Fandom Zoids - Bio War

[Syrena]

Elsa Dryden

[Outskirts of the Diplo Base Perimeter]​

Her Lightning Saix flicked its tail into the sand. Hard.


The irritation in the gesture was sharp and restless. Elsa tapped her short nails against one of the monitors displaying environmental data. She ignored the neuro-connection port. But the restlessness clung, seeping through her pores and growing like a cancer.


“Knock it off!”


Abruptly, the advanced cooling system hissed and a blast of icy air hit her in the face. Elsa frowned and slammed her open palm on the monitor. The slap echoed in the cockpit, punctured by a burst of radio static. She could make out the vague impression of voices.


Elsa fiddled with one of the knobs on the handheld radio. Nonsensical voices wafted through the static, sharpening and fading. But she couldn’t pinpoint the right frequency before the sound faded entirely. She sighed and looked back down at her monitor. Nothing had changed.


Another blast of cold air blew against her face. She could feel the salty sweat on her scalp starting to dry. Elsa pursed her lips together and carefully looked at the neuro-connection port. The appropriate wires sat coiled on a hook. She brushed her fingers over them; the plastic covered wires were warm to the touch.


“Just back to the hanger. Nothing—” She licked her lips. “Just back to the hanger.”

 

[Penelope Burns]

Vienna Louis

Hangar 2, Upper Deck​

Vienna watched as the asshole walked away, taking his attitude with him. It was difficult to talk to people who simply refused to be the least bit courteous. Sure, it was war, but that didn't mean you had permission to be a complete asshole to everyone. It wasn't how you made friends or trusted companions.


As she walked from hangar 2 to hangar 1, she saw that much of the crowd moved out of the way of docking Zoids and kept their conversation out of everyone's way. How unfortunate that it took half a dozen people docking to make others pay more attention. There seemed to be a girl talking to her Zoid, oddly enough, and a few others inspecting and comparing Zoids. Newbies were always strange, it seemed.


Her trip was cut short when she saw a familiar face in the hangar, a certain information director. What was that geezer doing with so many recruits? She decided being a little late for her bath would be worth it for a short conversation with him.


"You know, I'm sure your officers are more than capable of introducing the new people to the base. You don't have to risk breaking your bones over some recruits." Vienna joked as she walked up to him, trying to get Alcesi's attention. Of course, he seemed to have had more than a few cups of coffee already, though with him that was no surprise.


(Interaction) @DamagedGlasses


(Mentioned) @Hungry Hungry Hobo @CloudyBlueDay

 

[Morridan]

Aarius Germaine


Diplo Base / Hangar 1
​

"Yeah, that is correct. Aarius Germaine. Thrilled." He looked over to the source of the minor 'earth-quake' like steps that caused the ground to twitch under his feet with each step a particularly giant zoid was making. Aarius's eyes widened slightly as a kind of nostalgia washed over him. A feeling of being tense struck his lower back as he squinted his eyes, no longer paying the 'loud-mouthed' man from before any mind. Upon the vision of a woman in frilly clothing exiting the cockpit of the all-too familiar zoid, his sunglasses nearly fell off of his face.


He watched with a kind of antsy stare over at the woman who just yelled and pointed, asking for the man he had just found not moments before. His hands left his pockets as she advanced on them. When he was directly spoken to, his right hand shuffled amongst the dog-tags, pulling out one with a name that would more than likely seem familiar to the girl. "Three years ago. Urban front. Death Stinger. Your poor squad." The tag was tinted with what seemed like 'splatters' of 'rust'. "Seems this job will be interesting." The said squad was one of the few that was actually 'top-notch'. He let the dog-tag clank against the others as he slowly pocketed his hands.


He turned his body to look at the lieutenant and nodded at him, having turned on his heel with such an easy and swift motion that even the most angry of drill sergeants would weep. "You can rest easy. This one here-" He said with a frown aimed over his right shoulder and at the well-dressed woman behind him. "-could probably take on half their army." His constantly frowning face twisted into an almost sadistic grin. "If you don't mind me taking the other half."


 
@Shura @Der Kojote @Demensia @DamagedGlasses @WritingMan @Whoever-else-is-in-Hangar-1))))

 

[Shura]

Ashlin Hunter

On the Gojalus... Hangar One​

Ashlin blinked a few times in disbelief as the woman in a yellow puffball said she could actually get a closer look at the massive zoid. So much so she almost didn't catch her name. "R-really?!" She managed to get out before the woman strolled away. Taking that as a yes a small squee escaped her as she quickly made her way over to the zoid admiring it a moment before actually starting to climb the later. Getting a closer look at the Gojalus she was able to see the scratches and scars from battle but also how thick the armor was, not to mention a good deal heavier than the norm. Possibly due to having been involved in the war, she was in the military. At least from what Ash could remember.


She climbed up slowly not even bothered by the height in which she was reaching before reaching the arm. She managed to catch her balance on the arm and for a moment hoped the Zoid didn't get any ideas to start moving. A fall from such a height would more than just hurt. "Well Hello there." She said up to the zoid. Earning a low growl in response. It wasn't aggressive or held much of a tone at all. She was honestly surprised it was even okay with her being this close. Then again given its size and rarity it probably wan't the first time someone had gawked over it him.


Minding her steps Ash carefully walked up along the arm up to its shoulders taking note of its claws as well as the other added weaponry. The most impressive was probably the sonic cannon which was known to wreak havoc on any kind of aerial zoids. She studied the mechanics of the weapon up close never having seen the weapon up close. "Thats amazing..." She muttered more to herself than anything else. Her gaze traveled to the large barrel of the oversized shotgun. It was honestly big enough for her to walk across and not have much trouble keeping her balance!


"That could probably take out anything..." She muttered before using her new vantage point to look over the hangar at all of the other zoids that were gathered in this one base. It was an impressive collection to say the least! It was almost like a dream come true being able to see so many powerful Zoids up close. Though she couldn't help but wonder why they were there. This base was the second line of defense... forces were needed on the front lines weren't they? Then again these were only some of the Mercenaries and transfers being made compared to the entire military. Her crystal eyes shifted over to her Shadow fox who was impressive in his own right but among the rest didn't seem like much. Then again that was part of its charm. It was a zoid of stealth and speed not one of power and size. She wasn't sure what use she would be among the other highly skilled pilots around, but knew she had to be ready for whatever would be thrown at her.

