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Bug
Hunters: Game 1
DaemonEgo:
Daemons gonna have to do, I'm not making another account >_<
DreaMwrite1: Hello everyone
DreaMwrite1: We are going to make it
DaemonEgo: I'll have background made tonight sometime
DaemonEgo: tonight it's just that I'm a big TV star
DreaMwrite1: Its good I wrote up the intro yesterday
DaemonEgo: and I don't have to deal with Meows pedo
female tendicys do I? or is in here hating somewhere? :D
DreaMwrite1: ((Ok we are starting now))
DaemonEgo: lol one day he's gonna hunt me down and
try to beat me senseless
DaemonEgo: (sorry)
DreaMwrite1: ( np ;-) )
DreaMwrite1: Each of you wakes up in your room within
the compound to the sound of a beeping alarm clock. There is only silence within
the compound except for the occasional stomping of boots on the cold stone
floors outside your room.
Douglas Rector 2: oh yeah, I should read the briefing
I guess...
DreaMwrite1: . You reflexively look toward a window,
but there is none in this compound as it is almost completely underground, for
good reasons too.
DreaMwrite1: . An alien force nicknamed The Bugs have
invaded the world like a plague of locus and Area 51, where you now live, is (as
far as you know) the last human civilization on Earth.
DreaMwrite1: ((Heh yes that would be helpful))
DreaMwrite1: The three of you share the same room
along with Mike, a fellow psychic such as yourselves. Today is the day you have
all been preparing for weeks now...
DreaMwrite1: Today is the day that the team will be
going on their first mission which will be starting at 7am sharp in the briefing
room...
DreaMwrite1: ((Phew what a mouthful. I'll give ya
guys a sec to absorb all that.))
DreaMwrite1: ((Begin))
DaemonEgo: (starting up my other game for now, imme a
second and I'll be back to check the flow)
Darsh Belmont: ((What time is it now?))
DreaMwrite1: You look over at the clock which reads
6am.
DreaMwrite1: You notice that Mike is already up and
dressed, doing his morning exercises.
DaemonEgo: *looks for a newspaper to catch up on what
happened lately*
Darsh Belmont: *gets up and takes a shower, brushes
teeth, combs hair (combed hair in an anime?!), gets dressed and all that other
good stuff*
DreaMwrite1: Mike is a young man, about 18, dressed
in his army uniform.
DreaMwrite1: Darsh hurries off and gets back before
anyone even realizes he left.
Darsh Belmont: ((Hey, I guess that makes me the Flash
:-P ))
DreaMwrite1: "Goodmorning guys." says Mike in an
excited tone. "Today's the big day."
DaemonEgo: (lol...we should call oursleves teh D
squad)
Darsh Belmont: ((Truly scary now that you mention
it))
Douglas Rector 2: (Insect Hunter D!)
DreaMwrite1: ((Back to game now.))
Darsh Belmont: *doesn't respond to Mike as he makes
sure that he has everything ready to go*
DreaMwrite1: The clock now reads 6:10am
DreaMwrite1: Douglas and Daemon just stand there
still drowsy.
Darsh Belmont: *leaves the quarters and heads to his
mecha*
Darsh Belmont: *after getting everything together of
course*
Douglas Rector 2: (where does the briefing document
fit in?)
DreaMwrite1: You get all your things together and
walk off toward the hangar.
Douglas Rector 2: (did it essentially just take place
in the last few minutes?)
DaemonEgo: *yawns, rubs eyes and blinks a few times
then heads off after strightening himself out*
DreaMwrite1: ((This happened a couple weeks earlier
as a part of your training.))
DreaMwrite1: You hear one of the guards watching your
room door talking...
DreaMwrite1: "Hey your not allowed in here!"
DreaMwrite1: Then silence...
Douglas Rector 2: "ah, no matter how much sleep I
get, I just can't get used to this military time"
Douglas Rector 2: "we're not allowed where?"
DreaMwrite1: A few moments later the door is kicked
open and a dozen screaming girls run in, surrounding Daemon, some ripping off
pieces of his shirt others shoving autograph books in his face.
Darsh Belmont: ((Um...so did I go to the hangar,
still stuck in the quarters, and when you said ALL, did you mean they followed
me?))
DreaMwrite1: You walked out while the guards were
dealing with the girls.
Douglas Rector 2: "dear lord, it's the invasion of
the teeny boppers!"
Darsh Belmont: *enters the hangar and approaches the
mecha* "Are you ready? Today is the day that it will begin. We must remain
strong. I'll be counting on you, friend"
DreaMwrite1: The girls don't even seem to have heard
you Douglas as they continue to ask for Daemon to sign there autograph books or
other...things.
Douglas Rector 2: *tries to maneuver around fan
squadron to reach the hangar*
DreaMwrite1: Douglas you hurry after the direction
Darsh had ran off to, stepping over the trampled guards.
DreaMwrite1: You find Darsh in the hangar talking to
his mecha.
Darsh Belmont: *will be seen sitting near the EGL-0
(his mecha) rather quiet like*
Douglas Rector 2: (what ranks are we anyway?)
DreaMwrite1: The EGL-0 is a mecha that is fairly
humanoid in shape, much like the Egyptian Gods of legend, but there are some
notable differences. Its body is a bright golden color.
Douglas Rector 2: (second lieutenants?)
DreaMwrite1: ((Technically you don't have a rank.
Your authority is only based around piloting the mecha.))
Douglas Rector 2: (..............)
Darsh Belmont: ((Should I finish the description of
the mecha?))
DreaMwrite1: ((Something wrong?))
DreaMwrite1: ((Go for it ;-) ))
Douglas Rector 2: (nver mind :-P)
Darsh Belmont: On its back are two sets of wings
(four wings total). One set resembles feathered wings while the other set more
closely resembles bat wings. The feathered set is closer to the middle of the
back and often conceals the bat ones.
Darsh Belmont: Its fingers are long and skinny, but
don't seem to interfere with its ability to grab anything. Each hand only has
three fingers and a thumb
DaemonEgo: (lollollll...sorry)
Darsh Belmont: The most notable feature about this
mecha is its lack of a face. Where the face would normally be is simply a flat
smooth surface.
DaemonEgo: "Fine fine...who am I making this one out
to?" *starts signing then trys to pay attention to the mecha introduction*
DreaMwrite1: While Douglas and Darsh hang out in the
hangar Daemon is unable to escape the mass of girls...
DreaMwrite1: ((Are you going to the hangar also
Daemon?))
DreaMwrite1: "These things sure are a work of art
arn't they?" you hear Mike say from behind you, Darsh.
Darsh Belmont: "That's one way of looking at them I
suppose"
DreaMwrite1: "We have been training eachother for
months, but I feel like I barely even know you. I don't even know what your
psychic abilities are..." Mike says nudging you a little.
DreaMwrite1: Douglas you see Darsh and Mike talking,
but can't make out anything from where your at.
Douglas Rector 2: "heh, it is still a mystery to all
of us, but I have been discovering some myself" *levitates a wrench from a work
table and sets it back down*
Darsh Belmont: "My abilities are a burden. The only
thing they are good for is to allow me my revenge on the bugs." *stands up and
goes to find someone to open the hangar doors*
DreaMwrite1: "Cool!" says Mike sounding even more
excited. "Check this out."
