Hexaflexagon

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

The wise words of Shirou shall always be wise.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

EDIT: Huh, I'm surprise Yuu didn't get the order to bombard smaller enemy warships. She's not firing the 150 without being told what to target, or the permission to fire at anything she wanted.

@Kimiyosis

Eh, I thought about that. But the thing is the Lincoln can handle most of the smaller ships that get thrown at it. With it providing heavy fire support as the captain indicated. Right now the main target are the two big guys that pose the most immediate threat to the Dock, the rest of the fleet and the Lincoln. So as a result I figured it was best to make sure those bombs got there. If you really want next post I can have Trapp throw in something along the lines of "Oh, and Yuu before I forget Weapons free" but that's really up to you.

That and I've been advised that breaking up the party is not a good thing.... Bad things happen when you do. XD

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

<Snipped quote by Hexaflexagon>

Yes. I love my dramatic flair. Don't deny me my Power Ranger moment.

Also, it's pretty regular for a unit to acknowledge that they are standing by and ready when they're awaiting orders.

@vietmyke

Fine.... I won't ruin your moment. I'll edit in the sound off. XD

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

@Hexaflexagon don't forget to sound off :P

@vietmyke

Because we are not just trained death machines? We are also power rangers with a flair for the dramatic? XD

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Because sometimes I get bored. Here have a visual aide of the upcoming carnage drawn entirely in MS PAINT.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

As his squad congregated around one another sharing war stories and the like, Trapp was a couple of feet away leaning against a wall engrossed in a data pad. He was watching a recording of the last real engagement the squad had taken part in, taking off of a MAS cockpit camera. The videos had composed of most of Trapp's free time in the past month or so. Watching each encounter and each battle mentally making note of how each pilot performed in the heat of battle. Just knowing their personalities and their feelings was not enough he needed to know capabilities. Commanding a MAS squadron was a game of trust. Your team needed to trust you and your commands at a moments notice, but at the same time the commander needled to be able to trust in every member of his squad to do their job. He had watched at least twenty battles worth of carnage at this point as the 7th moved through. Trapp had to hand it to Tori, her team moved like a well oiled machine and the late commander's work made his job a lot easier. What bothered him was the Rookie. He had seen her scores and watched her training videos, but he wondered how she would adapt to outside combat. She seemed so naive, so clean and by the books. Could she pull the trigger when it was needed?

Though Trapp never did get to mull over his thoughts for too long. Somewhere a large explosion rocked Ulysses Station causing the Lincoln to shudder. Trapp was jerked to one side and the datapad that he had in his hands fell to the ground and shattered. Trapp's own curse was muffled under the sound of the sirens as the hanger bay became bathed in red light. Another volley hit the station as Trapp ran back over to his squad, leaving the shattered datapad where it was the red light reflecting across the glass casting beams into the air. At first he thought it was something mudane like an ammunition stockpile going up, but as a calm voice came over the speaker announcing battle stations, Trapp's worse fears were confirmed.

"BRACE FOR DISMOUNT!" A voice called through the hanger bay somewhat muffled by the sirens. Trapp grabbed onto a support pillar as the Lincoln rumbled and dislodged itself from the Ulysses, boxes fell over and tools clanked to the ground with metallic clangs adding to the cacophony. While the ship would on most days gracefully disembark today was not one of those days. The boys upstairs most of wanted them out as quickly as possible, probably to engage whatever was trying to kill all of them. Trapp pressed a hand to his ear engaging the communications headset snugly fit into place. He set up a channel to the CIC and spoke with a calm ferocity as his squad looked around expectantly.

"Yes! This is Commander Trapp of the 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team! I need a status report!" Trapp explained and moments later a response came hurriedly down the line. "A Coalition fleet? How in hell did somebody not pick them up warping in?! What? No, I understand that isn't your job! I just need launch permission! I don't care about protocol right now, I need LAUNCH PERMISSION!" Trapp explained getting more annoyed every moment as it seemed that he was having about much success with the person on the other line as one did with striking up a conversation with a brick wall.

Though soon enough another voice cam into his ear this one belonging to the Captain. He almost let out a little dance over how happy he was to her somebody who can actually give him a status report. He listened intently and nodded to himself adding in an occasional yes and understand to make it clear that he was still there. As she finished her broadcast with a final Godspeed Trapp looked at his squad and took a deep breath. Things were about to get very int resting very quickly and it would prove to be their baptism by fire if they succeeded. "Alright, as most of you have already figured out a Coalition fleet has just arrived. They seem to want to blow us up as is expected from them. Which means I want all of you combat ready in under 3! NOW DOUBLE TIME IT PEOPLE!"

