Posts during October 2010 for Wild

Missions
Posted: Oct 30 2010, 08:31 PM Forum Law Enforcement View full topic
Mission 1: Officers, we're looking for someone to conduct an investigation inside Washington D.C. Rumors have been reported of several renegade power armors coming up. What is odd about those stories is that the armors in question are Renegade, Ranger, and Barcalow Knights alike. Something suspicious is going on. Whoever can respond to the call, we need you ASAP. Mission date: 11/5/10 Location: Washington D.C., Appalachian Territory Length of Mission: 3 Days Mission 2: Rogues have been causing quite a ruckus, and they're doing it in the Northwest Territory. Both Barcalow Knights and USMP control that area, so I won't say officially who to support. Our duty is to the citizens, so you are to act as needed in the cities. Mission date: 11/9/10 Location: Any city in Northwest Territory Length of Mission: 1 Day

Posted: Oct 30 2010, 08:31 PM Forum Law Enforcement View full topic

Mission 1: Officers, we're looking for someone to conduct an investigation inside Washington D.C. Rumors have been reported of several renegade power armors coming up. What is odd about those stories is that the armors in question are Renegade, Ranger, and Barcalow Knights alike. Something suspicious is going on. Whoever can respond to the call, we need you ASAP.

Mission date: 11/5/10

Location: Washington D.C., Appalachian Territory

Length of Mission: 3 Days

Mission 2: Rogues have been causing quite a ruckus, and they're doing it in the Northwest Territory. Both Barcalow Knights and USMP control that area, so I won't say officially who to support. Our duty is to the citizens, so you are to act as needed in the cities.

Mission date: 11/9/10

Location: Any city in Northwest Territory

Length of Mission: 1 Day

Writer's Guild
Posted: Oct 30 2010, 12:53 AM Forum Announcements & News View full topic
Still looking for writers, but not the primary purpose of this. I'm announcing that the guild will be getting their own shop added on to the site. Same restrictions will still apply to the Armory itself, but I will be looking into what other items aside from vehicles that can be put in.

Forum Access
Posted: Oct 30 2010, 12:50 AM Forum Announcements & News View full topic
Ok, I'm getting the Faction boards up finally with their respective missions. USMP already has access, and the others will be up tomorrow afternoon. With that said, post here saying which faction you are, and you'll be added ASAP to view your side.

Action
Posted: Oct 28 2010, 09:30 PM Forum General Discussion View full topic
Long day of work + driving around delayed it, along with dinner. Battles are being written, and I'll get to the update in a bit.

Escape
Posted: Oct 26 2010, 12:24 AM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Several hours later, both Wild and Angel returned back from their night out. Both of them groaning, they both collapsed directly on the bed. "Wild, why did you have to fight those two...?" Angel asks, a hint of how tired she was from everything. "We didn't have much on us...besides they threw me..." Wild responds back, rubbing his back as the jacket he wore was slightly torn up. "It's not like anyone saw me shift..." "Yeah...thanks at least for going along with it," Angel states, rolling over so she could get to the bed's edge and sit herself up. "I'm glad we spent a normal day...or at least one as normal as we could get." "Sure thing...night..." Wild mutters, slowly crawling to the pillow and passing out. "Hey!" Angel exclaims as she looks back over, seeing him fall asleep. Shaking her head, Angel stood herself up and walked over to the bathroom. Undressing herself from the night's clothes, she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. All across her body, white scars were visible on her chest and back. Slowly tracing across one scar on her side, a look of sadness appeared on her face as she remembered briefly that day. Explosions rocked across the building, as Angel looked outside the window to see a fight between the Barcalow Knights and the Rangers. The Knights were being quite aggressive, as they attacked the Rangers from all angles. Missile fire rained down on the nearby buildings, as Angel looked out in shock. Calming herself quickly, she looked to her young students. "Everyone, we need to leave now." As she finished, a missile struck the floor above as they heard screams on the floor above. Moving quickly, Angel guided her students out of her classroom, before seeing a light fixture breaking above the last of the students. Reacting quickly, she moved above the child and took the impact of the fixture landing on her back, pieces of glass stabbing into her shoulder. Shaking her head quickly, Angel splashed her face with water, and sighed. "Wild...why did you really do this to me? Why did you save me that day? At least the scars are going away slowly." A small smile appeared as she checked her arms to see the scars had gone away. Even the worst scars on her arms were nearly gone. Dressing herself for sleep, Angel shut off the lights and sat on the other side of the bed. Placing a hand on his head, Angel smiled a little at the man that saved her life and stayed to make sure she was safe. "Wild...thanks," Angel muttered, crawling underneath the covers and closing her eyes, never breaking contact with him.

