The Saurian Adventure Episode 0: Prologue

[sroberson]

"Hey Cap'n, you figure we will be actually splitting up any of these factional wars going on? That they have anything to do with the shape of the planet now? Figure if we go about this mission of uniting the planet, geologically speaking, I guess we probably need to understand the rules of engagement in a potentially hostile environment. I personally say our hands off approach can't do much more damage to their natural way of life if their homes are about to rain down a astronomical holocaust on the rest of the galaxy. I'd rather not have my hands tied behind my back in a pinch because we are worried about trying to preserve their, potentially, very limited way of life." Spoke Freyr with a somewhat out of character but fitting amount of seriousness.

[Renardfrost]

Oh, Right..." Renard noted, digging through his bookbag, down to the point where his hand could be seen scouring the bottom. His look grew pensive as he got deeper and deeper into the bag. It almost seemed to border melancholy as his hand found, and closed on the one he was looking for. He sighed to himself as he drew it out.

The cover was relatively new, the book bound in blue leather with thin filaments of gold running across the spine. The pages however, were slightly worse for wear, as if they were constantly exposed to the air and light, and had a slightly acid smell to them. it was an odd scent, considering the pages were relatively new... but the truly odd thing about the pages would be that they appear to be blank when the book was opened. Ren sighed as he stood and shifted the book from hand to hand. as if it were heavy to him

. " The last researcher to be in care of my file gave this to me before he lost his life under some, unfortunate circumstances." he explained, handing the book over to the Captain. "I was Told to give this to the next person i was transferred to, and Provided that I now work with this station, and how you are in charge of said station, That means this book falls to you.. Don't know why... it's completely blank and i'm merely attempting to accomplish his last wishes."

He griped the book a little more tightly, for a moment unwilling to let it go before he took a deep breath and finally relinquished it.

[Robert Monroe]

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UPDATE

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Robert looked to Freyr once more to answer his questions.

"This is a no bars held situation. If we have to intervene in the local war to get results, then that's what we have to do. We can't risk all of Lylat over the natural history of Sauria. We are unsure what, if any connection the war has with the crisis, but we did notice that the planet became unstable around the same time the Sharpclaw armies started winning the war. But, that may as well just be coincidence, as there's no evidence connecting the two."

Robert then looked to Renard as he handed him... a book with blank pages. Curiously, he flipped through it just to be sure, looking a tad bit confused.

"Mhm. Paper book, too. A rarity these days in an age of digital documentation. It must be an important keepsake, I'll be sure to take care of it", he nods firmly, only accepting it when Renard is ready to let go.

"Now then", he says with a clearing of his throat. "That's all the time for questions, I'm afraid. We're on a time schedule, and our due date is unknown! Now then, all of you should report to the armory for weapons, gadgets, armor and supplies. Our quartermasters will have everything you need for your specializations, I'm sure you'll find. Colonel Sorel, would you be so kind as to escort the party?", Robert finishes speaking.

With that, Robert turned to leave the command room. You all are escorted out through a passageway near the one you came in from, and down a few passages you find yourself in a large room blocked off by a checkpoint. A burly looking salamander with black skin and green spots sits behind a desk with a weapon-proofed viewscreen, grinning at your arrival.

"So, you're all here to get geared, right? I'm quartermaster Skala, your tour guide this evening ladies and gentlemen", he says with a mischievous grin, opening the access to the armory interior. "There's everything you need here, from swords and axes to explosives and sniper rifles, and whatever else there is in between. A lot of it is standard issue stuff, but we've prepared a good deal of special equipment for those of you needing it."

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Current Music:

http://youtu.be/h7i83OLvi8s

Current Setting: M.S.S. Armory

Posts Allowed: Unlimited

Days Until Next Update: 2

Objective: Gear up for the mission!

Other Notes: You're free to emote whatever weapons, armor and gear your character may want or need, within reason. If you feel an item is too ridiculous, run it past me on the Skype channel or the discussion thread or a PM for the ok!

Sorry this update is a day late.

[manthony_Higgs]

Manthony snapped a casual salute at Skala. Not too often you see other lizards.

