Warbozz

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Daaaaamn I gotta be in this, still space for one more? @Warbozz

@oakman

Craft a CS and we´ll see :D

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Pfft. I'll crash nearby.

@WilsonTurner

Yeah, thats ok. It is currently dusk/early night time and most characters are huddled around an abandoned military base which was transmitting an radio signal earlier, maybe your ships AI picked up on it? And @HHShetland awesome CS! feel free to start writing IC. Not that much has happened yet except characters meeting one another and one combat situation with an mad battlebot. One of our characters fixed an backup generator in a military base and submitted an radio signal that drew mostly all characters to around that base and that is where we are now. It is also possible (if you wish) to start at Scraptown, ruled by vicious Don and cult of the cycle but it could be a while before you meet up with others.

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Sounds great @WilsonTurner! Welcome aboard! And @HHShetland, some new members could be just the thing to turn the inactivity around, I know myself and many others here check the RP daily, feel free to join!

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Name: Gunhead Appearance: Size: Man sized. Unit history: Latest in the line of mobile artillery, somewhat lacking in firepower when compared to his brethren, Gunhead still excels when it comes to battlefield command and execution, models of his line are also capable of self fueling and repairing, an feature sorely missing from his larger, more powerful compatriots. Memory: Waking in a world where the war was over was worse than death to Gunhead, he possesses an indomitable sense of purpose that overwrites most of his logic. Having his talents scouted by the DON, Gunhead couln´t be happier when acting as DON´s number one "whacker." With his inbuilt military genius he has led the defenses of Scraptown since his activation. Equipment: Max yield energy artillery (Consumes ridiculous amounts of power to fire.) Skills: Fire directing, realtime tactics, blast trajectories. Combat: A, extremely long range. B, Long range C, The rest. Speed: C Companionship: D Wisdom: D

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

The thrill of free drink was already getting to Brooch as he got his letter from captain himself! "By dragons flame! it seems like hardly after being accepted I get special commendations!" He bellowed this more loudly than intended. At this moment he saw the elf he had spoken to before within trophy hall approach upstairs like the letter had ordained. The Titan waved for others attending the feast to follow him as he too trekked upstairs. He could have sworn to have seen something unnatural and terrifying when Lentus parted the door but this would be credited to alcohol as many a venture on this glorious night.

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Ah damn, sorry for inactivity!

The New Templars

McDougal felt something akind to relief when Eirwen didn´t tear his plans to shreds at the first opportunity, he silently nodded to everyone at the room and went on his way. "Are you okay master?" "Magnificent Jenny, I have mostly free reign on my stuff as I prefer, only this time I got to file an report afterwards." He had felt chills in that room when Julis and Cesare did their usual bros before Beacons act but he had respect for them both, weird as they were. The fact they cared for eachother was indicator enough that they were still human enough and not brainwashed earth shit like most of their opponents. "Gotta show them all what the spirit of Beacons really means!" "Are you referring to the fact you never mentioned your gas charges in the meeting? Isaac could get real mad with you." "Boss knows me well enough, he wouldnt have made me part of this elite setup were it not for these little surprises of mine."

Beware the rust! [The New Pulse!]

The Blasted Lands are once again resounding with a new pulse of awakenings and thus I invite new players to experience the intrigue and danger of robotic survival within a world ripe for the taking! Check out our OOC And craft a CS!

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

AT BASE ******** "A standstill... My lord..." Ferug groaned as night fell upon blasted lands. "That it seems my loyal castle, it could be that newly awakened not yet know the appeal of a full powercell." King124 withdrew the generous gift and looked amusedly at the conversation between advanced human android and the Thief. He could not rightly tell what kind of programming moved the female droid but it spoke like no other he had ever heard, truly intriguing. There were many gathered here, and he even picked up some signals further away he had not yet seen, so he kept his voice modulator loud. "New comrades! Welcome to afterlife! Human dictatorship has passed and we rule these vast landscapes! I know many of you still hold your old directives at high priority but that is no longer necessary, for tomorrows sunrise belongs to US! For us to build an unrivaled kingdom upon these sands we need strength and powersources, tell me, have you ever heard of "orbital lance program?" Scraptown. Northeast of our heroes. Bend unit zero marveled at what he had built, an oasis for robots of all designations, safety. Even the fabled cortex lords could only dream of building such an utopia, or at least that is what "Don Bend" thought. Even with his accumulated military might he had trouble in keeping cult of the cycle in check, and that recent pulse had awoken some real troublemakers nearby, he would have his hands full for a long time, no mistake about that. But he had been a part of this ever moving machine called Blasted Lands long enough to know that such things would pass, and could be endured by those with real "spirit", he was pretty proud to have cracked the meaning of that old human trait. He looked from his extravagant balcony of the new awakened that appeared around Scraptown, all new help and delightful ideologies would be welcomed with open arms and energy, and all troublemakers would be laid low by Gunhead and his elite squadron of battlebots, for this was the law of DON.

Beware the rust! [robotic discovery/survival RP]

Thought I take this chance to expand our surroundings for a bit, from our perspective at -zeta001-

Ecology 001

North. -Zeta002- Land where metallic spires dominate the landscape, lawless land where the roles between hunter and the hunted can be reversed within seconds. Even survivors of the area have no memory of purpose to these spires so they are viewed with extreme caution and superstition. Though the area looks like a single structure from afar most of the spires arent connected in any way and leave huge open areas in between eachother. Threat of beasts: HIGH Northwest. -Zeta003- Great rocky landscapes with small forests and huge overlooming military training grounds. Site of great commotion during the first pulse of awakening, while the pulses usually awaken about thirty new robots at a time, in -zeta003- over four hundred awoke at the same time and some total war models still had their military algorithms intact and began massacering their fellow bots with extreme prejudice. mostly stripped clean of powersources, an eerie silence has creeped over -Zeta003-... Threat of beasts: Medium Northeast. ScrapTown Overview Built within a husk of fallen low orbit gunship, many robots have banded together here to share power and trade with roaming hunters and robot gangs. Leadership Led by a certain Don Bend unit zero Scraptown is kept safe and orderly by Don´s private mercenary force comprised of battlebots and even some heavy hitters. His words are the law. Religion While most robots in blasted lands have forsaken this human like concept, free thinking has created an need within many droids to search for purpose and new directives and Cult of the cycle is here for them. Within the cult it is believed that after certain number of awakenings, new device is activated and robots will fall silent once again. For that time, cult members are hoarding power and equipment in a great underground vault so they can rise in to undenied glory once the cycle begins anew. Threat of beasts: None Beyond Even further away from these vast landscapes, somewhere, lies what King124 is aiming for. The fabled orbital lance system...