Fandom Zoids - Bio War

[Shura]

Ashlin Hunter

Hanger 1​

"Uh.. yeah sure..." she muttered as the pilot to the Liger wandered off. It suited her just fine as the zoid really did interest her more. She admired it a few seconds more before someone called over. Her eyes traveled over to the source spotting another man near a rather vicious looking Barigator. She made her way over still studying the zoid, it was a truly underrated Zoid against other like Berserkers and Ligers.


"Hm ligers overall are common base type but the Mugen Ligers of that form are fairly rare due to the evolution which needs to take place." She rambled but stop her self short before going to detail about what the process of evolution was.


Adjusting her glasses slightly she gave a small grin. "Your Zoid is fairly impressive as well. It should do well against the raptors since their center of gravity is normally high." She said eyes still wandering over the body of the zoid. It looked old but still strong and deadly, The fact that it was underrated was why it was so deadly at times. The zoid was well taken care of which was something she could respect in another pilot.


Her perked up slightly as he zoid was brought up and she grinned brightly. "Yes! The shadow fox is mine" she beamed proudly.


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[Veteran Rookie]

Viktor Isayev
Hangar 2​

Just his luck. A comedian. He wondered what this world was coming to when manners superseded information in a war zone. Viktor felt his jaw clench in annoyance at Vienna's flippant remark. The subtlety of her accent was not lost on him, but it mattered little in the grand scheme of things. Many people had fled from the Oxerian Empire for their own reasons, with himself being one of them. He didn't feel like sharing his life story with a stranger, or anyone for that matter. In that respect he didn't expect or want Vienna to divulge any sob story she might have been burdened with either.


"I did not ask," replied the man flatly, and not very helpfully at all. He allowed a moment of silence to fall as he studied her posture and body language. She was unyielding like a brick wall. A door would need to be made. The mere thought of being friendly almost made bile rise up in his throat. No, that was not a courtesy he would extend to Vienna after just having met her. However, he could be cooperative in the very least. So long as she didn't want to do something as absurd as hold hands and sing kumbaya.


"Viktor Isayev," he said at last. "A Lieutenant of the Longshots mercenaries." There, he introduced himself. If she was expecting a salute or handshake to go along with it she was about to be sorely disappointed because it wasn't going to happen. "I would like to know who I might be working with in the future. That is all. I was under the impression that it is a very routine request for people in our line of work. Although, I suspect with a Zoid like that-" Again his stare moved beyond Vienna back to her winged partner. "We will not be seeing much of each other unless something has gone awry, and one of us needs immediate support. There is also a chance we may be placed in the same scouting patrol." Viktor's eyes returned to the woman.


"The Longshots typically do not field fliers, but we have assisted in the recovery of downed Zoids before. On the flip side reliable air support is always appreciated. Which is why I asked what squadron you are from. Vienna."


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[Morridan]

Aarius Germaine


Diplo Base / Hangar 1
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The whale king seemed to shift ever so slightly as a mass of 3% of its own weight shifted within. *Pang* A metallic sound echoed out of the large zoid's mouth, seeming to have come from the back portion of its inner hangar. A set of red rectangles lit up from within the dark depths of the dimly lit ,military barred-light, zoid transport area. A flash of silver shimmered within as the two red rectangles, both of which had a strange 'slope' to them that seemed to 'point' towards the area between them shifted. The metal on metal contact that had echoed out before came again. But this time, it seemed it was being rapidly tapped. The set of red eyes swayed gently from the left to the right as it also bobbed up and down as the zoid the eyes belonged to took its 'odd' strides. The dark area of the hanger was ending and showed a very wide, yet still dark shadow within. The shape of which was almost alien-like. Two large appendages on thee front, coupled by a thick swaying tail that was curved up like the letter 'C'. The movements stopped, and with them, the eyes dimmed, leaving it in darkness once again.


The momentary silence was soon broken as a mechanical *KSSSSH-KUK-KUK-KUK* sound like that of a science fiction spider-monster echoed out as the red 'eyes' flashed with a brilliant shine. The eyes flew at great speeds towards the entrance of the whale king, landing outside of its mouth from nearly the middle of the gargantuan Whale-Zoid and out in front of three others who were actually supposed to be getting off of the Whale-King before it. As the light met the surface of the Scorpion-Zoid, all eight of its legs had swayed and slowly outstretched themselves from its abrupt leap and also sudden landing. The jet black metal surface was a rich, deep, abyss of 'color'. Or rather, a lack there of. One's eyes may even find themselves lost in the vastness of the black paint itself. The red vent-plates and highlights signaled to everyone looking upon it, just like a black widow's hourglass, that it was not something to be trifled with.


Among the black and red were long flashes of the same silver as before. The previous 'glints' of light that reflected from deep inside was now easily recognized as long blades. And the vice-grip like claws of the Scorpion-Zoid made deep *CLANK* sounds as it seemed to flex its 'might'. Every piece of equipment was painstakingly fitted to perfectly fit the seams of the armor. Each metal auxiliary wire was a flirtatious 'hug' against the contour of its frame. And yet despite all of the clean first glances, several dents and very small trenches were carved into the metal from previous battles. But all of this detail paled when compared to the crowning jewel of this Zoid. Resting atop of its tail was a custom built, full-rotary, Charged Partacle Beam Cannon. Surrounding the barrel of this devastating weapon were four long blades that opened up like a deadly flower, blooming open before clasping back together into a sharp point in front of the cannon's barrel.


The 320 ton Zoid raised its front four legs as if to stretch before being placed back down on the ground. The titanic creature lowered its center of gravity and tucked its thick armored legs in as it 'gently' walked forwards so that it could also lower its tail and not cause any un-necessary damage to the entrance of the hangar. The top half of the scorpion's head opened up, revealing several unique interface additions. The entire inside seemed like a pod for entering 'virtual reality'. The materials seemed to also be custom tailored to fit its pilot. The helmet came off of what seemed like a middle-aged man with a mustache that did not seem too happy. Then again, life wasn't too cheerful sometimes. Military work never really was.


