@Gowi
And there you go have a post! It's not the best thing in the world but its serviceable at least.
And there you go have a post! It's not the best thing in the world but its serviceable at least.
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Hexaflexagon (Concept)
In geometry, flexagons are flat models, usually constructed by folding strips of paper, that can be flexed or folded in certain ways to reveal faces besides the two that were originally on the back and front.
Hexaflexagon (Person?)
Academic who somehow got conned into working for the Government. Been role-playing both on forums and TTRPGs for close to twenty years at this point. I'm like 99% retired from active RPing on the Guild, but I still like to poke my head onto here once in a while to make sure that I didn't leave the lights on.
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Charuri Rol
“I'm... no stranger to it. Feemor and I.... well we did a few missions down here that's all." Charuri responded as she peered out past the door. Hot air rose from the manufacturing plants below pressing hot durasteel into prefab molds, a mixture of a strong chemical odor and the stench of decay. They were far away from the the polished outer shell that was the Upper City having traveled into the true heart of the Galaxy. The young Cathar took one last look behind her down the long tunnel that lead back into the temple.. It would be the second home she would escape from in a smoldering ruin. There was a sound from further in the tunnel.. They had to move.
Charuri turned back to face the open doorway and what lay ahead. She tapped Naat on the shoulder giving her a thumbs up and a weak attempt at a smile. Then she breathed and stepped out of the tunnel into a different type of labyrinth all together one not of tunnels and darkness but of towering buildings and interconnected alley ways lit by harsh neon signs advertising everything from cheap droid parts, alcohol and prostution. Some eyes followed them as their trademark brown robes made them stand out among the crowd. News traveled fast on Coruscant and faster still in the Undercity. It was only a matter of time before people started connecting one and one together.
“We are going to have ditch our robes soon." She whispered to Mast as they moved deeper into the crowd in an attempt to blend in Oddly enough though the girl felt more at ease here among the thugs. It reminded her of her childhood and it at least made her at ease as she was in her ‘element’ as they say. One hand naturally stayed clasped to Naat's in an effort to not lose the girl in the crowd as they weaved their way forward. She intermittently squeezed her hand in small pulses keeping a constant connection as if she was afraid it would slip away at any moment. Among the chaos and throng of people she spotted something promising; off of one of the side streets sitting in a bundle of rags and garbage was an elderly Rodian male, a cup at his feet. Charuri gestured with her head towards him as they pulled off from the crowd.
"Just try and look semi-threating. “ She told Naat as they approached the beggar. The Rodian kept his head down as they approached either half-asleep or lost in contemplation. The girl kneeled down next to him careful not to let her pants brush against the dirt and grime covered floor. After several failures at gaining his attention she sighed and shook him back into the world of the living. The beggar let out a shout of surprise pulling back from the young Cathar who was looking at him intently.
“Do you speak basic?” Charuri asked meeting his large saucer like eyes only to receive a gruff and rather unpleasant slur in Rodian as a response.. The Cathar sighed fighting the urge to slap him as much to his surprise she fired right back at him in his native language. “Well you could of said it nicer you know."The beggar's big blue eyes widen as he realized his mistake as he began to eye the Cathar more closely.
“A fur covered annoyance that can speak properly. Well you don't see that everyday."
“Yeah well I’m just full of surprises." Chauri shot back without hesitation. Now this, this was what she was good at. She was no fighter like Naat or as stealthy as Jenner had been but talking? She knew talking. That was the consular’s way, tongue as sharp as any lightsaber serving as the vital bridge between the Order and the people. Or that was there purpose at least.
“Well unless you have something worthwhile to say girl. I'm tired and need some rest." he explained as he begin to turn over to his side but was stopped as the Cathar grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him back into an upright position.
“You can go to sleep after we are finished. First I have some questions. “ Charuri stated her voice firm.
“Spit it out than. “ The Rodian replied clearly annoyed but seemingly resigned to the fate before him.
“Well if somebody needed to vanish for a long time. Preferably off world where would they go."