Well, guess he's more of an amphibian.... whatever.

"Nice meeting you Skala. Manthony Higgs. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll take a looksee..."

The lizard took a few steps into the armory, and was immediately impressed at the selection. Rows upon rows of standard, nonstandard and even downright unorthodox weapons lined up before him. It was like heaven's convenience store to him. Right off the bat, he grabbed two standard-issue Cornerian blasters. Manthony had always kept two on him over the years, and had become attached to the model. Lightweight and packing quite the punch, he tied the holsters to his thighs and slapped them in.

Next, the lizard walked over to the rifles. He began to reach for a rather out of date model, but he caught a gleam in the corner of his eye.

"Is that..."

Picking up the newer model, he immediately noticed that there were two barrels on this gun.

"It IS! A BL2-Gungir!"

The rifle was a two-in-one deal, able to fire both 51mm cartridges and powerful, high speed laser. Manthony slipped the clip from the bottom, played with the safety, ejected the loaded bullet, and switched triggers. Only one trigger was ever out at a time, and switching was tied directly to the safety. Pulling it towards you made the ballistics trigger slide out. Switching the safety down flipped the ballistic trigger in and the energy trigger out. Regardless of what barrel was activated, the safety could be re-engaged by pushing it away from you again, hiding the trigger again.

"Ooohoho, this baby's gorgeous! Always wanted one!"

Reloading and re-activating the safety, Manthony grabbed a .357 Revolver and strapped it to the inside of his right thigh.

A large grin grew on his face.

"I think I'm all set."

[Renardfrost]

He Gave the salamander a nod as he walked past, gazing at the weapons. He knew where he was going, and felt quite at ease. He reached out and retrieved three blades. a standard issue survival knife and a clear blue laser blade, which was no more than a handle at the moment. these he put into the scabbards, which rested at his hips. Then a progressive blade, which was essentially a handheld chainsaw. This he settled into a sheath at his back, just above his hips. A couple of Standard Cornerian Blasters strapped to his hips, and he was ready. The blades were for when he was too tired to create one, and; although he didn't care much for Firearms. he was a decent shot, and it never hurt to have a far range option.

"Alright.... I'm ready."

[manthony_Higgs]

"Actually, wait."

Manthony turned and grabbed a rather bare-bones harness, consisting only of straps and ammunition pouches. Four across the chest, and one over each hip. Manthony filled the left pouches with speedloaders for his revolver, and the right pouches with clips for the rifle. Clipping a Reflector to the harness, he turned to his team.

"Okay, now I really am ready."

[Naza Sutera]

"Oh my..." Amelia said from behind her camera as she walked panned all around, recording the rows upon rows upon rows of guns. There were big guns, small guns, guns with stuff attached to them, guns that could transform into other guns, shiny guns, guns that were not so shiny, cool-looking guns, guns that looked kind of lame, guns she had never seen before (which there were a lot of), guns she saw in action movies, and all sorts of other guns. It was like walking through a Home Depot for guns. "...There are a lot of damn guns here."

Sure, her father, being a law enforcement officer, took an interest in projectile weapons, and therefore kept a couple of guns... A COUPLE... And those two pea-shooters weren't talking about anything compared to what she was right in the center of. She's fired a gun only twice in her entire life, and that was when she accompanied her father to the shooting range. Guns made her slightly uncomfortable; She never really liked the idea of shooting someone herself, and just as well, she was afraid of klutzing out and shooting herself. She just didn't do guns like that.

"Anyway..." she turned the camera around to film herself as she spoke. "...We are in the armory of the space station getting locked and loaded for the mission. There was some talk about the planet going through a civil war, and we are getting prepared in case we have to engage any hostiles..." She thought about that statement for a moment, then said, "--Correction: THEY are getting prepared with all these gun. I don't really do guns, they make feel a little iffy, I'm a lover not a fighter, and... You know."

("Ooohoho! This baby's gorgeous! Always wanted one!")

Manthony said something off camera, causing Amelia to momentarily look up in the direction from where his voice came.

