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Post by jackygirl on Feb 7, 2017 14:09:53 GMT
It has been three years since the Interstellar war between the Coalition of Democratic Extrasolar Colonies (CODEC) and the Empire of Humanity Ascendant began when the member planets of CODEC declared themselves independent from the tyranny of the young Empress. You are the newly formed Shadow Lance an elite unit unique in the fact that every member is an ace meaning they have at a minimum fifteen confirmed mech kills. Under the command of the decorated Captain Isaacs you have been assigned to the CWS Gungir a prototype stealth ship deployed to the Dead-Zone a mess of asteroid belts and half lawless planets dividing Imperial and CODEC occupied territories. Unfortunately the Dead-Zone is also one of the main sources of the rare Element-X a critical component in the production of the anti-matter which fuels every spacecraft from the smallest mech to the largest dreadnought.
Captain Isaac's cold eyes pan around the briefing room. Here sit the members of Shadow Lance all assembled in one place for the first time. In 24 hours the maintenance to the Gungir will be complete and they will leave Last Hope Station so called because it marks the boundary between CODEC occupied space and the Dead-Zone. "Pilots." The captain begins his voice cold and void of emotion. "You are sitting here because command has decided that you are best suited for Shadow Lance. Our overall mission objective will be to disrupt the Imperial mining efforts whilst protecting are own. We will be performing solo operations behind enemy lines and as such we will often be out of contact with high command." A hint of disdain enters his voice as he mentions command. "During these times my authority will be absolute I have permission to perform any and all actions I deem necessary to the success of this mission." He leans forward icy blue eyes narrowing. "Some of these operations may be ethically dubious, some may involve civilian targets and some may forever be deemed too extreme to be revealed to the general public. If you are not willing to carry out my orders without question I suggest you leave now you will not be penalised. Those that do stay however know that while our hands may be bloodied and our souls blackened what this Lance will accomplish will immeasurably aid the cause of CODEC. The atrocities we commit will be balanced by the lives we save by bringing about a swifter victory in this war. If you are ready to do what must be done remain seated and know that there is no going back."
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Post by Deaths on Feb 8, 2017 5:33:01 GMT
Justin begins to stand with a smile on his face, if only it was that easy. A small electric shock hits his ankle and he sits back down. He looks at his left leg, specifically the black box strapped to him. It was a tracking device and electo-shock therapy all rolled into one, and portable how lucky for him. "I guess that whole walking away thing, doesn't a apply to me does it Cap?" A smaller shock goes through his leg, causing him to slap the desk in front of him in pain. A small chuckle breaks out of him while the captain gives his speech, he feels daggers being stared at him from his new comrades.
"Jeez I guess both side love their damned speeches." He thinks to himself while he rest his chin in his left hand, bored beyond words he will do anything to make this guy shut up. Finally it happens he stops bloviating, a thankful sigh escapes Justin's mouth. He feels more stares, but he's used to them at least he's allowed to walk around the ship here, the last two he was confined to the brig. "Remember kids," He begins talking down to his crew. "Everyone we kill is just some poor guy, doing what he can to keep his family from starving to death. He doesn't care about the war he just wants to stay alive. When his children stay up late waiting for daddy to come home, we are the reason he doesn't." He lets out a painful scream and falls to the floor. "God damn, you keep shocking me with that thing, eventually I'm going to start liking it." He yells at whoever is pressing the damned thing, crawling back into his chair he remains quite.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 8, 2017 6:42:48 GMT
Katherine sits at her desk as the speech goes on, slouching a little in the chair and chewing a piece of gum. She usually does that to help her focus on the briefings, sometimes they get long winded because these people love to hear themselves speak. This guy seems to be no different and just wants him to get to the point of it all. She knows what's at risk, why they do what they do. She's heard it a million times, why must they repeat it over and over?
She turns her head to hear one of the pilots speak, who she identifies quickly as the former Empire Pilot, people keep calling him Black Hand because of his nasty burn wound. She recognises him not because he sticks out from the rest due to his status, but because they had fought in the past before he was captured.
