RPG [ Maverick Hunters: The Third Succession ]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=ff66cc][B]OOC:[/B] My callsign is Angelus, the name that I will be using most in this RPG.
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[B]IC:[/B]

[i]Angelus looked around and felt the presence of a drone to the north-northeast of her. She turned that way and saw a series of rapid shots coming at them. She pushed Arano and Deep out of the way and ducked.

Grabbing her Replication Blade, Angelus jumped up and caught a pole that was attached to a crashed building. She flew herself towards the drone and slashed the drone's torso, as well as its arm. She looked down and walked back to Arano and Deep.[/i]

"Are you two fine?"[/color]
"Yeah. Arano and I are fine. How did you do that?"
[color=ff66cc]"Like I said..I better do something worth watching..and I did. Who's the one who brought you here, anyways?"[/color]
"His name's Cyan. I have no idea where he is."

[color=ff66cc][i]Angelus nodded and decided to walk around, thinking she'd meet Cyan.

As she walked through the area, two drones sneaked up on her and slashed at her, nearly cutting her. She looked at the two and watched them get closer to her until they were closer enough for her to slash at them 360 degrees.

She watched as her slash missed the drone on the right, but hit the drone's head on the left.

The drone on her right looked to his partner and then to Angelus. He noticed her blade and computed it into his computed mind. Before he could do anything, Angelus hit a combonation on the hilt of her sword and flames appeared around it. She flung it towards the drone, watching him melt and explode.

Angelus smiled and kept walking, searching for the one called Cyan.[/i]

[B]OOC:[/B] Sorry, if it's a little too short.[/size][/color]

[Baron Samedi]

[i]Half an hour passed. Then another fifteen minutes. Deep was ready.[/i]

The tissue wounds would have been serious enough for a human, but to a Reploid they were nothing. Slightly annoying, but nothing more severe than that. He crawled out from behind the dumpster on his hands and knees. He needed to get into the air, outside where he could stalk, and not be hemmed in by walls. He activated his defense program and left the maze of alleys. As he was creeping around, looking for an ?easy? kill, despite the fact that the drones are never ?easy? to kill, he saw the glimmer of a glass lens, nestled in the corner of a building. Using Optix he zoomed in on the flash, and saw a tiny button camera. Ah, they were obviously watching everything that went on in the training facility. For a laugh, he waved at the camera, then continued on his way, before remembering that they wouldn?t have been able to see the wave, as he was voided. Damn. He contemplated going back for another go, but was interrupted by the sound of a Drone loading up its? weapon. He spun, looking for the source, but found none.

Wait. There in the alley was a big box on treads. It had obviously gotten a Reploid cornered, and was preparing to kill it.

In void, Deep snuck up to the side of the Drone, and, placing his hands lightly against the side of its? weapon, fired his Nitrogen/Plasma blaster. The Drone spun towards him, but there was no serious damage to it, just a half-melted dent in its? side. Deep ran, and dived threw a window, into a mock-up of a green-grocers. Scanning the room for Drones, he saw a Reploid crouched down near a window. Deep crouched down, and moved forward,

Deep: Who are you? What?s your name?

Any reply was lost in an avalanche of sound as the Drone rolled straight through the outer wall of the store.

Deep: ?..

[size=3][b]OOC: [/size][/b] This better Chaos?

[Warlock]

Heavy footsteps mixed with light, graceful steps inside a large, open room inside the mansion. The wooden floor shook simultaneously with the heavy footfalls, though it was only a slight annoyance. The structure of the house didn?t falter a millimetre, and everything not bolted down still remained in place.

Yang slowly paced around the edge of the room in question, taking in what adorned the walls, while his larger brother, Brawl, tangoed with a close combat XP drone. The smaller reploid, finding no interest in the training exercise, blocked out the continuous grunts from Brawl, and continued to closely inspect the art.

?Want to have some fun yourself later on?? The deep, rumbling voice made it obvious to Yang that is was Brawl. Even as he traded surprisingly light blows, the towering reploid kept one eye on his smaller counterpart.

Yang kept his eyes on the walls, not needing to turn around. ?I have already had my share for today. I would prefer not to participate in anymore needless combat.?

?Suit yourself, Cannon,? Brawl replied, before focusing back on his opposition. The drone was soon sent crashing to the floor, crushed beyond belief.

But Yang was not paying attention. He was in the middle of shaking his head mildly at being called ?Cannon?. While Yang was his proper name, Cannon was his commonly used alias. While he wasn?t too much of a fan of it, practically everyone used it when referring to him, and so he had learned to deal with it. Brawl, knowing Yang?s slight discomfort with the word, used it constantly in an attempt to annoy.

This train of thought brought to mind the many other ?qualities? that Brawl possessed, but Cannon (who, for simplicity sake, we shall now call by his codename) immediately shook them away. He needn?t bring extra worries to his mind.

Currently, the two Tao Twins were waiting for those accepted as part of Sygnosis X to arrive from Novus Concordia. As they were already members of the special task force, they hadn?t needed to join in on the ?festivities?, and had instead opted to stay behind. While Brawl was getting as much training out of the occasion as possible, Cannon was instead admiring the building. Dr. Inoue had left behind some considerable pieces, and the reploid was all for examining them.

?Cannon, come on, I need a partner,? Brawl growled. Annoyance and anger were slowly seeping into his voice, though Cannon knew his brother was only acting that way to try and make him bow to his wishes.

Sighing, Cannon calmly turned to look at Brawl, taking in the twelve-foot frame of the massive reploid. And after scanning the room with his white eyes, the Sygnosis X member reluctantly stepped forward. ??Very well.?