Escape

Posted: Oct 26 2010, 12:24 AM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Several hours later, both Wild and Angel returned back from their night out. Both of them groaning, they both collapsed directly on the bed. "Wild, why did you have to fight those two...?" Angel asks, a hint of how tired she was from everything.

"We didn't have much on us...besides they threw me..." Wild responds back, rubbing his back as the jacket he wore was slightly torn up. "It's not like anyone saw me shift..."

"Yeah...thanks at least for going along with it," Angel states, rolling over so she could get to the bed's edge and sit herself up. "I'm glad we spent a normal day...or at least one as normal as we could get."

"Sure thing...night..." Wild mutters, slowly crawling to the pillow and passing out.

"Hey!" Angel exclaims as she looks back over, seeing him fall asleep. Shaking her head, Angel stood herself up and walked over to the bathroom. Undressing herself from the night's clothes, she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. All across her body, white scars were visible on her chest and back. Slowly tracing across one scar on her side, a look of sadness appeared on her face as she remembered briefly that day.

Explosions rocked across the building, as Angel looked outside the window to see a fight between the Barcalow Knights and the Rangers. The Knights were being quite aggressive, as they attacked the Rangers from all angles. Missile fire rained down on the nearby buildings, as Angel looked out in shock. Calming herself quickly, she looked to her young students. "Everyone, we need to leave now." As she finished, a missile struck the floor above as they heard screams on the floor above. Moving quickly, Angel guided her students out of her classroom, before seeing a light fixture breaking above the last of the students. Reacting quickly, she moved above the child and took the impact of the fixture landing on her back, pieces of glass stabbing into her shoulder.

Shaking her head quickly, Angel splashed her face with water, and sighed. "Wild...why did you really do this to me? Why did you save me that day? At least the scars are going away slowly."

A small smile appeared as she checked her arms to see the scars had gone away. Even the worst scars on her arms were nearly gone. Dressing herself for sleep, Angel shut off the lights and sat on the other side of the bed. Placing a hand on his head, Angel smiled a little at the man that saved her life and stayed to make sure she was safe. "Wild...thanks," Angel muttered, crawling underneath the covers and closing her eyes, never breaking contact with him.

Shining! Ready! FIGHT!
Posted: Oct 25 2010, 10:47 PM Forum Battles View full topic
Echi Haimura stood in one of the alleyways near the hotel she was staying in Boston. The blind girl wasn't with her maid Kou, as she couldn't find the young woman. Activating her armor, the Shining Gundam and the nanomachine suit formed completely around Haimura. Within a few moments, light poured into her eyes, the machine granting her eyesight. Adjusting once again to her new form, Haimura wall leaps upwards to the roof of one of the buildings. Looking around, her sensors picked up a small team of MPAs. Running forward towards the traces, Haimura leapt across the small gaps, reaching the source of the blimps. Looking down below her, a team of Astrays walked across the roads. Being a rogue city, there was little unity among those who controlled it, as it was more of a safe haven away from the other 3 main forces. Smirking to herself as she found someone to test her ability, Haimura leaped off the building and activating her Shining Finger, descended down below to her new targets. The Astrays' sensors brought up a warning as they all looked up, their eyes widened at shock, however hidden away in their visors. Three rolled out of the way in time, but the final pilot felt the burn of her Shining Finger, as it scorched through the chest armor and down the leg. Screaming out in pain, the pilot fell back in anguish, as the suit was burned away, burns appearing across his chest and leg. "Open fire!" the lead Astray yells out as they fire their beam rifles at the Gundam. As the beams lanced out at Haimura, one of the beams caught her shoulder, the ceramic underneath exploding as Haimura used it to help accelerate a spin to get her out of the direct line of fire before charging forward at the closest Astray armor. Several burns appeared across her armor as beams connected wtih her armor. Moving faster than they can react, Haimura elbowed her opponent to stun him before knocking his rifle up and grabbing it. Pointing it quickly dead center at her target's chest, she fired point blank into the Astray, knocking him off his feet. "Wh-what are you..." one of the Astrays said, shocked at how fast the Gundam in front of them had moved. Melting the beam rifle in her hand, Haimura looked on at the two remaining armors. "You two aren't worth it. You're too scared to do anything." "What?! You!" the other Astray cried out, running forward with a beam saber drawn. Haimura merely grabbed his head and slammed him down to the ground. Squeezing hard, the hand glowed bright as the armor melted off and began burning the pilot's face. As he screamed in pain, Haimura threw the Astray at the last armor, before taking off. "At least they gave me a nice warmup." Result: Echi Haimura wins Echi Haimura gains +8 XP, +5% Synch, 2 days of repair

Shining! Ready! FIGHT!