DaemonEgo: (I'll head in if any of these girls give
me a chance to run)
DaemonEgo: (I'll be able to pay attention, I'm
recording a demo instead for the league prac)
DreaMwrite1: A globe of blue energy forms in his
hands and then it shoots out a couple feet upward, staying there like a sword
made out of energy.
DreaMwrite1: Daemon runs to the hangar a mob of girls
close behind him.
DaemonEgo: *grabs a buncha papers and signs them all
holding onto them, then when he's got enough he throws them all into the air and
trys to make it out of the throng*
DaemonEgo: (oh...thought I needed a plan)
DreaMwrite1: The girls jump into the pile of papers
and Daemon is able to escape them, for now. ( ;-) )
Douglas Rector 2: (brb)
DreaMwrite1: Darsh you find out that they are already
preparing to pack the mecha into crates for a flight.
Darsh Belmont: *approaches one of them* "I was hoping
to take the EGL-0 out for...a pre-flight test. To make sure that he is still at
top performance. You can pack him in while we are at the briefing"
DreaMwrite1: "Sorry, sir, but it will take a while to
get them all in there."
DaemonEgo: "Pft...that's because they don't know how
to compact things. Look at my beauty! It's small and sleek...."
DreaMwrite1: "Plus we don't have the orders to allow
that kind of thing."
Darsh Belmont: "Then start with the others and save
him for last"
DreaMwrite1: The man turns away from Darsh and looks
over at Daemon.
DreaMwrite1: "Oh my gosh are you the Daemon?"
DaemonEgo: "No, I'm his slightly better looking twin
brother."
DreaMwrite1: "Erhm" he turns back over to Darsh. "I'm
sorry but we are already packing all three and it will take some time."
DaemonEgo: "pleasure to meet me isn't it?" *smiles*
Darsh Belmont: ((*hopes Daemon doesn't find himself
in some uncomfortable position in a back room*))
DaemonEgo: (I'm famous, I get to bend people over the
barrel not the other way around o_O )
DreaMwrite1: "I use to watch your show every day Mr.
Daemon. Its an honor to meet you." he starts shaking Daemon's hand.
Darsh Belmont: *mumbles* "Fool" *walks back to the
EGL-0*
Douglas Rector 2: "what kind of a name is Daemon?"
DaemonEgo: "Usually I make people pay to shake that
hand *shakes hand* but I'll let you slide if you just get on with this mess."
DreaMwrite1: "You are so kind."
DaemonEgo: *laughs happily* "It's my name! and that's
all that matters."
DreaMwrite1: Darsh you see that the EGL-0 is already
being packed into a crate.
Darsh Belmont: ((Waited for me to walk off for that
minute, huh?))
DreaMwrite1: ((Jeez this is just feeding a huge ego
isn't it))
DreaMwrite1: ((Ohhh ya ;-) ))
Douglas Rector 2: (that's the other part of the name
afterall :-) )
DaemonEgo: (lol YES :D see the EGO part?!!! )
Darsh Belmont: *gets as close as he can to his mecha*
"Be patient Zalgallas, I will be with you soon"
DreaMwrite1: You all see four crates being packed
into a large, cargo plane.
Douglas Rector 2: *looks around at the other mecha in
the hangar*
DaemonEgo: *trys not to listen to the man who's
obviously got problems*
DreaMwrite1: ((Aww guess ya wont get to see the mecha
till they are first used :-P ))
DreaMwrite1: "We should get going guys its 0650 right
now."
DaemonEgo: "I like a suprise myself, but not one I
have to pay for."
Darsh Belmont: ((Take me less than 10 minutes to get
ready, but 40 just to see my mecha for a couple of minutes :-\))
DreaMwrite1: says Mike
DaemonEgo: ((hahahha...))
DreaMwrite1: ((Just Darsh's luck eh?))
Darsh Belmont: *walks out of the room and heads to
the briefing room*
Douglas Rector 2: "yeah, let's skedaddle"
DreaMwrite1: Mike hurries off to the breifing room as
well.
DreaMwrite1: As you walk to the breifing room you
hear in the background a woman screaming "Is that Daemon!?!"
DaemonEgo: "Time to go" *runs off towards breifing
room*
DreaMwrite1: The group soon comes to the briefing
room that is has two guards, armed with m-16s.
DaemonEgo: "No Daemons over ther!"
DreaMwrite1: Daemon you hurry off to the briefing
room after the others with the girls stopping in front of the two armed guards.
DaemonEgo: (lol..how does a mob of females make it
onto a secure location owned by some sort of military....or are they in this
service ..?)
DreaMwrite1: ((Those are the fraction that made it
past.))
DaemonEgo: (ouchhh...)
Douglas Rector 2: (They're alien girls)
DaemonEgo: (I'll be happy when in my mecha..it
doesn't look like me..)
DreaMwrite1: ((Never underestimate the power of a mob
of crazy women.))
Douglas Rector 2: (you're the goofball that chose
girl magnet knowing full well you were to be a soldier at Area 51 :-P )
DaemonEgo: ((lol it's funny, that's why I did it))
DreaMwrite1: As you enter the briefing room the old
commander of the Area 51 base is sitting down, waiting to give the group a final
briefing of the mission the group will be facing...
DreaMwrite1: ((ya its pretty funny to me thats for
sure :-D ))
DreaMwrite1: He is wearing his U.S. Army dress
uniform in all its glory with many medals and ribbons. There is a blank
expression on his face. As soon as the four of you are seated he gets up and
begins to talk...
DaemonEgo: "I had one of those suits in a show I did"
*leans over to whisper to whoevers next to him* "Mine probably cost more"
DaemonEgo: (as long as it isn't another army offical
anyway..)
DreaMwrite1: "Good morning I hope you all slept well.
I know you have all heard this before so I will make this short. Today you will
be going out in one of our cargo planes and dropped within a mile of the nearby
city of..."
DreaMwrite1: "Las Vegas. The mecha are already stored
and are prepared to be "suited up" when you are ready."
DreaMwrite1: "Your job will be to gather information
on the Bugs and also collect samples, whether that is tissue samples or blood,
of them so our geneticists here will be able to shed some light on what these
things can do."
DreaMwrite1: "As a secondary goal find out if there
are any survivors in the city, if so try to get them out of there. One last word
of advice before I send you into the hangar..."
DreaMwrite1: "Use the utmost caution when dealing
with the Bugs; you are not invincible no matter how much those suits may make
you feel. Dismissed."
Darsh Belmont: "Sir, wasn't Las Vegas leveled in a
military strike shortly after the bugs landed?"
Darsh Belmont: "And how are we to suit up if our
mechas are in crates?"
DreaMwrite1: ((That was General Green the Commanding
Officer of Area 51 just to remind those who just read the breifing thing))
DreaMwrite1: The General turns toward Darsh.
DaemonEgo: "I remember that city, I think....gods is
that place gone? I loved that town, there was this bar just on the north
side....*trails off*"
DreaMwrite1: "The trip will take about an hour by
plane as we do not want to get the attention of flying bugs."
DreaMwrite1: "And the town has been demolished, but
not completely destroyed."
DreaMwrite1: "There may well be survivors there if
they could avoid the bugs."
