RPG Zerosaga (death)

[Squall]

The AS-Revolution floated floated peacefully in space, Jupiter looming in the distance. Another craft flew slowly towards it, the Earth insigna plastered along the side. On the top of the craft, a long hatch opened and soon JECHTcoms swarmed out, and formatted around the craft.

The JECHTcoms flew with certain forboding, these war machines seeming almost innocent in the emptyness of space. These final moments of quiet were drenched in forboding, as the AS-revolution inhabitants slumbered peacefully, unaware of the threat that loomed just outside. "We are to take out the Bunkers in sectors 1-11 and 7-14. Destroy any and all resistance." A voice came over the Earth JECHTcom's radios, deep and cold.
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Logan rounded a corner and ran as fast as he can, two ASR soldiers chasing him. "We'll teach you to break into the hangars at night!" Shouted one of them. Logan shook his head, trying to keep his mind off of the lack of air he had from running so far. "LOGAN!" He heard one of his friends shout, the one that had talked him into this. "HELP!" His friend struggled against the force of two guards, who had grabbed his arms and shoved him down.

More cries from all his friends came, they had all been caught. He rounded another corner, when he saw the Earth JECHTcoms break throug the false sky of ASR in the distance. They swarmed through and all went in different directions, guns blazing. Their beams scorched the ground, a large group of them firing in the Hanger's direction. One of them shot a hanger building away from Logan, and it exploded in a show of firey chaos.

Logan stared for a moment, transfixed in horror as a beam seared it's way just in front of Logan, creating a steaming fissure where the guard was. The beam continued up a building, as pilots and engineers scrambled out. It was too late, and that building exploded as well, their bodies fung away from the blast.

Logan screamed and ran, as a JECHTcom landed in front of him, cracking the pavement under its massive weight. It took a fatal second to lock onto Logan, as a shot decapitated it from a protecting ASR JECHTcom. Logan ran away from the wreakage, vearing closer to the two piles of flaming rubble that used to be buildings.

He made it to the entrance to another hanger, but turned away from it remembering what happened to the last two. Another explosion shook the earth and he was sent crashing in, tumbling down the steps. He skidded to a halt at the bottum of the steps, dizzy and bleading from the fall. He stood up and looked over the enormus hanger interior, as JECHTcom after JECHTcom took off to protect themselves.

He needed to get somewhere safe, and fast. On the level below him, he saw an open cockpit to a JECHTcom, and he immediately ran towards it. He had no idea how to pilot one, but he thought it may be a safe place to hide until the JECHTcoms had all left.

[Guest jro13]

James headed toward the training arena to test his JECHTcom, and to get his first misson. He noticed another kid was getting in a JECHTcom.

"Hey you stop",he yelled, but the kid flew into the sky.

All of a sudden troops from earth came and attacked the city. James jumped into his JECHTcom, and Razzaria came into view.

" Hello, Mr. Wallace. Ready for combat?"said the AI. He nodded and began assault with its saber. He destroyed many, but James realize that there was too many.

The Earth's forces ambushed James, and his Jechtcom Xeo trapped.

Hope that was ok

[Farto the Magic]

Mattew Nickolson sat in the open cockpit of his Jechtcom and waited to deploy. It would be a few hours and he had nothing to do. In his hand, was a chocolate milkshake. He sipped from it occasionally. The dronebots that flew around, making sure the pilots didn't break any rules were everywhere. They were strict. One of them flew directly over his head and attempted to grab his shake. It flew off to the side and attempted to grab it. In his frustration, he threw the shake at it, covering it with chocolate ice cream. Matt muttered under his breath, "Cheap piece of crap."
The ship turned on with a jolt and the AI responded, "What now, Mathew Nickolson?"
The name was just a repeat of him saying it. Cheap. The whole thing was full of cut corners and little annoyances. He responded back, "Go offline."
The lights all went dim again, except the one on the control council that told him it was still operational. That was one good thing. He laid back in his seat to attempt to sleep. The alarm went off and the machine started moving. It turned on with a jolt and the cockpit closed. He was going to war...

