Fandom Zoids - Bio War

[Shura]

Welcome

Note* No prior knowledge will be necessary to participate in, important information will be explained. This RP will take place in the world of Zi (Check maps/gallery for pictures). It will be centered around the world but not necessarily the events of the series. The events will most closely relate to the Zoids: Genesis series in theme and enemy but not much else.


Story

A country divided in two not only by a mountain ridge but also by two nations, to the east is Solia a nation mix of both Zodians and Humans. Solia suffered more during war times but has managed to recover from the hardships and gain strength once more. To the west would be the more industrial country under the control of the Oxerian Empire. The side which started the war and continues to provoke and antagonize Solia despite there being a non-aggression treaty in place. A tense peace stood for over 50 years with Solia expecting and preparing for another take over attempted by Oxeria.

Strangely enough the western nation pulled back their forces around the year 3046 however with the absence of the border troops came a wave of mysterious disappearances from the towns along it. An investigation was started which lasted for two years, more and more people disappeared until finally the culprits were caught in the act. Sadly the truth of what had been going on was far worse than anticipated as it was revealed that the people who were captured were taken and forced into merging a new breed of mech called Bio Zoids.

The discovery of this restarted the war between the two countries. Solia defended its borders against the main forces managing to push back the enemy due to having a stronger and larger force. Unknown to the military and public spies were still among the populace. Raides started to occur where entire towns went missing. Panic and mistrust started to rise as people questioned whether there was a spy with in their town or not.​

Present Day : Where You Come In

The war has been raging for a full 5 years. Solia has the most casualties due to the numerous raids which reduced thriving towns into deserted shells. The Oxerian have made no advancement however the slow increase in troops is starting to prove taxing and the front line is weakening. All soldiers active, reserved and retired have been called into action. Mercenaries have been hired in as extra fire power in order to help defend the country.


Everyone will be stationed at at base in Diplo(The red circle on the map). It is the second line of defence from the central passage through the mountain. The over 50 miles away near the base of the mountain, still holding strong but reports have proven to be worrisome as of late. Additional forces have been added to the base in anticipation of a possible assault. [This is where your characters come in]

 

[Shura]

Day 1: Arrival

Solia, Diplo Base / August 14, 3051 / 11:15 am / Clear Sky - 90 °F
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The sun was starting to reach into the sky making the desert hotter than usual. Thankfully there was a steady breeze making thing bearable and the heat was dry instead of the heavy sticky heat which Humidity brough. The desert of Diplo was fairly calm and quiet until the dull roar of a multitude of engines nearly rumbled the ground as a trio of massive Whale King flew across the landscape. With in the behemoths were the reinforcements being taken to the Diplo Base. As it neared the base an announcement was made to passengers.


Below on the ground within the protective walls of the base was a fairly active scene of troops and personnel bustling about busy with tasks. The base originally had a fairly small staff but over the past week it had nearly doubled. Many people were still getting settled in however the hangers were the most populated. Many pilots and mechanics were performing checks or repairs on their Zoids. Some were upgrading systems and switching out weaponry to better adapt to combat the Bio Zoid threat.


The Whale Kings landed with a thunderous roar, anchoring to the ground before allowing it's large mouth in the front drop down into a ramp to unload its passengers and Cargo of munitions and zoids.


[Alrighty guys time to get this started! Many of you will probably be just arriving to the base and getting your zoids to hanger 1 or 2. There are some who have possibly be already at the base for a few days and are working on Zoids or just checking out the new arrivals. It's really up to you.


Note* If I have liked your profile then you are good to start! If you are still completing your profiles you still have time to do so.]

@AkuNoOkami @Godman873

@Morridan @Kazanna @DamagedGlasses @CloudyBlueDay @Darth Oats @Syrena @WritingMan​

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Alcesi A. Elkin

Personal Room --> Hanger

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Alcesi hummed to himself as he took a long sip of his third cup of coffee of the day, enjoying smooth, silky taste that possessed a very full, almost syrupy body, accompanied with a dried fruit sweetness and a rich, lingering finish. Licking the insides of his mouth as he tried to enjoy the fullness of it all, Alcesi set the mug down, the white cup being littered with the emblem of the Information Corps, the motto being proudly branded underneath, "Virtus de Pen". He grinned grimly at the saying, knowing that "Power of the Pen" was certainly not something to be underestimated.


Turning away from his mug, ripping himself from that delightful stench that he had gotten so accustomed to over the many sleepless nights of his youth. Looking at the screen of his Personal Computer that he had been assigned, Alcesi was straight face as he looked at the words on the bright neon screen. Alcesi had a problem, not with the wordless screen, no, Alcesi had a problem that was not visible to the naked eye, and even Alcesi was having a problem figuring out what it was. Nevertheless, within his mind he was in a turmoil that prevented him from thinking out what exactly he wanted to write. Alcesi exhaustingly took off his glasses as he wiped his brow with the handkerchief that lay beside him on his fold out arm rest.


Putting the glasses back on, Alcesi peered over with his eyes and looked at the small, but tightly packed stack of papers that sat there, waiting for him to take notice. They had been brought in a few minutes ago, and he thought that now was the perfect time to actually get to work. Closing the wordless digital document, Alcesi took the stack of papers and placed them closer to his reach.


Picking up the first one, Alcesi realized quickly that this wasn't a document meant to be signed or encrypted, but was, rather, a paper informing all members of the staff of the new shipment of soldiers and recently inducted adults. He sighed as he read it word for word, picking out any grammar problems and mistakes that he knew he would find. Whoever wrote these Notices must use a monkeys to spellcheck for them, because he could never read one with seeing a "The" where an "A" should be, or some improper use of the word "Affect". He had cringed some many times during that one for sure.


However, this information was news and not news to him at the same time. He had been aware of the new shipment, probably the first to know, but it was insignificant event, one that he had went through and seen many times. He, himself, had been one of those shipped recently, his arrival probably being only a few days old. He had had enough time to get settled, hooking up his personal coffee machine, getting his Lanstag in the hanger, and hooking up his PC. He had even managed to get his old desk sent here to increase the amount of comfort for his old bones.


Nevertheless, he knew it would be rude to not greet these fine young men and women who had decided to live their lives for a cause, and he would not be the one of the few who did not pay the proper respect to how big of a decision these people have made, some of them unaware of the things some went through in times like these. Alcesi picked himself up from the chair and groaned as his bones cracked as they broke through the layer of comfort he had gathered by sitting in the chair, obviously a bit too long.


Making sure most of his aches had calmed, Alcesi pushed up his glasses, their cool metal resting securely on the crook of his nose, and began to make his way towards the door. Alcesi stopped before he could reach the door however, and turned around to grab his mug of coffee. Taking a sip of black liquid, Alcesi hummed in delight of his simple pleasure and returned to his task of leaving, heading down the hall, towards the Hanger.

 

[Brax]

Shay Lorens

[Hangar - Main Floor]

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Constant chattering. Movements of various lifeforms echoed throughout the extensive dwelling of Zoids. The constant sound was a bother to Shay. If it had been up to him, chances were he would not have been in the area... Had it not been for the simple fact that he were ordered to do so. As the main entrance of the gate opened to allow entry to the Whale Kings, Shay momentarily paid absolutely no mind to the arriving caravan-like Zoids filled with passengers and cargo. As it so happened, there were a couple of things at play currently. The Mugen Liger in Shay's possession had a little bit of remodeling done itself, as a gift from Diplo Base on successfully completing his time as a 'plebe'. Such a program lasted six weeks and was essentially designed to rip soldiers from their comfortable lives of constant communication to be focused primarily what was going on around Diplo.