Douglas Rector 2: (town? :-P )
DreaMwrite1: ((damnit city you know what I mean))
DreaMwrite1: >:o
DaemonEgo: "wonder if that bars still there...which
side are we being dropped on?"
Darsh Belmont: ((Still wonders how we are supposed to
suit up in a mecha that is in a crate))
DreaMwrite1: "The bugs seem to focus in the center of
the city and spread out the further you get. If there is anyone left they would
have to be on the outscirts of the city."
DaemonEgo: (hour long flight with nothing to
do...I'll brake into mine ^_^ )
Douglas Rector 2: (C-130 has alot of cargo space)
DreaMwrite1: "You will be dropped off about a mile
away."
Darsh Belmont: ((Thinks it would have been smarter to
just have us pilot them in there to avoid the unnecessary hassle and waste of
materials *shrugs*))
Douglas Rector 2: (presumably the crates will be
air-dropped and we'll parachute down ourselves from another plane)
DreaMwrite1: "We can't risk to lose our planes to
airborn bugs."
DaemonEgo: (I'd prefer to have a base to work from in
any case)
DreaMwrite1: ((Yep thats the plan. Hope none of you
are afraid of heights ;-) ))
DaemonEgo: (lol..if I can jump like 100 times normal
distance can I fall that much? heh...with catlike abilitys?...I think it'd
work.. :P )
Douglas Rector 2: (except of course that contradicts
the notion of not wanting to risk the airplanes :-P )
Darsh Belmont: "Then with your permission, sir, I
would like to be in the pilot seat of the EGL-0 while we are airborne. If a bug
attack does happen, I may be able to do something to help protect our planes"
DreaMwrite1: ((Your being dropped a distance from it
though.))
DreaMwrite1: "I'm sorry but I cannot allow that Darsh
and you well know why. We can't risk you becoming fatigued before you even get
there."
DaemonEgo: "sounds like this'll be a bumpy ride at
best."
DreaMwrite1: The general nods.
DreaMwrite1: "Any other questions?"
DaemonEgo: "Did you think i was good in my last
movie?"
Darsh Belmont: "I won't activate the system until it
is needed. But it would be better to have some type of back up option as opposed
to going on blind luck"
DaemonEgo: "I hated it, stupid thing should have
bombed in the box office."
DaemonEgo: (lol...I'm so conceted...this is great)
Darsh Belmont: "If not, can I at least request that
you drop us off near the west sector of the city"
Douglas Rector 2: "You can suit up when the crates
have beend ropped and opened at the destination"
DreaMwrite1: "Darsh the probability of the bugs
attacking the plane when we are still a mile distance from the city is .00001%.
You might as well worry about getting hit by lightning till your mecha blows
up."
DreaMwrite1: The general gives Darsh an odd look.
DaemonEgo: "That happened on set once, wasn't pretty
at all. The wardrob people were all in a fit over that one."
DreaMwrite1: "Why the west sector?"
Darsh Belmont: ((Guess I didn't realize that the bugs
are afraid to leave city limits :-P))
Darsh Belmont: "I think that would be the best place
to start. I have some knowledge of the layout of the city"
DreaMwrite1: ((One reason the base hasn't been taken
over. At least not yet.))
Douglas Rector 2: (outside the city is desert, they
have all that electricty there in the city)
DreaMwrite1: "Ok Darsh we will drop you off there
then."
Darsh Belmont: "Thank you, sir"
DreaMwrite1: "I'll send the order."
DreaMwrite1: "Take care you four."
DreaMwrite1: "Dismissed."
DaemonEgo: "I wouldn't want to dissapoint my fans by
dieing." *walks off and waves slightly behind him*
Darsh Belmont: *stands up, salutes, and then heads
off*
DreaMwrite1: Daemon as you walk out the girls
continue to follow close behind you.
DaemonEgo: *sighs and keeps walking, being as ready
as he can to run*
DreaMwrite1: As you all walk into the hangar you
already hear a big cargo plane starting up.
DreaMwrite1: The back hatch is open and ready to go.
DaemonEgo: *whispers to the others* "Get on quickly,
I'm going to run on the last second and hopefully leave the ladys behind."
Douglas Rector 2: "be quick about it" *boards*
Darsh Belmont: *boards the plane*
DreaMwrite1: Mike jumps onto the plane after the
other two.
DreaMwrite1: "Time to blow up some bugs!"
DreaMwrite1: The plane is now starting to taxi off.
DaemonEgo: "Ladys, wait here for me and you all get
an autograph when I get back!" *turns around and runs really fast*
DaemonEgo: (I've got so many escape plans forming in
my mind)
DreaMwrite1: (lol)
DreaMwrite1: You quickly jump and grab onto the hatch
as it begins to close, leaving the screaming women behind you.
DreaMwrite1: "Is everyone here?" you hear the pilot
yell to the back of the plane.
DreaMwrite1: "Sit down and buckle up its going to be
a long ride!"
DaemonEgo: *buckles in*
DreaMwrite1: He then turns around and the plane
begins to speed up more, then lift-off.
DaemonEgo: "Have you gents evver tried to get in bed
with a lady, when you've got a mob who don't want that to happen? It's a mess I
tell you."
Darsh Belmont: *gets situated for the long ride*
DreaMwrite1: Mike buckles in.
DaemonEgo: "Any food on this ride? Peanuts even?"
DreaMwrite1: The pilot doesn't answer you Daemon and
there isn't anyone else aboard besides the four of you and his co-pilot.
Darsh Belmont: *mumbles something, but cannot hear
what he says (unless someone has heightened hearing or something)*
DreaMwrite1: ((Nope no super hearing people here))
DaemonEgo: "Well...this should....prove...to be
like....boring.."
Douglas Rector 2: (heh nobody can hear what anybody
says on these multi-engine airplanes, that's why the pilots wear headsets)
DreaMwrite1: Time flies by as the plane does and its
already been thirty minutes with nothing to report...
DreaMwrite1: Mike yawns and goes to sleep in his
seat.
DaemonEgo: "Stares at ceiling trying to figure out
new escape plans
DaemonEgo: (( *****'s))
DreaMwrite1: The peacefulness of the roaring engines
and bumpy plane is soon interupted.
DreaMwrite1: The plane shakes some and you hear a
loud thump sound on the roof of the plane.
DaemonEgo: "Uhh....that's saposta happen right?"
*speaks up really loud*
Darsh Belmont: ((I told that damned general >:o))
DreaMwrite1: The plane stabilizes again and you don't
hear anymore thumping sounds...
Douglas Rector 2: "What? There's no post office up
here!"
DaemonEgo: "We need to check that out I think. How do
we do that though?" (how fast are we going?)
DreaMwrite1: The plane flies on.
DreaMwrite1: ((Really fast. Ask the pilot if ya want
to know how fast))
DaemonEgo: (I just attacked my lamp and broke the
bulb, hah)
DreaMwrite1: A few minutes later, still nothing more,
with the plane flying on as usual. The pilot doesn't even appear like he even
noticed anything."
*OnlineHost*: Douglas Rector 2 rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5 2
DaemonEgo: *settles back down but keeps an eye
anyway*
DaemonEgo: "I remember being in a movie that started
this way..." *mutters to himself*
Darsh Belmont: *stays quiet*
DreaMwrite1: ((Poor Daemon he is either completely
overwhelmed or completely ignored))
Douglas Rector 2: "I agree with Daemon..."