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

Ms. Calisa Monet


bar---> hangar 1


He had taken notice of her antic, and even understood it. Impressive. Yet, it infuriated her he'd have the audacity to respond in such way. In a intoxicated stupor, she reached to the side of her leg, removing the survival knife she kept there and thrust it into the wood of the table. She didn't scowl, she merely rose her hand to the bartender to close her tab before knocking back the cognac quickly, both glasses.


The knife made its way back into its sheath, and she got up but held her hands out to maintain balance as she stood. The room was spinning, and she needed it to be still for the moment. What had she had? She started off with beer...then it went all blank..then she remembered finishing her juice and gin when the intruders had contaminated her precious bar. Eh. It didn't matter, she would be alright to drive.


"S'all right, I'm driving good to Zoid...yeap." she gave a thumbs up to the bartender who didn't seem to care one way or the other, but the giant smile of stupidity on her face showed she didn't really care too much either. She was drunk got damn it.So feeling her way around, she made her way out of the door. It was brighter out here, so she pulled her cloak lower under her eyes, walking back to her quarters. If she threw up they would have no choice but to believe her sickness!


She smiled before a chuckle escaped her lips, and then a larger laugh that almost seemed hysterical,"MY PLAN IS SUCCESSFUL. I am queen at sneaking!" and soon she hit a pose, much like a power ranger or super hero would in victory, and her hood fell off her head as her eyes landed on Al and some woman, who she was in awfully close proximity.


There she was. Wreaking of alcohol, laughing hysterically, and striking a pose in front of her superior. Might I add who she was trying to avoid. Article? Ha. Try Court Martial.


@LotusSan

 

[Veteran Rookie]

Kiara Graueter & Viktor Isayev
Starting Location: Captain Graueter's Office

Ending Locations:

Kiara: Heading to Hangar

Viktor: Heading to Barracks​

An unceremonious thump announced Viktor's arrival to the Captain's office as he set his duffel bag down in the doorway. Stepping into the office he studied the young woman organizing the workspace and arched a brow. Being a mercenary he didn't bother to remove his hat. "Captain Graueter, I presume? This is some kind of joke, right? Did that stiff, Alcesi, put you up to this?"


Kiara was just finishing her organization when she heard the sound of the mercenary's entrance. She looked him over while he spoke first. "Viktor, I believe I don't remember your full name, excuse me. Joke, please explain; put me up to what?" She acted out like a smart ass to see what he would do.


His face scrunched up into a scowl. "Quit wasting my time. Graueter died ten years ago. Who the hell are you?" Viktor took a step closer to the woman and folded his arms across his chest in irritation. "And you already know my name. Hell, you asked for me specifically. I am only going to ask one more time, 'Captain Graueter.' Who are you?"


She was stunned at his tone. "I am bad at names in person. I requested you on paper. Viktor I believe these are yours." She held his old dog tags up for a moment before setting them on the desk close enough for him to grab. "Kiara Graueter. Daughter of the youngest female General, General Kali Graueter. If you don't mind at least use some respect," she said in a commanding tone.


Viktor's paranoia streak wound up tighter than a spring when the woman showed him something he hadn't seen in over a decade, before General Graueter's death even. His old Oxerian army dog tags. Even from where he was standing he could see the familiar scratches he had gouged into the metal, denouncing the Oxerian Empire's name. The deed had been done to finalize his desertion in his mind. His scowl, off put by genuine surprise, faltered completely as he looked back to Kiara with a stern gaze. "So, Kali did have a kid? Well, Captain, Lieutenant Viktor Isayev of the Longshots mercenaries here at your request. How did you get my tags, and what do you want?"


Kiara chuckled a little. "So you know my mother." She sighed while sitting down, and offered Viktor a seat on the other side of her desk. "How I got them well, it was one of the few things... That my mother had on her before she died, or after. No one knows but you, if I am right." She said it almost sad, but not showing it.


"Yeah, I knew her," confirmed the man in a calmer tone preferring not to say anything more on the matter. He could see where this conversation was going, and it was making him uneasy. Viktor shook his head when offered a seat, and continued to stand and listen. It still amazed him that the recovery teams had found Kali's body in one piece after the abuse her Zoid had endured. Slowly he looked down to his dog tags. "Several months before she died, the late General hired me to assist in the assassination of an Oxerian army VIP. I gave this to her after she went out of her way to save my life. I was going to get it back if I ever returned the favor. Only now my debt will remain unpaid it seems. I believe your people should still have records of that contract somewhere." He looked back to Kiara with a frown. "If anything you will find it with the rest of the information compiled on me concerning the investigation of the General's death."


Kiara smiled, noticing he was uneasy about the current subject. She stood up. "Well, I think the contract is actually, at my house away from the camp. But the old guy might have a copy." She didn't have much investigation material. But she was closer than anyone else on the investigation. "Well you're a hired gun here, and now. I shouldn't waste to much of your time on talking about something that has no use, other than to me." She gestured they should head back to the hangars. "We should probably get back." As was there supposed to be a meeting of some sort.


Viktor tilted his head to the side ever so slightly at Kiara's words. Her intentions were clear to him now, but she seemed to lack the conviction needed to ask the important questions. If he could help it he wasn't going to let her do so. "Before we leave let me make one thing clear. I am done answering questions about General Graueter. What I have to say about her death is in the investigation reports." Admittedly he hadn't said much on the topic, but it wasn't his problem. At least not anymore as far as he was concerned. "No more questions. No more interviews by that coffee reeking bookworm, Alcesi. I am just here for current affairs, and then I am leaving. Do you understand me, Captain?"


Kiara smirked. "Like I said I won't waste your time." She waited till he left before she shut the door. She started walking back to the hangars with him. She pulled her pistol out before adjusting her gun's sight.


"Good." The last thing he needed was people accusing him of killing a general. Again. Meeting the woman's daughter after all this time was just too damned eerie for Viktor to shrug off, too. The way Kiara was fiddling with her pistol didn't help him ease up any less, either. "There is still time before the meeting. I need to drop my things off at the barracks, and will catch up with you later." That being said Viktor headed for the bunkhouse with his duffel bag, not giving any more thought to the relic from the past he had left upon Kiara's desk.