This was not so bad for Shay. It was not like he really had anyone left. The one person that happened to still be around was Hayden, who happened to join the military within the same class as Shay. Hayden and Shay had known each other for a number of years, initially starting out as enemies before forming a friendship; one that had lasted a number of years. As far as Shay knew, this man was the only person in the universe who gave the smallest inkling of a shit about Shay. He had to learn when he was young to survive for himself, so it was not as though the idea of having someone to turn to was even appealing in the first place. He truly believed that the notion of loneliness was designed by humans to comfort themselves. For the most part, Shay was a master at keeping his mouth shut, and his real feelings veiled. There were an extremely limited number of people he could say that he ever truly loved selflessly; and for all he knew, they were long gone.


It's not surprising to understand how a shell is developed when the creator is fragmented. In this case, Shay never had the chance to lead a happy life from the get-go. He has learned to accept this.


The final part of the Mugen Liger's armor was being placed; the crown blades. Thirteen of them, all around the face of the lion-type Zoid. Not only was a mane made out of blades completely badass, but merely looking at the full picture had reminded him very much of the monk who took him in. Power was something that was easy to respect, but it was especially easy when such power was on your side. Having a guardian like the monk emotionally empowered Shay with each day he happened to be graced by his presence. Simply knowing such a person made him a better man. Regardless of how the monk inspired Shay, some old habits died hard. At the end of the day, Shay had not joined the military to help with the fight against the Oxerian Empire.


On the contrary, Shay was present to steal both military-grade weapons for his Zoid and extraneous cargo which could be easily sold for a fortune. All he needed was the right opportunity; becoming part of the transport troop was the perfect occupation given his need. All Shay had to worry about was being sent out on a mission - with who, how many others, etcetera. Such information was easy to come upon beforehand. Developing a proper plan to get what he wanted would be no problem. On top of that, Shay certainly had no problem disposing of lives. No matter the case, much better men had died for far less and Shay had a nasty habit of needing to eat on a normal basis. Nothing got in the way of his livelihood; same was true to the present day as it had been his entire life.


Ninety degrees certainly did not feel so bad with constant winds blowing through the Diplo desert. The open concept of the hangar was nice in this regard, and certainly saved on money. As far as clothing went, Shay had certainly ditched the sweatshirt for lighter clothing. A white, plain tee-shirt adorned his upper-torso. It's small size easily captured the shape of his lean physique. The lower half of his body was adorned with BDU pants - otherwise known as battle dress uniform. Luckily enough, he was forced to wear a belt; without it, chances were those pants would not have fit so well. A bit baggy, but overall decently comfortable despite not being designed for that aspect in particular. Shay had been facing in the direction of those getting off the Whale Kings briefly, watching some new recruits hopping off before he turned his attention elsewhere. In the slot beside his own Zoid, was another familiar model. A crocodile type, the owner of whom was quite obvious. Standing but ten feet to his left was Hayden Senayh.

His back to the hard breeze, that light-colored hair blew haphazardly. Blue iris, desperate to hide from the brightness of outside, winced slightly as he looked to his friend, with a small smile on his face. "Did you even have any work done? That poor Barigator doesn't look any different from when we first got here." Of course, Shay was teasing.


@Godman873

 

[Der Kojote]

Jacob Saunders

[Diplo base, Hanger 1]
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Finally after 6 months of recovery Jacob was happy to be back serving in the military again. He rubbed his jaw his fingers sliding over the metallic braces that help everything still in place. The reconstructive surgery was only about 80% done, but Solia needed the pilots, so that he came back early. He had already been briefed about his position, liaison to the mercenary and civilian recruits. For all he knew they could be good or they might have been signed up for a one way ticket to the grave. The situation on the lines was not the best at the moment. He shook his head as he walked into the hanger, and said under his breath, “No sense worrying about it…whoever they brought is going to have to do.”


He Reclined in his Dibison's cockpit, patting the side, even though the war was in a bit of a low point, he still had something to be happy about. "Nice to see you all together again buddy! I don't know what was worse...the kick you gave me from having a chunk of your head caved in, or me from having my jaw crushed. Lets try not to have that happen again." He could only smile as he got a feeling of agreement. He'd been piloting this zoid for 4 years, piloting anything else would feel like a betrayal on a number of levels, He knew every little intricacy, the firing ranges, the delay in shell explosive, the amount it could turn, how much punishment the armor could take. That was the benefit of being a zoidian he supposed, sad the humans couldn't experience it. Though...he could do without the pain the he felt when they got shot at.


The moment that he had been waiting for had finally arrived though. The tell-tale sound of a Whale-kings roaring engine marked the fact that his job started now. He exited his dibison's cockpit and patted the side, "See you soon buddy, though you're going to have a lot more company in here shortly. He made his way to the ground floor to see the Zoids and supplies being unloaded from the massive carrier, The size of both the ship and it's weapons never ceased to amaze him. If you had three of those things, and air control, you probably could level a city of reasonable size in short order. However luckily neither side had been able to do something like that...He had a policy of no such thing as overkill...but civilian casualties were a concept that he did not like hearing at all.


Still again it was time to focus on the task at had...He began writing down notes on who came in, what zoids showed up, He already had forms for requisition if any of the pilots needed something. Overall he was expecting a long and slightly eventful day. However as he looked past the Whale king towards the front he grimaced. Kinda wish they'd flown in quietly or taken some other means of transport. This says we're reinforcing our position, shoot us with artillery while our transport is still grounded. Though last time he checked...neither sides artillery could reach each others installations at this point. So there was a bit of breathing room...he hoped.

 

[GeneralZod]

Hayden Senayh

Main Hangar Floor
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When Hayden was released from the six week torture camp he couldn't have been more happy. In that six week torture camp he had to deal with those military officers who believed that they had the right to command human beings like they lesser beings. Throughout the intense 'training' he had wanted to punch the officers a total of Twenty-Seven times but in order to keep his cool he usually just let loose on a nearby tree and took a black marker to his left arm to write down how many times these officers were due their punch in the face. Aside from the frustrating officers the dirt going everywhere and the horrifying moment where he ate a bug it wasn't that bad, if you liked being yelled at.


The first thing Hayden did after his release was run directly towards his Barigator which he ironically named Cuddles. Despite the zoid originally belonging to his uncle it had taken a surprisingly quick liking to Hayden even after the ironic name which it seemed to enjoy. In the four years that he had owned it the military logo on the side of it was faded and needed to go but knowing the military they were probably going to demand it be repainted and he wasn't going to have cuddles wear a giant 'shoot me' target on him anymore for oxerians. In fact there wasn't any work done on Cuddles at all since he seemed to be good enough in his current state, sure he would willingly modify him later and add a few more things but he did not feel like adding more for cosmetic or practical reasons.