The man slowly emerged as the 'dash-board' lifted up on a piston-drive that allowed for him to duck forwards and exit the cockpit, leaving his 'gloves' and his helmet to hang within above the seat. His pants widened at the ankles as he took his first few steps forwards, out of his zoid, who had been parked in the very middle of the hangar. This man fished out a set of coke-bottle sunglasses that had an orange hue to them and sat them on the top of his ears, allowing them to fall onto the bridge of his nose. On his belt was forty or so dog-tags that seemed to either be rusty or.... some sort of grizzly souvenirs of battle. He rubbed underneath of his nose as he looked among every Zoid there. He eventually laid eyes upon a Mugen Liger and a Berserk Fury. "Go park yourself." The man with the numerous dog-tags said. The Zoid made a Metallic arachnid-like clicking and clacking sound as it closed its own cockpit and slammed its claws together as it looked at all of the other zoids on its way to an empty 'lot'.


The man slowly made his way towards the Liger, squinting through his sun-glasses at the Berserk Fury with what seemed to be a scrutinizing stare. He turned his attention to the people at the Liger, stopping near an old man and what seemed to be a decently decorated military man. He looked between the two groups and pocketed his hands. He coughed as if to clear his throat or gather someone's attention, definitely speaking loud enough for anyone within the hangar to hear him over most of the noises. "EHEM... Where can I find the one responsible for paying me?" He asked this question with an almost 'commanding' tone to his voice as if he was pressed for time. Hell, everyone here was likely pressed for time. He assumed cutting straight to the chase and asking for immediate direction would be the path with the least amount of effort.


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[Penelope Burns]

Vienna Louis

Hangar 2, Upper Deck​

"You did not ask, yet I provided. Hello Viktor." Vienna said to the man, still annoyed by his attitude. He was obviously new to the base, thinking that anyone would simply open up completely within first meeting them. His talking about the 'Longshots' or whatever they were was far too boring for her tastes, seeing as she knew basically nothing about him and his way of explaining things was, at best, boring.


She examined him for a moment, noting his base appearance and posture. He had a few scars, though nothing of note, his hat covered most of his hair, and his posture needed work. Overall he seemed like he simply didn't care enough to make himself look any better, and the way he acted in conversation only seemed to boost this idea.


"I'm a solo pilot. Shadow-Two is what they call me in the air." She said, making sure to sound as distant as possible. She didn't want this conversation to continue, especially while he acted in such a way. She hoped the way she responded would give him the hint, though considering how he had been acting she very much doubted he would take the hint.


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Kiara


Returning from patrol


After the long night, and morning of nothing. She headed back with her zoid going not slow, but not fast. She just remembered that there were new recruitments, and maybe some mercenaries. She likes mercenaries to a point since most actually do thing. Plus a lot of them are fun to hang out with. She saw the base within sight. She smiled seeing the hangar filled with more Zoids.


She dismissed the soldier's she took on the patrol. She put her zoid in her hanger, and smiled at her still clean zoid. Deciding to see what was happening. She saw many new people. Seeing David Hoss, and Alcesi, Kiara started walking towards them. She smiles as a mercenary walks up, wondering about his payment. "Well Jacob can take care you." She said walking up to them, and pointed in the direction of Jacob.


(Short sorry.)


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[GeneralZod]

Hayden Senayh

Main Hangar Floor
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Hayden nodded slightly agreeing with her about how impressive his zoid was. "Yeah, I doubt any zoid could take down cuddles, specially a run of the mill liger." Hayden spoke proudly but with a air of overconfience. The confidence did not last long though as he remember the problematic speed of his zoid. "Although Cuddles isn't very fast and I am vulnerable when he tries to bite the leg off of an opponent." Cuddles made a small noise of disapproval behind him as Hayden turned back to his zoid. "Sorry but you aren't perfect at everything buddy." The zoid shifted its head away from Hayden as it was clearly growing bored just like his pilot. "Poor Cuddles, getting bored because he was locked in this hanger. He wants to get out and fight things, can't say I blame him though I would love to fight a wild zoid right now.


"So that shadow fox, how old is it? It looks ancient." Hayden said holding no opinion back in his typical blunt fashion. She had to have received that zoid from her father or something and the answer had to be at least something of worth to keep his boredom at bay. As he waited for an answer the feel of hunger started rear is ugly head as he tried to ignore it. He was going to finish this conversation then go get food.


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[Shura]

Ashlin Hunter

Hangar One​

Cuddles? Ash blinked a few times a bit baffled by the name that was given to the zoid. She had heard of some weird names before but never anything such as cuddles. Keeping down an amused chuckle Ash tried to keep a neutral expression and pay more attention to the actual zoid. Her amusement died however when he mentioned fighting some wild zoids. "You really shouldn't attack wild zoids or pick fights with them." She said trying to keep any harshness from her voice. Wild zoids were easy targets for cocky pilots who wanted to test their skill. She knew not every wild zoid was passive and some would attack but fighting out of self defense and fighting just because you can were two very, very different things.


Shifting her gaze over to her Zoid a small smile found her face. "He's seen his fair share of battles, Probably 20-ish years old. He belonged to my father but he passed it down to me." She explained watching the powered down fox from a far. "He's been upgraded a few times and has new armor but something still show with age." She shrugged slightly. "Don't let his age fool you though, Shadow has plenty of fight still in him."