@XxDeAwesomeNessxX

 

[Ixacise]

Vis -hangar 1


He couldn't help but roll his eyes at that one girl getting plastered and making an ass of herself. He only hoped she wasn't contracted like him because he knew there would be some collective ball busting on everyone. "Dirty mercenaries with no discipline at all compared to the glorious and properly trained national army who are shamefully forced to pay for these money grubbing sell swords bereft of honor or greater ideals" type thinking was just one of the tensions he wished to avoid. Sure things were currently cordial but he'd be stupid to not think there wasn't some undercurrent of tension between the army and the hired force. The situation sucked they were stalemating with the enemy who had better firepower and something has to give and now they're spending money on paying every rando with their non-standard zoid wishing to fight so that when the stalemate breaks its on their side.


Vis looked at the bottles and to his surprise it seemed during his deep thoughts he managed to down all the beers. He was feeling it but nowhere as sloshed as that lady; who if he managed to find he'd give her a good bitching. He was about to get a couple more but stopped since he'd be burning through his money on the first day and he'd need to get all that paperwork filed out for the contract as he wasn't working on this for community service hours. Tossing the bottles into the garbage he'd jet out of the bar and to the building and asking around where the room for payment and whatnot was.


Room was empty and he was slightly annoyed at not finding him there. He'd really rather do this today than tomorrow or even worse being pulled into a fight. He mashed on the elevator button to head down but in his hurried state he found it too slow. So instead he descended down the stairs which he half ran and half skipped through the rail when it was low enough to get hurt. Since he wasn't in the office he'd figure he'd be in the one of the hangars checking out the new arrivals. Out of breath he took a couple of minutes to recover before hopping back on his bike and hightailing it to the first hangar. Letting out a sharp whistle he said, "Anyone seen a one Jacob Saunders around here?"


@Der Kojote

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Alcesi A. Elkin

Hangar

​

Alcesi smiled at the woman, nodding at what she said, but nevertheless said, "I need to get these bones moving. Besides, I'm just introducing them and trying to make them comfy, not busting out flips. I'm an old man, not a clown." Alcesi grinned, showing his slightly aged teeth. They were the teeth of age, however, he had made sure to take care of his body over the years, especially since he had a very rapid consumption of coffee over the years, so of course he would have to take precautions for the years.


Alcesi looked at the recent recruit, Vienna's arrival having been sprinkled about the past loads of new people. It was ironic that she teased him about his useless need to go welcome people, however he would have never of met her if he had done so. Besides, this was one of the few reasons he stayed out of his room and didn't do paperwork. Looking to her, Alcesi smiled, before he heard a ruckus down one of the many branching off hallways. Looking down the closest one, where the sound was coming from, Alcesi deadpanned as he saw his "protege", who he had been keeping an eye out for ever since he woke up, was looking at him, laughing and screaming about how she was the "queen" of "sneaking".


Yet, even with the ridiculousness of the situation in front of him, Alcesi merely rubbed his shoulders, before looking to Vienna and said, "Alright, well, it seems I have succeeded in finding Ms.Monet. Though, she does seem a bit intoxicated, but thats only a slight annoyance. Mind helping me get her to her zoid?" Alcesi might be able to corral Ms.Monet towards it, but it would be nice to have some help.


@LotusSan @AkuNoOkami

 

[Penelope Burns]

Vienna Louis

Main Hangar Deck​

Vienna looked at Alcesi like he was crazy. "Her Zoid? Sir she's heavily intoxicated. Taking her to her Zoid would probably just lead to a very bad crash. I'll take up her patrol if that's what you need." She said, still surprised at the man's intent to let a drunk pilot a Zoid. Of course, if she took the patrol it meant that she wouldn't have time for a short, relaxing bath for at least a few more days.


Vienna knew this, but still didn't want others to die when she could easily prevent it. "And besides, I'm still in my flight suit. I'm sure nobody would mind." She joked, smiling. She was also very much lying, as Lia would be furious if she heard that Vienna volunteered to go back.


 
@AkuNoOkami

 

[Der Kojote]

Jacob Saunders

Hanger 1
​

Jacob looked through his papers. How had he missed the fact that there was a Gojalisk? She wasn't a merc, so that substantially lowered the number of forms he had to go through to locate this person. “Barrett Chacelyn…Chacelyn…Chacel-oh…that’s why I over looked the Gojalisk.” Well he had found her form alright…and more than a few extra papers attached to the back. In fact…for transfers in military, she made up about 30% of the stack. He flipped through her file. “Noted for exceptional bravery…and impressive kill record…but one very big detail… question…just HOW many times did you get reprimanded for friendly fire?!” He sighed internally. Just how she had not been discharged was a mystery. However considering the giant zoid that she had…one might forgive the military. At the same time… one thought in particular crossed his mind. WHY THE HELL DID THEY GIVE HER AND LET HER KEEP THE DEADLY ZOID IN THE FIRST PLACE?


He looked to Aarius as he started to talk to the corporal, They know each other…the two people with massive zoids know each other… why am I not surprised. Still it was better they were on his side. Though the sadistic grin on Aarius’ face did not seem to inspire much confidence towards the average level of sanity of the group. Barret’s records indicated no signs of psychological problems. So she seemed to bring it up a bit. Then there was Ashlin…she was…wait where was she? The answer was had when he remembered something that had been said by the Corporal. He saw Ashlin scurrying up the ladder, like a child at Christmas. He scratched his forehead. “You realize she’s not going to get back till dinner right? You realize who you gave permission to right?”


However that would have to wait. A new person entered the hanger, asking for him singling his entrance with a sharp whistle. He sighed forcing his mind from the fact Ashlin was never going to leave the Gojalus for a few hours. Jacob raised his arm, “Over here. If you’re here to check in I got the paper work."





@Shura


@Morridan


@Demensia


@Ixacise

 

[The Kaosophile]

Edurad Desert, 10:30AM - Present


Ezra Bleier wiped the sweat from his brow. He'd have to fix the failing A/C unit when he made it to Diplo. He almost made it to the Whale King before departure, he was only late by an hour or two. Ezra had been tailing the thing ever since, Luckily the sheer mass of the thing made it a large blip on his radar. The sand buffeted Haru's feet as they skied along the ground. Ezra's hands and feet were always itchy in these long desert trips, but it was comforting, familiar. The reasoning for the journey was the unfamiliar part that made him queasy.