"... I might know a place. But as I see it you and your girlfriend over there haven't given me anything worth while. So why would I tell you anything at all let alone help you out?" The Rodian replied smugly.
"She's not my!" Charuri yelled angrily as she raised her fist in the air. Before she did anything drastic though she took a deep breath and centered herself lowering her fist slowly as the Rodian who had slunked away when the fist was raised visibly relaxed a knowing grin on his face. He had thrown her off guard, but Charuri would not let him maintian the advantage. She had to push and she had to push hard."Listen you know who we are right?"
"Jedi Scum." The Rodian replied gesturing to the outfit.
"Yeah Jedi. And you know what we do? My human companion over there has destroyed dozens of battle droids and killed warriors of much more sterner stuff than you. And we've both had a long day and she is just waiting for an excuse to skewer you alive. And trust me I don't think anybody is going to really care if we did it. So if you want to keep yourself in tact I suggest you start talking and quickly." She explained her voice cold and angry loosing any and all inflection of politeness. She didn't mean it really, well not all of it but sometimes to get answers one encouraging threat could end up going a long way. The Rodian seemed caught for a moment in indecision unsure of what do in the moment, he looked from Charuri to the much more scary and imposing Naat and back between them. Finally he sighed and held up his hands in defeat.
"Alright. Alright I get your point." He explained as he sat up from his pile of rags. "You'll be looking for Zaarda."
"Zaarda?" Charuri repeated the name foreign to her ears and not ringing any important bells.
"She's a Hutt. She specializes in 'exports' around here."
"A Hutt? I haven't heard her name spoken among any of the big Kajidics" Charuri replied slightly curious. The Rodian laughed as if the statement was the funniest thing he had heard in awhile his entire body shaking in the rags.
"That's for good reason girl. She's not from any of the big Kajidics. She's an independent." The Rodian replied and Charuri could only shake her head in disbelief.
"The others must not be happy about that." Charuri muttered.
"Yeah. Somehow though she's managed to maintain power in the area. Everything around here is under her control, she's the most powerful living thing on this level."
"And she'll be able to get people off world?"
"Mhmm. She smuggles everything out from drugs, weapons to people on occasion Though don't expect her to do it for free. She is a Hutt after all, they are all in it for the business." He explained even though he spoke his insult in a hushed tone as if he was worrying if somebody was listening in on their conversation
"Where can I find her." Charuri asked as she began to stand up.
"The Lazy Wormp. It's her base of operations. Just follow the main street down, you can't miss it." The Rodian replied, Charuri nodded her silent thanks and walked back over to Naat switching back over to basic as she relaized that the other girl was probably very confused at the moment.
"Well the good news is that I think I have our way out off here." Charuri explained trying to sound happy. "The bad news is it involves dealing with a Hutt. So there is that. Unless of course you have a better idea that is." Charuri explained as she began to explain the conversation she just had with the Rodian to her companion waiting for her input on what to do next.
@Prisk@ZB1996
You are both right to a degree. Though personally I prefer to stay away from the title of Hacker as it leads to a certain picture in peoples heads. (I'm looking at you WarGames! Goddamn you John Badham, Goddamn you to hell!
lol) Some would refer to me as what you would call a White Hat butttt some of my friends would call me a sellout because I squander my talents by trading in freedom and independence for three piece suits and policy meetings. But the truth of the matter is it pays well enough and I don't have to worry about going to jail. So in the end I'm perfectly fine being a sellout. 
You are both right to a degree. Though personally I prefer to stay away from the title of Hacker as it leads to a certain picture in peoples heads. (I'm looking at you WarGames! Goddamn you John Badham, Goddamn you to hell!
lol) Some would refer to me as what you would call a White Hat butttt some of my friends would call me a sellout because I squander my talents by trading in freedom and independence for three piece suits and policy meetings. But the truth of the matter is it pays well enough and I don't have to worry about going to jail. So in the end I'm perfectly fine being a sellout. 
Ars Moriendi
Everybody dies▲TL;DR Summary:
- Dark Fantasy World inspired by the Dark Souls Series and Wraith: The Oblivion
- Takes place in the Sleeping World, an odd sort of purgatory/decaying reflection of the world.
