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Post by JW% on Jul 30, 2013 17:19:00 GMT -8
((New arrivals check the OOC forum thread: tsdcv3.proboards.com/thread/5580/robotic-fighter-force-sign-ups?page=1&scrollTo=184629Jake "Jay" Hawke considered himself to be having a bad day. The large freight elevator taking him upwards from Submarine Criterion felt like it was going too slow, and it just gave Jay enough time to consider recent events transpiring. First of all his daughter had just celebrated her birthday. And his sister in law had just celebrated her retirement. The two events were strongly linked, as Patty was now old enough to fly SRJWF, and Chun wanted nothing more to do with Sierra Romeo. Jay could hardly fault his sister in law for wanting to give him a bunch of nieces and nephews, but then again it was his daughter, his precious, wonderful daughter, who was now going to be out on the firing line. Secondly, the base was understaffed. They had Elizabeth in Trinity, Fynn in Kitter, May in Excellion, Adam in Zaltonus, Dan in Masamune, and Marco in Rey. Six pilots to cover all of North America(excepting a few 'no fly zones' that were deemed too dangerous. Six. They should have twelve! At least they had Giselle and her Schwere Waffen transferring in. It had taken a lot of pleading to get anyone transferred, and if she hadn't volunteered there probably wouldn't have been anyone. Add in Patty taking up her mothers mantle and Maxwell Crosser getting to pilot and that brings it to nine. And then there was the headache he was dealing with at the moment. The KPNC project. He'd thought it wiped out when KPNC-IV had destroyed the facility. Now he had KPNC-V locked away having a peaceful nap in a secondary hangar, while Darren Kistiakowsky was joining the bases pilots. Jay had nothing against Darren. He didn't know the boy that well. What he had a grudge against was Sebastian Phantive. The guy seemed to have no scruples at all, having pushed for the KPNC project, and still pushing it as a viable system even after Darren had lost his parents. As far as Jay knew Prof Phantive hadn't done any of the research himself, he'd just encouraged the Kistiakowskys. Which meant, of course, that Prof Phantive had been a safe distance away, sipping wine as KPNC-IV killed Darrens parents. And now Prof Phantive wanted that to happen again in Jays hangar? Not while Jay had anything to say about it. Jay let out a frustrated sigh and checked his watch. The little holographic image gave him the time, and could also give him a projected image of anyone he wanted to call on it. About now all the pilots would be gathering together in the war room, or maybe the primary mecha hangar bay. April Anderson wanted to look over 'her' pilots. The new recruits needed training, the new arrivals needed to be shown around, and the old stand bys... well Miss Anderson always seemed to delight in giving them more homework. It kept them on their toes and unlikely to lose their edge she said. Probably why Chun left. Oh well. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Patricia Hawke walked through the main hangar with a skip in her step. Today was the day! She was going to get to fly Sierra Romeo finally! Oh, sure, she had to go through some basic training, but after everything Jay and Chun(and even Sun, though Patty sometimes had a hard time remembering her own mother, being so young when she'd lost her) had taught her, Patty was sure she could get through any silly training easily. There was Sierra Romeo, at the end of the hangar. A few catwalks extended out to allow the mechanics to climb around on it. And there beside it was SAL, and further down the hulking Zaltonus. And there was a new one... Schwier Waffles or something like that. Patty was sure she'd learn it soon enough. She gave a cheerful wave as she saw Max, Adam, Liz and May standing together with some other people. This was where Miss Anderson had told the to meet, right? They'd get a tour of the base for the newbies, and everyone would meet the people in charge like Miss Louise and Jay. And then Patty could go out flying for the first time on her own! And she'd blow up a bunch of mean old daikaiju. It would be awesome!
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 30, 2013 17:53:25 GMT -8
It was not advisable, reporting to ones' first day of active duty as a pilot under the influence of illicit substances.
