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Out on the Town
Posted: Nov 30 2010, 09:46 PM Forum Battles View full topic
Ann Gillars caught an image of herself in the bar mirror, still somewhat amazed at the sight of the getup she had gotten her hands on. Whatever the Knight had come up with was certainly…different. Personally she thought that she looked like a movie extra from a bad movie, but so far no one had given her a second glance since she had arrived. She moved over to the dirtiest drunk she could find, the man making no attempt to hide the stares that he gave her. “So, if I was looking for, umm a ride with…you know. A little extra…” She leaned in, hating herself a little for degrading herself like this, blushing a little. It was for the greater good, but that didn’t make it any more enjoyable “Well…you could try Manny. He always knows where to get his hand on a ride. You can usually find ‘im at his shop down by the docks this time a night.” The man gave her a crooked grin. “Now how ‘bout a reward sweetheart?” “Umm…” Ann bolted from the bar, not bothering to look back as she was followed by raucous laughter from the amused patrons. Getting down to the docks was the easiest part of the evening. A little bit of asking around directed her to Manny, who operated a scrap yard a little ways off the docks, taking materials from scrapped Power Armors which had been recovered. She knocked on the door and was rewarded with a half-naked man answering. “Waddaya want?” He asked, yawning and scratching himself. “A bike.” Ann paused. “A special bike… With missiles?” Manny gave her a curious look before laughing. “Look lady, I don’t know who you think you’re dealing with or what sod sent you my way but you’ve gotta get me up even earlier than this if you want to fool me. I’ve been ducking people like you since the day I was born. What, did you put the squeeze on Simon or sumthin?” “Simon?” Ann asked, a mystified look coming over her eyes. “Hey, y-you should know that I’m the one who beat that Rising Gundam!” Manny gave her a strange glance. “Je-sus, you really don’t know a damn thing do you.” He slammed to door in her face, leaving her in the dark, alone. Result: Recon Sucessful? Ann Gillars: +0 Ex, +1 Synch, 0 repair days

Out on the Town

Posted: Nov 30 2010, 09:46 PM Forum Battles View full topic

Ann Gillars caught an image of herself in the bar mirror, still somewhat amazed at the sight of the getup she had gotten her hands on. Whatever the Knight had come up with was certainly…different. Personally she thought that she looked like a movie extra from a bad movie, but so far no one had given her a second glance since she had arrived.

She moved over to the dirtiest drunk she could find, the man making no attempt to hide the stares that he gave her. “So, if I was looking for, umm a ride with…you know. A little extra…” She leaned in, hating herself a little for degrading herself like this, blushing a little. It was for the greater good, but that didn’t make it any more enjoyable

“Well…you could try Manny. He always knows where to get his hand on a ride. You can usually find ‘im at his shop down by the docks this time a night.” The man gave her a crooked grin. “Now how ‘bout a reward sweetheart?”

“Umm…” Ann bolted from the bar, not bothering to look back as she was followed by raucous laughter from the amused patrons.

Getting down to the docks was the easiest part of the evening. A little bit of asking around directed her to Manny, who operated a scrap yard a little ways off the docks, taking materials from scrapped Power Armors which had been recovered.

She knocked on the door and was rewarded with a half-naked man answering. “Waddaya want?” He asked, yawning and scratching himself.

“A bike.” Ann paused. “A special bike… With missiles?”

Manny gave her a curious look before laughing. “Look lady, I don’t know who you think you’re dealing with or what sod sent you my way but you’ve gotta get me up even earlier than this if you want to fool me. I’ve been ducking people like you since the day I was born. What, did you put the squeeze on Simon or sumthin?”

“Simon?” Ann asked, a mystified look coming over her eyes. “Hey, y-you should know that I’m the one who beat that Rising Gundam!”

Manny gave her a strange glance. “Je-sus, you really don’t know a damn thing do you.” He slammed to door in her face, leaving her in the dark, alone.