- Player Characters are Vessels of Ascension, spirits that were able to hold onto something from the world of the living more specifically they remember their old names.
- As Vessels they are destined to at least try and fulfill the Prophecy of Ascension which will as the legends say change everything.
- Because of this on their quest they are of subject of great interest to four different parties. The Three Covenants who fight for constant control of the Sleeping World: the Judges, the Usurpers and the Ramblers. As well Nyx, the great darkness which seeks to consume everything and anything.
- Story is about fighting to maintains ones humanity as they struggled against the world and try and fulfill this prophecy in search of the truth, acceptance, peace and whatever else they may be seeking.
▲Premise
As the fire fades to nothing but fading embers, so does man such is this fundamental truth. Some try to outlive this fact through their actions; kings carve great edifices out of ancient stone and command their scholars to write great histories of their conquests. Yet eventually their kingdoms fall and their names are forgotten in the even turbulent sea of history. The mighty unforgotten heroes of the age fall as well some by the sword and others by the ever present burden of time as they lay old and feeble. Even gods themselves are not immune to the specter of death. Eventually their temples fall to ruin and their worshipers lay scattered and dead among ornate columns of marble, their names become nothing more than whispers lost on the wind. Everything dies and everything fades away.
You awoke from your endless slumber slowly as life drags its way back into your bones. You fingers fell the very ground beneath you give way as they dig in to find some sort of purchase; jagged and worn, a beach of shattered obsidian. The sound of dark waves crashing endlessly against the shore and the rumble of a storm out at sea that has raged on for countless eons. This beach seams to stretch on endless far into the horizon to either side. The sky above you is cast and twilight and the stars above seem foreign and strange. Your head swarms with great pain and everything from before hand seems foggy and distant all you can seem to draw forth form this great fog is a name and nothing more. Breath drags in cold, stale air thicker than you're used to and you start to move following the paths in the sand already carved by those that came before you.
This land is known as the Sleeping World and you are dead. All those that die most first pass through this decaying reflection of the land above bound to this reality by emotional and physical ties to the awakened world. Yet you are special, you are different than most of the spirits that wander this realm as you remember something, you hold the power of your name. As one of these chosen few the path ahead of you is one wrought with conflict and hardship. For their is the prophecy, one as old as the sleeping world itself and one that threatens to change everything this is known and will be known. A prophecy which calls for them to find the land of the undying sun to end the age of darkness and bring forth an event known simply as the Ascension. This brings you who are chosen into direct interest and conflict with the three Covenants who would the power in the Sleeping World who believe the power of the Ascension can be used to secure their rule. The Oppressive and tyrannical Judges who have held power in the Sleeping World for endless ages and are hellbent on preserving order. The Usurpers those who wish to overthrow the Judges and turn the kingdom asunder and seek the power of the Ascension to due as they please. Finally there remains the Ramblers, more beast than man these individuals have lost even the basic fundamentals of humanity and seek to bring an end to it all and believe that the Ascension can be used to destroy the sleeping world once and for all. All the while another force weaves its tendrils through the foundation of the world known as Nyx. The great and unrelenting darkness which desires nothing more than to drag everything that once was and will always be into empty oblivion.
You are not the first of these so called Vessels of Ascension that have awoken on the beaches of the Sleeping World, many have tried to make the journey and many have failed. Is this your fate or are your destined for something more?
As the fire fades to nothing but fading embers, so does man such is this fundamental truth. Some try to outlive this fact through their actions; kings carve great edifices out of ancient stone and command their scholars to write great histories of their conquests. Yet eventually their kingdoms fall and their names are forgotten in the even turbulent sea of history. The mighty unforgotten heroes of the age fall as well some by the sword and others by the ever present burden of time as they lay old and feeble. Even gods themselves are not immune to the specter of death. Eventually their temples fall to ruin and their worshipers lay scattered and dead among ornate columns of marble, their names become nothing more than whispers lost on the wind. Everything dies and everything fades away.