 
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[Brax]

Shay Lorens


[ Hangar - 1 ]
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When Shay had finally made his way back to his Mugen Liger, he found both the woman he was speaking with previously and Hayden in the midst of a chat about their Zoids. Not wanting to interrupt, Shay kept silent and placed a hand at his Zoid, looking up at it's new mane of blades. This was am armor addition that would certainly be welcomed. While the Mugen Liger was not the fastest Liger on the market, it certainly was the strongest. It's damage output and heavily-armored form meant that the Mugen Liger did not need to compensate or rely on speed entirely. The kick that it had to it was just fine enough; besides, two blades on it's back which would be moved on a whim were just fine enough in handling melee situations, in conjunction with Shay's natural prowess up-close.


However, that was untested to those he surrounded - probably to all but Hayden.


"You're looking dapper, Lumiere. Don't worry, we're going to have you out of the docks in no time. It'll probably be nice for you to stretch your legs after being held up for so long." To this, the Mugen Liger had no response. The relationship between both Shay and his Zoid had been rocky at best over the couple of years; naturally, the Liger had a taking to it's true owner, the deceased father figure that Shay did not have from birth. Shay understood; the loss of the man hurt him as well. Most of the time, Shay took it very easy on Lumiere. Whether it be in a nurturing sense or keeping it out of conflicts which were entirely too much to handle for one person, it seemed Shay was making the right calls. It had been almost a decade together and things still were not perfect, but Shay was really trying his best.


The confrontation he had with Rylie was still lingering within the depths of his thoughts. It had been good to see the female, but she seemed to be in a state that was slightly shaky. Such feelings made Shay naturally weary as to whether or not Rylie had been telling him the truth. Aside from reading her facial expressions, there was no way that Shay could possibly no for sure if his son was fine - or if she was, herself. To avoid being punched in the face, he kept his questions short and sweet, along with his statements. However, the seed of doubt had been effectively planted. In this case, the statement regarding the inability of 'bullshitting a bullshit artist' was proven false, to a degree.


"So, we could sit here all day and talk about how lovely each others Zoids are along with are own, or go get a couple of drinks. I, for one, am feeling rather thirsty..." There was no better time in the world, or excuse, for Shay to get completely bent. The target achievement of becoming highly intoxicated seemed more and more enticing as the question lingered in the air without immediate answer. Either way, Shay was definitely going to the bar. Effective masters of deception tended to gravitate toward the tools which helped them run their facades in the first place.Turning his head from the Liger to the other two, Shay smiled. This was followed by his hand dropping from the leg of his Liger.





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[Veteran Rookie]

Viktor Isayev
Hangar 2 > Heading to Administrative Buildings

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The man was not deterred by her aloof manner of speaking, although he wondered if she was forcing that subtle Oxerian accent of hers to mock him. He hadn't ever won an award for being the friendliest guy around, and he didn't plan on trying for it now, or ever, so the frosty reception he received didn't surprise Viktor in the least. Her deliberately late greeting was simply met with an acknowledging nod. When she finally did give the information he had originally asked for the man nodded a second time in confirmation. "Shadow-Two, and a solo pilot as well, huh? Acknowledged. That is what I asked for." Continuing to be a shining example of cordiality Viktor turned his side to Vienna as something buzzed in his pocket. Fishing out his phone he took a moment to see who was calling. In an almost absent minded fashion his red eyes flashed back to the pteranodon pilot. "Carry on then, Vienna. I do not have anymore questions." Viktor removed himself from Vienna's presence to stand at one of the overlooks on the upper deck. Answering the phone call he spoke into the receiver with his usual lack of manners.


"Yeah? ..... No, no trouble at all aside from the usual. The others should be departing Diplo Base before sundown. ..... New orders, then? What are the Solians demanding now? ..... Who authorized that? ..... Hmph. Very well. I will see to it. Isayev out." After ending the call and pocketing his phone the man leaned forward heavily on the metal railing in front of him. Looking down at the lower deck of the hangar his stare roamed over the people and Zoids aimlessly, lost in thought, as if searching for an answer amongst the crowd. "Graueter," he muttered to himself almost troubled by the name, "now there is a name I have not heard in a long, long time.." In truth it was a name he never expected to hear ever again. It had been about ten years since the late Solian General Graueter's death. The first few years of that decade had been spent dodging questions about her death, up till he bribed the pencil necked bureaucrats to shut up and leave him alone about it. "How time flies..."


Some details about the deceased woman were fuzzy after so long. Others, not so much. With an irritated growl Viktor relocated back down to the lower deck of the hangar. He removed a bloated duffel bag from his Zoid's cockpit and slung it over a shoulder. A hardened glint in his eyes dared anyone to stop him from his current path. The mercenary paused only briefly after exiting the hangar to get his bearings. Past the Oasis he could see the administrative buildings in the distance. His free hand grabbed at his hat to adjust it on his head before he stepped out into the sun.


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[DamagedGlasses]

Alcesi A Elkin & Cpt. David "Hoss" Desmond

Hangar



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Alcesi nodded as the girl moved her Zoid without any trouble, the way she moved it being smooth and without any big problems, though he could see some places that could be improved and unneeded movements that seemed to be included into the mix. However, they were young, and they had plenty of time and opportunity to practice their skills on the field of battle. Looking over to his fellow officials, he said, "Well, lets all be glad that was settled quickly." Alcesi smiled thinly at the two adults, and placed the coffee mug to his lips, and turning it up. Alcesi's eyes sharpened as he felt no coffee run into his mouth, except for small beads of stragglers that had not been drunk away before.


Grumbling slightly, Alcesi looked to Desmond and asked, "So, my boy, hows the war going on your front? Any problems in your patrols?" Alcesi usually got a report of how patrols went, so that he could file them or send them to higher ups when needed, but he was usually ignorant of the recent patrols and the goings of them.