Result: Recon Sucessful?
Ann Gillars: +0 Ex, +1 Synch, 0 repair days

Distress Signal
Posted: Nov 28 2010, 10:42 AM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Well eff my luck. When he had gotten to the shadows, he had hoped that he could idle for a while, conserving battery power. If necessary, he could have ambushed he first few people to enter, working on the people in the complex bit by bit. But no, each individual group of fascists just had to arrive all at once, meaning that there was no way to put up a fight. The Blitz, god love it, was all about sneak attacks. There was no way that a sneak attack would be anything less than suicidal here. Or is it... In his time seeing all of the different groups as having a single enemy (him) he had forgotten all the stories about how much each group hated the other. They were all at gunpoint with each other. Simon forced himself to breath at that point, taking in the situation. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't screwed quite yet. There were ways of turning the situation in his favor. All together, hell, with a single faction targeting him he would find himself blown to high heaven. But shooting each other to shit...well, that just made his heart glow a little. The fallout from something like that would destroy inter-group cooperation for a while. Leaving people like him to be...well, people like him. Simon needed to choose one side, and in the end, it really wasn't much of a choice. Persistent bastard, isn't he? Simon muttered under his breath, stepping as quietly as he could behind the armor which had caused him so much trouble in Boston. Out of all the sides, the Baraclow Knights were the ones that he liked least at present and, as one of them had actually seem him before, would be more likely to believe that there was a stealth mobile suit. But if the Knights were being blamed, they would have to be the ones to give the excuse, "It's not us, it was the invisible Rouge who did it." Having to watch them say it would be worth the price of admission, even from a jail cell. "Sorry about this buddy." Simon whispered as he raised his beam rifle over the shoulder of the power armor furthest back in the group. He may have even gotten closer, but what with all the hell that was going to land it seemed prudent to be as close to an exit as possible. "Except, you know, not." Simon fired a single shot, too high to actually hit anyone but close enough that Law Enforcement would certainly feel it. With that shot, the Rouge turned and ran as fast as he could down the hallway the Baraclow Knights had come from. He needed to find cover fast and the moment he did he was going to turn his Mirage Colloid off and watch the fireworks.

Distress Signal

Posted: Nov 28 2010, 10:42 AM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Well eff my luck.

When he had gotten to the shadows, he had hoped that he could idle for a while, conserving battery power. If necessary, he could have ambushed he first few people to enter, working on the people in the complex bit by bit.

But no, each individual group of fascists just had to arrive all at once, meaning that there was no way to put up a fight. The Blitz, god love it, was all about sneak attacks. There was no way that a sneak attack would be anything less than suicidal here.

Or is it...

In his time seeing all of the different groups as having a single enemy (him) he had forgotten all the stories about how much each group hated the other. They were all at gunpoint with each other.

Simon forced himself to breath at that point, taking in the situation. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't screwed quite yet. There were ways of turning the situation in his favor. All together, hell, with a single faction targeting him he would find himself blown to high heaven. But shooting each other to shit...well, that just made his heart glow a little. The fallout from something like that would destroy inter-group cooperation for a while. Leaving people like him to be...well, people like him.

Simon needed to choose one side, and in the end, it really wasn't much of a choice. Persistent bastard, isn't he? Simon muttered under his breath, stepping as quietly as he could behind the armor which had caused him so much trouble in Boston. Out of all the sides, the Baraclow Knights were the ones that he liked least at present and, as one of them had actually seem him before, would be more likely to believe that there was a stealth mobile suit. But if the Knights were being blamed, they would have to be the ones to give the excuse, "It's not us, it was the invisible Rouge who did it." Having to watch them say it would be worth the price of admission, even from a jail cell.

"Sorry about this buddy." Simon whispered as he raised his beam rifle over the shoulder of the power armor furthest back in the group. He may have even gotten closer, but what with all the hell that was going to land it seemed prudent to be as close to an exit as possible. "Except, you know, not." Simon fired a single shot, too high to actually hit anyone but close enough that Law Enforcement would certainly feel it.

With that shot, the Rouge turned and ran as fast as he could down the hallway the Baraclow Knights had come from. He needed to find cover fast and the moment he did he was going to turn his Mirage Colloid off and watch the fireworks.