It was also not advisable to strap a cockpit to an overgrown dinosaur's noggin and steer it around like a semi-truck from the deepest circle of hell, but that was exactly the job he had signed up to do, and neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night nor hits from the bong would stay him from the swift completion of kicking some giant monster ass with his own. Fighting fire with fire seemed to be bred in his family's bones, now that he thought of it.
If one were to glance at Darren Kistiakowsky from a far, one would see a young man taking on a great and powerful responsibility in as much stride as he could muster; a boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders, a David saddling up to take on an entire army of Goliaths.
Upon further inspection, one might notice that underneath his black tinted glasses were slightly reddened eyes, and within either of his ears were a pair of white, wired buds. The faintest of sounds could be heard from the distance; familiar sounds, sounds which many of the younger residents of the North American base may not recognize . . .
". . . hiiiiighway toooo the dangerzone~ somethin', somethin', RIIIIIIGHT IIINTOOO THE DANGERZOOOOONE~"
The poorly-pitched pilot had wandered around the massive hangar a bit, but joined what looked to be his fellow young pilots after a few unwelcoming stares by the resident staff of engineers and officers. He nodded to the others with an open smile, mumbling along rather poorly to the lyrics of the song coming from his old MP3 player.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 30, 2013 18:26:30 GMT -8
Giselle stretched herself, arching her front somewhat as she stretched her arms before leaning against Schwere Waffen Kai's right leg. At the moment, she didn't seem too interested in socializing, merely studying both her surroundings and the people present. Not far from her, Eren was also leaning against the same leg while going over something in a tablet before putting it away to address her.
"Hanging in there?"
"Yeah...Just want to get this over with and get to work."
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 30, 2013 18:50:46 GMT -8
Max was terrified.
Sure, he stood in the presence of mecha, and a bunch of really freaking cool ones at that. He'd gotten here almost an hour ago specifically to look at all of them. He wasn't sure which was his, but that's what made it so exciting. Of course, he WANTED the giant, but it was all up to his genes, wasn't it? He also stood in the presence of real-world superheroes, other people around his age who were pilots and probably amazing ones at that.
But that's just it.
It wasn't the fact they were so good and accomplished that made him scared. No, it was the fact that, well, they were people.
Life really sucks when you have all kinds of social anxieties.
It's even worse when the most popular girl at your school turns out to have been a pilot all along as well, and you never even knew about it. Maybe if you had, things would have turned out much, much differently back at high school.
But right now the prospect of being stuck here with people who didn't know him but apparently knew each other, not to mention being amazing at everything they did, and who probably would look down on him since he didn't know anything - his stomach had dropped all the way back home.
Right now he was leaning against the railing, sketch pad and pencil out, drawing the mechs surrounding them and wishing that right now, like at high school, he could become invisible to those around him.
Liz, on the other hand, was having a blast. It was exciting to be able to actually get away from home finally. Her brother Parker had never stopped being an asshole once they'd discovered she was the pilot of the family, and her aunt was basically powerless to stop anything.
She'd come out here alone, bags and all, butterflies dancing about in her tummy, and had seen her mech. It was the coolest thing she'd ever seen, that was no lie, but she didn't exactly have time to fangirl. After all, there were other people here.
She put on her most playful smile and walked over to the small group, staking out the other older girl immediately.
"The name's Liz," She said, offering a hand. "What's yours?"
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Post by mekasoundwave on Jul 30, 2013 19:28:33 GMT -8
For the week or so since he'd arrived in America, a question had been nagging at Dan Yamato: what the hell was he doing here? He knew he was half American and that he was actually born (and raised for a short time) at this base. None of that explained why he and his mother's mech had to be dragged over here from their actual home. The officials had said that the North American base was understaffed and under equipped to deal with daikaiju. Which didn't make sense to him, he'd seen more than a few mecha here. Even barring a shortage of robots, it wasn't like this place didn't have enough heavy artillery or jets to ward off some monsters. What was the big fuss about?