Douglas Rector 2: "Pilot, are we over the drop zone
yet?"
DreaMwrite1: "We are about twenty minutes away now!"
he yells to the back of the plane.
DaemonEgo: "How close is that to the city!?"
DreaMwrite1: The plane shakes a little again and you
hear two seperate thumps.
Douglas Rector 2: "I think we may not have that
long!"
DaemonEgo: "Wait...do these bugs have scouts?!"
Douglas Rector 2: "that's what we're here to find
out, looks like we're getting an answer"
Darsh Belmont: "You've seen the same reports as us,
so stop asking such stupid questions"
DreaMwrite1: "Don't be silly Daemon. They are just
giant bugs, they don't know stratigy they just swarm like locust."
DaemonEgo: "Pft I've seen ants with more brains then
you give these bugs."
Douglas Rector 2: "Just Giant bugs he says..."
DreaMwrite1: The plane shakes again, two more thumps.
DreaMwrite1: ...
Douglas Rector 2: (are the mecha on this same plane,
in a cargo hold?
DreaMwrite1: yes.
DreaMwrite1: More toward the back of the plane.
DaemonEgo: *looks for hand holds along the planes
interier so he can crawl back to the cargo hold and suit up*
Darsh Belmont: ((I swear they said two different
planes))
DreaMwrite1: ((I swear they didnt....)
DaemonEgo: (I swear)
Douglas Rector 2: "come on, let's get to the armor"
DreaMwrite1: The plane seems a bit shakey all of the
sudden.
DreaMwrite1: It wobbles a little.
Douglas Rector 2: *navigates the tubulent path to the
cargo hold*
DaemonEgo: *gets up and tries to stumble back towards
the mechas*
Douglas Rector 2: ^turbulent
DaemonEgo: (Hopefully acrobatics will allow me to
keep on my feet)
DreaMwrite1: Mike gets up and walks toward the cargo
hold as well.
DreaMwrite1: "I got a bad feeling about this guys.
DreaMwrite1: As you walk into the carge hold you hear
the tearing of metal behind you.
DaemonEgo: "Yeah....the shows I've been in say trust
you're gut..who am I to go agianst my character..."
DaemonEgo: *moves faster*
DreaMwrite1: Then a loud *SPLAT!* and *CRUNCH!*
DreaMwrite1: The plane is now very wobbly, swaying to
one side.
Douglas Rector 2: *runs to open the rear deployment
hatch*
DaemonEgo: *tries to keep balance as he moves back*
DreaMwrite1: You open up the hatch, the crates
swerving to one side of the plane...
DreaMwrite1: ((So you are all in the cargo hold
then?))
DaemonEgo: (I hope so)
Darsh Belmont: ((Sure))
DreaMwrite1: ((That seems to be the general agreement
here))
Douglas Rector 2: (I don't know exaclty how big these
mecha are, do we have space to open the boxes on board, or will we have to drop
them out the hatch and let them parahcute to ground?)
DreaMwrite1: You are all in the cargo hold with the
crates cracking and breaking as they are pressed up against one side of the
plane.
DaemonEgo: (size is up to you I believe, but between
7-10 feet I think it was?)
DreaMwrite1: ((A little bit taller than you and
wider.
DreaMwrite1: ((Yep basicly but it seems everyone
chose awkward size lvl 1 I believe))
Douglas Rector 2: (well even if really big they could
be folded into the crates or soemthing :-) )
Darsh Belmont: ((Darn, would have took 2 if I knew
everyone had 1 :-P))
Douglas Rector 2: (I took level 2)
Darsh Belmont: ((So you said the crates broke open,
right?))
Douglas Rector 2: (I don't think we're in any
position to get into the mecha with everything moving like this)
Douglas Rector 2: (if we drop them out it won't be
hard to open the crates though :-) )
Darsh Belmont: ((Don't know if I want to jump out of
a plan without being in one with the situation like this))
Douglas Rector 2: (well we have parachutes don't we?)
DreaMwrite1: One crate breaks open revealing a small
briefcase-size box with a gem on one side.
Darsh Belmont: ((Parachutes won't save us if we get
killed by a but))
DaemonEgo: *dives for the case and trys to set up his
mecha*
DreaMwrite1: ((The other crates are cracking.
Darsh Belmont: ((Bug))
Darsh Belmont: *looks for something to try and break
open the crates with (if possible)*
DreaMwrite1: Daemon grabs the small case, pushing the
gem on it. Gears begin to turn within it as it expands both up and wide.
DreaMwrite1: Darsh you find a crobar on the wall.
Darsh Belmont: *takes it goes to the crate that the
EGL-0 is in*
Darsh Belmont: *will do his best to open the crate
during the disturbance*
DreaMwrite1: Darsh busts open the crate, revealing
his mecha, which seems to be prepared for battle, cockpit already opened.
Darsh Belmont: *gets into the cockpit*
Darsh Belmont: *before closing the hatch* "Do the
rest of you want yours opened now...or wait to hit the ground?"
DaemonEgo: "Taken care of" *mutters as his Mecha
completes and then gets into it*
Darsh Belmont: *there is a sniper style rifle in the
right hand of the mecha*
Douglas Rector 2: *TKs the nails out of the crat
holding Valcionne J and opens it up*
DreaMwrite1: You bust open the crate and activate the
cockpit.
Douglas Rector 2: *gets inside and starts the armor
up*
DreaMwrite1: Daemon's own mecha opens up soon after
and he hops in.
DreaMwrite1: ((Ok Douglas and Daemon give a
description of your mecha for everyone.))
Darsh Belmont: *closes the cockpit seeing tha Mike
turned mute. Opens a communication to the others over the radio (if they have
one)* "Can either of you fly in those things?"
DreaMwrite1: Mike busts open the last crate,
revealing a heavly armored, muscular mecha with two blue gems on the back of
each of its hands.
DreaMwrite1: "Its time to wake the Angel of
Vengence."
Douglas Rector 2: The Valcionne J hums to life and
stands to its full height, resembling a giant armored man with a surprisingly
human-looking face and metal hair. It's eyes glow with a strange inner
brilliance as it steps forward
DreaMwrite1: The mecha then opens up and he backs
into it, with the mecha closing up in front of him."
DaemonEgo: *mutters then merges with his mecha*
Darsh Belmont: brb ((minute or two))
Douglas Rector 2: It's mouth moves to speak, in
Douglas' voice, "Alright gentlemen, let the operation commence"
DreaMwrite1: "I think our friends are coming..." you
hear Mike say over the radio.
DaemonEgo: *strikes a pose* "I am the black adder!
Muwhahaha...." *laughs at himself then stops as another bump hits the ship.*
DaemonEgo: "eehhh...this should be interesting...."
Douglas Rector 2: *jumps out the rear hatch and fires
up the flight system*
Darsh Belmont: ((Sorry about that))
DreaMwrite1: The door from the seating room you were
in to the cargo hold is literally ripped to shreds as a tall, thin bug with
razor sharp claws and large wings walks into the hold...
DaemonEgo: *watchs the other take off and realizes he
doesn't get to fly himself, then moves to the back hatch and looks down to see
how far it is.*
DreaMwrite1: Douglas gets the hell out of there
flying out ASAP.