I'm going to war. Two days ago I was repairing a water cooler in the McMann company offices. Granted, the water cooler was in a giant, robotic war machine, but the point stands.





I never said it didn't stand.





Oh, fuck no, not in closed quarters, where the hell are my pills? Ezra looked around the cockpit, desperately searching for his small white case of clozapine tablets.


It's in the left-hand console, like always, but we've got a ways to go, you sure you don't want company? I know some good jokes.





You only know jokes that I know, so I'm pretty sure I don't need... Hang on, where the fuck is my brain even putting you?





HELLO!! Libi's smiling face swung down from atop Haru's snout in front of the forward-facing cameras.


GAH! Don't do that, sis. I'm trying to drive, here.





Oh, lighten up, Ezzy, you'll be fine, Haru is probably able to traverse this treacherous and winding maze of terrain here alone. Libi gestured to the giant, flat desert expanse around them. There was a red blob on the horizon in that desert, and beyond that, a tiny sprawled-out speck. With Diplo on the horizon, Ezra made the decision to pop a clozapine pill. He was already late, and therefore an unidentified Zoid outside the base in a time of war, he didn't want the 'crazy' label tacked onto him as well.


Libi was quieter now, just sitting atop Haru's snout, the tips of her shoes dangling in front of the forward-facing cameras, but otherwise unobtrusive as the clozapine kicked in, and her feet, in time, faded too.


Diplo got in range of his radars, so he was in range of theirs. Ezra just realized as a communications line opened, he couldn't respond. He desperately hoped they would recognize his Zoid as one of the McMann Dark Horns they already let in and didn't ask any questi--


“Pilot of the Darkhorn, Hold your position and identify yourself.”


...Shit.

 

[Shura]

Starting Off With a Bang

11:45 a.m. - Diplo Base


The last of new arrivals were safely offloaded from the massive Whale loards with most settled into their docks. Which was a relief to most since the climbing sun wasn't making work out of the hangar much more bearable with steadily climbing temperatures. Some arrivals were still checking in with their respective contacts but for the most part things were starting to settle. Most of the scouting groups had returned with uneventful reports. Thankfully. Thing had been calm at the base for the better part of the war thanks to the efforts of the front line. However there was still a subtle tension in the air.


In the control tower one of the workers let out a heavy sigh before flopping back into one of the old chairs, the joints squeaking a bit from the sudden weight.


“That’s the last of them. Still another two hours before they head back, right?”


“Yeah…” the man beside him muttered eyes fixated on reports before him.


“Something up?”


“Ronald’s squad hasn’t gotten back yet.”


“So? They're probably running behind again… probably scouted out further.”


“There should at least have been a report by now.”


“Check in on ‘em then.”


Setting aside the paper the worried worker made his way over to the radio glancing across the rest of the radars in case the squad was returning and just didn’t radio in. A blip appeared on the radar approaching the base. A single zoid approaching from the west which could mean various things best case scenario it was a straggler or lost traveler. He didn’t really want to think of the worst which mean a Bio-scout had made it this far in. That alone spelled trouble since one scout usually brought a lot of friends close behind.


Flicking a switch a screen flickered on with view of the dessert and a lone dark zoid approaching. A dark horn from the looks of it, heavily modified but a dark horn none the less. Dialing into an open channel he commanded.“Pilot of the Darkhorn. Hold your position and identify yourself.”


He watched as the zoid came to a stop but there was no answer. “Identi-“He started to command again before several alarms went off on the radar only really able to tell that the approaching entities were approaching fast and at a frighteningly familiar trajectory.


“Oh Fuck…”


Several explosions went off just shy of the north eastern wall of the Diplo base causing a tremor radiate out into the rest of the base. A second or two later @Godman873 @AkuNoOkami @LotusSan @Hungry Hungry Hobo @XxDeAwesomeNessxX @Ixacise @The Kaosophile @Demensia

 

[XxDeAwesomeNessxX]

Kiara shocked greatly by the loud noise, and great vibration. Hurrying she ran straight for the hangers. Running at full speed she put her gun up. Arriving at the hangers in chaos, she looks around trying to find some of the captains. Unsuccessful in the search she went to where her zoid was waiting for here.


Jumping in quickly she noticed few zoids were waiting for orders. She immediately told the soldiers to follow her. As her zoid ran in the direction of the explosions. Quickly she checked all her systems, and weapons, advising all the soldiers to as well.


(Short didn't want to shoot ahead of everyone.)


@Everyone

 

[Ixacise]

Vis -hangar 1


Vis was relieved that the man he was looking for was in this hangar and not somewhere else. As he really rather not spend the day running around. Walking up to him the first thing he noticed the guy had some metal bits that weren't on the inside on his jaw and some technicolor hair marking him as a zoidian. "Hey there I-" Just his luck it seemed something big was heading their way as he heard the siren alarming everyone in the base with its loud whine. "The name is Vis, Vis Inata one of the many hired guns here and pilot of that scrap heap 'round the corner can't miss it. It's the only one with wings and a horn. Anyway I was going to ask about paperwork before this happened, but I still need to do some of that with the clearances and whatnot and most importantly what the hell do you need to do now!?" he said with great speed and in a loud voice.


@Der Kojote

 

[Brax]

Shay Lorens

[ gettingthefuckout ]
​

So the sirens began, in conjunction with a collection of explosions not far off from Diplo.


As soon as they sounded, Shay decided that waiting for Hayden's response was not exactly viable at the moment. They had to get moving as soon as possible. Grabbing his last glass of alcohol and swallowing it within a single gulp, Shay ran to his feet - practically grabbing Hayden's shirt and ripping it off as he moved. The entirety of the mess hall was flowing toward the doors; Shay knew he would either make it first, or bash straight through the wall of people. His life was over theirs; so was Hayden's. No one was going to bar them exit. Running as fast as he possibly could, Shay let go of Hayden's shirt. A small crowd of people were all trying to fit through the door at the same time, though no one was budging. Using his momentum to propel himself forward, Shay hopped off of the ground and bashed shoulder-first into the group, causing about seven soldiers to topple over onto the ground. This included Shay, who quickly got to his feet before being trampled over by a storm of escaping soldiers. Running ahead of the pack, the young man raced to the main floor of the hangar once more.


