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Calling all cars
Posted: Nov 25 2010, 12:04 PM Forum Law Enforcement View full topic
right now about all we can do is investigate, we might get enough with the next official post to put together a larger plan of action.

Distress Signal
Posted: Nov 25 2010, 11:50 AM Forum Roleplay View full topic
"You sure about this Ian?" "Relax Hiro, I've already cleared it." The squad was stacked up near an entrance a short distance away from the main Police entry point. It had been Ian's idea to delay their entry by a minute, allowing the main force to attract attention, allowing them to take a different point of entry. JP had supported it, and so had the Captain in charge of the joint operation. This approach would allow them to flank any potential hostiles the main force met in addition in cutting down one possible point of escape. Hiromi had his doubts, as there were a lot of unknowns for this whole operation to begin with(for one no one seemed to have a clear ultimate objective yet) without adding more, however he reminded himself of Ian's military training, some of the instincts he'd developed then had never truly faded, thats why he was team leader. Plus Hiro had known him for years, and trusted him pretty well. "Execution time boss, lets get to it," JP said. Wordlessly he sliced the lock cleanly in half with a beam saber, and pushed in. They quickly stormed the room beyond, a lobby by the look of it, careful to move as quickly and quietly as possible. Their sensors were doing their job and they cleared the room in seconds. Motion sensors were detecting movement from ahead, however it was anyone's guess where they were coming from, as no one had building layouts. They quickly moved into the hallway. JP and Ian took point, Sabers out, they'd been MS pilots longest, and while Hiromi was already pulling even with JP in Synch rate he still didn't have the pure experience in close quarters combat that JP or Ian did. He and Amber hung back slightly ready to provide ranged support, their large Beam Rifles at the ready. "Stay sharp everyone," Ian said, "my gut tells me thing'll get interesting sooner rather than later..." With those words he smoothly pushed open the door in front of them and they rushed further into the complex.

Distress Signal

Posted: Nov 25 2010, 11:50 AM Forum Roleplay View full topic

"You sure about this Ian?"

"Relax Hiro, I've already cleared it."

The squad was stacked up near an entrance a short distance away from the main Police entry point. It had been Ian's idea to delay their entry by a minute, allowing the main force to attract attention, allowing them to take a different point of entry. JP had supported it, and so had the Captain in charge of the joint operation. This approach would allow them to flank any potential hostiles the main force met in addition in cutting down one possible point of escape. Hiromi had his doubts, as there were a lot of unknowns for this whole operation to begin with(for one no one seemed to have a clear ultimate objective yet) without adding more, however he reminded himself of Ian's military training, some of the instincts he'd developed then had never truly faded, thats why he was team leader. Plus Hiro had known him for years, and trusted him pretty well.

"Execution time boss, lets get to it," JP said.

Wordlessly he sliced the lock cleanly in half with a beam saber, and pushed in. They quickly stormed the room beyond, a lobby by the look of it, careful to move as quickly and quietly as possible. Their sensors were doing their job and they cleared the room in seconds. Motion sensors were detecting movement from ahead, however it was anyone's guess where they were coming from, as no one had building layouts. They quickly moved into the hallway. JP and Ian took point, Sabers out, they'd been MS pilots longest, and while Hiromi was already pulling even with JP in Synch rate he still didn't have the pure experience in close quarters combat that JP or Ian did. He and Amber hung back slightly ready to provide ranged support, their large Beam Rifles at the ready.

"Stay sharp everyone," Ian said, "my gut tells me thing'll get interesting sooner rather than later..."

With those words he smoothly pushed open the door in front of them and they rushed further into the complex.

Distress Signal
Posted: Nov 21 2010, 07:12 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Name: Hiromi Copress MPA: Type Z Mass Produced Side: Law Enforcement The truck rumbled along the old highway, years of tax payer neglect beginning to show. The sun was hot and the dust was plentiful, but fortunately the mood was light. Ian's squad sat in the back of the pickup, relaxing as much as the bumpy ride would allow. "I find it strange," JP said, that the law enforcement in this country is not capable of providing its officers vehicles..." Ian shrugged. "We're only loosely affiliated with the Government nowadays in a lot of areas. Which means, sadly, the budget isn't quite as fat as it used to be. Lucky Hiromi and I are on good terms with some of the locals here, and the Rangers appreciate some non Government controlled law." Indeed, while they'd lucked out on hitching a ride with an old Government C130, they'd still been faced with a fairly long hike to the Law Enforcement rendezvous point, fortunately one of the locals, an obvious supplier to the local Rangers who controlled this region, had been more than willing to give them a lift. This told them the Ranegrs were also likely headed out that way. Not that Hiromi cared, he was merely interested in a job with some sense of the unknown involved, Washington had been fun, but being closer to the West Coast again felt more natural. Amber reached out and banged on the cab. "Hey old timer, got an ETA?" The leathery face of the driver peered out, he knew these roads well enough to take his eyes of them every now and then. "Give it about an hour and a half missie." She nodded, then sighed as she slumped down. "These mods are gonna hold up right Hiro?" Hiromi frowned, she'd only taken to using his nickname recently, something normally only Ian did, and it felt... odd still. Brushing it aside he shrugged. "Should, just some basic shielding of the joints, should keep the grit and sand out better, still going to need more maintenance than usual so keep em seathed if at all possible." "Alright," Ian said, "lets all run a quick check on our gear, it'll be the last one before we stop so we can just relax the rest of the way. After that we'll plot our next move."

Distress Signal

Posted: Nov 21 2010, 07:12 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Name: Hiromi Copress
MPA: Type Z Mass Produced
Side: Law Enforcement

The truck rumbled along the old highway, years of tax payer neglect beginning to show. The sun was hot and the dust was plentiful, but fortunately the mood was light. Ian's squad sat in the back of the pickup, relaxing as much as the bumpy ride would allow.

"I find it strange," JP said, that the law enforcement in this country is not capable of providing its officers vehicles..."

Ian shrugged. "We're only loosely affiliated with the Government nowadays in a lot of areas. Which means, sadly, the budget isn't quite as fat as it used to be. Lucky Hiromi and I are on good terms with some of the locals here, and the Rangers appreciate some non Government controlled law."

Indeed, while they'd lucked out on hitching a ride with an old Government C130, they'd still been faced with a fairly long hike to the Law Enforcement rendezvous point, fortunately one of the locals, an obvious supplier to the local Rangers who controlled this region, had been more than willing to give them a lift. This told them the Ranegrs were also likely headed out that way. Not that Hiromi cared, he was merely interested in a job with some sense of the unknown involved, Washington had been fun, but being closer to the West Coast again felt more natural.

Amber reached out and banged on the cab.

"Hey old timer, got an ETA?"

The leathery face of the driver peered out, he knew these roads well enough to take his eyes of them every now and then.

"Give it about an hour and a half missie."

She nodded, then sighed as she slumped down. "These mods are gonna hold up right Hiro?"

Hiromi frowned, she'd only taken to using his nickname recently, something normally only Ian did, and it felt... odd still. Brushing it aside he shrugged. "Should, just some basic shielding of the joints, should keep the grit and sand out better, still going to need more maintenance than usual so keep em seathed if at all possible."

"Alright," Ian said, "lets all run a quick check on our gear, it'll be the last one before we stop so we can just relax the rest of the way. After that we'll plot our next move."