Though he knew he had other things to focus on, the coming events that would occur once the others arrived filled his mind.

It was with a strained mind that he pushed those things away. They would come, when they would come, and they were things he was sure-- no, hoped, everyone would be able to handle.

[I]Hoped[/i] being the key word.

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OOC: Yes, small, but I need to slowly ease my way back into the land of RPGs before tackling something bigger.

[Domon]

[COLOR=darkblue][SIZE=1][i]Still sucking in deep breaths in spurts now Ryan was able to stand up and look around, the same drones were on his trail still, it appeared that they wouldn't give up. Reaching for his sword he came to a nauseating realization, he'd dropped it when he'd fallen and there it was point embedded in the ground right next to the spot. Ryan felt a little off without his sword but he still had the beam saber which he drew quickly and took up a fighting position as the drones circled even closer like a pack of hungry sharks closing in on a helpless seal, but this seal had a weapon but that didn't seem to affect the drones.

Once they were in a tightly knit circle one of the drones unsheathed its own retractable blade but it was metal and would be sliced rather easily and it charged at Ryan, "Pitiful fool!" Ryan thought as he took his saber and proceeded to charge at the drone as well. The two were like two runaway trains on a collision course, yet Ryan had a feeling that this drone would fall and it did with a clean slice at the upper torso which resulted in the drone falling over with an assuring thud. The others were what appeared to be in shock at the termination of their comrade. The black-haired reploid then turned to the other drones with his saber humming the song of death as the other two charged towards him. Thankfully the drones had run out of ammo so he didn't have to worry about facing against another rocket or a volley of bullets.

The first drone obviously wasn't too great with its retractable blade seeing as how Ryan simply leaped up onto the blade and used it as a springboard and quickly leapt over the drone and drove his saber into the drone's back and then the very tip pierced through the front of the armoring. "Two down and one to go." Ryan thought somewhat happily as the final drone charged towards him but it had been following Ryan's movements because when he merely tried to sidestep it the drone's blade still found his arm and bit into it; of course it wasn't anything major, just right above the bullet wound which really started blood flowing again so Ryan switched hands so that he could hold his beam saber with more ease. This time as the drone came at him Ryan quickly jumped to the right and then charged at the Drone from the side which worked to an extent seeing as how he managed to cut the blade off but was then hit from behind with one of the other hands of the drone. Woozily he stood up and saw that the drone was right on him, he took his saber up again and this time decapitated the drone. Ryan still a little pissed walked over to his sword and picked it up and re-sheathed it. It was time to find somone else.

Clutching his arm he set off to find one of the other reploids.[/i][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Wondershot]

>NOVUS CONCORDIA: SYGNOSIS X TRAINING FACILITY...
>SCANNING....DONE
>FACILITY IDENTIFIED

Loki squinted slightly, the building looked like it was still under construction, and he wondered what could be going on there. Suddenly there was an incredible bang, and Loki recoiled slightly as a bright flash of light swept over the area. He saw that the building was made to look like a construction area, in order to create an effective training ground. Grinning slightly, Loki raced at top speed for the border area of the facility, and quickly looked around for the fastest way in. He vaulted over a chain link fence, carefully avoinding the barbed wire by bending it out of the way with his skill. Then he flattened himself against a steel beam, peering around the corner. There was a major battle going on, with several Reploids waging heavy combat against many other drone robots. Loki paused slightly, wondering what in the world was happening. Sygnosis X was spending that much money and resources in training on drones, that it could be using ot finance the developement of newer Reploids. Unable to fathom the mind of the group, Loki rushed behind a big pile of bricks and peered slightly over the top, to make sure there was nothing happening.
BOOM, an incredible cannnon blast salied through the air and barely missed Loki's head, he ducked down amid a shower of gravel and iron pieces from the blast, and he rushed around the corner looking for the entrance. Completely lost, he looked around for other signs of life.
He suddenly became aware of movement next to him. In a flash, he turned around and noticed and especially large drone bearing down on him. He ducked out of the way, and was assisted by another Reploid who had seen him already. Loki silently cursed himself for being visible, and he turned as the other Reploid stared at him. Suddenly, another blast came from the drone and leveled an adjacent area, and Loki took the present opportunity to duck away and try to find that entrance. He slunk around, crouching behind beams to avoid detection from both drones and Reploids, otherwise he would be dead before the mission was over...

[Chaos]

Just a quick note; Baron, I'm not posting much because you basically missed several points. Firstly, you messed up my plans, as I was on the ground, in the small building, hidding, and I explained that I /couldn't/ climb up on the roof of any structure because of the droid with the rocket launcher. Secondly, you're bitching the droids. You have to remember, these Reploids aren't anything like the Megaman games -- they haven't had decades of experience and are all 'leet. Plus, James himself, in a post no less, said this was "very overwhelming".

So right now, I'm just trying to think up something to do right now. Thankfully I will have more time to post tomorrow.

[Baron Samedi]

Sorry to cause a mix up but I have edited my posts, would you please re-read them and edit your own if you mention me in it. Sorry bout that. Once they are edited, I will delete this message.

[Chaos]

Thank you very much, Baron. :) That is much better.

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"Get down!"

[i]Deep instinctively ducked, but then rolled to the left and proceeded to his feet, remembering his defense program was still active. Arano looked around, trying to find the source of the question, only to barely be able to dodge a very jerky and mechanical swing from the drone's material sword.

