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| Blackjackal | Nov 4 2007, 06:21 PM Post #1 |
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Ace Pilot
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The main bunker network, a blossoming structure that dug deep underground and protected some of the world's greatest secrets, had been assigned the long task of developing what they believed to be the 'Enlightenment of Humanity'. Such a search was long, and possibly ill fated, but with theories and previously tested ideas, the true sight of the future had come within their grasp. Placed in one of the four launch silos two hundred thirty meters below the planet's surface, the once famous 'Blackjackal' Mobile suit stood, dust covering the shoulders and jagged decorations. Connected to different parts, were long black cables, the rubber wrapping around actual physical wiring itself. The unit, ever since it had started to show an accelerated improvement in the methods of understanding and recognizing its pilots movements, it had been brought out of active service, and stuffed in the dark hollow caves of Black Terra. Engineers such as Bob, who sat at a desk in the control room built into the side of the silo, had been put in charge of manipulating the programming to fill the gap and start copying the recorded program patterns of the human brain. The mobile suit, had been the masterkey system the whole time. Within the neural interfacing computers registered the pilot, and slowly began to form like the tumblers of a key lock. Eventually, tests confirmed that only one person could ever pilot a mobile suit using the master key system, making it a single use mobile suit. While a more simple mass produced version had been spread amongst the controllers of Defluo Idcirco, the initial design was never mass produced, but rather used as a base for the future design plans. Further development, had led to the final steps of producing a data core the size of a marble, and yet still capable of simulating the thoughts of a human on the most complex level. Something was missing however, the mind, the conscience. Now, an attempt was being made to use the three pieces given, and constructed the final step in their plans. The computer 'Bob' had been assigned, displayed the usual desktop with a fancy assault rifle design displayed on the back. In the center, a window had been opened, symbols blinking in and out rapidly like numbers of a calculator moving around to figure out a constantly changing math equation. Bob had been checking the different solutions for a month now, connecting different parts of the neural patterns to the outline left by the pilot in the masterkey system. Most of the mixtures were failures, despite the obvious similarities. Something had adapted in the master key system, and made things much more difficult. As Bob continued to work, the screen froze, the symbols becoming stuck on a specific setting. The procedure, had been planned out specifically, the responses of a positive match known. This however, was not something Bob had expected. Maybe something had gone wrong with the console? Outside, the primary launch silo lit up temporarily as the center sensor eye activated, a green color splashing over the far wall. Cables started to snap as the massive beast began to move. The spikes that had been built into the mobile suit, branching back like hairs on a greased monster, twisted and moved in the air with each motion of the body, like arms remaining outstretched. Alarms had sounded, but there was little that could be done. The Blackjackal unit has activated, security to the primary elevator shaft! --------------------------------------------------------------------- Within the primary elevator shaft, the middle of the bunker itself, doors leading to different levels remained shut. The main shaft had been built to store a good deal of equipment, making it rather wide in design. The elevator platform itself, was unseen, as it remained at the top to be ready for deliveries down to the lower levels. Now however, some of the smaller doors had opened, allowing infantry to peer down and watch as an entry door to one of the launch silos was smashed repeatedly from the inside. The launch silo blast doors were thick, made of the strongest steel, and colored a bright red marking them as a possible forced entry point within the bunker. Now, as soldiers had trained to, they aimed from their opened hatchways and elevator exits, pointing their guns at the possible enemy. Gunfire didn't erupt until the launch silo door completely broke free, steel ripping to reveal the massive mobile suit. Lighting built into the sides of the shaft, allowed the black surface of the mechanical monstrosity to be viewed by those who were standing above ready to fire. It's forcing it's way out, open fire! Small arms weapons, mostly HK G36 assault rifles, opened fire upon the mobile suit with little affect. Occasional lucky shots hit the visor of the suit, damaging the glass and cracking it in areas, but failing to affect it at all. We need explosives! The Mobile suit grabbed a hold of the side of the shaft, digging the armored fingers into the wall before lifting itself up. Soon, a foot planted itself into the opposite wall, allowing the mobile suit to start climbing up, reaching towards the nearest soldier that had been firing upon it. The man dressed in his standard Defluo Idcirco soldier's uniform, continued to fie, but had little effect. It wasn't until the massive hand of the machine wrapped around him, did he realize there could have been a better solution. Only screams came as he was crushed under the might grip of the mobile suit's hand. The others, began seeking cover where they could, ducking back into the corridors that connected with the primary shaft and narrowly avoiding the mobile suit as it continued to climb up further. |
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| Nij Oken | Nov 5 2007, 11:56 PM Post #2 |
Advanced Pilot