Posted: Oct 25 2010, 10:47 PM Forum Battles View full topic

Echi Haimura stood in one of the alleyways near the hotel she was staying in Boston. The blind girl wasn't with her maid Kou, as she couldn't find the young woman. Activating her armor, the Shining Gundam and the nanomachine suit formed completely around Haimura. Within a few moments, light poured into her eyes, the machine granting her eyesight. Adjusting once again to her new form, Haimura wall leaps upwards to the roof of one of the buildings. Looking around, her sensors picked up a small team of MPAs. Running forward towards the traces, Haimura leapt across the small gaps, reaching the source of the blimps. Looking down below her, a team of Astrays walked across the roads. Being a rogue city, there was little unity among those who controlled it, as it was more of a safe haven away from the other 3 main forces.

Smirking to herself as she found someone to test her ability, Haimura leaped off the building and activating her Shining Finger, descended down below to her new targets. The Astrays' sensors brought up a warning as they all looked up, their eyes widened at shock, however hidden away in their visors. Three rolled out of the way in time, but the final pilot felt the burn of her Shining Finger, as it scorched through the chest armor and down the leg. Screaming out in pain, the pilot fell back in anguish, as the suit was burned away, burns appearing across his chest and leg. "Open fire!" the lead Astray yells out as they fire their beam rifles at the Gundam.

As the beams lanced out at Haimura, one of the beams caught her shoulder, the ceramic underneath exploding as Haimura used it to help accelerate a spin to get her out of the direct line of fire before charging forward at the closest Astray armor. Several burns appeared across her armor as beams connected wtih her armor. Moving faster than they can react, Haimura elbowed her opponent to stun him before knocking his rifle up and grabbing it. Pointing it quickly dead center at her target's chest, she fired point blank into the Astray, knocking him off his feet. "Wh-what are you..." one of the Astrays said, shocked at how fast the Gundam in front of them had moved.

Melting the beam rifle in her hand, Haimura looked on at the two remaining armors. "You two aren't worth it. You're too scared to do anything."

"What?! You!" the other Astray cried out, running forward with a beam saber drawn. Haimura merely grabbed his head and slammed him down to the ground. Squeezing hard, the hand glowed bright as the armor melted off and began burning the pilot's face. As he screamed in pain, Haimura threw the Astray at the last armor, before taking off. "At least they gave me a nice warmup."

Result: Echi Haimura wins

Echi Haimura gains +8 XP, +5% Synch, 2 days of repair

Territories
Posted: Oct 24 2010, 11:26 PM Forum General Discussion View full topic
Answered in chat, but I'll do it here for everyone else. The bases are the cities themselves. And no, only the factions themselves are able to control the cities and territories. Strike Forces and PCs are meant to help assist in such actions, but no one is going to be able to control them outright.

Reservations and Joins
Posted: Oct 23 2010, 10:47 AM Forum Announcements & News View full topic
I'm working on everyone's reserves/joins now. If you've sent a full join in, you're all set. If you posted on here only, find me on IRC/leave me a PM/send an e-mail stating your location and/or gender. I have everyone's email on file who's reserved via the forum so that's already covered.

Reservations and Joins
Posted: Oct 20 2010, 08:47 PM Forum Announcements & News View full topic
Ok, quick tally up here. USMP: 5 Rogues: 5 Rangers: 5 Law Enforcement: 4 BK: 2 Quite happy with the numbers, though I'm a bit saddened that Barcalow Knights have only 2 members at the moment. C'mon people, lets give a boost to the mercenary Gundams. I'm sure they want some love too. At this point in time we're still looking for writers. We only have two at the moment confirmed. Waiting on others to submit their battles, and we are still open for others who want to write as well.

Reservations and Joins

Posted: Oct 20 2010, 08:47 PM Forum Announcements & News View full topic

Ok, quick tally up here. USMP: 5
Rogues: 5
Rangers: 5
Law Enforcement: 4
BK: 2

Quite happy with the numbers, though I'm a bit saddened that Barcalow Knights have only 2 members at the moment. C'mon people, lets give a boost to the mercenary Gundams. I'm sure they want some love too. At this point in time we're still looking for writers. We only have two at the moment confirmed. Waiting on others to submit their battles, and we are still open for others who want to write as well.