With moves that were stunningly speedy and yet extremely powerful, even to a Reploid, Arano got close with the Drone. Actually, his fists and feet got personal. A right hook, followed by a left cross, a midair barrel roll lead to a sickeningly strong right kick to the droid's chest area, it's steel armor buckling and cracking severely.

Deep watch as Arano, his movements blurry, appearing to be in several places at once, drew his knife, the energy surrounding it making a vapor trail which danced soft blue light in intricate, swooping slashes and feverish jabs.

The drone swung once more with it's blade, but the blow did not connect with Arano. In fact, the only thing the sword connected with was the far wall; Arano's knife had splintered the weapon.

The drone then deployed a cannon, it's chest plate, even though ruined, splitting to the sides, to reveal a laser weapon. Arano jumped back twice, and onto the wall. For just a brief second he stood /on/ the wall, his knife drawn back and his knees bent.

As the droid powered up it's cannon, Arano dove forward, making the molded plaster shatter like cracked glass. The flat of the Raptor was what hit, but it did not matter. With the ionized electrons basically making the knife a beam weapon, it sliced the drone at the shoulder. A five centimeter line appeared there, the substance that was there being evaporated on contact.

For a split second, the top portion of the drone hovered, gravity not yet taking effect. Then, as if by some dramatic force came to take over, it clanged against the lower part, and slid backwards slowly, as if some bizzare fatality.

The laser cannon gently released it's energy, the whining hum growing lower and lower in pitch as the light died out. Arano sheathed his blade, after deactivating the beam substance that surrounded it, and then proceeded to look around, scratching the back of his head.

Quite suddenly, Deep appeared to Arano's left, giving him a slight jump. After calming down, they looked at each other for a second, Deep first speaking.[/i]

[b]Deep:[/b] "Fancy work."

[b]Arano:[/b] "Get back!"

[i]Eyes shifting to his right, Deep looked directly into the open window Arano had previously been crouched near. He heard the "dongk" from some distance away and dove back. A split second after he hit the ground, while Arano simotaniously slid behind a shelf, a small artillery shell exploded where he previously stood.

Deep, now glancing over a chunk of roof tiling that had fallen, got his question answered before he could ask it.[/i]

[b]Arano:[/b] "Sniper on the roof. Droid type XH-709-IY. Armed with Stinger slash Air-to-Ground rockets, Sidewinder slash guided missiles, Nikita slash remote controlled rockets, and standard fragmentation artillery shells. He's had me pinned down for the last half an hour."

[b]Deep:[/b] "And I'm guessing he's buddied up on this side of the street, too?"

[b]Arano:[/b] "Yes. Directly over our heads. Use thermal scans. You'll see 'em."

[b]Deep:[/b] "Indeed. I see him. And from what I've seen, you're a close-combat specialist, no?"

[b]Arano:[/b] "Bingo. I didn't use the alley to climb up on this roof, even though the corner of the building protected me from our friend on the other side, lo, because of the droid that was right outside. But now that he's taken care of, well. You know, eh?"

[b]Deep:[/b] "Ha ha, yeah."

[b]Arano:[/b] "You weren't followed by more, were you?"

[b]Deep:[/b] "Not sure. I seriously doubt it, though."

[b]Arano:[/b] "Why?"

[i]Deep simply smiled, and then disappeared.[/i]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=ff66cc][i]Along the way, Angelus had fought 10 drones and picked up several items along the way. She had obtained different powers for her Replication Blade, and she had a sharper sense of alert.

Soon, she came upon a small group of reploids. A female reploid in rather dark clothes, a male who seemed like he knew what he was doing, and several others who just followed.

Angelus looked from them above and switched her weapon to her cycone glaive. She took it out and spun it towards the drone that was above the group and hit it, slicing his head off. It fell and Angelus grabbed the glaive into her hand.

She walked over to the group and introduced herself.[/i]

"Hello. My name is Alexandra Kinotaka. My callsign is Angelus. And you are?"

[B]Anyone can answer this. But not Chaos or Baron.[/size][/color]

[James]

OOC: Arika...I don't think anyone can answer that. It's not simply a case of waltzing in, dispatching a few Drones and saying "Hey guys, how's it going?"

Everyone is split up into individuals or seperate groups, the entire area is bathed in darkness and almost-psychotic, highly-powerful Drones aren't wasting any time in spilling Reploid blood. C'mon now...you've got to watch my posts carefully and take note of the situation. ~_^

And thanks to Baron for taking note of what Chaos said. That kind of commitment to the RPG is really awesome.

Oh and, before I start my post...

[quote][i]Originally posted by Dragon Warrior:[/i][b]
"Oh YES! BOOYAH! WOO! I AM THE MAN! HELL YEAH!" He jumped around, dancing across the room and taking big leaps over the drones' remains. "Who's your daddy? I'm your daddy! Bam! You're gone! You cannot stop this! Booyah!" Suddenly, a blast hit the wall next to his head and he flinched at the sight of it. "Oh crap!" He made a run out of the room as more drones poured in.
[/b][/quote]

I just want to point out that these Reploids are trying out for an [b]elite military organization[/b]. They aren't supposed to be silly teenagers who are doing this for fun on a weekend.

It's really important for me to point that out. There's room for comedy here and there, yes...but let's keep things in context. These Reploids are/were in the middle of a very serious and dangerous battlefield.

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[color=#707875]Cyan walked along the central street calmly. It was littered with synthetic bodies. Some had been attacked so brutally, that they were unrecognizable and impossible to identify on a visual basis alone. Broken glass, large pieces of concrete, torn pieces of steel and aluminum...it was all there. The arena had looked relatively clean only minutes earlier. Now it was truly a wasteland.

