@Sep They were only a reference point for ideas, not the actual armor. I can look on DA though.
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“There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.”
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@Subject Zero Agreed, but Vincent doesn't know this and is paranoid enough to assume the worst. :/
Her tone of voice and body language told a different story, but Vincent wasn't going to push an issue that didn't seem to have an end in sight. Clearly they both had secrets which were better left in the dark whence they came, and hopefully become buried far enough down that time eats away at the remains until there is nothing left.
“Guns?”
Vin’s expression soured at the idea of having to carry one, but it was a necessary evil as far as he was concerned. He gave both Eric & Christy a hard stare, and then turned to Jennifer.
“Well, those two definitely know their way around all kinds of firearms, so let them keep what they want, and we’ll take whatever is the easiest to handle. Maybe a shotgun? I hear you don’t need to really aim with one of those”
He gave Jennifer a playful jab in the side, before looking back out toward where Nate and his clones had gone.
“I guess the real question is, how long are we supposed to stand here for? I sun is just about above the horizon, which means it’s probably around six-thirty...ish, so obviously the people of this backwater town are going to start converging on our position soon enough.”
“Guns?”
Vin’s expression soured at the idea of having to carry one, but it was a necessary evil as far as he was concerned. He gave both Eric & Christy a hard stare, and then turned to Jennifer.
“Well, those two definitely know their way around all kinds of firearms, so let them keep what they want, and we’ll take whatever is the easiest to handle. Maybe a shotgun? I hear you don’t need to really aim with one of those”
He gave Jennifer a playful jab in the side, before looking back out toward where Nate and his clones had gone.
“I guess the real question is, how long are we supposed to stand here for? I sun is just about above the horizon, which means it’s probably around six-thirty...ish, so obviously the people of this backwater town are going to start converging on our position soon enough.”
@Draken I thought it read just fine, even though I felt like I needed a science degree during a few parts :)
@Sep
Yeah no worries, I just mentioned the investigator since it was part of the Security division.
Oh, and Doctor Raidne looks like she'd be a blast at the next company party :D
Yeah no worries, I just mentioned the investigator since it was part of the Security division.
Oh, and Doctor Raidne looks like she'd be a blast at the next company party :D
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And no school for me...just two needy kids and crazy work hours O.o
Oh, and I gave Gavon the title of "Chief of Security", because it just sounds much cooler if someone says "Yo, wuttup Chief?" ;)
Also, I'm going to try to find some decent uniform concepts for the following Security personnel:
- Chief
- Guard Captain(s)
- General Guards (semi-heavy)
- Riot Police (Heavy)
- Investigative Agents (light)
Aaaand some others I can't think of right now.
And no school for me...just two needy kids and crazy work hours O.o
Oh, and I gave Gavon the title of "Chief of Security", because it just sounds much cooler if someone says "Yo, wuttup Chief?" ;)
Also, I'm going to try to find some decent uniform concepts for the following Security personnel:
- Chief
- Guard Captain(s)
- General Guards (semi-heavy)
- Riot Police (Heavy)
- Investigative Agents (light)
Aaaand some others I can't think of right now.
The crisp air passed through the vents along the top of the wall, cooling his forehead and chest as he wiped the sweat from his brow before planting both hands firmly onto the floor to continue another set of pushups. This was the norm for Gavon, early morning workouts to prepare his mind and body for the day ahead, followed by several small meals of various nutritional qualities, both solids and liquids, to help sustain enough energy for a good ten to twelve hour shift if necessary. Physically, he’d never felt better in his life, and he knew this particular day would be taxing enough on him and his team. But mentally, he had his doubts about the ship itself, it’s technology, and the AI that seemed to control everything around them. Space travel was relatively new to him, and adjusting to that type of environment took years for some, but nevertheless, he had to put away the past concerns and anxieties that crept into his mind, focusing on the here and now.
“Still thinking about today’s launch, eh Gav?”
Natalie rubbed the sleep from her eyes and rolled to one side, propping her head up with an arm while focusing on her husband across the room as he mentally counted his repetitions.
“It’s this bloody artificial heart they stuck in my chest, damn thing is probably malfunctioning.”
“Well...you seemed to be functioning pretty damn well last night, cowboy.” She shot him a mocking wink. “And multiple times at that.”
Gavon snorted, throwing off his pushup count, as he changed positions to sit with his back against the wall, towel drying his forehead, chest, and arms.
“‘Cowboy’. Why do you insist on calling me that?”
“Because I know it annoys you.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone, reaching for the half empty bottle of water on the small nightstand and finishing it off before sitting up on the edge of the bed to pull a long tank top over her small naked frame.
“You and your American bred humor...” He said, shaking his head trying to hide a smirk behind the towel.
“I thought that was the reason you married me?” She quickly grabbed her pillow and playfully tossed it at him, which he caught in the air, and placed between his head and wall.
He never quite felt like he deserved a woman like Natalie, and would have never imagined in a thousand lifetimes that she would ever want a guy like him. But, as fate had it, they were a perfect mix of calm and chaos, and after almost ten years of marriage, seemed equally inseparable. She was slightly shorter than he, a tall and lean woman standing just under six feet, with cropped reddish-brown hair, olive skin, light freckled cheeks, and green piercing eyes that could stare any man down. He owed her a lot, probably more than he could ever repay, but she was never in it expecting reciprocation. She loved Gavon because he was real, warts and all.