DreaMwrite1: ((Its pretty far down.))
DreaMwrite1: Mike and his mecha jump out after him,
though there doesn't appear to be any flight systems on it...
Darsh Belmont: *looks for an opening on the bug
(mouth open or eye) and aims with the SR-13*
DaemonEgo: *turns around to look at the bug in the
ship, waves, then jumps off backwards, pulling out his guns as soon as he hits
the ground*
DreaMwrite1: ((Roll to hit it Darsh))
Douglas Rector 2: *flies above the cargo plane to see
how bad the damage is*
Darsh Belmont: Rolled a 4
DaemonEgo: /topic Cows taste good
DaemonEgo: ....(aww)
DreaMwrite1: You fire off your gun which smacks the
head of the bug and knocks it back a few feet, bumping the other ones behind it.
DreaMwrite1: Douglas it looks like the plane was
opened with a giant can opener.
DaemonEgo: (random side question, these mecha have
any sorta communication between other mechas at all? no voice comm?)
DreaMwrite1: And I mean a dude who didn't know how to
use a can opener and kept on pounding it into the can till it opened cause he
was just so damn pissed off at that can.
DaemonEgo: (lol NICE discription)
Douglas Rector 2: (I'll fly around the front to see
if the pilots can be rescued)
DreaMwrite1: ((They all have radios. Kind of an
automatic thing))
Darsh Belmont: "Damn, didn't do as much as I would
have liked" *leaps out the plane and the wings start to move to allow it flight*
DaemonEgo: "Guys hear me ok through this thing?"
DaemonEgo: *tries voice comm*
Douglas Rector 2: "yes Daemon, I hear you"
DaemonEgo: (Lemme know when I connect with teh
ground, heh)
Darsh Belmont: ((and here I spent MP on a radio :-())
Douglas Rector 2: "where are you?"
DreaMwrite1: Douglas you look at the cockpit to see
both of the pilots torn to shreds, they lay in a pile of grey matter, their
skulls look to have been shattered into a million pieces.
DaemonEgo: (hah..I'm tempted to answer 'mid air
falling, you?' )
Darsh Belmont: *over the radio* "How many of your
mecha can fly?"
Douglas Rector 2: (you're just not gonna let me
rescue anybody are you? Always got their brains oozing out :-P )
Darsh Belmont: ((Take the bodies anyway))
DaemonEgo: "I'm fallling, so I obviously can't fly,
but thanks for caring."
DreaMwrite1: "I think all of our mecha can fly as we
have all jumped out of the plane now." says Mike sarcasticly.
Douglas Rector 2: (probably got killed by a sniper
working for the nightlords :-P )
DreaMwrite1: ((Hell ya they were))
Douglas Rector 2: "You can't fly? Well, that's news
to me..." *dives down to look for Daemon*
Darsh Belmont: "Well then the two of you just try to
land safely, I'll try to buy some time to make sure they don't interfer with
that part"
DreaMwrite1: You see Daemon smash down onto the
ground toppling over a little but not appearing damaged at all.
Darsh Belmont: *does his best to intercept any bugs
headed towards those falling*
Douglas Rector 2: "The plane is a lost cause Darsh,
abandon ship"
DaemonEgo: "God I wish there was camera crew on that
jump."
Darsh Belmont: "What about the pilots?"
DreaMwrite1: The bugs are pouring out into the cargo
hold Darsh...
DaemonEgo: *turns on his sensors and tries to figure
out what we've got going on*
Douglas Rector 2: "the bugs must have got to them
before they came after us in the cargo hold"
Douglas Rector 2: "not a pretty sight"
DreaMwrite1: Daemon you see a huge mass of objects on
your radar inside the plane.
Darsh Belmont: *examines the plane looking for the
fuel tank (or so to speak)*
Darsh Belmont: "Then there will be no innocents hurt
if I destroy the whole damn plane"
Douglas Rector 2: (the wings)
Darsh Belmont: *starts to fall back, dropping to
maximum weapon's range*
DaemonEgo: "Watch it, those bugs flew onto the plain,
I'll bet you they can fly off just as easy as you two birds did."
Darsh Belmont: "Not if they get killed in the
explosion"
Douglas Rector 2: "damn straight, we should shoot it
down and make ourselves scarce"
Darsh Belmont: *continues trying to find his target*
DreaMwrite1: You are backing off from the plane then
Darsh?
DaemonEgo: "They're all riding that thing, lets blow
it up."
Darsh Belmont: Some what, I don't want to get caught
in the explosion myself
DaemonEgo: *aims guns and checks the distance.*
Douglas Rector 2: "you take the left wing, I'll take
the right"
Douglas Rector 2: *swoops by and launches a rocket at
the right wing*
Darsh Belmont: *but I'm trying to find the fuel
source for the plane. That will cause the best explosion*
DaemonEgo: "Dun think i can hit that baby, it's to
far gone already."
DaemonEgo: "Don't jabber bout it, aim and fire!"
DreaMwrite1: Douglas shoots off a rocket into the
left wing, blowing the whole thing to pieces.
DreaMwrite1: ((peices))
Douglas Rector 2: (it's an airplane, fuel is
distributed in several different reservoirs, of which the wings are two)
Darsh Belmont: ((Hey, I don't know that. Besides, I
was looking for that little part where they refuel in mid-air))
Douglas Rector 2: (yeah, they stick the hose into a
wing :-P )
DreaMwrite1: The plane continues to explode until it
turns into a ball of flame, smashing into the ground and exploding.
DaemonEgo: (Depends on the plane modle, bug wings
usually it, or the front of the plain on fighters)
DreaMwrite1: ((Jeez guys you forget to get your
tissue sample.))
DaemonEgo: (wings = bigger planes, nose = F14's and
hte like)
Darsh Belmont: *checks sensors for any other enemy*
Darsh Belmont: ((A sample won't do us any good if we
die))
DreaMwrite1: The radar is blank now except for the
four of you...
DaemonEgo: "Looks clear....think there's anything
left alive in that mess?"
Douglas Rector 2: (we can get one on the ground, when
we're on a btter footing :-P )
Douglas Rector 2: *heads down to land near Daemon*
Darsh Belmont: "Okay, the plan was to head to the
city. We should continue as planned"
DaemonEgo: *Daemon looks around carefully, then
checks the radar again, then holsters his guns*
Darsh Belmont: *flies down and lands nicely on the
ground*
DreaMwrite1: "Holy shit!" you hear Mike yell over the
radio, his mecha turned toward the plane.
Douglas Rector 2: (we're not technically to that part
of the mission until we've safely deployed to the ground :-D )
DaemonEgo: "Whatcha got?"
DaemonEgo: (to mike)
Douglas Rector 2: "fresh from the Sacred Cow Mike? "
:-)
Darsh Belmont: ((We're not at the drop point either.
So just reaching the ground won't be right either))
DaemonEgo: (plane was dropped before mission start
point, I doubt most of the paramters apply)
Darsh Belmont: "Mike, if you have something to
say...say it!"
DreaMwrite1: "The plane got annihilated thats what
I'm saying it for..."
DaemonEgo: "Took a fair ammount of bugs...still if
the numbers on those things are right it wasn't close to worth it."
DreaMwrite1: "At least those bugs got taken out."