[Hakira]

Dakota sighed as she wiped the sweat from her face. She was under a broken down JECHTcom, doing different repairs to the computer system. It was dark in there, except for the flashlight she held between her gritted teeth. It shined upon the wires and chips of the system. Her eyes were serious and it was apparent she was in deep concentration. These contraptions of the 'future' weren't really all that more enhanced than the machines she used.. They just finally decided to use their common sense and downsize the systems so they wouldn't take so much room in their models.

Thinking of her father, the man that got her into this mess, she gritted her teeth around the end of the flashlight. It slipped out of her mouth as she clanked her teeth together.

"Ow!..Shit.." she said, floating in mid-air, the flashlight floating above her and bumping into the exterior of the JECHTcom. Her short blond hair floated around her face as she sighed. It was rather wavy, and that just wasn't the style these days. Women wanted perfectly straight hair so they wouldn't have to worry about curls. And her fancy of dressing really raised a few brows--considering that her appearance was [i]way[/i] out of date. She didn't appreciate the stares and comments the other people her age would say about her in the colony. It wasn't her fault they thought she was 'ugly'--It was her fathers.

She glared, staring at nothing as her body flipped over in the zero-gravity atmosphere. Dakota floated down to the ground and grabbed onto a railing next to the wall. The flashlight was still floating around the room, finding its way around the JECHTcom. This wasn't the kind of life Dakota asked for. All she wanted to do was be in Latin Club, graduate from high school, go to college, get married have kids, be a soccer mom.. But no.. Damn terrorist muslims. She couldn't understand why they did what they did. If their [i]God[/i] was so loving and all that other good shit why'd they have to do this to her?

Sometimes she wished she would have just died instead of been frozen for all those years. Her feet touched the ground gently, her white lab coat still floating around behind her, along with her hair and locket necklace. it was apparent she was alone in the giant-sized JECHTcom warehouse. She crouched down slowly, and pushed herself off of the ground, floating up to get the flashlight. She grabbed onto part of the JECHTcom and reached for it, red lights beginning to blaze around the room.

"This is a code red," a voice over the intercom said, "I repeat, This is a code red."

The lights flashed and the alarm blared. Dakota sighed.

"...Dammit. I thought it was sheer stupidity when we were having war then," she said to herself, "but this just doesn't make any sense."

[Cyriel]

"Come on! Move out! This is perfect!" Veil waved her team forward, pulling her mask over her mouth again. She and five others slid from building to building, unnoticed as the forces from Earth attacked overhead. She watched as JECHTcoms flew through the air, explosions everywhere. Rubble and dust started to rise, and she could smell smoke. They moved quickly into the warehouse, spreading out quietly. Men were shouting in their uniforms, running to their JECHTcoms and making ready to defend from the attack. No one noticed the six dark figures slip in. They slid into the shadows.

Veil moved to one of the corners, and spotted large boxes of ammuntion. 'Perfect,' she thought to herself, and slid behind them. She quickly arranged the small explosives into the boxes, sliding them between the cracks. She looked for the other members of her team, and then signaled the retreat. They all slipped out, and ran away quickly, hidden beneath the smoke.

Once they were back in the civilian area, they slipped into a house, going underneath to the bomb shelter. They all changed into normal clothes, hiding their dust-ridden garb into a chest. Then they went out into the street by some trees.

Veil nodded to one of the others, "Ok, do it." He slipped his hand into his pocket, and pressed something. Five seconds, and then a huge fireball went up, some shrapnel flying into the sky. Smoke billowed out, and some missiles shot into the air, blown into the sky by the explosives. She nodded again, and they separated. Mission complete.