Looking over to his left he saw Shay who was getting his liger modified though it seemed much more cosmetic than practical. "Hey, at least Cuddles still looks threatening." Hayden countered with a smirk. "Unlike your Liger which looks more like a royal Jester with that thing around his neck." Hayden teased again. Between the two of them he was sure they could make it through this petty war and take whatever the army was left lying around unguarded. While he wasn't sure what Shay intended to do with any of the things he stole Hayden was going to steal and sell on the black market for some good cash, maybe even enough so that he could move to another country altogether. This conflict between Oxerian and Solia was childish at best, no matter who started it but at least it gave Hayden plenty to do.


Walking within arms reach of his zoid he knocked on side of it twice to get it to pay more attention. "Hey, mind opening up?" The zoid did as asked and Hayden walked up the lower part of the jaw towards the cockpit. This was the only part of the zoid that he actually disliked and added quite a bit of a dilemma when he piloted Cuddles. Does he take a large bite out of a zoid to disable his opponent and leave himself open? Or does he ignore the bite and use the other, weaker, weaponry? A wonderful thought came across his mind that might be possible if he found a way to pay for it or found the right mechanic, perhaps there was a way for Cuddles to be 'upgraded' to close off the cockpit from the mouth and make it safe for Cuddles to bite without leaving the pilot's seat open.


Upon reaching the pilot's seat Hayden sat down and began to check on everything to make sure no one dared to modify anything although weapon testing was going to have to be run later when they weren't in a confined area. He smiled as he recognized the pilot seat all too well, the stiff feel of the controls, the dirty screen and the view he had when Cuddles finally closed its mouth and he could see out of the window atop the head. Being in the pilot seat of a zoid gave a powerful an authoritative feel like no other.


@Tree

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Rylie Freyhem


Main Hangar Floor



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While some might have said that the noises of all the Zoids were annoying or bothering, but Rylie enjoyed the sounds every day. She hated silence. With a passion. It made her on edge and uneasy, so she would take noise over nothing any day. She drummed her fingers against her thigh as she walked to the main hanger floor, rather lost in her thought today, much more than usual. Hopefully this mission would be better than the usual. Rylie craved action, she was dying for the chance to punch someone in the face, even with her Berserk Fury if she got the chance. Her sleek dirty blonde hair covered her face rather well. Rylie hadn't been in the mood for talking today, she was too busy dreaming up what they would get to do.


She walked over to her Zoid. He was huge, bigger than most, and Rylie swelled up with pride. "How ya doin'?" She grinned, admiring it's giant glory and patting the outside. Rylie stepped back, shoving her hands in her jeans pockets and just staring at it happily. Then, she knocked on the cockpit entrance and watched it open slowly. Even though Rylie wasn't a Zoidian, over the years she and her Zoid had bonded. The Berserk Fury was one of the only things she had patience for.


She hopped inside and did a routine check. Everything seemed to be running smoothly. Unlike some others, who were shining up their Zoids and adding ornaments, Rylie kept her Monster just the way he was, because he was damn perfect. Maybe she shined him up every now and then but whoever was adding silly crowns or whatnot to their Zoids, well, you were probably the one Rylie laughed at behind your back.


Once she finished the checks Rylie leaned back in the seat. "The best Zoid here, ey?" She grinned, it was really just a comment too herself and maybe to her Monster. "I could punch anything in the face with you." And then Rylie laughed a little bit. To think that idiot of a friend had gambled such an awesome Zoid. Gambled with the wrong person for sure. She jumped out to get a better view of the 'competition'. It was always a competition in her head.


A Dibison (those were cool with all their guns!) a Barrigator, a Lanstag, a Mugen Liger. Heh. Shay had had one of those. Been a long time since she thought of him, and their boy. The past was in the past, and Rylie tried not to dwell on things. You couldn't exactly punch the past. Maybe this would be her chance to fight for him, though. All the anger that Rylie might have conquered while training with her Zoid probably returned after that, but she did try to keep it down as best as she could. Rylie would see him again someday.


For now, she hung around her Zoid, leaning against the front of it happily, waiting for someone to make a comment on how freaking awesome it looked.

 

[Shura]

Ashlyn Hunter


Solia Base - Hanger 1


Yes! It's finally here! Ash thought to herself with a wide smirk as her thick sole black boots thumped against the ground. The brunette jogged along the main walkways of hangar one making her way towards the main landing area. The dull roar of the arriving massive zoids had been more exciting sound the entire week. Why? Because it meant that her upgrades would hopefully be in. She didn't expect to see much combat being more of the ranged stealth type, however being prepared was never a bad thing. The upgrades were a simple substitute for her Zoids claws and teeth to be made of Leonite a metal much more suitable for taking on the exceedingly tough armor of the Bio-zoids.


The young woman spotted the familiar frame of one of the few soldier she'd come to befriend during her short time at the base. While most of the soldiers treated her no different than anyone else there was still a disconnect between the hired mercenaries and the trained soldier who had already spend months or years under the strict guide of the military. Ash wasn't sure she could ever deal with the confined and nearly oppressive environment for even a year. Thankfully the mercenaries weren't cracked down on as hard. For one they wore what they wanted which for Ash balled down to a tanktop of some color, in today's case it was navy blue, loose fit black pants what were normally worn for martial arts which tucked into a pair of boots. She'd left her tool belt near her zoids otherwise she would have been weighed down with quite a bit.


"Jacob, Is it here?!" Ashlin questioned as she stopped at the soldiers side. The tall man made eye contact with her before smirking slightly which cause a flutter of excitement in her stomach. "Yes! Finally!" She grinned eyes bright with life and joy. It was the other big difference between Ash and most of the people around the base. Despite being nearly 22 she still acted much like a kid when it came to tech and Zoids. She really couldn't help it. Whether it be from growing up around them most of her life or the zoidian blood in her veins she loved Zoids, especially her, with all her heart and soul. Most though she was 18 and treated her like a kid which did irk her quite a bit but she let it pass. The chance to prove herself would come eventually then maybe they'd see her as less of a kid and just some eccentric Zoid fanatic.


Ashlin was practically bouncing on her toes as she watched the various zoids being brought in along with large crates, one of which contained her long awaited upgrades. Unfortunately would still be another hour or so before she would even get to see them. Sighing softly she glanced around enjoying the banging and the buzz of a welding gun, sounds of work and progress. She spotted one crane moving a large blade into the maine of a Mugen Liger, the last to finish flourishing its deadly maine. She grinned softly before looking to Jacob, "I'll be right back." She said softly before wandering over to the large bladed liger letting her eyes scan over its large sturdy body a true beast of power. It was a Zoid she had seen on and off through out the week but never got the chance to see it up close.


The young woman circled around the back of the zoids looking it over still mind dissecting it bit by bit. "Hm you really are gorgeous." She muttered to herself.


@Godman873

 

[WritingMan]

Cpt. David "Hoss" Desmond
Diplo Perimeter -> Main Hanger

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Another uneventful patrol. For the past few months, David had been assigned responsibility for scouting the surrounding area near Diplo, making sure that no Bio-Mechs or what not had managed to slip past the front lines. Originally, he had just been doing it solo, his Brastle Tiger more than capable of handling itself. As personal began to pour into the base though he quickly found himself taking more than just himself on the patrol. Now, their patrol size was seven strong. It wasn't a complete surprise to him. The stories of his one-man heroics had over the years made him something of a legend amongst the military. They had just patrolled the last of the surrounding area and were now heading back to base.