Trapp yelled over the sirens and the machinery as the engine crew moved to finish loading up any of their MAS. Trapp shimmed up the ladder to the catwalk like he was born doing it. The sounds all washed away from him and was replaced with a dull hum as he sprinted across the catwalk to where his MAS sat. He jumped over the side and into the seat of the Sentry. His hands moved with a flurried frenzy as the buckles were pulled down that would keep him pinned in his seat, he flipped several switches and soon the Sentry's start up screen flickered to life illuminating the cockpit. After finishing its boot, display screens flickered by and Trapp moved his eyes across them as they whizzed by making sure everything was in order. He let out a breath as everything seemed to be in order. He turned his attention in the southern direction as his hand began to tremble again. It always got worse when he entered the cockpit. The doctors side it was something about nerves and the trauma from the accident. They said it would go away in a week or so. It never did and only seemed to get worse. Not that he would tell anyone, it was his damn head and he could keep it in control. Or that was what he told himself. He clenched his fist hard forcing the arm to go rigid and the trembling to slow.

He looked at the status indicators for the rest of his squad. Several little green arrows lit up as their MAS came online and when the last one did he nodded. All in all it took about two minutes, if the 101st trained anything into its people it was efficiency. Trapp pressed another button turning on the interpersonal broadcast system set up for the squad. He let out a breath and focused himself before announcing clear over the radio.
"7th Sound off!" He waited for the chorus of responses to come back over the radio before speaking again.

"Alright everybody, Guillotine and Brick you guys are going to have some very big bombs. You are going to try and get them to their ships so we can send them back to hell. Alice if for some reason we cannot find a solution, you are to designate the big guns to give em a new one, so stay close to them. Let's try not to have that happen as we will probably not be able to get out of the blast radius in time. Omega, Hatchet and Rabbit you guys stick close to the Lincoln and take out any MAS that come in to try and hit her. Everybody else we are providing close fire support for the Bomb team. Remember people fly or die. " Trapp explained, his switch over to call signs designating that it was now time for business.

Escape Velocity: To The Limit! (Sci-fi, REDLINE-esque, Racing romp)

How is relativity going to be treated? Are these vehicles still slow enough for Newtonian physics to apply or...?

@nautilusmp

Well Newtonian physics is still a thing that exists. F still equals MA and such. But it is going to be treated very loosely meaning that if you little car is firing a giant Gatling gun strapped to it the force of the gun is not going to actually slow your car down that noticeably.

And sweet! Looks like we have enough people to get this started. OCC should be up later today!

Escape Velocity: To The Limit! (Sci-fi, REDLINE-esque, Racing romp)

This definitely sounds interesting, though I'm not familiar with Redline.

@JSwiftTehPwnlordXD

Ah, well that is okay! REDLINE or Redline either way is correct is a 2009 animated racing film, it is basically like Speed Racer on Cocaine! XD And it served as the primary inspiration for the RP. Similar crazy intergalactic race idea. You can actually watch the whole thing for free on the Official Manga Entertainment Youtube channel!

Escape Velocity: To The Limit! (Sci-fi, REDLINE-esque, Racing romp)

Escape Velocity

It is the year 3022. Long ago the human race had discovered ancient hypergate technology connecting them with galactic civilization. Historians mark this as the defining moment of human history. As soon as we found out that we were not alone among the stars we did our part to make peace and connections, to foster relationships and technology. The resources and riches from this exchange ushered the human race into a new golden age of prosperity. Humanity was taught by our more advanced alien compatriots the secretes of self teaching AI, advance cyber technology and manipulative physics. For the first time humans were able to turn off gravity with a whim and accelerate to speeds that seemed ludicrous. Scientists and military men pondered these new almost god-like technologies ramifications upon the path of humanity. While those with the need for speed, only wondered about how fast this technology could make their cars.

So it was no surprise that humanity took immediately to the the Grand Wave. The GW was the biggest and grandest road race in the galaxy, only held every ten years the GW was the pinnacle of racing. Naturally everybody wants to take part in the Grand Wave and win the title of Wave Emperor. Yet only the greatest racers in the galaxy are able to qualify for the GW winning one of several dozen Little Wave races that are held in the ten year span between each Grand Wave. To be able to even qualify for the Grand Wave is a testament to the driver and his or her ability behind the wheel. To win marks them as one of the greatest of their generation and cements their place in the history of intergalactic racing.

But becoming Wave Emperor means more than just your place in history. To win the Grand Wave unlocks a whole knew world to the winner. Hundreds of sponsorship and corporate deals, enough to allow your entire family to retire for a generation. Access to the newest and best technology and fastest cars. Status and wealth beyond imagine as everyday becomes a mixture of massive parties and becoming one of the most famous people in the galaxy overnight. For most it would mean freedom, it would allow anyone from the son of a cooperate tycoon to a beggar on the street to forge their own life and destiny. The freedom that came with title meant more than anything else could to most. It allowed the winner to live their life however they wanted.