Recovery
Posted: Nov 17 2010, 01:16 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Hiromi coughed violently, then clutched his chest in pain, the bite helping to bring him fully back to conscienceless. “Busted ribs,” he thought, ”man is this not going to be fun.” He gripped the sides of his hospital bed and managed to haul himself into a semi sitting position, albeit with gritted teeth. After a moment, and some painkillers the computer assisted IV automatically pumped into his bloodstream, the sharp pain in his chest subsided into a dull ache. Resting his forehead into his hand he tried to remember what had happened. Bits and pieces came back to him, the Gundam that had blasted him in the chest, and then kicked him, his weakened armor failing to protect him, someone calling out at him over the comm., and finally a vague memory of being essentially cut out of his armor, the mechanism responsible for retracting it grievously damaged. He swore out loud. “They better not expect me to fix all that shit,” he said to himself. “Finally, bout time you woke up,” a voice said from the side. “That you Ian,” Hiromi called out without bothering to look. “Course it is,” Ian said walking over to the side of his bed. Amber was there as well. “Thought you’d be asleep till next month.” “Sure getting hit in the chest by a car sized had nothing to do with i…OW!” Amber hit him in the shoulder, lightly, but enough to send a tremor of pain through his chest. Hiromi thought he saw a hint of concern on her face for a moment before it was swallowed up by a frown. “Serves you right, making us worry like that, didn’t you tell me to try not getting hit?” Hiromi took a deep breath and tried to grin. “Guess that makes us even now then.” She snorted and turned away. Ian grinned and mouthed “Tsundere” to him. Hiromi responded by flipping him off. “So when can I get out of this bed?” “Whenever you want,” Ian said. “The Doc injected you with some nano machines or other sciency crap that should mend you up within a day or so. You’re free to walk around but take it slow.” “No shit,” Hiromi said, pushing the rails on one side down. “Where’s JP?” “Overseeing repairs,” Ian said as Hiromi gingerly put weight on his feet, the IV still in his arm was mobile and rolled after him. “Fortunately this precinct seems to have its own mechanics, and they seem pretty eager to help after we got mauled our second day here.” The tri left the room and began walking. The hospital corridor was fairly stereotypical , clean looking halls, the faint smell of a mixture of urine and various sterilizing chemicals omnipresent. Ian took a left and began leading towards a lobby. “Speaking of which, any word on that Gundam?” “Brass said they’d never seen it before,” Amber replied, obviously angry about the fact. “I’ve been giving some leeway on our next move,” Ian said thoughtfully. We’ll have a pow wow later on how we answer this bastard, but I he’ll defiantly be the main focus of our next case.” “We hurt him at least,” Hiromi said. “Think he’ll be a bit more wary about another encounter?” “Not enough info,” Ian said. “For all we know we may have taken out his only beam cannon. Or well you did anyway.” “I think we’d be better off not assuming anything,” Amber said somberly. Hiromi nodded. “I’m going to need to see video of the fight, I was kinda unconscious for most of it.” “It’s already waiting in your room.” “I’d also like this thing out of my arm,” he said gesturing to the IV. “That’s your call,” he said with a grin, “I aint touching it.” “I’ll do it myself then.” Amber sighed, “then you’ll get an infection, then they’ll take your arm and you’ll be even worse at piloting, I’ll do it.” “I’ll be fine, seriously it’s yanking a needle out, not surgery.” “Wasn’t giving you the choice,” she snapped. “And if you do do it I’ll cut off your arm myself.” Hiromi rolled his eyes as far back as possible. “Fine whatever knock yourself out.” “Well we need to do it before we can leave,” she said. “Hold still and I’ll do it real quick.” She pulled out some antiseptic cloth and a bandage from her pocket. With a clean pull she took the catheter out, quickly applying the cloth over his arm, wrapping the bandage over it and covering it with gauze. While she worked Hiromi looked away, blushing slightly. Ian chuckled to himself at the sight. “You carry those around everywhere you go or something,” Hiromi asked. “She’s been here keeping an eye on you ever since they brought you in,” Ian said, smirking. “Must have picked it up at some point.” “I recall you asking me to watch him,” she growled. “Quit making it sound like something else.” “Heh, sure whatever. We can leave now Hiro, I’ll get your wheelchair ready first…” “Hope you got well acquainted with this place Ian, cause you’re about to live here.” “No one ever appreciates my sincere offers of help,” Ian sighed. “Very well, car’s out front, unless you feel like jogging back…” “I swear to God Ian I don’t have the energy left to tell you to shut the hell up.” “Allow me then,” Amber said. “Ian, shut the hell up.” “Oh great no you two are ganging up on me.”

Recovery

Posted: Nov 17 2010, 01:16 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Hiromi coughed violently, then clutched his chest in pain, the bite helping to bring him fully back to conscienceless.
“Busted ribs,” he thought, ”man is this not going to be fun.”
He gripped the sides of his hospital bed and managed to haul himself into a semi sitting position, albeit with gritted teeth. After a moment, and some painkillers the computer assisted IV automatically pumped into his bloodstream, the sharp pain in his chest subsided into a dull ache. Resting his forehead into his hand he tried to remember what had happened. Bits and pieces came back to him, the Gundam that had blasted him in the chest, and then kicked him, his weakened armor failing to protect him, someone calling out at him over the comm., and finally a vague memory of being essentially cut out of his armor, the mechanism responsible for retracting it grievously damaged.
He swore out loud. “They better not expect me to fix all that shit,” he said to himself.
“Finally, bout time you woke up,” a voice said from the side.
“That you Ian,” Hiromi called out without bothering to look.
“Course it is,” Ian said walking over to the side of his bed. Amber was there as well. “Thought you’d be asleep till next month.”
“Sure getting hit in the chest by a car sized had nothing to do with i…OW!”
Amber hit him in the shoulder, lightly, but enough to send a tremor of pain through his chest. Hiromi thought he saw a hint of concern on her face for a moment before it was swallowed up by a frown.
“Serves you right, making us worry like that, didn’t you tell me to try not getting hit?”
Hiromi took a deep breath and tried to grin. “Guess that makes us even now then.”
She snorted and turned away. Ian grinned and mouthed “Tsundere” to him. Hiromi responded by flipping him off.
“So when can I get out of this bed?”
“Whenever you want,” Ian said. “The Doc injected you with some nano machines or other sciency crap that should mend you up within a day or so. You’re free to walk around but take it slow.”
“No shit,” Hiromi said, pushing the rails on one side down. “Where’s JP?”
“Overseeing repairs,” Ian said as Hiromi gingerly put weight on his feet, the IV still in his arm was mobile and rolled after him. “Fortunately this precinct seems to have its own mechanics, and they seem pretty eager to help after we got mauled our second day here.” The tri left the room and began walking. The hospital corridor was fairly stereotypical , clean looking halls, the faint smell of a mixture of urine and various sterilizing chemicals omnipresent. Ian took a left and began leading towards a lobby.
“Speaking of which, any word on that Gundam?”
“Brass said they’d never seen it before,” Amber replied, obviously angry about the fact.
“I’ve been giving some leeway on our next move,” Ian said thoughtfully. We’ll have a pow wow later on how we answer this bastard, but I he’ll defiantly be the main focus of our next case.”
“We hurt him at least,” Hiromi said. “Think he’ll be a bit more wary about another encounter?”
“Not enough info,” Ian said. “For all we know we may have taken out his only beam cannon. Or well you did anyway.”
“I think we’d be better off not assuming anything,” Amber said somberly.
Hiromi nodded. “I’m going to need to see video of the fight, I was kinda unconscious for most of it.”
“It’s already waiting in your room.”
“I’d also like this thing out of my arm,” he said gesturing to the IV.
“That’s your call,” he said with a grin, “I aint touching it.”
“I’ll do it myself then.”
Amber sighed, “then you’ll get an infection, then they’ll take your arm and you’ll be even worse at piloting, I’ll do it.”
“I’ll be fine, seriously it’s yanking a needle out, not surgery.”
“Wasn’t giving you the choice,” she snapped. “And if you do do it I’ll cut off your arm myself.”
Hiromi rolled his eyes as far back as possible. “Fine whatever knock yourself out.”
“Well we need to do it before we can leave,” she said. “Hold still and I’ll do it real quick.”
She pulled out some antiseptic cloth and a bandage from her pocket. With a clean pull she took the catheter out, quickly applying the cloth over his arm, wrapping the bandage over it and covering it with gauze. While she worked Hiromi looked away, blushing slightly. Ian chuckled to himself at the sight.
“You carry those around everywhere you go or something,” Hiromi asked.
“She’s been here keeping an eye on you ever since they brought you in,” Ian said, smirking. “Must have picked it up at some point.”
“I recall you asking me to watch him,” she growled. “Quit making it sound like something else.”
“Heh, sure whatever. We can leave now Hiro, I’ll get your wheelchair ready first…”
“Hope you got well acquainted with this place Ian, cause you’re about to live here.”
“No one ever appreciates my sincere offers of help,” Ian sighed. “Very well, car’s out front, unless you feel like jogging back…”
“I swear to God Ian I don’t have the energy left to tell you to shut the hell up.”
“Allow me then,” Amber said. “Ian, shut the hell up.”
“Oh great no you two are ganging up on me.”