"Hey Hoss, I hear there's a new wave of mercs coming in today," one of the soldiers remarked as they rushed across the desert towards Diplo. David merely grunted over the coms in response. David, like many other soldiers, had a slight disdain for mercenaries. It wasn't that they were particularly vile or evil people, it was that David had a natural distrust of where their loyalties lay.


Soon on the horizon appeared the Diplo base. As they entered in through the front gates, David stated over the coms, "Hoss to Diplo Command, patrol team is back, negative on enemy activity." There was the usual acknowledgement over the coms from Diplo Command as the patrol team entered Hanger 1.


There was large crowd of people moving out and the hanger had a lot more zoids in it than usual. It seemed like that new wave of mercs had arrived already. David's concern though was getting his zoid situated, grabbing some grub, and then spending a relaxing afternoon at the Oasis. As he continued to walk down the hanger, he was headed for his spot. It was his spot because he had been on the base larger than any of the new soldiers. That, plus his status as a small legend, had secured that no one touched his spot on the hanger deck. It was then he spotted it: a Berserk Fury. It was in his spot.


He pulled his Brastle Tiger to a stop in front of the Berserk Fury, smoothly exiting the zoid. David began to walk up to the young smiling woman leaning against the zoid. "Hey lady! You've got to move your zoid. You're in my spot," he yelled, not angry yet, but making sure she could hear him over the sounds of the hanger.


@CloudyBlueDay

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

Ms. Calisa Eris Monet


Hangar 1


There, in the hangar she rested on the leg of her Konig Wolf, headphones on her head, some electric pop with a violin blasting. Her eyes closed as she tapped one of her booted feet and tapped her fingers underneath the brown cloak that covered most of her body. She wasn't really paying attention to anything that was going on around her, yet when the Whale King had arrived somehow she could feel influx of people.


Her eyes slid open slowly, well one of them did, violet eye gazing out to a sudden wave of people hustling about the hangar. Her other eye followed suit and opened, getting to her feet and dusting her cloak off. Moving both of her gloved hands to the hood of the cloak, she slid it over her head. She was about to run to a bar, probably get something to drink, but get away from the rest of the people.


Before she could even get anywhere she managed to glance at the front gate as Captain Hoss and the patrol returned. She would have to move quickly, and get to sick bay somehow. She was supposed to be on that patrol, but had opted to play sick. That would learn her a heap of trouble if she got caught outside of it, so when she saw his Zoid moving into the the hangar she began to dash off.


Ducking and diving, before finally entering, and taking her place at the bar. A sigh escaped her lips as she dragged her gloved fingers across the bar. She wasn't sure what she was going to drink, but soon a beer had come into her possession. It wouldn't take more than a shrug before she started chugging down the alcoholic beverage before looking around at everyone moving about.


She still couldn't hear anything, the music was much too loud in her head. She just thought about it too. If she was supposed to be on duty and was hiding, a bar that's on base would not be a good place to hide for real.

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Rylie Freyhem


Main Hangar Floor
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As Rylie leaned against her Zoid proudly, someone came her way. The hangar noises were getting pretty loud, and even though this guy was just yelling to be heard, Rylie didn't like being yelled at. That was her job. Frowning and standing up straight, she crossed her arms and glared at the man. Rylie might've heard about 'The Hoss' once or twice but never was able to learn the face that went with the name, so there was really no way for her to realize that this was the legendary captain that defeated some sorta Bio-Something. She hadn't been in the army very long, hadn't heard many of those 'great war' stories. Nor did she really care for them. (Unless they were about her!)


Sure, maybe the guy seemed tough or sumn', but Rylie never relinquished anything without some explanation, even if it was as frivolous as a spot for your Zoid. But hey, this was a damn good spot, anyone could see her beastly Berserk Fury immediately if they walked in here, and that was what she wanted. Well, maybe they'd see it anyway because of it's monstrous height, but whatever. Plus, most of the other hangar spots were smaller, and she obviously didn't want her wonderful Zoid to be cramped.


Now she took a moment to examine his Zoid, a Brastle Tiger. Hmmn. Those were pretty sweet, yeah, but it didn't give him the right to come over and kick her out. There were plenty of other open spaces. Was this guy just looking for a fight? Ohoho, well if he was, she would happily give him one. Her Berserk Fury could step on his little tiger easy peasy. Or maybe a fist fight! 'Course, hadn't been too long since she'd gotten into one of those, heh.


She looked around the area where her Berserk Fury stood, but there didn't seem to be a name tag claiming this spot, just a number labeling it."You got your name on it?" Rylie yelled back, half out of anger, half so she would be heard. "'Cuz I don't see any names." Even if Rylie wasn't yelling, she'd still be heard throughout the hangar without even trying. She inhaled through her nostrils and exhaled quickly in a frustrated manner, attempting to show the man she was boss in this particular hangar.


@WritingMan someone gon get rekt [emoji14]

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Alcesi A. Elkin

Hangar



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Alcesi sipped his coffee, and looked at it disgruntled as he realized that it was beginning to simmer down in temperature, and was close to what he labeled as lukewarm. This was not good, as there was still a good bit left of the Coffee, and he did not like to drink big gulps, enjoying the small savory sips, but he was also very against the idea of not drinking it all while it was hot. There was also no way that he would drink the coffee without it being at a proper temperature, and the very thought was blasphemous.


Alcesi grimaced as he began to take larger sips of his drink, his worn out taste buds cringing at the slightly too strong taste that overpowered his taste buds and made it to where he was not able to savor anything other than the still rather hot liquid. Alcesi glared at the mug with hatred, blaming it for his misfortune, before moving on towards the giant open door of the Hanger. Walking into the large room, Alcesi took a sip of his coffee as he looked around at all of the new faces that were laughing together, chatting, and just plain out having a good time.





Alcesi envied them to a degree, for many reasons other than that they all probably had stronger taste buds then him. Most of them seemed to be rather cheerful, some of them even having the audacity to look rebellious as they moved all of their belongings from place to place and made sure their Zoids were in tip top shape. His own Zoid should be around here somewhere, probably in the back where he had placed it to keep it out of the way.


When he had arrived, he hadn't expected much traveling to ensue, so he had packed the fine Lanstag in the back, where it awaited its need. Alcesi did have plans on giving it a ride tomorrow though, so as to keep his skills up and the Lanstag in shape and structurally sound. However, Alcesi turned back to the issue of the new recruits and how he envied their sight. His was atrocious with his glasses, and he wished that he had been young when the war had started. Then, maybe, he wouldn't be as disadvantaged as he was now.


Looking across the Main Hangar Floor, however, Alcesi cocked his eyebrows as he saw the Captain Desmond yelling at some random girl and her Zoid, for one reason or another. He couldn't hear what they were saying, who would with all the sounds of the Hangar that were beginning to dissuade him from venturing any further in, but he kept at it as he moved closer.


He only had a to move a few more steps before realizing that the girl, in all of her lack of reason or gratuitous amounts of self-entitlement, chose to park her Zoid in the regular space for Captain Desmond's own Zoid. He knew it was his, because the last time he was in here, it had been the first thing he had seen in all of its glory. Alcesi nodded his head as he realized what the newbie might be getting herself into, unintentionally. Though, when he looked over there, it didn't seem as if the girl even recognized the Captain for what he was, as well as she seemed ticked off in her own right.