Shay was extremely intoxicated, to the point where he thought he was going to throw up multiple times from the liquor swishing around in his empty stomach. He was able to control his nausea from getting the better of him, but this did not stop the fact that the idea of him possibly upchucking was still lingering in the back of his head the entire time he dashed for his Mugen Liger. Occasionally, he would turn around to make sure Hayden was still close behind him. It was necessary to get out, but Shay was not going to leave Hayden behind if he got lost. Hell, it was worth giving his own life up to save his brother. The Mugen Liger extended its head down as far as it could so Shay could hop in without issue, with the top portion of the lion-type Zoid flipping up vertically to allow entrance.


Once he got into his seat, Shay closed the cockpit with the use of a button to his right. The field of vision instantly brightened, with the Zoid's sensor capturing multiple entities in the nearby radius. Of course, they were in a cockpit with a number of unknown Zoids. However, the Mugen Liger's dashboard did make it clear what allies were in the area. Hayden's, and Rylie's. He had both communication links to their appropriate zoids. The first thing Shay did when those paws hit the ground, was send a link out to Rylie's Berserker Fury. This was opened at the same time as the communication link for Hayden. The screens which allowed him to see both pilots were staticky to an extent, and would continue to be so for a short time even if the two had answered his call. Luckily enough, the three were connected to the same line once Shay's Mugen Liger was involved in calling both at the same time.





S: "Rylie!? RYLIE?"


No answer. Shay gritted his teeth, looking in the direction of the Berserker Fury. He could not see if it was there, due to a mixture of Zoids moving for the northeastern wall of Diplo.





S: "Southwest gate, meet me there, NOW!"


No response, still. Shay could not wait any longer. Hayden was right beside him, so there would be no issue. Hands grasped the throttles of his Mugen Liger, knuckles turning white from the tight grip they employed. Applying the boosters allowed the Zoid to cut off a couple of other ones, before it began running in the opposite direction of the crowd. At one point, Shay was forced to propel the Mugen Liger into the air and hop off of a Salamander before making it out of the hangar. Heading towards the south, the thief was pleased to find he was correct in his assumption; there was absolutely no threat to be found. Of course, the Mugen Liger was trying its best to warn Shay of the impeding force coming from behind him. Despite the fact that he was halfway to plastered, Shay was still one hundred percent capable. He knew it, too. Turning the Zoid around to face the side of the hangar it came from, Shay waited for the two Zoids. The best bet was to group up and fight in a large number to survive, though it was unsure as to how large the opposite force had been. Those numbers which were immobilized had been something completely unknown to Diplo, at least.





@Godman873 @CloudyBlueDay

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Rylie Freyhem


Hangar - Outside Wrecking Faces



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Sirens started blaring, yet for some reason, Rylie lingered. She was feeling rather heavy, maybe because of guilt or exhaustion or idiocy but whatever it was she didn't move for a moment. She watched the chaos unfold before her, people running to their Zoids, panicking all crazy like. Her heart raced, but still she didn't move. I've waited so long. She thought to herself. Then she gently knocked on the Berserk Fury's outside. It began to growl, low, deep, as the door opened once more to let her in. They both knew it was time for a battle, and they had both been waiting for it.


Rylie jumped inside. She grasped the controls and grinned wildly. It was easy for her to maneuver out of her spot, shame, she had just moved the damn thing for that stupid officer. The giant Zoid stomped it's way past the others, because they either moved or got trampled.


Finally. Finally! She'd dreamt about it. She would get to fight. That was all she really had ever wanted to do. Just fight. Out in the world, if you fought you were frowned upon. Here, you could crush anyone you wanted! Now she got to fight, not only for herself, but for her son. And on top of that Shay would see how freaking awesome she was. That would stop his worrying. Hopefully. God, he was such a worryer.


S: "Rylie!? RYLIE? Southwest gate, meet me there, NOW!"


Rylie didn't even bother, though she did roll her eyes, having known that would happen. She was grinning bigger now. Who cared about him. Freaking out for nothing. Shay could handle himself. He was just panicking, well guess what, she could handle herself too. The Berserk Fury gave a mighty roar, announcing it's presence. She would've kept on going, looking for something to pummel but Rylie noticed Shay's Mugen Liger up ahead. She piloted her Monster towards him. Eh, I'm in a good mood. He can worry about other junk.


R: "Chill."





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[Der Kojote]

Jacob Saunders

Hanger 1​

Jacob was about to check in the newcomer who introduced himself as Vis. However, something took precedence. The klaxon was blarring distant explosipons were echoing off in the distance. Jacob gritted his teeth, and seethed out a single word. "Fuck." He took of running to His Dibison. He yelled out running towards it "MOLOCH GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR! WE'VE GOT COMPANY." A rumble could be heard from zoid as Jacob approached it. He scrambled up the ladder to the platform that was level with the cockpit. It never was a comforting thought of going into battle. even after many years in the service, it was the same feeling, anxiety, adrenaline, fear, bravado, sense of duty, all distilled into a potent emotional concoction that ate at his nerves as much as it strengthened his will. As he approached the Cockpit, it slid open, to which he jumped in. The targeting system activated, the gears and guns hummed to life.


He closed his eyes, and breathed deep. One moment to focus himself.


He was back in the saddle.


He pressed a few buttons opening the comm frequency of the base. "Alright! This is Second lieutenant Saunders! if you are a Merc YOU NEED TO BE IN YOUR ZOIDS NOW. THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I do not care if you are roaring drunk, or barely coherent! Get in your zoids and defend this base! I Repeat this is not a drill! all Merc forces into your zoids!"


@well...just about everyone...

 

[Veteran Rookie]

Viktor Isayev
Heading for the Northeastern Gate

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Explosions and sirens. At least the first day on the job wouldn't be boring... Still, Viktor didn't care for the long sprint from the barracks back to the hangars. Diplo Base was a beehive of activity as people started to prepare for the attack. By the time he reached Hangar 2 several Zoids were already leaving. Thankfully most of the new arrivals had parked in Hangar 1 so he didn't have too much trouble reaching his Gun Sniper. As if on cue the velociraptor themed mecha was already waiting with its cockpit open, its head bowed down low to the hangar floor. A good leap allowed Viktor to grab onto one side of the exposed control center, and up the Gun Sniper lifted its head, taking several steps forward as the man hauled himself into the cockpit. As they exited Hangar 2 the orange tinted reinforced glass dome lowered on the Zoid's head to seal the cockpit of from the harsh arid air of the desert.