Calling all cars
Posted: Nov 17 2010, 09:59 AM Forum Law Enforcement View full topic
Thinking a car would be good to get, guess a dog will have to wait.

Quiet Never Lasts
Posted: Nov 16 2010, 02:23 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
A great boom reverberated in the room, unmistakably the retort of a Shotgun. All four members of the team woke immediately. “Do these idiots have any idea what God dammed time it is,” Ian asked aloud as he peaked through his curtains. JP muttered several choice words in French as he rapidly donned his armor, which quickly unsheathed itself. Using him as cover Ian quickly followed suit and the two Police Officers slipped out of their room, weapons at the ready. Their displays set to night vision they searched the area in a slight haze of light green, searching for the source of the gunshot. The Parking Lot was clear, and there was no sign of any trouble. “Any sign of anything,” Ian asked. His external speakers off he could talk as loud as he wished without anyone outside hearing. “My audio feed is picking up several loud voices on the other side of the building, I believe the front office is there, a likely target.” “Good call, lets go, I’ll take point.” “Yes sir.” “Any sign of Hiromi or Amber?” “If they are they are maintaining radio silence, no sign of their IFF either.” “Shit,” Ian said. “Knowing Hiromi he didn’t bother putting on his armor. And I can see Amber following suite.” “That sounds rather foolish, and as such is likely true.” “That kid’s notorious for it. We need to hurry.” ___ “We couldn’t have taken two seconds to get our armor on,” Amber hissed aggravated. “That armor’s bright red and noisy as Hell,” Hiromi whispered back, “The last thing we need to do is spook whoever it is with the weapon.” “On the flip side without the armor on they could just, ya know, shoot us.” “Then I suggest we stay nice and quiet like…” Despite their words they were in face wearing the armor, simply keeping it retracted. Hiromi had figured the front office the likeliest target from the get go, and their room was closer, so they were already pulling up on it. Through the glass front of the office the scene was fairly straight forward, employees bound and gagged on the floor, a hole on the door which was obviously the work of the shotgun. There was no sign of the perps however, though a door in the back was ajar, likely were the safe was. “So what now, “Alice hissed, “charge in waving sidearms around naked?” “Tempting, let’s suit up and wait for the other two.” “Glad to see your brain working again.” The quips were cut short by the sound of a shotgun pump racking. “Well well,” an unfamiliar voice said from behind them, “looks like we caught ourselves two mice Hiromi and Alice looked at each other, Hiromi shaking his head slightly, Alice gave a faint nod, unsheathing their armor would have to wait, the split second it’d take was potentially fatal, they’d wait for the right moment. Raising their hands they slowly turned around, there were three large looking men, one with the shotgun, the others unarmed. One carried a duffle bag, likely filled with whatever money they’d just appropriated. ”Only one weapon,” he thought, “decent odds, just need an opening…” Alice was thinking the same thing, and she was closer. “Mouse huh,” she said in sarcastic voice, “big talk for a roach.” “Talking shut are ya, little bit… argh!” His sentence was cut off, as in the split second it took to re aim the weapon at her she’s delivered a lightning fast snap kick to the end of the barrel, knocking it in the air. He managed to hold on with his second hand, and brought it back down as quickly as he could manage. He wasn’t even close to fast enough. The Red Armor sprang into existence, and the three would be thieves found themselves starring down two Mobile Armors. “Nic e work,” Hiromi said over his internal channel. “Seems like I’m always bailing you out of this kind of shit…” she muttered back. Hiromi smirked and switched to external comms. “Police, drop the weapon, get your ass on the ground, and you know the rest.” He said this while displaying the holo badge on the left side of his chest. “Shit…” The lead thief acting faster than his brain could stop fired off a shot square into Hiromi’s chest. The weapon was laughably ineffective, not even marring the paint. Amber stepped forward, and in a flash grabbed the barrel of the weapon. “I suggest you stop resisting,” she said coldly, the servos in her gauntlet making a slight noise as the metal fingers crushed the barrel of the weapon like it were plastic. To further emphasize the point Hiromi leveled his oversized Beam Rifle, focusing on the thief’s chest. His two companions were sensible, and threw themselves on the ground. The final one seemed intent on being difficult, so Hiromi simply grabbed his shirt collar and threw him off his feet. “Nicely handled,” JP’s voice sounded over their comm. “Oh now you two show up,” Amber snorted as JP and Ian walked over, “just wake up or something?” Ian laughed, “Nope, saw you two were handling things, decided to check on the two civilians back in the office, no real damage to them.” Hiromi raised an eyebrow. “You saw us being held at gunpoint and thought we were handling things…” “I had faith in you two.” “Wonderful, thanks.” Ah don’t be mad, lets restrain these three, I’ll stay up and guard them till the local cops show up, you three go get some sleep.” “You don’t have to do that boss,” JP interjected, “I’m fine, I’ll handle them.” “Okay,” Ian agreed easily. Amber smacked him across the back of his head “Stupid! You’re not supposed to agree with him!” “Oh come on,” Ian said, “was that really necessary?” JP laughed loudly. “Calm down Amber, I’m used to all nighters, I just need a little coffee. Assuming I can find some that qualifies for it in this silly country…” “I can’t believe we got caught by these nutjobs,” one of the thieves muttered from the ground… ___ The rest of the night passed without incident. The Motel owners attempted to refuse Ian’s money, saying they’d earned their night’s sleep. Ian of course refused, if he had one soft spot it was for the civilians he served. Several hours later they were on the road again, headed for Washington again. Ian stayed surprisingly quiet during the journey as Hiromi, Amber, and JP went through the normal routine of bickering, joking, and laughing. The reports coming in were somber, he hadn’t told them the full reason they’d made an emergency transfer to Washington. They’d know soon enough…