Prelude
Posted: Oct 18 2010, 11:08 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
Stumbling through a hallway inside one of the fortified buildings of the Rangers, Wild retracted his helmet on his black and white armor. Coughing from the recent battle, Wild straightened himself up as he rubbed his exposed arm. "Goddamnit, the Knights have been running more and more interference," Wild mutters, as he walked past one of the older members before rounding a corner. Entering the mechanics' workshop, Wild disengaged his armor and handed the device over. "Here you go, fix it up will you?" "Sure thing Wild, and don't forget," the mechanic says, outstretching his hand. Grumbling to himself, Wild hands off his glasses before placing a set of contacts in his eyes. "You know...I really hate these things, but extra pairs of glasses keep getting destroyed too often." "Yeah I know, the armor will be ready in two days, get some rest. Seems they roughed you up out there," the mechanic says, setting the compacted damaged armor aside. "Rather not think about it," Wild responds back before leaving the room, ejecting out a small disc from his armor. Placing it inside his jacket's breast pocket, Wild continued along the make-shift base to the mess hall. While the Rangers weren't a military organization, they did certainly adopt certain features to maintain a level of command and efficiency. Despite being only 23 years old Wild was making himself out to be one of the melee-specialists of the group. Sitting down at one of the empty tables, Wild rested his head on the table, avoiding putting pressure on the injured armor. "I hope the info I found was worth it....why were there so many Knights out there?"

Prelude

Posted: Oct 18 2010, 11:08 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

Stumbling through a hallway inside one of the fortified buildings of the Rangers, Wild retracted his helmet on his black and white armor. Coughing from the recent battle, Wild straightened himself up as he rubbed his exposed arm. "Goddamnit, the Knights have been running more and more interference," Wild mutters, as he walked past one of the older members before rounding a corner. Entering the mechanics' workshop, Wild disengaged his armor and handed the device over. "Here you go, fix it up will you?"

"Sure thing Wild, and don't forget," the mechanic says, outstretching his hand. Grumbling to himself, Wild hands off his glasses before placing a set of contacts in his eyes.

"You know...I really hate these things, but extra pairs of glasses keep getting destroyed too often."

"Yeah I know, the armor will be ready in two days, get some rest. Seems they roughed you up out there," the mechanic says, setting the compacted damaged armor aside.

"Rather not think about it," Wild responds back before leaving the room, ejecting out a small disc from his armor. Placing it inside his jacket's breast pocket, Wild continued along the make-shift base to the mess hall. While the Rangers weren't a military organization, they did certainly adopt certain features to maintain a level of command and efficiency. Despite being only 23 years old Wild was making himself out to be one of the melee-specialists of the group. Sitting down at one of the empty tables, Wild rested his head on the table, avoiding putting pressure on the injured armor. "I hope the info I found was worth it....why were there so many Knights out there?"

Escape
Posted: Oct 15 2010, 11:54 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
A few days had passed since their breakout from Philadelphia, as Wild and Angel were on the border between the Mideast Territory and Yankee Territory. Inside their motel room, Wild disengaged the power armor from his body and pushed a button on the side. As the compacted armor unfolded and unsheathed itself to its full size, Wild looked over to a set of tools for maintenance. Alongside the bed on the night table, another compacted armor lay, colored in black. For Wild it was maintenance time, as he began checking over his armor. Angel had gone out for the day to do some exploration earlier, so Wild had taken the time to fix hers up first. Having finished, Wild took on his own armor, as he checked his glasses to switch over to diagnostics mode. Part of his equipment included a set of glasses he wore that acted as both the lens to the Gundam and as a display for whatever he needed. A red flash appeared on his display as he inspected the arm of his unit, finding the area and fine-tuning it as needed. As he preceded to continue for the next hour, Wild found some cracks in his armor. Groaning at the additional work needed, Wild picked up some additional tools to repair it before it became a much more serious problem. Finishing his work, he heard the door open and looked over to see Angel returning back. "Angel! Just in time, I finished up the repairs. What did you find?" Wild asks, as he looks on to see Angel's face turn into a scowl at the sight of the room. "Wild! Couldn't you just once work on the floor?" "Sorry but I need the height and the bed's the only one that has that. You know that. Anyway, did you find anything?" "Yeah, I walked around for a bit and found a few places. You said you were done right? The locals recommended a nice restaurant. We could go there." "You sure? We kinda- wait...you went shopping didn't you?" Wild asks, noticing the bag in her hand. Sighing to himself, he shook his head. "You were planning on this weren't you?" Wild asks, pushing the button as the armor compacted itself back. "Yeah. Actually I got some of the night planned if you're willing to play along," Angel says, smiling at her companion. "Oh and it's my treat, so you don't have a choice." Hanging his head in defeat, Wild nodded in defeat. "Ok, fine. Let's get our armors back on," Wild relents, as he hands Angel her armor and puts his own back on. "So, what did you have in mind." "You'll see."

