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Post by Diamond Wolf on Oct 4, 2015 22:21:36 GMT -8
Kail had been shifting about from base to base, just due to his job while working in the Durandal Unit. A specialized in mobile suit tactics and technology. They were originally a test pilot group but it evolved into a scouting and investigation unit. As the Adamant group had popped up using almost far more advanced suits. Right now he was chilling out in one of the on base lounges as he was now a team leader for his unit. He was currently enjoying some down time watching a football game and was cursing slightly as Spain was winning the game. He currently was waiting for his Gyro to be done since today was greek food. Later on when he was not on base, the blond was going to an Irish Pub and have a couple of drinks.
While at his table there was a tablet device like computer and had some websites with some rumors about the Adamant. Ranging from the abserd to some highly intelligent and well put together theories. Kail was not into this kind of stuff but he needed to get his mind off of things. Since his next mission was coming up soon, plus he was going to meet his new members of his combat unit. As he was waiting he pulled out an e-devise and took a drag of it and it looked like he was smoking a cancer stick. But he was not and was just looking like a boss. |
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Post by Alex Kline on Oct 5, 2015 0:00:52 GMT -8
It seemed that not too long ago, Alex Kline and Killain Lancaster were a planet apart from each other. Alex himself was no slouch in his military training, but he couldn't imagine being anywhere near Lancaster's level if what he's heard of him were true. Still, it seemed that all of his hard work over the years had come to bare some new fruit. Here Alex was, a new member of Killain Lancaster's unit of Mobile Suit pilots. He didn't quite know what gave him the edge over his contemporaries, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste.
He was leaning over to the side of the wall, his voice hoarse as he was inches away from one of the base lounges. His glasses were almost completely fogged from heavy breathing, and his heart was just about ready to spring out from his mouth. All the excitement was getting to him, but he still needed to eat something. He quickly gained back his composure and entered in, wondering if anyone else was around. Of course, the moment he caught a glimpse of the blonde and intimidating commander himself, his mind went back to racing. Trying to force it down, Alex quickly grabbed a seat nearby, trying to bury his head from wandering eyes...
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Post by Hanna Redfield on Oct 7, 2015 9:28:08 GMT -8
The premise of the Group called Adamant was received negatively by a lot of the world, because they seemed like good people at first but then to learn they attack both sides of a battle puts them at a very tough position. Just the other day reports of ally casualties came in and the numbers were grueling, very disturbing for a group trying to eradicate the scourge of war. That was impossible though, humanity had a history of violence dating back to per-recorded times like the early middle ages. War was an inevitability because there would always be disagreements of policy or even personal views. Hanna couldn't understand it either but she was taking the situation slower than everyone else, this was because most of the fighting didn't include her, but it did make the girl feel for those who lost so much already. Currently on route to an Alliance military facility, the engine of the Clanche purred like a kitten as it approached the runway.
“This is Clanche, identification number 473-B823. Arriving on schedule”, Hanna said.
“Unit 475-B823, identification confirmed and approved. Welcome to Cyprus Island Base, proceed to hangar 15.”, tower control said.
The landing gears bellow the Clanche extended with a nice clicking sound once they were fully deployed. As the Clanche came down, the landing on the runway was nice and smooth, the screech of the tires on the pavement were a good indication that Hanna's landing was a perfect one. The machine slowed its speed down to basic driving levels and made a left turn on the runway towards the hangar's, she was stopped about half way on the turn as a runway man signaled her to stop with his orange traffic batons. From below the Clanche, several locking mechanisms held onto the Clanche's landing gears and a lift brought the machine down to a under dock for a quick inspection, of course Hanna was allowed to disembark now. The upper hatch meant for use while in Fighter Mode opened softly and Hanna climbed out with the assistance of a technician who then helped off the craft.
“Thank you.”, Hanna said. The Technician giving her a small nod and a smile.
Hanna sat on the bench of the under dock while the tram system dragged the suit, the technicians and Hanna to the appropriate hangar. This was a nice system because during deployments multiple units could be moved along these sub rails and deployed mid field for take off, allowing even more room for other mobile suits and transports to use the runways nearest to the hangars instead. Hanna sat, sipping a bottle of water as the tram now moved to the base.