Quiet Never Lasts

Posted: Nov 16 2010, 02:23 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

A great boom reverberated in the room, unmistakably the retort of a Shotgun. All four members of the team woke immediately.
“Do these idiots have any idea what God dammed time it is,” Ian asked aloud as he peaked through his curtains.
JP muttered several choice words in French as he rapidly donned his armor, which quickly unsheathed itself. Using him as cover Ian quickly followed suit and the two Police Officers slipped out of their room, weapons at the ready. Their displays set to night vision they searched the area in a slight haze of light green, searching for the source of the gunshot. The Parking Lot was clear, and there was no sign of any trouble.
“Any sign of anything,” Ian asked. His external speakers off he could talk as loud as he wished without anyone outside hearing.
“My audio feed is picking up several loud voices on the other side of the building, I believe the front office is there, a likely target.”
“Good call, lets go, I’ll take point.”
“Yes sir.”
“Any sign of Hiromi or Amber?”
“If they are they are maintaining radio silence, no sign of their IFF either.”
“Shit,” Ian said. “Knowing Hiromi he didn’t bother putting on his armor. And I can see Amber following suite.”
“That sounds rather foolish, and as such is likely true.”
“That kid’s notorious for it. We need to hurry.”
___
“We couldn’t have taken two seconds to get our armor on,” Amber hissed aggravated.
“That armor’s bright red and noisy as Hell,” Hiromi whispered back, “The last thing we need to do is spook whoever it is with the weapon.”
“On the flip side without the armor on they could just, ya know, shoot us.”
“Then I suggest we stay nice and quiet like…”
Despite their words they were in face wearing the armor, simply keeping it retracted. Hiromi had figured the front office the likeliest target from the get go, and their room was closer, so they were already pulling up on it. Through the glass front of the office the scene was fairly straight forward, employees bound and gagged on the floor, a hole on the door which was obviously the work of the shotgun. There was no sign of the perps however, though a door in the back was ajar, likely were the safe was.
“So what now, “Alice hissed, “charge in waving sidearms around naked?”
“Tempting, let’s suit up and wait for the other two.”
“Glad to see your brain working again.”
The quips were cut short by the sound of a shotgun pump racking.
“Well well,” an unfamiliar voice said from behind them, “looks like we caught ourselves two mice
Hiromi and Alice looked at each other, Hiromi shaking his head slightly, Alice gave a faint nod, unsheathing their armor would have to wait, the split second it’d take was potentially fatal, they’d wait for the right moment. Raising their hands they slowly turned around, there were three large looking men, one with the shotgun, the others unarmed. One carried a duffle bag, likely filled with whatever money they’d just appropriated.
”Only one weapon,” he thought, “decent odds, just need an opening…”
Alice was thinking the same thing, and she was closer.
“Mouse huh,” she said in sarcastic voice, “big talk for a roach.”
“Talking shut are ya, little bit… argh!”
His sentence was cut off, as in the split second it took to re aim the weapon at her she’s delivered a lightning fast snap kick to the end of the barrel, knocking it in the air. He managed to hold on with his second hand, and brought it back down as quickly as he could manage. He wasn’t even close to fast enough. The Red Armor sprang into existence, and the three would be thieves found themselves starring down two Mobile Armors.
“Nic e work,” Hiromi said over his internal channel.
“Seems like I’m always bailing you out of this kind of shit…” she muttered back.
Hiromi smirked and switched to external comms.
“Police, drop the weapon, get your ass on the ground, and you know the rest.”
He said this while displaying the holo badge on the left side of his chest.
“Shit…”
The lead thief acting faster than his brain could stop fired off a shot square into Hiromi’s chest. The weapon was laughably ineffective, not even marring the paint. Amber stepped forward, and in a flash grabbed the barrel of the weapon.
“I suggest you stop resisting,” she said coldly, the servos in her gauntlet making a slight noise as the metal fingers crushed the barrel of the weapon like it were plastic. To further emphasize the point Hiromi leveled his oversized Beam Rifle, focusing on the thief’s chest. His two companions were sensible, and threw themselves on the ground. The final one seemed intent on being difficult, so Hiromi simply grabbed his shirt collar and threw him off his feet.
“Nicely handled,” JP’s voice sounded over their comm.
“Oh now you two show up,” Amber snorted as JP and Ian walked over, “just wake up or something?”
Ian laughed, “Nope, saw you two were handling things, decided to check on the two civilians back in the office, no real damage to them.”
Hiromi raised an eyebrow. “You saw us being held at gunpoint and thought we were handling things…”
“I had faith in you two.”
“Wonderful, thanks.”
Ah don’t be mad, lets restrain these three, I’ll stay up and guard them till the local cops show up, you three go get some sleep.”
“You don’t have to do that boss,” JP interjected, “I’m fine, I’ll handle them.”
“Okay,” Ian agreed easily.
Amber smacked him across the back of his head “Stupid! You’re not supposed to agree with him!”
“Oh come on,” Ian said, “was that really necessary?”
JP laughed loudly. “Calm down Amber, I’m used to all nighters, I just need a little coffee. Assuming I can find some that qualifies for it in this silly country…”
“I can’t believe we got caught by these nutjobs,” one of the thieves muttered from the ground…
___

The rest of the night passed without incident. The Motel owners attempted to refuse Ian’s money, saying they’d earned their night’s sleep. Ian of course refused, if he had one soft spot it was for the civilians he served. Several hours later they were on the road again, headed for Washington again. Ian stayed surprisingly quiet during the journey as Hiromi, Amber, and JP went through the normal routine of bickering, joking, and laughing. The reports coming in were somber, he hadn’t told them the full reason they’d made an emergency transfer to Washington. They’d know soon enough…