Then he came into the hangar and he got it. Not counting Masamune, there were only eight mecha. Looking at the pilots of those mecha, few of them seemed much older than him. Even back home, Dan knew he was a special case for being allowed to pilot so young. He was the youngest pilot on the Asian Mecha Force by a longshot. Here, he fell somewhere in the median. Teenagers made up nearly the entirety of this base's pilot population.
Those officials weren't kidding. This place DID need some back-up. Fortunately for them, they couldn't have picked a better pilot and mech to draft to their line up. Dan didn't let it go to his head, but he was good and he knew it. And Masamune wasn't known as the Black Cyclone of the Rising Sun for how well it blew up... but to be fair, the "Black" part of the nickname was new, it used to be the BLUE Cyclone. Damn mechanics changing the paint job...
Black or Blue, Dan sat crossed legged infront of his lineage machine and waited. Either for someone to come talk to him or for whoever all assembled them here to arrive.
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Post by Alastor on Jul 30, 2013 19:56:06 GMT -8
You know, it's rather hard to be a socialite when there's hardly people to interact with. That was a thought that frequently shot through the head of one of the base's older pilots, May. She had been dragged up to the surface about half a year ago- and why? She didn't see why she was needed- it seemed the monsters had been kept back well enough. It wasn't even that fun to pilot her mother's mech, really.
The girl leaned back on to the wall behind her with a groan, pulling a compact mirror and a stick of pink lipstick out of her handbag, beginning to apply it as she glanced around the room with the tip of her eyes. She was noting at least two of the other pilots were standing by their mechs, another looking at the mechs (and waving), one leaning on the railing and drawing, and... another girl coming right towards her and greeting her as she finished applying her lipstick.
"My name is May." Replied the pink-haired girl as she put away her make up and mirror.
A twenty something year old boy with brown hair stood next to the largest mech, the Zaltonus. He yawned, leaning against the machine as he noticed one of the newest pilots, the one from the Asian base to be exact. The machine was vaguely familiar to him, at least- might've seen it as a kid or something (though he remembered it being blue). He hadn't really even interacted with the pilot that much, on top of that.
So he decided to fix that, figuring he might as well socialize while waiting for whoever gathered them up this time. He moved next to samurai machine's pilot, looking up at it.
"...Didn't that thing used to be blue?" He asked.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Jul 30, 2013 20:01:15 GMT -8
Dan opened his eyes as he heard a voice coming from near him. Looking over at the man next to him who was himself looking up at his robot, Dan was quickly able to figure out what he was talking about.
"Yeah," he said plainly. "They decided to give it a new coat of paint when they redesigned it. Why do you ask?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 30, 2013 20:10:31 GMT -8
A 17 year old boy sat by his own mech, a beautiful majestic mech that's name was quite fitting, Rey, king in Spanish. The boy, Marco, was just sitting there, watching the scene around him, one ear with an earbud in it blaring music, the other eavesdropping on the people around him. He had been on the surface for 2 years, and still wasn't that social.
He turned his attention to Max. He seemed to be kind of alone and bewildered, and didn't look like the sort that would fuck around with him like Adam did. So he approached Max and asked him in a soft slightly accented voice, "What are you drawing?"
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Post by JW% on Jul 30, 2013 20:20:22 GMT -8
"Why'd they paint it black an' grey?" Patty asked, looking at Masamune. "Y'know, it'd be prettier in pink. Maybe with some bows and ribbons. Like that one there." She pointed to Rey, though technically all it's design flourishes were not really 'bows and ribbons'.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 30, 2013 20:20:44 GMT -8
Max jumped, obviously startled, dropping his sketchpad in the commotion. Face flaring, he grabbed the sketchpad, holding it to his chest while he looked over the boy. They looked to be around the same age, the same height... the other boy just had quite a bit more of muscle on him.
Hesitantly, he pulled the drawing away from his chest and looked down at it.