“Gav, look…” Natalie walked over and knelt down next to him, her expression taking on a more serious form. “Don’t let your past experiences dissuade you from what the Ark has to offer. And the technology on board is top-notch.”
“I’m not ‘dissuaded’, Nat, it’s just...these were the same devices -exact make and model even- that The Brotherhood were smuggling and selling to lowlife scum who didn’t deserve it, and now I have one of these infernal things in my body, probably ready to short out at any minute and kill me on the spot.”
She let out a long sigh. “Your dramatic ‘techno-paranoia’ aside, it was what they had on hand at the time and it saved your life Gavon, try not to forget that.”
“No. You saved my life.”
The months that passed since he was transported onto the Vitae for emergency heart replacement, leading up to launch day, Gavon spent countless hours in physical therapy and on-the-job training, taking on mental exercises, additional combat exercises, and attending classes held by the Security & Investigation Division. He eventually adapted the role as Chief of Security, restructuring and streamlining a few of the processes, and implementing additional security measures throughout the Ark. His greatest struggle, oddly enough, was warming up to the Ark’s artificial intelligence entity, NO4H, considering he’d always put his faith in human comrades rather than a machine. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t like the AI, but rather he didn’t trust it to a degree. However, NO4H had also proven to be an invaluable asset and he really didn’t think that the bastard would be going away any time soon.
Admiral Locke’s voice echoed over the internal and external comms system, giving a speech that he hoped would raise the morale of a crew who were about to head on a journey that most could only imagine, and many feared as well.
“All stations prepare for lift off”
That was Gavon’s queue as he clicked on the communicator for all of his Agents throughout the Ark.
“Alright team you heard the Admiral, it's go time.”
“Still thinking about today’s launch, eh Gav?”
Natalie rubbed the sleep from her eyes and rolled to one side, propping her head up with an arm while focusing on her husband across the room as he mentally counted his repetitions.
“It’s this bloody artificial heart they stuck in my chest, damn thing is probably malfunctioning.”
“Well...you seemed to be functioning pretty damn well last night, cowboy.” She shot him a mocking wink. “And multiple times at that.”
Gavon snorted, throwing off his pushup count, as he changed positions to sit with his back against the wall, towel drying his forehead, chest, and arms.
“‘Cowboy’. Why do you insist on calling me that?”
“Because I know it annoys you.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone, reaching for the half empty bottle of water on the small nightstand and finishing it off before sitting up on the edge of the bed to pull a long tank top over her small naked frame.
“You and your American bred humor...” He said, shaking his head trying to hide a smirk behind the towel.
“I thought that was the reason you married me?” She quickly grabbed her pillow and playfully tossed it at him, which he caught in the air, and placed between his head and wall.
He never quite felt like he deserved a woman like Natalie, and would have never imagined in a thousand lifetimes that she would ever want a guy like him. But, as fate had it, they were a perfect mix of calm and chaos, and after almost ten years of marriage, seemed equally inseparable. She was slightly shorter than he, a tall and lean woman standing just under six feet, with cropped reddish-brown hair, olive skin, light freckled cheeks, and green piercing eyes that could stare any man down. He owed her a lot, probably more than he could ever repay, but she was never in it expecting reciprocation. She loved Gavon because he was real, warts and all.
“Gav, look…” Natalie walked over and knelt down next to him, her expression taking on a more serious form. “Don’t let your past experiences dissuade you from what the Ark has to offer. And the technology on board is top-notch.”
“I’m not ‘dissuaded’, Nat, it’s just...these were the same devices -exact make and model even- that The Brotherhood were smuggling and selling to lowlife scum who didn’t deserve it, and now I have one of these infernal things in my body, probably ready to short out at any minute and kill me on the spot.”
She let out a long sigh. “Your dramatic ‘techno-paranoia’ aside, it was what they had on hand at the time and it saved your life Gavon, try not to forget that.”
“No. You saved my life.”
The months that passed since he was transported onto the Vitae for emergency heart replacement, leading up to launch day, Gavon spent countless hours in physical therapy and on-the-job training, taking on mental exercises, additional combat exercises, and attending classes held by the Security & Investigation Division. He eventually adapted the role as Chief of Security, restructuring and streamlining a few of the processes, and implementing additional security measures throughout the Ark. His greatest struggle, oddly enough, was warming up to the Ark’s artificial intelligence entity, NO4H, considering he’d always put his faith in human comrades rather than a machine. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t like the AI, but rather he didn’t trust it to a degree. However, NO4H had also proven to be an invaluable asset and he really didn’t think that the bastard would be going away any time soon.
Admiral Locke’s voice echoed over the internal and external comms system, giving a speech that he hoped would raise the morale of a crew who were about to head on a journey that most could only imagine, and many feared as well.
“All stations prepare for lift off”
That was Gavon’s queue as he clicked on the communicator for all of his Agents throughout the Ark.
“Alright team you heard the Admiral, it's go time.”
Edit: I did a thing! I also made several assumptions about the Ark's hangar and air-corps. No one else is really a part of the air-corp, other than perhaps Anderson- but he's a different sort of pilot, so I felt I could make some assumptions and world building.
I thought your descriptions painted a fairly vivid picture of the hangar interior. Well done.
That being said, @Sep, as we go along in the story, building out our own assumed descriptions, could they be added to a new or existing tab for reference? For instance, @vietmyke's Ark hangar description could be included in the "Ark" section, obviously :)
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