Desmond motioned to the hangar crew and mechanics to get his zoid taken care of. While some mercs took care of their own zoid maintenance, that wasn't something David cared to do himself. As long as his zoid kept running good, he didn't care about the specifics. As they sprung into motion, David turned his full attention to Alcesi, temporarily forgetting about the woman.


"If there was any problems, Alcesi, you'd be the first to know," Desmond replied. "It's the same it was the day before that, and that before that, and the day before that. The same goddamn report for the last eight months." If his voice sounded frustrated, it was because he was. It had been over a year since he had been assigned a real mission. Not this patrol bullshit that Command kept giving him. Both he and Command knew that there was a fat chance in Hell that any Bio-Zoids had slipped this far past the border. They would be picked up twenty-five miles before hand, at least.


Before, before his heroics, he had felt like he was really in the loop: a part of the war machine. He helping to plan operations and getting out into the field, going toe-to-toe with the enemy. David felt needed there. But here in Diplo? What the hell was he doing here? He felt a relic in a war museum, on display for the other soldiers and mercs to ooh and awe at. Most of the soldiers stationed here hadn't seen an real combat. Hell, the same could probably be said for most of the mercs. Coming out his thoughts, David apologized,"Sorry, Alcesi. I shouldn't be taking out my frustrations on you."


Alcesi waved the apology aside, thinking nothing of the show of frustration Desmond had put on as the irritation from lack of activity. Others may have been offended or hurt by being a target of his anger, but he was too old to care about those kind of feelings. Alcesi, before he had been sent to Diplo, had gotten many reports from this base in particular, and the way the reports was always very formal and curt. Though, over the weeks of the same thing being reported, Alcesi, a master of paperwork, had certainly began to feel a more aggressive edge to the reports.


"Yes, the war does not seem stretch this far into our land, thankfully, and while it may be tiring, the best and only thing we can do is keep vigilant for the day it does." Alcesi was about to say more, but suddenly felt the back of his throat reflexively tighten as he began to cough. At first putting his mouth to politely block it, Alcesi realized his mistake and took out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket, using it to cover his mouth better, and provide Desmond better protection from his old lungs. Calming down after a few bursts, Alcesi put the handkerchief away from his face and held back a flinch as he looked at the useful rag. Putting it away, Alcesi looked at Desmond and closed his eyes as he pushed up his slightly askew glasses, "Sorry about that."


Alcesi placed his hand over his mouth lightly, as if he was trying to calm down a wild animal, before his actions almost became all for naught as a sharp cough erupted from the side of him, somewhere in his blind spot. Alcesi, for once, was glad he did not have any coffee in his mug, as it would surely be on his beard and shirt as of now, and no one likes that. Looking to the man who purposefully interrupted their nice conversation, Alcesi smiled thinly as he heard the repetitive asking of money. Sure, he knew nothing of this man, but he had gotten accustomed to the many questions of money that came with every new shipment, each batch having that one person. Well, now they had to deal with that one person.


Swallowing any kind of throat debris he still had, Alcesi was grateful to the added voice to the conversation, a random voice of a another who came out and told the man about Captain Saunder. Alcesi nodded his head, and gestured to the man, "Yes, Second Lieutenant Saunder's is most likely the only one here at the moment who deals with Mercenary work the most." If Alcesi didn't have to deal with the person, he was right as rain.


David turned to face this new arrival with his "commanding tone." It really was the wrong time to use that tone of voice to David, even if he wasn't speaking at him. While Alcesi had taken the more diplomatic approach, David wasn't as inclined to. While he didn't speak to the man directly, he did say something to Alcesi. However, he made sure his volume was loud enough that people in the immediate area could hear him, including the man with the "commanding tone."





"Mercenaries get here and they already think the own the goddamn place, Alcesi. What I wouldn't give to put one of these smug sons-of-bitches in their place. Seeing all these sycophants makes me sick." David instinctively crossed his arms, assuming a body posture as if to say to everyone, "What are you going to do about?"


It would serve these mercenaries well to learn who was calling the shots here. If it took a fight for them to learn that, well they hadn't called him the Hoss for nothing. He had no problem going a round or two with anyone.


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[GeneralZod]

Hayden Senayh

Main Hangar Floor
​

He noticed she was holding back a laugh after hearing his Barigator's name but that was the intention, to make it sound completely pathetic and surprise the opponent with its battle prowess. He was barely paying attention as she began to speak again. Don't fight wild zoids? Well he hadn't fought many but its not like he left them for dead. "Not sure why I shouldn't but whatever." Honestly he had no intention of listening to a teenager he just met who got a hand-me-down zoid so he brushed it aside. As for the zoid Hayden figured she got it from a relative. "Well as long as you can pilot it well and it isn't going to eat you I guess its fine." He said as he saw Shay got closer.


When Shay was close enough he heard something mentioned about a couple a drinks. His stomach growled again as it grew impatient with the lack of food. "Drinks, food, yes! I am hungry!" He ran up to Shay and spoke in a low hushed tone. "So what did you walk off for? Because something seems to have unsettled you." Hayden asked completely throwing all idea of manners and privacy aside.


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[Shura]

Ashlin Hunter

Hangar one​

"Shadow would never eat me." Ash chuckled softly at the thought of such a thing happening. She'd grown up admiring and respecting zoids for their ability and power, but never fearing them. Ash glanced over to the liger pilot as she approached mentioning something about a drink and tilted her head slightly. Drinking this early? The day had barely even started! "I'll pass on the drinks, We're supposed to have a meeting in about an hour so best to be sober for that. Maybe later." She politely declined the offer. They could wander off and do as they wanted, it wasn't much of her problem unless she had to work with them.