Escape

Posted: Oct 15 2010, 11:54 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

A few days had passed since their breakout from Philadelphia, as Wild and Angel were on the border between the Mideast Territory and Yankee Territory. Inside their motel room, Wild disengaged the power armor from his body and pushed a button on the side. As the compacted armor unfolded and unsheathed itself to its full size, Wild looked over to a set of tools for maintenance. Alongside the bed on the night table, another compacted armor lay, colored in black. For Wild it was maintenance time, as he began checking over his armor. Angel had gone out for the day to do some exploration earlier, so Wild had taken the time to fix hers up first. Having finished, Wild took on his own armor, as he checked his glasses to switch over to diagnostics mode. Part of his equipment included a set of glasses he wore that acted as both the lens to the Gundam and as a display for whatever he needed.

A red flash appeared on his display as he inspected the arm of his unit, finding the area and fine-tuning it as needed. As he preceded to continue for the next hour, Wild found some cracks in his armor. Groaning at the additional work needed, Wild picked up some additional tools to repair it before it became a much more serious problem. Finishing his work, he heard the door open and looked over to see Angel returning back. "Angel! Just in time, I finished up the repairs. What did you find?" Wild asks, as he looks on to see Angel's face turn into a scowl at the sight of the room.

"Wild! Couldn't you just once work on the floor?"

"Sorry but I need the height and the bed's the only one that has that. You know that. Anyway, did you find anything?"

"Yeah, I walked around for a bit and found a few places. You said you were done right? The locals recommended a nice restaurant. We could go there."

"You sure? We kinda- wait...you went shopping didn't you?" Wild asks, noticing the bag in her hand. Sighing to himself, he shook his head. "You were planning on this weren't you?" Wild asks, pushing the button as the armor compacted itself back.

"Yeah. Actually I got some of the night planned if you're willing to play along," Angel says, smiling at her companion. "Oh and it's my treat, so you don't have a choice."

Hanging his head in defeat, Wild nodded in defeat. "Ok, fine. Let's get our armors back on," Wild relents, as he hands Angel her armor and puts his own back on.

"So, what did you have in mind."

"You'll see."

General Ironside
Posted: Oct 15 2010, 09:09 PM Forum Character Profiles View full topic
Name: Archibald Ironside Age: 63 Hair: Grey Eyes: Brown Height: 6'5" Weight: 230 lb. DoB: 06/15/2234 Psychological Profile: Coming Soon Historical Profile: Coming Soon

Alexander Barcalow
Posted: Oct 15 2010, 12:48 AM Forum Character Profiles View full topic
Name: Alexander Barcalow Age: 39 Hair: Blonde Eyes: Green Height: 6' 1" Weight: 176 lb. DoB: 02/21/2258 Power Armor: Nemesis Psychological Profile: Cold and calculating, Alex commands with absolute efficiency his team of Gundams. His experience as a hunter both with Mass Production armors and Gundam armors have ranked him as one of the premier Anti-Gundam tacticians. He considers the entire world a battlefield, and is driven to fight for the thrill of it. There is more to him, as there is a hidden untold desire beneath his actions across the world. Historical Profile: A former USMP soldier, he served for four years in the military as a Gundam Hunter. During a classified Black Ops mission in 2281, his unit went missing. Three bodies were later discovered, with all the armor destroyed. Barcalow was nowhere to be found. In addition, the facility that the bodies were discovered nearby was found to have been holding a prototype Gundam Power Armor, also missing. All of the notes were destroyed, with only the color red being known about the armor itself. It was assumed Alexander Barcalow had stolen the armor and taken it with him, going AWOL in the process. In 2287, a mercenary team began to appear across the world. These mercenaries were quite efficient at their objectives, taking down rogue Gundam Power Armors in Asia and Europe. The shock that came to these governments however was that the mercenaries themselves were Gundams as well. His direct actions caused untold amount of collateral damage, wrecking monuments such as the Eiffel Tower and sections of the Great Wall of China, however they also lowered the presence of the rogues. In 2292, he approached the United Stated Military Police and returned back to his home country. Offering his services, Alexander Barcalow quickly took control of the California Desert, and setup the Barcalow Knights' US operations in San Fransico. Basing his HQ in Alcatraz itself, Alexander has taken a nominal position to allow the rest of his forces to prove their worth in combat against the rogues and the vigilante Rangers. He has also recently begun allowing teams of Mass Produced Armors to join his forces, however the majority of his pilots are in Gundam Armors.