[Squall]

Logan paicked, shooting up into the air as soon as he got in the cockpit. The JECHTcom acted on its own as it shot down ASR JECHTcoms one by one. "AHHH! Quit it! Knock it off!" He yelled, hitting some of the controls. "Autopilot, disengaged." Said a computorized slightly feminine voice. "Who're you?!" Shouted Logan. "I am Aeris, the Artificial Intelligence unit of the JECHTcom Satienah. Are you not the designated pilot?"

"No! I'm not! I just got here by mistake!" He shouted. A beeping sound filled the cockpit. "Warning, incoming lazer."

"UAAAAH!" Logan grabed at the controls and pushed, and Satienah rocketed to the left. Luckily, a large explosion and a billow of smoke seperated he and the other JECHTcom. "Where did that come from?"

"Initiating emergency tutorial."

"What?" A large mechanical thing covered his eyes. It felt like being electrocuted, as hundreds of images ran past his eyes and forced themselves into his head. "UAAAAAAHH!" After a minute, Logan went limp and Satienah landed behind a pile of rubble. He stayed there for a good half an hour, as a violent shake finally woke him. "Wha-"

"Incoming projectiles from the rear." Logan grabbed the control he thought would push him out of the way just a little, and he shot to the left almost half a mile. He shook his head. It was like a voice in his head told him what to do in a flash, but he still wasn't very good at doing it. Satienah turned to face the JECHTcom that fired at him. Satienah raised it's arm and fired a few random shots, finally hitting it. "Did I get it?!"

"Correct." The JECHTcom fell on top of another building and exploded on impact. Logan was already out of breath.

[Farto the Magic]

Matt sat in his JECHTcom. He hooked his lower legs in the boots, and his arms in the robotic hands. He did a pathetic version of the macerena to get the feel of his old machine. The JECHTcom's arms moved in unison. He manually powered it up and took off into the frey. There were a few others with him. All of them were support and different models. One of his comrades off to the far right took a hit as his JECHTcom fell to the ground. Matt gave a holw and started firing. The lasers blasted like a gatling gun, destroying everything in his path, friend or foe. He turned and aimed the arms at an enemy, ripping the thing in half and sending it down to the planet. His JECHTcom shook with every shot and Matt laughed. The enemies that came to him were completely destroyed. One of them fired at him, hitting the machine and causing some minor damage. That was good armor. Matt continued to let the lasers fly as the forces kept pouring out...

[Dj Professor DM]

Dragus loader sat inside his Jechtcom Deathscythe towards the ASR's base seeing the batle.
Dragus:"Looks like the ASR is in trouble with the earth's forces... O.k. Deathscythe, Razzia let's go in and help them."
Razzia:"Dragus I highly doubt that would be wise..."
Dragus:"We can handle them you know that..."
Dragus gets ready for battle with the Beamscythe in hand and firing at the earth forces with the 2 vulcans eventually knocking three out of action. Two of earth's Troops charge at Deathscythe. Right when the earth troops get in range they get slashed by the beamscythe three times eventually blowing the troops up at a fairly good speed.
Dragus:"Razzia open a comms screen to each ASR troop here..."
Razzia:"Roger that Dragus."
Comm screens open up to all of the troops of the ASR.
Dragus:"Attention ASR troops this is Dragus Loader I am here to assist you... I am From earth but I refuse to aid the earths forces. We will be able to defeat them with our combined strength."

[Crazy Ace]

