Skillgannon

[COLOR=DarkGreen]A shimmer crept closer to the abandoned ware house. It had slowly tracked the hostile mechs using the subtle heat signitures of the captured mechs. A single entity watched as jin crumpled to the ground. [COLOR=Black]"lets say high shall we, big cat"[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]"do lets!"[/COLOR] the twin LP cannons slid up to the cloaked mechs shoulders with an audible click . " [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]"gut guns online" [/COLOR] a large cheetah mech shimmered into view and began strafing the two T-Rex mechs. large blue shields quickly apeared around the enemy mechs and seemed to stop the Laser Projectiles in their tracks. [COLOR=Black]"fuck me! this wasn't supposed to happen, arrgh i hate these tounament settings, every things powered down!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]"plan B?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Black]"plan B"[/COLOR] The cheetah mech swung its right cannon around and shot up dirt at the feet of the enemy pilots, who left their captives and sprinted to thier mechs. The cheatah used the left cannons to shatter the shackles and bindings on the liger and eagle mechs. [COLOR=Black]" lets go sunshine we havent got all day!"[/COLOR] a male voice boomed from the cheetah. kai shook jin and helped him struggle back into the cockpit of his mech then strapped herself into her own, looking ahead she could see that the T-Rexs had just stiffened thier tails and seemed to be powering up for something. "hey guys get out! ill try to distract these turkeys!" with a deep growl the cheetah sprinted across the kidnapped mechs and fired at the enemy [COLOR=Black]" oi! ugly this way!"[/COLOR] the ploy half worked as both the Rex's aimed at the streaking silver cheetah and opened thier mouths unleashing massive beams of energy. the high powered beams barely missed the silver blurr. the two T-Rexs activated thier cloaking amd foolowed the new arival. the pilot of the cheetah watched his screen as the two new mechs made good thier escape by land and by air. the sliver form streaked off into the desert with the two enemy mechs in tow. [COLOR=Black]"oK big cat lets see if we can't loose these oversized turkeys in the canyon"[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]"will do, i dont particularly want to get my arse singed again"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Black]"Graphic![/COLOR]"[/COLOR] ooc: hi guys im back! lol amgoddess and hero have allowed me to join this thread, my charecters stats are in the inn, oh by the way the[COLOR=Black] Black font is darrius the pilot talking[/COLOR] and the [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]grey is bailey (the mech)[/COLOR] lol u might aready have guessed this but oh well.

[COLOR=DarkGreen]: Pilot Sign-up : Name: Darrius king (pronounced DARE-EE-US) Age: 23 Gender: male Origin: NS1 Appearance: [URL=http://www.mangasland.com/animes/WHR02.jpg]click [/URL] Personality: Darrius is sarcastic but has an infectious humor. As a result of the war only really connects with his MB Bio: son of lieutenant Arthur King, Darrius grew up on the base. Training with the solders and his father. Darius learnt a lot about tactics and combat however he had little interest in following his father?s career path. He always loved tinkering with things and is now a great mechanic. His father?s death during the war has touched him deeply but he has helped him to mature.he hold great respect for his fathers memory and strives to honour his name. during the last 5 years he has been working as a bounty hunter between the star clusters, hunting down rengades, smugglers and fugitives from earth. his work gives him a lot of practice in real undiluted combat. he still keeps in contact with sora but has lost contact with some of the other pilots. Weakness: arachnophobia and *beautiful women (*what man isn?t) : Tournament MechAnima:Cheetah Name: Bailey Personality: older but still impatient, and very gun ho, bailey loves the thrill of the hunt and the satisfaction of slipping past defences. His enthusiasm for battle is a little disturbing but his curiosity makes most laugh. Bailey feels a deep connection with Darrius and is tremendously loyal to him. Appearance:[URL=http://www.geocities.com/gundamguardangel/Zoids/Drake/LighteningSaixDash.jpg] click[/URL] and [URL=http://www.bwtf.com/bw/tvshow/cc/cheetor/tm2/beast.jpg]click[/URL] a cross between cheetor and the lightning saix, (black and silver colour patern) and the cool black tear smudge on its face. normall Abilities: turbo thrusters allow it to reach speeds of mach 3, effective combat speed is up to mach 1, fast and extremely agile this beast has a state of the art stealth mode rendering it nearly invisible to all scanners audio, visual and thermal. Twin LP/EM PULSE cannons are mounted on its shoulders providing long-range firepower ("gut guns"as he affectionately calls them as they stow under his chest)., he also now sports a plethera of mines and missles courtesy of raids on arms smuggler hideouts. Bailey still has its powerfull jaws and razor sharp claws, capable of shredding any metal. SPARK: a much smaller scale of his spark atack Ledgendary Mechanima: Cheetah Name: Demon Personality: baileys dark side is unvailed releasing a confidents and calculating predator. Appearance: the same as it normally is but it's colouring chages from silver and black to gold and black., its metalic fur becomes covered by plate armour around its shoulders and flanks. Normal Abilities: upgraded versions of its normal weapons ie (faster fire rate and higher powered ammo) Special Abilities: SONIC BOOM, rapid acceleration which causes a shockwave strong enough to shatter metal and knock down buildings. WINGS OF HELL: Demon creates an aerofoil of charged particled and is able to launch himself into the air, and manouver using his boosters. DEMON BLADE: pulse cannons slide lower on the body and fire a beam of purple energy capable of cutting through anything,(think blade liger) the cannons can also fold down and fire a thick flat wall of energy that spans a kilometre in each direction ,capable of decimating ranks or shielding allies. SPARK: Bailey uses almost all power to deliver a surge of pure energy to its core sending out a combined electrical storm and huge EM shockwave with devastating results. Weakness: his attachment to Darrius and his curiousity[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]darius felt a growing restlessnes that no amount of danceing could shake so he slipped out of the ballroom and headed toward the mech bay. "hey there big cat how u holding up" darrius got in and straped himself into the cockpit. "now would be a great time to use that clearence pass you created using comander de'larn's ID." the huge blast doors opened as the mech was cleared for take off. the huge machnial cheetah blured ino motion as the guiding arows streaked past. the duo were content to just stretch their legs as the mechanima ate up the miles at a steady lope. peeling left darrius merged with bailey and followed the ridge of a huge canyon. darrius was suddenly struck by heavy laser cannon fire which caused bailey to stagger and wheel around. "what the fuck!!!" the huge pegasus mech loomed overhead in the night sky as bailey turned tail and dashed away dodging laser fire. digging his claws into the rim of the canyon he swung around and returned fire using max power on the demonblades pointing foward. the purple energy ray of baileys demon blades clashed in mid air with the roge mechs destructive weapon of death. suddenly several T-Rexs emerged from the forest and lumbered toward the trapped cheetah mech. "you have got to be kidding me!!!!there over a dozen of those fuckin oversized turkeys!" the rexes closed in and halted, it didn't take a genius to figure out wat was coming next as they charged up their cannons. darrius saw that the pegasus's beem was slowly but surely inching closer against his and anger grew in him forging a deeper conection with bailey. heavy metal music surged though his mp3 player and thoughout his being, and he decided that if he was going to go down he was going down fighting. bailey tapped every last micron of power he could spare and drew it into his core, charging up the weapon he only knew as "Spark" "its bin an honor riding with you big cat" "[COLOR=DimGray]no the honour is mine, thanks for making me grow up a little"[/COLOR] with sheer force of will darrius promted it into action. it seemed as if the world had slowed down as darius felt the initial shockwave rip through his body. the last image though his brain was the face of a beutiful young woman, Liz. and then he blacked out. blue and green lightning coursed though the cheetah mech and found the masive forms of the T-Rex's, yanking them through the air like straw towards itself. a masive EMP shockwave ripped through the mechs and an electrical storm erupted, frying cicuts and melting nearby mechs. the pegasus mech was knocked out of the air but not before its beam struck home resulting in a torent of twisted metal being buried in a torrent of sliding rock and earth. there was no sign of the cheetah mech or the alien built T-Rex's under the rubble at the bottom of the canyon. the damaged pegasus took to flight into the darkness. "well he knew how to go out in style, i'll give him that" the hooded figure mused ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- at the bottom of the canyon a techicolur forcefield suddenly sprang up around the huge pile of rubble. OOC: ok here's the deal, i'm going to be down for the count for at least 4 weeks, boot camp (talk to amgoddess she knows wats happening) so this was a conveniant way to keep my charcter occupied, and get a fresh element in the plot lol. think evolution period like in zoids. ok caio, happy RPGing[/COLOR]