Taking a sip of his coffee and shaking his head at the tense situation before him, Alcesi moved forward towards what would definitely be an exhausting situation. Though, he knew the Captain could be orderly, so maybe the situation wouldn't be as bad as he thought, even if the girl was, at the moment, a wild card that he knew nothing about. Walking up right beside Desmond, Alcesi asked in an exhausted, slightly raspy voice, "Desmond, why haven't you got a sign up or something. It would probably have kept this from happening." Alcesi had no care for the way he spoke to the Legend like he was a common lad. Alcesi respected him, sure, but he was too old to care about any sort of formality.





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[Veteran Rookie]

Viktor Isayev
Entering Diplo Base > Hangar 2​

Several Gustav Zoids rumbled across the barren desert terrain maintaining a loose horizontal formation with each other. A large cloud of dust kicked up in their wake betraying their position and proximity to Diplo Base, but their intentions were not malicious. Not this time, anyways. Each of the gray woodlouse-looking Zoids towed two trailers behind it in series, and each trailer carried another Zoid as cargo. One of the Zoids being transported, a Gun Sniper, hailed Diplo Base on the radio so its pilot could establish their friendly intent.


"Diplo Base, Longshots caravan arriving as expected from the frontlines. Transmitting IFF information now." Crimson eyes diligently studied the projected screen in the cockpit as fingertips danced across a control console, sending and saving data. IFF signatures were important commodities in a war zone. They helped tell friend from foe, and allowed for recognition of units without visual acknowledgement. In the right hands, that information could also be used to assist triangulating artillery coordinates onto unfortunate soldiers. The Solia army knew better than to use the same IFF signatures over and over again, but all it would take was one slip up. A voice over the radio pulled Viktor back to reality, and he responded promptly.


"Correct. We will be conducting a personnel transfer of one pilot and his Zoid to the Solia military for contracted work. The rest of the caravan will refuel and depart with one of the Whale Kings to return North." Ahead of the three Gustavs the Longshots Lieutenant could see the front gates of the base opening in the distance. 'Another group arriving ahead of us?' thought Viktor curiously for a fleeting moment. The thought was easily dismissed as he returned to his work at hand. A sixth sense stirred within the back of his mind then. An almost nagging feeling, etched with sarcasm. The man scowled and shook his head before turning the radio off. "What is the use in washing you if you are just going to get dirty again within hours, hn?"


The desert terrain was never forgiving, nor was it known for its cleanliness either. With a bored gaze Viktor stared out the window to the other Zoids surrounding his. Paint was faded and hidden beneath layers of grit and dust on all of the biomechanical lifeforms. None were sparred from the cruel living conditions of the region. It was a marvel exposed joint pistons could function at all in this environment. As if in response to his comment the air conditioner within the cockpit coughed and died. Viktor raised a brow, unamused, and rapped one of the vents with the back of a fist. "You are just the worst," lamented the man as they began to reach the entrance to Diplo Base.


After the caravan made it inside Viktor's Gun Sniper was untethered from its trailer. He said his goodbyes to his fellow Longshots then piloted his Zoid towards the hangars. Hangar 1 seemed a good a spot as any. At least it did, until he spied how crowded it was. The excess of people in military uniforms was a little off putting, too. Once more he felt a familiar itch gnawing at his thoughts. "I agree. Let us see how Hanger 2 looks instead."


To both of their satisfaction Hangar 2 wasn't nearly as crowded, and so Viktor's Gun Sniper was parked in an empty stall. After exiting the cockpit and ordering his Zoid to 'behave itself' the man used a handheld tablet to check on a few things. His contract hadn't been cancelled, but that was a mixed bag in itself. He did not like fighting for or with the Solia Empire, but they paid well enough. His gaze lifted to scour his surroundings in search of anyone who might look like they could direct him to who was in charge.


Then again, a shower sounded nice. A nice cold shower. And a beer. Or three. Viktor sighed in irritation knowing he wasn't going to allow himself either luxury till he found out what was going on. Still dressed in his unmarked desert fatigues and boonie hat it was understandable that the regular military personnel didn't know what to think upon seeing him. Any looks of disapproval from the smarter soldiers was met simply with Viktor's smug smirk as he continued his search. The information in his tablet mentioned a 'Jacob Saunders,' but upon asking around the mercenary swore under his breath as he was told the man was in Hangar 1 of all places.

 

[WritingMan]

Cpt. David "Hoss" Desmond
Hanger 1



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David was a bit surprised by this woman's attitude. She didn't seem to realize who she was talking to. He took a look over the shorter woman. She certainly seemed frustrated, angry even, at him. Her body posture was that of one who did what they wanted, when they wanted. And if they didn't have their own way, they threw a fit. If she was a new recruit in the military, boy oh boy was she in for a rude awakening. David was mulling over what exactly he wanted to do with her.


Suddenly, he jumped slightly as he heard Alcesi's general tired and rapsy voice come from beside him. Damn that old man moved silently for his age. It wasn't the first time he had surprised David with his presence. It also wouldn't be the last. Alcesi's presence, though, added a little bit of fun to the situation. He decided then what he was going to do to this new recruit.


"Ah, Alcesi," he said, greeting the old man warmly. David made sure to intentionally ignore the woman, not even bothering to respond to her question. "You're looking as tired as ever," David jibed. David put his hand to his chin, stroking it monetarily as if in thought, before saying, "Say, Alcesi, you're the resident Information Corps Director, right?" The question was rhetorical in nature. David knew full well what Alcesi's position was. However, he was asking that not so he would have conformation, but so that the woman would know just who Alcesi was. David's tone of voice indicated to Alcesi what he was planning on doing. Making recruits sweat bullets was a common thing among officers. It provided not only fun, but also an important lesson to the recruit.


"So, my memory's just a bit hazy, but what's the reprimand for speaking back to a superior? And not just any superior, but an officer? I seem to remember it involving some amount of time in a cell. Oh, and I suppose we add in refusing an order too for good measure..." He trailed off, waiting for Alcesi to add on. He kept an eye on the woman, wanting to see how she acted to their conversation. Things were looking up today for David. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a boring day after all.


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[Brax]

Shay Lorens


[Hangar - Main Floor]
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There was something interesting about loving a person. Coming to understand everything as if it were your own; look, smell and sound.


When Rylie's voice echoed throughout the hangar, Shay's face practically turned pale. There was no way that voice belonged to any other person. In his slight moment of excitement, he began looking extensively for a particular Zoid. Tyrannosaurus in type, grayish in color. The Berserker Fury was easier to pick out than a dog in a line-up of cats. Shay was all but surprised when he saw that very same Zoid elevated on its lift. Immediately, Shay's heart dropped into his stomach. However, regardless of how he was feeling, there was another matter that called for his attention more at the moment.


A woman had been checking his Mugen Liger out. Shay did not blame the female for doing so. All things considered, it was an amazing specimen. Armored to the teeth, high-damage melee weaponry in addition to ranged options. Any lover of Zoids, who knew anything about them, would appreciate such a beautiful work of natural art. She had walked all around the mecha, mumbling sweet nothings to herself - though, nothing that Shay could make out. Instead, he interfered with her own personal mental processes with a simple introduction. "Hey." That was all that need to be said, at the given moment. Of course, it did not help that Shay was only halfway there.


He had not seen Rylie in years. What the hell was she doing at Diplo? Where the hell was his son?