"Okay, lemme just show..." Amelia immediately turned the camera in Manthony's direction to record him, already armed to the teeth, having a gun-gasm over a huge revolver-type handgun. "Look at him! He is locked and loaded! And that's not exclusive to the situation..." She turned around to record that one guy--Stargazer, she remembered the Captain call him, getting stocked up on knives and a couple of electronic guns. "They're also going to be stabbing guys too..."

[Renardfrost]

He thought a bit. His tail swaying thoughtfully, looking curiously up at Amelia as her words distracted him from a reflector he was eyeing. "Hmm?" The teenager was rather confused.

" Stab? Oh my, no..." he explained. "You only go for stabbing if you're close enough or you know where the vital spots are..." He looked around as he clipped two belts of throwing knives to his shoulders, before slipping his jacket over them. " You see... Slashing is the way to go, if your close enough, you'll go right through and take em out quickly. If Not, even if you nick them you can stun them or disable them.. or at the very least get them to back off. Stabs are for it you have no other options, or you know for sure they'll land. Or if you have a thrusting weapon, like a fencing foil."

Ren thought again. "Sorry.. spoke too much." He looked at her. " This is like a journal, but in a different form right? I Write in Paper, myself."

[Naza Sutera]

"That's exactly what this is, only digital," Amelia answered, as she kept the camera trained on the young man she now knew as Stargazer. "I do keep a diary, but that's for more personal things. I post these videos online for people to see and for my own reference. I also upload photos and written web logs too. You've heard of YouTube, Instagram, and Tumblr, right?"

[Renardfrost]

" Yes, I have heard of those sites..." he said simply, not really caring much for the intricacies of the Internet outside of using it for news, even if it was unfairly biased, Or reading an unlimited amount of Fiction or observing artwork or solving puzzles.

"Personally, I don't care much for the typed word.. i prefer them printed."

[Milkyway64]

The colonel stood back, crossing his arms and watching the others with a bit of a smirk. He had no business joining them. As far as he was concerned, any weapon inside the armory would be a hinderance in weight; all he needed was his pistol which sat holstered at his hip, a blade, and his brain. Nothing more or less.

[Naza Sutera]

"Le-gasp!" Amelia said, pretending to be offended. She turned the camera around to record herself feigning shock, doing this wide-eyed gaping expression "...Did he just say what I thunk he said? Oh, see--I'm going to fight him. Sho' sure am! Yep. Let him slip up one more 'gain." She looked at her wrist, checking the time on her non-existent watch. "...One of us will be going to the medical ward..." Then she looked into the camera, failing at her 'srs bsns' face as she was about to laugh. "...One of us will be going to the slammer. And I'm telling you now: I'M the one who will be going to the slammer."

[Gene Inari]

Gene kept mostly to himself, feeling rather out of place in the expansive armory. The completeness of the stock made Gene pause, either someone was very passionate about their arms or decided to fulfill their OCD tendencies with a dangerous assortment of 'toys.' Gene steered clear of the faux altercation being drummed up by Amelia and Renard and inched off to his own semi-secluded section. While Gene could sense Amelia's sarcasm from a mile off, he wasn't so sure about Renard's receptiveness. While distant, Gene kept close enough just in case the situation needed some preemptive diffusing.

Being surrounded by all these guns made Gene wonder. With his empath talents, he could have become a fearsome psychic if only a few circumstances were changed, if some decisions were made differently, he could of been more like Renard. Minus the machines in his skull. A deadly hand-to-hand expert like his father. Instead Gene became the face of the Inari family through soft-power and politics rather than with a show of force. Not to say Gene couldn't get dangerous, he still could still take someone out in a single decisive strike, he simply lacked the training to perform martial arts like the more aggressive members of his family.