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Post by Diamond Wolf on Oct 7, 2015 13:09:58 GMT -8
As Kail got his food as it was brought over to him he does another quick scan around the room. He spots an odd individual out of the corner of his eye. The guy that walked looked ok but at closer inspection there was something wrong. Kail looked at his file that he had with him, it had a document of two people joining his unit. He had been permoted rather quickly in the ranks for this. Since he seemed to survive most attacks that came at him. He some how lived or came out on top, this was either something that would kill him. Either by the enemy or himself as the blond liked to live a bit dangeriously and did things in a daredevil style on the enemy. But none the less though he had to pay close attention to those around him.
Kail gets his plate and some of his other things and walks over to the table. "You ok there boyo, you look a bit green. Had a bit too much local uzo or binged on the baklava" he said and sat down at Alex's table adding a bit of humor to break some ice. He was on his own and figured being with a comrade in arms was better then being alone. Kail took another drag and blew the vapor away from Alex as he was not sure if the man had a hang over and did not want to put this guy in anymore pain. He then puts his e-cigarette away and then takes a bite out of his food. He did worry about the other one that was being added, as it seemed that his other member seemed to have the same uncanny luck as him on surviving things.
He had a mental chuckle on the thought that they remade the Durandal to a bunch of lucky sons of guns to see what happens.
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Post by Alex Kline on Oct 12, 2015 11:52:17 GMT -8
The pale coloring of the table was all Alex's eyes were seeing, but his mind was still preoccupied with other things. As far as he knew, Killain was still there, whether or not he even noticed the young pilot coming in. At the very least, he hoped that he didn't give off too much attention to anyone else around, let alone Mr. Lancaster. All he could hope for is to eat a meal in peace and solitude and be on his way like any good little soldier. Just peace and quiet, universe...just this once, Kline repeated in his mind as he tried to regain his composure.
The faint sounds of footsteps, however, quickly reached to Alex's ears. As soon as he looked up, his heart came to a chill. There he was, Killain Lancaster, sitting right with him. Every bit of Alex's body was screaming at him, but he was forced to swallow his own nervousness. The man at least seemed a bit approachable, which may help with things. The last thing Alex or anyone in his position needed to do was make a bad impression to squad leader.
"H-heheh...I don't really drink, sir," he started to say, a somewhat thick German accent laying under his words as he softly tapped his hands on the table. "I'm Alex Kline...and you must be commander Lancaster, I presume?" He started looking down at the food Killain was eating, his stomach growling even louder than before. Why did I skip breakfast...ugh...
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Post by Hanna Redfield on Oct 16, 2015 13:03:04 GMT -8
Things came to a slow halt near when the tram system carrying her mobile suit to the hangars began to flash it lights. The unit slid up towards a dead end that had a cautionary sign on the wall, the tram unit slid into a box like spot that was surrounded by walls on three sides and was clamped into place on three of the sides. A large metal door shut behind the tram and the platform that it once was now became a lift that took Hanna and her Clanche up through a shaft that surfaced into one of the large mobile suit hangars. A total of twelve machines were including her own suit were present in the building. It was nicely lined with mostly Clanche models but a couple of the others, but she wasn't too interested in rest though. The lift stopped and was secured by several restraints both on top and on the bottom so the lift wouldn't fall back down. Having arrived, Hanna moved to the place here orders said to go to, which was the meeting place hopefully. "Well I guess I'll go meet who I'm fighting with."
Hanna exited the hangar from the side doors, walking across a courtyard like area that lead to a soldier service center type building. Plenty of offices and stuff for squad meetings and briefings so it was useful. She entered a room where a couple of others were having a meal, this was most likely the mess hall which was strange to have in a Service Center but it was not a big deal. She walked up to the two gentlemen and asked about her orders. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a Commander Lancaster?", Hanna asked.