If he had the capacity to actually be able and willing to show a bit of his uneasiness, chances were Shay would have been sweating cold at that given moment. Instead, however, he kept his cool. Despite possibly appearing slightly flighty due to his consciousness being in two separate places at once, Shay always maintained a stupendous poker face. Eyes kept fixated on the raised Berserker Fury, but he was perfectly capable of maintaining a conversation if the need arose. Considering the ensuing interaction was becoming more and more awkward due to the woman's sheer appreciation, Shay found himself having to figure out what exactly her motive for standing around him was.


Hayden was all ready in his Barigator. He had been out of the picture for a little while; it was only him and this woman he had never met before. His eyes were hard-pressed to peel from Rylie's Zoid, but Shay had a situation at hand which he felt was better to diffuse than let fester. Funny how something as simple as an innocent person checking out his Zoid suddenly became a suspicious act. This was largely in part due to the fact that Shay's existence at Diplo was for nothing more than what most thieves would consider the 'heist of a lifetime'. Plans might have to change if Rylie was here, though. And those chances were becoming an increasing reality, especially given all the pieces of the puzzle had apparently been gathered together.


Eyes had found themselves looking at the Mugen Liger. Upon hearing the woman's response to his initial greeting, Shay would follow up rather quickly. "What's your name and unit?" This, of course, was not the equivalent of asking the female what her name and sign was... Well, maybe half of it was. After a short pause, he was quick to speak once more. "Lumiere, please say hi to our new friend." In what was a rather quick process, the Mugen Liger's eyes instantly became illuminated. Then, it opened it's mouth at a rather slow pace, extending its neck and head upward toward the ceiling of the hanger. This was before it let out an extremely loud roar, one that took over the sounds of every mundane task within the vicinity. After a five second stretch it stopped. However, the dirty looks from multiple personnel were certainly not happy.


Shay was likely to go fish out Rylie, or at least find whoever owned the Berserker Fury to make sure it was not her. He did not actually believe the sound that his Zoid made would draw her near the source; well, he at least hoped not. Shay would much rather walk up on Rylie on his own terms, then have her randomly stumble upon him. Chances were, it would not have looked as good. Then again, did it really matter what looked good to Rylie at this point? It had been a number of years since they last spoke; a majority of which was undoubtedly his fault. Why would she even want to see his face anyway? Chances were slim that he was going to get out of being punched in the face. It certainly came with the territory.


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[DamagedGlasses]

Alcesi A. Elkin

[Hangar]
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Alcesi had been surprised at the tone of voice Desmond had, the underlying tinge of tease surprising him for a bit, before he caught on. He wasn't one for mischief of this kind usually, but this teasing lesson was probably much better than a scolding this early into the welcoming day. Taking a sip of his coffee, Alcesi stroked his beard in faux consideration, before glancing at the girl, and back to Desmond saying, "I don't know for sure Captain Desmond, but I would wager that you're on the right track. A few days in the cell might correct her askew way of thinking." Alcesi shot a orange twinkling glance up to the girl in question, and shouted over the sounds of others the best he could. His voice came out deep and guttural as he increased the pitch, "What do you say girl, a few days in the cell? Or you give ole' Captain Desmond here, his spot back?"


Alcesi's grin dropped as he was done talking, not having enough care to expend any more energy on the little facade. Taking a sip of his coffee, Alcesi shot an appraising look at the Zoid, whispering to Desmond, "That is a finely crafted Zoid she has there. Is this one of the Mercenaries? Or is she just a greenie from the main base?" Alcesi stopped for a second, before asking the girl, "Are you a contracted soldier? You sure don't have the dog tags." Either way, Alcesi's glance had revealed all he needed to know about the girl. She was a fighter, and they needed fighters on their side if they were going to win this thing.


That angry attitude, the independence, the will to do what she needs for what she wants, all of it reminded Alcesi of the fighters of the past, the way they always seemed to be rearing for a go at the enemy. It was disappointing that most of his generation hadn't even had the chance to fight before their untimely deaths.


Taking another sip of his coffee, Alcesi looked at the Zoid again, and the details of it all cemented his earlier thoughts. If the girl could pilot something like this, than she would be a great help against the monstrosities the enemy had. Alcesi, even after all of his years, could still not think of the enemy's weapons without disgust, it even made the residual taste of coffee in his mouth go sour.


Alcesi was thankfully distracted from his sour thoughts of the past and present, by a very loud roar, one that came from somewhere in the Hangar. It wasn't anything to be surprised at. With this many Zoids in one place, nobody should be really surprised, though the amount of time it lasted, and its pitch, made Alcesi think that it might not have been as accidental as it usually was.


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[Shura]

Ashlin Hunter

Hanger 1 - Main Floor
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Cerulean eyes scanned over the impressive armor which adorned the liger making it stand out slightly against the more war worn mechs. Who ever owned the Mech obviously took extensive care of his zoid which is something she commended. She started studying it much more critically picking out the customization in place. It wasn't the first time she had seen a Mugen Liger. For one the blades were definitely upgraded with Leonite, same for the blades upon its mane, a wise choice for anyone who was going to see a lot of melee combat. The armor also appeared to be reinforced where possibly old common injuries once stood. It had some markings of battle but nothing glaringly obvious.


A voice caught part of her attention causing her to glance quickly at the owner of the voice, "Uh... Hi..." She replied not really paying him much mind as her eyes found themselves studying the zoids some more. The man had been looking off somewhere else so it was possibly just a polite passing Hi. In the back of her mind something started to gnaw at her, like she had been forgetting something. Like manners. It took her a second or two before realizing someone was trying to make conversation and looked back to the man who stood before her still lingering around the zoid. He spoke up again and Ash managed to keep her attention focused on him this time.


"Oh me? Ashlin Hunter. Shadow Fox, stealth speed class. He's right over there." She replied motioning over to a few docks over where the stealth zoid was resting. It looked to be an older zoid who had seen his fare share of life but still stood strong and ready to face any hardships to come. Ash smiled slightly looking over to her old friend excited to be able to upgrade his melee weaponry. Restoring the mech had been a mission of patience, dedication and love to say the least but it was a task she did willingly.


The mans voice spoke up again, this time she had managed to miss the words but caught motion of the large zoid before her. She watched as its dull eyes glowed back to life like a sleeping guardian who had woken up for a well deserved slumber. It shifted slightly and craned its head before letting out a rather loud echoing roar it rose above all other sounds with in the hanger and caused her ears to ring faintly. however it was a sound that resonated deep with in her causing flutters of excitement in her stomach. It really couldn't be helped. Her love of Zoids was clear as day and it showed in the glow of her eyes and the wide grin across her face


"Magnificent!" She giggled softly "Are you the pilot?"


 
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[Penelope Burns]

Vienna Louis

Hangar 2, Upper Deck​

"Central this is Ghost-Two, returning from patrol, we clear for landing?" Vienna asked over the radio, hoping for an immediate response. Her patrol had been fairly uneventful, mostly filled with covering a supply run from aerial raids. Not like air raids actually happened, Oxeria hadn't even sent a small force to attack the base in ages.


"Ghost-Two you are clear to land, repeat Ghost-Two you are clear to land. You get any souvenirs for us this time?" The operator asked, opening up for banter yet again. Vienna enjoyed having those short moments of dialogue, and especially liked having someone work so close to her who wasn't completely grim.