Gene reached behind himself and undid the small clip with a satisfying snap, unholstering the pistol given to him by Keaton. All these thoughts of power and being surrounded by guns made him think about the one gun he was entrusted with. One didn't have to be talented in psychometry to tell who the gun came from and the things both have been through. The gun was weighty in Gene's hands, but it was sturdy and well balanced. Unlike most of the guns around, this one fired bullets. Made of metals like steel and iron rather than synthetics and alloys. The sides of the grip were furnished with fine wood, tally marks and countless other scratches gave the wood a distinct feel. Gene could almost feel subtle grooves in the wood where Keaton's grip would be. Despite the obvious age of the gun, pulling back the slide was effortless and smooth, empty parts clicking as the gun slowly racked.

Gene pulled himself out of his introspective shenanigans, suddenly remembering that he barely knew anything important about the gun, like what caliber of rounds it even needed or even the actual name of the gun. Gene would of facepalmed right there if it wasn't for the several-pound pistol already in his hand. Perhaps one of the others could assist him with his arms ignorance? With Amelia tying up Manthony and Renard, Gene decided to approach Eurydice and asked if she knew anything about the lump of metal in his hands.

(The gun Gene has is basically a ColtM1911 or whatever SF's equivalent would be; an old pistol that's still used by some because it's just that damn well made and reliable, if heavy and old-fashioned)

[Fedora]

Eurydice browsed up and down the armory. The selection truly was impressive and she had to resist the childish urge to start piling on every single shiny gun on her back and stumble out with what would look like the contents a serial killer's Christmas list. She stopped to look at a knife. The blade was made to vibrate as to help cut tough materials and was a decent size. Eurydice would sooner fistfight with her gauntlets than knifefight with this, but she liked having a knife in case a cutting tool was necessary.

She also set her eyes on a GCP-9, or a "Bandito" as it was known in circles Eurydice was privy to. A coat-pocket sized surprise of laser-y death, it could be easily fired in one hand and concealed easily since the gun folded in of itself automatically when holstered making it popular in assassinations where one had to become an impostor to get close to targets. The issue with it is that if heat were bullets, it ate "ammo" like candy. it had to vented repeatedly in firefights thus making it unsuitable for long battles but not bad for swiss-cheesing a small unsuspecting pack of enemies. Eurydice took the machine pistol off the wall and holstered it out of sight. It wouldn't be bad to have a back-up weapon in case her Amazons or Heracles were taken from her while down on the planet.

While she was looking over the Bandito, Gene approached her with an old gun. He asked her what gun it was. "Well, to be honest, I'd call it a museum piece. However, enthusiasts would call that a beaut. That there is an A&M 1912 or the "Iron Lady" as some say. It's old, but if you don't bring up it's age and take care of her, she'll stick with you through thick and thin." She looks over the barrel "Looks like it's chambered for .45 caliber rounds. The old ones too but they still make them. Try asking the armorer if they have them or sift through that ammo over there." She gestures to a set of shelves where ammo is resting.

[Renardfrost]

He turned away from Amelia with an Emphatic "Hmph!" That had touched a nerve, considering how he's had to fight for his life... he would try to take any challenge very seriously.. he recognized it as an empty threat, rather than a playful jest. He went deeper into the blades section, looking for a sharpening stone.

[Thu'um]

Axle walked in the room, but after viewing all the weapons a small frown spread across his face. Most of the weapons he was unfamiliar with, and too large for him to use. He took a standard blaster down and strung it across his back with the shoulder strap. Walking to the other side of the room he took a laser pistol, and after spinning it around in his hand he buckled the the holster onto his waist, opposite from his saber. Next he went over to the back wall and gathered a few items. A compass( despite the fact he had brought his own) and a GPS device as well as a mostly blank map of of the planet. While he didn't let it show he was almost giddy with the excitement of the eminent adventure.

[russiandog38]

Ryan entered the armory behind the others. He had already brought his own rifle but he wanted to see what Monroe had to offer. He looked at the rows of blasters, rifles, and handguns, unitrested in any of them. He was about to give up and leave when a rifle caught his eye. He went over and picked it up, examining the gun in his hands. It eas an Intervention (or what ever the Star Fox version is) with a Nightforce scope and a silencer. It was far more superior then his own rifle and he decided to use this one instead. Heplaced a few clips in The pouches of his SWAT uniform and slung the rifle over his shoulder.

