Shadowman215

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

Yeah, tomorrow is my graduation ceremony guys! I'll officially no longer be a student! ^w^

Operation Shadow Sabre

James sighed as the others proceeded through their respective training courses, then the female voice popped in his earpiece that linked to his optic. "Alright James, you're up." He nodded quietly and stood up, proceeding to his respective training area.

First off there was your basic firing range, simple enough, he strode to a booth and slapped a mag into his SMG, grasping the foregrip and pressing the stock into his shoulder. "The SMG is calibrated already, just need to get data on you." After that, targets began popping up, each one taken down with tight focused bursts. Some targets moved slightly, some dived for cover. Each one got picked off quick, and soon the range was empty, his clip included. "Grab your shotgun, that needs to be tested." He nodded and strode back to the door, then turned toward the next range, only to see a holo jump out at him. Quick as a wink he flicked his shotgun up and squeezed the trigger, blasting the target with buckshot, though when it hit the wall, it burned through the metal. "Thermite ammo...Nice." He said quietly, the voice popped up again, with a cockier tone. "Like my trick?" He shook his head and sighed, this one thought they were witty? "Not really, pretty boring." He smiled in his rebuttal, waiting for her to be offended, but she didn't. Instead she ushered him to a room with drones and stationary targets. "Take a charge and jack one of the drone turrets here, then order it to take out a target, then make it destroy itself." He nodded and slapped a charge on the closest turret, stepping back as he remotely detonated it, and watched as nanites seep into the machinery, slowly taking it over as the info of the turret popped into his HUD. "Freaky shit.." He thought aloud as he watched the final processes be under his command. "Alright, lets do this shit." He ordered it to destroy the targets, which it did, but when it shot the turret.

The turret registered as friendly after the first shot, the nanites had coated the ammo and now act as a virus, infecting the machine it attacks. "Impressed?" the female voice asked, rather proud of herself. He nodded and chuckled "Color me impressed miss, that's fucking amazing. Even in college this shit was just a theory." She replied smoothly with a curt "Yes, but now we need to see how it works on moving units, don't worry, nothing will try and kill you." In his thoughts were the words: 'That is reassuring..' he sighed and proceeded forward as he saw a large tank-like drone (envision one of the drones from Black Ops 2). "Just place a charge." He did so, placed a charge, detonated it, soon he had control of this as well. He then ordered it to move, he had to sigh of boredom. Primarily since he was used to thick jungles and every day being a risk. "Soon you'll be in-field 05, just be patient, now command the drone to move and shoot." Using the interface he had in his optic, he did so. Though the machine didn't fire, instead in informed him it lacked ammo. The voice came up again. "Alright, thats good on interface testing, your personal drone is in the next room, use your retinal interface to take over the drone and see the room." She lied, he was watching the armory, everyone registered as friendlies on the drones FFID software. Then he heard the sound of holo footsteps, and immediately hid behind his larger drone. "Use one of your Seeker Mines to handle these holograms." He nodded and rolled it towards the noise, only hearing the thump of it launching, and the miniature explosions from its cluster bombs hitting the ground. "Alright James, you're good. All data calibrated." He nodded and returned to his allies, impressed with what was available, and how quick his interface went on and off.

Operation Shadow Sabre

James smiled as the elevator came to a halt, there was only one reason this would happen, and he knew exactly what it was.

They had arrived at the armory, and that was the best feeling he ever felt as he saw the beauteous gear that each Sabre had available to them. When he saw his kit, he really did get a 'child in the candy store' smile. He strode over to the Suit with '05' printed over it in the standard military font. He smiled as he ran his hands over the fabric-like weave, feeling it...come to life? On contact with his body, he pulled the suit free from its resting place and quickly slid on the outfit, the 'clothing' conforming to the contours of his body to be comfortable, yet it looked, nice, and a very, standard grey. After sliding on the nano-fiber outfit, that resembled basic military attire, but it felt so much better on him, flicking up the hood, it almost seemed like he didn't have one on, but to the rest, unless they had enhanced vision, they wouldn't see anything of his face.