Quiet Never Lasts
Posted: Nov 12 2010, 06:23 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
“You know,” Ian said thoughtfully, sipping his beer, “I think we should invest in a car.” “We wouldn’t need one if we’d gone to Atlanta like we planned,” Hiromi muttered. It was sunset and they’d been traveling for two days already. They’d stopped just short of crossing into Virginia, opting to rest up some. Power Armor allowed a person to travel faster and farther on foot than would be humanly possible without it, however it had limits. For now they were relaxing in an open air bar, in some nameless North Carolinian town. “Can’t help it Hiro,” Ian replied, “orders are orders.” Hiromi chose to bite back a sarcastic comment, deciding it wasn’t worth it. “Do they not have mass transit at all in this country,” asked JP. “I notice we seem to either walk or be driven just about everywhere.” “Never caught on around here,” Ian said, sipping at his drink. “To much open ground to cover, makes it prohibitively expensive.” “It was better on the west coast,” Hiromi said. “Most of California was connected anyway, not that it was in very good condition.” “What’d I give for a good Bullet Train,” JP sighed. Fraid you’ll have to settle for a Motel,” Amber said, walking over to the table. “Done already?” Ian asked. “Yeah yeah,” she said, tossing some keys on the table. “Two rooms, each has two beds, one of you boy’s is rooming with me, I really don’t care which. Just know I will kick your ass if you try and peep on me.” “Odds and evens then,” Ian said with a smile. On the count of three he, Hiromi, and JP all tossed out their finger. Ian and JP with two, Hiromi with three. Hiromi looked down at his hand with a scowl. “I don’t know whether you’ve won or lost their Hiromi,” JP said smugly, “though I must confess I am glad it is not me in your situation.” “And exactly what’s that supposed to mean?” Amber asked raising an eyebrow. “Absolutely nothing Mademoiselle, let us pretend I said nothing at all in fact.” She snorted. “Sure whatever.” She snatched up two of the keys. Tossing one of them to Hiromi she turned to walk away. “I believe the Japanese have a term that summarizes that woman perfectly,” JP said as soon as she was out of earshot. “Tsundere I believe it is.” Ian smirked, “Yeah I know that term, the question is whose she Tsundere for…” “Poor Hiro seems to be the likeliest target,” JP responded winking at Ian. “You assholes finished?” Hiromi asked, “Or am I murdering the both of you in your sleep?” “Oh fine, ruin our fun,” Ian said laughing. “Not very funny where I’m standing.” “Oh relax,” JP said, “It’s not like she’s bad to look at, though I wouldn’t do much looking were I you and wanted to keep my dangly places intact.” “Murder. You two. Sleep.” Ian and JP both started laughing again, Hiromi sensing there was no sense in continuing raised his hands in exasperation. ___ Several hours later Hiromi stood outside his room. Deciding to take the more polite (and potentially less fatal) route and knocked. Amber’s voice was a bit muffled but it sounded like it was okay to go in, at least he hoped it was. Holding his breath he walked in. To his utmost relief Amber was sitting on her bed, dressed, watching the TV, and once again dressed. She motioned to the other bed with the remote then went back to ignoring him. Hiromi walked over to the other bed, tossing his things on the table next to it, and hopped on the bed, staring blankly at the TV. Several minutes of awkward silent passed by, finally Amber sighed. “Look Copress, this can be uncomfortable or really damn uncomfortable. You’re not dumb enough to try anything, or at least I think you’re not dumb enough to try anything, so relax. You ever even spent a night in a room with a girl before?” “Yeah, that makes things less uncomfortable,” Hiromi muttered. She chuckled, “guess that’s a no then.” “You’re putting words in my mouth now?” “You’re the one acting all evasive now.” “For the love of Christ can we change the subject?” “Fine,” she said with a smirk. “I’ve been on the team for about a month, and I don’t know anything about you yet. Start talking.” “You always start out conversations like an interrogation? What do you want to know exactly?” “How’d you grow up for starters, I think you or Ian said something about you being from California or something…” “Los Angeles actually, eh, never knew my dad, dirt poor, school system doesn’t really exist where we were anymore, so it was learn a trade or starve. And of course once I learned a trade there wasn’t any point in sticking around so I got out.” “Take it that trade was the mechanic crap you do now,” Amber commented. “Not at first. Started out more on cars, never saw a Power Armor till I was 17, started working on whatever was available. Dirtbag rogues mostly, but a couple Law Enforcement and Soldier types.” “You met Ian that way?” “Yeah, he was a regular. You know the rest of the story.” “You always this talkative?” “You always this nosey?” Hiromi expected a storm of insults for that one, and possibly a flying metal object or two, but to his surprise he got a laugh. She smirked at him, “you’re interesting sometimes Copress, you know that?” “The Hells that supposed to mean?” “Figure it out yourself,” with that she lay back and rolled away from him. Hiromi stared at her for a moment before doing the same. ”Alright, he thought, ”I’ve just about had it trying to figure her out.”[/i} He lay there for a while, lost in thought, before finally sleep claimed him. They only got several hours of sleep. /ooc sorry for all the talky talky, this is me working off my RP rust

Quiet Never Lasts

Posted: Nov 12 2010, 06:23 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

“You know,” Ian said thoughtfully, sipping his beer, “I think we should invest in a car.”
“We wouldn’t need one if we’d gone to Atlanta like we planned,” Hiromi muttered.
It was sunset and they’d been traveling for two days already. They’d stopped just short of crossing into Virginia, opting to rest up some. Power Armor allowed a person to travel faster and farther on foot than would be humanly possible without it, however it had limits. For now they were relaxing in an open air bar, in some nameless North Carolinian town.
“Can’t help it Hiro,” Ian replied, “orders are orders.”

Hiromi chose to bite back a sarcastic comment, deciding it wasn’t worth it.
“Do they not have mass transit at all in this country,” asked JP. “I notice we seem to either walk or be driven just about everywhere.”
“Never caught on around here,” Ian said, sipping at his drink. “To much open ground to cover, makes it prohibitively expensive.”
“It was better on the west coast,” Hiromi said. “Most of California was connected anyway, not that it was in very good condition.”
“What’d I give for a good Bullet Train,” JP sighed.
Fraid you’ll have to settle for a Motel,” Amber said, walking over to the table.
“Done already?” Ian asked.
“Yeah yeah,” she said, tossing some keys on the table. “Two rooms, each has two beds, one of you boy’s is rooming with me, I really don’t care which. Just know I will kick your ass if you try and peep on me.”
“Odds and evens then,” Ian said with a smile. On the count of three he, Hiromi, and JP all tossed out their finger. Ian and JP with two, Hiromi with three. Hiromi looked down at his hand with a scowl.
“I don’t know whether you’ve won or lost their Hiromi,” JP said smugly, “though I must confess I am glad it is not me in your situation.”
“And exactly what’s that supposed to mean?” Amber asked raising an eyebrow.
“Absolutely nothing Mademoiselle, let us pretend I said nothing at all in fact.”
She snorted. “Sure whatever.” She snatched up two of the keys. Tossing one of them to Hiromi she turned to walk away.
“I believe the Japanese have a term that summarizes that woman perfectly,” JP said as soon as she was out of earshot. “Tsundere I believe it is.”
Ian smirked, “Yeah I know that term, the question is whose she Tsundere for…”
“Poor Hiro seems to be the likeliest target,” JP responded winking at Ian.
“You assholes finished?” Hiromi asked, “Or am I murdering the both of you in your sleep?”
“Oh fine, ruin our fun,” Ian said laughing.
“Not very funny where I’m standing.”