Now Im ready. he thought.

[Naza Sutera]

Amelia shrank back a little at Stargazer's response to her joke about fighting him "...Yikes. I don't think he too much of thought it was funny," she said to her viewers. With that, she decided to find something else to entertain herself.

Initially, she was going to find Gene and annoy him with her camera, but then she thought back to how dangerous the so-called Sharpclaw might be. True, guns make her a little uncomfortable since she was afraid of klutzing out and accidentally shooting someone or herself. But still it might be in good judgement to carry a piece.

Entering some random isle, she panned the camera left and right, scanning for something that would catch her intrigue. Then she found something.

"Ooh, what have we here? This looks familiar..."

Setting the camera down on a nearby shelf and orienting it so that it recorded her in action, she picked up some gimmicky pistol. Holding it delicately, yet haphazardly, she leaned away from it as if would explode in her face or something as she inspected it. The gun was lightweight, as the bulk of it being made of a polymer compound. It had a heat and corrosion resistant shaft and barrel and a latex-rubber pistol grip. There was a small LCD screen on it that was supposed to denote the battery life and the amount of remaining rounds. There was a button on the side, and when she pressed it, she thought the gun had fallen apart in her hand as a piece had fallen out and clattered on the floor.

"Oh crap."

Thinking that she had broken Captain Monroe shit, she quickly looked up and down the isle to make sure no one was around to see her and rat her out, and swiftly picked up the thingie and tried cramming it back into the rectangular hole it came out of. After the first four times that it didn't fit, she decided to turn it around and it slipped back into place and locked in with a satisfying click.

"--Oh, okay, that's the magazine thing," she remembered.

Gripping the gun properly and more confidently in her left hand, she turned the gun sideways to read something that was laser-engraved on the shaft. Antares 9-120, it read.

"...Oh! Now I remember! My dad has one of these."

She remembered some information her dad told her about the gun. It was a plasma pistol, whose slugs became extremely hot and like putty when electrically primed. Some of the rounds that it used became acidic as well as heated when primed, which would explain the corrosion resistant carbon material. It is recommended to use a AA compact fusion battery which had an extremely long life. A regular lithium-ion battery would work, but not for very long. it was also adapted to use percussion-primed ammunition via electro-kinetics since the old-fashioned ammo was cheaper or if plasma rounds were not available.

Remembering what her dad taught her, she held it up and pointed it down the empty isle. Cupping her left hand and the butt of the gun and stabilizing her stance, she pretended she was at the firing range or before an enemy, and pulled the trigger for practice. Being the goofball she is, she then decided to act like a thug doing a robbery.

"Brace yo' self, foo'!" she said, holding the gun sideways like she was sticking someone up. "BRACE yo' self!"

[Fedora]

Eurydice giggled at Amelia's display. "You know, the sights are on top for a reason, foo" She joked.

[manthony_Higgs]

Manthony walked up to Amelia.

"Please tell me your safety is on. I'd hate for you to drop that and shoot someone in the foot."

[Naza Sutera]

"Well..." Amelia started, feeling slightly meek under his authoritative stance. "...First off, it doesn't even have any ammo."

[Renardfrost]

After finding not a single whetstone, he went to the next area after hearing some noise, finding Amelia fumbling around with a pistol of some sort. He couldn't help but smile and chuckle, finding it amusing he just hoped he was secluded and enough to go unnoticed. he listened and actually suppressed a laugh into a small snort. For some reason, the fact it was empty made it even more hilarious. he quickly regained his composure however, in case he was seen.

[manthony_Higgs]

"Well then, I suggest you quit playin' around and get ready. Keep in mind you're going to a literal warzone very soon."

[Naza Sutera]

"Oh... Okay." That sorta took the wind out of her sails.

[manthony_Higgs]

Manthony eyed Amelia. Dressed as she was, he could hardly believe she was going to be on his team. She looked like she'd never been in a fight, let alone a high-risk operation like this.

"You really think you're cut out for this mission, sweetcakes? We're going to be in the middle of a war, not some high class fashion show. You better be ready to pull that trigger when the time comes."