Fatman X. Jones
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Jan 30, 2011 21:15:41 GMT -5
The Gustaff Mk. II made its way down the main roads of the Legends Station. Fatman had plotted out a default route to test the mech's abilities; go through the Legends tower's lobby, make a turn round the first floor and out through the lobby, and make way towards the Legends 2 tower; after going through its lobby and first floor, Fatman would make his way through the Art Forum by way of the rooftops, and end back at the Rules and Introductions front gate. Currently, he was en-route to the Legends tower, running through side alleys and jumping over Cokebots and cars with efficiency. It was about halfway through the romp that Fatman noticed he was already outside the Station. Specifically, he noticed that he was at the entrance to a very large set of ruins. The Gustaff looked around, Fatman making sure to check his License: Class C. He grimaced for a second; so what if he preferred his MML2 replays on Easy Mode? It's not a crime, is it? The Gustaff pulled open the doors, and Fatman dashed inside. ((OOC: Happy now, Mikey? I fixed it. ))
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Post by Dashe on Jan 30, 2011 22:57:13 GMT -5
((Hey Fatman, the mines are open for anyone. They're actually how most new users pay off their registration debts. It's the ruins just outside of town that are Class A and above.))
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Jan 31, 2011 14:09:45 GMT -5
Fatman made his way into the ruins. The entrance hall of the ruins was a bit dank, and Fatman could hear the sound of the other forum-goers a bit further on just about the time he saw the sapphiric gemstone Mikey had noted earlier, as well as the point in the ceiling. He checked his Gustaff's equipment. His Search Cannon was a Buster-class weapon, and was only outfitted with an Accessory Pack and a custom part he called "Shot Carnival O", which could tweak the color of the blasts; at the moment, he favored black blasts with a red fuzzy glow to them. His Special Weapons were different: He only had direct-access to three Special Weapons via his Dirac Arsenal; it would take quite some time to switch an active one to an unequipped one, and it always required a password to access. Fatman cursed his luck; Why did I have to implement those cursed restrictions in the first place? He thought to himself. Oh, wait, because the last time I removed the restrictions, Laharl tried to blow up my house with several Harbinger Shots.What a sore loser. I'll never play Need For Speed games with him again.
Laharl sneezed. "Ugh, great, now my allergies are acting up. Hey, Isis, could you go get some snacks for us?" He asked the girl, who was now sitting in the tent she had set up. Isis nodded. "Uh, sure. You need anything, Giygas?" The Starman waved his hand. "Not really, no, but I can eat if you guys can." And with that, Isis walked over to the nearest vending machines. She bought a few bags of chips, but hesitated to get the drinks. "Coke, Diet Coke, Caffeine Free Coke, Caffeine Free Diet Coke, Cherry Coke, Diet Cherry Coke, Coke Zero, Coke Cherry Zero..." She read the list off. "Doesn't this vending machine have anything that isn't Coke?" "...Oh, wait, here's some Sprite." Thirty Zenny in the hole, and they had chips and Sprite to satisfy themselves with.
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Post by Loken on Jan 31, 2011 22:36:49 GMT -5
Loken walked down the halls, they might have been dark and dank, but they were beautiful in a mysterious way. Some times he regretted not being a digger like his father, but he knew in his heart he was a detective. Unfortunately, the day after Loken solved his "Mystery of The Dean's Mistress" he was kicked out of the academy. "This will be my finest case yet! There must be some clues to this terrorist plot down here somewhere." Just then he heard loud mechanical footsteps. Loken turned back to see what was there and saw the terrible sillouette of what he thought was a Reaverbot. The footsteps grew louder and more frequent, and Loken started running like a mad man. He flew down the halls, crashed into Mikey, and busted his teeth in the ground. Spitting out a tooth he screamed muffled by blood "WEEB GOBBA GO BIKEY!
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Post by Avegodro on Jan 31, 2011 22:47:31 GMT -5
Avegodro was getting close to the exit when he heard what sounded like a scuffle up ahead. He crouched and the Hei Gui kicked in as he began moving up the hall. He then saw a group of diggers, one of them one the ground. He smelled the coppery scent of blood and wondered if he was hurt bad. Thats when he heard the clanking metallic footsteps of something big coming. Avegodro then wondered if minuature nuclear warhead usage was banned in the ruins. He pushed the though aside as he unslung his tactical nuclear catapult.
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Jan 31, 2011 23:03:17 GMT -5
At the moment, Fatman was walking down the hallway; the loud, mechanical footsteps were indeed from his Gustaff. He could hear the screams from Loken, and could even make out the shape of one Digger in the mines--that being Avegodro--up ahead.
As a precaution, he turned the intercom of the Gustaff on, as well as the eye lights and the light of the chest beacon. Now they could make out two eyes, yellow in color, with a larger yellow light a bit below that.