“Oh relax,” JP said, “It’s not like she’s bad to look at, though I wouldn’t do much looking were I you and wanted to keep my dangly places intact.”
“Murder. You two. Sleep.”
Ian and JP both started laughing again, Hiromi sensing there was no sense in continuing raised his hands in exasperation.
___
Several hours later Hiromi stood outside his room. Deciding to take the more polite (and potentially less fatal) route and knocked.
Amber’s voice was a bit muffled but it sounded like it was okay to go in, at least he hoped it was. Holding his breath he walked in. To his utmost relief Amber was sitting on her bed, dressed, watching the TV, and once again dressed. She motioned to the other bed with the remote then went back to ignoring him.
Hiromi walked over to the other bed, tossing his things on the table next to it, and hopped on the bed, staring blankly at the TV. Several minutes of awkward silent passed by, finally Amber sighed.
“Look Copress, this can be uncomfortable or really damn uncomfortable. You’re not dumb enough to try anything, or at least I think you’re not dumb enough to try anything, so relax. You ever even spent a night in a room with a girl before?”
“Yeah, that makes things less uncomfortable,” Hiromi muttered.
She chuckled, “guess that’s a no then.”
“You’re putting words in my mouth now?”
“You’re the one acting all evasive now.”
“For the love of Christ can we change the subject?”
“Fine,” she said with a smirk. “I’ve been on the team for about a month, and I don’t know anything about you yet. Start talking.”
“You always start out conversations like an interrogation? What do you want to know exactly?”
“How’d you grow up for starters, I think you or Ian said something about you being from California or something…”
“Los Angeles actually, eh, never knew my dad, dirt poor, school system doesn’t really exist where we were anymore, so it was learn a trade or starve. And of course once I learned a trade there wasn’t any point in sticking around so I got out.”
“Take it that trade was the mechanic crap you do now,” Amber commented.
“Not at first. Started out more on cars, never saw a Power Armor till I was 17, started working on whatever was available. Dirtbag rogues mostly, but a couple Law Enforcement and Soldier types.”
“You met Ian that way?”
“Yeah, he was a regular. You know the rest of the story.”

“You always this talkative?”

“You always this nosey?”
Hiromi expected a storm of insults for that one, and possibly a flying metal object or two, but to his surprise he got a laugh.
She smirked at him, “you’re interesting sometimes Copress, you know that?”
“The Hells that supposed to mean?”
“Figure it out yourself,” with that she lay back and rolled away from him.
Hiromi stared at her for a moment before doing the same. ”Alright, he thought, ”I’ve just about had it trying to figure her out.”[/i} He lay there for a while, lost in thought, before finally sleep claimed him.
They only got several hours of sleep.

/ooc sorry for all the talky talky, this is me working off my RP rust

Calling all cars
Posted: Nov 8 2010, 06:05 PM Forum Law Enforcement View full topic
Doesn't matter at this point, not going to make any of the territories in time for any of the current missions, ah well.

Small town, small crime
Posted: Nov 3 2010, 02:27 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Part 2: Hiromi sighed as he looked over the tools laid out next to him. In front of him the four suits of armor stood, back in the garage in the makeshift precinct. His and Ian’s were fully assembled; they were virtually untouched and had only taken about an hour of maintenance a piece. Amber and JP’s would take a bit more work and as such were disassembled, with the obvious exception of JP’s beam rifle, which was not repairable and good for nothing more than spare parts now, the replacement due to arrive later in the day . Amber’s armor was up first. Fortunately the Gouf’s Gatling rounds were fairly small to accommodate a larger ammo capacity, the ones that had struck her in the chest had barely scratched the tough Gundarium armored plate, unfortunately there were still weak points, and the enormous rate of fire of the Gattling dramatically increased the chance of finding one. In this case it was knee joint, two rounds had found the space in between the two armored plates covering the quad and shin, causing enough damage to lock the joint in place. Naturally Amber, who had been in full bum rush mode, had responded to the now unbalanced suit by running full steam into a brick wall. Cursing Hiro grabbed a pair of hydraulic pliers and began attempting to extract the two slugs. ___ “One killed while resisting arrest, the other wounded but stable, scrapped heavily damaged Zaku and Gouf, both probably good for nothing but parts.” The precinct Chief thumbed through Ian’s report, as a matter of policy any time a Power armor engagements occurred he had to directly handle the after action review and debrief. Ian leaned casually against the shut door to his office nodding in agreement. “Not bad Niel,” he said tossing the data pad on his desk. And he meant it; normally Mobile Armor engagements were synonymous with property damage, c collateral, and death. “Thanks Chief,” Ian replied. “Don’t suppose you’ll change your mind about staying on then?” Ian shrugged, “fraid not Chief, after we’ve repaired I think we’re going to accept one of the offers on my desk, just not enough work close by to justify keeping the suits here.” The Chief sighed, “You’re right of course, still can’t help but with you’d stay on.” “Never know Chief, we might be back.” “Well, best of luck to you then.” Ian, knowing when he’d been dismissed, nodded and let himself out. ___ Hiromi took a long drag on his cigarette; Amber’s suit was more or less good to go now. I’d taken about four hours, a ton of lubricant, and a little creativity with a sledge and diamond edged chisel to get it back in proper shape, but at least now it could flex smoothly. He’d learned as a teenager that fixing Power Armor was about equal parts finesse and equal parts brute force. Of course that meant that no matter where he went he was basically the default mechanic. Oh well, it wasn’t as if he still didn’t find some enjoyment out of it. Ian’s armor was next, and this one was a doozy, not much structural damage, but a loooooot of electrical work, while circuit breakers had saved the more important systems many were still fried, he’d have to find which wires were and weren’t serviceable, replace them, and any other hardware that had been burned to a crisp. Grabbing a crowbar he went to work prying off an armor plate exposing the circuitry below. As he pulled out a voltmeter he heard the door behind him open. Turning he saw a water bottle come flying at him. He instinctively grabbed it out of the air. “Not bad,” Amber said, walking over. Hiromi shrugged, “Thanks, need something?” “Just checking on my Armor.” Hiromi gestured towards it with the Voltmeter. “Just finished, try and avoid the bullets next time.” “Always the asshole routine huh?” “Eh, it’s what I’m good at.” Hiromi decided not to call her on the hypocrite part. To her credit she actually smiled. She always tended to be a bit nicer after battles, as though her bitchiness was just pent up aggression that needed release. She sighed as she inspected the leg of her armor closely. “Stupid old piece of junk,” she muttered. “Can’t believe he managed to hurt me.” “You’re lucky you know,” Hiromi replied absently, yanking a bad wire out of JP’s central CPU. “Yeah I know, if the leg hadn’t locked out and twisted it would have broken my leg too.” Hiromi shrugged. “If it makes you feel better I’m still learning how to use these things too, there’s a reason Ian always beats me hand to hand in the sparring matches.” She snorted, “I know better than trying to out pilot vets, but you, you’re fair game,” she said with a grin. Hiromi put down the voltmeter and gave her a sarcastic look. “Well if it’s a game its certainly not one I plan on losing.” “Good, it wouldn’t be any fun when I beat you otherwise.” “Keep dreaming. And if you’re going to just stand there help me out and grab that wire cutter there.” “Oh fine, don’t think I’m going idiot mechanic like you though.” “Least you’d be good at something th… hey!” She held the wire cutters over her shoulder while Hiromi rubbed the back of her head where’d she smacked him. “Let’s get this over with already,” she grumbled. “I don’t plan on being here all night.