The sound of rapid clanking much different from the unusual zoid. Shifting her gaze over towards the entrance of the hanger as a scorpion like zoid entered. Ash did a double take not really sure if she was really seeing what would be considered an ancient zoid not in a textbook or movie not even behind glass."Th-thats a... deathstinger..." She muttered softly watched the pilot get out before the Zoid continued moving on to fine a place to dock. Unable to really stop staring Ash studied the movements and mechanics of the rare zoid. There were few to none others who moved the same so being able to watch the eight legged zoid skitter it's way to the deeper parts of the hanger.


She noticed a few things off about the zoid, its lack of guns for one, normally there was some kind of secondary firing system however that wasn't the case. Second thing were an extra pair of booster that didn't fit the standard kind. There was a joint instead of being locked in a fixed position. The other last and possibly most curious thing she took note on was the modification to the Zoids already deadly tail. Mounted along side the charge particle cannon were four tempered blades that looked very similar to that of a thermal weapon. Unconventional at best she was curious as to how the zoid actually fought with most of its weaponry aimed at melee.


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[Morridan]

Aarius Germaine


Diplo Base / Hangar 1
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The man with the sun-glasses squinted his eyes at the one who was just seemed to call out the entire legion of mercenaries. His vision scanned back to his right and at the old man who directed him to a person named 'Lieutenant Saunders'. "Appreciate it." He pushed his sun-glasses up a tiny bit more onto his nose. "If half of the military was this ambitious-" He started to talk out loud about the man he was clearly within ear-shot of as if he wasn't aware. "-Then they wouldn't have to grovel to people like me." His eyes trailed to the man known as 'Saunders'. "Not that the other side is any less pathetic. More maybe. He-" The man with sun-glasses nodded towards Elkin once. "-Said you were the man to talk to about payment?"


He kept his hands pocketed and stood all of his weight on his left foot, seemingly leaned back and relaxed. His eyes seemed to lose focus as he sighed. Right after, his vision appeared to sharpen on the man before him. "Parts. Ten tons of Armor fixed to pallets. Two tons of Hydraulic Fluid. And Eight tons of Silicon. And free meals and board." His lips slowly curled into a half-frown as he shifted back to a flat-footed stance with his weight distributed evenly along the arches of his feet. "Where you send me is up to your own discretion."


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Kiara


Hangar 1 > Heading to Administrative Buildings


She smiled at the old man. before she left to head back to her office to finish a little bit of her paperwork. Walking back she saw several mercenaries, and new meat. "Hope they don't drag us down." She laughed. Several of minutes later she finally makes it to her office. She sat down at her desk. Opening a binder, she started on her paperwork. Filling out her paper for the patrol.


She smiled at the picture of her mom. She pulled the dog tags of there enemy with the name scratched though. The last thing her mom had on her. The guys name was Viktor. He was among the mercenaries that are here at the base. She specifically asked the general to put him under her orders. She was curious about what he knew about her mother's death.


She zoned out thinking about all this. She notice the time went by very fast. She didn't have too much time. Scribbling down what was necessary, before she finished it. After being done she put the binder away, and organized her office.


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@Hungry Hungry Hobo

 

[Demensia]

Barrett squinted against the shimmering 3D image of the current location; against the barren flat surface, a rather sizeable zoid could be seen. Berry knew well of the size of a whale king and could quickly distinguish she was at it's front. she pulled one hand off the controls and brushed down her florescent yellow dress, flattening the rising frills. A passing thought came across her mind, this could be her last fight, and she held high hopes that it would be an interesting one. The cracking of the ground surface upon each step of her large monster like zoid was easily distinguishable; large dinosaur foot craters would be found behind her, stretching far into the distance. She passed the smaller Liger's and other zoids, a raised eyebrow as a weird shape seemed to leap over a few other zoids before entering a whale king. she softly pushed them aside as needed to make room for her as she continued to find a good spot for her zoid.


The behemoth's loud crunches would be near deafening to others who had perhaps forgotten ear plugs but as he passed through th rest of the zoids it came to rest close enough to touch to another woman. Psst, Thunk. The cockpit slid open from the top of the Gojulas, sliding far back into a perfect fit slot in between the armor and the inner workings. Inside was a yellow puffball.


"Ah!" A high pitched voice could be heard, it sounded frustrated by it's own predicament, with flourishes of frills seeming to have grown larger since the cockpit has opened. A hand popped over the frills and as they were patted down a angered frowning face and distinct orchid hair seemed to appear. With the dress finally tamed, the girl stood on top of the seat and pounced from her seat to the extended arm, a tang sound as boots clanked against metal. She pounced once more and landed awkwardly on the desert ground, flailing before planting a foot solidly to the side to prevent a disastrous fall.


"Hmpf, It never seems to get any easier." she said out loud, looking up at the large zoid. The cannon that rested on it's shoulder was ginormous, even the whale king's weapon was small in comparison to the dual barrels that could easily be seen throughout the entire area. "You girl!" she said at point blank range, there was unlikely to be a lack of notice to who she was talking and so the aggressively happy statement was pretty odd. "How are you?! Do you know where the guy in charge here is?! I'm supposed to be transferring here!"


As if the rather overbearing levels of jovial chat wasn't enough to scare people away, her face was contorting into half a smile and half a frown. her one visible eyebrow twitching sporadically. Truth be told, Berry was trying her hardest to seem like a friendly and nice person. Her prior engagements she was normally feared and she wanted to make a friend or two for once, alas, her contorted face looked like she might just be crazy.