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Moving around the side of one of the jagged, stoned formations that comprised the Sahara on this moonlit night, the ambiguous figure that seemed to be ever-present in the area continued to lurk about the shaded side of the structure. Far beneath the surface, however, was suddenly shifted into utter chaos that trickled into a steady flow of alerts below the windy, arid terrain, until the word had ultimately gotten out. Transmissions from within were quite unsteady coming from the D.I., as it appeared that someone had commandeered one of their units at first earshot. From the sounds of it, it’d became unstable, this rogue of a machine, before claiming the life of an engineer and proceeded to make its way to the surface. The confined internals of a low-lit space surrounded by a series of monitors that reflected the external environment revealed most notably someone’s visor; the familiar translucent surface refracted the luminescence of the various diagrams presented on the central screen. A light flicker about the schematics had indicated the positioning, and with a visual presented by the side monitors, the location as well. With a minor change in direction, the figure had continued to walk fourth, almost as if it were in a programmed stroll whilst it headed onward across the surface. Some meters out, the hatch leading down into the central shaft resided partially covered in that all-too-common grainy sand. After a moment had passed, the almost feint mechanical hums that were drowned by the heavy, muffled thuds of large, metallic steps that’d approached closer, and closer, until the culprit of such effects had swept by in the form of a mobile unit’s feet which cast a partial shadow about the closed doorway. A few generous waves of sand had been brushed over as the feet slid along the ground into a spread that was just past shoulder length; the mobile suit stood in such a posture whilst it lowered the barrel of a lengthy weapon accustomed to its preferred niche, the cloth-like material sporadically billowing in the near-constant wind as it did. The hatch had began to rumble for an instant, before slowly parting itself to allow a bit of the grainy earth to tumble inside like that of a waterfall as the alarm-filled sirens blasted outward from deep within. During approach, the command to clear and open the shaft had been sent and acknowledged, meaning it’d began to open quite punctually according to the unit’s time of arrival. Beams of moonlight began flooding into the widening cracks of the doors despite the sand that’d began to cease its flow, the cloaked unit wielding the weapon having shown itself to be looking straight down and gripping the rifle firmly in that linear vertical position. The rapidly-zooming screen revealed that it was the one codenamed the BlackJackal—a familiar one indeed—that was actually climbing its way straight up the elevator shaft; the distinct design of its head was gazed upon with that mono-eye remaining within the focus of the twin reticles as each ascending foot was traversed—it even resembled some glowing fictional demon clawing its way up from a dark, noisy pit of hell, if one were into that sort of thing.. The green light had already been given—to silence it. However, a singular, hazed image of the machine’s cockpit had managed to project itself fourth, and an ever-so-slight shift of the crosshairs were executed, leaving the central point to fix upon the right of the Jackal’s head. One slip of the trigger is what ignited the muzzle-flash that scattered the sand and sent the round on its descending path toward the advancing rogue. |
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| Blackjackal | Nov 6 2007, 07:39 PM Post #3 |
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Ace Pilot
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The command center had become heated by the sudden attempt at stealing a unit prized by the D.I., and it hadn't been long before 'Steve' had been alerted, along with the original owner of the aged mobile suit. The first to have arrived, was the bigger man, dressed in his usual choice of military attire. Stepping into the room, the commander glanced at the controllers working in their stations, then towards the tactical displays placed in the center. Maps of the bunker along with the outside had been shown, controllers using the information to plan an effective means of countering the grand theft Gundam. "Who's piloting it, and how far have they gone?" Steve's words were quickly intercepted by one of the communications controllers, a voice responding in an inhuman tone. Unlike other officers who were coordinating the controllers, the voice that responded was heard from exactly where the commander stood, almost as if the controller responding was present within himself. We're unsure of the pilot, but we know that it's attempting to reach the surface. We've considered closing the blast doors, but they were intended for an assault from the outside, not from within. Lowering the elevator would have similar affects, but it'd apply long term damage to our base's developments for the next month. Steve nodded, looking at the map beside two subordinates. His eyes scanned, looking for some possible method of stopping the enemy. A mobile suit has moved to intercept it and the elevator has been cleared to allow a shot, however we're getting some funny readings from the suit itself. "Funny readings? Funny as in Ha-ha clown funny or as in suspicious funny?" suspicious, something's cooking in the-... Steve listened to the pause, turning to the controller compartment that he had been communicating with ever since he had arrived. The pause seemed unnecessary at a time like this, as time itself was running short like a fuse on a cannon. The pilot has hacked into a security systems, they're overriding the cameras and external defenses. "Meaning?" They're getting lots of eyes and guns really fast ---------------------------------------------------------- within the silo, the mobile suit had continued its slow ascent to the surface, the hands digging into the sides of the elevator shaft before lifting it further. Halfway to its destination however, the unit paused. Soldiers standing in one of the exits, watched as the glowing green sensor eye looked up, half of the circular glow vanishing behind the armor plating that surrounded it almost as if the entire beast were looking up to see something. Once the shot had been taken, the hands had already released after pushing away. the unit fell only a short distance before the hands grasped onto one of the elevator shaft exits and ripping it free to let the fingers bury into the cement under it. Steel plating ripped free like paper under the monstrous grip and soon, cascaded down into the dark pit below, breaking a few of the lights along the way. The shot itself, missed completely, traveling down before blowing clear through the bottom of the elevator shaft and into the bomb impact breakers below. It wasn't long before a response came from the unit, showing signs of the unknown pilot's displeasure. Topside, turrets originally programmed to serve as an automated defense against mobile suits, groaned to life, swiveling in the direction of the GM sniper that had been fighting the Blackjackal's attempts at escaping. All of the weapons, including massive 80mm Gatling guns and beam projection missile launchers, fired, rounds that missed blowing apart the cement surface of the outside structure while the missiles slowly reached out from the tubes before activating their primary thrusters to close in on their target. |
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