Douglas Rector 2: "well, what do we do now...
continue the mission, or try to get home?..."
Darsh Belmont: "The mission needs to continue"
DaemonEgo: "made it this far.."
DreaMwrite1: "We got to continue. We got to do it for
Uncle Sam."
DreaMwrite1: "Everyone is counting on us."
Douglas Rector 2: "the motion carries unanimously"
;-)
Darsh Belmont: "We have to get a sample and check for
survivors. If we put it off any longer, they might not be any soon enough"
DaemonEgo: "I think he would have ran and hide if
this happened when he was alive." *smiles inside his suit*
Douglas Rector 2: "alright, let's rendezvous and move
out"
Douglas Rector 2: "Daemon, any idea on your maximum
ground speed?"
DreaMwrite1: Mike is now with Daemon with Douglas and
Darsh flying a distance away.
DreaMwrite1: ((You guys have lost about 5 EP so
far.))
Douglas Rector 2: (well actually I was looking for
him to land nearby)
DreaMwrite1: ((You have lost 5 EP so far))
DaemonEgo: (heard you)
Darsh Belmont: ((Actually, I said to land))
DreaMwrite1: Douglas lands next to Daemon and Mike.
DaemonEgo: "Lets move quickly, I don't feel like
running outta juice while in a hotzone"
DreaMwrite1: Ok and so does Darsh.
Douglas Rector 2: "Daemon? Your speed?"
DreaMwrite1: In the distance all of you see Las
Vegas.
DreaMwrite1: Just barely.
Douglas Rector 2: "how high does your speedometer
go? :-)"
DaemonEgo: "Bout 200 mph, or so it's clocked at,
running at full will drain us faster though."
Douglas Rector 2: (in other words, can he run as
fast as we fly, or is he gonna be the slow link in the chain? :-D )
Darsh Belmont: "To save energy, it might be wise if
we try to work a sytem where only two of us need to pilot at a time, pulling the
others along"
DreaMwrite1: "I can get there in the blink of an
eye." says Mike simply. "Don't worry about me."
Douglas Rector 2: "hmm, we better hold off on flying
then. We are only as fast as our slowest man from this point out"
DaemonEgo: "Whatever, tests say if we go at half
speed it it'll have the drain as a hours normal use."
Douglas Rector 2: "wow that looks like Las Vegas to
me guys"
DaemonEgo: "Wonder if anyones alive....oh well..lets
move"
DaemonEgo: *heads off keeping an eye on sensor
readings*
DreaMwrite1: ((You guys moving out?))
Douglas Rector 2: *trudges along with thrusters
cooling enjoying the scenery*
Douglas Rector 2: (yep, moving towards LV)
Darsh Belmont: "I'm going to check out the crash
site, I'll catch up in a bit"
DreaMwrite1: You guys begin the long treck to Las
Vegas heading toward it from your possission.
DaemonEgo: "It's up to you..keep in contact."
Darsh Belmont: ((Position))
DreaMwrite1: ((What the heck was with that one))
DaemonEgo: (Possession?.. :P )
DreaMwrite1: ((No idea...))
DreaMwrite1: Mike moves along with the rest of you.
Douglas Rector 2: (you spelled trek wrong too :-P)
DreaMwrite1: You guys move on the road for about an
hour as the city finally begins to come in better view...
Darsh Belmont: *flys at low altitude, sticking close
to the ground as possible as he makes his way to the crash site*
DreaMwrite1: The once great city, with its bright
lights with people filling the side-walks is now empty, destroyed.
DreaMwrite1: Most of the buildings have either been
turned into small craters or crumbled down to a lesser version of themselves...
DaemonEgo: "Shame...I saw some vid's of this
place...was a town to get lost in.."
DreaMwrite1: As you get closer you see no movement
at all...
DaemonEgo: "Mmmh..." *checks sensors again trying to
figure out what's going on...*
DaemonEgo: "Seems like somethign jamming the radar."
DaemonEgo: somethings*
DaemonEgo: "I think I saw a few in the
distance...not sure though"
DreaMwrite1: ((You have all lost 5 more EP after
this walk.))
DreaMwrite1: Darsh you fly up to the crash site.
Darsh Belmont: ((I didn't walk :-P ))
DreaMwrite1: ((Ok you get 5 more EP from the
flight))
DreaMwrite1: ((Lose 5 more that is))
Darsh Belmont: "Zalgallas, scan for anything. Any
bodies...bug or human. It would only be right to give the pilots a proper
burial"
Darsh Belmont: *looks around with visuals as well*
DreaMwrite1: It looks like everything was burnt to a
crisp...nothing left to bury even...
DaemonEgo: "At this point walking back seems like a
waste. And by those ideals we should stop and bury everyone in the blasted
town."
Darsh Belmont: ((Didn't say that on radio, so you
didn't hear what I said))
DreaMwrite1: ((You guys are almost to the city now,
waiting for Darsh to catch up I believe...))
DaemonEgo: (then ignore what I said :P )
Douglas Rector 2: (trying to scar your mind even
worse? )
Darsh Belmont: *continues to search the area using
both visual and sensors trying to find any bodies -- or life for that matter*
DreaMwrite1: Nothing...
DreaMwrite1: ((So are you two going to wait for
Darsh?))
DaemonEgo: *checks radio* "You done out there?"
Darsh Belmont: *lands the mecha and looks around*
"Forgive me, I was hoping to give you a proper burial, but it seems that will
have to wait* *turns on the radio* "I'm on my way as we speak"
Darsh Belmont: *takes off to rendevous with the
others*
DreaMwrite1: "Good god man what the hell are you
wasting time out there for? People could be dieing as we speak!" says Mike over
the radio.
DaemonEgo: *rolls eyes inside suit, but keeps his
body stance nutral*
Darsh Belmont: "Mike, shut the hell up!"
DreaMwrite1: Darsh you get to them another hour
later. (You all lose another 5 EP.))
DreaMwrite1: ((Dang at this rate ya won't even make
it into the city before becoming exausted.))
DaemonEgo: (I think your sense of time and space is
far to simplified DreaM)
Douglas Rector 2: (you should have said the plane
crashed a thirty minute's fligh away then :-P )
DreaMwrite1: ((Yes it is))
DaemonEgo: (I think it's his way for subtling
telling us to hurry the f--- up)
DreaMwrite1: ((You guys were not going as fast as
the plane and remember it was going to drop you off a mile from the city as
well.
DreaMwrite1: ((Yes that too))
DreaMwrite1: Ok you are all together a little bit
outside the city now.
DreaMwrite1: Your radar is all getting a little bit
of static. Flashing on and off.
DaemonEgo: "Mike where we heading from here?"
DreaMwrite1: "Your guess is as good as mine..." says
Mike over the radio.
Darsh Belmont: *points the hand of the mecha
slightly towards the north* "That seems like a good spot"
DreaMwrite1: "Lets get going then."
DaemonEgo: "Right, anywhere to find a bug. We can
either make a lot of noise or try to find a few who are alone."
DreaMwrite1: "Guys you see anything on your radar,
mine seems to be acting up."
DaemonEgo: "Noise seems like a bad idea...and
...where would we find a bug on it's own? Do they even do that?"
Darsh Belmont: *starts off in that direction*
DreaMwrite1: You all walk off into the city.