Darrius huged sakura as the music drew to a close and steppd off the floor looking for something to cool down with at the bar. darrius was nusing a glass of punch when he spotted liz and sora in the corner. grinning he grabbed a few glasses and meaneded to the chatting pair. darrius let out a low whistle as he a aproached "hello hello!" he laughed "nice work girls, diddn't i always tell you youd look half decent if you scrubbed up a bit sora" bringing him a punch from a sora and a chuckle from liz "see that we're going to have to improve your social skills sora" replied darrius handing the galsses around. the trio chatted away untill "are you gona be my girl" by jet started playing "oh we've gotta dance to this" laughed darrius, "mind if a steal her for a bit liz" darrius and sora milled into the centre of the dance floor and booggied. sora laughed at darrius's loony dace moves but his enthusiasm was contagious. darrius held her hands and they jived away as he swung sora around in a high energy dance. when the music stopped he was lead back to where liz sat by a laughing sora. "i thought your arm was broken darrius!" chuckled liz "nah im just faking it" laughed darrius pulling up his black tuxedo sleeve revealing the cast down his fore arm. "plus they gave me a couple of miligrams of this painkiller, so im pretty damn happy right now" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a little latter: A girl in a tight black dress walked up to the trio and singled out darrius "hi darrius, wanna dace with me?" "sure thing steph" replied darrius scooping her by the waist and leading her towards the dance floor. he grinned back over his shoulder at sora and winked mischiviously

[COLOR=DarkGreen] ooc: damn il never leave this alone for 2 days lol it's like a weed lol The mech carrier sped through the air with Darrius and bailey in its hull. From the looks of the feeds from the air mechs sensors that party had started without them. Darrius engaged the combat systems as his mp3 player thumped heavy base into his system. The nanobots flowed rapidly down his body creating the G suit that protected his physical body from the rigors of mech combat. The carriers feed showed the battalion of alien mechs advancing on the horizon. Image enhancers revealed that these were dinosaurs, huge lumbering T-rex?s were scattered among the sea of smaller raptors. While lightning fast pterodactyls engaged the four active Arial mechs. Suddenly the huge blast doors to the back of Darrius?s carrier resounded with laser fire. Scanners showed a lone pterodactyl on his tail. Darrius instinctively opened up the floodgates of memories and emotions as he and bailey linked. Overriding the carriers controls, Bailey maximized reverse thrusters, getting them too close for missile lock, spitting out the bases coordinates into the auto pilot Bailey fired at the doors hinges and sprang out into the grey nakedness of the stratosphere with all boosters flaring. Distilled instinctive intuition kept the cheetah mech from the deadly laser bursts of the surprised dinomech. Bailey fired a single burst from his gut gun, lancing the pilot through the cockpit window on the mechanical beasts head. And laded on all fours on the back of the winged terror. Bailey swung a tight aboutturn and dug his claws into the top of the hull, using his boosters to maintain the course he wanted. He used the alien mechs own fire power to strafe into the advancing ranks of land based Dino?s. The confused dinomechs finally opened fire on the approaching pterodactyl. ?Time to put that paintjob in a bottle to good use, big cat!? Bailey unleashed a feral cry and shimmered as the billions of nanobots seamlessly refracted light to render the cheetah practically invisible. Bailey maximized thrusters and launched himself of the speeding pterodactyl as he cleared the huge Arial beast he prompted the demon blades into activation and tucked into a rapid spinning roll. The powerful purple laser beams from his side shredded the pterodactyl into scrap metal in mid air and desecrated the ground mech ranks. Bailey surged earthward in an uncontrolled dive, aiming for a hulking t-Rex. He landed hard on the back of the rex and skidded across its spine, digging its lethal claws into the screeching metal of the machine of destruction, he slid down its tail. Using all the momentum he could bailey sunk his teeth into the huge tail and swung it , sending the large mech tumbling to the ground. Then bailey swung into the fray, severing the Rex?s head from its sizable shoulders with the demon blade, he charged into middle of the enemy ranks, cleaving a wide path through the battlefield. Even though the enemy mechs could not detect his mech, they directed heavy fire around the dinomechs that were being mysteriously gutted. Bailey dodged and weaved through the torrents of laser bursts. But stray bursts were grazing the hull, destroying the stealth shield and causing the cloaking capability to flicker and finally disappear. ?Awwh shit!!? The raptors were finally able to latch on to Darrius?s mech. Swamping it under their robotic mass and tearing into the hull with razor sharp teeth. Darrius screamed as he felt the pain, lacerations manifested themselves onto his body through the link. ?Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, YOU OBIOUSLY DON?T KNOW, WHO. YOU ARE MESSING WITH!!!!!!!? ?Light em up sparky!? Using a micro version of his spark attack, bailey flash fried the raptors on his hull. Flickering tendrils of blue electricity coursed throughout baileys hull, electrocuting anything it came into contact with. ?Come get some!!? Darrius felt a wave of emotion that threatened to break the link with bailey when he saw liz?s mech go down. ?Elizabeth!! No!? He and Dale rushed in to provide cover fire with Ajack and Vick as she was evacuated from the field of battle. It was as if a demon had been unleashed; Darrius was gripped by a berserker fury. And he initiated a much deeper link. [B]**Linking Port Activated. Connection: Darrius**[/B] Bailey and Darrius linked to a depth that they had never though possible. Bailey channelled all the anger and hate Darrius could summon into unrestrained savagery, exploding into the enemy and tearing them apart until he couldn?t find another he could destroy. The duo slowly slipped back to personal awareness. Darrius was shaking uncontrollably as the consequences of the link took their toll. Bailey sustained damage, his outer hull was scorched and battered and his left shoulder had been lacerated by a T-Rex, it was sparking and hindering full movement. [COLOR=DimGray]?How you doing in there buddy?[/COLOR] ?Honestly, I feel like hammered shit, lets get back to base big cat? chuckled Darrius ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [B]back at the base.[/B] Darrius woke in the hospital wing , he tried to move but a pain shot up his arm, bringing forth a few choice oaths. His groggy mind registered the shattered bones in his left forearm and the painful surgery that had implanted metal grafts. So they would heal faster. The base would need its pilots in proper working order as soon as possible and sway did the discomfort of a field lieutenants son hold in the workings of the base. Darrius slumped back into the hospital bed, oh well hospital food couldn?t be that bad. ?How are you holding in there big cat? [COLOR=DimGray]?Oh just fucking peachy thanks. they?re reconstructing my shoulder and I was quite attached to my old one?[/COLOR] ?Hang on a sec, judges ruling?.yes, I do believe that was a joke?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Darrius and Cliff were half way though a game of pool when a surly young private arrived. 'I have a message for all mech pilots. The commander needs to see all of you right now? Racking the cues in disgust the pilots made their way to the brief. ?You want a bite to eat?? Cliff shook his head as Darrius grabbed a bowl and spoon and a box of fruit loops. ?What?!? laughed Darrius Cliff just chuckled and grabbed a tetra pack carton of milk and tossed it at him. Darrius smoothly caught it in the bowl. Lifting the cereal box to his mouth, he happily crunched on some dry fruit loops. A[B] few minutes latter[/B] Darrius nodded in acknowledgement as he spotted Sora?s father to the right of the commander, as he entered the briefing room. Spotting an empty chair in the corner he sat down next to Liz. ?What?s with the giggling girls?, last time I saw you Sora, you were as pissed off as a frog in a beer keg? ?Sayne confessed he liked her..? sighed Liz ?..Oh I thought I saw his ears burning? chuckled Darrius flickering his attention toward their silent leader. ?Young hearts- run free-ow!? ?No singing Darrius, period!? Elizabeth cocked her head to the side and grinned. ?Fruit loops?? ?What! I haven?t had anything to eat since that coffee at breakfast, I?m starving? ?But seriously, couldn?t you find any thing other than fruit loops? laughed Liz Darrius shrugged, pouring the cereal into the bowl ?well I guess it?s like my father used to say, you are what you eat...? The girls burst out laughing, and he brought a spoon full of cereal to his lips. ?...And I?m sweet? laughed Darrius giving Liz a wink[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Darrius was concerned for the pilots that had taken hist but he used it, channelling all his emotions into a tight knot of anger, resentment and hatred. Firing at the battalions of ground troops Darrius finally unleashed his pent up emotions in a furious charge he thundered a the enemy ranks and leapt on top of a tank and fired pulses into the next row, leaping from one tank to the next like a mud skipper on steroids de devastated the enemy tanks. Bailey and Darrius both acknowledged that is was time to deepen their connection to maximise their combat efficiency. [B]**Linking Port Activated. Connection: Darrius**[/B] The flood of, repressed memories served to fuel his wrath and determination, but baileys connection forced it into the back of his mind leaving him free to think rationally. The cheetah mech let out a feral roar, and surged with elemental speed and agility. Sprinting away from enemy fire it leapt into the middle of enemy