@Shura

 

[Der Kojote]

The death-stinger that had entered the mech bay was quite impressive. Also was the concofany of sound that echoed through the rapidly filling hanger. He watched as Ashlin seemingly lost all intrest in everything else. It was very much akin to a child on Christmas...except instead of a new toy...it was death lasers and claws. He had enough knowledge to cock an eyebrow. Alright...This is interesting...how the hell is this in the hanger? Also how are the tech boys going to react to this? However this train of thought was interrupted by the loud comments from the apparent owner of the metal colossus that was occupying the hanger now. His introduction was less than humble. "If half of the military was this ambitious, Then they wouldn't have to grovel to people like me." He shook his head at the situation. Between the commanding officers and the mercenaries things already were at what could be considered a low point. Oh we are off to great start...


Then, the man came towards him. "Parts. Ten tons of Armor fixed to pallets. Two tons of Hydraulic Fluid. And Eight tons of Silicon. And free meals and board." Jacob adjusted his glasses, and looked down at his clipboard. "Normally I'd ask your name...but...with a death stinger, it gets a little bit easier to identify you." He flipped through a few pages, "Aaerius Germaine...pay has been approved...total value of parts comes up to a little bit more that 100 grand." He took the sheet from the board and handed it to the man. "Sign here...and whenever we move for combat... you do what you do."


He was waiting for Aaerius to sign when another loud clunking came about. This one was more methodical, suggesting something bipedal. The assumption was confirmed when a he saw something that made his eye twitch. Not out of ire, not out of rage, but out of shear, WHAT THE HELL. Then again, he knew what it was...that was a Gojalus. Again that was a GOJALUS. He clenched his jaw. That...is...what the hell. why are we here?! WHY DID WE NOT BRING THESE PEOPLE IN SOONER!? WHY?!





@Morridan


@Demensia


@whatthehell


@superzoidsopnerfnow

 

[Brax]

It seemed as though Ash's attention span had all ready brought her elsewhere, of course after the woman had declined. Hayden had asked Shay if everything was all right, and for a moment, the man did not answer. Instead, he waited for Aura to wander off before his eyes turned to his friend. "Rylie is here. I had to go say hello. Seems like everything is fine, but having her here doesn't make anything less stressful for me." Shay mimicked Hayden's rather hushed tone as he spoke, before he turned to see if the Berserker Fury was still there. It was. After a quick moment, he turned back around before extending his hand, slapping Hayden on the shoulder with the back of his palm. "Let's get out of here. I don't care if we've got a meeting, I need a drink."


The latter half of the sentence was spoken while Shay was walking away, toward Diplo's mess hall. That was where the bar was, and that was where Shay was going to achieve his goal of ingesting alcohol. When the two walked side-by-side through the double doors belonging to the only food outlet in the entire base, Shay's frame immediately gravitated toward the right side. Hayden would be forced to sit on the line to get his food, but Shay figured he would bring his meal bar side. If not, he was sitting alone. Sometimes, Shay was an asshole like that. Taking his seat among a load of other people, the thief was actually lucky enough to be able to get a free stool beside his own. Upon looking around further, Shay noticed that one of the men beside him was smoking a cigarette.


Removing a coin from his pocket, he flicked it over to the other private, who caught it. "Let me get one of those bogies?" The man looked at Shay for a moment, before removing the pack from his pocket. He took a one of his menthols out and tossed it in Shay's direction, who caught it with a right side up, open palm. Putting the butt between his lips, Shay saluted the faceless NPC before taking the offer of a light from the bartender who, immediately afterwards, asked the recently recruited thief what he wanted to drink. The response was simple. "Cognac. No ice." Both elbows were on the bar, the cigarette in Shay's right hand. The trail of smoke ascended until it dissipated, but the smell was still there. No matter; with so many others occasionally lighting up their own mediums for nicotine ingestion.


@Godman873

 

[Ixacise]

Vis


Hangar 1/bar


With a slight rumble Vis felt the behemoth finally land to the base they were going too. Happily for him such a long journey which was uneventfully was completely blurred into a forgettable experience as he had been hitting the sauce during the entire trip. He had gone through a decent amount of his personal stash and he hoped a nearby town would be able to "refuel" his supply. Regardless he'd find a way but that would be for later.


Having finished getting his own zoid in the hangar he hopped out of the cockpit and went down to the ground. He took one last look at his zoid with its gleaming horn being the object of his focus . He then ran back into the whale king and came back out roaring on his custom hover bike that was part of his kit as merc for moving back and forth quickly without using a zoid. Speeding along the sand with air flowing past him was refreshing given how hot it was on account of being on a desert. Stopping by the oasis he gazed on its waters and the nice garden spot cultivated around it before speeding off.


Eventually he'd stop by the place which he was told would have a bar. It is just one of many of his native environments he was native to. He'd figure being on this long-ass trip and just getting off they'd give them this day off before doing anything to strenuous. Then again he didn't care about this at the moment he just wanted to get in there and lounge. Worse cast scenario they'd page him and he'd have a roadie; his device however had no notices and hoped it stay that way for today. Taking no notice of the people around him he ordered a bunch of oat sodas and looked at the new feed on the tv.

 

[GeneralZod]

Hayden Senayh

Main Hangar Floor
​

Hayden kept up the pace as Shay headed towards the halls. Riley was here? That was just what Shay needed, the mother of his child to be running around during a war when she was supposed to keep an eye on their son. Hayden didn't like Riley and he was sure she didn't like him either. If Shay started to think about his son during a zoid fight then he would be distracted and unlike Hayden's zoid the mugen liger wasn't very durable, one strong blow and his zoid could be fried. As fast as Hayden was concerned kids were just an unnecessary source of drama. After all, who actually wanted kid? Most were probably just mistakes from having too much fun.





Finally entering the mess hall Hayden got in line for food as he kept an eye on where Shay looked to sit. It wasn't a surprise that he decided to sit at the bar considering he probably needed a few drinks by now. As the line moved forward he looked at the options of food, none were particularly good looking but it was food and Hayden was ready to eat a zoid by now. He decided to load his tray with a baked potato, fries and two very frail looking burgers and passed on a drink and dessert knowing that he was going to order something at the bar. Moving away from the line now that he had everything he wanted Hayden made a beeline for the bar seat next to Shay.