You awoke from your endless slumber slowly as life drags its way back into your bones. You fingers fell the very ground beneath you give way as they dig in to find some sort of purchase; jagged and worn, a beach of shattered obsidian. The sound of dark waves crashing endlessly against the shore and the rumble of a storm out at sea that has raged on for countless eons. This beach seams to stretch on endless far into the horizon to either side. The sky above you is cast and twilight and the stars above seem foreign and strange. Your head swarms with great pain and everything from before hand seems foggy and distant all you can seem to draw forth form this great fog is a name and nothing more. Breath drags in cold, stale air thicker than you're used to and you start to move following the paths in the sand already carved by those that came before you.
This land is known as the Sleeping World and you are dead. All those that die most first pass through this decaying reflection of the land above bound to this reality by emotional and physical ties to the awakened world. Yet you are special, you are different than most of the spirits that wander this realm as you remember something, you hold the power of your name. As one of these chosen few the path ahead of you is one wrought with conflict and hardship. For their is the prophecy, one as old as the sleeping world itself and one that threatens to change everything this is known and will be known. A prophecy which calls for them to find the land of the undying sun to end the age of darkness and bring forth an event known simply as the Ascension. This brings you who are chosen into direct interest and conflict with the three Covenants who would the power in the Sleeping World who believe the power of the Ascension can be used to secure their rule. The Oppressive and tyrannical Judges who have held power in the Sleeping World for endless ages and are hellbent on preserving order. The Usurpers those who wish to overthrow the Judges and turn the kingdom asunder and seek the power of the Ascension to due as they please. Finally there remains the Ramblers, more beast than man these individuals have lost even the basic fundamentals of humanity and seek to bring an end to it all and believe that the Ascension can be used to destroy the sleeping world once and for all. All the while another force weaves its tendrils through the foundation of the world known as Nyx. The great and unrelenting darkness which desires nothing more than to drag everything that once was and will always be into empty oblivion.
You are not the first of these so called Vessels of Ascension that have awoken on the beaches of the Sleeping World, many have tried to make the journey and many have failed. Is this your fate or are your destined for something more?
▲OCC Information
Ars Moriendi is what happens when you take Berserk, the Dark Souls Series and Wraith: The Oblivion and throw them into a blender set to Purée. It is a dark fantasy role play set in the vast land of the dead known as the Sleeping World. This place acts as a sort of Purgatory where those souls unable to pass on because of emotional physical ties to the Awakened world are sent. The player charters are special cases within the world known by many names but most commonly as Vessels of Ascension. They are special, they were able to take something with them from the Awakened World, they remember their names. Names hold great power in the Sleeping World as names carry the weight of the Prophecy of Ascension which the Vessels are destined to complete. To do this they most navigate a vast and hostile world populated by devilish creatures birthed from Nyx as well as lost souls that have long since forgotten their humanity, as well as navigating quagmire of politics between the Three Covenants who would great sway in the world all vying for power. And all the while they most struggle to maintain the last fragments of humanity they possess.
Beyond this the plot of the roleplay is as vague and nebulous as the world it takes place in. This is on purpose as the pillars upon which it rests are world building and character interaction as I intend to give the player enough freedom to breath and be as involved in the active progress of the plot as they like. The pace is slow and will without it be slow expect for small periods of intense actively to further accent how desolate the world itself is and this feeling of loneliness and resignation that I intended to capture from the start.
And in the end it is wise to remember to cling to hope as it is all you have left.
Ars Moriendi is what happens when you take Berserk, the Dark Souls Series and Wraith: The Oblivion and throw them into a blender set to Purée. It is a dark fantasy role play set in the vast land of the dead known as the Sleeping World. This place acts as a sort of Purgatory where those souls unable to pass on because of emotional physical ties to the Awakened world are sent. The player charters are special cases within the world known by many names but most commonly as Vessels of Ascension. They are special, they were able to take something with them from the Awakened World, they remember their names. Names hold great power in the Sleeping World as names carry the weight of the Prophecy of Ascension which the Vessels are destined to complete. To do this they most navigate a vast and hostile world populated by devilish creatures birthed from Nyx as well as lost souls that have long since forgotten their humanity, as well as navigating quagmire of politics between the Three Covenants who would great sway in the world all vying for power. And all the while they most struggle to maintain the last fragments of humanity they possess.