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Post by Diamond Wolf on Oct 20, 2015 15:42:28 GMT -8
Kail just looks at Klien and rolls his eyes "I call bull on that, you look like horse shit boyo. You know what ya need, is a hearty soup. I'll be right back" he said and was about to get up when he heard a pretty voice speak up behind them. The blond looks over at Hanna "Well now if it ain't the Gunmetal Princess her self. Anyway I'm the guy your looking for, why don't you get your self a drink and take a load off. Its gona be a bit before we get new orders, and this here is Alex Klien now if you excuse me for a second" said Kail as he got up and went to the counter and ordered the soup of the day. He then gets the bowl and walks back over to the table, where Alex and Hanna were.
"Here ladd,eat up. You never know when we might be called out. I don't want you passing out in combat" he said and placed the soup down and it was a hearty lamb stew that had a lot of vegitables, beans, and meat. He then looks over to Hanna "Ye might want to do the same lass if you have not had anything yet" the blond sat down and began eatting again. As he was following his own advice on the matter.
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Post by Rahu Valefor on Oct 20, 2015 17:10:41 GMT -8
"Day in and day out... All the same..." a figure drawled as he stood in the hanger, dangling a knife in hand. When the words 'Down Time' entered the minds of the average soldier, it was rest, relaxation, and overall an enjoyable time... However, Rahu Valefor was not the average soldier. Far beyond it, he was something else entirely, a fact that left it hard for him to sympathize with others and vice versa. At the current moment, he was now bored out of his mind, and things weren't dying fast enough to satisfy him. His time had mostly been spent singling out a crate in the hangar and putting a target on it, before he proceeded to hurl a knife at it for hours on end. Precision was key, and he constantly strived to strike the central point from as far as he could.
"13 dead-center kills... 28 inner strikes, 7 outer strikes..." he grunted, walking away from the target. Noticing a new unit being moved into the dock, he eyed it with a glare for a few moments, before he looked away and focused back on his current passtime. He whirled back, flinging the knife as accurately as he could, nearly hitting the center once more. His eyes narrowed in annoyance, another missed opportunity to kill. An 'almost dead-center' was as good as saying the enemy was still alive and potentially capable of killing him. Approaching the crate, he retrieved his knife and juggled it a bit, before he sighed. Perhaps now was a good time to grab something to eat and then return to training.
Sheathing the knife, he pocketed his hands and moved to exit the hangar, eyes darting from corridor to corridor, as if expecting someone to come out and attack him. He may have no longer been with the G.E.U, but he was fairly sure the Central Alliance was wary of the unstable ally they had gotten their hands on. Nevertheless, sometimes he was just a little too paranoid and expected the worst of everything... All habits others in the Central Alliance tried to break him out of. Sighing softly, he continued on his path to the cafeteria. The path didn't take long, but as he entered, he almost barreled into a person he didn't recognize but didn't stop to greet either. People came and left so many times over that it came to a point he didn't care to greet or introduce himself to others.
He stepped past Kail, probably one of the only people he consistently recognized on the base, and considered one of the only people remotely close to anything similar to Rahu. Though their brands of insanity differed wildly, Kail was the more socially-acceptable one. It was still a long-running question of how much he needed to change himself before he was able to be considered a normal person again rather than a tool or a weapon.
"... Requesting one chicken soup, two bread rolls." he spoke, waiting patiently for the meal.
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welcome
New Common Era 2305, The worlds governments have converged around three economic bloc's. The United Federation Alliance which is simply known as the Federation, The Central Alliance which is an evovled European Union, and the Grand Eastern Union which makes up most of Asia.
The Conflict known ss the reconstruction war has brought about new political standings and through the completion of the Solar Power Grid, the world is prosperus. However, as conflicts between nations continues, a new group has stepped in.
updates
10.21.2015: Season one of the RPG has been announced, the thread will appear throughout the entire site as it has been pinned and stickied as an announcement.
10.22.2015: The Grand Eastern Union has been reopened for now.
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| Central Alliance
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credits
Stardust Tears was created by Admin Stardust. Content is copyrighted to Stardust Tears unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney.
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