Hayden dropped his tray and slid onto the barstool as a clanging sound could be heard from his tray landing on the bar. He signaled for the bartender's attention as he ordered a drink. "Rum, whatever you have. Don't mix it with anything." The bartender looked at him a bit funny but shrugged off and kept moving with his job . Taking a burger in one hand Hayden turned to Shay in hopes to figure out what Riley had done this time. "Anyone needs a drink after dealing with Riley." He said completely serious this time. "But she seems to have done something worse than usual this time." If Hayden wasn't such a bad liar he probably would have tried to be nice whenever the topic of Riley came up but that wasn't going to happen as his lies were as obvious as a Deathsaurer in a desert. "Maybe she licked an electrical outlet." He muttered to himself happily taking a large bite out of his burger as it leaked ketchup and honey mustard.


@Tree

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

Ms. Calisa Monet


bar.


It had been a while as time passed, as she had downed a few beers before switching to harder liquors. Right now, she had dry gin in a glass with a splash of orange juice, waiting for her buzz to stabilize before continuing on. In her years in the Army she hadn't become an alcoholic, but drinking seemed to be her only escape when she had down time. Hopefully, Hoss or Saunders would not make there way here to punish her. An article was the last thing she wanted. Extra duty and a dock in pay? No thank you. Maybe that would be lenient if they spotted her.


Her headphones were up over her hears, some orchestra or another playing with a violin solo. She noticed the two newcomers at the bar, and she finished her bit of tequila before tapping her fingers at the bartender. She pointed to the fella who had ordered some cognac, waved her fingers and then pointed to the fellow who had ordered the rum. She had no idea what they ordered, nor cared, but the bartender put the cognac in front of her, before doing the same to Shay. He then brought the man the rum. She had put on her tab, as she had often did for people who made her want to leave the bar. A sort of "fuck you", if you will. But in the most passive aggressive way possible.


She rose up from her seat with the cognac in her hands, hood from her cloak still over her head, before making her way towards a seat at a table not too far. She didn't know the two faces who had made their way to the bar, nor did she care to know them. Perhaps the new batch of mercenaries? It didn't matter to her. So she lifted her feet up in a chair at the table she found, black boots crossing as best as they could at the ankle before sipping on the cognac. Clearly...this table wasn't for anyone else.


@Godman873

 

[Brax]

Shay Lorens

[ Gettin' plastered ]
​

Shay chuckled, bringing his free hand up to his lips as he did so. Then, he grasped the glass of alcohol and took a swig. This was followed by a drag of the cigarette - damn. The army recruit probably seemed like quite the vice monkey at the moment, but he was not paying attention to that. In all seriousness, Shay had to speak with Hayden about the inevitable change in his course, so the man maintained a lower tone as he leaned in closer to Hayden. "I don't think i'm going to be able to get out of here as quickly as I would have liked." Eyes moved from the tabletop, up to Hayden's own. He was attempting to gauge his immediate reaction, but either way, Shay knew he would probably get his ass chewed out for his decision at a later time; when there weren't so many others around.


Downing his first drink, both his index and middle fingers tapped on the bar top, signaling that he needed another. The bartender complied immediately after he poured Hayden the drink he owed him. However, they weren't charged. When Shay asked who paid, he pointed toward the woman who had just taken a seat at a table nearby. Shay turned his head to look at the female very briefly before turning back to the bartender and speaking once more. "Double her up. Send her two more, and put it on my tab." The bartender complied, immediately scuffling away to handle nearby orders before fulfilling his own.


The second drink was broken into by a couple of sips, but soon Shay's attention turned back to Hayden, resuming what he was trying to say before being so rudely interrupted. "... Anyway. I'm still down to do what we were set out to, if you're willing to wait a little bit longer." Shay took in a deep breath, preparing himself for the answer he assumed his brother-from-another-mother would give him. Either way, Shay would understand, but he needed to make one last attempt to have Hayden understand. "She's the mother of my child. If she's killed, he's going to have absolutely no one. I need to stay a little while longer until I at least know that she'll be fine. If not with others, then on her own." Hayden might have disliked the woman, but this transcended such feelings. This was a vital life, whether it was in itself or for Hayden's godson.


Another hearty sip. The warm liquid had not illuminated his chest like it had in the first glass, but rather, was becoming smoother and smoother. Not that good Cognac wasn't smooth to start with at the get go, but that's a story for another time. He remembered Ash mentioning that there was going to be a meeting soon; well, it randomly resurged to the forefront of his thought process. Shay wondered how long they had been sitting at the bar, but he was pretty sure that the fifteen minutes or so have far transpired. Either that, or the thief was far more tipsy than he had originally anticipated he was.


@Godman873 @AkuNoOkami

 

[Shura]

Ashlin Hunter

Hangar One​

Crystal blue eyes watched as the scorpion zoid made its way deeper into the hangar tempted to follow it. Though she wasn't quite sure of its temperament and its pilot didn't seem to be the most... friendly. Her impulse to follow the death zoid was quickly cut short by the loud stomping which approached the hangar. Ash shifted slightly to see what zoid would be entering next. From the sound of its steps alone it had to be rather large, possibly massive!


Thats when she saw it, or rather its leg. Her eyes widen slowly as she looked upon the massive zoid, one she'd only seen on TV or in books. It was a Gojalus, one of the most impressive and largest zoids used in combat. Blinking once she looked down the hangar to the death stinger then back to the large mech in front of her then back to the stinger and finally gazed around to see that no one else was even phased by this! She could understand if someone walked by a Mugen Liger or Berserker Fury and not bat an eye. These were mercenaries and military, people who had probably fought a few on more than one occasion. However it was a Death Stinger and a Gojalus and by the looks of it not just any Gojalus! She could tell from a glance that it had been modified and for one had a sonic cannon! Not only that it had a massive sniper of some sort which rivaled or was even bigger than that of the whale king! It seemed the only other person sharing the same shock was Jacob, no real surprise there.