Distress Signal
Posted: Nov 27 2010, 06:33 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Simon swore under his breath as more and more people began to flood into the complex. He had gotten rather deep in, possibly further than anyone else, considering that he had been one of the ones who had snuck in as opposed to waiting to breach and hadn't engaged any on the squads because of Mirage Colloid. Unfortunately, that particular blessing really was a double edged sword. Simon eyed the battery indicator on his HUD, noting how much it had already dropped. He needed to take what he could, fast, before everyone else swarmed upon him. Simon stopped at one of the control panels in the deeper part of the facility, dropping his Mirage Colloid. He would need to conserve it in case on an emergency from here on out. A couple of quick seconds got the door to close. He jumped through the doorway, firing a lancer dart at the control panel as he moved through entrance. The door close behind him and Simon was rewarded with the sound of an explosion. With any luck, with all the breeches which were taking place no one would notice anything until they got to the door. "That'll keep the bastards guessing." He muttered, looking to quickly get to the heart of the facility, find whatever there was worth taking, and get the frack out.

Distress Signal

Posted: Nov 27 2010, 06:33 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Simon swore under his breath as more and more people began to flood into the complex. He had gotten rather deep in, possibly further than anyone else, considering that he had been one of the ones who had snuck in as opposed to waiting to breach and hadn't engaged any on the squads because of Mirage Colloid.

Unfortunately, that particular blessing really was a double edged sword. Simon eyed the battery indicator on his HUD, noting how much it had already dropped.

He needed to take what he could, fast, before everyone else swarmed upon him. Simon stopped at one of the control panels in the deeper part of the facility, dropping his Mirage Colloid. He would need to conserve it in case on an emergency from here on out. A couple of quick seconds got the door to close. He jumped through the doorway, firing a lancer dart at the control panel as he moved through entrance. The door close behind him and Simon was rewarded with the sound of an explosion. With any luck, with all the breeches which were taking place no one would notice anything until they got to the door.

"That'll keep the bastards guessing." He muttered, looking to quickly get to the heart of the facility, find whatever there was worth taking, and get the frack out.

Distress Signal
Posted: Nov 25 2010, 09:23 AM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Simon swore violently under his breath as he heard the explosion and the shout of freeze, instinctively turning the Mirage Colloid back on. "At least the cops can be counted on being nice and flashy to warn me that they're coming in." He muttered, looking down at the scene before realizing that, for once, he wasn't the intended target. Now, it might have been a real bit of hard luck for the guy but law enforcement would usually calm down once they had the guy and finished their sweep. As long as Mirage Colloid held out that long, and if he stuck to the shadows when it strictly wasn't needed he would be fine. The thought turned less comforting as other teams began to break through, including people who weren't official lawmen. At this point, this left his options as to try to go outside and hope that people weren't trying to blow their way in as he was trying to go out OR he headed deeper into the facility than the others would go, as they would have to search and sweep the area as he had done...especially with the other Rouge unintentionally running interference for him. In the end the choice was an easy one as he fired his grappling hook and hurried to the main part of the facility where he could hopefully find someone or something interesting.

Distress Signal

Posted: Nov 25 2010, 09:23 AM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Simon swore violently under his breath as he heard the explosion and the shout of freeze, instinctively turning the Mirage Colloid back on.

"At least the cops can be counted on being nice and flashy to warn me that they're coming in." He muttered, looking down at the scene before realizing that, for once, he wasn't the intended target.

Now, it might have been a real bit of hard luck for the guy but law enforcement would usually calm down once they had the guy and finished their sweep. As long as Mirage Colloid held out that long, and if he stuck to the shadows when it strictly wasn't needed he would be fine.

The thought turned less comforting as other teams began to break through, including people who weren't official lawmen. At this point, this left his options as to try to go outside and hope that people weren't trying to blow their way in as he was trying to go out OR he headed deeper into the facility than the others would go, as they would have to search and sweep the area as he had done...especially with the other Rouge unintentionally running interference for him.