Small town, small crime

Posted: Nov 3 2010, 02:27 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Part 2:
Hiromi sighed as he looked over the tools laid out next to him. In front of him the four suits of armor stood, back in the garage in the makeshift precinct. His and Ian’s were fully assembled; they were virtually untouched and had only taken about an hour of maintenance a piece. Amber and JP’s would take a bit more work and as such were disassembled, with the obvious exception of JP’s beam rifle, which was not repairable and good for nothing more than spare parts now, the replacement due to arrive later in the day .
Amber’s armor was up first. Fortunately the Gouf’s Gatling rounds were fairly small to accommodate a larger ammo capacity, the ones that had struck her in the chest had barely scratched the tough Gundarium armored plate, unfortunately there were still weak points, and the enormous rate of fire of the Gattling dramatically increased the chance of finding one. In this case it was knee joint, two rounds had found the space in between the two armored plates covering the quad and shin, causing enough damage to lock the joint in place. Naturally Amber, who had been in full bum rush mode, had responded to the now unbalanced suit by running full steam into a brick wall. Cursing Hiro grabbed a pair of hydraulic pliers and began attempting to extract the two slugs.
___
“One killed while resisting arrest, the other wounded but stable, scrapped heavily damaged Zaku and Gouf, both probably good for nothing but parts.”
The precinct Chief thumbed through Ian’s report, as a matter of policy any time a Power armor engagements occurred he had to directly handle the after action review and debrief. Ian leaned casually against the shut door to his office nodding in agreement.
“Not bad Niel,” he said tossing the data pad on his desk. And he meant it; normally Mobile Armor engagements were synonymous with property damage, c collateral, and death.
“Thanks Chief,” Ian replied.
“Don’t suppose you’ll change your mind about staying on then?”
Ian shrugged, “fraid not Chief, after we’ve repaired I think we’re going to accept one of the offers on my desk, just not enough work close by to justify keeping the suits here.”

The Chief sighed, “You’re right of course, still can’t help but with you’d stay on.”
“Never know Chief, we might be back.”

“Well, best of luck to you then.”
Ian, knowing when he’d been dismissed, nodded and let himself out.
___

Hiromi took a long drag on his cigarette; Amber’s suit was more or less good to go now. I’d taken about four hours, a ton of lubricant, and a little creativity with a sledge and diamond edged chisel to get it back in proper shape, but at least now it could flex smoothly. He’d learned as a teenager that fixing Power Armor was about equal parts finesse and equal parts brute force. Of course that meant that no matter where he went he was basically the default mechanic. Oh well, it wasn’t as if he still didn’t find some enjoyment out of it.
Ian’s armor was next, and this one was a doozy, not much structural damage, but a loooooot of electrical work, while circuit breakers had saved the more important systems many were still fried, he’d have to find which wires were and weren’t serviceable, replace them, and any other hardware that had been burned to a crisp. Grabbing a crowbar he went to work prying off an armor plate exposing the circuitry below.
As he pulled out a voltmeter he heard the door behind him open. Turning he saw a water bottle come flying at him. He instinctively grabbed it out of the air.
“Not bad,” Amber said, walking over.
Hiromi shrugged, “Thanks, need something?”
“Just checking on my Armor.”
Hiromi gestured towards it with the Voltmeter. “Just finished, try and avoid the bullets next time.”
“Always the asshole routine huh?”
“Eh, it’s what I’m good at.” Hiromi decided not to call her on the hypocrite part.
To her credit she actually smiled. She always tended to be a bit nicer after battles, as though her bitchiness was just pent up aggression that needed release. She sighed as she inspected the leg of her armor closely. “Stupid old piece of junk,” she muttered. “Can’t believe he managed to hurt me.”
“You’re lucky you know,” Hiromi replied absently, yanking a bad wire out of JP’s central CPU.
“Yeah I know, if the leg hadn’t locked out and twisted it would have broken my leg too.”
Hiromi shrugged. “If it makes you feel better I’m still learning how to use these things too, there’s a reason Ian always beats me hand to hand in the sparring matches.”
She snorted, “I know better than trying to out pilot vets, but you, you’re fair game,” she said with a grin.
Hiromi put down the voltmeter and gave her a sarcastic look. “Well if it’s a game its certainly not one I plan on losing.”
“Good, it wouldn’t be any fun when I beat you otherwise.”
“Keep dreaming. And if you’re going to just stand there help me out and grab that wire cutter there.”
“Oh fine, don’t think I’m going idiot mechanic like you though.”
“Least you’d be good at something th… hey!”
She held the wire cutters over her shoulder while Hiromi rubbed the back of her head where’d she smacked him.
“Let’s get this over with already,” she grumbled. “I don’t plan on being here all night.

Small town, small crime
Posted: Nov 1 2010, 02:29 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Ian leaned back in his chair, feet up on his desk, studying the clipboard in front of him. The officer who’d just handed it to him looked on expectantly. “Zaku IIs, you need my entire squad to take out two borderline obsolete pieces of junk?” Ian sighed and tossed the clipboard by his boots. “What’s wrong,” the officer asked, “something better to do?” “Could be,” Ian said in a not quite sarcastic voice, “just seems a great big waste of resources is all.” “These hoodlums have been disturbing causing a shitstorm for the last week. I want them gone, as in yesterday. I’ve got no problem with overkill. Sides you haven’t done anything but sit there for the last 2 days.” Ian sighed, “Fine fine we’ll get on it. Give me five minutes.” As the officer walked out Ian ran a hand through his hair. His complaining was more for show than anything else, his superior was right, they could use the exercise. Sides he liked playing with his new toy. The Mobile Armor he’d been assigned a month ago, one of the reasons they’d taken this assignment, was a fresh of breath air over the hand me down pieces of shit he’d had to wear over the last few years. One of the things he missed about the Military was the feeling of brand new armor. These things had that wonderful new car smell, rather than their previous occupant’s BO, once an odor got into the suit’s air scrubbers it took forever to get rid of. Groaning he let his chair fall on all four legs and stood up, wincing he walked to the locker room, feeling the blood return to his feet. … “The Hell much longer you going to sit there?” Hiromi ignored her, reading the data in front of him. His armor retracted save for his helmet which sat off to his side, a long data cable plugged to a port inside it, connecting to the portable computer he was hunched over. Amber was sitting on top of the work bench a few feet away, looking on bored. They sat in the makeshift garage. The current precinct they worked in, on the outskirts of Atlanta proper, was housed in a former residence. It wasn’t bad all things considered, the proper building had been torched during a riot a couple months ago and repairs were still underway. She snorted and looked away. “You know, the only way to increase synch rating is to use the damn thing right?” “Until Ian gets something for us there’s no point in bitching about that stuff,” he said, distracted from the holo-projected screen. “I’m just making sure the gyro’s still calibrated.” “It always has to be tech with you, are you an operator or a mechanic,” she muttered. “Both,” he shot back. “Hey! Don’t respond to my internal comments!” “Maybe you should try making them internal then,” Hiromi said dryly. “Alright that’s it,” she snapped, hopping down. “You want a go bangsat?!” note Bangsat is roughly translated to Bastard in Indonesian “You’re really annoying you know that?” “Do something about it!” “Hey hey, that’s enough,” Ian said as he walked into the Garage, Jean-Patrick behind him. “We have some work to do.” “Bout time,” Amber muttered, calming down almost instantly. “You sure you’re not Bipolar,” JP remarked calmly in his accented English. “Screw you,” she snapped. Ian coughed loudly. “ANYWAY, go ahead and suit up, I’ll transfer the specifics while we move.” Hiromi shrugged, thinking the activation command. The Red Power Armor quickly unsheathed itself encasing him. Bending down he carefully picked up the helmet, delicately unplugging the cable, and placed it over his head. With a quiet hiss the suit sealed, the internal air scrubbers automatically reducing the temperature inside to a comfortable level. His eyes were full of opaque green for a moment as the suit’s software booted up; the green quickly fading away, the front visor becoming something of a one way mirror. He quickly cycled through various commands mentally, bringing up suit readouts, the top down map, targeting reticules, and various other readouts in his pre checks, standard fare for cold startups. Finally he settled on his normal vision mode. He looked around feeling the armor smoothly respond to his movements, his team mates were also just finishing up. Ian shrugged his armored shoulders; a small star appeared above his head on Hiromi’s HUD. “Everyone ready, he asked over the internal comms. The three gave slight nods, also identing their comm beacons, causing a visible ripple effect to radiate from their suits over their HUDs. These simple actions were the final startup checks, satisfied that his squad was ready Ian gestured and led them out, breaking into a run as they hit the street, their power armor assisted legs easily accelerating them to an easy 35 mile per hour. Ian instructed them to put their suits on auto run while he transferred the case files to them. The three pilots read through the case with varying degrees of interest. “THIS is what they hand us?” Amber exploded, “Two broken down Zakus?” “Fraid so,” Ian replied. “It would seem we are not exactly a must needed commodity in this area,” JP commented. “The normal resources the police possess would be more than adequate in apprehending these perpetrators.” Ian waited a moment. “What’s the matter Hiro,” he asked, “no input?” “He’s probably forgotten how to key his mic up,” Amber said, her voice one of mock sweetness. Hiromi ignored her. “I know we have plenty of transfer offers available Ian, why are we still here? We could at least go to Atlanta proper.” ”How does he always manage to guess what I’m about to say? Its creepy” Ian thought. “Don’t worry all, I know we’re being wasted here. I was saving it as a surprise but what the Hell, I’m moving us to Atlanta after this case there let’s just beat the snot out of these two assholes and then we can get back and start packing. It’s already been cleared” JP snorted, “I can imagine that conversation went well.” “Yes yes the chief here couldn’t wait to get rid of us and have to start making his own officers do dirty work again. He’s a small fish in a big pond, don’t worry about it.” “Twist my arm,” Hiromi muttered, his comm off for that comment.