Alexander Barcalow

Posted: Oct 15 2010, 12:48 AM Forum Character Profiles View full topic

Name: Alexander Barcalow
Age: 39
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 176 lb.
DoB: 02/21/2258
Power Armor: Nemesis

Psychological Profile: Cold and calculating, Alex commands with absolute efficiency his team of Gundams. His experience as a hunter both with Mass Production armors and Gundam armors have ranked him as one of the premier Anti-Gundam tacticians. He considers the entire world a battlefield, and is driven to fight for the thrill of it. There is more to him, as there is a hidden untold desire beneath his actions across the world.

Historical Profile: A former USMP soldier, he served for four years in the military as a Gundam Hunter. During a classified Black Ops mission in 2281, his unit went missing. Three bodies were later discovered, with all the armor destroyed. Barcalow was nowhere to be found. In addition, the facility that the bodies were discovered nearby was found to have been holding a prototype Gundam Power Armor, also missing. All of the notes were destroyed, with only the color red being known about the armor itself. It was assumed Alexander Barcalow had stolen the armor and taken it with him, going AWOL in the process. In 2287, a mercenary team began to appear across the world. These mercenaries were quite efficient at their objectives, taking down rogue Gundam Power Armors in Asia and Europe. The shock that came to these governments however was that the mercenaries themselves were Gundams as well. His direct actions caused untold amount of collateral damage, wrecking monuments such as the Eiffel Tower and sections of the Great Wall of China, however they also lowered the presence of the rogues.

In 2292, he approached the United Stated Military Police and returned back to his home country. Offering his services, Alexander Barcalow quickly took control of the California Desert, and setup the Barcalow Knights' US operations in San Fransico. Basing his HQ in Alcatraz itself, Alexander has taken a nominal position to allow the rest of his forces to prove their worth in combat against the rogues and the vigilante Rangers. He has also recently begun allowing teams of Mass Produced Armors to join his forces, however the majority of his pilots are in Gundam Armors.

Writers
Posted: Oct 8 2010, 10:36 PM Forum Announcements & News View full topic
For rewards, I've decided on doing a Writer's Guild shop, containing exclusive weapons, equipment, and vehicles.

Escape
Posted: Oct 5 2010, 10:55 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic
"Rogues heading down Main Street!" "They're trying to get to I-95!" "They're past the blockade!" Several explosions ripped through the city of Philadelphia as the United States Military Police struggled to contain a lone motorcycle carrying a pair of individuals wearing Power Armor. Riding a red motorcycle, the all-black armor drove the machine forward as the white and blue armor rode shotgun, stabilizing himself as he fired a beam rifle at the stragglers behind, his cloak blowing in the gusts of wind. "We're past the final blockade before we hit I-95, Wild." "Great Angel, we'll head north for now towards New York or Yankee Territory. I'll be sure later," Wild responded back, checking the sensors quickly to see how many were pursuing them. Adjusting himself to hold onto Angel, Wild breathed a sigh of relief as he clipped the weapons to his hips. "Wild are you sure about this? We could have continued back over near Philadelphia..." Angel says, a small hint of sadness in her voice. "I'm sure. I know you want to stay close but the Military's been more aggressive as of late. To be honest- crap!" In that moment a Night Raven approached from afar as it fired off its beam chaingun at the pair. Reacting quickly, Angel maneuvered as quickly as possible to dodge the initial volley of fire as Wild held his left hand out, a panel flipping up as the shots deflected harmlessly away. "I got this Angel, pick me up in a minute!" "Right." With that, an anchor launched out from his front armor and latched on successfully to the side of the chopper. Reeling himself up, Wild uses his armor's thrusters to catapult himself into the opening of the chopper. Staring in surprise, the anchor let go as Wild landed inside and slashed the closest soldier and kicked out the stunned pilot to the ground below. The other three inside quickly grabbed their rifles to shoot the rogue Power Armor, however Wild was faster as he already drew his beam pistol and shot the next soldier. Knocked back temporarily as the ceramic exploded to save the soldier, Wild wasted no time to stab upwards into the ceiling, directly into the rotor blade motors. "See ya," Wild says, smirking inside his armor as he dragged through the ceiling and out, cutting part of the chopper as it began smoking and spinning wildly out of control. Descending down to the highway below, close to the outskirts of the city, Angel could be seen driving back as she extended her hand out. Receiving her hand, both used their momentum to bring Wild back onto the motorcycle, as they drove off north on I-95 away from Philly. Two hours later, Angel stood by the motorcycle at a rest stop in what used to be Central Jersey. Her armor was deactivated and withdrawn underneath all across her jacket, showing her blonde hair blowing gently against the breeze. From the rest stop Wild emerged with his armor withdrawn as well. Taking off his glasses, Wild walked over to their vehicle and sat down on the seat, looking over to Angel. "Well, from what the people inside have heard, the Rangers are struggling to hold the Mideast. Rumor has it the Knights are going to step in again for several more pushes. Yankee Territory is safe for now. We can head up there and recover for a week or two before we go back down," Wild states, looking over to her. "Angel...I know you're worried. Are your parents ok?" Wild asks, putting his glasses back on. "They're ok, I was able to see them from afar yesterday. Only nine more months to go right?" Angel quickly asks, steering the subject away. "Yeah, are the scars going away?" "Slowly...we'd better get going," Angel says, looking up to see storm clouds starting to roll in. "You're right, we'll stop at a hotel along the way when it gets worse, you get some rest, I'll drive," Wild says as he climbs on. Angel follows suit and wrapped her arms around his chest, leaning her head against his back to get some rest. As the motorcycle sped off, Wild wondered to himself what to expect up north in Yankee Territory.