Already Viktor was at work studying various information as screens flickered to life. People and Zoids were gathering to leave the base from the Northwestern Gate, which meant the brunt of the enemy was probably coming from that direction. Viktor smirked as he eyed the Northeastern Gate heading out of the base. He had no intention of being part of the mob leaving from the Northwestern Gate, but if the idiots gathered there wanted to play Cannon Fodder with the enemy's guns in range of the base, he wasn't going to stop them either. The foolhardy would be culled from the herd, and the enemy would be that much shorter on ammunition. As the Gun Sniper started to march for its chosen exit a familiar voice came up over the open radio frequencies. The mercenary clenched his teeth before singling out Kiara's Zoid and opening a private communication line with it. Kiara's HelCat was running in the same direction his Gun Sniper was fortunately.


"Captain Graueter! This is Viktor Isayev. Do not disappoint me by dying on the first day. I am following you to the Northeast Gate, and will provide precision fire for support. I suggest we take the opportunity to flank the enemy while the bulk of allied forces engage head on."


@XxDeAwesomeNessxX

 

[Syrena]

Elsa Dryden

[Heading Toward The Northeastern Gate]​

Elsa activated the neuro-connection.


The sudden flood of information was overwhelming. She could feel the dusty sand coating the Lightning Saix’s flanks, and the sharp, restless irritation simmering into nothingness. Elsa took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut.


Her Lightning Saix flicked its tail again. She could feel anticipation bubbling through the metal and computers. Carefully, she opened her eyes and checked the monitor displaying environmental data. The immediate area was still clear.


“Only the hanger.” She said again, slowly dragging out each word, as the anticipation grew. Elsa squirmed in her seat. Sweat making her suit damp and sticky. “Okay.” She tucked loose strands of black hair behind her ear.


And, then, they were running. Together.


They turned several kilometers later, tossing yellow sand into the air, and came to an easy stop. Her heart was pounding in her chest as the physical feeling of her Saix kicking the ground faded and the carefree joy of running slowly seeped into her bones. Elsa sighed and smiled as the cooling system vented off the heat.


“That wasn’t even remotely near the appropriate direction for the hanger.” She couldn’t quiet get her annoyance to cut through the smile in her voice. “So…” Her voice faded and she checked the environmental data again in nervous habit.


Her radio suddenly blared with an alarm and static. Elsa recalibrated the environmental data monitor. Something popped up in the corner of the map, but she was too far away for more detailed information. Her fingers hovered over the radio controls for a brief second before she snapped her hand back.


There wasn’t any point in try to break through the static. It was better to go back to base, or catch up with a patrol. She turned toward the northeastern gate because it was closest. The neuro-connection was still active when Elsa took off at a run.


@Hungry Hungry Hobo @XxDeAwesomeNessxX @Anyone else near the northeastern gate. (Mentioned. Well. Not really much of a mention. But I'm headed your way.)

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Alcesi A. Elkin

Hangar
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Alcesi felt his entire body tense as he heard the telltale noise of the siren ringing through the air, the pitch and intensity making it seem as if their had only been silence before its debut, the ability it held to pierce through even the loudest of crowds an amazing addition to the important contraption. Gripping his coffee mug, Alcesi pushed up his glasses and listened the ramble around him as everyone took notice of the importance of such a sound, going for their Zoids, and only few actually straggling due to confusion. Their confusion was appeased when the comm came to life in a short little beep that was almost lost in the resounding wails of the alarm, before he could guess what was about to play over it, Alcesi heard the roaring and passionate voice of Lieutenant Saunders informing all of the Mercs, those who would most likely be confused or misled by the sound, of their need to save the base, and how it mattered little about their state of sobriety.


Looking to Vienna, Alcesi urgently said, "Vienna, make sure Ms.Monet gets to her Zoid. Her intoxicated state should hopefully not hinder her Zoid's ability to fight." Alcesi began to move towards one of the branching hallways, their exits and entrances coming naturally to him. He had spent weeks before the transfer to this base, learning about the paths, and this one A3, would lead him to exactly where he wanted to be. Looking over to Vienna from his shoulder, Alcesi yelled over the sound, "I'll be back a while. You get moving!" Alcesi began to walk even faster towards where he knew his room was, his legs cutting in front of the other one with intensity as he dragged himself down the hall. Walking up a small flight of stairs, and a long narrow hallway, Alcesi was only slightly out of breath as he saw the little sign he had made to make sure people knew where his office was. The "Director Elkin" sign not changing as he rushed into his room and began to look around, before seeing exactly what he needed if he was going to survive this mess. Walking up to the desired object, Alcesi put forth his mug, and sighed in contentment as his cup began to fill up with the warm liquid being provided by his trusty coffee machine.


A part of him was sour as he heard the sounds of the alarm still blaring, his own room having a little speaker for the sound to roll through, and he wished desperately that he had been able to scout better than he had. It was all so sudden, but Alcesi knew that things like this was normal, and there really wasn't much he could to help out at this point. While he had a Zoid, his Lanstag being like a faithful friend through the years, Alcesi had never been in combat with it, except for when his scouting missions went bad and he had to book it out of danger zones. Drinking his recently filled drink, Alcesi hummed to himself a bit, before placing the coffee down and listening to the sounds of war. It was a cruel reality, and he wished he could help, but with his eyes and fragile body, he might be taking off more than he could chew. He cursed his age with a vehemence, knowing that the brave young ones of the new age were raring to go at the enemy, yet here he was, unable to do anything.


Alcesi's eyes lit up as he thought of something he could do, however, something that was very important and had been on his mind for a while. This recent attack on the base brought concern to him. If they had managed to get through, what did that say about the Front line? Sure, some lucky ones broke through sometimes, he called them lucky, but there was nothing lucky about being instantly killed off in a fiery explosion, however, this was a rather large size for something that luckily managed to get through. Picking up his coffee, Alcesi stormed out of his room and went towards the Hangar, an impassioned light encapturing his entire pupil and growing steadily larger as the decreasing distance between him and his Lanstag acted a fuel for his spirit. He would find out, he would learn, and he would spread the word about the state of the closest Front line base, even if it killed him!