Small town, small crime

Posted: Nov 1 2010, 02:29 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Ian leaned back in his chair, feet up on his desk, studying the clipboard in front of him. The officer who’d just handed it to him looked on expectantly.
“Zaku IIs, you need my entire squad to take out two borderline obsolete pieces of junk?” Ian sighed and tossed the clipboard by his boots.
“What’s wrong,” the officer asked, “something better to do?”
“Could be,” Ian said in a not quite sarcastic voice, “just seems a great big waste of resources is all.”
“These hoodlums have been disturbing causing a shitstorm for the last week. I want them gone, as in yesterday. I’ve got no problem with overkill. Sides you haven’t done anything but sit there for the last 2 days.”
Ian sighed, “Fine fine we’ll get on it. Give me five minutes.”
As the officer walked out Ian ran a hand through his hair. His complaining was more for show than anything else, his superior was right, they could use the exercise. Sides he liked playing with his new toy. The Mobile Armor he’d been assigned a month ago, one of the reasons they’d taken this assignment, was a fresh of breath air over the hand me down pieces of shit he’d had to wear over the last few years. One of the things he missed about the Military was the feeling of brand new armor. These things had that wonderful new car smell, rather than their previous occupant’s BO, once an odor got into the suit’s air scrubbers it took forever to get rid of.
Groaning he let his chair fall on all four legs and stood up, wincing he walked to the locker room, feeling the blood return to his feet.
…
“The Hell much longer you going to sit there?”
Hiromi ignored her, reading the data in front of him. His armor retracted save for his helmet which sat off to his side, a long data cable plugged to a port inside it, connecting to the portable computer he was hunched over. Amber was sitting on top of the work bench a few feet away, looking on bored.
They sat in the makeshift garage. The current precinct they worked in, on the outskirts of Atlanta proper, was housed in a former residence. It wasn’t bad all things considered, the proper building had been torched during a riot a couple months ago and repairs were still underway.
She snorted and looked away. “You know, the only way to increase synch rating is to use the damn thing right?”
“Until Ian gets something for us there’s no point in bitching about that stuff,” he said, distracted from the holo-projected screen. “I’m just making sure the gyro’s still calibrated.”
“It always has to be tech with you, are you an operator or a mechanic,” she muttered.
“Both,” he shot back.
“Hey! Don’t respond to my internal comments!”
“Maybe you should try making them internal then,” Hiromi said dryly.
“Alright that’s it,” she snapped, hopping down. “You want a go bangsat?!”
note Bangsat is roughly translated to Bastard in Indonesian
“You’re really annoying you know that?”
“Do something about it!”
“Hey hey, that’s enough,” Ian said as he walked into the Garage, Jean-Patrick behind him. “We have some work to do.”
“Bout time,” Amber muttered, calming down almost instantly.
“You sure you’re not Bipolar,” JP remarked calmly in his accented English.
“Screw you,” she snapped.
Ian coughed loudly. “ANYWAY, go ahead and suit up, I’ll transfer the specifics while we move.”
Hiromi shrugged, thinking the activation command. The Red Power Armor quickly unsheathed itself encasing him. Bending down he carefully picked up the helmet, delicately unplugging the cable, and placed it over his head. With a quiet hiss the suit sealed, the internal air scrubbers automatically reducing the temperature inside to a comfortable level. His eyes were full of opaque green for a moment as the suit’s software booted up; the green quickly fading away, the front visor becoming something of a one way mirror. He quickly cycled through various commands mentally, bringing up suit readouts, the top down map, targeting reticules, and various other readouts in his pre checks, standard fare for cold startups. Finally he settled on his normal vision mode. He looked around feeling the armor smoothly respond to his movements, his team mates were also just finishing up.

Ian shrugged his armored shoulders; a small star appeared above his head on Hiromi’s HUD.
“Everyone ready, he asked over the internal comms. The three gave slight nods, also identing their comm beacons, causing a visible ripple effect to radiate from their suits over their HUDs. These simple actions were the final startup checks, satisfied that his squad was ready Ian gestured and led them out, breaking into a run as they hit the street, their power armor assisted legs easily accelerating them to an easy 35 mile per hour. Ian instructed them to put their suits on auto run while he transferred the case files to them. The three pilots read through the case with varying degrees of interest.
“THIS is what they hand us?” Amber exploded, “Two broken down Zakus?”
“Fraid so,” Ian replied.
“It would seem we are not exactly a must needed commodity in this area,” JP commented. “The normal resources the police possess would be more than adequate in apprehending these perpetrators.”
Ian waited a moment. “What’s the matter Hiro,” he asked, “no input?”
“He’s probably forgotten how to key his mic up,” Amber said, her voice one of mock sweetness.
Hiromi ignored her. “I know we have plenty of transfer offers available Ian, why are we still here? We could at least go to Atlanta proper.”
”How does he always manage to guess what I’m about to say? Its creepy” Ian thought.
“Don’t worry all, I know we’re being wasted here. I was saving it as a surprise but what the Hell, I’m moving us to Atlanta after this case there let’s just beat the snot out of these two assholes and then we can get back and start packing. It’s already been cleared”
JP snorted, “I can imagine that conversation went well.”
“Yes yes the chief here couldn’t wait to get rid of us and have to start making his own officers do dirty work again. He’s a small fish in a big pond, don’t worry about it.”
“Twist my arm,” Hiromi muttered, his comm off for that comment.