In the end the choice was an easy one as he fired his grappling hook and hurried to the main part of the facility where he could hopefully find someone or something interesting.

Distress Signal
Posted: Nov 21 2010, 01:21 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
PC Name: Simon Cobb MPA: Blitz Gundam Faction: Rouges Simon put down the kickstand to his bike, pulling off the motorcycle helmet and giving his head a shake to welcome in the cool fresh air. "So, is this really the place?" This seemed surprisingly quiet, especially considering that he wasn't really the closest. He had been traveling in this direction when he had received the distress signal. Simon pushed his bike in a patch of shrubbery, taking note of where it was for the future. There was always the chance that he was going to need to coming running here if things didn't go well. With a few quick adjustments, Simon carefully removed the clothes not ready to rip apart the limited supply of clothes that he had. He tossed them into the small trunk of his cycle before pulling out the most important thing he owned, his armor is collapsed form Simon felt himself blink normally and then, suddenly, opened his eyes as the Blitz. Sensors beeped, indicating that the more...militarized groups had already arrived. "I need to conserve battery power." Simon whispered to himself, activating the Mirage Colloid. "Only use it in open areas" Simon began running, trying to get inside the warehouse where he could operate more easily, able to keep Mirage Colloid off and Phase Shift on while investigating.

Distress Signal

Posted: Nov 21 2010, 01:21 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

PC Name: Simon Cobb
MPA: Blitz Gundam
Faction: Rouges

Simon put down the kickstand to his bike, pulling off the motorcycle helmet and giving his head a shake to welcome in the cool fresh air.

"So, is this really the place?" This seemed surprisingly quiet, especially considering that he wasn't really the closest. He had been traveling in this direction when he had received the distress signal. Simon pushed his bike in a patch of shrubbery, taking note of where it was for the future. There was always the chance that he was going to need to coming running here if things didn't go well.

With a few quick adjustments, Simon carefully removed the clothes not ready to rip apart the limited supply of clothes that he had. He tossed them into the small trunk of his cycle before pulling out the most important thing he owned, his armor is collapsed form

Simon felt himself blink normally and then, suddenly, opened his eyes as the Blitz. Sensors beeped, indicating that the more...militarized groups had already arrived.

"I need to conserve battery power." Simon whispered to himself, activating the Mirage Colloid. "Only use it in open areas" Simon began running, trying to get inside the warehouse where he could operate more easily, able to keep Mirage Colloid off and Phase Shift on while investigating.

Shipping up to Boston
Posted: Nov 18 2010, 01:07 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Simon took a sip from his beer, barely turning to look as the bell on the door of the bar chimed and a figure seated himself down next to Simon. "What are you doin' here Simon?" Simon looked over, encountering the grizzled face of an old friend. "Just havin' a beer Frank. I can still do that, can't I?" Frank shook his head. "Haven't you heard? That little stunt of yours is kicking up trouble. What the hell did ya attack him for?" Simon lifted the bottle to his lips. "I didn't go out to. It seemed like a good idea at the time." "Yeah, well it's given the Knight a major hardon for you. He went out looking last night, kicked up quite a stir. He didn't find you, but that didn't stop him some wrecking another rouge PA. He took a coupla shots himself, but that won't keep 'im down long. He's a PMC member, and you're just starting out. You don't stand a chance." "And what should I do Frank? Leave the town to him?" "Right now...yes. You're running out of friends fast here Cy." Frank clapped a hand on the Rouge's back. "You ain't ready for him yet, and you ain't gonna get the practice you need here. You've got some wheels now, right?" Simon nodded silently. "Good. If you wanna make the Knight howl, I suggest that you hurt them where it really counts: their wallets. In the meanwhile, Boston will take care of its own." Frank stood up, heading back to the door. "Get the bastards, will ya?" Simon sat for a couple more minutes, simply watching the bottle in his hands. Frank was right, but Boston was home, and leaving it... But since his crew died, he didn't really feel like joining up with any other, and there was no way for him to work alone. If he was going to beat the Knights, he would have to do it his way. Simon tossed a few bills on the counter, heading for the door. "Cy, I thought you were gonna hang around for a bit. What's the rush?" Simon looked back at the bartender, a somewhat apologetic look in his eyes. "Sorry Mikey, I need to pack." He tone darkened somewhat. "I'm gonna be taking a trip."