You are one such racer having qualified for the Grand Wave you are a minor celebrity in your own right. The year is a very special one for the Grand Wave taking place on its 1000 year anniversary the spectacles are expected to be fabulous, the drama intense, the violence awesome and the explosions bigger. As the Racing Council had just announced the location of the Grand Wave. Taking place on a deathworld called Sefer scheduled for demolition to make way for a hyperspace gate. The twist being the demolition is supposed to start the day of the race.

Have Fun!

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OCC Information

Hello Everyone! Let me welcome you to Escape Velocity! This is a reboot of an old guild RP I created. This roleplay is simply about a group of racers taking part in the greatest intergalactic road race of its kind. Half the time will be spent doing action packed cool things in your own created vehicle and the other half will be focused heavily upon character development especially in the time leading up to the big race.

To imagine a frame of reference for the tone of this universe I shall throw some words together. Like pod racing on LSD or Mario Kart on Cocaine. The goal is balls to wall outrageous in similar vain to such works as Speed racer and the wonderful REDLINE. So no holds barred pure octane awesomeness and doing insane things for the rule of cool is not only expected but should be the norm. Explosions are to be expected, lots of explosions.

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Technology of the Year 3022:

Class V Engines

Class V Engines are found in two types of vehicles, military fast response craft and racing machines. Harnessing the power inside of them to be able to go for zero to hypersonic in the blink of an eye. These devices are extremely dangerous and the out most care most be used in operating them as they are prone to overheating and explosions. At the same time the energy output created by the engines allows for seemingly magic abilities most famously being a machines ability to turn off gravity around it for a few seconds in time, allowing for some truly high flying stuns.

Racing Machines

As fast as they are mean the racing vehicles of tomorrow come in a variety of shapes, colors and purposes. Part high speed death trap and part battle wagon it is not uncommon to see Grand Wave vehicles equipped with rocket launchers, flame throwers, machine guns, spear tossers and a variety of other weaponry. All in the name of good fun and carnage of course. All vehicles are equipped with ICARUS systems which allow them to hover slightly above the ground when needed to traverse dangerous terrain such as water and lava. (Like in the new Mario kart)

Weapons Technology

Weapon technology of the future is generally broken into the grand triad.

Ballistic Weaponry
Guns and bullets what's not to love? Effective, loud and angry sometimes a mass driver propelled bullet is all that is needed to make the day worse for the other guy. Ballistic weaponry is one of the more commonly found types of arrmants found attached to a vehicle.

Laser Weaponry
Lasers are the bullets more fancy and privileged cousin. Trading in shell casing for energy cells, these types of armaments trade in pure stopping power for precision and deadly piercing ability. They generally weigh less then their ballistic counterparts but require more energy to keep running.

Heavy Plasma
Plasma armaments are usually reserved for military use in long range artillery and heavy cannons. Though some ambitious and crazy individuals have been bringing them to the racing circuit. Though notoriously hard to aim and very cumbersome most can destroy military defense in one to two hits, let alone the common racing vehicle.

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Building A Better Race Car:

Your character's machine is very much a part of them, it is an extension of the self. As a result some could argue that it is actually more important than your actual driver. And so I'm not going to restrict you with a certain rubric or point system you have to follow. I want your imagination to run wild and make the most awesome thing you can imagine. Of course it would be nice if you don't make it too overpowered.

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Da Rules:

• I'm expecting at least a couple well written paragraphs. Nothing major and quality is always better then quantity. But that being said if your post is always three sentences long we will have a problem.
• Follow the Guild Rules
• This story has everything to do with the rule cool and so logic and common sense has no place here.
• Anything and everything is a viable weapon up to and including small children.
• We are doing this for fun, not fun bragging rights so don't be OP about it.
• There will be mature themes and elements so be okay with that
• If it would be cool in an action movie, you can do it here.

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Application Info

CS

Appearance:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
History:
Personal Equipment:
Raison D'être:(Why do they want to win the Grand Wave)

Vehicle Sheets

Appearance: An Image or description would work. Though a combination of both would be best.
Model Type: What is the name of the box? For example R18 e-tron quattro
Name: What does your character call it? Its nickname
Designation: (From Ultralight to Heavy)
Description: Lots of fancy tech jargon regarding its strengths, weaknesses, abilities, etc
Equipment: Weapons, armor and any other special goodies it may have.

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So who wants in?

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

"Should have left behind a bottle of Pepsi." Maki replied in a deadpan before breaking out into a devilish smile. "How did you enjoy having your cockpit covered in caramel?"

@Reaper

Silly, Pepsi does not exist anymore. Now Space Pepsi, that stuff is all the rage. Of course only after they beat Space Coke in the interstellar cola wars of 2330. Millions of men died in a frothy fizzy typhoon as both sides battled for sugary domination. I'm pretty sure McKnight lost a great great great great grandfather during the mess.