Beyond this the plot of the roleplay is as vague and nebulous as the world it takes place in. This is on purpose as the pillars upon which it rests are world building and character interaction as I intend to give the player enough freedom to breath and be as involved in the active progress of the plot as they like. The pace is slow and will without it be slow expect for small periods of intense actively to further accent how desolate the world itself is and this feeling of loneliness and resignation that I intended to capture from the start.
And in the end it is wise to remember to cling to hope as it is all you have left.
@Rockette
Oh well, I'm a Security Consultant mainly in the field of Computer Security. Basically folks pay me to find security flaws in their systems, fix them, et cetra. It is mostly banks and the like and is much more boring than it sounds. lol
Oh well, I'm a Security Consultant mainly in the field of Computer Security. Basically folks pay me to find security flaws in their systems, fix them, et cetra. It is mostly banks and the like and is much more boring than it sounds. lol
@vietmyke
Myke is everyone's favorite SciFi logistics nerd.
Who had the bright idea of giving her control of the WMDs again? lol
Myke is everyone's favorite SciFi logistics nerd.
Don't make me regret fulfilling my dream of planetary annihilation. >:O
Who had the bright idea of giving her control of the WMDs again? lol
Just a little update on my part.
Work has been a little bit crazy as I've spent the main part of last week traveling from airport to airport like some kind of interdimensional airplane hobo. (Oh how I hate business trips with a burning fevernt passion.) but I should be home in about two days and I'll be able to hash something out then or hopefully earlier if I can find a moment to myself.
Work has been a little bit crazy as I've spent the main part of last week traveling from airport to airport like some kind of interdimensional airplane hobo. (Oh how I hate business trips with a burning fevernt passion.) but I should be home in about two days and I'll be able to hash something out then or hopefully earlier if I can find a moment to myself.
And there you go! It is a little rushed and all but the quicker we are done with this little adventure the better at this point. xD So I figured I'd kick it into overdrive.
Death, so much death and done with such fury. Trapp didn’t looked over at Alice but upon the corpses that Maki had just put out of their misery. Bodies were twisted and shattered into alien geometries each taken apart with movements so quick that each one flew together in a blur. It was easy to sometimes forget that Alice was in reality a machine built from the ground up for a singular purpose, killing. Right now he didn't have time to worry about it, instead he chance to file the information away for later something to bring up to the Captain if he had a chance. When he had a chance.
He followed after Maki in silence occasionally casting a sideways glance back at Alice seemingly all ‘okay now’ the uniform she was wearing covered in blood and bone debris. He shook his head and followed Maki past an intersection and down a long hall where at the far end the data center was located. The room was noticeably cooler than the rest of the facility to keep the highly valuable data from overheating. As Alice began to go to work on the Mainframe Trapp gestured Maki to follow him out of earshot where he still spoke in hushed tones.
“Okay listen that was some fucked up shit, and I understand that with her being your wingman and all that it is probably worse for you. But until we get off of this goddamn rock, I need you to look after her okay? We will address this but at a later date.” He explained his voice stern but tired as he walked away from his fellow pilot to began to shore up their defense and look out for more guards before Maki could reply with some snarky comment that he was really getting tired off by this point.
Several Minutes later
Trapp clung to the wall fighting for breath as he found a moment of peace in the midst of the firefight. Things had gone to right shit as quickly as one could imagine. It was supposed to be easy, in and out but instead they had been ushered into a killing field. Out manned, outgunned and running out of time. They had held out reasonably well taking out solid chunks of their aggressors before they had to push back. The blood stained floor in front of them was a testament to the extended skirmishes that had commenced. A silent alarm went out as soon as Alice had accessed the mainframe of the system and as it was essentially that Coalition Military secrets didn’t fall into enemy hands especially technology being developed on a planet like Jehan had made sure that despite the attack, squads of Coalition soldiers had been rerouted to deal with the runaway prisoners.