In her stunned shock Ashlin failed to noticed the pilot of the zoid get out until hearing something land before her. She shifted her gaze and was met with a woman in a dress that rivaled the sun! "uh... Hi... oh! You probably want Ja-uh... Lieutenant Saunders." Ash informed motioning over to the Lieutenant. "Um... Is that your... Gojalus?" She questioned not quite sure where the woman even came from.


@Demensia @Der Kojote @Morridan (mentioned)

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Rylie Freyhem


Main Hangar Floor
​

Rylie sucked in a breath as Shay walked away. Just like that. He probably thought he had ended the conversation right then and there, waving goodbye all casual-like, but Rylie knew they weren't done. She knew that he was freaking out under his chill disguise and just to prove it he basically walked straight to the bar. Rylie stood and watched him as best as she could 'till just thinking of him any longer gave her a headache. Why the hell did he have to be here? Why now? Many other Mercs came in, parking their Zoids, chatting it up, but it felt like everyone was walking past her. The world didn't care that the worst possible person in her life was here. It kept on turning anyway.


She turned to her Berserk Fury to watch the parade of Zoids. A Death Stinger. A Gojalous. Stealing her thunder, they all were. Rylie leaned against the Zoid like she had done before, arms crossed, watching everyone. A lot of feelings bubbled up inside her, making her want to punch something, or yell at something, or cry at something, but she kept her expression totally blank. No one knew what was happening on the inside, they didn't have to know.


Her Berserk Fury slowly turned it's head to look at her. It growled low, loud enough for her and maybe a few others that were close to her to hear. If Rylie didn't know any better, she thought that the Zoid was asking her if she was alright. The friend that Rylie had won it from just kept it in her basement. She had many other, 'better' Zoids, since she was a rich butt. Losing the Berserk Fury wasn't much to her. Because of how much Rylie cared for her monster the two had formed a connection.


"No." She said quietly, barely audible. No one could have heard her, except for her Monster. "It's not exactly fun to meet your ex and then lie to him 'bout his son."


The Berserk Fury snorted.


@NoOne(I don't blame ye if ye don't read lol)

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Alcesi A. Elkin

Hangar

​

Alcesi stroked his beard as he watched the Gojulas stomp away towards it spot, his attention previously being on more important things, however it was hard to not look at something when you could see one of your fellow higher ups reacting emotionally heavily. Watching as the giant Zoid stepped away from his little circle of interest, Alcesi shrugged and turned away. It seemed that the mercenaries along with the newest Military recruits were going to be a good help. Alcesi had been given a small report on some of the mercenaries, and when you looked at the way their Zoids was customized, and upgraded, it wasn't a surprise to him about just how strong some of the Zoids that came in were.


While those of the army were rather limited to the Zoids they could use due to protocol, the beginners usually starting out with something easily usable and controlled, with a few exceptions of course, however, in a mercenaries case the situation varied from place to place. Usually they learned their skills in unorthodox ways, and were forced to deal with the hands they were dealt. Some were crippled, and those that were, died, but the ones that were here today all had something that made them stronger in mind and body. Alcesi would not be entirely honest if he said he could understand them, but he knew that within each of them, there was something that made them strong enough in heart to put their lives on the line for their country. Sure, some were here for money, but he knew that there were many here, mercenary and military alike, that were here for the plain reason of being the next defense in case there was an attack that broke through the front line.


Nodding to both of his fellow higher ups, Alcesi voiced his departure and took his leave, walking away towards some of the more heavily populated areas that carried more new recruits. He had came to the Hangar to greet the new people, so it was important that he made sure that the people coming into the ranks were as comfortable right now as possible. The comfort could end at any time. Alcesi licked his lips as he realized that the lasting taste of coffee was finally leaving his mouth, leaving him rather disgruntled. He would need to get more, and soon.


@Anyone @Coffee

 

[Demensia]

Berry Chacelyn
​

Barrett giggled with all the quirk of a schoolgirl. "Thanks, I'll talk to him then!" She twirled round with vigor, the dress billowed out revealing slightly more leg. "This big baby is mine, of course, I am a corporal after all. Here." The zoid seemed to pout at the statement, feigning an upset feeling at Berry's statement. Berry paid little mind to it and carefully placed her hand in between a small hole in the armor, gliding over the various mechanical pieces until grasped a lever, pulling it outwards as a large thump of a ladder hitting the hard ground sounded behind her. "You seem interested so there you go, Just climb the arm once your off the ladder. Take care of him." Her face had relaxed an returned to the generic scowl she was most comfortable in. "Oh! I'm berry, it's important to tell people my name, yeah."


Berry softly patted her zoid's leg, as it seemed to feel uneasy without Berry in the cockpit, and promptly made her way to the lieutenant. He seemed young, and she immediately tensed. He was an officer, and a young one at that, barely decorated at most. Once within speaking distance she made herself known, a scowling frown as she tapped him on the shoulder. "Oi. Corporal Barrett Chacelyn, it's best you call me Berry, Jacob." She spoke adjusting her eye patch as the strap seemed to have curled over during the recent exercise. "I'm here to fix the problem, get me written down now and then feel free to continue with your day," she spoke loudly and sternly.


It was pretty clear she was not there for a chat, she wanted stuff done and she immediately turned to the man she had just interrupted. "Hi I'm Berry! and you have an odd choice of clothing."





@Shura @Morridan @Der Kojote @enlisted>officers