Gene Inari Posted July 11, 2011 Share Posted July 11, 2011 Mercenaries: Your flight for the majority of the time was quiet, not because you were in a mood of few words, but because you were forced to be quiet. On your way, the comms fizzled out to the faint sound of fuzzy static. Despite the fact that everything seemed to be in working order, nothing went through. You didn't know it at the time, but comms were just the start. Then it was your long-range-navigation, while worrying, it was completely contained. Your course was preset and unaffected by the loss of being able to tell where you were in large scale. Once again, you could detect no malfunctions, but what you read could not be possible, where you knew there was the planet, there was nothing. Further still, your auto-pilot and close-range navigation quit on you. Now you were flying by the seat of your pants, with only your eyes and the other mercs within your view to guide you. As you came to your imminent approach to where you were to all land, a swath of thick clouds blocked your view from your fellow pilots. Then the alarms started to sound off, according to the readings, one of your arwing's G-diffusers suddenly lost power. Then as you tried to compensate for the loss of said diffuser, you could feel the pull on the flight stick do nothing; loss of control to the flight surfaces. In a thick, blinding fog, losing power, with no way to stop it. As you sped to your inevitable crash you could hear something in the long dead comms, but not well enough to comprehend what it was. You could feel some force pull at you, like something was pulling your arwing down to the earth below. You saw the ground coming far too quickly when the clouds cleared. *** You wake up miraculously unharmed despite how much of a useless wreck your arwing now is. Ahead of you is an obvious path to the town where you were told the militia was last heard from. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sluggsnipa Posted July 17, 2011 Share Posted July 17, 2011 (I forgot if I was in this,can you check?) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gene Inari Posted July 17, 2011 Author Share Posted July 17, 2011 (I forgot if I was in this,can you check?) (1. I shouldn't have to check, it's not that hard to look for your own post. 2. Next you have a question, go to the discussion thread I have up. We have those to prevent OOC clutter-ups.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ballisticwaffles Posted July 20, 2011 Share Posted July 20, 2011 SHe opened her eyes, her body responding and lifting itself to a crouch, Her Red hair recieding to clear her vision. there was dakness, familiar, clensing darkness. Grumbling, she patted around her for a switch or a light he effort rewarded as a click and a swarm of cockroaches fled into the blessed darkness. "where the hell did you end up last night Balsa?" she asked herself, thankfully having the state of mind not to answer, before slamming her foot into the wooden door that blocked her exit. it creaked as two iron bolts ceased the door from exploading outward. With a half concious swear, she turned to the room around her, looking for somethign to pry the door open. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arashikage Posted July 25, 2011 Share Posted July 25, 2011 The white wolf shook her head, trying to comprehend what had just happened to her. She had a hard time thinking straight, her mind boggled up by the crash. She kicked open the cockpit of the useless heap she called her Arwing, and jumped out. Being a pilot, she carried no weapons, aside from a flare gun from her survival kit. She had no clue what she was looking at until she found a pathway. It seemed to go up to a town, perhaps the same town she was told the militia was hidden in. "Well it couldn't hurt to check it out" She said as she walked up the path. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Psygonis Posted July 26, 2011 Share Posted July 26, 2011 The sun seemed never to rise up in the sky of this city. Vaguely, the brightness would increase a bit around 7 AM, end of the line. No birds singing, no smell of bread in the air, freshly made, just taken from the oven. These mornings from everywhere else in Lylat, Max seriously began to miss them. Another day, as pointless and blank as the last four ones, when the last of his companions alive from the Zoness military didn't make it through the night after a restless fight. Against what had they been battling already? The brown bear couldn't remember exactly. Only the flashs of the weapons and the blood traces on the walls of the former police post would lighten in his mind. Nevermind, today was still going to begin differently. An unopened can of coffee, found next to a broken dispenser, and currently heating over a camp stove found two days ago would bring a bit of happiness in the course of his late-life soon. Soon, just another couple of minutes to wait! *BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!* Loud explosions tore the silence apart, making the floor tremble several times. Max instinctively turned the head to look at the window, his left hand reached the grip of his sidearm in his pants cargo pocket, but it a distinctive metallic tingling noise that sent shivers down his spine. His eyes rushed back on the camp stove. Too late... The black liquid was already spilled on the dusty floor of the room. "What the... ?!?" Bad day... Really bad day... His left hand grasped the handgrip of his pistol even harder and the other pressed the fabric of his used-to-be-white lab coat. A tear formed at the corner of an eye as his breath halted. That place would turn him mad. Crying for a spilled cup of coffee? Get a grip of yourself Max! He closed his eyes for a moment to calm down and finally began to think. Explosions? It would be unusual for the Nurses to care for explosive material, they usually stick to firearms and cold steel blades... What then? Maybe a trap set by other scattered survivors in the surroundings. Yeah, that would be the most probable thing. Max grabbed a half loath of bread, nervously bit into eat to have his now coffee-less breakfast, picked up his messenger bag carrying a first-aid kit, paper and some ammos for his pistol and left the room, a long-distance communications control room with nothing but radio consoles casting random static since he settled there. Once outside, Max saw several columns of smoke, and decided to head to the closest one, climbing on piles of debris across the streets, his pistol ready to aim. You can't be too cautious in Montero... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sluggsnipa Posted August 3, 2011 Share Posted August 3, 2011 (I'M IN) (I'm using this OC ONLY for this RPG) "Well,my flight skills weren't as good as the others." He looked upon the wreckage of his Arwing. He checked his remaining inventory. "One Medical Kit,One Flare Gun,and one vintage Marakov Pistol." He let a sadistic smile grace his lips as he found it was still loaded. He looked up into the sky,hoping to see Arwings at his rescue,but no,no one saved the godforsaken human. He raised the flare gun and fired through the clouds... No Dice. He grabbed his bag and walked away from the wreckage going down a road,where he could see a vaguely familiar place.It seemed to be within the reach of his memory,but...but.Oh,he remembered.He had to perform some special ops thing there for some money he needed.He wasn't part of the official team,he just snuckin the briefing room when no one was looking and lied about his name.They all thought he was Ross or Roth or something.He shrugged it off and continued.Butsomething tugged at the back of his head,his earliest memories.He shrugged it off again and continued. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fira-Astrali Posted August 20, 2011 Share Posted August 20, 2011 (This one has been dead for awhile, closed for inactivity.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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