He looked over to his right on the other side of the door where Maki was currently raining hell upon more approaching troops, they were doing okay for the moment but they were running low on ammo. Further back Alice was still pulling all the information from the database, they needed more time but they had no time left. Exhaling Trapp pulled out around the corner and trained his sights on the approaching Coalition Soldiers. He could hear Gates in his head whisky thick voice rough and rumble. Exhale..... And fire. His finger squeezed the trigger once and then twice sending two more three round burst down range one hit a approaching soldier in the chest and the next shattered his friend's faceplate. Two bodies fell but the others kept on rushing forward.
“Alice we need to go! Now!” Trapp yelled over the roar of the gunfire as the Coalition Soldiers began retaliatory fire peppering the door frame with another round of bullets. Trapp pulled back letting out a curse in his breath in German. He waited till their bolly ended before snapping back out and firing again. He and Maki were doing their best but they would be overwhelmed by sheer numbers soon enough. Suddenly there was an explosion as part of the facility was blown away by a stray shot from a MAS through the hole in the ceiling vaporizing the poor coalition soldiers assaulting Trapp could see the blazing white silhouette of a FTX-075 dance across the sky. Mcknight. It would seem their rescue team had finally arrived. He chuckled to himself before he turned to look at his two companions.
“We are only going to have once chance like this. We are going now whether we have all that data or not.” Trapp pointed to the map of the building hanging on the wall of the datacenter. “Maki, I need you to escort our little robot miss to the holding garage where the capture MAS’ are being stored and make sure she gets out of here in one piece.” Trapp explained as he traced his finger to the east of their current location. “While you two are doing that I’m going to head in the opposite direction and hopefully draw some of away from the two of you. Hopefully if all goes well I’ll be able to ‘borrow’ something from one of their hanagers at least until we can get back to the Lincoln. Now let’s move!” Trapp said with a reaffirming nod to the two of them checking his rifle one last time before moving out the door of the Datacenter.
He pulled to the right almost breaking into a sprint almost immediately as he began to fumble with the dials on the transponder he had stolen. His hands moved across the device in a frenzy following the intricate patterns as he set the device to the 7th’s communication frequency. Eventually static give way to broken and scattered voices d...en...e sys...ems and soon Mcknight’s voice came loud and clear into the headset. Trapp smiled madly to himself as he rounded another corner barely avoiding another group of soldiers bullets slamming into the wall.
“Gallant this is Odin. Repeat Gallant this is Odin. Took you fuckers long enough. Listen 7th Maki and Alice are currently heading towards the west end of the facility to recover and reactivate their vehicles. I’m going to need you to clear the area around the hangar for the-.” Trapp’s voice was cut off as a bullet slammed into the transponders box causing a harsh static growl to fill his ears. The pilot cursed as he discarded the headset and quickly dispatched the man that had shot at him. He stepped over the body and turned right following the signs that pointed him toward the main hangars as well as the experimental unit.
Soldiers rounded the corner ahead of him and Trapp quickly dove into the doorway to his right as they opened fire. Frantic he pressed the barrel of his rifle against the electronic locking mechanism keeping the door locked and fired. Sparks flared up but the door opened and Trapp slipped inside. Once inside he slammed the panel on the other side making the doors slam shut once more. He leaned against the door taking in a deep breath as he felt the Coalition soldiers pound against it in frustration. A moment later he heard the sound of a cutting tool starting its slow process of sawing through the door. He didn't have much time.
He stepped outward into the room which turned out to be a large dome shaped testing area. On the wall directly across from him in large white letters it read T E S T I N G A R E A 0 1. All about the place MAS parts were scattered in heaps and piles some in middle assemble and scattered about were tables with computers and data spewed across them. Trapp approached a coffee cup on the table and touched it feeling the warmth still radiating from within. The research must have all fled when the alarm went out Trapp mused to himself. His eyes were drawn from the table to far beyond it, a large frame braced into the wall.