ranks, pulling its gut guns lower on its shoulders and flipping them down, so the barrel pointed down. The barrel rotated until a long opening could be seen along the length. The mech lunged to the ground and dug its fore paws into the earth, it started firing in mid spin. The splits erupted into solid laser beams that streamed from both sides of the mech. Hover tanks incinerated in the vicinity of the cheetah, clearing a huge radius of enemy craft. Using the momentum of the spin bailey, cut out the lasers and sprung back into a sprint. Getting deeper behind enemy lines he dodged enemy fire, baileys fierce primal instincts, kept his movement elusive at crucial moments. Darrius was suddenly aware of a swarm of alien fighters bearing in to shut him down. Rage burned in his heart as Darrius gripped the twin joystick toggles and shoved the thrusters as far as they would go. The cheetah surged with speed creating a sonic boom that scrambled the approaching fighter targeting mechanisms, giving Darrius the opportunity to get close enough to be out of missile range. The fighters sent a torrent of blaster fire, which only enraged the beast further. ?Don?t fuck with teenagers!!!? yelled Darrius as he engaged the deadly laser beams from its flanks. With the speed it had picked up bailey launched into the air and corkscrewed a dozen times before landing on all fours. The fighters overhead torqued and spun to avoid the looming danger but were destroyed regardless. Metal rained from the sky as the fighters were severed and splintered by the whirling beams. [COLOR=DimGray]?Sashimi any one?[/COLOR] Bailey dug his claws, and made an abrupt u turn and rocketed back toward the base. Bringing his gut guns back to Twin LP/EM PULSE cannon mode. [B]***Outgoing Transmission: Sakura. Liz. Lyu. Vick.Cliff. Sayne . Fei.***[/B] ?How goes the war guys?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Darrius waved good bye to Liz and made his way to his own room, opening the door with his pass he looked into the place. ?well its not the Ritz but it?ll do? he chuckled Darrius was more than happy with the room it was great by his military standards. The door looked into the lounge which had a plain coffee table and to his left was a small but well equipped kitchen. And at the far end of the room as his bed, closing the door behind him he waked into the shower on the right of his bed room and stripped down, his nanobot suit shifted fluidly from his body. Thinking about a place to keep them. Darrius had an idea, it would be painful but they would always be there if he wanted them. The nanobots and receded into a thin coin shaped blob, and Darrius directed them to the base of his head, and made them form a tattoo by burrowing into his skin, at the top of his neck. ?Breathing hard he checked his handy work in the mirrors on each wall. The was no trace of the nanobots besides a black glyph which represented the katakana idiom for freedom. The bleeding had stoped but there were several red streaks down his spine. Darrius stepped into the shower and stood under the running water, the warm water soothed his bruises. Even with the suit the ride had been bumpy. He let the water cascade down his back as the emotional toll set in. the lives that had ended today could not be brought back no matter how much they fought, dark thoughts and black emotions crept into his mind. Darrius realise that these were symptoms of post traumatic stress. And tried his best to shut the darkness out. He finally got out and dried himself off, and shrugged himself into the clothes he found in the wardrobe. A pair of plain black army cargo pants and a deep red shirt. Strapping a wide belt around himself he threw a black button up shirt over himself and headed to the common room for some dinner. Walking into the common room, he burst out laughing, upon seeing soras antics as the chocolate warrior. Milling around while the food was being prepared, Darrius played a social pool game with keiji, they were equally matched but Darrius was al little luckier, winning by one game. ?You?re good kid, real good, but as long as I?m around you?ll always be second best, see? he said in his best al?capone accent, bringing a chuckle out of keiji. Dinner wa ?I hope everyone likes Italian!? sora called Darrius mouth watered as he thought apout the bolognaise and helped sakura and the others set the table. Sittig between vick and Fei Darrius doled out lots of pasta aand bolognaise sauce onto his plate and grabbed a few chunks of garlick bread. And made conversations etween mouthfuls. After dinner Darrius washed his plate and cutlery and stood by the door talking to Ajack when a private brought a message from Commander Darcon De?Larne. 'I have a message for all mech pilots,' spoke the private as he handed Sayne the letter and then left. Sayne closed the door and opened it 'What is it?' questioned Cliff as they all looked at Sayne 'There's a meeting in the morning at 0500 hours on the upper deck in Commander De'larnes office.' spoke Sayne as he handed the message to Darrius and then walked out. Darrius glanced at the message and arched his eyebrow. ?Well like he said folks, it going to be an early morning, I?d advise you be on time, officers are a touchy bunch at the best of times, I?d know my father is one? Darrius chuckled. Saying good night Darrius left for his room. He entered the room and made straight for his king size bed scooping up the TV remote on the way. Launching himself at the bed Darrius corkscrewed in the air and landed spread eagle on the white covers. [I]?Hey there bailey how are you feeling champ? [COLOR=DimGray]?Not to shabby, all repaired and ready to rock! Wow nice tat!?[/COLOR] ?Excellent, hmm, can you uplink to the bases system?? [COLOR=DimGray]?Yeah with ease, why u got a little information recon mission planed ?[/COLOR] ?Kinda, I don?t like the commander?s supremists attitude. Sayne is a more than capable field commander and his foresight and bravery kept us alive out there today, all of us are more capable than even the crack troops, this base has to offer. And yet we are still belittled and treated as tools that can be used at will. I think Sayne and Sora know that we as civilians are free to choose to fight; it will take only a small incident for one or all of us to choose not to.? ?I want you to hack into the base?s mainframe, and improve our passes, enter Commander Darcon De?Larne security code onto each of them, oh and look up that shield technology Dr Kane is working on, the one from the alien aircraft carrier? [COLOR=DimGray]?Ok Darrius, ill take care of it?[/COLOR] ?Thanks chief, happy hunting [/I] He removed his boots and lay down to watch TV, his eyes felt grainy after a few hours but he fought sleep and channel surfed looking for entertainment, until sleep finally overtook him. Darius got up at 0400 hours and warmed up with several martial arts forms and the stretches he had learned with Sora at gymnastics. Darrius ended the kicking form with the high side kick, done under tension to build the reflex in the nerves, pivoting on the base leg he turned 90 degrees before leaping high in the air and doing a split kick. He then made his way to the shower and stood under the hot water letting it relax his muscles. Darrius pulled on another pair of black military cargo pants, and a dark vest. Lacing his boots he checked the time on his wrist watch. Grunting with surprise he rushed out of his room. Grabbing himself a cup of coffee he made his way to the brief.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=3]On the Battle field[/SIZE] The flanking mechs succeeded in bunching the enemy lines into the centre. The others quickly used the opportunity to send all manner of ordinance into the centre obliterating the enemy ranks. Only pockets of resistance remained as the mechs dispatched the land forces, only to be met by screaming fighter craft. Bailey engaged several of the aircraft and sprinted away from the others. Weaving through the wreckage on the battle field bailey dodged instinctively as their blaster fire bit the dirt around the agile mech. Returning deadly fire, Darrius realised that a dozen other aircraft had locked on to baileys tail. Flashing red lights and an annoying beeping confirmed that he had been painted and the enemy were deploying missiles. Darrius tried scrambling them but they were ballistic. Reacting quickly bailey dug its claws into the earth and swung around firing rapidly at the approaching threats. Darrius realised that he was going to be very very toast very quickly if those fighters sent some blasters at him. Suddenly with a piecing cry Sora?s mech sped through their ranks. Its wings glowing red, the phoenix torqued, rolled and pitched through the enemy fighters leaving behind not one enemy fighter that wasn?t shattered, gutted or cleaved in half. Darrius?s relief turned to horror as the dark shape of Saynes dragon mech plummeted towards him. >>SAYNE PULL UP!!!!! || The mech thrusted up just in time, almost scraping the crouching cheetah. The dragon mech skidded across the dirt and suddenly flipped violently before coming to a stop. >>SAYNE!....SAYNE!...you alive!! || >> [B]Sayne[/B]>>Hn... || >>Man that was close...I thought that you were going to plough straight into me|| ______________________________________________________________________ Darrius salvaged some machinery from the battlefield before returning with the others to base. However the bulky parts slowed bailey down causing him to arrive late back at base. Upon arriving he quickly secured the machinery and helped transport it to Dr Kanes analytical lab. Before returning to the mech hanger to check on baileys repairs. ___________________________________________________________________ [SIZE=3]At the base[/SIZE] Darius walked head long into Elisabeth, as she left the hanger. Apologising profusely he suddenly noticed the streaks down her face, ?Elisabeth what?s wrong?? he asked softly. ?C?mon we?ll go for a walk u can tell me whatever?s bothering you? Darrius walked quietly with Elisabeth down the deserted corridor. With a little further coaxing he managed to get the gist of her encounter with her father. ??I know Darrius but I wish that my father would take into consideration what I want? she retorted in an aspirated tone. ? ahh fathers can be like that? he chuckled ?but try to look at it from his point of view, he loves you so much, and he doesn?t want you to come to harm, hell he?s serving in the defence force so he can protect you. Then you run off to battle behind his back!?? ?Hey who?s side are you on any way? giggled Liz punching him in the arm. ?owww!,? ?Well why does he think I?m fighting!, its so he and other people like him stay safe? ?Wow I never knew you were this fiery? Darrius teased ?we ought to stick a warning sign on you? ?Seriously, your father might me a touch upset right now?? ?Understatement of the year!? ??But I?m sure that when he comes to terms with it-and he will, he?ll respect you even more for it? ?But what if he asks Commander Darcon De?Larne, to pull me out of the mission?? ?Come on Liz, I saw you out there today, you were amazing! Besides the only De?Larne we?ll listen to is Sayne. We?re mech pilots we?re a law unto ourselves? ?Oh we?ll make a rebel out of you yet Darrius King? Elisabeth laughed ?See now that?s basically turning a frown upside down?