"I-it's the mechs..." He responded, his voice pretty quiet.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 30, 2013 20:23:20 GMT -8
" Oh cool!" Marco said, "So you're one of the newbies right? I'm Marco Salazar."
Marco turned around, having heard Patty, " Are you saying Rey is girly?" he asked.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Jul 30, 2013 20:29:00 GMT -8
"Why'd they paint it black an' grey?" Patty asked, looking at Masamune. "Y'know, it'd be prettier in pink. Maybe with some bows and ribbons. Like that one there." She pointed to Rey, though technically all it's design flourishes were not really 'bows and ribbons'. "I don't know about Pink and Ribbons, but Black and Red's really not my top choice for this mecha either," Dan said. "Blue and white fit it much better."
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 30, 2013 20:29:58 GMT -8
Max gave a sheepish smile, adjusting his glasses absent-mindedly.
"Yeah.... I'm... I'm Max. Max Crosser."
He looked over at the little girl who had talked about girly things, and at Marco asking her if that meant the robot was girly. His brow furrowed a bit, and he backed away... several feet. If there was going to be a fight, he really, really, really didn't want to be in the middle of that.
Liz nodded.
"Nice. Which one's yours?"
She glanced over to another older girl close by.
"And.. who're you?" She called. Might as well learn about her new friends after all. There was also a younger girl and several boys to introduce herself to as well...
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Post by JW% on Jul 30, 2013 20:30:23 GMT -8
Patty looked up at Marco with big wide eyes and an innocent face. "Noooo..." she replied. "Rey's pretty though. And might look better if it was painted pink instead of blue..."
After a moments thought Patty added. "Ooh! Or maybe purple! A nice royal purple..."
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Post by Alastor on Jul 30, 2013 20:30:29 GMT -8
"Plus," Adam replied to Patty, ignoring Dan's question. "You want your giant killing machines to look at least a little menacing, and bows and ribbons just do that." He pointed to the European machine that was recently transferred in. "That does it perfectly." Liz nodded. "Nice. Which one's yours?" She glanced over to another older girl close by. "And.. who're you?" She called. Might as well learn about her new friends after all. There was also a younger girl and several boys to introduce herself to as well... The other girl wasn't really paying much attention to Elizabeth, evident by the bored tone in her voice when she replied "The one with the angel wings." She was mostly eying the boy who had just moved several feet away from Marco. Kinda looked familiar- probably went to school with him or something.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 30, 2013 20:34:49 GMT -8
"Rey is a Rey not a Reina." Marco said, rolling all of those Rs slightly, " So he will never be pink. Or have ribbons"
He turns back to Max, " Nice to meet you. You seem normal compared to the other pilots. I could use a normal person."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 30, 2013 20:39:00 GMT -8
Max gave a sheepish smile, adjusting his glasses absent-mindedly. "Yeah.... I'm... I'm Max. Max Crosser." He looked over at the little girl who had talked about girly things, and at Marco asking her if that meant the robot was girly. His brow furrowed a bit, and he backed away... several feet. If there was going to be a fight, he really, really, really didn't want to be in the middle of that. Liz nodded. "Nice. Which one's yours?" She glanced over to another older girl close by. "And.. who're you?" She called. Might as well learn about her new friends after all. There was also a younger girl and several boys to introduce herself to as well... The girl looked up from her pacing, which was currently restricted to around and between the legs of her mech. "Giselle Frieda Jaeger." Her English was fluent, though heavily laced with a German accent. "And you are...?"
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Post by JW% on Jul 30, 2013 20:39:42 GMT -8
"He could still be purple." Patty pointed out. "I like the pretty soft colors on Romeo." She pointed over at Sierra Romeo Juliette Whiskey Foxtrot. "That one's mine. So we all have mecha here?" Except Darren of course, his was in another hanger. Besides, giving Patty the ammunition of making a giant reptilian killing machine more scary by giving it not just cybernetic zombie parts but also 'pretty butterfly wings' probably wouldn't have helped.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 30, 2013 20:48:46 GMT -8
"Normal? Me?" Max gave a small snort, before he realized the boy was being serious. He stared at him incredulously. "...Wow. Are they... really that bad?"