“Is that?” Trapp could only peer up at the thing in disbelief. It was a MAS but not any make or model that Trapp had seen anywhere. It towered high above him made of sleek white metal and straight lines. Futuristic and sleek the thing made even front line UEE models look somewhat archaic by comparison. Down the side of the arm in bright red letters spelled the word Y G G D R A S I L. Trapp was knocked out of his reverie by the sounds at the door and knew he had to move. He made his way quickly to the ladder that lead up to the MAS and climbed quickly ascending the ladder he pried open the hatch at the top and slipped into the darkness.
The cockpit of the Yggdrasil felt foreign to Trapp as where his own cockpits had always been cramped and tight sweatboxes this once was built with efficiency and comfort in mind as the pressure gel in the seat reacted to his body and adjusted accordingly to disturb the weight efficiently. He looked at the main console ahead of him. Tentatively he flipped a switch and heard a slight hum began as a reactor was turned on. As the reactor began pumping power through the system the console in front of him lit up bright blue in color. A C-MAD logo flashed across the screen and a moment later words began to appear.
He followed after Maki in silence occasionally casting a sideways glance back at Alice seemingly all ‘okay now’ the uniform she was wearing covered in blood and bone debris. He shook his head and followed Maki past an intersection and down a long hall where at the far end the data center was located. The room was noticeably cooler than the rest of the facility to keep the highly valuable data from overheating. As Alice began to go to work on the Mainframe Trapp gestured Maki to follow him out of earshot where he still spoke in hushed tones.
“Okay listen that was some fucked up shit, and I understand that with her being your wingman and all that it is probably worse for you. But until we get off of this goddamn rock, I need you to look after her okay? We will address this but at a later date.” He explained his voice stern but tired as he walked away from his fellow pilot to began to shore up their defense and look out for more guards before Maki could reply with some snarky comment that he was really getting tired off by this point.
Several Minutes later
Trapp clung to the wall fighting for breath as he found a moment of peace in the midst of the firefight. Things had gone to right shit as quickly as one could imagine. It was supposed to be easy, in and out but instead they had been ushered into a killing field. Out manned, outgunned and running out of time. They had held out reasonably well taking out solid chunks of their aggressors before they had to push back. The blood stained floor in front of them was a testament to the extended skirmishes that had commenced. A silent alarm went out as soon as Alice had accessed the mainframe of the system and as it was essentially that Coalition Military secrets didn’t fall into enemy hands especially technology being developed on a planet like Jehan had made sure that despite the attack, squads of Coalition soldiers had been rerouted to deal with the runaway prisoners.
He looked over to his right on the other side of the door where Maki was currently raining hell upon more approaching troops, they were doing okay for the moment but they were running low on ammo. Further back Alice was still pulling all the information from the database, they needed more time but they had no time left. Exhaling Trapp pulled out around the corner and trained his sights on the approaching Coalition Soldiers. He could hear Gates in his head whisky thick voice rough and rumble. Exhale..... And fire. His finger squeezed the trigger once and then twice sending two more three round burst down range one hit a approaching soldier in the chest and the next shattered his friend's faceplate. Two bodies fell but the others kept on rushing forward.
“Alice we need to go! Now!” Trapp yelled over the roar of the gunfire as the Coalition Soldiers began retaliatory fire peppering the door frame with another round of bullets. Trapp pulled back letting out a curse in his breath in German. He waited till their bolly ended before snapping back out and firing again. He and Maki were doing their best but they would be overwhelmed by sheer numbers soon enough. Suddenly there was an explosion as part of the facility was blown away by a stray shot from a MAS through the hole in the ceiling vaporizing the poor coalition soldiers assaulting Trapp could see the blazing white silhouette of a FTX-075 dance across the sky. Mcknight. It would seem their rescue team had finally arrived. He chuckled to himself before he turned to look at his two companions.