"Not this time, Central, though you'll be the first I call when I find something." She joked, ending the conversation as she prepared to land. While Vienna trusted her Zoid, Falco, she knew that landing was never easy, especially when the base was alive with recent transfers as well as the resting resuppliers.


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With a deep breath, Vienna took the final step and landed Falco safely in the nearly full hangar. Of course there would be dozens of people here, it wasn't like air and ground patrols needed to dock or anything. "Safe and sound down here, Central, just thought I might let you know." Vienna said before taking off her bulky headset and helmet. She knew the response would be all official like, as the closing one always was, so there really wasn't a point in hearing it again.


With the landing complete. Vienna removed herself from Falco to meet with the new crew, sure that there would be at least one person who needed a tour.

 

[Der Kojote]

Jacob kept on hearing a commotion on the other side of the hanger; He looked over seeing what the cause of it all was. He shook his head to see it was Captain Dessmond and Director Elkin talking with one of the mercenaries. The source of contention…the captain’s spot had been taken. He sighed and began walking over. This was going to be fun to sort through. Ahh God…let’s hope that everyone is in diplomatic mood.


He approached the group and saluted to the director and the Captain, “Sirs! Second Lieutenant Saunders reporting. The fault is not hers; crew on the whale-king was instructed to quickly offload zoids and supplies, they were not prepped or informed of any potential favorite and or reserved spots sir! Also sir, policy dictates that mercenaries and independent contractors cannot be reprimanded by any other officer other official liaisons or direct commanding officer, sir. Command is really tough on that…reprimanding contractors involves a mess of paperwork, and has to go through at least three different intergovernmental agencies, apparently they did this to simplify the command structure and the paperwork.” He looked at the Captain, “The logic doesn’t work out. I will prepare a report and complaint to the higher officials as soon as I can.”


He then turned to the merc, “However. I will recommend you at least cede the spot to the captain. The spot is calibrated to his zoid, and that allows optimum repair times, and this is war, a few seconds may mean the difference between victory and defeat in a battle. If you please cede up the spot, I will promise you I will get to calibrating whatever spot you pick. However, let’s try and get this day moving as smoothly as possible without incident."


(Liason policies made by gm. Aku wished you were on so I could have mined you for military knowledge, Sorry @Shura for not budging.)


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@DamagedGlasses

 

[Veteran Rookie]

Viktor Isayev
Hangar 2​

The merc opted to stay in Hangar 2 for the time being. He didn't feel like making the walk to find Jacob at this point, and if his attendance was really important the liaison would find him anyways. He used the time he had now to finalize his claimed spot in the hangar instead. Registering his Gun Sniper on the maintenance panel was easy enough having gone through the motions of the task in several over Solia Empire hubs recently. After that was complete he checked the system's storage inventory for a shipment he had sent ahead of himself. According to the database's records his Zoid's extra gear had arrived a couple days ago, and was ready for pickup. Viktor punched in an identifying code to claim the parcel, and then sent in a request to have it moved to his stall in the hangar. The CP-13 Wild Weasel kit still needed its radar dish repaired from a previous job, but Viktor would feel more comfortable knowing he had the extra firepower quick at hand.


Still left with time to kill he took his time moving to the upper decks in the hangar. The stroll gave him a chance to take a good look at the other Zoids sharing the storage area. Most of what he saw was the typical military array. Simplistic yet relatively efficient Zoids in nearly all states of repair. A particularly sad looking Iron Kong had most of its armor plating torn up, and its right arm drooped at the shoulder as if threatening to fall off. The Longshots merc didn't have to ask what could cause that sort of damage. Any soldier who didn't know what a Bio Zoid could do deserved to get torn apart like the behemoth of a gorilla before him. Viktor had to wonder how the pilot made it back in one piece at all. That answer would have to wait, if he ever found out at all.


Standing at one of the railings of the upper deck now he couldn't help but look towards an aerial Zoid carefully landing nearby. The man had to clap a hand down over his hat so the powerful downwash from the engines didn't blow it off his head. Once things quieted down he focused his attention on the Zoid. He had never been good at identifying fliers by sight, especially out in the field when he would only ever catch a glimpse of them at a distance, or diving towards him at ridiculous speeds. 'Squirrely bastards,' he thought to himself dryly. As a land based Zoid pilot Viktor almost envied those who operated fliers. Almost. Scarlet optics focused next on the pilot as she disembarked. He didn't see any distinguishing insignias on her suit, but maybe his angle was just wrong. The woman was about to walk past him in a few seconds by the time he called out to her.


"Hey." No 'hello,' or 'greetings' or anything else of that prissy nature. They weren't out here in the middle of a desert to have a tea party. "What wing do you fly with?" His inquiry had nothing to do with initiating casual banter. Viktor was simply curious to know what other mercenary bands were involved in this operation, if any. He wanted to know if he could count on air support or not in any upcoming battles. There were some infamous squadrons taking part in the war, after all. "The Garudas? Boomers?" His tone was neutral for the most part, and his posture was relaxed. His eyes were ever alert, though; his gaze shifted to look behind the female pilot, back to her Zoid. There were no other fliers landing at the moment so he assumed she had no real unit. Either that or they all got shot down just now. His stare reset itself back on the woman. "Or are you another solo freelancer?"


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[CloudyBlueDay]

Rylie Freyhem


Main Hangar Floor
​

Rylie narrowed her eyes as another man came, looking much older then the first and holding a cup of coffee. "Desmond, why haven't you got a sign up or something. It would probably have kept this from happening." The old man was right! That was very true. It wasn't like he was a commanding officer or something like that, otherwise he woulda (or shoulda) said that. Rylie turned back to the man claiming this was his spot, awaiting his answer to that. "Say, Alcesi, you're the resident Information Corps Director, right?"





Rylie stopped. She tilted her head ever so slightly to the side. She knew his tone meant something was coming, and it wasn't going to be good. Alcesi was a weird name, too. "So, my memory's just a bit hazy, but what's the reprimand for speaking back to a superior? And not just any superior, but an officer? I seem to remember it involving some amount of time in a cell. Oh, and I suppose we add in refusing an order too for good measure..." Now, if you were anyone else, you probably would've paled at these words, or began to sweat like a bullet, but Rylie prided herself in never showing a single sign of weakness. She bit the inside of her cheek in thought, uncrossing her arms and glaring towards her Zoid, which would have to be moved. "I.. Sorry, sir. I didn't know." Rylie grumbled, raising a hand in salute, preparing to walk towards her Zoid and park it somewhere else. "Are you a contracted soldier? You sure don't have the dog tags." Rylie brushed some of her hair behind her ear. "Uh, no, sir. Transport guard. I'd give you the whole shabang but I assume you'd rather have me move my Zoid." She raised an eyebrow at Alcesi, wanting to hear his response to that, but then another person appeared. Jeez, so much for trying to lay low today.


He seemed rather hyper for a second lieutenant, this kid, and the metal clips made him look dorky in her opinion. Rylie couldn't help but smile as the man explained that it wasn't her fault. Damn right, how was she supposed to know that this was a commanding officer's spot? Once he finished his rambling and turned to her, she sighed inwardly because she knew she would have to move her Zoid anyway. "It's alright, I'll just take one of the empty ones, no need to calibrate whatever." Rylie turned and banged (sorta gently) on the right side of the Zoid. The Berserk Fury opened and she jumped inside, cringing as someone else's Zoid that sounded a lot like a Mugen Liger let out a giant roar. Damn, stole her idea.