@LotusSan @AkuNoOkami

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

Ms. Calisa Monet





She blinked once she saw Al beginning to talk, and slow took an erect stance with her back straight. She slowly lowered the headphone from over her ears, and saluted the man,"General um.Colonel...urrrh...SIR." She nodded, before chuckling a bit but clearing her throat and staring at the man before her. She was about to open her mouth to say something, but the other woman had begun to speak so she didn't.


She side-eyed the woman, smirking a bit,"Even if I WAS intoxicated, which I assure you I am not, I am a better pilot than the lot of these people even intoxicated." Her bright violet eyes glanced around trying to find something else to say,"Besides, who are you even." She had a bit of sass in her voice, something she didn't often show when she was in the presence of superiors, but she was intoxicated at the moment.


When she rose her hand to point a the woman, the fire nation had attacked. Well, not the fire nation, but someone was attacking. She looked to the woman and back Alecsi, and then looked back to the woman, and then to Alecsi


"What's all the commotion," she muttered before realizing what it was. Al had moved to go do one thing or another, and left the woman in charge of making sure she got to her zoid. "I don't need no help," she said sternly before pulling her headphones back to her ears and trotting towards the Konig Wolf. Her job was different, she was a special ops pilot and her specialties required for her to be used a certain way. She'd have to wait for Captain Hoss to tell her what to do.


@LotusSan and i supposed @DamagedGlasses

 

[GeneralZod]

Hayden Senayh

Exiting Hangar
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Hayden heard the alarms go off as he stared longingly at his food. "Damn it. Just as I started eating." He muttered as he ran out of the mess hall with one of the burgers still in his hand. Rushing down the hallway all thoughts of Riley's drama or Shay's son exited his head as he was excited to use his barigator in combat. Taking a bite while running more sauce dripped out of the burger as he struggled to run, chew and breathe without choking on his food. In the hallway he noticed a senior citizen running down the hall as if his life depended on it. At least he knew how to get around quickly. Keeping a laugh to himself he ran by waving the burger that was in his left hand as if he was waving hello. "Hello Wrinkles!" Hayden said darting into the hangar.


"Cuddles! I hope you're ready for some action!" He tried to shout across the hangar, luckily though Cuddles had already seen Hayden and opened up ready for him to take the cockpit. The hangar was loud and had a sense of orderly chaos to it, which made it easy to eat his burger without anyone noticing that he pulled it out of the mess hall. Finally reaching Cuddles Hayden rushed up into the mouth of the zoid practically tackling the cockpit. The zoid showed some disapproval of the burger in the pilot seat but Hayden shrugged it off. "It won't last much longer, I mean look at this flimsy thing." He said waving the burger around as the thin patty flopped back and forth. "You have fuel in you and I need fuel in me so deal with it buddy." Cuddles closed his mouth as Hayden contacted Shay through the communications. Shoving a large bite of burger into his mouth he heard the tail end of Shay's orders to Riley. "You can rush on ahead, I'll meet you there since Cuddles isn't the fastest thing around."


Flipping through a few of the channels he heard one of the soldiers shout out something about bio zoids, most of it didn't bother Hayden in the least but when he heard the mention of a flying bio zoid Cuddles was clearly unnerved. "Sure we can't handle flying things that well but we have the rest of the team, they can probably handle it for us while we kill the grounded ones." Despite Hayden's attempt at calming Cuddles the zoid was still a bit disturbed, he didn't blame Cuddles for not wanting to deal with a flying zoid but he had never seen Cuddles this disturbed. Did his uncle do something to cuddles to make it this afraid? Shrugging off the thought Hayden and Cuddles moved out of the hangar as quickly as they could to help Shay and join the battle.

 

[Demensia]

Ashlin & Berry
Hangar One​

Dmf! The sound of distant fireworks was quickly followed by the rattling sound of the hangar. Barret's neck hairs spike and without a word to the lieutenant she swirled round and bolted, firing off at jet speed as she pushed forward to the Gojalus. She was already shouting, "Jugalos, GO!"


The Gojalus whirred into life and lifted up slightly as the first step in motion began, the heavy thump as the first footfall hit the ground, the second already lifted and moving forward. The arms raised slightly and as soon as Berry had grabbed one of the rungs of the ladder, The Gojalus no longer walked, but ran.


Ashlin's attention snapped from the zoids in the hangar to a far off explosion. Her head tilted slightly as she wondered if there was some kind of drill or range training going on up until the sirens started to blare. All of a sudden the metal beneath her started to move and a shock of dread ran through her. "Whoa what?! Hey! I'm still here!" She called to the zoid managing to grab a handle and hang on for dear life. The zoid started to leave the hangar causing Ash to panic further. Gotta get back to Mirage. Glancing down Ash tried to figure out a way to get down without killing herself until she realized her only way down was currently being blocked by the frilly pilot as she scaled the moving zoid with impressive speed.


Berry bounded upwards, pouncing up rungs four at a time until she reached the arm wind brushing her hair, and a flowery patch attached to a strap flew behind the Gojalus, no longer hiding the melted and burnt skin that seemed to have once been a second eye. "Damnit, that was a good one" She cursed while pulling up over the arm. She launched into a sprint, each step carefully placed onto flat and even pieces of metal. Berry had throughout her experiences gotten really good at balancing against the Gojulas' full pace, and quickly found herself next to Ashlin.


Barrett grabbed Ashlin's wrist yanking as she ran in front of the cockpit landing with a thump in the chair. Ashlin was yanked on top of her unceremoniously, now wrapped in unimaginable levels of frills. Ash panicked as she was suddenly dragged behind the surprisingly strong woman not giving much of a fight as she fell onto the woman's frilly lap. Ash sat up quickly "Mirage!" She shouted over the noise of sirens and urgency just before she was enclosed with no escape by the glass and metal hatch. The two were closed off from the chaos. "Keep my goddamn frills down and keep out of the way" Berry spoke harshly, there was little time for happy and kind and her more normal frown was replaced with a more severe case of irritation.