“We are only going to have once chance like this. We are going now whether we have all that data or not.” Trapp pointed to the map of the building hanging on the wall of the datacenter. “Maki, I need you to escort our little robot miss to the holding garage where the capture MAS’ are being stored and make sure she gets out of here in one piece.” Trapp explained as he traced his finger to the east of their current location. “While you two are doing that I’m going to head in the opposite direction and hopefully draw some of away from the two of you. Hopefully if all goes well I’ll be able to ‘borrow’ something from one of their hanagers at least until we can get back to the Lincoln. Now let’s move!” Trapp said with a reaffirming nod to the two of them checking his rifle one last time before moving out the door of the Datacenter.
He pulled to the right almost breaking into a sprint almost immediately as he began to fumble with the dials on the transponder he had stolen. His hands moved across the device in a frenzy following the intricate patterns as he set the device to the 7th’s communication frequency. Eventually static give way to broken and scattered voices d...en...e sys...ems and soon Mcknight’s voice came loud and clear into the headset. Trapp smiled madly to himself as he rounded another corner barely avoiding another group of soldiers bullets slamming into the wall.
“Gallant this is Odin. Repeat Gallant this is Odin. Took you fuckers long enough. Listen 7th Maki and Alice are currently heading towards the west end of the facility to recover and reactivate their vehicles. I’m going to need you to clear the area around the hangar for the-.” Trapp’s voice was cut off as a bullet slammed into the transponders box causing a harsh static growl to fill his ears. The pilot cursed as he discarded the headset and quickly dispatched the man that had shot at him. He stepped over the body and turned right following the signs that pointed him toward the main hangars as well as the experimental unit.
Soldiers rounded the corner ahead of him and Trapp quickly dove into the doorway to his right as they opened fire. Frantic he pressed the barrel of his rifle against the electronic locking mechanism keeping the door locked and fired. Sparks flared up but the door opened and Trapp slipped inside. Once inside he slammed the panel on the other side making the doors slam shut once more. He leaned against the door taking in a deep breath as he felt the Coalition soldiers pound against it in frustration. A moment later he heard the sound of a cutting tool starting its slow process of sawing through the door. He didn't have much time.
He stepped outward into the room which turned out to be a large dome shaped testing area. On the wall directly across from him in large white letters it read T E S T I N G A R E A 0 1. All about the place MAS parts were scattered in heaps and piles some in middle assemble and scattered about were tables with computers and data spewed across them. Trapp approached a coffee cup on the table and touched it feeling the warmth still radiating from within. The research must have all fled when the alarm went out Trapp mused to himself. His eyes were drawn from the table to far beyond it, a large frame braced into the wall.
“Is that?” Trapp could only peer up at the thing in disbelief. It was a MAS but not any make or model that Trapp had seen anywhere. It towered high above him made of sleek white metal and straight lines. Futuristic and sleek the thing made even front line UEE models look somewhat archaic by comparison. Down the side of the arm in bright red letters spelled the word Y G G D R A S I L. Trapp was knocked out of his reverie by the sounds at the door and knew he had to move. He made his way quickly to the ladder that lead up to the MAS and climbed quickly ascending the ladder he pried open the hatch at the top and slipped into the darkness.
The cockpit of the Yggdrasil felt foreign to Trapp as where his own cockpits had always been cramped and tight sweatboxes this once was built with efficiency and comfort in mind as the pressure gel in the seat reacted to his body and adjusted accordingly to disturb the weight efficiently. He looked at the main console ahead of him. Tentatively he flipped a switch and heard a slight hum began as a reactor was turned on. As the reactor began pumping power through the system the console in front of him lit up bright blue in color. A C-MAD logo flashed across the screen and a moment later words began to appear.
/// W E L C O M E T O T H E AAT-748P Y G G D R A S I L S Y S T E M.
/// P O W E R I N G U P...... P O W E R I N G U P
//// P R E F O R M I N G S Y S T E M C Y C L I N G
/// A L L S Y S T E M S N O M I N A L
/// P O W E R I N G U P...... P O W E R I N G U P
//// P R E F O R M I N G S Y S T E M C Y C L I N G
/// A L L S Y S T E M S N O M I N A L
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Work has lessened at least for the time being so that is a relief. So with this new found extra time I'm working on that post, ETA is within the day. Though since it has been such a long while of baited anticipation I'm unsure if I will be able to live up to expectations. xD
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