DreaMwrite1: The wind blows across the empty
streets...
DreaMwrite1: It is silent except for the stomping of
your mecha.
DreaMwrite1: The radar seems to get more and more
static the longer you are there.
DreaMwrite1: Darsh moves on, seeming to know the
area very well with Mike close behind him.
Douglas Rector 2: *taps radar screen* "getting some
wiggy interference, it effecting you guys too?"
DaemonEgo: "Yeah I picked it up a while ago, thought
I saw some bugs out there but can't be sure."
Darsh Belmont: "What direction did you 'think' you
see the bugs?"
DaemonEgo: "Hold up, we've got humans somewhere."
Darsh Belmont: "Can it be?" *picks up his speed*
DaemonEgo: "Hold up, if they are out here we do NOT
want to attract attention to them."
DaemonEgo: "Lets check for bugs first before we
check for humans."
DaemonEgo: "They're close by..lets sweep the area
then check in."
DreaMwrite1: Darsh speeds up toward where the humans
are detected.
Darsh Belmont: "You check for the bugs, I'll check
for the humans"
Darsh Belmont: *does not seem to stop*
DaemonEgo: (I didn't relay information on where, so
he'd have to have his own radar to know)
DreaMwrite1: ((which he does))
Darsh Belmont: ((:-D))
DaemonEgo: (k, just checking ;-) )
DreaMwrite1: ((Though not as long range))
DaemonEgo: "fine, anyone else with me?"
DaemonEgo: "We need to check this area quick, he
seems single minded."
DreaMwrite1: Darsh you find an alley way with gates
on either side, with barbed wire on top.
Darsh Belmont: ((Is it right there I detect them?))
DreaMwrite1: ((You have visual contact))
Douglas Rector 2: "yeah, my sensors aren't as
analytical as yours, I'll have to give them a tune up back at base"
DaemonEgo: "Don't scare them...*uses the mic to talk
to Darsh though I dunno if I know his name yet, unless it was in breifing*
They're prolly edgy enough.."
DreaMwrite1: Soon you have visual confirmation of
humans as they are all lined up, standing motionless behind the fense.
Darsh Belmont: *stops* *he has not yet turned off
his radio* "Zalgallas, open up!"
DreaMwrite1: The mecha opens up and Darsh jumps out.
Darsh Belmont: *leaps out of the mecha and runs in
the direction*
Douglas Rector 2: *aids Daemon's search*
DaemonEgo: *curses to himself* "Someone cover him,
I'll look around" *starts checking his radar and partrols the area*
Douglas Rector 2: *heads after Darsh*
DreaMwrite1: The radar on all the mecha go
completely out.
Darsh Belmont: *looks into the faces of the crowd*
DaemonEgo: "We got at least four moving in"
DreaMwrite1: It shuts down completely.
DaemonEgo: "I got that much, then radar died."
DaemonEgo: "And now the bugs know where those humans
are, get back in your mech" *yells so he can hopefully be heard from the radio*
Darsh Belmont: ((Without the pilot, no radio))
Darsh Belmont: "Karen! Karen! Where is my father?"
DreaMwrite1: Darsh doesn't answer...
DreaMwrite1: None of the humans respond or look at
you Darsh.
DreaMwrite1: As Darsh talks to the humans the others
gain visual contact with the enemy...
Douglas Rector 2: *still looking for Darsh*
DaemonEgo: *projects a holograph of empty towns area
where Darsh and the humans are* "Why do I get the feeling that those peopel are
nothing more then cattle?" *Daemon mostly mutters to himself*
Darsh Belmont: "What's wrong with you? Why don't any
of you respond?!" *leans against the fence, in a very sad and low voice* "I need
to know what has happened to my father"
DreaMwrite1: Darsh you see the entire area where
they were become a vacant lot.
DaemonEgo: *cuts voice comm and yells from his
Mecha* "We've got incomming, GET BACK INSIDE"
DaemonEgo: (if that doesn't work I'ma holo a project
that says 'incomming stupid'
Darsh Belmont: *looks in the direction of Daemon,
then back at the empty lot. Runs to his mecha*
DreaMwrite1: Five bugs walk toward the mecha.
DaemonEgo: (which one?)
DreaMwrite1: They appear to be army ants.
DreaMwrite1: One of them appears a bit taller and is
blue with two large shoulder spikes.
Douglas Rector 2: *pulls the hyper lance off his
back and prepares for battle*
DreaMwrite1: It stops short with the other bugs
stopping as well.
Douglas Rector 2: (I think he meant mecha as in the
whole group)
DreaMwrite1: ((ya the whole group__
DaemonEgo: *uses quick draw on his guns and takes
aim at the bugs, firing at the one in front*
DreaMwrite1: ((Mecha is singular and plural))
DaemonEgo: "We can get samples if they're dead
right?"
Darsh Belmont: *points the rifle at the eye of the
taller one with shoulder blades* "Okay Zalgallas, here we go" ((not over the
radio))
Douglas Rector 2: (in keeping with Japanese, mecha
is both singular and plural)
DreaMwrite1: As you all preparing for combat you are
suprised to hear rock and roll booming over the radios.
DreaMwrite1: ((Think Heavy Metal))
DaemonEgo: "Who the hell is that?"
DreaMwrite1: The five bugs stand motionless.
Darsh Belmont: ((Oops!)) Rolled an 11
DreaMwrite1: "What on earth..."
DaemonEgo: (rolled a 4, both guns aimed at same
target)
Darsh Belmont: ((Damn mike must have thrown off my
shot))
DreaMwrite1: The ground begins to shake...
DreaMwrite1: A nearby building crumbles apart as a
very large, armored figure jumps out of it and blocks Daemon's blast with a
large shield.
DreaMwrite1: The music continues...
DaemonEgo: *gets really confused, then wonders if
his mecha has music to blast back*
DreaMwrite1: ((And Darsh you arnt in your mecha yet
so ya cant fire you rifle))
Darsh Belmont: ((Whoo hoo! I get to save that shot
and don't have to worry about that miss :-P))
Darsh Belmont: ((Let me know when I do make it back
to my mecha then))
DreaMwrite1: The mecha is large, about twice the
size of the mecha of the team, its body is heavly armor with round, closed holes
covering much of its body. It has a large shield in one arm and a clenched fist
in the other.
Darsh Belmont: ((*wonders if Daemon plans to counter
the heavy metal music with classical or something easily as slow paced. Maybe
some country*))
Douglas Rector 2: "uh oh, I don't think those holes
are a skin disorder..."
DaemonEgo: (oh ew no...no country.....I'd play
classical to screw with em though)
DreaMwrite1: ((Heh never thought to add a CD Player
as an accessory did ya?))
DaemonEgo: (lol no...did you? hah)
DaemonEgo: "Who is that?" *says over voice comm*
DreaMwrite1: The round hatches open up all over the
mecha.
DreaMwrite1: Steam comes out of them.
Douglas Rector 2: (nope, didn't figure the ancient
technology would include it. In fact, I'm asusming the "radar" and "sensors"
actually work on some strange paranormal principle)
DaemonEgo: "watch it!" *starts to take cover*
DreaMwrite1: ((hell ya can sneak a walkman into a
mecha can't ya?))