It was during a mission defending a Convoy when he and his Lance attacked. She cut down two of his before he set his sights on her, like he took those kills personally and he probably did. Nobody likes to see one of their Lance get killed, let alone two. It was a vicious exchange of slashes and stabs. His monosaber clashing against her Plasma cutter blades. He was an amazing fighter in close combat, most of her attacks were parried and she had a few close calls parrying his at the last second. While he was by far a better combatant than her, she had the advantage of agility and speed which brought them at a stalemate. What felt like hours was actually thirty minutes until reinforcements arrived and he eventually cut his losses and retreated with the rest of his remaining Lance. She holds no grudge against him, more of a respect for his swordsmanship if nothing else. She wonders if he recognises her... if not now, he surely will when he sees her mecha.
While he talks about remembering that who they kill are people, she relates to that. It stops her becoming a sociopath like most pilots, remembering every life she has stolen away, that every mecha and ship she cut in half had a living person inside. She refuses to block that part out, afraid she will forget who she is... She winces when a shock hits him powerful enough to knock him to the floor. She felt that, reminds her of the time she was on home arrest as a teenager, as she went through a troubled kid phase and got into some legal trouble, only this one does more than a little electric shock. Instead of laughing along with the other members, who seem to find his fall from his high horse to an electrical safety net funny, she just casually blows a sizable bubble with her gum until it pops as she watches him get up, which earns her a glare from the Captain.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 8, 2017 11:31:11 GMT
Tom watches the traitor fall down and can't help but allow himself a small smirk. Three years ago when he'd signed up he'd been a true CODEC believer now he just wanted to make sure that his planet never suffered the horrors of an Imperial occupation. He'd heard the stories about what the Imps did to the CODEC worlds they "re-assimilated" into the Empire; mass graves for CODEC "collaborators", secret police dragging people from their homes in the dead of night, forced labour camps to support the Imperial war machine. Perhaps some of it was CODEC propaganda but he still remembered when they'd retaken Corillin IV talking to the people who'd made it through the nightmare that planet had become made him all the more determined that his planet Sousan never go through that.
If keeping his home safe meant killing a thousand fathers he'd do it not gladly but because it was necessary. He remains seated his eyes on the Captain waiting for him to continue.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 8, 2017 18:49:14 GMT
Isaacs sneered at the traitor as he picks himself off the floor the captain's hand hovering over the remote on his podium linked to the shock box. "Yes well your opinions are rather well known Blackhand but unfortunately you are the one person here without any choice in the matter unless you'd prefer a swift execution which I would be more then happy to arrange. As you have discovered I have been transferred control of your leash so if I told you to go swimming in space naked I fully expect you to comply without questions or any more of your... cowardly monologues." Isaac's eyes slide from pilot to pilot "Any other questions?"
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Post by Envy on Feb 8, 2017 22:02:08 GMT
Sitting in her chair Eyvind listens intently to Cpt.Issac she doesn't rise her hand. Because she knows what is required of her she was assigned to this new Lance for a reason she won't let her superiors down and she won't disappoint them either. Looking over towards the Empire tratior she sowls at him she doesn't even attempt to make eye contact with him once a empire dog always a dog is what she says.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 4:15:44 GMT
Waiting for the commander to break the room's silence with the delivery of his speech, Alysa was sitting firmly in a loose chair that sat around the middle of the group who would soon be working together as Shadow Lance. She knew that everyone in the room, save for the former imperial, probably knew about her reputation or had seen her work first-hand, but she wasn't able to gauge how many of them felt strongly one way or the other about her being on the team. This wasn't a good indication of the room though, since most units don't show concern about working with her until they're away from the eyes of the commander. She hoped that at least a couple of the people in the room were concerned, though, as missions tend to be a lot more boring when she isn't met with resistance. As her dark eyes searched the faces of her soon-to-be comrades, none of them particularly stood out to her. She wasn't yet sure if this new team was going to be a pain in her side or pushovers due to her reputation, but both outcomes would at least be fun in some way. She felt that none of them would be able to stop her from doing whatever she wanted to do, anyway. After having to work with so many different teams due to complaints from the members about her breaking of the protocol and unnecessary violence, she knew that working with a team of strangers was always at least enjoyable for her. After looking around again, she noticed that one of them seemed to actually be a prisoner. She assumed that he was being forced to join their battle, but didn't feel too strongly about it. Obviously the imperial isn't going to be particularly loyal to CODEC, but that would just be something that the two would have in common. She idly messed with the sleeve of her uniform while she waited for the commander to speak, staring blankly in a daze filled with the combat she hoped the new mission would bring.
