL Australian weapon based on FN FAL), checking over its firing mechanism multiple times.”What’s wrong, Orpheus? Scared?” Hercules mocked the younger soldier.”No. I’m making sure my weapon works. I’d tell you to, but your accuracy score was so low it’d be a waste of time.” Orpheus snapped back, grinning.”You scored double the second best shot in Australia. Everyone’s score is low compared to yours.” Cadmus reminded.
“Heads up, boys. We’re getting close. You know the plan, but I’ll go over it again, because I know you’ll all want to start shooting the minute we get out there: These rebels think we’re here to escort the diplomat who’s suppose to be bringing them an amnesty. Heh, fat chance. We’re going to start shooting once we get into the middle of their compound. Let Commander Achilles give the order before you fire, alright?” A woman’s voice from the front of the vehicle interrupted the commandos and their antics.”You got it, Sub-commander.” “Sure thing, Atalanta.” “Anybody see my magazine? I dropped it..”
“Get on that turret, Atalanta.” The gruff voice of the commander ordered. Achilles scratched the large scar that went across his throat as he drove the WATV-24 into the enemy camp. Atalanta did as she was told, and stood up in the turret, taking hold of the .50 cal. The convoy came to a stop, right in the middle of the camp. They positioned the vehicles so that it looked as if they would be leaving the armored transports and entering the command tent immediately behind them.”This is Commander Achilles. Begin departure. Vehicles are to provide covering fire.” Immediately, the three .50 caliber guns from the transports started to light up onlookers and guards alike. A siren started to go off as the troops filed out of their transports and split into their respective fireteams.
Hercules was the first out of the front vehicle, heaving a AMG-30 (Similar to the M60, but made locally) onto his hip and firing bursts into any rebels who came out of hiding. Right behind him was Cadmus, holding a ballistic shield and a ASM-2 (Australian made SMG, similar to the IRL MP series). The rest of the squad quickly formed up behind them, except for Atalanta, who was going to stay on the gun turret for the duration of the mission. The team began it’s sweep..
A few miles to the south of Canberra, Australia
The Governor-General’s mansion was usually a quiet place. This was where the Chapman family lived, and it was a peaceful existence most days. But today was not most days. Mark sat in his office, along with thirty or so politically influential members of the Australian government. Oh, and the news crews occupied their own portion of the room too. Mark was seated at his desk, his eyes darting over the letter again and again. He couldn’t contain the joy on his face. He’d finally get the chance to visit London, after all these years. He was the only one in the room with the luxury of sitting. Everyone else had to stand.
Beside the Governor-General stood Prime Minister Mary Crakenthrope, who was reading over Chapman’s shoulder. She looked just as pleased as the Governor-General. “Mister Regis, I need a paper and something to write with.” Chapman ordered. A secretary brought over a quill and a piece of paper. Chapman wrote his short reply to the invitation:
I accept your invitation, Prime Minister. I will be leaving for London as soon as physically possible.
Sincerely,
Governor-General Mark Chapman
“Ready my car, Mister Regis. I want a private ship for my family, staff, and I ready five minutes ago. Contact Admiral Crickett, and see if you can get us an escort from the Royal Australian Navy.” The secretary nodded furiously, and ran off to do as he was told. Mark stood up, and put an arm around the Prime Minister as photos were snapped of them.”We’re making history here, Mary. Mark my words, this is our legacy.”
So, PoW computers:
Vacuum tubes, or transistors?
Vacuum tubes, or transistors?
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That sounds pleasant.
Finally started writing up a post, so you won't have to wait too much longer to start conquering the world, Snow.
That sounds pleasant.
Finally started writing up a post, so you won't have to wait too much longer to start conquering the world, Snow.
Annnd there. Finally got something up.
It only took two months to get up my second post, too.
It only took two months to get up my second post, too.
Amazing..
That was the only thing that was going through Grak’s mind as he watched the battle. He was led to believe that this would be a massacre when first contact was made. How wrong his mind had been, though. These Projects barbarians may be crude, uncivilized, and dirty, but they were bloody brave little gits, that much was certain. Well, most of them. From Grak’s position near the top of another tower that overlooked the tower being used for target practice by a BESC gunship, he could see everything that was happening perfectly. The throngs of people, filled with panic, fleeing in all directions. The blood crazed warriors, firing their small arms at that impenetrable gunship. But that wasn’t the main thing that Grak was interested in. The militia fighting was but a side show to the true objective of BESC. That’s what Grak was about to find out, anyway.