"Liz Duvall, Trinity pilot. This guy doesn't look familiar... where you from?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 30, 2013 20:51:48 GMT -8
"Purple is a nice color," Marco agreed, " I wouldn't feel comfortable changing it, Rey's had this color scheme since he was first made."
" Well you're not going around fucking with my clothes like Adam did. I'd say that makes you normal," Marco said to Max.
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Post by JW% on Jul 30, 2013 20:51:52 GMT -8
"Patricia Hawke! Pilot for SRJWF." Patty introduced herself with a sharp salute, and then looked around confused, turning her hand gesture into a friendly wave. "Uh... we are introducing ourselves to each other, right?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 30, 2013 20:54:13 GMT -8
Max gave Marco a small, nervous smile before looking over at everyone else.
"Hey Patty," Liz said. "I guess we are."
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Post by Alastor on Jul 30, 2013 21:04:05 GMT -8
"Ehhh, do I really have to introduce myself?" Adam asked with a causal indifference in his tone, shrugging as he did. "Name is Adam, then. Pilot of Zaltonus."
The other Williams sibling walked closer to Max then, her eyebrow raised. "Do I know you?" She asked the boy.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 30, 2013 21:20:49 GMT -8
"Normal? Me?" Max gave a small snort, before he realized the boy was being serious. He stared at him incredulously. "...Wow. Are they... really that bad?" "Liz Duvall, Trinity pilot. This guy doesn't look familiar... where you from?" "Oh, her?" Giselle glanced up towards Schwere Waffen Kai. "We've transferred here from Untergrund Berlin."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 30, 2013 21:24:00 GMT -8
" Name's Marco Salazar." he said, "And thats Rey." Might as well introduce himself while everyone else was
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 30, 2013 21:26:18 GMT -8
While moderately muffled over both the small speakers in his buds, as well as the interactions of the other pilots and the base engineers around him, the new wave-y, hard rock song had abruptly transitioned into bass-heavy hardcore rap, and Darren was once more mumbling to the lyrics - more unintelligible than the previous instance, as he could hardly hope to keep up with the lyrics even when he was entirely sober. Thus, he resigned himself to swaying to the beat, looking generally less intelligent than he might have before. All the same, he couldn't help but marvel at the massive mechs surrounding him in the massive hangar, technological monstrosities towering stories high, with ridiculous armoring and weaponry, and even more ridiculous paint jobs. He had yet to notice the others, their pilots, greeting each other as leaned against the nearby wall, his sunglasses only reflecting the massive robotic badasses he gazed upon.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 30, 2013 21:52:22 GMT -8
"I-I'm Max Crosser, pilot offf..." He paused, trying to remember the name of his mech. He was told that much, just not what it looked like. "...SAL."
At about this time, a woman strode into the room. She was tall - that was aided upon further by heels of course - and strong, with flowing black hair, and seemed to have a perpetual glare. She stopped, standing in the middle of the room, and blew a whistle that hung around her neck.
"Pilots, attention!"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 30, 2013 21:55:11 GMT -8
Marco immediately snapped to attention, slightly stumbling as he slid his feet together. He prayed she wouldn't notice his clumsiness.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 30, 2013 21:57:15 GMT -8
Giselle and Eren shared a nod as she snapped to attention as well, her posture perfectly straight as she kept her eyes forward.
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Post by Alastor on Jul 30, 2013 22:14:42 GMT -8
The attention of both of the piloting Williams siblings snapped to the black-haired woman, both looking bored as they looked at the instructor. There wasn't much point for them to really receive more instruction from the woman, but they were just going to have to grin and bare it, really.
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