As the commander launched into his briefing of the newly formed team, Alysa's daze was broken and she quickly moved her head to listen to him speak. As the commander mentioned the lack of contact with high command, she began to visibly perk up in anticipation. That was great news for her. Though she believed that other units couldn't stand in her way, her superiors could easily pull her out of CODEC if she went too far. She lived for the freedom that these types of missions provide. Her exited expression turned into a subtly viscous smile as the commander kept on. She felt herself warming up to the commander more and more as he delivered his speech, as he made it obvious that he had the intent on performing ruthless operations. Of course even if this commander had turned out to be a prude, she wasn't going to let him control her anyway. It was still nice to know that the two were thinking at least somewhat similarly, though she knew that the commander probably had more practical reasons for killing than she did. As the commander regards the team at the end of his speech, Alysa sits a bit straighter in her seat and flashes the commander a pleased expression.
As the former imperial acts out of turn and falls after being electrocuted, Alysa openly laughed at him and found the scene genuinely funny. He had started spouting nonsense, after all, so it served him right. She no longer related to the man after he tried to argue their commander's statements, so he was back to being as low in importance to her as the rest of the units. She had a feeling that she wasn't going to get along with anyone in the room, barring the commander of course. She had the impression that everyone was either going to be too soft or too strict. She once again laughed at the imperial as the commander verbally berated him. "Certainly no complaints here." She replied in a genuinely pleased tone to the commander's search for questions. She then eagerly turned around her to gauge the reactions of the other pilots, looking for any concerned expressions.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 9, 2017 16:29:50 GMT
"Glad to hear it. Now all of you report to the hangar for assembly and mech-inspection I suggest you get to know each other on the way we're going to be together for a long time, well maybe not you Blackhand." The Captain gestured towards the open door back into the ship's corridors before going back to reading something on his podium.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 9, 2017 16:55:54 GMT
Kat jumps up from her seat while giving the Captain a mock salute. Jeez, she thought that would never end. As she makes her way out of the room, she makes short eye contact with Alysa and can't suppress rolling her eyes. Wonderful, they have somebody who not only is a loose cannon, but copies her fighting loadout. They brought her and the Empire traitor, what's next?
She arrives at the Hangar and sees her beautiful mechanical beast, The Hurricane. The mecha is more slender looking than the the other mechs due to less armour and she designed it's body to have a more feminine appearance. It sounds pointless, but it makes her mecha stand out and make the Empire remember her, to recognise and fear her presence. On each forearm is a folded Plasma cutter blade, ready to spring out within milliseconds of hostile contact, not to mention the shoulder mounted autocannon she can use of the enemy decides to create some distance. It's Evasive Thrusters are powerful, allowing her to zip and dip through the battlefield with speed and grace that most targeting systems have trouble keeping up with, or she can use a quick burst to dash towards her enemies and take them by surprise. It is by far, one of the quickest and agile mechs the CODEC have within their arsenal, and Kat is proud to pilot her.
She steps near it's calibration systems, shooing away the engineers. "Move it. You don't know what you're doing with her." She says to them, which is insulting to the engineers as they shake their heads and glare at her when she pushes them away from the console. She isn't doing it to be a superior bitch, but she knows her Hurricane better than any engineer the CODEC has to offer and knows best how to optimise it's performance. As a result, she is highly protective over her settings and easy to agitate if somebody messes around with them. "Damn idiots... Don't divert more power to the main jets from the thrusters. She was stripped of armour to optimise her speed, no need to divert power linkages from anything... Go play with somebody else's mecha." She grumbles as she fixes these changes.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 10, 2017 3:24:13 GMT
Being ushered into the hall and into the hanger, Justin sees the one true friend he's ever had. "Oh thunder what did they do to you." He mumbles noticing the killswitch being added to his mech. Thunder's armor was designed to be most efficient in close quarters combat, it is lighter than most mechs, but no where near as light as some like theirs. The little bit of protection allows him to counter attack the faster opponents, while still offering protection should he take a direct hit. "What the hell did you do to him!?" He shouts at the mechanics, "All black? What am I some moody teen?" He runs to Thunder shoving the workers out of the way. "You had the most beautiful coat of Cyan." He lovingly rubs his mechs right leg, with a sad expression on his face.