DreaMwrite1: Out of each of these holes comes out a
long, liquid-like tentical which writhers around the mecha.
DreaMwrite1: They shoot out of it and then begin to
wiggle around the mecha.
DreaMwrite1: The eyes of the mecha begin to glow
red.
DaemonEgo: "That was unexpected."
DreaMwrite1: The tenticals swish into one of the
buildings, causing it to topple to the ground...
DaemonEgo: "Mike, you ever had reports of a
possessed Mecha? Somethign the bugs can controll?"
DaemonEgo: "Wait these things can controll
mechanical equipment can't they!?"
DaemonEgo: (with a CD player...lol)
DreaMwrite1: ((Hell ya))
Douglas Rector 2: "a machine's a machine... "
Douglas Rector 2: (nah, one of the bugs is
off-screen with a ghetto blaster on its shoulder, I'm sure of it)
DreaMwrite1: ((Course this is not just to give the
bugs their theme music though that is part of ya. You guys should be wondering
why the hell the music is going off and if it is coming from the mecha in the
first place.))
Darsh Belmont: ((But wouldn't that be two devices at
once? Did two actually possess it just to play music? :-P))
DreaMwrite1: ((Do ya need to possess a CD player to
play a song on it?))
DaemonEgo: (hahahhahahhahahha....ghetto blaster, I
can see him all bling blinged up)
Darsh Belmont: ((No, but you do need to push a
button. They unpossessed it, hit play, and then repossessed it?))
Douglas Rector 2: (do you need a device of any kind
to play music when you're a strange energy being? :-P )
Darsh Belmont: ((Can't hear the music anyway as I
still have yet to reach my mecha. That means no radio))
Douglas Rector 2: (I think it's playing over
lloudspeakers)
DaemonEgo: "Anyone awake in there or can I start
firing?"
DaemonEgo: (over voice comm to the other mecha)
Douglas Rector 2: (like, jet engine-decibel-level
speakers)
DreaMwrite1: The music is playing over the radio.
Douglas Rector 2: (oh well then I can just turn off
the radio and not be bothered by it then can't I...)
Darsh Belmont: ((Yep))
DreaMwrite1: All the tenticals attack at once in a
large range, coming at Daemon, Mike, and Douglas at the same time!
DreaMwrite1: They are all shooting at you at once.
DreaMwrite1: ((Roll everyone))
Darsh Belmont: 6
DreaMwrite1: ((ya but then you cant communicate with
the other Douglas ;-) ))
DaemonEgo: 3
*OnlineHost*: Douglas Rector 2 rolled 2 6-sided
dice: 4 1
DreaMwrite1: ((Darsh doesnt need to roll))
Darsh Belmont: ((YOu said everyone!))
DreaMwrite1: ((Heh sorry))
Douglas Rector 2: )by everyone he meant the htree he
had just mentioned before)
Darsh Belmont: ((Its okay, I don't actually mind))
Darsh Belmont: ((You mean he had to tell Mike to
roll?))
Douglas Rector 2: *attempts to leap in the air and
rocket straight up away from the tentacles*
DreaMwrite1: Daemon and Douglas duck the tenticals
which shoot over their head and are then quickly realed back in an instant.
Douglas Rector 2: (yep, else Mike won't know to do
it)
Douglas Rector 2: (Mike's a bit simple-minded that
way :-D )
DreaMwrite1: Mike swerves to the side, the tentical
missing him as well.
DaemonEgo: *tries to let another set ot twin shots
lose at this new mecha*
DaemonEgo: (6)
*OnlineHost*: DreaMwrite1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 6
DreaMwrite1: The mecha lifts up its shield, the
bullets smashing into it, knocking the mecha about an inch.
DreaMwrite1: Backwards
DreaMwrite1: ((Ok here is the order.))
DreaMwrite1: ((Actually lets end it here. Good of
time as any))
Douglas Rector 2: (why not roll initiative? :-P)
Douglas Rector 2: (okay)
DaemonEgo: (lol that's because if I connected I'd
tear the mecha to bits ^_^ )
DreaMwrite1: To Be Continued.
DaemonEgo: (+15 per bullet, +another 25 per due to
massive damage ability level 5..)
Douglas Rector 2: I wanted to see if the big bug
mech was really gonna rock us like a hurricane though... :-D
DreaMwrite1: Who is this mecha? Why is the music
playing over the radio? What happened to the people? Will this mecha be stopped?
DaemonEgo: (lol yeah but Tristin has to walk back to
his dorm and it's prolly raining...lemme connect with it and it will be
stopped...heh)
DaemonEgo: (err..'DreaM'
Darsh Belmont: Don't care, don't care, going to find
out, and of course
DaemonEgo: oh well
DaemonEgo: I'm off
DaemonEgo: night all!
DreaMwrite1: Does this mecha have a weakness? Will
it stomp the others into the ground with its great power? Who is this other bug
which seems different from the average army ant?
DreaMwrite1: Night
DaemonEgo: lol...questions questions...they'll all
die and that's all that matters? ... ;-)
DaemonEgo has left the room.
DreaMwrite1: What is up with Mike and why did the GM
use him in the first place?
Darsh Belmont: If it does I'll find it, not a chance
in hell, and going to kill it to find out
DreaMwrite1: What is his greater purpose?
Darsh Belmont: Sacrificial character to both
accounts ;-)
DreaMwrite1: If the music is coming from the mecha
then why?
Douglas Rector 2: does he wear a red shirt by any
chance?...
DreaMwrite1: With a target sign on it?
Darsh Belmont: Oh, I know that one too...but I'm not
telling
DreaMwrite1: You know what?
Douglas Rector 2: so, 6:00 PM Pacific, 8:00 PM
Central, and 9:00 PM Eastern from now on, like it used to be?
Darsh Belmont: Shh...secret
DreaMwrite1: yep
DreaMwrite1: Hmm any other questions?
Darsh Belmont: Yea, that means I get to sleep in
late again
DreaMwrite1: Ah why did the bugs attack in the first
place?
DreaMwrite1: Where did they come from/
DreaMwrite1: Why am I still asking questions...
Douglas Rector 2: 'cuase you're a silly nub
DreaMwrite1: Why havn't I done my laundry...
DreaMwrite1: Why am I messing around here when I
should be doing my laundry...
Douglas Rector 2: why did it take you so long to
find an ethernet connection that was so close to your dorm? :-D
DreaMwrite1: so what do you guys think?
DreaMwrite1: Of the game so far that is.
Darsh Belmont: I think the general should have
listened to me
DreaMwrite1: Better watch out for lightning ;-)
DreaMwrite1: Do you know how often in Evangelion
they said "It has a .00000000000000000000000000001% chance of working" and it
always works.
Darsh Belmont: But other than that, we'll need to
wait and see. "So far so good"
DreaMwrite1: And they really do have all those
zeroes in there too
Douglas Rector 2: damn, the blue jays in this game
are gonna be giant mecha blue jays that drop flaming turd bombs on us...
DreaMwrite1: Heh I got a better version of a blue
jay.
DreaMwrite1: Anyways I'll see ya guys later
Darsh Belmont: Farewell
DreaMwrite1: bye
DreaMwrite1 has left the room.
Douglas Rector 2: byeeeeeeeeeeee
Douglas Rector 2 has left the room.
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