Shipping up to Boston

Posted: Nov 18 2010, 01:07 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Simon took a sip from his beer, barely turning to look as the bell on the door of the bar chimed and a figure seated himself down next to Simon.

"What are you doin' here Simon?"

Simon looked over, encountering the grizzled face of an old friend. "Just havin' a beer Frank. I can still do that, can't I?"

Frank shook his head. "Haven't you heard? That little stunt of yours is kicking up trouble. What the hell did ya attack him for?"

Simon lifted the bottle to his lips. "I didn't go out to. It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Yeah, well it's given the Knight a major hardon for you. He went out looking last night, kicked up quite a stir. He didn't find you, but that didn't stop him some wrecking another rouge PA. He took a coupla shots himself, but that won't keep 'im down long. He's a PMC member, and you're just starting out. You don't stand a chance."

"And what should I do Frank? Leave the town to him?"

"Right now...yes. You're running out of friends fast here Cy." Frank clapped a hand on the Rouge's back. "You ain't ready for him yet, and you ain't gonna get the practice you need here. You've got some wheels now, right?"

Simon nodded silently.

"Good. If you wanna make the Knight howl, I suggest that you hurt them where it really counts: their wallets. In the meanwhile, Boston will take care of its own." Frank stood up, heading back to the door. "Get the bastards, will ya?"

Simon sat for a couple more minutes, simply watching the bottle in his hands. Frank was right, but Boston was home, and leaving it...

But since his crew died, he didn't really feel like joining up with any other, and there was no way for him to work alone. If he was going to beat the Knights, he would have to do it his way.

Simon tossed a few bills on the counter, heading for the door. "Cy, I thought you were gonna hang around for a bit. What's the rush?"

Simon looked back at the bartender, a somewhat apologetic look in his eyes. "Sorry Mikey, I need to pack." He tone darkened somewhat. "I'm gonna be taking a trip."

Writers
Posted: Nov 17 2010, 10:35 AM Forum Announcements & News View full topic
I think I would like to give it a try. I can't promise every night, but definitely Mondays, most Thursdays and Thursdays and some Wednesdays (including tonight)

Shipping up to Boston
Posted: Nov 16 2010, 03:03 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Simon walked into Lucky 7, a bar that was a frequent hangout for people of his profession. Today it was surprisingly quiet, the news about a Baraclay Knight operating sucessfully in a region normally dominated by rouges likely making it quiet. What was really annoying him was that he had gotten his shot and had blown it. While the encounter had been far from disastrous, it was the first time he had come away from an encounter on the losing end and that his Blitz had been damaged. "I gotta come after him smarta'" Simon mused, his native accent breaking through a bit. "Gimme a beer." He motioned to the bartender, looking around at the sparse clientele.

Shipping up to Boston

Posted: Nov 16 2010, 03:03 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Simon walked into Lucky 7, a bar that was a frequent hangout for people of his profession. Today it was surprisingly quiet, the news about a Baraclay Knight operating sucessfully in a region normally dominated by rouges likely making it quiet.

What was really annoying him was that he had gotten his shot and had blown it. While the encounter had been far from disastrous, it was the first time he had come away from an encounter on the losing end and that his Blitz had been damaged.

"I gotta come after him smarta'" Simon mused, his native accent breaking through a bit. "Gimme a beer." He motioned to the bartender, looking around at the sparse clientele.