He looks over at the mech to his left. "Oh ok at least, its not just me. I mean that white one is so boring." He looks to his right and sees a purple and blue. "Jeez what did they do this one, it looks like they tried to put boobs on it." He laughs a little bit, then notices the one girl have a freak out over this mech. "Look I get the thrusters thing, but I mean they completely butchered your frame." He leans against Thunder's leg with his legs crossed, and his hands behind the back of his head. "Looks like Shadow lance has to have ugly mechs, didn't bring that up during the briefing." He sighs sarcastically while he relaxes.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 10, 2017 5:40:07 GMT
Oh now he's asking for it. Empire boy thinks he can talk down to people who captured him? Yeah, she doesn't think so. She blows another gum bubble and smirks at the man. "You really judge mechas by appearance, black hand? Like seriously? I was told all the time you Empire Folk judged everything by appearance, looks like it's true. Say what you want about her, her appearance hides some incredible capabilities. In fact, those capabilities if I recall correctly, cut two of your personal Lance back in the Empire to pieces." her smirk changes into a crooked grin, she doesn't normally brag about her kills, never saw the point of it if her actions spoke for her, but this one is perfect for a little test. If he's a true warrior, he would care for his people enough to get a reaction on this. If not, then she will cut his estimated survival time by half and predict he thinks he's always right and abandon his Lance to prove it. Then... Killswitch engage! Bye bye black hand!
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 10, 2017 10:19:59 GMT
Tom was deep in discussion with his old friend Sarah about the modifications made to his mech. Wall was a one of a kind prototype that had never gone into mass production due to "lack of utility" but Tom loved it cause it was simple and straight forward the shield was almost impenetrable except by super-heavy ordinance and the heavy auto-cannon could chew through light ship armour with relative ease. He also liked Wall because like him it was an underdog he'd had to earn his place in a class that normally accepted only the peak of human fitness with his anaemia and despite the medication that regulated it he'd had to fight an uphill battle but in the end he'd prevailed and even become an ace much to the surprise of everyone including himself.
Wall was much slower then most mech's her heavy armaments and thick armour made her easily outmanoeuvred which was why Tom never went on solo missions he'd always fought alongside his Lance which had specialised in defending convoys and ground positions. Unfortunately on the last mission an orbital strike had hit the base they were defending, Tom had only survived because of Wall's heavy armour the others hadn't been so lucky.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 22:47:34 GMT
As the captain began to dismiss them all to the hangar, Alysa slowly stood up from her reclining position in her seat and joined the rest of the units on their feet. While most of the units saluted their new captain, she offered him a nod and smile. Her lack of formality towards him wasn't necessarily rooted by disrespect, but the years of typically forgoing decorum led her to be naturally confident in her place when dealing with authority of any kind. Turning around to begin the walk to the hangar, she noticed the gaze of the person standing closest to her and caught their eyes. The girl in front of her looked somewhat familiar, so she assumed that she had seen her around the base. Choosing to focus on the combat instead of the people, she rarely recognized other units unless they were friends of hers or if they'd stood out during missions she had taken alongside them. Despite the fact that most of the people in the room were among the best units CODEC has to offer, she failed to clearly recognize any of them. Seeing the contempt in the woman's brief gaze, she enjoyed the response and gave her a small testing smile. It finally seemed that there was at least a couple of people who were going to make the mission enjoyable for her. She broke her haughty look from the woman at the same time that she broke hers and began to follow behind her down the hallway to the hangars. The fellow pilot seemed to be dreading working alongside her, which made Alysa begin to anticipate it.
