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Misery and Dust

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Misery and Dust

The sun was shining. Very hard. It scorched the earth and sucked all of it's resources, and despite the already harsh conditions, it decided not to pay attention to any life forms trying to survive. It was at least 42 Celsius and the sun was just about to reach it's peak. It was ought to be another hard day for the dwellers of the outback.

"This is Colonel Solomon Troy of the Republic of the Flaming Sun..."- The mysterious sound suddenly came in from all directions, and then it calmed down slowly. It was like a thunder in the middle of the silence created by the wastes. It was only the occasional wind picking up and carrying sand into one's eyes, making them regret the day they set foot outside any camp or caravan. And the earth that cracked under the feet like paper. But apart from all that, it was relatively silent. Then this sound came in. "...based in the ruins of Astrakane. If you can hear this..." - William stopped and decided to investigate the source of the sound. He took a quick glance over his shoulder to the right. Nothing. "...we are interested in enlisting the services of individuals with..." - Most interesting. He tried to frown. Then he remembered he still can't frown. His face is nothing more than wielded metal plates. It has been far too long since anything made him try to frown. He gently peeked to the left. Nothing. "...combat experience. Prices are negotiable. There will be a Republican checkpoint..." - Hmmm. Where is this sound coming from? It wasn't left or right, and it was most definetly not coming from the front. Bugger. That leaves one more option. He slowly rotated backwards, head first, then his upper body followed. Nothing. A most precarious situation. "... north of the city, head there if you are interested..."- He took his hat off and scratched his head. The sound of metal scraping metal quickly reminded him not to. He is a terrible detective, he thought to himself. Sherlock would most likely solve this at an instant. If he lived in a wasteland that is. But where on Earth is this irritating voice coming from? "...and you will be issued orders and the terms of your contract." - Then silence. Now this was a mystery to be solved. But nothing is too hard for Sir Williams the best dete- "Pre recorded message ends. Repeating in 30 seconds"

Blast it. He couldn't help but shade his face with his hand. He beleived this motion was called "facepalm" amongst humans. A fitting name indeed. He used his radio so long ago, he forgot it even exists. No wonder he couldn't find the source of the sound. It seems he became too much of a human in some areas. He accessed the radio frequency and listened to it again. Now without searching for the origin. Mercenaries hmm? Might not be the job for a gentleman like himself, but who doesn't need Sir Williams, the best dete- A bullet suddenly put a hole in his hat.
- Piss! This is the second time today I can't finish my dialogue. That runs in my head. It seems today is not the day of my life.
- Don't worry about that! - a man in ragged clothes, with a pistol in his hand exclaimed. - If you don't hand over all you have, this might be your last day!
- Oh lord! That would be terrible! Why do you seek to shorten me of my properties? I am merely a detective looking for work!
- Nothing personal detective, but you gotta do with what you got. - He shrugged his shoulders and lowered his weapon - You must understand that your...
The man stood with a bleeding bullet hole in his chest. His shirt was a crimson mess, and his eyes stared like milk glass.The stock of the walking stick smoked and William politely bowed, raising his windy hat.
- I do good sir. And that is why I cannot let you get access to my valuables. You already put a hole in me hat. Corridors and openings. You never lower your gun. But I'll be on my way now. Have a good day sir!
He swung his stick around and started to continue walking towards the checkpoint, whistling an old song, and leaving the man behind for the vultures.

Wasteland Soarers - Tales of the Dust

@Desire Yes :D

Misery and Dust

So you guys.
PC reset, about 30 mins of IC worth just got lost. Pleasure as always.
But if you direct your attention on my CS you could see I updated a few things I lacked to add from my phone.
Including my extremely extraordinary handmade mustache added to a robot pic I found on the web. None other than the best* of the best for you.
So anyways I will go back to writing the whole thing down. AGAIN. How much I want to punch something now.

*Might not be the best. All data collected from me. I hold no responsibility for any actions regarding the picture.

Misery and Dust

Might I note something about my character? As a robothe should be able to remember stuff from before the -whatever happened-. But I was thinking about making it his persoanl mission to find lost memory, or clran corrupted data. Whaddaya think?

Wasteland Soarers - Tales of the Dust

@RhineQueen Indeed. Let us rejoice for this occasion is of uttermost happiness.

Misery and Dust

Name: Sir Williams

Race: Athena Mk II Combat Robot
Race Description: The Athena is a combat robot with high battlefield perception. It has slightly above average speed and fine control agility, making it suited for every parkour. It looks a lot like a human exo skeleton with armor plates. The head is... like the spectres in Titanfall. But their skills at talking and processing info are sketchy at best. They are also self sufficent, recquiring almost no resources. Most of these robots have gone rouge after the -insert catastrophe- and adopted weird behaviours.

Age: Really old

Gender: Male(kinda)

Physical Appearance:


Combat Skills: Expert shooter and martial art. He also learned how to use a sword like a real gentlemen.

Armour: It is the best quality alloys from pre catastrophe period. It is good against all damage, and it cannot break, but after time it lets damage through, and falls apart to save structural integrity. Later it can be assembled again. Also his gent suit also offers minimal energy resistance.

Weapon: A walking stick. Yep. It has a gauss rifle inside, and a retractable bayonet. A combat walking stick so to say. Can fire any shell up to 308. caliber. What is a gauss rifle you ask? It propels ammunition at really high speeds. I am speaking of 3-4 machs. It uses electromagnetic indiction to speed them up between 2 parallel rails and coils wrapped around these. This one has a revolving stock inside just to give that extra ammo capacity. and rate of fire.

Passive Skills:
-A real gent
-150% accurate Sherlock Holmes quotes
-Good with everything tech
-Sophisticated data about all detective books

Special Abilities: Above average speaking skills for Athena robots. As far as gent speak goes. His charisma is undeniable, and no other entity with at least 10 intelligence is able to resist it. If you have that much or not, it is not my problem.

Background: He was a steward bot with a rich gentleman who liked this robot. He thought it was funny to talk to, and with some thinkering, he made it a decent talking partner. Actually the owner's name was Williams, not the robot's. After the catastrophe the robot and Williams were locked in a sfaehouse below the mansion. The robot learned proper gentleman behaviour and talk, and Williams taught it how to swordfight. After he died the robot took over the name and buried his owner in the garden. It stayed in the mansion, and after reading the impressive detective book collection, he created a weird personality for itself. Something that is a lot like Sherlock Holmes. Now he enjoys being a gent, and occasionally helping out in cases of the settlers. He wanders from town to town, and stays there for a few weeks then moves onwards. People generally like him for his vibrating charisma of a gentleman, and it is an undeniably funny sight to see a robot in a jacket, top hat, and a mustache on his face.

Starting Zone: B9 heading towards Astrakane

Competence Check: Seriously? Noob mistake friend. Somehow these attract starters. But for the RP's sake

Williams stumbles into wolf, staggered. He looks the growling beast in the eyes and calmly exclaims "Oh dear sir I mean no harm! Can't we just politely go on our separate ways? Aggression solves nothing." The wolf lools at him and it realises it won't gain anything from this prey. It howls and walks away.

Misery and Dust

Oh how sweet and jolly good. I have been practicing my fancy talk if you may, but my improper behaviour led to difficulties. I am so accustomed to the leisurely sleng talk. Damnit.

Misery and Dust

@Frengo So what is going on? We starting or what?

The Nations of Mawei

Ok enough time spent waiting. I will post now. I wont just stand around whilst Lauder wont post.