"They're finally here" Deuce thought to himself.
He jumped into Razor.
"Ace prepare for lift-off and combat."
"Yea man." Ace replied.
His AI responded in its laid back manner as it was programmed to. This fit Deuce right. The elite 15 year old fighter needed a calming voice to help him stay sane. The twin blades on his wrists connects to his JECTHcom's panel. Deuce was a true fighter and his machine fit him. Its twin cockpit was not only a regular sit down and fight with handle JECTHcom. It was also capable of doubling as a space that he could have fought in manually.
"Another day, another few more deaths. I pity my enemies." He snickered.
The JECTHcom was in normal mode as Razor blasted off into the sky. There was a slew of ASR JECTHcoms ready to be dealt with. Deuce Slasher last name wasn't there just for show. It was a strange coincidence how his last name related to how he fought and his whole demeanor. His spiky white hair floated, the sash that covered his mouth and the twin blades that he always kept to his wrists give him the look of an assassin. HIs looks were old for the time he lived in but he didnt care. He cared about nothing. He was a ture specimen nad his JECHTcom wasa perfect fit for him.
"I feel like a little exercise. Ace go to manual mode. My muscles need a little stretch."
"Whatever you say boss."
In space one by one the ASR's forces fell to Razor's twin blade laser wrists. The JECHTcom emulated its pilot.
"I need a challenge. Ace scan the area for Earth forces that are being destroyed. I need a real opponent. As for now put Razor back into automatic mode. These weaklings arent worth being destroyed by emulatyions of the greatness that is me. Lets rest Ace and stay here for a while. When you find an opponent we will go. If anyone comes to me, Ha, you can pilot Razor and take care of them."
"Ok man, whatever you say." The AI replied.


PS when you post can u please put your side on top as for now i am not familiar with everyone's sides

[Cyriel]

Veil ran to the headquarters of Independence, merging in with the others there. Usually there were only about twenty people in there at a time; others were away gathering information or on missions. Members were careful about being spotted, and took care not to go too often. This would be her third visit this month, which was actually more than usual.

She noticed one of her friends at the command terminals, "Hey, are we tracking?"

The person nodded. "Yes, we have new JECHTcoms all over the place. We're still downloading the pilot signals, and we'll be able to identify them in a few minutes." New technology enabled them to hack into the JECHTcoms AI codes, and reap the life reports of the pilots. With this information and other clues gathered, they could piece together the identity of the pilots, and then assassinate them. They did this to the very skilled and deadly ones, leaving the ordinary pilots to get killed in battle. But the talented ones they had to take out on their own.

Meanwhile, Veil went to her superior officer. "Sir, mission complete. There was maximum success and no casualties." He nodded and then handed her a paper for her next operation, a solo observation on the new pilots. The reports were printed out and given to her. She looked over them... there really were a lot, and some had stats that she had never seen before. This would be interesting...

"Where is the ASR getting all these skilled pilots?" she wondered to herself, and then she read one of the papers again. "Those bastards. Now they're using kids to pilot their machines. Murdering bastards." She had just read Logan's stats.

The officer came back, and handed her more papers, "You'll have to try and find the identities of these pilots. They're too skilled to keep alive. We have to eliminate them before they get the upper hand. Someone else in the Earth line is working on the pilots there, so we don't have to worry about them."

"Yes sir." Veil left, papers stowed away, and returned to her small flat. She went up onto the roof, and watched the JECHTcoms fight, explosions and blasts coloring the clear blue sky. Time to figure out who was who... Observing their movements carefully, she tried to pinpoint which models each of the pilots were in. She watched until she could identify them quickly, and then started to wonder... What would they look like? Did they have families? What did they do in life before the war?

"Stop it!" she said out loud. Veil couldn't allow herself to wonder; the emotional bond had to be erased before it could take root. Otherwise, when the time came, she wouldn't be able to perform her mission. She wouldn't be able to kill them. Veil went back to work, checking electronic records to find their assigned hangars.

Now all she needed were their names and faces.

[Crazy Ace]

Deuce was tired of boredom.
"I can sit and do nothing back on ASR. I'll just let these rookies handle this fight. The action I crave is non-existent in this battle so I'll head off. Ace, set courseback for our resting place. I'll let you take the controls."
"Yes sir." The AI responded
Deuce sat there. Disappointed and bored. He thought to himself
"Next time, I don't care who is out there, I will demolish anyone who comes on my radar screen. I will fight and no one can stop me."