The sounds of rapid machine gun fire had slowed, but not stopped. To his right and left, Cyan could still hear sporadic bursts of heavy fire and the cold, metallic grating of sizeable treads as Drones trundled their way through gutted buildings.

Within minutes, Cyan noticed two Reploids running toward him from the nearest building. The one running slightly ahead was looking a little flustered. His long, dark purple hair was swirling behind his head as he ran, while his thick black boots dug into the almost sand-like powdered-concrete with each step. Behind him, Cyan saw a female Reploid. She was looking far more calm and measured than the male -- her shoulder-length black hair still sat relatively neatly and she didn't seem to be putting as much effort into the sprint as her comrade.

When the male Reploid reached Cyan, he stopped and stared, with a look of wonderment on his face.

"Cyan...sir...why are you just standing here?" he gasped.

Cyan smiled. "Don't worry," he said calmly.

The male Reploid drew his Beam Sabre once more and held it up high. He stood with his back to Cyan, as though protecting him from oncoming Drones. The female Reploid, however, merely stood nearby. She was obviously alert (as her eyes carefully surveyed the surrounding landscape), but did not show any obvious tension or fear.

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Three Drones approached their position. They moved somewhat carefully this time, while simultaneously arming their weapons.

Cyan looked to his right and saw another two Reploids dodging between dishevelled concrete supports. They looked as though they were preparing to attack at least one of the approaching Drones.

The nearest Drone reared up higher on its piston-supported torso. The top of its body contained what looked like a head, which now swiftly folded backwards into the outer casing. In its place emerged a thin barrel, with several explosive rounds wound around its rear housing. The barrel rose higher and took aim at the three Reploids in the center of the street.

"There!" cried the nearest male Reploid. He stood in front of Cyan and held his Beam Sabre high once again.

Cyan, meanwhile, seemed disinterested in the Drones. Rather, he was focusing his attention on the surrounding Reploids. The ones that he could detect nearby were either making their way closer, in an attempt to ambush the Drones (whose attention was clearly focused on the three Reploids in the middle of the street), or they were holding their positions, in case the Drones were acting as decoys.

Cyan reached into his pocket and pulled out a very small remote control. It was as thin as a credit card and contained a small microplasma monitor. The monitor displayed the positions of all Drones and Reploids in the area. And it contained a very simple microplasma keypad. Cyan raised his thumb and then pressed it down on a button near the bottom of the card, which had a red "X" hovering over it.

As soon as he did this, the Drones stopped in their tracks. Their torsos lowered slightly at the same time, and the persistent whirring of their internal power chambers ceased. They had been disengaged. At almost the same time, the entire arena lit up brightly. As the Reploids looked upwards, they saw a very pristine white ceiling where there was once only a dark sky. The ceiling was glowing gently, casting a soft natural light over the area.

The male Reploid in front of Cyan slowly lowered his Beam Sabre. He turned and looked at Cyan, with an expression of disbelief.

Cyan smiled once more. "What is your name?" he asked.

The male Reploid paused briefly..."My name is Ryan," he spluttered.

"Well, Ryan, I appreciate your courage," said Cyan. "You have demonstrated a very important trait here today."

Cyan turned from Ryan and looked out across the arena. This time, as he spoke, his voice was automatically projected around the arena. "All Reploids, please emerge from your positions and meet with me on the center street," he said.

Several Reploids emerged. They approached the three Reploids on the road. Cyan looked at his data card once more. No more signs of life in the arena. Only a handful of Reploids had survived.

Cyan sighed. It was never easy.

"I'm going to call out the names of those who survived the test. Each one of you, please raise your hand when I call your name," he said as he turned his attention to the group.

"I will address you by callsign at this point," he began, "Pyret...Quietus...Excalibur...Arano...Archer...Loki...Themos...Shadow...Deep...Angelus...and that's it."

Cyan paused as though in deep thought. And finally, he raised his head to face the group once more.

"Ten Reploids. Ten out of twenty six..."

One Reploid stepped forward. It was Arano; his black hair and black tattoos were not easy to miss. He spoke with what seemed like a slightly deep, somewhat gutteral voice.

"Nice Drones you sent after us," he said, almost sarcastically.

Cyan smiled. But it was only half a smile. He never liked losing Reploids in his care, especially when they had been unprepared for the test. But this was how it had to be.

"Yeah," Cyan nodded, "they were pretty tough for old models." Cyan turned his attention to the entire group. "Be that as it may, what you will face as members of Sygnosis X will ultimately be far more challenging. I can't emphasize that enough. Today, you were given no real warning about what you were facing. Even the warnings we [i]did[/i] give you were the bare essentials -- sometimes you won't even get that in the field."

It was at this point that everyone in the group seemed to feel the weight of responsibility on their shoulders. The daunting tasks ahead were now being felt, though they were not yet visible.

"I just hope that you are all truly serious about this," said Cyan.

The Reploids merely nodded in unison. They had been through so much on that day; Cyan didn't expect anyone to want to engage in discussion.

Cyan walked through the group and approached the exit doors.

"Tonight is the last night before we fly out to Sygnosis X HQ tomorrow. I recommend that you enjoy tonight and get to know each other a little more. You'll find a military bar near here...or you can travel into the city. Make sure you're packed and ready to go by morning."

And with that, Cyan left the room. The Reploids stood in the arena and none uttered a word for several minutes. They merely stood and looked at the lifeless Drones surrounding them.[/color]

[Chaos]

[i]Arano started off to the nearest Droid, peering into it's lifeless visual sensor. His right hand came up swiftly, dusting the dirt from it's domed top. The barcode was faded and there were scratches that marred visibility. His fingers traced a few of the scrapes over, and reversed direction after the line was completed.