"Hello?" His voice rang out of the Gustaff's mouth, amplified slightly by the unintended echo/reverb effect of the mines. "Is anyone else in here? I hope you're a Digger, because I really do NOT want to fight any Reaverbots right now."
The Gustaff stood completely still; Fatman was Genre Savvy enough to realize if there WERE other Diggers there, any sudden movements would make them think he WAS a Reaverbot.
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Post by Avegodro on Feb 1, 2011 0:05:49 GMT -5
Avegodro was peering in the darkness when a loud screeching sound exploded in his ears. He leapt up as he became visible to those around him. He was trying feverishly to disable his comms unit when he slipped on the blood. He fell back and accidently pulled the trigger. He watched in slow motion as the nuke flew into the air and bounced off the celieng coming straight at him.
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Feb 1, 2011 13:11:14 GMT -5
The Gustaff's eyes lit up the scene like a candle. Fatman saw the crazed soldier launch something in the air, the odd projectile bouncing off the ceiling and back into the soldier's lap with a thud. He switched his Gustaff's visual sensor display to figure out what the projectile WAS. Transroom just showed other rooms in the ruin, Infrared picked up the figures ahead, and Thermal--
The projectile let off a tremendous amount of heat.
The kind of heat, Fatman remembered, that is analogous to a nuclear warhead.
Fatman screamed over the intercom at Avegodro. "WHAT IN THE SAM HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?" The Gustaff ran up to show it wasn't a Reaverbot at all, even opening the cockpit to show Fatman piloting.
"IF that was an active warhead in your launcher thing, you could've killed us all! The entire Legends Station would be up in smoke, and Dashe wouldn't rest until she found your soul in the Netherworld, snatched you up from the Overlord, and slammed it into one of her Cokebots to do her dirty work forever! What kind of soldier ARE you?"
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Post by Dashe on Feb 1, 2011 13:42:00 GMT -5
Dashe's transmitter went off again just as Kurt started crying and went off on another gay rights rant. Since this was a pretty standard occurrence for your average Season 2 Glee episode, she refocused her attention to her pending alerts.
"Reaverbot outbreak in ruins, members in mortal peril..." she read off the list. "Reaverbot outbreak in presumably Reaverbot-free mines, members in mortal peril...Master, why can't the other mods ever be on duty when this stuff happens! Oh, here's something that won't give me too much trouble--'Immediately restock magenta pens in Rules and Introductions.' I'd rather not get my hands dirty..." She briefly wondered if Reaverbots were even bannable. If they weren't, she'd be fresh out of luck.
She flipped off Kurt's hysterical whiny rant, grabbed her hat, scarf and portable Banhammer, and rode the elevator down to the Station's master storage unit (moderator ID minimum required to enter). She grabbed a case of magenta pens, as well as a case of the cobalt blue ones, which always seemed to run out of ink early. She thought for a moment to send some CokeBots into the mines as backup--she doubted any of them would have access to the Class A ruins outside of town, or even still be able to function outside of town.
She would have to consult Chiz later about that one, provided he returned from...where were the other mods, anyway? It had been at least a week since she'd heard from any of them, and MLT had a contest to run.
She returned to the surface, left the Administration building, and briskly walked down the icy road toward the Rules and Introductions District with her Banhammer in nightstick mode and securely fastened, carrying the two boxes of pens and cursing her subordinates' insubordination under her breath.
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Post by Avegodro on Feb 1, 2011 14:46:44 GMT -5
Avegodro was waiting for the nuke to get close enough so he could activate the shield arm and protect the others. It flickered an died just as it hit, nothing..... no explosion, he breathed a sigh of relief and jerked his head up as a mecha came running towards the group, the screeching came back as it came closer. The cockpit opened revealling the pilot, the screeching instantly died. "IF that was an active warhead in your launcher thing, you could've killed us all! The entire Legends Station would be up in smoke, and Dashe wouldn't rest until she found your soul in the Netherworld, snatched you up from the Overlord, and slammed it into one of her Cokebots to do her dirty work forever! What kind of soldier ARE you?" Avegodro stood straight and calmly answerd, "I am a Paladin of the Brotherhood of Steel." The pilot was shooting daggers at him still. "These mini nukes are way, way below the 0.01 kt TNT yeild. About the power of about 100 dynamite in a controlled explosion nothing major." Avegodro turned and began to walk back the way he had come.