Rylie seemingly easily maneuvered the Berserk Fury into the next empty space. She'd been piloting it for years now, and even if it was hard, Rylie enjoyed making a show of how easy it look. Once that was done, she hopped out, clapped her hands together in that manner like you were getting off some dirt, and nodded towards Desmond, Alcesi, and the new kid. "Done."


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[Penelope Burns]

Vienna Louis

Hangar 2, Upper Deck​

As she exited Falco and headed out of the hangar, she thought of the warm bath she was going to have. A nice, relaxing time to rest was all she needed, and it was especially valuable since so few people had such free moments. Even Vienna herself had little actual time to do things like relax, especially since she was always late to various events and shifts anyway.


Before she could do anything, however, she was stopped by someone else. He was quite rude, not even giving his name before trying to pry for information. His Oxerian accent was obvious, he had probably lived there his entire life before the way, or at least a large portion of it. "I'm Vienna, thank you for asking." She said to him, her own Oxerian accent almost unnoticeable compared to his.


If he wanted to be an ass, she'd make sure to be difficult for him. It was only fair, seeing as he was interrupting her bath time.


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[GeneralZod]

Hayden Senayh

Main Hangar Floor
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When Hayden finally finished the last system scan and checked everything out he managed to relax for a moment in the cockpit and look around. There were zoids of many types gorilla, wolf and what seemed to be the most common type these days, the liger. It wasn't a big deal to Hayden though, his Barigator could tank through any sort of damage that these 'ligers' had, be it teeth or missles so they weren't a threat to him. "Well buddy I gotta start doing things." The barigator opened its mouth enough so that Hayden could exit the cockpit. As Cuddles opened his mouth all of the sharp leonite teeth could be easily seen along with Hayden walking down the middle of it. He would have just jumped out the side if he could but that was probably going to risky bodily harm.


As he was almost off of his zoid he noticed that Shay was speaking with some teenager who was going all crazy eyed over the liger. Hayden spoke loudly in their direction in an attempt to join the conversation. "Its just a liger. You see hundreds of those things every day. You'd think they were just mass produced." Hayden said in a joking manner despite being completely serious. If you want to see a real beast of a zoid you should check out my Barigator." He finished as he finally stepped out of its mouth and heading in the direction of the two.


Hayden took another look around the hanger seeing that one zoid, a shadow fox had recently activated. It was a stealth zoid and clearly a bit on the older side but was obviously in working order. After he was finally in range to speak normally he smiled a bit trying to look friendly. "So I assume that stealth zoid in the distance is yours?" It looked to be older than her, how did she get her hands on it anyway? Did she steal it or did she get it from a family member? He let it slide as it really wasn't going to make a difference in is life at all, she was probably just a kid with a zoid who thought they looked cool.


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[Brax]

Rylie & Shay

[A collaborative post by CloudyTree]

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A stealth-based Zoid. Shadow Foxes were beautiful, in Shay's opinion. Not too many people owned them, but they happened to be completely underrated. When the Berserker Fury began moving, Shay instantly took notice. It was when the pilot of the Zoid hopped out that he realized that this conversation would have to be put on pause. "I'm the pilot." Taking a couple of steps backwards, Shay continued looking at the female. "Listen, I gotta go take care of some things. Looks like my past has finally caught up to me. I'll catch you in a bit, all right? We'll finish this conversation."


Unbeknownst to Shay, he had missed the reappearance of Hayden. Pressing two fingers up to his forehead, Shay loosely flopped the salute out in her direction before turning in his backwards stride. Walking in the general direction of the Berserker Fury, he passed multiple pilots and random military personnel that had been wandering about, performing their own duties. A minute or two saw Shay stopping his stroll but a couple of feet behind Rylie. Pupils grew in size. Breathing became slightly shallow.





"Where's my son?"


Rylie turned around. There was that too familiar face, that too familiar voice, asking that question that Rylie had dreaded for so long. She'd planned it all out in her head, how she would react, but all of it disappeared from her brain. He had surprised her. "With a friend." She said firmly while looking away as nonchalantly as she could. That Mugen Liger.. that was his, wasn't it? She shoulda known. Sucking in a breath, Rylie mustered up the courage to stare him in the eye. "Hello, Shay." She muttered through gritted teeth.


The pit in his stomach had disappeared when a small part of the weight on his consciousness became partially absolved. Light hues looked back into Rylie's own, moving focus from one eye to the other. Studying her features, Shay came to the recognition that a lot of time had passed between the two seeing each other last. She had become more mature, and definitely even more confident than the last time he remembered. "Ry. You look good. I'm glad to see that you're doing all right for yourself." Eyes left the other's face to peer down at the ground beside him. Part of him felt so much shame in just simply standing there. It was the effect that merely seeing Rylie had on him.


The way he seemed to be studying her made her feel a bit on edge, and the awkward silence didn't help how she felt either. When he complimented her, though.. Rylie hadn't exactly expected that. That was it? He was done asking? Had she lied that well? The way he so suddenly switched topic, and basically just commented on how well her life was looking. "Er.. well, uh, you look good too." She awkwardly drummed her fingers against her thigh, unsure of what to say next. It had been a really long time, and all the time she spent trying to forget about their son and Shay was down the drain.


Letting the silence run it's course for the next couple of seconds, Shay started speaking once more. "What are you doing here?" Shay wondered if Rylie had joined in order to just throw her life away. At a time where their son probably needed his mother more than anything. How much time had she spent away from him, and how much longer would she be gone? Shay contemplated asking more questions, but he found himself rather short of breath. The feeling of simply just standing in front of Rylie had made him nauseous; a reminder of his failure.


Rylie frowned. "Probably the same reason you're here." She said, rather annoyed at that question. It wasn't like she was here for any other reason to fight, honestly. Shay should know that. Hadn't she told him thousands of times that she always wanted a spot in the army? Then she blinked. Oh.. he still thought that their son was with her.. right. "I mean, I don't know how long I'll be staying because of Toby.. but.. you know I always wanted this, right?" How long was she going to keep this lie up? Rylie knew that he wanted to know a lot of other things, that was just Shay, but he seemed pretty flustered too. "You alright?"


Shay blinked. Told him a thousand times? Was it possible that throughout the duration of their relationship, that Shay never really listened to any of Rylie's wants and needs? Well, of course. It was one of the reasons they were not still together, after all. "I'm glad you got your shot, then, kid." Shay would be fine if she was happy, but suddenly his motivation to be in the army slightly became skewed. Originally, he wanted to steal. He could care less about fighting. However, if the mother of his child was to be fighting, then Shay had to make sure that the mother of his child was fine. If not for the fact that his son needed his mother, then for the fact that he still loved her... Even if that love was no longer romantic. "I'm fine, as always."


After another short pause, Shay let off a small smile before turning his body slightly back in the direction he came from. "I'll be keeping my eye on you, Ry... If this is what you want, then I know you'll kill it. You can go as far as you want if you put your mind to it. Take it from someone who knows." Walking away from the form of his ex-girlfriend, he extended a hand up into the air.


The open-palm indicated that he was waving goodbye. With the intention of heading back to his Mugen Liger, Shay began his brief walk.


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