Escape

Posted: Oct 5 2010, 10:55 PM Forum Roleplay View full topic

"Rogues heading down Main Street!"

"They're trying to get to I-95!"

"They're past the blockade!"

Several explosions ripped through the city of Philadelphia as the United States Military Police struggled to contain a lone motorcycle carrying a pair of individuals wearing Power Armor. Riding a red motorcycle, the all-black armor drove the machine forward as the white and blue armor rode shotgun, stabilizing himself as he fired a beam rifle at the stragglers behind, his cloak blowing in the gusts of wind. "We're past the final blockade before we hit I-95, Wild."

"Great Angel, we'll head north for now towards New York or Yankee Territory. I'll be sure later," Wild responded back, checking the sensors quickly to see how many were pursuing them. Adjusting himself to hold onto Angel, Wild breathed a sigh of relief as he clipped the weapons to his hips.

"Wild are you sure about this? We could have continued back over near Philadelphia..." Angel says, a small hint of sadness in her voice.

"I'm sure. I know you want to stay close but the Military's been more aggressive as of late. To be honest- crap!" In that moment a Night Raven approached from afar as it fired off its beam chaingun at the pair. Reacting quickly, Angel maneuvered as quickly as possible to dodge the initial volley of fire as Wild held his left hand out, a panel flipping up as the shots deflected harmlessly away.

"I got this Angel, pick me up in a minute!" "Right." With that, an anchor launched out from his front armor and latched on successfully to the side of the chopper. Reeling himself up, Wild uses his armor's thrusters to catapult himself into the opening of the chopper. Staring in surprise, the anchor let go as Wild landed inside and slashed the closest soldier and kicked out the stunned pilot to the ground below. The other three inside quickly grabbed their rifles to shoot the rogue Power Armor, however Wild was faster as he already drew his beam pistol and shot the next soldier. Knocked back temporarily as the ceramic exploded to save the soldier, Wild wasted no time to stab upwards into the ceiling, directly into the rotor blade motors. "See ya," Wild says, smirking inside his armor as he dragged through the ceiling and out, cutting part of the chopper as it began smoking and spinning wildly out of control. Descending down to the highway below, close to the outskirts of the city, Angel could be seen driving back as she extended her hand out. Receiving her hand, both used their momentum to bring Wild back onto the motorcycle, as they drove off north on I-95 away from Philly.

Two hours later, Angel stood by the motorcycle at a rest stop in what used to be Central Jersey. Her armor was deactivated and withdrawn underneath all across her jacket, showing her blonde hair blowing gently against the breeze. From the rest stop Wild emerged with his armor withdrawn as well. Taking off his glasses, Wild walked over to their vehicle and sat down on the seat, looking over to Angel. "Well, from what the people inside have heard, the Rangers are struggling to hold the Mideast. Rumor has it the Knights are going to step in again for several more pushes. Yankee Territory is safe for now. We can head up there and recover for a week or two before we go back down," Wild states, looking over to her.

"Angel...I know you're worried. Are your parents ok?" Wild asks, putting his glasses back on.

"They're ok, I was able to see them from afar yesterday. Only nine more months to go right?" Angel quickly asks, steering the subject away.

"Yeah, are the scars going away?"

"Slowly...we'd better get going," Angel says, looking up to see storm clouds starting to roll in.

"You're right, we'll stop at a hotel along the way when it gets worse, you get some rest, I'll drive," Wild says as he climbs on. Angel follows suit and wrapped her arms around his chest, leaning her head against his back to get some rest. As the motorcycle sped off, Wild wondered to himself what to expect up north in Yankee Territory.

Writers
Posted: Oct 4 2010, 05:48 PM Forum Announcements & News View full topic
As it stands for now, I won't be putting in writer's pay. It may be considered in the future, but for the time being I won't do it.

Reservations and Joins
Posted: Oct 4 2010, 05:46 PM Forum Announcements & News View full topic
Scarth, that one is denied. Even though its Mass Produced, it is a Gundam. Case in point for other examples: Gundam X, Leopard, Airmaster, Victory, Victory Hexa. Mass Produced to hell and back, yet will never see the light of day as a squad. Same holds true for all 5 from Tiel's Impulse. That said, feel free to change your choice if you wish or keep it the same.

Writers
Posted: Oct 1 2010, 10:39 AM Forum Announcements & News View full topic
Just like any rpg, I won't be able to do much unless I got writers on hand. With that in mind I'll be opening up tryouts for Writers here. All you need to do is post on here showing interest. Note: Show interest, NOT write a battle immediately. I'll be handing out to everyone a different trial. The idea is to be able to understand how the Gundams work and be able to translate them to this setting. If you're unable to do so, then its a no-go. That being said, have at it people!

Writers

Posted: Oct 1 2010, 10:39 AM Forum Announcements & News View full topic

Just like any rpg, I won't be able to do much unless I got writers on hand. With that in mind I'll be opening up tryouts for Writers here. All you need to do is post on here showing interest. Note: Show interest, NOT write a battle immediately. I'll be handing out to everyone a different trial. The idea is to be able to understand how the Gundams work and be able to translate them to this setting. If you're unable to do so, then its a no-go. That being said, have at it people!

Wild
Posted: Oct 1 2010, 05:56 AM Forum Character Profiles View full topic
Name: Classified Codename: Angel Age: 24 Height: 5'6" Weight: 124 lb. Eyes: Blue Hair: Blonde Synch Ratio: 25-35% Psychological Profile: Coming Soon History: A former teacher in the Philadelphia area, Angel was conscripted against her will into the Rangers after suffering grievous injuries that would have ended her life if not for Wild. Wounded from an explosion with shrapnel cutting across her body, it was assumed once the battle was over that she was among the civilian casualties caused by the Barcalow Knights' reckless engagement against the Rangers. In reality Wild had taken her to a nearby facility as she was unconscious and lay dying. Several days of intense work resulted in her becoming a pilot, however not of her own free will. As a result, her synch ratio is lower than average and she has greater difficulty moving in her power armor. On the flip side of the coin her power armor is also a steath model, capable of jamming video and audio sensors from picking her up directly. Angel initially resented Wild for his hasty actions, however she has forgiven the pilot and has grown fond of him, being the only Ranger trusting her fully with his life despite the low combat projections. This bond was further deepened as he has promised to make sure to remove her power armor in two years, as the power armor is helping her keep her stable while she heals from all her injuries. When the Rangers attempted to put her on the front lines, Wild intervened, and both would agree to leave the group shortly after. While Angel is unable to fight anywhere near the level that Wild can, she has been trained to be able to defend herself if ever discovered by hostile armors.

Wild

Posted: Oct 1 2010, 05:56 AM Forum Character Profiles View full topic

Name: Classified
Codename: Angel
Age: 24
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 124 lb.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Synch Ratio: 25-35%

Psychological Profile: Coming Soon

History: A former teacher in the Philadelphia area, Angel was conscripted against her will into the Rangers after suffering grievous injuries that would have ended her life if not for Wild. Wounded from an explosion with shrapnel cutting across her body, it was assumed once the battle was over that she was among the civilian casualties caused by the Barcalow Knights' reckless engagement against the Rangers. In reality Wild had taken her to a nearby facility as she was unconscious and lay dying. Several days of intense work resulted in her becoming a pilot, however not of her own free will. As a result, her synch ratio is lower than average and she has greater difficulty moving in her power armor. On the flip side of the coin her power armor is also a steath model, capable of jamming video and audio sensors from picking her up directly.

Angel initially resented Wild for his hasty actions, however she has forgiven the pilot and has grown fond of him, being the only Ranger trusting her fully with his life despite the low combat projections. This bond was further deepened as he has promised to make sure to remove her power armor in two years, as the power armor is helping her keep her stable while she heals from all her injuries. When the Rangers attempted to put her on the front lines, Wild intervened, and both would agree to leave the group shortly after. While Angel is unable to fight anywhere near the level that Wild can, she has been trained to be able to defend herself if ever discovered by hostile armors.