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Post by Mikéy on Feb 1, 2011 15:18:42 GMT -5
Everything happened rather fast, and Mikey was still rather dazed from the careless blow he received by Loken. Why did this bring back nostalgia? After having the breath knocked out of him, and his ears blown off (by a Gustaff intercom, of all things), Mikey stood up, several feet from where Anima, REI, and Charm were. It’s clear that they managed to miss everything that just happened, and they came running. “My goodness, what happened?!” asked Anima. “Nothing that bad… I got pounded by a Kuruguru once back at MLU before, so I’ll live…” replied Mikey, rubbing his stomach abit. “Yaaay! Reinforcements have arrived!” declared Charm, hopping with a huge smile on his face. That’s yet to be seen… thought Mikey. So far, there was a klutz, another klutz with a nuke, and a dude with an interesting custom Gustaff. The nuke klutz and Gustaff operator seemed to be registered citizens at first glance, but what led them down here? “Now, now, Charm, I highly doubt they came all the way in here looking for us… except Loken anyway. I’m actually quite interested as to what someone with a nuke is doing down here as well-“ started Mikey, but he was cut off by several (being about 5 to 6) Harins falling from the ceiling to land on their feet and begin glaring at the group, cutting off Avegodro from walking away. “Oh, brilliant.” said Mikey, raising his rifle without flinching, “time to see what you guys can do!” “Just like old times!” declared Anima, getting out her apple-grenades. REI proceeded to hide behind her, and Charm stood by Mikey’s side, buster gun at the ready.
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Fatman X. Jones
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Feb 1, 2011 16:33:17 GMT -5
Fatman calmed down immediately after Ave' explained the nukes' power equivalent. "Oh, well that's alright then--"
Then came the Harin. (Harins? I'm pretty sure it's 'Harin'...)
"Well, shnikes. Time to go to work," Fatman said, closing up the cockpit of the Gustaff. He looked to his right; one of the Harin was eyeing him with added malice, as if the red mech were a cape and it were a bull. Fatman smiled. This was going to be fun.
He brought the Gustaff's hands together, the left hand balled in a grasp with the right hand palming it on the side, and with a cloud of black smoke, the Firebreaker sword appeared in its hands.
The gravity, Fatman thought, Must be the reason these guys are on the ground. It's how they worked in Legends 2. So if I dodge the bubble projectiles and use the Firebreaker, that's my best bet!
"Hey, kids, mind giving me some cover fire?" Fatman asked over the Gustaff's intercom, now lowered to a respectable volume. "I'm gonna try and go for melee damage here." He meant it towards Mikey and Charm, but they could all take it how they wanted to...
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Post by Loken on Feb 1, 2011 16:38:43 GMT -5
Loke stood up, hand cupping his mouth, and ran like fairyboy behind the Gustaff. "Ib shoulb ofb blet Bashe ban be!" Today wasn't going so good.
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Post by Dashe on Feb 1, 2011 17:26:54 GMT -5
Dashe found the new user standing wearily at the desk, drumming his fingers and frowning. "Are you the one who needed the magenta pens?"
"Yes. Are you the delivery guy or something?" He sarcastically quipped, grabbing the box of Cobalt Blue pens and opening it up. "I may not be very good with colors, but these don't look like magenta at all."
Dashe took an immediate disliking to...she stifled to suppress a snicker as she checked her transmitter, which scanned Bass. "JoeyLikesUnicorns." For one, he'd interrupted her show. And now he was mouthing off to the Admin. And it was his first day. She noticed a blonde girl over at another kiosk and dismissed her as relatively harmless, but this one here would definitely need to go build some character down in the mines.
"JoeyLikesUnicorns?" Dashe stated, opening the right box of pens and handing him a real magenta one. "It's nice to have you here, but you need to be aware that disrespecting the administration here may lead to dire consequences in the future. I happen to run the show here, and don't appreciate being referred to as 'Delivery guy.' Capiche?"
Bass's eyes grew wide for just a second, which Dashe mistook as fear of getting in more trouble on his first day. "Okay, Miss Dashe-boss! I promise I'll be good!" He replied very quickly, in the same vein as most new users who go around interacting in the city without first consulting the rules. Same old, same old.
Zero, meanwhile, had just hit the Register button on the electronic kiosk. "Aaaaand...done!" He thought to himself as he took another swig of helium. He turned around, only to find Bass being yelled at by a short young woman in military garb. "Great, he already got us in..." Zero lost his train of thought.
No way...he brought the admin right to us, right now? This is all happening very quickly... he quickly racked his mind for the best possible course of action. If Bass got in trouble--or banned!--before they could put their master plan to work, the whole thing could very well fall apart. On the other hand, having to share spotlight with Bass in Legends 3 didn't exactly appeal to him, either. If he just stood by and let Bass get in trouble--or even more devious, framed Bass for something so he would get in serious trouble, then he could have Legends Station and Legends 3 all to himself!
A smile crossed his face, but everyone took it as enthusiasm for finally becoming a member and thought nothing of it.
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Post by Avegodro on Feb 1, 2011 17:41:01 GMT -5
Avegodro cringed and changed the frequency on his comms unit so the mechs intercom wouldn't cause it to screech. He was able to then catch the words 'cover fire'. Avegodro quickly scooped up the dropped mini nuke and loaded up. He crouched took aim and let fly the power of the atom. He then hoped that his fellow combatants had radiation protection. He watched as the nuke hit and blew the bot into little pieces with a wave of rad rich heat washing over him. He then heard the bell ding telling him the catapault was reloaded.
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