“Grak,” Raz begin from beside his brother by birth,”Look!” The Tindrel shoved a thin finger in the direction of the tower. Grak subconsciously calculated that he was pointing at the thirtieth floor or so, give or take ten. Grak maneuvered the binoculars he had been handed towards that area, looking for what Raz was pointing at. Raz must have remotely ordered the binoculars to show Grak what he was looking for, because the outline of a BESC enforcer and a man appeared in red.”Kira.” Grak spoke.”Yes, sir?” A female voice came from a metal gauntlet on Grak’s left arm.”Link your systems to these binoculars. Who am I looking at?” Grak asked impatiently.”One moment, please, I’ll check the Extranet.” It only took the mind a moment to find the information Grak was looking for.”Female is Artesa Jou, member of the SRTU. Cannot locate more information without compromising BESC servers, which is impossible from this location. Male is Jack Thegn, wanted by BESC. Further information becomes sketchy beyond that.” Kira spoke quickly and efficiently.”Jack Thegn..” Grak couldn’t help but gasp a little. Jack was one of the most infamous criminals in Babylon. He is the embodiment of success in Babylon’s underbelly. If Grak could somehow get connections with a man like that..
Then there was a massive explosion. Grak watched as the tower shook and began to fall, and could feel the affects, even from the other tower. It was a sight to behold, for sure. But Grak didn’t have time to behold it for long. He had an agenda to fulfill.
Grak handed the binoculars to Raz. He looked down at the device on his arm. Grak lightly tapped the metal surface, and a holographic keyboard appeared, glowing a bright orange. He began to type commands rapidly.”Kira, contact Hoplite Minds one through twenty-five for me.” Raz looked perplexed.”But sir, you told them there weren’t-“ Grak cut Raz off.”I know what I said! I didn’t trust these fools with so many Hoplites. I had the Minds installed in case things went south and I needed these suits. Do you know how hard it is to find a machine that old and restore it?” Grak complained.”Yes, I do. We were getting triple that from these militiamen-“ Grak cut his brother off. Again.”Enough. That question was rhetorical.” A second holographic screen branched out from the original. The screen showed the status of all twenty-five Hoplites.A hand full of the mechs had apparently made their way inside the Projects tower that was the center of the action. Only one was on the same floor as Thegn, and Grak judged that it wouldn’t reach him in time to make contact. So, Grak decided to make sure he’d escape.
”Hoplite fourteen, respond.” It took the mind only a moment to respond.”Yes, sir?” It asked in a deep, monotone voice.”Eliminate your driver and take control.” There was a horrifying screech before the Mind spoke again.”Done.” Grak smiled. Machines were so very loyal.”There’s going to be a laser pointing into the crowd. I want you to move towards it.” Grak commanded, and one of his Chirix brothers painted the location with a laser.”Acknowledged. Laser spotted.” The Mind responded, turning towards around in circles until it spotted the marker.”Fire into that crowd. Maximum casualties.” There was a moment’s pause.”Why?” The Mind asked. Alright, so they’re not perfect, Grak thought.”I need you to get the attention of all those people, especially that BESC officer in the crowd. Avoid killing her, if possible. I don’t need BESC trying to find me. Just get their attention and retreat to the nearest exit on my order. Understood?” Grak was tensed up while he waited for the Mind to respond.”Acknowledged, beginning suppression fire.”
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The old naval mech stomped towards the mass of Projects citizens attacking the BESC officer. It raised its quad-linked heavy machine guns, and opened fire into the masses. To say that things were bloody was the understatement of the century. The Mind, however, was not following its commands to the letter. It was aiming as best it could to hit the legs of the throngs of people. Yes, people would die, the Hoplite knew that. But it couldn’t bring itself to kill them all. Self preservation was the Hoplites top priority, however. The many people who turned their weapons on it were not given mercy. The small arms fire didn’t do much to the heavy armor of the suit, however the integrity wouldn’t hold out forever. The Mind began to wonder if Grak had planned on it being sacrificed.
“This is Grak to Hoplites one through thirteen, fifteen through twenty five. Make your way towards the tracking beacon that has just been activated. Board that ship and await my arrival.”
Yes, it did seem as if that was what Grak had planned. The Mind felt a very organic feeling at that moment. Despair, perhaps. Betrayal. Whatever the feeling was, the Mind pushed it aside. If it was to be terminated, then it would be terminated doing its job.
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Grak and his five brothers began the move towards the pick up point. Grak had arranged for the Mind of his ship, The Relentless, to pick them up at a gantry not too far from Grak’s position. The Relentless would then move to the tower that was falling and pick up the Hoplites that had foolishly been guided there.”Oh.” Grak said as they jogged.”I almost forgot.” Grak activated the hologram again.”All Hoplites, eliminate your drivers. Drop the corpses off too, If you can.”
That was the only thing that was going through Grak’s mind as he watched the battle. He was led to believe that this would be a massacre when first contact was made. How wrong his mind had been, though. These Projects barbarians may be crude, uncivilized, and dirty, but they were bloody brave little gits, that much was certain. Well, most of them. From Grak’s position near the top of another tower that overlooked the tower being used for target practice by a BESC gunship, he could see everything that was happening perfectly. The throngs of people, filled with panic, fleeing in all directions. The blood crazed warriors, firing their small arms at that impenetrable gunship. But that wasn’t the main thing that Grak was interested in. The militia fighting was but a side show to the true objective of BESC. That’s what Grak was about to find out, anyway.