He turned back to the table, grabbing the vest that held many pouches for magazines, grenades, and other gadgets he had yet to grab. Looking at the rest of his kit, he saw a small crate, bout the size of a large dinner pan. Opening the crate, inside sat a small single-eye optic, which fit to his right eye amazingly well. After he had it on, an interface lit up, and he noticed he had missed a wrist-mountable tool, after taking it and putting it on his wrist, the interface called it 'Anchor' stating it was ready for use. "Shit, even a Masters degree can't prep you for shit this amazing." Soon he looked to what else sat in the crate, and inside he saw a drone that nearly encompassed the whole thing. after a small scouring of the drone he found it's method of activation, a small switch on the inside, and the machine nearly jumped out of the box. Startling James a tad he stepped back, watching as the machine circled around him, was it...Was it looking him over? He'd heard of sentient A.I., but that was a theory before he left. He extended his hand to it, and the drone, bumped the tips of his fingers, almost giving him a curious look. "You are one perky li'l bugger ain't ya?" He chuckled, giving the drone a light pat on the 'head' and motioning for it to follow, which it surprisingly did. As it moved he did a diagnostic on its weapon systems, small flamethrower...it's own SMG, a small grenade launcher...A flash? Nifty. He'll have to figure that out later.

Now it was to his weaponry, which was just as odd as the erst of what he saw, was what resembled a sub-machine gun with an extended barrel, a solid stock, foregrip, hybrid sight, and extended mags. Alongside it sat a compacted shotgun, about the same size, he knew the model and smiled. The gun had a sling, which'd make it easy to carry, the shells were both buck and solid slug. Sitting next to the table was a box for explosives, opening it he saw two spheres with sensory nodes on them, your standard frags, and what looked like remotely detonated charges. With an analysis from his optic, he realized they had nanites that were interfaced with the software in his suit and wrist-tool. According to the interface, he could...'Possess' other machinery? "Nice..."

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

Kuraiko growled, nothing but searing rage burning him as he saw what the Imperials were doing. "Sick bastards..." As the ATV hurried them to their respective destinations, and when he saw his GEAR, he hurried inside and mounted up, wishing his GEAR would hurry with its start-up processes. He needed to get in the fight, and soon. He could hear the explosions and the gunfire, and sometimes through all the sounds, he heard a scream of a man or a woman dying. He couldn't discern if it was him or an actual cry. Either way he needed to move, and the second he could see through the sensors of his GEAR, he was up, rifle at the ready.Immediately pulling Blade up on comms "Blade, I'm ready to engage. Engage or wait?" He said quick and curt, his GEAR's zoom function engaged to assess the threats ahead. "Shit...We're in for a brawl." He checked his GEAR's diagnostics, seeing everything was nominal, waiting for the order to engage. His heart pounding, blood searing. He called his helicopter pilot friend. "Hey, Kenny, we need to pick out their leader, can you spot'em from here? When you do mark'em, I'll take care of the shitbag myself." he growled again after the call ended. They needed to engage, every second they sat and fucking waited was another dead man, another dead civvy, and soon. A dead Princess, something told him they didn't care if she lived. He then pulled Blade on comms one more time, hoping to pitch in as more than a killer. "Blade, can you get the locals to focus on civvies, get them to stop fighting and get any stragglers out of the fray, Also, the Imps are carving towards what's near the direct opposite of my prior location, you should have local authorities clean that are out ASAP. Hopefully Ken will spot their leader and I can focus him down right off the bat. Throw a wrench up their asses. Aihara out." He ended the sentence and terminated the comms, sighing as he waited for the order, each second burned like a year, and it was driving him stark raving mad. Soon the town will be a pit of rubble, steel and ash, and there won't be shit he could do to help.

Not like he could do much now, anyway...

Rough Sketch: Alpha Protocol/Burn Notice/Graceland Type Agent Work

I'm interested. :3

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

"Five minutes, roger." He said, quick and curt, trying to be quick as he kept an eye on the sky, and the facility. Only allowing split second glances at either. One hand hidden in a pocket, the hand was clenched into a tight fist, rather angry thoughts pulsing through his mind. Now I can get some payback on these assholes...Now they get what they deserve. he thought, his blood now boiling as his heart picked up, waiting for the sound of a helo dropping in his GEAR, as he did however, he wondered where they were gonna drop it in for him. Because if it was too far out..Something bad could happen before he could stop it, so many problems..All the training in the world would never have prepared him for this..."Guess experience is the best teacher...Eh Dad?" he whispered to himself, looking to the sky as the memories flooded his mind with images of home life before that one day. Life with Mom, Dad, and the times when Sarah would visit. He wished he had her pendant, something more than the tiny photo of her in his room, and the picture of all four of them together in his GEAR. The pictures brought so much pain mixed with happiness, but with this group...He felt like he had a brand new family, they all seemed so nice...It was a tiny bit of a tear-jerker. He missed what he had lost, but he knew if he had that, he wouldn't have this."One hell of a trade I guess....Better get ready..GEAR will be here soon, and the party'll start. Gotta be in the zone here." He rolled his shoulders and pushed the memories back. Another time you three...Another time... he whispered in his mind as their images floated away from his mind. He looked up skyward one more time before he watched the facility and waited. "Don't worry Dad...I'll make you proud." He said finally, now silent as he waited for the drop. It was time to live up to the Aihara name, and make his family proud.