He raised his hand, tightened into a fist, and brought it down hard, the outter side smashing the head of the drone right into it's torso, a few sparks crackling in the silent arena. And while slowly removing his hand, Arano looked skybound. The soft quartz lights hummed slightly, and he could slightly feel the heat from above.

He looked back at the ruined drone. Bringing his fist down to his side, before turning to face the others. He looked them over briefly, nodded once, gently, and made his way for the exit.[/i]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=ff66cc][B]OOC:[/B] Oh. I see...sorry for that.

[B]IC:[/B]

[i]Angelus looked at the one named Arano make his exit. She had no sign of expression on her face. She stepped forward and followed as well, leaving the piles of drones in the arena.

She knew that looking back would mean looking at the past, eyes were created so that you can look to the future and not the past. She knew this well. She walked through the doors that she came through and had found Cyan and Arano walking down somewhere.

Looking to see if the others were coming, she looked back. They stood there like mindless reploids, waiting for someone to come and attack them. She looked forward again and followed Cyan and Arano. If the arena was filled with surprises and turns, then the field would be even greater. It would be more complicated and difficult. Angelus smirked at this and held her Replication Blade in her hand as she walked.[/i][/size][/color]

[FartMaster745]

OoO. I wonder whats going to happen next at Sygnosis X HQ ^_^
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The test is over and Themos sighed. As he left he made eye-contact with a few other Reploids, the ones that didn't make it. Themos kept his head down until he reached his room. The room is relatively small. It was empty all it had was a picture of Blue and Themos. Themos places his orbs and gun on the floor and recollects:
[i][b]
Themos is on a bed. His body was connected by wires leading to various directions.

"Give me that disc on density, range, and probabilty Dr. Jones" a man sitting in a chair beside Themos said.

"OKay. Once we get Kerik up and running, he should be able to handle Project SoM. Are you sure you know what you're doing Mr. Reno?" Dr. Jones said.

"Shish. I think its activated. This was unexpected, we can't risk it runninng until we have installed the....." Mr. Renos voice was slowly fading away.[/b][/i]

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Themos gets out of his trance and finds himself in a corner and the orbs whriling about in front of him just fall. Themos organizes all of his stuff and makes a quick count.

[color=#aaaaaa]Plasma Gun: Check
4 Orbs : Check
Clothes..[/color]

Themos looks around and then looks at his body. His clothes are all torn and dirty.

[color=#aaaaaa]Clothes: Check (>_<)[/color]

Themos opens the door and a robot apears. Themos was expecting a human and steps back. The robot is a rather short one. It was also wide. It traveled on fours wheels. The robot had no human face. All it had was a speaker, microphone, a camera, and 2 long arms. It looked like a mailbox on wheels with speakers, a microphone, a camera, and 2 long arms.

[i]"Hi sir, Congradulations on passing the test. What is your request?"[/i] the robot said.

Themos steps forward and leans forward towards the microphone. The robot shoots a small stream of water into Themos face.

[i]"Warning. Too close. Back-off buddy."[/i] The robot said. Themos figures that there was someone controlling it and smiles.

[i]"Some new clothes please."[/i] Themos shows the picture of Blue and Themos. [i]"I would like it to look like this"[/i] Themos points to himself in the picture.

[i]"Give me your measurements, the computer will custom make your clothes. You may travel to the nearby city to recieve it. Just give them this number: 542381"[/i] The robots chest opens up, a numberpad and a small screen appears. The screen simply asks for Themos' measurements and Themos just typed them in.

The robot moved to a little box near the entrance at the end of the hall. A wire came out of its chest and connected with the small box. Then the upper half of its body turned towards Themos.

[i]"Well if you want you can leave for the city now. By the time you get there it should be ready. I suggest you go now, your leaving for Sygnosis X HQ tomorrow."[/i]

Themos smiles and gathers his things. He shuts the door behind him and notices that the robot was right beside him.

[i]"Follow me sir. I'll show you a direct path towards the city."[/i] The robot leads Themos outside and points towards the emptyness. [i]"Just go straight until you see the city"[/i]. Themos walks in the directions for about 5 paces and realizes that the robot was trying to mislead him and get him out. The voice in the robot laughs loudly and points in the proper direction. This time into an area that seemed well lit. [i]"Hahaha, Just go straight, hahaha!"[/i].

Themos pats the robot and walks of trying to hold a smile. He tosses an orb out. The orb takes a wide turn and tavels behind Themos. The orb hits the robot and knock it down. Themos lifts his right hand and catches the orb as it comes back. He places the orb into his pocket and keeps walking.