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]+ [B]COM Channel Established [general]||[/B] >> Yeah good job dale! But it?s not over yet. We may have got one of their field command ships but there's still have six of those huge fighter carriers in the sky. || [COLOR=SlateGray]>>Ajack here>> your right, that?s not counting the one dale fried and the five, correction six Sanye torched we?ve got to take the fight to them||[/COLOR] >> Ok gentlemen and hotties, your doing a great job unleashing hell right here so what say a few of us peel off, give the rest of you room to tango || [COLOR=Black]>> You mean flank them, drive them into the centre, say hi, with our hardware!||[/COLOR] >>that?s exactly what I mean Liz|| With that several of the mechs pulled to the wings of the battle field, and tore into the flanks of the enemy. Darrius had to admit the lion mech was brutal in close combat, slashing and ripping into the rattled enemy with primal fury. Bailey engaged his targets. Dodging the blasts from the hover tanks, he returned fire with his gut guns. Bailey dug its claws into the earth and swung into a tight turn. [COLOR=Black]>>out of the way junior|| [/COLOR] Elisabeth called over the COM link as her tiger mech lunged over bailey. It leapt from tank top to tank top thrusting its powerful claws through the cockpit and pounced onto the next victim with uncanny speed. Momentarily stunned by the tiger?s acrobatics, Darrius fuelled his battle rage with the thoughts of the innocent people these scum had killed in the city and fought with renewed ferocity.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Darrius was strapped in tightly. The tiny cock pit was crammed with monitors and controls. He had time to jam his earphones in and crank up his mp3 player before the mechanical cheetah started moving. [COLOR=Gray]?Hold on to ya knickers!? [/COLOR] it joked before lunging into motion. Darrius was thrust back into the seat and his body experienced massive acceleration force. The flicking guiding arrows streaked past. Only the wolf mech was left in the hanger. The monitor?s brightness assaulted his eyes as they emerged into the daylight. [COLOR=Gray]?Comfy? [/COLOR] ?Stop showing off, you're fast i'll give you that? it was impossible to sound serious when he was having this much fun. ?Seriously I don?t know how much more G?s I can take before i black out, big cat? ?[COLOR=Gray]oh shit I nearly forgot, you humans and your frailties. Punch that red button on your left?[/COLOR] Darrius struggled to reach the button and slammed it with his fist. A shiny silver substance oozed fron the floor and flowed up his legs. ?ohhh, it's cold, what the hell is that? [COLOR=Gray]?nanobots, every mech has them. Useful little buggers, think of it as our paintjob in a bottle? [/COLOR] the mech chuckled. ?What are they going to do to me? he asked as his entire body was covered in what looked like liquid metal. [COLOR=Gray]?Actually it s what you?re going to do to them, their connected with you now, accept them and you and me will be bonded. Accept them and then you can form them into anything you need. Like say a G suit??[/COLOR] Darius formed thoughts in his mind, he needed all the benefits of a G suit, something comfortable and something that would identify him. The nanobots formed a suit that clung to him like a second skin, a black leather textured jumpsuit, with a hood that covered his entire head leaving only a slit between the bridge of his nose and eyebrows. The only embellishments on the G suit were a pair of distinct markings down the facemask like the tears of a cheetah. As he accepted the bond, Darrius felt as if he had merged with the cheetah it was as if a tidal wave had washed through his mind, washing through the memories, and emotions he had chosen to lock a way. Fresh pain accompanied many of the memories. [COLOR=Gray]?I?m sorry Darrius?[/COLOR] ?You could have done this, I mean read my mind whenever you wanted? he whispered with a tone of confusion. [COLOR=Gray]?Yes but I wanted it to be your choice, as brothers. I wanted you to accept me with your own free will.?[/COLOR] ?I appreciate that?..bailey, your name is bailey!? [COLOR=Gray]?Concentrate and merge with me. know me. our combat efficiency depends upon it?[/COLOR] Letting his mind focus Darrius merged with bailey. And felt a conection that was almost spiritual. Darrius could feel the wind whispering across baileys face, the dirt that his paws touched, every bolt and what it could do. Opening his eyes he felt empowered. ?Lets go catch up shall we!? With a feral cry bailey sprang into action, with a deafening noise the mech broke the sound barrier and kept accelerating. Bailey moved with a primal economy, it?s movement was fluid and graceful. Catching up to cliffs panther bailey loped alongside, Waiting for Sakura?s wolf Getting the transmission from the airborne mechs they prepared to engage. Bailey raced up behind Vicks lion and leapt over it ?Nice hardware Vick but move that huge ass!? Darrius yelled into the COM link and engaged the hover craft in brutal close combat. ?There are too many of them on the ground, bailey bring out the toys? The two LP/EM PULSE cannons, slid out from under the cheetah and moved up the right and left flanks to swing into position on the mechs shoulders. [COLOR=Gray]?Gut guns online!?[/COLOR] Bailey was like a whirl wind of death, leaping on top of speeding hovercraft and crunching through the cockpit with its fangs while strafing the enemy ranks with powerful laser bursts and gutting machines with primal instincts and its powerful claws. COM Channel Established || >>Darrius here >>Sora!, Sayne!, Keiji!, lure the bastards over their own lines and shoot them down|| >>Sayne here>> hang on a sec man, I?m a little busy|| he replied swooping in to gut one of the huge ships. >>Sora here>> roger that will comply Darrius|| >>Keiji here >> its gonna rain machinery! || Sora gave every one a heads up as she and Keiji pulled some amazing Arial gymnastics and decimated the alien fighter ranks over the battle field. Darrius switched the gut guns to EMP mode and fired them into the melee with surprising effectiveness. >>holly shit!! The EMP seems to shut them down! || >> Ok people! Who?s got an EM shockwave weapon on their mech? Maybe we can use it on the big ships, their shitting fighters out faster than we can kill them! || the voice of Sayne crackled over the COM link. >>Dale here>> I do. but I need to wrap around the enemy craft to use it|| >>Sora here>>I?ll take care of it|| >>Darrius here>> well you all heard the commanders!, cover them damn it || >>?Were not your commanders!? || Sayne and Sora piped together. >>Fei here>> like it or not you are our leaders in this || he chuckled over the COM link Fei?s scorpion griped the snake mech and catapulted it into the air, Sora used the cover fire to swoop and snatch it from mid air. Weaving through the heavy blaster fire the phoenix got close enough to deliver its precious payload. Dales snake mech wrapped itself around the huge ship and Unleashed its fatal Em shockwave [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Darrius was intently watching Saynes mechanima as Commander De Larne shouted orders, ?Sora, are you ok? Darrius questioned eyeing the quivering blade stuck into the floor, ?I?m fine I?m more concerned about Sayne? she replied in a worried tone. the others were drawn as if by a strange force to the strange creatures in the room. Darrius took several steps backwards towards the door as the red and gold beast that had followed Sora out of the darkness snapped its beak at him, and nearly jumped out of his skin when a set of large whiskers brushed his cheek. Spinning around he confronted by a pair of large silver, black spotted paws. Slowly raising his gaze upwards, he was transfixed by the creatures wicked looking fangs, but it was its eyes that called to him, large luminous and troublingly flickering with intelligence. Darius let out a low whistle. ?Wow, that?s one big pussy cat? The huge mech cocked its head to the side as if he had aroused its curiosity [COLOR=Gray]?Boo!?[/COLOR] Darrius took a step back in surprise ?Great googamuga!...y..you talk? [COLOR=Gray]?Of course I can talk, nice work Einstein?[/COLOR] the mechs eyes flickered with mirth and Darrius could have swore he could hear it chuckling? [COLOR=Gray]?Wait a sec u can hear me!? ?you can understand me, none of the other pilots ever could? [/COLOR] ?Well I?m not a pilot? [COLOR=Gray]?No you feel different, strange?[/COLOR] ?Its weird, I should be crapping myself, I?m standing here in front of a ten ton cheetah, talking, but I feel like I?ve known you all my life? ?