Simon Cobb
Posted: Nov 15 2010, 12:08 AM Forum Character Profiles View full topic
Name: Simon Cobb Age: 23 Hair: Red Eyes: Brown Height: 5’8 Weight: 150 lbs DoB: October 30 Power Armor: Blitz Gundam Historical Profile: It’s hard to get a straight story from Simon about his past, and he’s fond of saying, “If you want to question where I can from expect the answer to be multiple choice.” His profession of choice was as a strongman, and was pulled in for questioning about armed robbery more times than he chooses to count, though he has never officially has had any charges against him. Why would he choose such a life: a desperate need for money, been pulled in too deep by some of the gangs in the city, watching the way Johnny Law would knock down doors, having no other prospects? In this case, all of the above, plus one more: he liked it. His work made him feared and respected in his home city of Boston, and helped put food on the table. His life would likely have continued as it was before dying in a hail of bullets from some cop had he not been asked to work a certain job. From the outside, it looked simple: bust in to a warehouse and steal a crate, with specific orders not to open it. The job seemed simple enough, and the pay was good so Simon and his crew took it with few questions. However, the location was more heavily guarded than anyone had expected. While they managed to get the package, men in PA’s arrived and started shooting, killing two members of his crew. Determined to figure out what was worth getting a friend killed Simon opened the crate to find a power armor, code named the Blitz. Having heard all the stories of Gundam machines, he couldn’t wait to see what it could do. He donned the armor and took it out for a spin, amazed by what it could offer. However, when he returned to the hideout he found the rest of his crew dead. Was it the client, unhappy about the product not there? The owners, back to retrieve it? The police? The MP’s? The Knights? Simon either doesn’t know, or won’t tell. But now, he has a PA of his own and he means to misbehave. Psychological Profile: Very anti-establishment, and will be prone to make more irrational decisions if it means helping someone who the law wants or if it mucks with the Law or the Knights. However, he can appreciate people who look out for their own. While he has a hard time trusting people he understands the benefits of working on a team. Adapting his fighting style from his earlier career as an armed criminal he typically tends to adopt a strong emphasis on hit and run tactics. He generally hits hard and fast, leaving to attack from another angle or to disrupt groups for partners to pick off.

Simon Cobb

Posted: Nov 15 2010, 12:08 AM Forum Character Profiles View full topic

Name: Simon Cobb
Age: 23
Hair: Red
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5’8
Weight: 150 lbs
DoB: October 30
Power Armor: Blitz Gundam

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Historical Profile: It’s hard to get a straight story from Simon about his past, and he’s fond of saying, “If you want to question where I can from expect the answer to be multiple choice.”

His profession of choice was as a strongman, and was pulled in for questioning about armed robbery more times than he chooses to count, though he has never officially has had any charges against him. Why would he choose such a life: a desperate need for money, been pulled in too deep by some of the gangs in the city, watching the way Johnny Law would knock down doors, having no other prospects? In this case, all of the above, plus one more: he liked it. His work made him feared and respected in his home city of Boston, and helped put food on the table.

His life would likely have continued as it was before dying in a hail of bullets from some cop had he not been asked to work a certain job. From the outside, it looked simple: bust in to a warehouse and steal a crate, with specific orders not to open it. The job seemed simple enough, and the pay was good so Simon and his crew took it with few questions. However, the location was more heavily guarded than anyone had expected. While they managed to get the package, men in PA’s arrived and started shooting, killing two members of his crew. Determined to figure out what was worth getting a friend killed Simon opened the crate to find a power armor, code named the Blitz.

Having heard all the stories of Gundam machines, he couldn’t wait to see what it could do. He donned the armor and took it out for a spin, amazed by what it could offer. However, when he returned to the hideout he found the rest of his crew dead. Was it the client, unhappy about the product not there? The owners, back to retrieve it? The police? The MP’s? The Knights? Simon either doesn’t know, or won’t tell.
But now, he has a PA of his own and he means to misbehave.

Psychological Profile: Very anti-establishment, and will be prone to make more irrational decisions if it means helping someone who the law wants or if it mucks with the Law or the Knights. However, he can appreciate people who look out for their own. While he has a hard time trusting people he understands the benefits of working on a team. Adapting his fighting style from his earlier career as an armed criminal he typically tends to adopt a strong emphasis on hit and run tactics. He generally hits hard and fast, leaving to attack from another angle or to disrupt groups for partners to pick off.