Zaresto

Project Sigma- OOC post is now live - many places still able to be taken

Interested.

Of Lasers and Losers (Sci-fi adventure)

Interested.

World of rust [robotic discovery/survival RP]

I'll join in.

Fallout: Capital wasteland/east coast (high Casual.)

I'm interested.

The Darkest Days

Sounds cool, I'm interested.

Underbelly- A SciFi RP

I'm interested.

Delete

Sounds cool.

Song of the Century // sci-fi action adventure

Also interested

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Vestig-881J

Rather than risking joining the fight that seemed to be going down from the source of the tune heard previously, the machine dictated it was in its best interests to move around the conflict rather than participate in it. Luckily for it, Vestig would still be able to find other robots. Moving quietly, following basic stealth protocol by always ducking behind adequate cover approximately once per each two seconds of movement, Vestig saw more figures in the distance. Fearing an encounter, Vestig made sure to move extra cautiously. As the machine neared the two figures, it saw the more minute details of their body structure. Quietly, he sat still, analyzing these two other figures. "One is obviously based off the body of a canine. Scanning databases . . . MODEL NOT LISTED. Scanning threat level of both units . . . nominal." Vestig looked at the other figure, which he recognized as a more advanced robot. It was more humanoid, its facial features resembling that of a human female, which Vestig understood to be the frailer of the two genders, but also the one forced to bear children. Humans are rather strange, thought Vestig as he pulled up any and all information available to him of this "female" race of humans. Sifting through his files at record speed, he noticed much of his data was a jumbled mess when he read of some human named 'AmelRosa EarParks' refusing to give up her seat to the 'white man' as she flew across the Alabantic ocean in the year of 1928. It was clear he needed another computer to straighten out his files and programs, potentially reinstalling a few programs to keep things in order. When his attention was diverted back to the two machines, the canine was addressing himself by the name 'Cerberus'. Vestig remembered that name, but he had to search his files to find out more details. Luckily, he was able to find the link between this machines name and the dog of ancient legend. Vestig, however, was keen to notice that this machines had only one head, while the Cerberus of legend had three. "Silly humans, can they not even comprehend simple values?" Vestig, however, decided that he would stay hidden as long as possible, not giving in to running his own mouth. He noticed the canine machine speaking to another direction. Was there another machine there? Vestig needed to find out. Slowly, steadily, Vestig began crawling on all fours to hide his movement as he frantically tried to evaluate whether or not there was another machine he was not aware of.

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Vestig-881J

The machine sat alone, exposed, out in the open. Suddenly, it stirred. A faint hum filled the air as the robot's eyes lit a faint green light. As suddenly as the machine had started, a deep, robotic voice began to speak. "System: operational, engaging boot protocol . . . ERROR, saluting protocol incomplete, no connection found. Power intake unsustainable for elongated periods of time: disabling accessory programs." With that, the glow emanating from various parts of the robots body was turned off. The robot got onto its feet and began surveying the area. "Integral programs: operational. Armament: operational. Vision: operational. Begin de-fragmentation of files, estimated length: unknown. Engaging passive solar. Panels running at 67% efficiency . . . sub-optimal." A small array of solar panels were exposed on the shoulders and back of the robot as his armor moved out of the way. The machine observed the landscape around him in awe. He was finally on his own, no humans to control him, nothing sending him to kill. He scanned his files for the appropriate sound to commemorate this occasion. "Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, we are free at last." The machine did not recognize who the speaker was, but these words spoke to him profoundly. He wondered what atrocities humans must have committed in order to not give their fellow man basic freedoms. How joyous it had to be to finally have those freedoms. No one else heard these sounds, it seemed, as the machine played it solemnly, for himself, but in this sound-byte he felt the collective voices of every robot freed from the clutches of the tyrannical humans. "Exhilarating . . ." He began at a march pace, looking for whatever traces of life he could examine, before halting abruptly. His sensors had picked up a very distinct sound. Music. He was suddenly fascinated by the source of this tune. After all, music was a construct of those blasted humans, so this could be a chance of revenge against his creators, especially a tune this bland. Very inciting indeed. He now moved at a run on all fours, stealthily going towards the wretched noise.