“Grak,” Raz begin from beside his brother by birth,”Look!” The Tindrel shoved a thin finger in the direction of the tower. Grak subconsciously calculated that he was pointing at the thirtieth floor or so, give or take ten. Grak maneuvered the binoculars he had been handed towards that area, looking for what Raz was pointing at. Raz must have remotely ordered the binoculars to show Grak what he was looking for, because the outline of a BESC enforcer and a man appeared in red.”Kira.” Grak spoke.”Yes, sir?” A female voice came from a metal gauntlet on Grak’s left arm.”Link your systems to these binoculars. Who am I looking at?” Grak asked impatiently.”One moment, please, I’ll check the Extranet.” It only took the mind a moment to find the information Grak was looking for.”Female is Artesa Jou, member of the SRTU. Cannot locate more information without compromising BESC servers, which is impossible from this location. Male is Jack Thegn, wanted by BESC. Further information becomes sketchy beyond that.” Kira spoke quickly and efficiently.”Jack Thegn..” Grak couldn’t help but gasp a little. Jack was one of the most infamous criminals in Babylon. He is the embodiment of success in Babylon’s underbelly. If Grak could somehow get connections with a man like that..
Then there was a massive explosion. Grak watched as the tower shook and began to fall, and could feel the affects, even from the other tower. It was a sight to behold, for sure. But Grak didn’t have time to behold it for long. He had an agenda to fulfill.
Grak handed the binoculars to Raz. He looked down at the device on his arm. Grak lightly tapped the metal surface, and a holographic keyboard appeared, glowing a bright orange. He began to type commands rapidly.”Kira, contact Hoplite Minds one through twenty-five for me.” Raz looked perplexed.”But sir, you told them there weren’t-“ Grak cut Raz off.”I know what I said! I didn’t trust these fools with so many Hoplites. I had the Minds installed in case things went south and I needed these suits. Do you know how hard it is to find a machine that old and restore it?” Grak complained.”Yes, I do. We were getting triple that from these militiamen-“ Grak cut his brother off. Again.”Enough. That question was rhetorical.” A second holographic screen branched out from the original. The screen showed the status of all twenty-five Hoplites.A hand full of the mechs had apparently made their way inside the Projects tower that was the center of the action. Only one was on the same floor as Thegn, and Grak judged that it wouldn’t reach him in time to make contact. So, Grak decided to make sure he’d escape.
”Hoplite fourteen, respond.” It took the mind only a moment to respond.”Yes, sir?” It asked in a deep, monotone voice.”Eliminate your driver and take control.” There was a horrifying screech before the Mind spoke again.”Done.” Grak smiled. Machines were so very loyal.”There’s going to be a laser pointing into the crowd. I want you to move towards it.” Grak commanded, and one of his Chirix brothers painted the location with a laser.”Acknowledged. Laser spotted.” The Mind responded, turning towards around in circles until it spotted the marker.”Fire into that crowd. Maximum casualties.” There was a moment’s pause.”Why?” The Mind asked. Alright, so they’re not perfect, Grak thought.”I need you to get the attention of all those people, especially that BESC officer in the crowd. Avoid killing her, if possible. I don’t need BESC trying to find me. Just get their attention and retreat to the nearest exit on my order. Understood?” Grak was tensed up while he waited for the Mind to respond.”Acknowledged, beginning suppression fire.”
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The old naval mech stomped towards the mass of Projects citizens attacking the BESC officer. It raised its quad-linked heavy machine guns, and opened fire into the masses. To say that things were bloody was the understatement of the century. The Mind, however, was not following its commands to the letter. It was aiming as best it could to hit the legs of the throngs of people. Yes, people would die, the Hoplite knew that. But it couldn’t bring itself to kill them all. Self preservation was the Hoplites top priority, however. The many people who turned their weapons on it were not given mercy. The small arms fire didn’t do much to the heavy armor of the suit, however the integrity wouldn’t hold out forever. The Mind began to wonder if Grak had planned on it being sacrificed.
“This is Grak to Hoplites one through thirteen, fifteen through twenty five. Make your way towards the tracking beacon that has just been activated. Board that ship and await my arrival.”
Yes, it did seem as if that was what Grak had planned. The Mind felt a very organic feeling at that moment. Despair, perhaps. Betrayal. Whatever the feeling was, the Mind pushed it aside. If it was to be terminated, then it would be terminated doing its job.
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Grak and his five brothers began the move towards the pick up point. Grak had arranged for the Mind of his ship, The Relentless, to pick them up at a gantry not too far from Grak’s position. The Relentless would then move to the tower that was falling and pick up the Hoplites that had foolishly been guided there.”Oh.” Grak said as they jogged.”I almost forgot.” Grak activated the hologram again.”All Hoplites, eliminate your drivers. Drop the corpses off too, If you can.”
Finally, I have time to start reading the many posts I missed. I'll try to get a post of my own up tomorrow. I doubt I can read everything tonight, post, and still get to bed at a decent time.
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