"uh, Yes Ma'am" Ash flinched slightly at the woman's command while staring in a mix of shock and fear at the woman who a moment ago had been bouncy and friendly was now very hostile and had a very burnt right eye. The thin girl shrank down as best she could trying not to be in the way.


Once Ashlin had situated herself, Berry started touching the sensors moving them into more convenient locations pushing them out of the way of the central visuals and adjusting them to where they were visible in her limited peripheral vision. The 3D sensor easily picked up the large tremors coming from the eastern side thermal readings showing signs of 25... No 50. Barrett hissed in frustration.


Ash saw the read out and her eyes widen. "Oh... shit..."


Within hangar one the shadow fox that had been taking a rest became alert of the sirens. Its dim eyes glowed a bright green as it expected his pilot to come bounding in at any moment. Much to his surprise and dismay this wasn't the case as the young girl was sealed off inside of a massive Gojalus. Without waiting another second the Zoid started to move and bolted out of the dock to catch up to the zoid that had his pilot.


@Shura @Poorleftbehindzoid @everyone

 

[Shura]

SSgt. Raiden and Sgt. Rains

"Does anyone even know how they got this close?" Raiden hissed softly as she hurried down one of the corridors pulling her long raven hair up into a messy bun. Despite the commotion and rushing done in the halls her path was practically clear as no one wanted to be the cause of her delay.


"Not yet but first line of defense has already be mobilized" Rains replied a step along side the amazon of a woman matching her quick pace. "Squads A1 through 7 are already en route along with C2 through 4. C1, 5 and 7 are on the border of the Shield." he muttered checking a small hand held screen feeding info of troop movement and status in real time. "P1 and 2 are already in the air. 3 through 4 are getting out now."


"That just leave the merch... who haven't even been organized."


"Think of it this way, when all is said and done we've seen their skill first hand. Makes the squads will be easier."


"True enough..."


The two rapidly approached Hangars one and two from the operations building the sound of mobilizing Zoids could be hear all around the base along side non-pilots working to ensure defensive measures were taken. A long the wall Anti-Aerial Zoid (AAZ) 90 mm beam cannons were aimed towards the incoming force.


A low humming sound could be heard to anyone along the wall as the e-shield was activated With in seconds an aurora of colors shaped into an umbrella over the entire base. The shield extended 10km beyond the wall but did not touch the ground, instead it left 30 m of clearance between the top of the wall and the edge of the shield.


Gates along the northern and eastern walls opened allowing for troops out of the base. Several squads of 5-6 Zoids comprised primarily of command wolves and blade liger charged a head to form a front defense line followed by Cannon Tortoise and Gorodos for ranged support. In the air were Pteras and Scorch's aiming to make the first strike.


(Feel free to come up behind the front line if you want. Just figured I'd set the stage for the actual battle before the fighting started. All mercenaries and military have been given base information on the enemy Zoids so you would at least know what you are dealing with even if you've never fought them.)

Spoiler

• There is an energy shield over the base extending 10 km out providing protection from air strikes.
  
• For any flight related zoids you have 30 meters of clearance between the wall and shied if you are leaving from inside or flying over the base
  
• There are 90mm AAZ Beam Cannons providing cover fire from the wall
  
• There are essentially 3 NPC waves
  Air (Petera and Scorch) who would reach the enemy first.
  
• Second Line is mostly Blade Ligers and Command Wolves
  
• Third line is Cannon Tortoise and Gorodos with heavy artillery
  

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[Brax]

Shay Lorens


[ambush city]
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S: "Fuck going to the front to die first. We're smarter than that."


At least, Shay was. Typically speaking, he was a shot caller at all times. He had always been before, and now would be no different. The young man had exponential experience in decision-making under extreme duress, something which had accumulated over a number of years. Each time both Shay hatched a plan to get money for both him and his crew, it was his (insisting) commanding behavior in crunch-time which kept any party he devised in line. As time went on, eventually the small group of thieves had dwindled down to both Hayden and himself, but that was a story for a different time.





S: "Wait for those who are overzealous to fight. Let them reduce the numbers, and then we could hit them when they least expect it. I don't need to say this, but just because i'm in a Mugen Liger, doesn't mean you two aren't in a Barigator and a Berserker Fury. If anyone has a chance of making it out alive, it's us. Those other large Zoids can handle a majority of the work for now."


Looking around, Shay turned the Mugen Liger. There were no enemies which were in sight. Speaking in a low tone, mostly to himself, Shay devised the best plan for action. Going through the hangar would probably be like painting a huge target on their backs, so obviously they would have to take a different route. Shay had no problem heading out front to make sure that the three were moving along without any distractions or other Zoids to worry about. Generally speaking, Shay was not worried in the slightest. There was rarely a time that was, but that mostly went hand-in-hand with the fact that Shay had no qualms with dying. He did not fear being killed, nor did he fear his son growing up in a world without him. Chances were, the boy would be better off if anything else.





S: "You two need to move as fast as possible. I'm going to scope out the side of the base to make sure we're not walking into an ambush. Get going, now!"


Each time Shay stopped speaking, the transmission of his in-cockpit video would cut; just like it did for everyone else. Pushing the thrusters as far as he could, the Mugen Liger began sprinting at full speed toward the left side of the base. Kicking the sand up with its paws each time it lifted a leg, the sentient mecha turned the corner nearest to the southeast exit at close to two hundred and eighty kilometers per hour. As it seemed in front of him, the coast was clear; the sounds of other Zoids were easy to hear over blazing sirens, which Shay practically wished would suddenly break to rid him of the frustration of constant blaring horns.


Once he got to the middle of the distance which stretched between their desired location and the point which the group had initially met up from, the Mugen Liger came to a screeching holt. "Lumiere, show me the display of hostile location." On the screen in front of him, the Zoid caught faint signals of the direction belonging to the first strike. Initial readings saw at least ten Zoids in bright red outlines. Some were thicker than others, giving Shay the impression that there was more which had yet to match the same speed.


Shay smirked. The Mugen Liger's head cocked upward before letting out a guttural roar, one which made the air around him practically rumble while resonating for a short span of time immediately after.





S: "It's going to be a long day for the Oxerian Empire."





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