After entering the large metallic structure, Alysa broke off from the line and made her way over to the monochrome white mech that was waiting in it's designated spot while being finished up by staff engineers. After quickly rushing through their finishing touches, the engineers began packing up and walking away before she was able to finish the long walk to the station. She smiled to herself a bit at their typical evasive response, as Alysa had developed a reputation of giving her mechanics and other staff a hard time. She noticed that the imperial briefly regarded her mech, but she arrived to the stations before she was able to hear what he had to say about it. His opinion of the machine didn't matter much to her, anyway. To her, all of the mechs she has used and traded off have been nothing more than tools to her. Though Deus was very apt in particular, she held no sentimentality towards it. She did, however, regard the advanced joints of the machine that were quite special despite seeming ordinary to the unsuspecting eye. Though large like all of the other mechs, hers was equipped with additional flexibility and more intricate movement in its limbs and waist. This allowed it to outmaneuver other mechs in close combat and confuse pilots with its strange movement. Alysa folded her arms and regarded the machine by looking up and down, looking for any flaws in the setup despite her limited knowledge of the actual engineering that goes into the machinery. After appraising it with little results, she began to walk towards the imperial and the woman she briefly met earlier. The two interested her the most so far out of anyone else and she supposed meeting them would be better than standing idle while awaiting further instruction. She arrived in enough time to hear the woman from earlier lay onto the imperial for something, presumably to her because of his former side of the war, and smiled. "We probably held off on your own mech's capabilities anyway." She said to the imperial, following up on the girl's argument. "Anything else would be a waste of resources, considering how you imperials fight." Though she didn't actually care about the sides of the war, it seemed like enough to continue stirring the conversation.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 12, 2017 12:14:50 GMT
Justin blinks twice at the cute, but annoying girl's comments, a sudden realization comes over him. "Oh I'm sorry have we met before?" He says with a yawn, while staring at the bubble blowing bitch. "Are you talking about Red, and Pixie? They died in the battle of Sanctuary VI. Or are we talking about Savage and Bishop? They died as we were attacking some convoy in the middle of nowhere. Raptor and Escape died at the defense of 'The Century', the most important space station in the empire, at the time anyway. I remember that battle." He sighs faking a nostalgic tone as he continues. "We held the line for thirteen hours, against wave after wave of enemies. I personally killed seventeen of you guys before, you finally got it through your skulls that you weren't breaking my defenses." He pushes himself off of Thunder's legs and stretches his back, and arms. "So, sorry if I don't recognize you kid." He looks over at the other girl that openly laughed at his shocks earlier, he had noticed everyone on the ship feared her. "Do us Imperials fight differently? We do the same as you, we have some that like to use dirty tricks, we have some that are real stand up people, and we have complete bastards. From my time in CoDEC I've noticed the only difference between the two sides, is the color of the uniform." He states bluntly, war is the same for each side they believe they are right, and excuse the crimes they comment while demonizing the enemy for doing the same thing.
He turns to the new girl giving her his full attention. "I noticed all of your mods, they are cute. You can tell when someones a bad fighter because they need to shave the weight off there mech to give them an advantage." He tilts his head towards bubble girl with that comment. "You have some interesting mods yourself cutie." He makes a mocking tone. "You must be some sort of badass with the way everyone flees from you. Some people in the Empire did the same to me, but then they realized I actually had a personality." He doesn't like her already, though a few ideas do run through his head. Girls like her are insane in bed, so that could make things interesting at least. He stares at her refusing to back down with a look daring her to make a move, a small smirk appears that he can't control "She'll be fun even if she's a total bitch." He thinks to himself.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 12, 2017 12:48:23 GMT
Kat grins now that she has touched a nerve on Black Hand. "Look. We could argue like this all day, playing the 'who has the biggest mecha dick' competition but that's not why I'm here. I'm here to be a part of this Lance, Bro." She finishes her settings and deactivates the terminal, satisfied with everything. She turns to face the two. "Like me or not, you're stuck with me." She says with a smirk. "I don't care how many of ours you have killed. What matters is the here and now. Got my back? I got yours. You haven't? Well, then at least I know who's a team player." She blows another bubble. She's said all she's had to say now. The guy is clearly trying to wind her up and has some weird superiority complex due to his time as an Empire slave. All she cares about whether if he's gonna play with the team or not.
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