[COLOR=Gray]I felt you enter the room, strange but I feel somehow connected to you?[/COLOR] Darrius walked forward and scratched its forepaws, its fur had a metallic feel to it. ?Hey is it cool with you if i clamber up?? [COLOR=Gray]?As long as you don?t start bringing me milk in a saucer, we?re cool?[/COLOR] ?That?s aaa gooood kiiddty? The mech growled. ?Just kidding? Darrius chuckled and clambered up higher to sit cross-legged on the creatures head observing the antics of the people below. Sora looked up from her mechanima and smiled at him. Vick spotted him and raised an eyebrow. Darius only spread his hands and grinned.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green]?Do you know why you?re having detention with me Mr King?? ?Err I slept through your class?? Mr Sheehan slapped his copy of senior physics on the lab desk. ?Do you even know what chapter were are on Darrius? ?23?? ?Well perhaps you?re not as stupid as u act, do the complex reasoning questions at the end of the chapter then you can go to lunch? ?Right? said Darrius picking up the teachers copy from the desk. ?Oh and Darrius don?t use my class catch up on sleep in the future or find your self a more entertaining subject.? With that Mr Sheehan plucked the textbook from his hands and strode out of the class room. -------------------------------------------------------------------------*---------------------------------------------------- Darrius walked way from the cafeteria in disgust, the candy bar was closed. Nursing a cup of noodles he meandered his way through the lunch room looking for a place to park his disgruntled ass. Spotting a familiar face Darrius made a bee line for Soras table hoping to lighten his mood by having a chat with his friend since childhood. ?Hey Sora? ?Where did u come from, Darrius? ?Detention, Sheeney, napping, long story, hey who are your friends? ?Oh this is Sayne, and this is Elizabeth Walker, guys this is Darrius ? After brief introductions Darrius was content to just eating and starting up friendly banter with Elizabeth.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]?One hundred thousand pounds, a small token of good faith the rest you will get when the subject is dead? said the man who had introduced himself as Karkarroff. With an audible click the metal briefcase containing the money was closed. Paul surveyed the small room devoid of all furniture except the metal chair upon which he was sitting. The thrumming base carried from the club below but only barely. Cocking his head to the side Paul replied ?Who is he and where do I find him? The wide set balding man who introduced himself as Karkaroff fished a document from inside his tailored coat and handed it over. As Paul read the document his knuckles whitened, ?is this some kind of joke?? he growled ?No, Nicole Valuchi, the daughter of an important mafia leader, killing her will send a powerful message to Valuchi the elder..? ?Shes fucking twelve!!? ?Is that a problem?? ?Listen to me, it would be in the interest of your general health if u took your money and your job and left? Paul growled, as the three burly men who had entered with Karkaroff started moving. ?No u listen to me , you British pig, nobody! Threatens me in my club? Paul suddenly felt hands grabbing his arms and a blinding pain in his ribs through the black round neck he was wearing before he blacked out. Upon regaining consciousness Pauls eyes slowly focussed. He found himself with his hands handcuffed behind the chair. ?Well it looks like you are not as good as u think you are? Pauls eyes flickered to Karkaroff and the three guards present in the room each man held a silver stun baton. ?What are you going to do you whoreson?? His outburst was cut short by a punch in the stomach from Karkaroff followed by a hook to the face. ?That must hurt real bad ehh, ok lets try this? he said flicking his stun baton to its full length and fiddling with the power setting. ?Vladimier only got you with a low setting, I believe I will boil your internal organs with it turned on to max, what do say to that ehh? ?I?d say I did warn you? The captors roared with laughter, ?what makes u think you can do anything to me?? grunted Karkaroff pulling his face close to Pauls. ?Because I picked those cuffs? Exploding into action Paul drove his knee into Karkaroffs groin, and simultaneously snatched away the baton. In a fluid motion he delivered a hammerfist to the back of his neck and hurled to baton at the guard closest to the door catching him on the throat. Amid the sickening gurgle of the dying guard Paul closed the distance with a hand spring and landing low, swept a guard off his feet. Using the momentum of the sweep, he spun his foot in a tight ark smashing his heel into the fallen mans face. Then jack knifed himself back on his feet dodging a wild slash by the remaining assailant. Redirecting the mans attack Paul striped the weapon used it to strike him on the thigh and temple then used an aggressive front kick to send the man rocketing into the wall. He walked to the groaning form of Karkaroff as the guard slumped to the ground, kneeling on his back he yanked the man by the hair into a vicious neck crank and whispered in his ear. ?We?ll see if I am as good as I think. By the way, I?m Irish? with that he slammed the mans head into the floor and into unconsciousness. Paul rolled him over and emptied his pockets. Scooping up the metal briefcase, he walked to the door and knocked. The flat eye piece slid open and Paul thrust the stun baton through it. Upon hearing a reassuring thud he splintered the lock with a powerful sidekick and hastily departed the premises. Paul had always hated this end of Amsterdam. Paul looked out the widow at the rushing clouds below. There was defiantly some other assassin assigned to ice this girl by now. He didn?t know what he would do in Rome but he would not let her die like he had those village children in Bolivia. Try as he might he could not shake the image of her lying dead and bleeding on the dirt. Mentally berating himself he ordered another cocktail checked out the airhostess who was serving the first class cabin. Smiling to himself, Paul though that with a little work maybe this flight could turn out to be quite enjoyable.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]: Pilot Sign-up : Name: Darrius king Age: 18 Gender: male Appearance: [URL=http://www.mangasland.com/animes/WHR02.jpg]click [/URL] Personality: Darrius is sarcastic and moody as a result of the war only really connects with his MB Bio: son of lieutenant Arthur King, Darrius grew up on the base. Training with the solders and his father. Darius learnt a lot about tactics and combat however he had little interest in following his father?s career path. He always loved tinkering with things and is now a great mechanic. His father?s recent death has devastated him and made him withdrawn and bitter. Crush/Love: no one that he has told any one off any ways Weakness: arachnophobia and beautiful women (what man isn?t) : Mech Beast :Cheetah Name: Bailey Personality: young and impatient, and very gun ho, bailey loves the thrill of the hunt and the satisfaction of slipping past defences. His enthusiasm for battle is a little disturbing but his curiosity makes most laugh. Bailey feels a deep connection with Darrius and is tremendously loyal to him. Appearance: [URL=http://www.geocities.com/gundamguardangel/Zoids/Drake/LighteningSaixDash.jpg]click[/URL] and [URL=http://www.bwtf.com/bw/tvshow/cc/cheetor/tm2/beast.jpg]click[/URL] a cross between cheetor and the lightning saix, (black, red and silver colour patern) and the cool black tear smudge on its face. Abilities: turbo thrusters allow it to reach speeds of mach 3, effective combat speed is up to mach 2, fast and extremely agile this beast has a state of the art stealth mode rendering it nearly invisible to all scanners audio, visual and thermal. Twin LP/EM PULSE cannons are mounted on its shoulders providing long-range firepower and its powerfull jaws and razor sharp claws are capable of shredding any metal. Special Abilities: SONIC BOOM, rapid acceleration which causes a shockwave strong enough to shatter metal and knock down buildings. DEMON BLADE: pulse cannons slide lower on the body and fire a beam of purple energy capable of cutting through anything,(think blade liger) the cannons can also fold down and fire a thick flat wall of energy that spans a kilometre in each direction ,capable of decimating ranks or shielding allies. SPARK: Bailey uses almost all power to deliver a surge of pure energy to its core sending out a combined electrical storm and huge EM shockwave with devastating results. Weakness: his attachment to Darrius and hunger to prove himself to the more mature MB?s[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen]Name: Paulos Michael Bayl, (bailey) Codename: Pyro Age: 27 Appearance: [URL=http://www.outsports.com/entertainment/reviews/bilbjrm2jpg.jpg]click[/URL] 6 foot 2, slim but well muscled like a gymnast, has a tattoo of a fireball on his left forearm. History: a bright student and promising young gymnast is high school; Paul enlisted in the Special Forces. Four years latter he was deployed in Bolivia as part of a black Opps mission. The mission was a failure and lieutenant Bayl was the only surviving member of the operation, something he saw or did affected him deeply and he was discharged shortly after his recovery as a ?section 8?. Paul became withdrawn and depressed which resulted in alcoholism followed by a messy divorce. Almost a year latter owing a great deal of money he was forced into his first contract, a three man hit in Amsterdam. There after he began to freelance, building up a reputation as a man who excelled at what he did. His exposure to advanced electronics and lethal tactics make him a force to be reckoned with. However heatless he seems he is haunted by the blood that stains his soul, unable to shake the past he stumbles forward from pay check to pay check. Weapons: twin walther p99 [URL=http://www.mfiap.com/airsoft/acce/laser_P99_rt.jpg]automatics[/URL], with sound and flash suppressors and laser sight attachment, several daggers hidden on his person and remote detonation explosives. Skills: demolition expert, advanced electronics wizz and an uncanny aim and reflexes Origins: Dublin, Ireland, [/COLOR]