Not much has happened as Themos traveled to the city. He recieved the clothes he ordered and changed in the facility there and tosses his old clothing into the trash. He double checks his inventory:

[color=#aaaaaa]Plasma Gun: Check Check
4 Orbs: Check Check
Clothes: Check Check (^_^)[/color]

Themos makes it back and enters the bar. There he spots a few reploids and remebers them from the testing area. Themos quickly forgets the faces of the ones who didn't make it.[/color]

[Wondershot]

Loki was in a crisis, the training sessions had already ended, and he had not acquired the necessary data yet. He dashed around the corner, and finally, after so much pain, he had finally found the door. He looked at it for a moment, and began to focus, trying to force it open. He looked at the door in perplexity, as it had not opened yet.
"Aluminium alloys?" He thought to himself, but he straightened as he heard someone come around the corner. It was Cyan, returning to the inside.
"Oh, hello." Loki said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Why are you going through there? The training facility exit is that way." Cyan responded, pointing down a long hall where Loki had just come from. Loki looked sheepish for a moment before Cyan whirled around, and Loki straightened again.
"I don't really remember you from anywhere, did you join fairly recently?" Loki wracked his brain looking for an answer.
"Yes, I was unregistered until fairly recently, Sygnosis probably hasn't gotten all the info yet..."
"That's hard to understand, I was in charge of the training..." Loki steeled his nerves and continued as calmly as possible.
"My previous place of employment is very secretive about my existence, as they believe me to be both a powerful building machine and a powerful weapon." Cyan frowned for a minute, then looked back at the hallway behind.
"You're going to have to go, this area is restricted. You go have a little rest." With that, Cyan continued through the door and left. Loki looked at the door in perplexity. However, the then realized the severity of the situation. He now had only a limited time to get that data and get out, before Cyan got wise to him. He turned and dashed out of the area, turning into the hallway and rushing for the street. He had to regroup and find a way to get inside...

[Domon]

[COLOR=darkblue][SIZE=1][i]Ryan could only breathe a sigh of relief seeing as how the training was now over, as if on cue though his arm started to scream in pain from both wounds. Still clutching his arm now Ryan walked over to Cyan just before he walked off.[/i]

"Ummm.. Excuse me where might I get these wounds treated?" [i]He asked a little embarrassed but Cyan looked at him with a caring look.[/i]

"There's a med bay a few doors down the hall so you should be able to get treated there for those wounds." [i]Ryan nodded thankfully and headed out of the simulation room and to the medical bay.

As he entered he saw a rather dishelved doctor sitting at a desk that was overflowing with documents, charts, perscriptions, etc. She looked up at Ryan and rather stolidly said.[/i] "Can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, I got my left arm torn up during the simulation." [i]He said as he showed his arm to her like a child would show a skinned knee to his/her mother. The doctor then led him over to a medical bed and Ryan propped himself against the foot of the bed and she pulled out a few tools and started to glance at the wounds.[/i] "Well at least you didn't damage any of your arm's circutry all I need is an epidermal regenerator and that'll be it, or would you like a lollipop and a kiss to make it all better?" [i]She asked satirically at Ryan who just gritted his teeth at her rudeness as she finished the job rather quickly and once she was done Ryan stormed out towards the millitary bar after strapping on another of his gi which flitted about his waist as a stronger breeze kicked up.

As he opened the door he saw a few of the other reploids from today one of them was a woman and the other was a man, Ryan took up a booth away from them and sat staring out the window and then he took up to pulling his necklace off and fiddling around with it. This necklace had been a birthday present from his friend who'd been murdered. Ryan and this necklace had been through a lot, a lot of heartaches and a lot of joy too and yet this necklace hadn't broken from all the wear and tear maybe his friend was guarding it from breaking spiritually. While he was lost in thought of his old friend a young girl took up a seat across from him, she was one of the other reploids from this morning.[/i]

"Hi, I'm Angelus and you would be???"

"Ryan or Excalibur, whichever you feel like calling me." [i]He replied rather distantly and yet with some certainty of the fact that this was reality. Either or he didn't care and Angelus got the picture and left him to his thoughts. Ryan sat staring out the window at the sunset, his friend would have liked this but yet he was dead and Ryan lived what was the point of being a Reploid when your human friends would simply die before you? Ryan had always pondered this question yet it still nagged at him and really bugged him as he sat staring out the window at the sunset while fiddling around with his cross shaped necklace.[/i][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Baron Samedi]

Deep sat, comfotable in the sparseness of his room, reviewing his performance in the training area, and trying to forget the look of utter defeat on the faces of those who had not been accepted into the team.

[i]An hour is passed in silent contemplation[/i]

Figuring that he may as well explore some of this city whilst he was here, Deep stood, changing into a white jacket with black highlights for his trip into town. Kevlar material, of course. Oh, and for some added 'cool' some sunglasses as well. Black rims, reflective lens.

He wandered the streets for hours, looking at the shops, the people, watching the sunset. Once or twice he saw some Reploids from the arena. The Reploids who hadn't made it. If they noticed him, they went out of their way to avoid him, but if they didn't, well, he thought it wise to leave them be.

He eventually found his way to the military bar that the head Reploid...Cyan... had mentioned. He slid into a booth near Arano, and ordered a drink...

[size=3][b]OOC:[/b][/size] How human are Reploids? Do we eat? Drink? How do we get sustenance? If we don't consume food, than I will change this.

IC: Arano was just sitting there, staring at the table.

Deep: Whats wrong?

Arano: Did you see those ****ing drones? They [i][b]murdered[/i][/b] them. Don't you damn well get it? It was a MASSACRE! They are DEAD, can't you get that through your slow-*** processor? And that Cyan guy, he could have stopped them all along. And he let people DIE! How the hell could he do that? He could have SAVED them. They would still be here. And what was it all for? Some stupid test!

[i]He goes back to staring at the table[/i]

Deep: This may sound like psychiatric rubbish, but they [i]volunteered[/i] for Sygnosis. They wantd to help. Their deaths will save many others, and we should remember them. It was necessary to separate into those who can help, and those who only wanted to.

Arano: I know. I know. But they are dead. And those tough-*** drones..... They were controlled by this wafer thin ****ing remote. I know all what you said, but it also seems needless waste.

Deep: I know.