[Squall]

Logan panicked as shots came from all directions. Suddenly his intercomm voiced to life with Dragus's message. "Ahhh! Who are you?!" The comm stayed silent for a few moments. "I am Dragus Loader. Who is this I am speeking to?"

"Logan! I'm not supposed to be here! What's going on?! How do I get out?!" The panic in Logan's voice was very clear. "Wha- a kid in a JECHTcom? Kid, what the hell are you doing here?!"

"It was an accident! I got in this thing and it started moving on Autopilot!"

"Kid! Calm down and try to get away from the battle!"

"I can't I don't know where I-AAAAAHH!!" A shot glanced off Sateniah's leg, shaking the cockpit violently. "Logan! Come i-" Dragus's voice ended on the comm, leaving only static. Satienah shot upwards into the sky, and fired multiple beams down at the enemy. One JECHTcom came up enxt to him and knocked his aim off, sending his beams off target and causing a firy dance on the horizon. "Civillion casualties increasing due to battle." Chimmed in Aeris. "Wha? No!!" Satienah flicked its blade out and cut down the opposing mech in one swipe. "What did I do to deserve this?! Why me?!"

Suddenly, An Earth ship collided with ASR's false sky, and sent a crack through the dome. "Warning, if damage to the false sky dome increases, irreversable damage will be caused to ASR."

"What? no! This is my home! It can't break!" Satienah flew higher, towards the breaking dome.

[Vilearchangemon]

Shiro flew threw space, towards ASR.He had just been called for help,mostly because of the warship that had been reported to penetrate the false sky, and a renagede JECHTcom seen in the area.As he reached the ASR, a flash of horror flowed over him.The warship had already reach the coloney,and had peirced it's sky. Now anger flowed threw him.

Shiro: Wing,deploy my blade.

A picture showed on the screen, a diagram of the sword deploying.The sword flew from the wings of Onimorph.It was a majestic silver blade with runic carvings on the blade. As soon as the JECHTcom grasp the blade, a blueish-green flame flew around it.He flew over the warship,lowering his sword to leave a deep gash along the ship.Shiro herad a siren rang out, and seven mechs flew from the docks. Four came for him,and the others flew to the coloney.The JECHTcoms opened fire on him,but he dodged them all.

Shiro: Wing, Spray Cannons

Wing: Yes sir.

Shiro rabidly shot blasts into the crowd of JECHTcoms,ripping them shreds. That's when Shiro noticed the rouge JECHTcom ripping threw his enemies...............

[Cyriel]

Veil covered her head from the debris falling from the sky. She couldn't believe what she was seeing - an Earth ship had collided with the false sky dome! Debris was falling, and she could see some of the shields faltering. What the hell were they thinking??? Didn't they know they would kill billions of civilians???

"Terran (earth) bastards! What the hell do they think they're doing?? Idiots! Don't they know that not all people are with the ASR?? Oh, god!" She ran back towards the warehouses and hangars, dodging the screaming crowds that were starting to riot through the streets. It was chaotic - order had been lost as soon as the people had seen that the sky dome was being breached.

Veil struggled to get through the crowds, who were all running to the air ports and ships. She ran into a hangar, which was deserted; the mechanics and everyone had left with the others. She swung into one of the JECHTcoms that had been left. It was a quite recent model, and some new additions had been added, along with spray cannons and several types of rockets. She made sure that the beam sword was also in hand, and then placed her hands on the controls.

The AI came on the system: Please verify pilot.

Veil's frustration came out on the AI. "F*** off. Over-ride systems." Her fingers flew over the keys, and she quickly hacked the security system, putting in her own programs and custom knacks into the controls. She blasted out of the hangar and towards the top of the sky dome, the view of the chaotic battle getting closer in her field.

She turned on her com to all signals, and immediately a kid's terrified voice came on. It was Logan, "Stop! Stop stop stop stop stop!"

Veil called to him, "Kid, where are you??? Get away, it's dangerous!"