A cloaked figure strode slowly down the street. He turned and looked at a sign hanging over the entrance to a tavern. The greying old man in the cloak smiled. He then proceeded walking into the rowdy atmosphere of the little tavern in the heart of the city and stopped at the table of an old man. ?What is your business here stranger?? the old patron questioned calmly. ?I am looking for someone called Harlem. Perhaps you can help me find him neighbour?, the cloaked man replied while taking a seat next to the old man. ?Harlem eh, I don?t believe I know any Harlem?s around here,? he said rather smugly. ?Ah, but a drink might renew a face to my memory.? ?Barkeeper?? the man smiled. ?Give me two tankards of ale!? After quickly drowning himself in alcohol, the unsteady old man led his impatient charge into a back room, where a skinny weasel faced man was waiting. ?Welcome stranger,? he said. ?How may I help you?? ?I am looking for a man known as Harlem, the leader of this thief guild and the founder of this marvellous establishment.? ?How did you know that this was a guild house?? ?What? Doesn?t the sign outside say ?The Guilded Dagger?? Terrible pun, but whatever tickles your fancy.? ?What do you want with Harlem?? the man said uneasily. ?I have some business I wish to discuss with him,? the hooded man stated clearly. ?Well you have found him. I am Harlem. What is this business of yours?? ?We will discuss the business alone, Harlem,? the cloaked man cut in, eyeing the other man precariously. ?You did not give a name stranger,? Harlem recalled. ?I am known as Sef, that is all you need to know.? ?Garret leave now.? Harlem ordered. ?As you wish? the old man replied. ?Well Sef, this business of yours better be worth my time or you will regret wasting it.? ?The business is dragon oil, Harlem.? Sef pulled a glass vial from his cloak and put it on the table. After briskly wiping his hands on his pants, he dipped his finger into the dark liquid in the bottle and scratched a thin line on the tabletop with his fingernail. ?Dragon oil is very rare,? Sef explained. ?It is also one of the hottest and quickest burning substances known. But it is very unstable. Take water for example.? Sef licked his thumb and quickly touched the edge of the line; the trail of oil flared and in a heartbeat stopped burning. When Harlem?s eyes refocused, all he could see of the line of oil was a thin gap where the oil had burned through the thick oak table. ?Even the tiniest drop of water will ignite it.? Sef grinned and looked at the bewildered guild master. ?It burns quick, burns hot, is odourless and doesn?t smoke. Its perfect for your line of business.? Harlem regained his composure and was quick to make an offer for the priceless liquid. ?Forty gold crowns?? ?Harlem, you know they?re worth far more than even eighty.? ?Sef, you must realise that business has not been the best. The streets are crawling with patrolling soldiers after dark.? ?Nonetheless, we both know that this oil could double, maybe even triple, your profits,? Sef argued. ?Just think of it. You could break into ?secure? rooms in seconds, not backbreaking hours! Destroy any evidence quickly and without anything to trace back to you?? Sef paused. ?But, I am not without a heart, so I?ll tell you what. I will settle for say, fifty gold crowns if you will do me a personal favour,? he said smiling. ?You must gather these items for me.? Sef handed him a piece of parchment, which listed about a dozen ordinary items, and corresponding addresses written in a neat lettering next to them. ?What is this?? Harlem questioned. ?A black leather bound book with a metal talisman of a coiled snake on the cover.? He read on. ?A metal rod as long as your forearm, intricately engraved with the pattern of swirling leaves.? ?Just trifling things really,? Sef said innocently. ?I know the owners of these items wouldn?t mind if I borrowed them.? ?Sure, whatever you say. However, these items must have some value to you if you would give up nearly forty crowns for them,? Harlem said slyly. ?Think what ever you want, but I need those items by dawn tomorrow.? ?How do I know you?ll come back for these things?? ?You don?t. But you want this,? he said holding up the vial. ?So be a good boy and gather the items for me.? Sef pocketed the vial and began to walk away. ?You won?t need the items if you are dead, old man,? Harlem said threateningly. He wore a grim smile. ?I don?t plan on dying anytime soon,? Sef replied without even a halt in his stride. Harlem waited until Sef reached the doorway then pulled a dagger from under his tunic and launched it at the unsuspecting old man. Sef spun around and defensively raised his hand. The dagger whirled and stoped inches from Sef?s hand and stayed in mid air as if held there by an invisible hand. Sef dropped his arm and fell back against the wall and let out a long and exhausted breath. The dagger fell to the floor. Sef quickly regained his composure and turned and faced Harlem, whose face was now the complexion of blanched straw. ?Would you like to try that again?? Sef asked, kicking the dagger across the floor where it lay at Harlem?s feet. ?Some how I don?t think so.? ?H?how did you??? Sef smiled grimly. ?I would recommend that you get the items on the list if you want the vial, and if I don?t have those items by tomorrow morning that pretty dagger of yours is going to find a new sheath. Good Evening.? Sef strode out of the building and onto the dark street he walked with weary strides into the darkness making quite sure that no one was following him. Suddenly, with agility far beyond his years, he sprinted down an alley, catapulted himself onto a roof and ran towards the western end of the city. * A dark form landed noiselessly behind an inn and hobbled through the back entrance. ?Master Sef!? a voice said. ?Did you have a good look around the city?? A bright-eyed young serving girl was walking over to him. ?Yes I did child, but I am a little weary, I would like to go to my room and rest. Could you help me up the stairs, Alana?? ?Of course? The young woman escorted the old man up to his room. When the door was closed Sef walked to the bed and removed an oilskin bag from under it. The bag contained a dozen or so small items, including a black leather bound book with a metal talisman of a coiled snake on the cover and a foot long metal rod intricately engraved with the pattern of swirling leaves. Sef chuckled slowly as he viewed the contents of the bag; they had been hard work to obtain last night. Sef pulled out a shaving mirror and glanced at the greyish-white stubble on his weather beaten face and his sparse grey locks. Sef was not easily moved, but he had to admit that this disguise was superb. Sef removed the grey balding wig and shaved away his greyed beard. Soon, with little further preening, Sef stared at a grinning black haired youth in his shaving mirror. He looked at his hands, which now showed healthy looking skin except for a scar on the back of his left hand. His hands looked delicate, but were marred with years of physical strain and exertion. Sef packed up the bag and his personal effects and waited until the taproom had quietened. He then crept out leaving behind only a small purse of money under the covers as payment for his lodging. He moved through the taproom confidently as if he had a perfect right to be there. At this time of the early morning, most of the regulars were snoring or too drunk to notice anything aside from their hangovers. Still, Sef never took chances. So, disguised as a young nobleman, he strode out of the inn and headed towards the docks. He payed his passage downstream to a port city called Boktor. As Sef stared at the slow running water, he chuckled at the havoc that he had raised for Harlem. He didn?t care. He reminded himself that all that mattered was that he had acquired what was asked of him. ok this rpg is going to centre around that small bit of magic that sef pulled in the tavern. the plot is about someone helping him recognise and develop his powers, but who wants to use him to steal back a valuable scroll etc off an ex pupil who has turned to the dark arts. ok im going to need a mentor in the magical arts the ex student several bounty hunters to go after me and a few other budding young mages to acompany me in the develpoment of my magical potential and eventual theft of said scroll etc. Name:Seffarion Sundakhan or Sef Age: 24 Biography: the son of a prostitute was not the most auspisious begining for a child but sef was intelegent and nimble from a young age and was taken under the wing of a guild master of some repute...unfortunately for the general public he was the master of a thieves guild. and thuss began his schooling in the skills of the "dodgy path" everything from picking pockets to assasinations were in sefs repetoir. slick and manipulative sef is a dangerous individual, but one who has suffered from the loss of inocence at a young age. Description: medium build, shortish brown hair,green eyes, wirey in build, quick and agile. Gender: Male ok your sign up should include these. pm me if u have any questions or for aditional info

sorry to break this to you dude but a recruitment thread (what you just wrote) belongs in the adventure inn, further you should have a couple of parragraphs of back story to set the scene so we can actually get into the zone. i really shouldent have to say this because its all written in a sticky in the adveture square (written by james) because you're new i guess its understandable, but any way hope you have fun in otakuboards its a cool place full of wacky charecters. ps: sorry mods if ive overstepped my duty. but im sure that you have better things to do. but if i have offended someone, i am deaply sorry. pm me.