[i]He tries to forget the anguish on the faces of those who had not passed the trial[/i]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=ff66cc][i]Angelus looked to the one called Ryan and stared at him fiddling with his necklace. Something was odd about him. He was a reploid, but unlike other Reploids, the ones who survived had a unique...something. They survived for a reason.

She ignored it and unsheathed her blade. SHe took out a rag and started to wipe her blade. People stared at her, but she didn't mind. She had done this while she lived with the Kinotaka's.

Thoughts ran through her mind, everything that has happened was a series of events: her being left on the street, the Kinotaka's finding her, them letting her stay, them dying, and now this...Sygnosis X. Angelus knew that these events meant something. She just didn't quite get it.

Angelus looked to Ryan and thought she'd strike up a conversation.[/i]

"So...Ryan. Uhm, What weapons do you use? I use my Replication Blade, my Cyclone Glaive, and hand-to-hand combat."[/color][/size]

[Chaos]

Baron, Reploids are human at heart, but they don't need to eat. They can, but it's not required for them to continue existance.

And for future reference everyone, in case you didn't pick up on his motions/actions/combat specialties/etc., Arano is a loner. He's quiet and resentful to most. We'll just say he had a little outburst. ^_~

And he's also a little schitzo. O_o
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[i]Arano got up swiftly, facing the exit. He went to walk away, but stopped short of the second step. His entire attitude had changed.[/i]

[b]Arano:[/b] "Well, since you know, don't let it happen to you in the field. And don't think your defence program will save you every single time."

[i]Deep opened his mouth, ready to say something, but it would be a waste. Arano just kept walking now, out the door and down the street.

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"Is it ready?"

"Nearly. There's a bit of difficulty of getting the electromagnets not to interfere with the condension of the metals."

"What seems to be the problem?"

"The magnets attract the iron, titanium, etcetera, and the condenser doesn't pull the metals after that."

"Divert some power to the condenser, then."

"I've been trying. Can't get it exactly right. Too little, bullet becomes unstable and breaks apart when fired. Too much and it becomes too heavy to fire."

"Hmm. Keep trying. I have other business to attend to."

"I understand, Andrew."[/i]
-- -- -- -- --
Character attitude -- check

New weapon preview -- check

Foreshadowing -- check

;)

[Dragon Warrior]

OOC: Right. Sorry, James ^_^ I didn't mean it to be punk teenager-like. Heh.
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Sariyah made his way through the base, exploring all he coukd. Since he had passed the test, he was was curious what would happen next, not to mention the area he was now living in. The base was enormous and there were so many rooms and corridors, he didn't know where to begin.

He passed many reploids of different varieties; some looking gloomy, others looking cheerful and loving their work. Sariyah seemed expressionless and left in awe as he examined the whole place.

Then he stared down at his arm which was fixed up after the battle. It was not really there anymore. He grinned. "Technology, these days, I swear." He looked up and nodded at a female reploid who passed him and smiled. He watched her leave until he was startled by another reploid. He arched an eyebrow as she just stood there. Then she finally spoke after what seemed like minutes.

"Your chambers are ready, Mr. Daskar."

"Hm? Chambers?"

"Yes."

Sariyah beamed and followed. When he got to his room, he grew an even larger smile. The woman left, closing the door behind her as he looked over the room. "I could get use to this," he said out loud to himself as he collapsed on a bed. "Best get rested. Tomorrow's a big day." He grunted and closed his eyes for deep slumber to pass over.

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Do reploids sleep or shut themselves off? XD

[terra]

Fiona took a moment to pause and look around at their handiwork. Noticing the number of motionless drones in the facility, she wasn't very surprised that sixteen of the Reploids had died. She felt a momentary flicker of interest in who they'd been, if they'd had families, lovers, lives that existed only to be destroyed for a mere test ... But the interest faded almost instantly with the clinical knowledge that they had not had skills necessary to survive, and therefore their deaths were inevitable. She exited the training facility.

Fiona headed for the information desk, where the woman already seemed to know who she was and directed her to her quarters. Once there, she stepped into the shower and allowed deionized water to pour over her in a hot stream, rinsing off the filth from the battle. She stood, head bent down, water flowing over her shoulders, for a long time.

Finally, she toweled off and dressed, standing in the small confines of the chamber feeling rather uneasy. The surroundings were not uncomfortable, but Fiona felt a strange claustrophobia after the comparative freedom of the battle she'd been in earlier. She left the room with only a vague idea of getting some fresh air.

Shortly afterward, she found herself at the military bar, sitting awkwardly on a stool. Her eyes flicked over their list of special cocktails. "An Irish coffee, please," she said to the bartender, who nodded and handed it to her a moment later.

Fiona took a sip and felt the warmth run gently through her throat to her stomach replacement. There, a program analyzed the alcohol content of the liquid, her programmed alcohol tolerance, and her current mental state. The information was processed and sent to her mock adrenal gland, which released the appropriate hormones, allowing her to feel simulated effects similar to those of normal humans. Fiona sighed lightly as she felt the warmth spread to her head, her fingertips, gliding down her body to her toes, while her posture remained erect, sitting alone at the bar with only her thoughts and the bartender.

[Baron Samedi]

OOC: Chaos, I judged that after the post where you bashed the Drone, you were annoyed and frustrated, and took the liberty of providing an outburst that will return you to normal. Hope you don't mind.

IC: Deep sat, staring at nothing. He had been infuriated, that that Arano had thought him weak, or pathetic for 'relying' on his prgram. That was before. Now, it didn't matter. Because [i]he[/i] knew that to survive you should always use everything that you have available to you, but never to be crippled without it.