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

Kuraiko slid into the shadows as the activity really picked up at the warehouse, he swore to himself as he saw the hauler roll up, and he caught the glimpse of the military GEARs, he immediately went to comms to get Blade. "Blade we gotta move now, their ready to get outta here real quick, these GEARs are full-on military issue, not the scrap heaps we fought before. Their really workin' I can hear'em, I need your go to move in here...Else we may lose the lead, I can figure a way to handle this if you gimme the okay." He then turned and switched to try and reach Esailia. "Look Cap, I need you, now. We've got a big lead in the industrial area, military-issue GEARs and all. Please, get down here." He told her the address and went silent, peeking over again and staying against the wall, ready to fight if he needed to fire on them. This shit was getting scary, quick. They looked ready for a war, and he only had two pistols and a sub-machine gun. If this hit the fan he was fucking screwed. Shit...This is why he would never be a decent leader, he always panicked so easy...It would get a lot of people killed if he slipped up at the right time. What could he do if they moved now? He needed a plan, fast. If he didn't have one soon, it would cost them a lead, and possibly his life, and/or Maxwell's. Fuck...This is bad...so fucking bad....

Operation Shadow Sabre

...I do not know what to say as a witty rebuttal.

Operation Shadow Sabre

This post is more malleable than clay, so if shizbangs need to change, say so.

Operation Shadow Sabre

James sighed as he stood among his fellow soldiers, he had kept quiet this entire time, considering the woman went on a childish rampage. The sniper acted unprofessional, waving his knife around and dishing out commands even though he was not the leader, people like them got someone killed. The woman already did, but the sniper had a lot of hidden records, which bothered him greatly. Men like him are never truly able to cohere with a team, this was not going to go well if they were going to keep this shit up. When he was deep in he NEEDED to bond with the team he was with, they needed to know every flaw, every skill, this made them men, and not just numbers. The guys with suits may not care for them, but they cared for each other, and that's what mattered. Even his command while he was in the Service cared, all of the big-wigs showed up to ONE man's funeral, and he was only a PFC, grant they couldn't always do it, but they did it whenever they could. To him, the Service was who he was, this sort of feeling made him adjust the leather coat he wore, it was a well-fitting leather jacket with his Battalion's symbol with the Winged Dagger of the S.A.S., on the dagger hung a gas mask. Above it read '23rd Battalion, He Who Dares Wins'. There was a reason he was picked for them, and this, he was the best at his profession, and those who matched him barely did so even before his augs. Now he was truly the best around with his kit, his augs, he was the most qualified in his eyes. At least for now, one day he would be replaced.

Until that day comes however, he is gonna set one high fucking standard for whoever comes in after he does. His job was to control the fight, and even in the S.A.S with less than half the shit he had now he was one hell of a soldier, with his new drone, a Hollenhund. One lovely machine if he said so himself, a lovely amount of combat modifications gave him another soldier to fight with, this could make his life a lot easier. Running through the files of the other teammates, other than two he wanted to crack...Fucking wankers. The rest looked so much more worthwhile, and more tolerable. 6 and 9 had their skills, but they both seemed to be fatally flawed in a way that truly makes them butt heads pretty hard...This’ll be fun indeed...Or so he hoped.

Then his brain had a lightbulb and he spoke up rather randomly. "I apologize for not speakin' up earlier, James Mathias Alexander. A former S.A.S Scout and Unconventional Combat Specialist, I can high-jack any machine with nano-tech, or if you need someone isolated, I can get it done. I pretty much cause a shitstorm for our foes, giving us an opportunity to end an engagement early, or get the fuck outta dodge, whichever comes first. Oh! I also have a Masters in Robotics and a Bachelors in Nanotechnology, you can get that and more off my dossier. Alright, rant over." He quieted quickly and rolled his shoulders, trying to relax after that little speech. Fuck...He needed his gear, he was more comfortable in a military outfit, and in the field, not in a lift with people he didn't know worth shit.