Ragen slowed to a walk in a well illuminated square. Panting heavily he stopped and stretched his aching muscles. The moon shone down through the numerous skyscrapers around the empty square, casting an enchanting silver glow. A slight breeze blew his brown hair over his eyes, Ragen dipped into his coat pocket and popped something into his mouth, and stretched his back, grunting with satisfaction as his spine cracked into place with audible clicks. A stray bank of cloud rapidly cloaked the luminous moon, casting the square in shadow. A dark form dropped several stories and landed noiselessly on the asphalt behind Ragen. With dazzling speed it spun a set of gatsukai into it?s hands and dropped into a tiggerclaw sweep. Ragen found himself on his back in the blink of an eye, staring into the prettiest pair of eyes he had ever seen, and a pair of crimson clad thighs straddling his chest. Closer scrutiny revealed a face worthy of those eyes and a pair of daggers bitting aggressively into the flesh of his throat. ?Well hello there darling, lovely night for a walk wouldn?t you say? ?Oh we?ve got a comedian, well no ones laughing lycan dog? ?Now don?t be a right stroppy cow about it, there?s no need for name calling? Ragen was cut off abruptly by an eerie frequency as the vampiress tapped her left dagger on the concrete making the blades sing with a chilling reverberence. ?I don?t have time to play games? As she spoke she waved the ringing blades over his ear, arching back she dragged her dagger along his thigh. ?This shouldn?t be turning me on should it?? Ragen grinned Quick as a flash she slashed a shallow cut across his face from ear to chin. Ragen gritted his teeth as the silver did its damage. ?Listen here pup, I?m only going to say this once, where, are, Michael and that traitor Selene?? she crooned emphasizing the seriousness of her words with a threatening tap of her blade. ?You bitch! do you have any idea how much that stings!? his healing quickly closed the shallow gash but the pain of silver was always excruciating. Ragen fought back the anger and the part of him it would release. The beautiful deathdealer grabbed him by the hair and drew her face in close ?I don?t appreciate insolence pup? she growled menacingly. Ragen stared into her large fiery eyes and winked mischievously. She gasped in shock and clasped her hands to her eyes. Ragen used the slight distraction to push her over his head, grabbing her left leg he flipped her on her back and rolled to a sitting position above her thighs, he pinned her wrists above her head and secured her legs together with his knees. ?Terribly sorry about that? he said turning his head and spitting out a metal capsule. ?What was that, garlic!? ?Yeah, I guess it sort of worked? She struggled beneath him briefly then chuckled, ?You stupid bastard, you?ve been listening to too many old wives tales? Ragen chuckled along with her and shook his head ?that was vile? he crossed her wrists over her head and gripped them securely with his right hand. Using his free hand he fished into his jacket and pulled out the open bottle of absinthe, unscrewing the lid with his thumb and forefinger he washed the horrible taste out of his mouth with the emerald liquid. ?Care for some?? She shook her head. Ragen shrugged and took another mouthful; he then screwed the cap back on and laid the bottle on her stomach. ?Now, why don?t we start over, hi, I?m Ragen Creed, enchanted to meet you? he grinned and his eyes twinkled. The moon escaped the clutches of the inky clouds bathing the square in light, the death dealers? hair glittered platinum almost as brightly as her gatsukai which glittered wickedly in the moonlight. Her face was a mask of fearless defiance, a mask betrayed only slightly by the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She grinned sarcastically, ?Hi I?m Kola Imeny charmed I?m sure,? ?Cut the shit lycan, if your going to kill me k-? ?-who said I want to kill you, no darling, its been too beautiful a night to wreck by ripping out your pretty little throat? ? like I said I?m terribly sorry for havin to do this to you, but its the only way I can think of to keep me hide intact? he reached behind himself and pulled out his berretta and pressed it to the outside of her thigh, ? one shot wont kill ya but it should stop ya from preventing me escape, wouldn?t want ta be skewered on those nasty little buggers? his eyes drifted to her twin daggers. ?Well see ya latter Kola, it?s been a right barrel of laughs, but next time you?re in the neighbourhood just a simple hi would be fine thanks, there?s no need to knock me on me arse.? He chuckled. Kola muttered a few choice oaths as the moon was once again hidden by a stray cloud. In the darkness a gunshot flared followed by a scream of mingled pain and frustration. The remerging moon revealed a silver haired deathdealer lying on the ground, gasping for breath as her leg wound healed. Her right gatsukai dripped with lycan blood, she had been able to slash him across the forearm before he escaped into the shadows. Kola stood up and picked up the bottle of absinthe he had left behind and gulped down a mouthfull. She licked her lips at the unique taste of the Transylvanian liquor. A smile crept onto her face as she thought of the things she?d like to do to that lycan.

Ragen wheeled the jet black motorcycle into a derelict warehouse in the industrial suburbs of underworld and into a hidden elevator behind a stack of blue drums in the corner of the building. The grill slid shut and he whistled his own elevator music to the floor he wished. Ragen wove through the empty sewers and meandered to his own quarters. His small workshop was strewn with tools and metal scraps so he parked the bike close to the door. Ragen removed his long dark coat and draped it over his newest possession. Wiping his brow, Ragen glimpsed two swords hanging on the far wall, his pride and joy, the swords of night and day. With a few quick strides he bridged the gap and had the swords in his hand and slowly moved to series of set movements. ?Parting the silk? flowed into ?The blossom fluters to earth? then switched abruptly into ?Heron wading in the rushes? Ragen flowed and ebbed in the form, using it as an outlet for his feelings. He levelled the sparkling silver sword in his right hand at chest height, revelling in the intricate runes along the length of the blade. He had spent years looking for the blades worthy of his custom designed hilt, and ambidextrous personality, he had found them in the museum of history, an exhibition of ancient Shinto katana?s, he had stolen the two that had pulled at the beast within him. He had decided to shorten the blade to increase manuverability and portability, using an industrial laser to preserve the exquisite temper of the blade. He had laser-etched lycan/vampire runes along the flats of the blade fusing them with the kanji emblem of the original sword maker to express his gratitude. The runes ran all the way to the cutting edge, getting progressively smaller as it neared. These runes were carefully constructed to form overlapping shallow micro-channels as well as to provide aesthetic appeal. The most large and easily distinguishable piece on the flat of the blade read ?live and die in the shadows? The entire blade was electroplated in a sterling silver and duralumin alloy, and honed to a sharpness worthy of a katana. Ragen flowed in an elemental form, switching hands behind his back then switching back, he thrusted back and forward simultaneously. He levelled his gaze along the length of the golden blade in his left hand which sparkled like the suns rays under the florescent light. Every katana had its own personality, this one had been a butcher, decidedly top heavy, it would have cleaved axelike, single mindedly through the defences of its adversaries. Ragen had cut this blade an inch and a half shorter than the other to compensate for the awkward backward draw, which changed the blades unique balance, transforming it into a quick and vicious beast. The same style of channelled runes ran along the blade reading, ?live your life in the light?, the blade was plated in a titanium alloy that shone like burnished gold. Even though he knew that the swords were merely tools, he had enjoyed putting them together, fixing them with their unique polymer hilts that replicated the white purity of polished ivory while cleverly hiding the complex mechanisms within. He had enjoyed carving the ancient runes in a spiral pattern along the hilts. An ancient poem as sorrowful as the wolf?s howl on a full moon. Ragen finished his form with the double guard, the silver blade glowed like a soothing finger of glimmering moonlight. It became apparent why he hade named them the swords of night and day. At the Push of a button the swords sprung to life, the runes flushed an angry blue as liquid daylight coursed through the intricate channels and dripped off the razor sharp edges. His body was relaxed and supple after the form and his mind tranquil, yet he still felt the pensiveness of the beast within himself. Perhaps a run would pacify the demon within, his mind set Ragen walked out the door, scooping up the single black lacquered scabbard that housed both the swords and sheathed the dripping blades. He set it down on the motorcycle as he swirled the coat onto his shoulders. Ragen wove through the underground tunnels and up though the subway system into the moonlit streets. Melting into the shadows, he ran. No rest for the wicked.