[The (Sic) Shape]

Sorry about not posting, but I couldn't find a right time to make an entrance until now.
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Vincent ran to the hangers after seeing the Earth ship crashing into the false sky dome. He quickly jumped inside his JECHTcom, 7th Son.

"Apparition!" Vincent called out.
"You have received an emergency transmisson," it simply said.
"Play it," he replied.

"To any Earth units near ASR, please respond. One of our ships have collided with the false sky dome on ASR. Anyone listening are ordered to prevent the sky dome from being completely destroyed. I repeat-"

"Damn it!" Vincent yelled out, "Apparition, enter battle mode!"

The JECTcom pulled out its weapons and flew its way out of the hanger, Vincent piloting it toward the false sky dome. As he came closer he watched as more of the JECTcoms started to surround the area. He muttered a curse has he realized what he had to do. Vincent would have to take them out if he had a chance to reach the sky dome.

He took aim with his rail gun and fired several shots at the JECTcoms, but only hitting them in minor areas rather then destroying them. Vincent suddenly heard a kid's voice through his com as he searched through the frequencies.

"Stop! Somebody help me!"

"What the hell? What's a kid doing here?"

[Farto the Magic]

(Sorry bout the wait. Computer had a virus. Had to get it fixed. Stupid pop-ups.)

Mathew laughed. He hadn't had this much fun since...ever. His gattling guns focused on the nearest JECHTcom and he fired. It was an ASR ship. The JECHTcom dropped before the shot could hit and it pulled up and into battle. Matt settled in his seat. That was embarrassing. His ship took a few shots and rocked slightly. He knew the JECHTcom. It could take more. Just then, one of the earth ships dropped down on him and his JECHTcom toppled to the ground. Matt stopped laughing and started panicking. He moved the arms out and grabbed hold of an earth ship. Then he stabalized his JECHTcom and then let a bundle of shots loose, which tore through the enemy ship like fingers through aluminum foil. He was back in the battle...

[Crazy Ace]

The fifteen yearold earth fighter almost landed when he saw the crash.
"How the hell could they let one of our ships crash and now the dome is messed up,"Deuce said furiously " are there any competent fighters on our side. They can't even keep one of our ships intact and the battle just started. Damn, forget these sissies. I am going off for a while. I need to clear my head. Gosh. How many good fighters are there on our side any. Ace, I'm taking over on the controls."
Deuce flew out of the ASR. Away from the battle, away from the whole scene. He went to Mars and went to sleep. Ace was set to wake him up in 30 minutes. When that time was up it was time for killing and any ASR forces in his way were to be slaughtered.

[Dj Professor DM]

*Puts back to the false Sky firing the vulcans.*
Dragus:"Razzia Charge the Hyper Jammers..."
Razzia:"Yes partner. Hyper Jammers Charging."
*The Hyper Jammers start charging. Dragus locks in on to a few earth JECHTcoms and fires at them more and blows them up one by one.*
Dragus:"This will be good. I will strike them while they can't see me... I know it is dishonorable but I have no choice... I must stop the Earth forces..."

[Squall]

Satienah stopped near the sky dome, Logan now thouroghly panicked. "How do I keep it from breaking more? Can I fix it?"

"The skydome is fixable, however the tools aboard Satienah are not designed for such repairs." Aeris chimmed in.

"Well then, how do I fix it?"

"It is likely, that repair equipment is stationed inside inside the hangar."

"What hangar's left? They've all been destroyed!"

"I detect one hangar building not damaged by combat."

"Where?" The building showed up on a seprate screen. "Okay, I gotta get there!" Satienah jetted towards the building as fast as it could. It landed just in front, and knealed down so Logan could get out. He ran into the hangar building, shouting out. "Hello! Is anyone here?! I need someone who can repair the skydome!" A voice responded. "I can." A girl floated up to the railwalk Logan was on. "Dakota?! What are you doing here?!"