Use it while you can. Because nothing lasts forever. He ordered another cram soda, enjoying the representation of the flavour, praising those geniuses who had made Reploids able to taste, smell, know what humans felt. Reploids had the best of both worlds. They lived for longer, were stronger, smarter, quicker, could learn things way easier, but they could also feel, empathise, taste, smell. And now reproduce. Technology was marvellous. Now they needed to find a perfect personality. Because that was where the problems occurred.

Like those who created the Sygnosis 40 virus. Why? People's minds are convoluted, and some people have never deserved to live. Especially those who willingly make others die, without a cause.

He stood, and left the bar. Time for relaxing. He would need his energy tomorrow, presumably. Time to see his new Headquarters.

[Zerosaber]

Raynos walked out of the training area. Most of his clothes were either torn or ripped because of the battle. He got about 15 droids his internal computer showed. I guess that was okay I got accepted he thought. He left asked the secretary where his room was took a shower got some new clothes and left to see the city of Novus Concordia for the last time.

As he was walking through the city he noticed familiar faces said Hi to some. Said some final greetings to some of his friends and went back to his room. He then sat there wondering. What am i going to do now. I've gotten accepted were leaving tomorow. Then a voice in the back of his head Said soon you will know all about what happend. Why did he keep thinking that. He wanted to find out what happend but not with this urgency. He sometimes even thought that he wouldn't even find anything that it was just a coincidence. Then he thought no I know it has a connection and went to sleep.

[Domon]

[COLOR=darkblue][i][SIZE=1]Ryan snapped out of his daydream about his friend and the cross he got from him. This Angelus had some nerve, here she was cleaning her weapon and talking about what kind of weapon he used when 16 reploids had died! He couldn't believe this, he stood up and stepped out of the bar leaving the woman behind with a stunned look.

As Ryan walked along the streets he noticed that this city had more of a hustle and bustle about it or it could just be that he was in the shopping center of the town now and everyone was buying something, as he was walking along the now brightly lit sidewalks Ryan heard a small meow it sounded like a little cat, he followed the sound into an ally and he saw a small kitten standing by something that was slumped over, Ryan knelt down and saw that it was the kitten's mother, it was dead. Feeling an extreme feeling of sorrow for the kitten he picked it up and rubbed its black head as it looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and let out another small yeow.[/i]

"Its okay little one, I'll take you with me." [i]He turned and headed back for the base. As he entered his quarters he pulled off his gi and put it in the form of a bed and set the kitten down on it and it proceeded to curl up in a small black ball of fur and Ryan sat next to it slowly running his now bare hand across its back and scratching its head, after awhile he fell asleep while sitting there with the kitten.[/i][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[James]

OOC: Sorry for my recent absence, guys. I've been very sick all week and haven't been able to keep up.

At the end of the weekend, I'll post a big new post which should lead us to the next major aspect of the story. So, watch out for it. I hope you will all like it.

If you want to continue posting (remember, your characters still have a night of "free time" before leaving for Sygnosis X HQ), feel free to do so.

[Wondershot]

Loki continued pacing around his quarters. He was somewhat impressed that his employers were able to get him into Sygnosis X's data banks, but now he still had a job to do, and he was sure his boss wasn't too happy with the time it was taking...

>INCOMING TRANSMISSION: PRIORITY LEVEL A-1

Loki swayed slightly, then collapsed onto his bed completely unconcious.

He found himself again in a bright white room, and this time there was someone sitting in front of him, only they were covered by a large white swivel chair. Loki folded his arms and frowned.
"You sent me this because...?" The person in the chair began to turn around, but then stopped and stood up. It was a man with black hair, and he was currently wearing a white suit. A small bulge near the back of his ears indicated that he was wearing glasses, and he spoke with a light Chinese accent.
"Do you still not have the data?" Loki looked at the ground, but his employer seemed amused at something.
"No, you have not, but you have been trying, and that is good." Loki looked up, confused and beginning to get a little annoyed.
"What are you talking about?"
"It's simple, you have been looking at Sygnosis' outpost at Novus Concordia for a while now, if you can continue that kind of reconnaissance, the data we recieve from your memory will be even more useful that that which we hoped to obtain."
"You hooked up a link to my memory?" Loki asked, shocked, the man shook his head and laughed.
"No, nothing quite like that, but we did insert a small tracker into your brain." He pointed to the side of his head.
"We can now see through your eyes, do you mind this?"
"No, not really." Loki said, wondering when this would stop.
"Very well, you may just go about your business there, and if you can get information from their headquarters, the data would be very useful, and you would be compensated for any extra work you do." Loki nodded.
"So...I just have to stay with Sygnosis?"
"For a time, but then you must escape when we tell you, and then you will recieve your payment."
"Ok..." Loki wracked his brain, it probably would be a little easier, since his cover was anow close to being blown. The man snapped his fingers, and there was a blinding flash...

Loki woke up and rubbed his head gingerly. He then threw on his coat and walked outside. He wanted a drink, as well as a little air to calm his nerves. He looked down the street at a small bar, and noticed another man, actually another Reploid, walking away.
"Aren't you Deep?" Loki asked as he walked past, Deep stood and stared at him.
"Loki, I passed the exam with you, remember?" Deep stared for a moment, then had a small recollection.
"Oh yeah, I don't really recognize you from elsewhere..."
"No big deal, see ya." Loki replied hastily, quickly walking away.
He figured that he might work a little easier if he was working alone. He rounded a corner into an alley, then sat down on the ground, leaning back to gather his thoughts...