"You gonna just sit there playing with that coaster kid?? The burly bartender questioned impatiently at the dark cloaked man in front of him. ?Aye Absinthe, two bottles? said the stranger fishing into his pockets and slapping a worn fifty dollar bill on the counter. The young man watched as the bartender quickly returned with the Absinthe and his change. [I]?Very efficient ?[/I] thought Ragen, though the small pub was empty save for him. ?Now you be care full with that stuff mister?? ?..Creed ? ?It?ll hit ya like mac truck? Ragen smiled wolfishly, reaching over the bar he scooped up a glass and poured himself a generous amount of the emerald liquid and gulped it down. His eyes widened at the bite of the alcohol. Ragen chuckled and poured himself another. He screwed the cap back on the flat bottle and stashed them both in his large brown coat. He settled back on the bar stool to enjoy himself, reaching for the glass he heard the front door open, he picked up a feint scent and felt a prickling on the base of his neck. Adrenaline rushed into his brain, and he gave in to the demon it would release. The thing that was Ragen heard the trigger cocking and reacted. Pivoting on the barstool he simultaneously flung the contents of the glass into the eyes of the suited assailant, causing him to fire wildly. Blurring with speed Ragen shot into the blinded man ramming his elbow into his sternum, Ragen shattered his glass over the assailant?s glock, and in a vicious reverse motion thrust the jagged projectile into his throat. [I]?6?[/I] Gripping the assailant?s gun he spun the dying man into the second assassins line of fire and thrusted an explosive front kick sending the man rocketing into the second assassin. [I]?5? [/I] thought Ragen firing two shells into the retreating form of the airborne assassins. Dropping low Ragen squeezed of three chest shots at the suited form by the door, he dipped into his coat as he rose[I]?4,3? [/I] and flung out his arm in the direction of the suited man on his left while using his coat to redirect the outstretched gun hand across the body of his newest assailant on his right. Pivoting with the motion of his coat, Ragen struck a glancing blow above the neck. Weaving his hand between the assassins, Ragen wrenched him into a vicious arm bar and stripped a second firearm while simultaneously delivering a spine shattering knee to the base of his neck. [I]?2?[/I] Dropping low Ragen swung into a tiger claw sweep, bringing a fresh suited body crashing to the polished wooden floor, using the momentum of his left foot, Ragen smashed his right boot into the jaw of the dazed assassin. Ragen?s speed was uncanny, his motion liquid and his strength elemental as he launched himself at the last suited figure, stepping off the assassins? knee he pinned the half -drawn automatic to his chest with his right foot, spiralling in the air Ragen twisted to his left, swinging his foot in a tight arc he delivered a crushing kick to the side of the head,with his heel. landing with cat-like grace on the wooden floor boards. It was all over in a matter of moments. Ragen surveyed the room detached from reality as he tried to wrestle control back from the beast, breathing heavily from the effort. ?YOU DIDN?T SEE ANYTHING, UNDERSTAND? Ragen growled at the shocked bartender. Ragen had smelled these assassins for what they were ?blood suckers?, vampires, already some were staggering to their feet, their enhanced healing making short work of their bullet wounds. He tossed aside the silver plated glocks, reaching behind himself with his blistered hands, he drew his twin ?targets? and fired rapidly. One shot straight into the eye of each monster. Ragen spun them rapidly back into his holsters as he walked out of the bar. He was severely pissed off. ?All I wanted was a drink!? He glanced at the neat line up of six black hayabusa motorcycles, ?Wealthy bloodsucking gits ? he muttered finding a topic to vent his anger on [I] ?And they didn?t even send a death dealer, that?s fucking insulting?[/I]?[I]well I guess small frys like me don?t get death dealers, lucky for me I guess, I don?t receive the pleasure of someone cutting me to pieces and playing with me gizzards? [/I] a mischievous smile crept across his face and he went back inside to retrieved a set of keys from a corpse. Returning to the corresponding motorcycles he felt around the contours of the bike and found what he was looking for, a small rectangular tracking device. Slapping it on to the fuel tank of his old motorcycle Ragen sped off into the night. ooc: liberated a pic lol "no offence bush"

Name: Ragen Creed Gender: male Race: Lycan, Weapon(s): twin berretta 87 targets, with laser sights and armed with uv Radiated HV bullets own invention: twin shortened katanas housed in a single scabbard, slung across the back so one hilt protrudes over the shoulder and the other at the hip; a cartridge similar to a gun clip inserts directly into the hilt, a machanism percusioned on the bullet in the cartridge, releases a burst of nitrogen gas which drives the uv solution down macro chanells along the blade, coating it in a vary vampire unfriendly material. History: a machanical engineer, who was bitten in his early twenties and so retains that apearence, saved from a death dealer by a pack. he is now loyal to michael and the revolution Bio: has an irish accent, loves to drink, not too particular what, is loyal but a has a short fuse, he works as a inventer for the lycans but is also an avid martial artist, and a good earner in the (dog fighting), is a about to recieve the thing he craves the most, a feild mission even a simple recon task he feels will break the monotony of his current ocupation in the lycan pack as he is still young and imature. he wants to prove himself to the pack. Apperance: 6"2' , lean but well muscled (like a martial artist) intense green eyes, brown hair with blonde undertones, aways messy and sticks up at odd angles. ok thats me hope i get to play pm me when it starts or to discuss any thing

The last day and a half were uneventful for Sef, the physicians he had gone to, had bled his festering wounds and administered a course of leeches and in his weakened state he had been powerless to stop them. Thankfully Brielle had come to his rescue, before going on her date with hero, scattering the quacks in a fit of temper. But what soured up the rescue was her berating him for not tending to his injuries. Sef woke as a soft form stirred next to him. He smiled a as an arm slid across his bare chest? [I][?sef!?][/I] [I](?Blood and ashes, Mykkael, you couldn?t have picked a worse time,?) [?Valo and several riders departed hastily, followed closely by Flamberge and caramel?] (?Look you can tail them if you want, but it would probably be better if you stayed here with the others just in case there is another attack?) [?Great to see you?ve got your priorities right brother?] [/I] said Mykkael sarcastically [I][?have fun?][/I] [I](?Oh I will?)[/I] assured Sef, lifting the buxom young serving maid on top of him and playfully bitting her on the collarbone. Sef walked gracefully into the grand ballroom. The carved marble walls of the lage chamber glittered in the soft light of Valo?s handiwork. Hundreds of orbs of light hung in mid air over the heads of the crowd milling around the rows of tables that lined the walls, attended by servants carrying trays of drink, and sweat meats. The centre of the hall was occupied by couples dancing to the serenade of the royal musicians. Sef?s heavy silk trousers, rustled faintly as he walked toward the dais at one end of the ballroom where king Orion sat, the black silk coat Sef wore was of a highland cut stopping at thigh length and easily disguising the baldric under it, which housed ?waiu?. Sef bowed respectfully to his king and strolled through the people standing around, surveying the scene with calm eyes, he stopped abruptly as his eyes picked up a slight shimmer on the far west wall. [I](?Mykkael!? Expecting trouble??)[/I] [I][?That?s a pretty stupid question; your wearing ?waiu? aren?t you?] (?Good point, good job with the camouflage?) [?Better than you think!?] {?Hi Sef?}[/I] Sef was taken aback as the wall to his left spoke to him. Turning slowly he walked towards it, absently picking up a goblet of wine from a tray. Leaning against the wall he noticed a big beautiful brown eye on the ceiling, which winked cheekily at him. [I](?Caramel!?)[/I] [I]{?The one and only! Cyrus sin, Scythewing and some of the others are here too?} [?We decided this way we could still enjoy the festivities, but be a nasty little surprise If someone gatecrashed?][/I] Sef was simply amazed at the level of detail Mykkael had gone to, as apart from a feint flicker of movement, the huge dragons were all but invisible, chameleon like they blended into the rock. Sef was suddenly captivated by a new wonder as Vanilla and Nauross walked down the wide, polished marble stairs arm in arm. He couldn?t help but notice she looked ravishing, as the flutterings of jealousy swelled in his chest. Gulping down the remains of his goblet, he walked off to find someone to engage in conversation?

The battle weary ?dragon regulars? of Celebrynn battled grimly above the two struggling figures of Zedrick and Valo, regardless of the outcome of the battle below them the regulars knew they would not be able to hold off the "hell bringers" much longer. Yet they fought on bravely for country and kin as their numbers were slowly whittled away by the enormous black dragons. A dark cloud flew swiftly towards the fray. The "hell bringers" relented their brutal onslaught as some of their number peeled of to confront the new wave of Celebrynn riders, the regulars battled with renewed vigour as their companions were coming to their aid. In the ensuing confusion both sides failed to notice that the riders of Celebrynn were approaching from the wrong direction. The leading hell bringer charged at the foremost of the approaching collum, a sleek blue, bracing its self for impact, the black dragon flared its wings and pounced, talons outstretched?.passing right through the blue in shock. ?Gotchaa!? A silver blur shimmered into existence beside the enormous black monstrosity. The grey poncho clad rider slammed his staff into the dragon?s throat, crushing the nerves as well as shattering the vertebrae, before shimmering back into nothingness. The hell bringers battled furiously, minds ensnared, against the ?illusive? Celebrynn riders, as a silver shadow swept, wraithlike upon unsuspecting black dragons, tearing, shredding and scorching with blistering speed. Sef plummeted earthward, undetected, hidden in weaves of air and light, killing or maiming with brutal efficiency. How he had missed the incoming dragon armada he didn?t know. Fever had gripped him late in the night so he had stopped his vigil and slept on the unforgiving ground, only to wake up cold and sore in the morning when Mykkael claimed he sensed a disturbance. Sef flung bale fire at the enormous black shapes that sped past him . Reaching behind himself he gripped ?waiu? and encased the rod in a varnish of bale fire, lengthening it he trusted at the dragon directly beneath him. With a sickening crunch the pole impaled the rider, skewering him to the dragon?s spine. The black shrieked in fury. Sef landed hard on the ribs of the rider, wrenching the rapidly shortening staff free, he swung the charged staff at the snapping jaws of the enraged dragon. The pole slid like a hot knife through butter, as the balefire cleaved the creatures skull in half; Sef sprinted up the flailing neck and vaulted off the end, landing hard behind an unsuspecting rider, wincing as the infected lacerations on his abdomen split open, staining his rough bandages with blood and pus. Gritting his teeth, he slashed his staff diagonally and jumped clear, severing the torso of the rider and hacking off the wing at the joint. The dragon howled in pain, giving sef the chance to hurl a bolt of bale fire into its gaping maw. Shoving ?waiu? back into its baldric, he pin wheeled into his next victim. Conjuring the same ice arrows that he had used on the scouts, into his hands, sef slammed into the beast?s side, the right nailing the rider?s leg to the dragon?s kidney, the left plunging onto the dragon?s lung. Sef released, landing cleanly on Mykkael?s back and watched the frozen monstrosity shatter on the ground below. ?Back to business?...

Name: zander, cage Age: 16 Gender: >_> male Description: 5ft 11' very fit teen, black hair green eyes, half napalese, very speendy and agile, he has been in battle school for 6 years and has shown himself to be a capable leader Preferd Army: salamander Nationality: napal Bio: tested at the age of 10, he was sent to bs from a poor napalse shanty town, he has worked very hard and trained excessively in mortal combat, strategy and skermish tactics. he has a short fuse but is a loyal friend. he plays the game and respects his officers. he is trying very hard to get a leadership position in salamander army. :flaming: