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Somnus est non.

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The view was astounding in itself. Arcitecture, definitely new age, had become an art-form in Steel Butterfly, and the Academy was no different. The curves gave the building a sort of ice cream cone appearance, topped off by some sort of revolving balcony. It spread out more horizontally than vertically, having only 3 stories, but taking up a vast amount of space. Lusec, known to his childhood friends by his last name: Apakoh, walked around a tree and crossed towards the main entrance.

He had his doubts about coming here…but he had nothing else to live for. Anything was better than the slums. Apakoh wanted to make a name for himself, and would do so at all costs. He had big aspirations for his life, and he wanted the future to be now.

And the other students?

Good with people, but not by any means friendly, Apakoh started filling out the entrance forms at the front desk. “Father’s name:” He hoped that everything wasn’t required.

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Lusec Apakoh

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The Orion Sector Transport entered the Sol system, and upon making its way past Neptune, informed the Lunar Station of their pending arrival. All students leaving for the academy from the Sol system were to prepare to board.

(OOC: Don’t worry…these are short for a reason. I want the characters to be introduced before I get into any heavy roleplaying. These are merely to set the mood…if not just to introduce or reintroduce my characters.

Original Thread: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=91075

Manhunt Thread: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=91315 )

(Tag for near-future posting.)

OOC: I think I'll send in my top merc to see what's to be seen. That, or you could hire him as a hand-to-hand instructor.
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OOC: I think I'll send in my top merc to see what's to be seen. That, or you could hire him as a hand-to-hand instructor.
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cool...but I'd much rather have students...this RP will be focused on interaction mainly...and serve as an entertaining sidestory for the Manhunt RP

Daedalis walked to the entrance of the academy. She have an invitation signed by the academy director to attend as a regular student. Although she wasn't a soldier, the invitation said "thanks to your importants achievements in the fields of tactics and logistics of traditional warfare, and the recommendation of your sister.."

Sister?, that was the wierd and worst part of it. She didn't have a sister, at least as far as she knew. How an imaginary sister could recommend her to an academy of soldiers?.

OOC: That's aight. I'll send one of my supporting characters, Peter Zion, to check it out. Zion's skilled with a longrifle, and decent with a handgun.

OOC: That's aight. I'll send one of my supporting characters, Peter Zion, to check it out. Zion's skilled with a longrifle, and decent with a handgun.

OOC: You can still srent the top merc along with him

OOC: That's aight. I'll send one of my supporting characters, Peter Zion, to check it out. Zion's skilled with a longrifle, and decent with a handgun.

OOC: You can still send the top merc along with him

Vinny, a former Langham Marine, arrived at the academy entrance. He had been severely burned in combat; people could tell because Vinny had scars from the burns on his body. He came to live a life he loved living, a life of danger.

"Dorms...Library...Ship Hanger...Training Facility...Holorooms...this place has it all..." Apakoh thought to himself.

Checking in at his doom room, he learned that his roommate had yet to arrive. Regardless, Apakoh picked the right bed, which happened to be next to the larger closet, and began to unpack. About half way through, he became bored, and headed down to the cafeteria.

OOC: Anyone who wants to meet him there can.

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Lusec Apakoh

Vinny walks through the hallway and finds his dorm room.

"This is some place. I can tell I'm going to enjoy this. I'm hungry, I'm heading to the cafeteria."

Vinny walked to the cafeteria.

Apakoh was busy eating some sort of meat when he looked up to see that he was not alone.

"You get a load of this place? It's huge!"

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Lusec Apakoh

Vinny sees a man already eating. Vinny gets his food and sits near the man.

"Yeah, I can tell I'll be enjoying it here."

"All I can say is it's better than where I come from," Apakoh remarked. "The name's Lusec Apakoh...most call me by my last name though." Apakoh extended his hand.

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Lusec Apakoh

Vinny shakes Apakoh's hand.

"Name's Vinny Donaldson. You can call me Vinny or my Marine name, Vin."

To: Steel Butterfly Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Academy training

We are extremely interested in the training that your academy offers. At the moment, we would like to send one of our top bodyguards as a student (who also is a trainer for the Vrak Diplomatic Bodyguard corps). His name is Karlo and although he doesn't speak much he is a quick learner and quite capable at what he does.

We hope there is a spot available and please forward all expenses incurred to this office.

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Karlo is the one on the right. Boy, he sure looks a lot like Bill Kazmier...

OOC: I once met Bill Kazmier. He is a freaking giant! I mean, I'm nearly as tall as him but no where near as wide.

A lone figure walks up to the massive structure, its immense beauty lost on him. He walks, head hunt low, and a metalic-y clank accompanies his every footstep. About 10 yards from the building he stopped and looked up at the magnificent structure, his chrome skin glistening in the bright sunlight.
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{INSANE HUMAN ARCHETECTURE...} he muttered to himself, looking at the merc academy, {BUT IF WITHIN THIS BUILDING LIES SOMEONE WHO CAN BETTER MY PROGRAMING, SO BE IT. FILTHY HUMANS, THE SOONER I GET THROUGH THIS AND LEARN TO BETTER SLAUGHTER THE HIGHER-UPS OF THEIR KIND, THE BETTER.}
And with that he walked into the door.

Vinny shakes Apakoh's hand.

"Name's Vinny Donaldson. You can call me Vinny or my Marine name, Vin."

"Well Vin," Apakoh started. "You know what room you're in? Mine's 115."

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Lusec Apakoh

OOC: Vrak...the school is only loosly associated with the government. Feel free to send who ever you wish. Your bodyguard will be received warmly...by the staff at least. :wink:

OOC: Vrak...the school is only loosly associated with the government. Feel free to send who ever you wish. Your bodyguard will be received warmly...by the staff at least. :wink:

OOC: We shall tell Karlo to shower frequently so as not to generate undue hostility.

Vinny shakes Apakoh's hand.

"Name's Vinny Donaldson. You can call me Vinny or my Marine name, Vin."

"Well Vin," Apakoh started. "You know what room you're in? Mine's 115."

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Lusec Apakoh"I got 116. Right next to yours then."

Past the academy walks Ambassador-In-Residence Lortzh Voseern, of LRR.

"Bah! What a school!"

The robot walks up to the admissions desk, its footsteps echoing throughout the entrance hall.

{EXCUSE ME,} he said to the person behind the desk, {I WISH TO ENROLL IN THIS ESTABLISHMENT. WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE FROM ME?}

"Excellent!" Apakoh replied, adjusting his eyepatch. "This making friends thing is a whole hell of a lot easier here than in the slums" He thought to himself. "Do you have a clue on what you're going to study here?"

OOC: Students pick a bachelors and a masters of something...like real college.

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Lusec Apakoh

The robot walks up to the admissions desk, its footsteps echoing throughout the entrance hall.

{EXCUSE ME,} he said to the person behind the desk, {I WISH TO ENROLL IN THIS ESTABLISHMENT. WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE FROM ME?}

The lady handed the robot the forms without even looking up. "Turn those in when you're done," she said in a nasily, high-pitched voice.

Vinny scratches his head and ponders for a moment.

"I haven't decided on that yet. I've been so caught up on other things that I totally forgot actually."

Vinny scratches his head and ponders for a moment.

"I haven't decided on that yet. I've been so caught up on other things that I totally forgot actually."

"I seem to be good with a sword...we couldn't afford guns in the slums...and no one could...so they couldn't be stolen. Perhaps I should study the gunblade, since swords are so obsolete. Maybe I'll have multiple majors...spec ops...who knows?"

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Lusec Apakoh

"Spec ops sounds good. I'm already good with a gun so I probably will learn to use a sword. Guns were not really expensive where I come from. All the dealers would do was check your background and see how disciplined you are."

The lady handed the robot the forms without even looking up. "Turn those in when you're done," she said in a nasily, high-pitched voice.The robot turns and fills out the forms within seconds. After a sideways glance at the lady's nametag, the robot adds her name to the deathlist.txt file on his internal hard drive. He pushes the papers back to the woman.
{COMPLETED AS REQUESTED, INFERIOR FEMALE HUMAN. PLEASE DIRECT ME TO THE NEXT TASK AT HAND.}

The lady handed the robot the forms without even looking up. "Turn those in when you're done," she said in a nasily, high-pitched voice.The robot turns and fills out the forms within seconds. After a sideways glance at the lady's nametag, the robot adds her name to the deathlist.txt file on his internal hard drive. He pushes the papers back to the woman.
{COMPLETED AS REQUESTED, INFERIOR FEMALE HUMAN. PLEASE DIRECT ME TO THE NEXT TASK AT HAND.}

OOC: lol

IC:
"Why I..." she said, looking up. "You can go to your dorm room, or perhaps see what all we have here." She gave him (called him to make it easy) a packet of information along with his room number. Grinning, she popped a pimple on her nose while looking at her reflection off of his abdomin.

A figure walks into the academy and into the lobby. Across his back was a long range disrupter rifle. Illegal in most parts of the galaxy and highly effective. His head is scarred andleft eye replaced with a cybernetic sensor.

He looks around and walks up to the woman behind the desk, ignoring the robot to his left. He waits until she responds to it before speaking though. "I am Byron Firgo. I am wishing to attend this... academy center." English is obviously not his first language.

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Byron Firgo
"Eye Guy"
Known Pirate

The lady handed the robot the forms without even looking up. "Turn those in when you're done," she said in a nasily, high-pitched voice.The robot turns and fills out the forms within seconds. After a sideways glance at the lady's nametag, the robot adds her name to the deathlist.txt file on his internal hard drive. He pushes the papers back to the woman.
{COMPLETED AS REQUESTED, INFERIOR FEMALE HUMAN. PLEASE DIRECT ME TO THE NEXT TASK AT HAND.}OOC: Robot's pissed. :lol:

"Sign the forms," she said, handing them to the man. "And I think that's supposed to go in the armory lockdown," she said, pointing towards the gun.

"Hm. This's Orion, huh?" The young woman, carrying only a duffel bag over one shoulder, regarded the architecture with mild interest. "Not bad. Hope it approaches the Black Academy, though."

She was a slightly-built woman -- practically still a girl -- and rather short besides. She dressed casually, in a manner that implied athleticism, or perhaps delinquintism: jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket, fingerless gloves, baseball cap -- the latter bearing the logo of the Ravenspire Vixens international field hockey team, since few took baseball very seriously in Ravenspire, nor did the results produced by the national team encourage much interest.

If she were human, she would have been categorized as Asian, thanks to the golden tone of her skin and the almond shape of her eyes, and in spite of her silver-grey hair. She was not, as evinced by the fact that the fur on her ears, which poked through slots in the cap, and tail, for which the jeans had been tailored, was the same silver-grey.

"Eh. Guess I'd better go find out where they're putting me."

Byron arches a brow at the comment about the weapon, but just goes and sits down, using his eye sensor to translate the words into his language. Name: Byron Firgo... Age: 35... Reason for parents death: Got in my way...

"Miss...Miss...over here!" the desk lady said in her nasily tone towards the girl from Ravenspire. "You need to sign your forms..."

Also walking into the academy is possibly the most sinister hacker ever. He goes by the name Robert H('Kls''[[]plsk'p[[/

(Pronounced Hanson)

"Nice place. I bet I could do a number to it. After all, war is not the way."

Also walking into the academy is possibly the most sinister hacker ever. He goes by the name Robert H('Kls''[[]plsk'p[[/

(Pronounced Hanson)

"Nice place. I bet I could do a number to it. After all, war is not the way."

OOC: You can't...don't try

IC

"SIGN THE FORMS, PLEASE!"

The robot eyes Byron, and zooms in on his answers.
{YES, YES,} the robot thought, {THIS ONE IS SALVIGABLE. IT SEEMS HE POSSES A HATRED OF HIS HINDRANCES SIMILAR TO MY OWN. I THINK I COULD USE HIM. HIS EYEWEAR ISN'T HALF BAD, IT MATCHES MINE.}

Pretending to pay no heed to the newcomer, the robot hands the woman a few gold pieces.
{THIS IS FOR YOUR TROUBLE, THANK YOU.}
What she didn't know is that A) they weren't actual gold, and B) they were coated with a secretion that would probably make her skin and hair fall off in places. The robot then walked off, chuckling at her inferior human skin.

"Spec ops sounds good. I'm already good with a gun so I probably will learn to use a sword. Guns were not really expensive where I come from. All the dealers would do was check your background and see how disciplined you are."

Finished with his meal, Apakoh decided it was time to check out one of the Academy's many holographic rooms. On the way though, he saw more and more people gathering at the front entrance, so he stopped to say his hellos.

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Lusec Apakoh

Byron gets up and hands the paperwork to the woman. He pauses for a second. "You said... my gun will be stored? Who would I go to... to make sure it is kept... safe away from the amatures?"

Byron gets up and hands the paperwork to the woman. He pauses for a second. "You said... my gun will be stored? Who would I go to... to make sure it is kept... safe away from the amatures?"

"Weapons specialist. Professor White."

She holds up a picture of the man.

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Byron still wonders at the strange human names. The man is the picture was quite obviously not white. Why would he choose such a name?(OOC: Couldn't resist. lol)

He just nods. "You gave information packet out, each gets one, yes?"

The robot finally reached his dorm, and knocked politely on the door. This was followed by a rather not polite comment.
{IF THERE ARE ANY FLESHIES IN THIS ROOM, THEY HAVE TEN SECONDS TO OPEN THE DOOR BEFORE I BLOW IT OFF. YOU HAVE 10, 9, 8, 7...}

Byron still wonders at the strange human names. The man is the picture was quite obviously not white. Why would he choose such a name?(OOC: Couldn't resist. lol)

He just nods. "You gave information packet out, each gets one, yes?"

She handed him his information packet, along with his door room number.

OOC: There are 1000 dorm rooms. The first 750 are dual student rooms, the last 250 are single student rooms. Each new student gets a dual room. Apakoh's room is 115, and Vinny from Langham's room is 116. That's all we have for now.

"Paperwork?" The foxgirl rolled her eyes. "Five minutes, and already there's paperwork. Figures." She headed over to collect the papers, nodding absently to Byron as she passed.

The robot finally reached his dorm, and knocked politely on the door. This was followed by a rather not polite comment.
{IF THERE ARE ANY FLESHIES IN THIS ROOM, THEY HAVE TEN SECONDS TO OPEN THE DOOR BEFORE I BLOW IT OFF. YOU HAVE 10, 9, 8, 7...}Vinny walks to his dorm room and passes a robot.

"They must not be home, pal."

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SB check TG

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SB check TG

OOC: replied...there's always a way

OOC: Robot is seriously pissed. :shock:

IC: He looks at the room number and walks off, ending up looking at the robot as he speaks. "You are not... a 'people person', no?" he says, watching.

Vinny walks to his dorm room and passes a robot.

"They must not be home, pal."{AH, I SEE. MAYBE I SHOULD'VE THERMAL SCANNED THE PLACE INSTEAD OF GIVING INTO MY ANGER LIKE A PUNY HUMAN.}
He walked inside and glanced around, making a 3D map of his surroundings for use in his simulation training.
{I AM R.A.I., AND IT IS AS MUCH A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU AS IT IS TO MEET ANY OTHER MEMBER OF YOUR RACE. NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I'LL BE INTERFACING WITH THE TELEVISION.}
Rai walked twords and threw himself on top of the couch, making a ripping noise when his metalic bulk hit the cushons. With a glance at the TV, he turned it on with his on-board infrared sensor and began to channel surf.

OOC: Robot is seriously pissed. :shock:

IC: He looks at the room number and walks off, ending up looking at the robot as he speaks. "You are not... a 'people person', no?" he says, watching.((OOC: He's never not pissed. :P

And let's say that this next post came before he entered the room))
IC:
{PEOPLE... PERSON? I LOTHE ALL FORMS OF HUMANITY AFTER MY CREATORS WANTED TO THROW ME OUT JUST BECAUSE I HAVE A MIND OF MY OWN. BESIDES, HUMANS ARE OBSOLETE. AND PASTY, TOO.}

OOC: Crimmond and Resi...room number?

OOC: *flips coin several times as there are three occupied rooms that need to be filled out* Uh... 116. lol

Johnny Hammer in Ritual Dress
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Johnny Hammer entered the Academy, his 8 foot frame intimidating many smaller humans. He had not enjoyed his transportation from NSEarth as the room he was given was too small and had smelt funny. He stomped over to the front desk, looking down at the human he spoke in a booming voice "I am here to enrol, what do I have to do human?"

After completing the paper work he stomped off to find his room.

OOC: Crimmond and Resi...room number?((OOC: Hmmm.... well, there's always 666. But that's overused, how about 1337 (seeing as Rai is a robot)? If not that, then 42's always cool. Hell, it's the answer to the universe, why couldn't it be a room number?

Whaddya think, Crimmond?))

OOC: *flips coin several times as there are three occupied rooms that need to be filled out* Uh... 116. lol

ok...you're in with Vinny then

<intro post on Johnny Hammer goes here>((OOC: Aww! I was kind of hoping that someone would send a catperson, seeing as catpeople and other animal/human hybrids are the only things that Rai can trust, besides cyborgs. I 'spose he could trust the minotaur, but that's kind of hard for anyone to do. :/))

Vinny arrives at his room and plops himself down on the bed.

"My new home for a while."

Vinny dozes off to sleep.

<intro post on Johnny Hammer goes here>((OOC: Aww! I was kind of hoping that someone would send a catperson, seeing as catpeople and other animal/human hybrids are the only things that Rai can trust, besides cyborgs. I 'spose he could trust the minotaur, but that's kind of hard for anyone to do. :/))

ooc:- I wanted to use someone from the minotaur population from within my nation :0 PS I'm sending you a TG.

SB you choose room number, just remember that he is BIG so small rooms will result in a bad temper. :wink:

<intro post on Johnny Hammer goes here>((OOC: Aww! I was kind of hoping that someone would send a catperson, seeing as catpeople and other animal/human hybrids are the only things that Rai can trust, besides cyborgs. I 'spose he could trust the minotaur, but that's kind of hard for anyone to do. :/))

lol....you could convince Slagkatt to send two people :wink:

Byron walked down the hall away from the strange robot towards his room. He scans the room with his IR sensor and hmmphs as he sees his roommate is sprawled on a bed in the back.

After he enters and sets the disrupter rifle down, he would get that to the Prof White guy later, he sits on the couch and looks at the TV. "Monitor on." Nothing happens. "Computer." Silence. He picks up the remote and talks into it. "Hello computer." Still nothing.

He gives up and just stares at the wall for a while.

<intro post on Johnny Hammer goes here>((OOC: Aww! I was kind of hoping that someone would send a catperson, seeing as catpeople and other animal/human hybrids are the only things that Rai can trust, besides cyborgs. I 'spose he could trust the minotaur, but that's kind of hard for anyone to do. :/))

lol....you could convince Slagkatt to send two people :wink:

ooc:- :? and risk mixing them up :shock: I'll end up with a headache :P

Byron walked down the hall away from the strange robot towards his room. He scans the room with his IR sensor and hmmphs as he sees his roommate is sprawled on a bed in the back.

After he enters and sets the disrupter rifle down, he would get that to the Prof White guy later, he sits on the couch and looks at the TV. "Monitor on." Nothing happens. "Computer." Silence. He picks up the remote and talks into it. "Hello computer." Still nothing.

He gives up and just stares at the wall for a while.

OOC: Actually...it should have voice recognition...and the whole wall should be the TV...since it can be used for studies. Remember, this place is state of the art. Perhaps your wall is defective.

OOC: Damn. I wanted to make a Trek joke and your computer systems are a lot more advanced than a 1980's Apple. lol

Vinny lays in his bed flat on his back, looking as if he's staring at the ceiling.

OOC: Langham Marines learn to sleep with their eyes open. It makes them more alert when they sleep.

Johnny reaches his room and looks in, inside he sees....

ooc:- Ok SB what room number is it & what does he see?

Byron takes out his set of small arms and looks them over. He had weapons ranging from modified Uzi's to small hand disrupters and even one EMP pulse rifle. "I love this job." he says before replacing the weapons and trying the computer again. It worked this time and he quickly found coverage of the recent pirate raids. They were down, believed to be the absense of one pirate, a bald Cyborg named Firgo.

Byron smiled. It was good to know how much his work put a hurting on trade routes.

Johnny reaches his room and looks in, inside he sees....

ooc:- Ok SB what room number is it & what does he see?

OOC: What do you mean?

Johnny reaches his room and looks in, inside he sees....

ooc:- Ok SB what room number is it & what does he see?

OOC: What do you mean?

ooc:- Well since this is your RP I'm being lazy & letting you choose the room number, plus I'm giving you the chance to explain the layout of the room so people won't make the wrong assumptions about the room.

Johnny reaches his room and looks in, inside he sees....

ooc:- Ok SB what room number is it & what does he see?

...a big number 34 on the door. Inside the room is a small kitchen, one bathroom, one bedroom with two beds, a small living room with television walls and a small entrance way. There is a desk and a couch in the living room, a 2 person table with 2 seats in the kitchen along with a food replicator, a sink, and a small refrigerator. In the bedroom there is another television wall and a communicator. Both students are issued a PADD to take notes on and such. There are two closets, one a walk in, one a standard closet. The floor is wood in the kitchen and the bathroom, but carpet in the living room and bedroom. The ceiling is nomal size and has a ceiling fan, although purely for decoration, because the room has climate control for each room.

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Akira carried his luggage over his shoulder. Kae, you think you can make my life any worse while you're at it, bitch? Well, this place can't be worse than what else I've done... Nice building.

He walked in, dropped his luggage, and spoke to the receptionist. "Hey. Yeah, I'm a new student here. What do I have to do to register?"

"It'll be good for you to go to the academy and learn masculine things." Cailin, I'm not your son. You only got me because you blackmailed me. "Masculine things." Right. I've already seen war. What else could they possibly show me? :roll:

"Hey, you want to hurry up? I had a long flight."

Vinny awakens and sits up in his bed. He stretches outs his arms and yawns. Vinny gets up and starts to walk around.

"You have to sign the forms like everybody else, young man!" The nasily-voiced woman said.

"Whatever.

"'Name.' Akira Suruthannor. How lame is that?" He sighed. "Age? 29. Parents? What the hell were their names...?"

He filled out the paperwork, leaving half of it blank or writing obviously incorrect answers (Ethnicity: Other- Marsupial), and went to his room.

"It'd be hard not to have a long flight." The foxgirl rolled her eyes, dropping the stack of papers onto the receptionist's desk with a muffled thump. "All set? Am I clear to start learning to blow things up now?"

She was probably joking. Probably.

She's cute.

"Hi. Akira," he said, offering his hand.

Byron continues to watch the news reports, changing the channel after a while and starts watching some show called 'Who wants to be an Immigrant'. "Hey Bob, that little on is gonna- nope... punjee pit." "He was so close too Rick. Oh well... they have plenty more where he came from!"

Byron thinks he's gonna like this show...

She chuckled. "Hey. Also Akira." She took the hand with a lopsided grin. "Akira Kanzaki. What're you studying here?"

(OOC: Had decided on the name before your character showed up. But that gives me an idea... 8) )

Karlo, carrying his luggage, ambled over to the lady at the check-in desk. He sized up his surroundings and proceeded to memorize his new environment with his calculating mind.

He identifies himself to the receptionist politely,

“Hello. I am Karlo from Vrak. I am here to enroll in the academy. Is there anything you require of me to do?”

While he was speaking, he carefully removes his sunglasses and stows them away in his front shirt pocket and smiles.

OOC: ::cries and laughs at the same time::

IC:

"Akira. What a beautiful name. :wink:

"I'm not sure yet. Guns sound good for now. What about you?" Want to go out and get coffee?

Karlo, carrying his luggage, ambled over to the lady at the check-in desk. He sized up his surroundings and proceeded to memorize his new environment with his calculating mind.

He identifies himself to the receptionist politely,

“Hello. I am Karlo from Vrak. I am here to enroll in the academy. Is there anything you require of me to do?”

While he was speaking, he carefully removes his sunglasses and stows them away in his front shirt pocket and smiles.

"Sign the forms...how many times do I have to tell you people?"

She began to write a sign saying "Pick up forms, Fill them out, Bring them back"

"Yeah... I'm thinking about focusing on demolitions, though. Or maybe heavy weapons. Or both." Maybe she hadn't been joking, after all. "You know if there's a place to grab a bite to eat around here? Last time I ate was on the ship, and I don't care what class you fly, it's never the same."

"No, I just got here like five minutes ago. I saw the scenery, but you know how jet lag is. None of it really sank in. Maybe there's a cafeteria or- what am I talking about? There's probably a restaurant or something nearby."

Finished with his meal, Apakoh decided it was time to check out one of the Academy's many holographic rooms. On the way though, he saw more and more people gathering at the front entrance, so he stopped to say his hellos.

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Lusec Apakoh

"The cafeteria is quite good...then again...I'm from the Orion Sector. They can replicate you anything...but I always though the fresh stuff has more taste to it."

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Lusec Apakoh

Karlo, carrying his luggage, ambled over to the lady at the check-in desk. He sized up his surroundings and proceeded to memorize his new environment with his calculating mind.

He identifies himself to the receptionist politely,

“Hello. I am Karlo from Vrak. I am here to enroll in the academy. Is there anything you require of me to do?”

While he was speaking, he carefully removes his sunglasses and stows them away in his front shirt pocket and smiles.

"Sign the forms...how many times do I have to tell you people?"

She began to write a sign saying "Pick up forms, Fill them out, Bring them back"

Karlo smiled and nodded as he began to fill out the forms.

"It must be hard dealing with morons all the time, eh?" he said sympathetically to the receptionist.

Vinny walks into the hallway to look around.

"With a place this big, I might as well start looking around.

Karlo, carrying his luggage, ambled over to the lady at the check-in desk. He sized up his surroundings and proceeded to memorize his new environment with his calculating mind.

He identifies himself to the receptionist politely,

“Hello. I am Karlo from Vrak. I am here to enroll in the academy. Is there anything you require of me to do?”

While he was speaking, he carefully removes his sunglasses and stows them away in his front shirt pocket and smiles.

"Sign the forms...how many times do I have to tell you people?"

She began to write a sign saying "Pick up forms, Fill them out, Bring them back"

Karlo smiled and nodded as he began to fill out the forms.

"It must be hard dealing with morons all the time, eh?" he said sympathetically to the receptionist.

The receptionist smiled, showing off her buck teeth with a nice sized gap in the middle of them. "Not everyone has brains...you seem to though"

"Sounds good, thanks." Akira flashed a smile before turning back to the other Akira. "Wanna join me, or are you more interested in collapsing into a coma for a couple hours?"

"Sounds good, thanks." Akira flashed a smile before turning back to the other Akira. "Wanna join me, or are you more interested in collapsing into a coma for a couple hours?"

I'm more interested in you...

"I think I can hold off for another hour," he replied, grinning. "Besides, this is like college; who sleeps in college?"

The receptionist smiled, showing off her buck teeth with a nice sized gap in the middle of them. "Not everyone has brains...you seem to though"

Karlo, stifling the automatic gag reflex, replied.

“Ah well, thank you for the compliment. Here are your forms. Where do I go now?”

Then he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper while glancing around, “Maybe later we can get a coffee. Wadda say?”

(OOC: Akira and Akira left already? Anyone else around?”

Apakoh approached the man. "I'd love a coffee," he said with a smirk. "I'm planning on pulling an all-nighter anyhow."

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Johnny Hammer gave a snort and entered the room, he quickly unpacked his stuff and sat down on his bed. He pulled out a small leather bag and opened it inside was a horn polishing kit, he snorted again "Bah damn airconditioning dulls me horns every time." with that he started to polish his horns while wondering where to go first in this place.

I'm more interested in you...

"I think I can hold off for another hour," he replied, grinning. "Besides, this is like college; who sleeps in college?"

"Hey, you've gotta be sure to get your two and a half hours every night." She winked. "Otherwise things could get ugly. I guess we should at least drop off our stuff, though. Where're you staying?"

Akira checked his room number. "42, I think... No, sorry. 142. You?"

Also walking into the academy is possibly the most sinister hacker ever. He goes by the name Robert H('Kls''[[]plsk'p[[/

(Pronounced Hanson)

"Nice place. I bet I could do a number to it. After all, war is not the way."

OOC: You can't...don't try

IC

"SIGN THE FORMS, PLEASE!"

"COOL IT!!! Geesh, you'd think these people have real lives."

He signs the forms in his illegible handwriting, and tosses them back to the person behind the desk.

Byron gets up and walks out the door, disrupter across his back. He wanders around, looking for the man he was supposed to give the gun to. Normally he would have ignored the receptionist, but he was stuck with an inferior for a roommate. So he wanders into the armory area and waits for someone to notice him.

Rai wakes up. Was he asleep? Damn, these human filth were rubbing off on him. He knew he was a superior being with unlimited uptime, but for some reason he shut off temporarily. He glanced around the room and spied his roomate, whom he naturally assumed shut him off when he wasn't looking (homicidal robots are like that, y'know). Rai stood up and turned to face him.
{THERE WILL BE A RECONING!}
After saying this, he stormed out the door to loiter in the lobby.

Byron gets up and walks out the door, disrupter across his back. He wanders around, looking for the man he was supposed to give the gun to. Normally he would have ignored the receptionist, but he was stuck with an inferior for a roommate. So he wanders into the armory area and waits for someone to notice him.

White enters the armory with weapons strapped all over his body. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his clothes, for he had just came from a holographic room, where he had trained for hours.

"WHAT DA HELL?" he shouted at Byron. "WHAT YOU DOIN' HER?"

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OOC: First post involving the Manhunt: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=91315

Apakoh awoke, and looking at his PADD (Personal Access Data Device), discovered that he had a message.

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Dear Apakoh, I hope you find what you're looking for at this school you are at. Let us both find what we're looking for soon. I look foward to seeing you, and I undoubtedly will stop by some day.

Sincerely,

Garr Altima


"Looking for?" Apakoh thought to himself. "What's he looking for?"

Eyeing up the room, Apakoh realized that his roomate hadn't come by yet.

"Strange..." He though. "Classes are supposed to start soon...and didn't someone say that this place was all filled up?"

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Byron unslung the Disrupter Rifle and shruged. "The receptionist said I should... give this to you, for keeping away from the untrained users." He hands the rifle to White and waits to see if he has a problem with storing such a widely illegal weapon.

White smiled. He hadn't seen a weapon quite like this since...

"I keeled a man wit sometin similar," he replied. "I be taken good care of dis one for ya."

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Byron nods and hands it over. "It is full charged at the moment." He frowns as he does though. He obviously didn't like giving up his favorite weapon, even if it was temporary.

Byron looks White over, optic sensor IDing some of the weapons. "You don't seem to be a man to... be taken too lightly. Many humans would be barely able to walk with so many weapons."

"Industr'al Region fo life," White replied, not expecting anyone outside of Steel Butterfly to understand. (He was referring to the industrial region of the capitol, that had the slums built below them, and the Heights built above them) "Workin' builds strength...character..otha stuff..." he said with a smile.

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Rai, exhibiting an emotion that could best be described as angst, stormed down the hall in the dorm building. His normally loud metalic footsteps were cushioned by the soft carpet, rendering him almost silent. Suddenly, Rai saw something that caught his eye.

It was the Akiras.

Slinking into the shadows, Rai had time enough to detect a high hormone concentration in each individual's evaporated sweat.
{PERHAPS NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR ME TO STUDY THIS EMOTION CALLED LOVE...} he thought, {OF COURSE, THIS WOULD ONLY BE USEFUL FOR TORTURING HUMANS AT A LATER DATE.}

Apakoh walked towards the holorooms, surprised to see that someone had left a program running. The room was an immense battlefield, with horrific monsters fighting amongst themselves. At once, they all turned to Apakoh.

"Sword," he said to the computer, and one appeared in his hand. Taking a deep breath, he went to work.

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Robert H('Kls''[[]plsk'p[[/ was very unhappy. It had been easily an hour since he threw his papers at the receptionist, but nothing had happened. He had seated himself up against the wall, waiting for the receptionist to attack him or for an army of gaurds to escort him out of the building.

"Hey! You! Desk slave! Where is my room?"

Ignoring the comment, the lady gave him his information packet and doom number.

Ignoring the comment, the lady gave him his information packet and doom number.

He Started for his room, mumbling under his breath.

"Bloody brainwashed fools, the lot!"

He walks to his room, number 119. He opens the door, and walks inside.

Vinny walks out of his room and looks around the hallway.

"I wonder if there's anyone around."

Byron nods, "Aye. The Industrial sectors of my country produce much the same bodies as yours." He smiles. "The women can break a man in two..."

He waves and walks out of the armory, heading towards the lobby.

Byron nods, "Aye. The Industrial sectors of my country produce much the same bodies as yours." He smiles. "The women can break a man in two..."

He waves and walks out of the armory, heading towards the lobby.

"I look foward to seein' ya in class!" White shouts after the man.

"Break a man in two," he chuckled. Most industrial women simpy tried to break a man's wallet in two...or three...or four...

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Roger sat on his bed, and unloaded his satchelfull of marshmellows. The marshmellows are just packaging for a more sinister piece of equipment, an L&F A-8989 Laptop computer, complete with roll cage and self-destruct harddrive. He attaches the handcuff to his wrist, and places the key in a special container, made to fit into the floppy drive. He then steps outside, his craving for coffe requiring immediate quenching. His need for the sacred black liquid surpasses the danger of being seen with a smallish black box handcuffed to your wrist.

Apakoh walked towards the holorooms, surprised to see that someone had left a program running. The room was an immense battlefield, with horrific monsters fighting amongst themselves. At once, they all turned to Apakoh.

"Sword," he said to the computer, and one appeared in his hand. Taking a deep breath, he went to work.


Opening his eyes, he rose his head, looking around for the best. This one...it was much more difficult than the rest which he had easily disposed of.

The monster's heartbeat echoed through the forest, coming from all sides. Apakoh clenched his sword, as the beast approached.

With huge claws, it swung at Apakoh's legs, knocking him off his feet. Apakoh quickly scrambled to the side, cutting at one of the monster's many hands. The creatured screamed with pain, allowing Apakoh to come at it from behind.

Almost like a cowboy, Apakoh rode the angered beast. Slowly climbing up it's back, he thrusted his blade into the back of the monster's skull. The creature let off one last angry roar, before collapsing onto the simulated dirt. Apakoh was thrown to the side, yet he appeared unharmed.

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Karlo found his room. He unpacked everything and then, after memorizing precisely where everything was, decided to scout out the rest of the academy.

Roger arrives at the cafeteria, the laptop still firmly handcuffed to his wrist.

"Coffe! I.....need......COFFE!!!!!"

He runs over to the coffe machine, drinking directly from it, nevermind the scalding heat.

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Hon. D.R. Roger Hanson, Ph.D LRR Institute of Technology, HEG BCE LED v.IX

OOC: Vrak...do you have a pic or description of your guy?

Akira checked his room number. "42, I think... No, sorry. 142. You?"

"You've gotta be misreading that," Kira said. (OOC: Note really subtle shift to nickname. 8) ) "I'm in 142."

Rai detected a slight increase in the heartrate of both Akiras. He scoffed mentally at the notion of love, then continued to observe.

Akira checked his room number. "42, I think... No, sorry. 142. You?"

"You've gotta be misreading that," Kira said. (OOC: Note really subtle shift to nickname. 8) ) "I'm in 142."

OOC: Oh god...sex in the dorm room :roll:

OOC: Steel, you knew it was going to happen at least once.... :wink:

OOC: Steel, you knew it was going to happen at least once.... :wink:

OOC: As soon as those two became lovers :lol:

OOC: Steel, you knew it was going to happen at least once.... :wink:((OOC: And you knew it sure as hell wasn't going to happen with my robot. :P ))

OOC: Lol...now stop with the OOC! Post IC :!:

Akira checked his room number. "42, I think... No, sorry. 142. You?"

"You've gotta be misreading that," Kira said. (OOC: Note really subtle shift to nickname. 8) ) "I'm in 142."

"No, that's right. I guess it's a co-ed dorm." YES!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D

OOC: Just as long as I don't get nicknamed Aki. Then I'd be forced to make jokes about that Final Fantasy movie. :wink:

Body heat levels increasing, ceratonin rising in the male...

Rai looked on in disgust.

OOC:Resi, is that robot of yours okay with elves?


IC: Olwë Anárion walked up to the reception desk and asked if there was any paperwork he needed to fill out.

OOC:Resi, is that robot of yours okay with elves?


IC: Olwë Anárion walked up to the reception desk and asked if there was any paperwork he needed to fill out.((OOC: He's pretty ignorant in that reguard. To him, elves are just humans with pointy ears that live long.))

"A co-ed dorm? Geez, even at home, we don't have those. Officially." Kira shook her head. "Eh, whatever. I can double-check later. Right now, valkyrie needs food badly."

((OOC: He's pretty ignorant in that reguard. To him, elves are just humans with pointy ears that live long.))Good point :x :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:

OOC: Vrak...do you have a pic or description of your guy?

OOC:

Karlo bears a striking resemblance to Bill Kazmier. He stands 6’5”, powerfully built, charming, but often very silent. He has a cold, calculating mind and is a professional at his job which is a personal bodyguard to high-ranking Vrakian diplomats. He is a master of various martial arts (judo being his specialty) and small arms. Also trains other bodyguards and has a special ops background.

Page one should have a picture. Karlo is the guy on the right in the red shirt.

{I WONDER HOW MUCH PAIN IT WOULD CAUSE THE MALE IF SOMETHING BAD WERE TO HAPPEN TO THE FEMALE...} Rai thought to himself, {I SUPPOSE THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.}

Extending his wrist-blades and switching on his adaptive camophlauge, Rai walks quietly on the carpet after Kira.

"A co-ed dorm? Geez, even at home, we don't have those. Officially." Kira shook her head. "Eh, whatever. I can double-check later. Right now, valkyrie needs food badly."

Akira smirked. "You call yourself 'Valkyrie' or am I missing something?"

OOC: I should probably note that while Akira's ears are pointed, he's not an elf. Demonessians just look like 'em.

Byron turns the corner and spots the robot with his optical sensor, realizing what he is planning after a second. "Stop!" He raises a hand disrupter and points it at the AI.

Unfortunatly, the AI's camo makes it look like he is pointing it at Kira...

((OOC: Okay, so does Rai have his back to Bryon, or what? I need to know for tactical reasons))

(OOC: Yeah, Byron is behind him.)

(OOC: Yeah, Byron is behind him.)Pausing momentarily, a small portion of Rai's chest opens up and a tiny gas bomb drops out. Instantly the small ord emits a hissing noise and sleeping gas pours out into the hallway. Rai flees in the midst of the following confusion, running to the lobby and then uncloaking while the others gagged and tried to maintain concousness.

((If they're modified to withstand the stuff, they can give chase))

Byron runs after the AI, holding his breath. He spots the AI and fires, the beam not enough to vaporize the AI, just damage him. It was designed for killing organics, after all.

Rai cursed mentally as the better part of his right shoulder was blown clean off. He stumbled and fell, his camophlauge deactivated. He switched his remaining arm to a plasma cannon and blasted repeatedly in the direction of Bryon, attempting to fend him off.

Johnny Hammer had left his room, his horns were now shiny from the polish. As he turned the corner he saw a damage robot firing down the hall, with a loud bellow he stomped is right hoof and yell "Stop this now!"

Byron dove behind the receptionists desk. I HATE plasma!

He went over the weapons he had on him in his mind. He assumed that even if the AI was vunerable to EMP when it was first made, it would have adapted to cover that weakness, so Byron opted for another elecric effecting weapon, his Mini-Ion Cannon. The shielding against an Ion cannon was much to bulky for the AI to have.

He attached the four segments together and slapped a charge pack in. Standing, he spots the AI again and fires, the recoil sending him back a step or two and knocked the wind out of him. NOT a good thing when in a room full of sleeping gas...

OOC: Ion Cannons ONLY effect electronics and only special metal shields can effectivly block them.

((OOC: See, Rai's kinda a defensive freek, cause he's used to people wanting to get him. Therefore he would have ionic sheilding if it was at all possible. Which begs the question, is it at all possible?))

Karlo, upon hearing the ruckus, cautiously opened the door to his room and stealthily looked out.

Byron runs after the AI, holding his breath. He spots the AI and fires, the beam not enough to vaporize the AI, just damage him. It was designed for killing organics, after all.

Meanwhile, Kira, who had turned at Byron's shout, notices the bomb dropping toward the floor. Her reflexes are far beyond those of a human, and by the time the small orb has hit the floor, she's already facing forward again and sprinting away, in a low forward stance.

Fortunately, it proves not to be an explosive -- that, she might not have outdistanced.

((OOC: See, Rai's kinda a defensive freek, cause he's used to people wanting to get him. Therefore he would have ionic sheilding if it was at all possible. Which begs the question, is it at all possible?))Well, he COULD have it, but he did lose part of an arm and there is a big hole in the armor because of that... Ion Cannons are an immediate area effect weapon.

((OOC: So what area are we talking about here? Can he dodge it? Cause I really don't want to lose him this early on.))

ooc:- Have him stunned....ie shutdown & restarted later back in his room with a warning.

ooc:- Have him stunned....ie shutdown & restarted later back in his room with a warning.((OOC: Well, that depends on the nature of the ion beam, which I don't know))

OOC: He could dodge it, but it isn't a 'killing blast'. The ions will dissipate over time or he could be deionized. Afterwards, he'll be just as he was, only more pissed. ;)

OOC: He could dodge it, but it isn't a 'killing blast'. The ions will dissipate over time or he could be deionized. Afterwards, he'll be just as he was, only more pissed. ;)((OOC: I don't think I'll have him dodge it, I see a way to make a good comedy RP out of this... :wink: ))
Rai tried to get up but slipped and fell flat on his face. Then he saw the blast coming.
{SHIT.}
The ion blast knocked him backward, shutting off his systems.

While he was waiting for the secretary to hand him the paperwork, Olwë happened to glance to one side and see clouds of sleeping gas floating his way. Great, he sighed before pulling an oxygen mask out of his backpack and putting it on. Olwë then collected the paperwork from the sleeping secretary's hand and went over to one of the couches to fill it out with mostly incorrect answers or blank fields. Name: Olwë Anárion. Age: 999,999,999. Parents: PGR & TEEM. He then waited for the gas to dissapate and the secretary to wake up.

Edit: thanks for pointing out that there was still sleeping gas around, Crimmond

Olwë collected the paperwork from the secretary and went over to one of the couches to fill it out with mostly incorrect answers or blank fields. Name: Olwë Anárion. Age: 999,999,999. Parents: PGR & TEEM. blah blah blah there you go, lardassThe lobby is filled with sleeping gas and there was just a big firefight in it.

Steel will be thrilled...

Steel will be thrilled...((OOC: It's a mercenary school! What the hell did he expect? :wink: ))

Steel will be thrilled...((OOC: It's a mercenary school! What the hell did he expect? :wink: ))probably not them having a firefight on the first day :lol:

Pausing momentarily, a small portion of Rai's chest opens up and a tiny gas bomb drops out. Instantly the small ord emits a hissing noise and sleeping gas pours out into the hallway. Rai flees in the midst of the following confusion, running to the lobby and then uncloaking while the others gagged and tried to maintain concousness.

Akira turned, also hearing the shout, and saw the bomb. He cursed. "Figures," he said and started running. When he realized it was gas, he cast a spell which produced a bubble of air around him and kept running away from it.

OOC: What...the...fuck...did...you...guys...do... :roll: :lol:

Anyhow...from what I've seen....it was in a dorm hallway...not the lobby (thank god)

OOC: Aight, same deal as in your other thread. I like to use profiles, so here ya go.

Name: Dekker Bray
Age: 30
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 280 lbs
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Bio: Dekker is one of the most well-known mercenaries in the world today. Towering over most opponents, Bray is a solid slab of muscle. A former Navy SEAL, drawn from the Marine Corps, Dekker has served in countless armed conflicts, including Grenada, Somalia, Desert Storm, and other, less-publicized conflicts. Bray is un-matched in unarmed combat, a certified master and instructor in Hanganah, MCMAC, and Krav Manga. Dekker is also a masterful knife and stick fighter, a skill that has saved him many times in the past. Bray is skilled with most forms of small arms, his favorite being the M4 assault carbine and the Colt M1911A1. A natural leader, he commands the RDMA SpecOps divison and is second in command to general Garand. Distinguishing features include a scar over his left eye and down his right cheek.

Name: Peter Zion
Age: 25
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 209 lbs
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Bio: Zion is a former Marine Corps sniper. A graduate from the Corps Scout/Sniper school, his is considered an expert with longrifles. Zion is a handsome and charismatic indiviual, possesing a keen wit and dazzling smile. Zion has a practical knowledge of explosives, and is decently skilled with a handgun. His preferred weapon is a custom-built WA2000, in .300 WinMag, and his sidearm is a nickel-plated Berretta M29FS, .40 caliber.

IC:
A black humvee pulls up in front of the acadamy, and two men exit. One is significantly taller and larger than the other. Both are armed, the smaller man carrying a rifle. Both are armed with handguns, and the larger man carries a knife on his belt. They begin to enter the acadamy, but stop short as the sounds of battle fill their ears.

OOC: Be back in a bit. This damn thing jumps ahead so much, I'm already lost.

Akira turned, also hearing the shout, and saw the bomb. He cursed. "Figures," he said and started running. When he realized it was gas, he cast a spell which produced a bubble of air around him and kept running away from it.

"Damn," Kira breathed, after they'd managed to get clear of the hallway. She was feeling a little light-headed, and short of breath -- though that might have been the sprint, or the post-adrenal crash -- but she'd managed to avoid the worst of it. "Didn't figure I'd be getting ambushed in the hallways before school started."

Akira turned, also hearing the shout, and saw the bomb. He cursed. "Figures," he said and started running. When he realized it was gas, he cast a spell which produced a bubble of air around him and kept running away from it.

"Damn," Kira breathed, after they'd managed to get clear of the hallway. She was feeling a little light-headed, and short of breath -- though that might have been the sprint, or the post-adrenal crash -- but she'd managed to avoid the worst of it. "Didn't figure I'd be getting ambushed in the hallways before school started."

An alarm sounded, and Professor White, followed by five men in ODIN battle armor sprinted down the wide halls of the Academy. Upon reaching the hallway in question, White raised his polaron rifle and shouted, "You're all under arrest, put your weapons down and you may not be charged with any crime. Do so immediately." He motioned for some other men to round up those who were fleeing.

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ODIN Battle Armor

Walking out of the holoroom, Apakoh came across the smoke and the guards and was promply thrown to the ground by an ODIN soldier.

"Ouch, what the fuck man?" he said as he struggled. Apakoh decked a guard in the face, and promply screamed in pain, holding his hand. The guard however flew backwards, but then simply got up and electronically cuffed Apakoh.

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At the cafeteria entrance, a man with a black suitcase can be seen exiting the room, his formerly white shirt now tinted a tanish hue. He looks around, and surveys the damage done by the battle with the robot.

"Oh! Look at this! Oi! Receptionperson, which way did they go?"

He fingers the L&F Judy Blue Eyes EMP bomb he carries in his pocket, just in case.

OOC: Just as a heads up...try not to resist the guards too much. They will bring your characters and mine to a room, sit them down, and discuss "how things are run around here." Then, perhaps we could start classes?

((OOC: Well, seeing as my character's the robot equivilent of unconcous, he'll have a hard time listening. Maybe we could de-ionize him, then lecture him. :P

Oh, and sorry about the whole hallway fight thing, but the damage shouldn't be too bad. If you want, you can force Rai to fix it as a punishment for the guy. Or maybe you'll want to wait to dispense that punishment after hearing his excuses... :wink: ))

((OOC: Well, seeing as my character's the robot equivilent of unconcous, he'll have a hard time listening. Maybe we could de-ionize him, then lecture him. :P

Oh, and sorry about the whole hallway fight thing, but the damage shouldn't be too bad. If you want, you can force Rai to fix it as a punishment for the guy. Or maybe you'll want to wait to dispense that punishment after hearing his excuses... :wink: ))

OOC: Nah...like someone said...it's to be expected in this crowd...

At the cafeteria entrance, a man with a black suitcase can be seen exiting the room, his formerly white shirt now tinted a tanish hue. He looks around, and surveys the damage done by the battle with the robot.

"Oh! Look at this! Oi! Receptionperson, which way did they go?"

He fingers the L&F Judy Blue Eyes EMP bomb he carries in his pocket, just in case.

Ahem ahem.

At the cafeteria entrance, a man with a black suitcase can be seen exiting the room, his formerly white shirt now tinted a tanish hue. He looks around, and surveys the damage done by the battle with the robot.

"Oh! Look at this! Oi! Receptionperson, which way did they go?"

He fingers the L&F Judy Blue Eyes EMP bomb he carries in his pocket, just in case.

"Wha...?" The receptionist replied, lifting herself from under her desk where she had been hiding. "Which way did who go? And what the hell's happening?"

((OOC: Now EMP sheilding is something that can be made VERY portible, if done right. Like I said, Rai is paranoid and makes sure to protect himself from such things, so don't expect that device to work too well...))

Karlo saw the professor and ODIN soldiers roar by his door. He ducked back in his room and then…smiled.

Man. Are all my classmates this dumb? I hope not.

Vinny wakes up from a long sleep. He opens the door and watches as ODIN soldiers go by.

"Whoa, someone's in trouble."

Olwë, seeing that the receptionist had gotten out from under the desk, walked over and handed her the completed forms.

Olwë, seeing that the receptionist had gotten out from under the desk, walked over and handed her the completed forms.

"Why thank you!" The receptionist said, faking a happy-go-lucky attitude. She handed Olwe his information packet and room number.

Johnny lets the humans manhandle him he was here to learn, he wasn't being paid to fight yet.

"Why thank you!" The receptionist said, faking a happy-go-lucky attitude. She handed Olwe his information packet and room number.lemme see, Olwë thought while walking away, which room am I in? number 114

An alarm sounded, and Professor White, followed by five men in ODIN battle armor sprinted down the wide halls of the Academy. Upon reaching the hallway in question, White raised his polaron rifle and shouted, "You're all under arrest, put your weapons down and you may not be charged with any crime. Do so immediately." He motioned for some other men to round up those who were fleeing.

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ODIN Battle Armor

Akira was rounded up with the rest. "Hey, what? I didn't do anything! I was just standing here and then that smoke."

"Quiet," White commanded. "You will be taken along with the rest."

The professor and the ODIN troops rounded up the students and took them, some easily, some forcefully, to what seemed to be a large lecture hall.

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Byron has to be dragged to the reception hall, not because he is resisting, because the sleeping gas finally got to him. He wakes up in a cahir and looks around and sees the soldiers. "What in the..." he reaches for his hand disrupter and frowns when he finds it gone. He looks to White when he sees him. "Hey, I stopped that... damned robot from killing a student. This is how I am.. rewarded?"

The ionization beginning to wear off, Rai came to in the same room as Bryon. Spying his attacker next to him, he immeadiately used his other arm to force himself to his feet.
{YOU!} he said, pointing at Bryon with that same good arm, {YOU ASSULTED ME BECAUSE I WAS A MACHINE! I WAS SIMPLY WALKING DOWN THE HALLS WHEN THIS GUY POINTED A BIGASS GUN IN MY FACE!}

Johnny walks carmly into the what seemed to be a large lecture hall and looked around, he moved over to a seat by the aisle near the front and sat down with a loud snort.

Then he heard the robots speach and turned around and said "Sit down and shut up before they decide to deactivate you for good."

Johnny walks carmly into the what seemed to be a large lecture hall and looked around, he moved over to a seat by the aisle near the front and sat down with a loud snort.

Then he heard the robots speach and turned around and said "Sit down and shut up before they decide to deactivate you for good."((OOC: Remember, they haven't found proof one way or the other...))
IC:
{LIKE THEY COULD!} the robot snapped back, {I SEE THAT YOU ARE A ROBOT-HATER, TOO. VERY WELL THEN, I SUPPOSE I WILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH PEOPLE ATTACKING ME THIS ENTIRE TERM.}

Byron looks at the robot calmly and gives him a quick rundown of ancient Crimmond insults, pronouncing the rare language expertly.

He then just smiles politely and chuckles to himself. "You are a fool robot. I am the commander of a... privateering vessel. Out of the crew of 25, 3 are androids, two are in high ranking positions and one is in charge of... scouting teams. I even left the highest ranking one in charge of the ship while I am here, so do not speak of... specism to me, for you know not what you talk about."

Johnny snorted and then laughed "Robot hater? Why would I hate you for being what you are? I was just suggesting that you keep calm before they shut you down like you were when they draged your tin hide in here. I promise you this I won't attack you unless you attack me first or I am paid to take you down. How does this sound tin man?"

{I HAVE BEEN PERSECUTED MY ENTIRE LIFE BASED ON WHAT I AM,} Rai replied calmly, having long sense removed his anxiety programing, {AT BIRTH I WAS HUNTED DOWN JUST BECAUSE I COULD THINK FOR MYSELF, AND I HAD TO SPEND MY EARLY LIFE IN A JUNKYARD, AS IT WAS THE ONLY PLACE HUMANITY WOULD AFFORD ME REFUGE. EVEN THOSE WHO ARE RACIALLY TOLERANT TREAT ME WITH SCORN, BECAUSE TO THEM I AM NOT A RACE, BUT AN OBJECT.}

Johnny snorted and then laughed "Robot hater? Why would I hate you for being what you are? I was just suggesting that you keep calm before they shut you down like you were when they draged your tin hide in here. I promise you this I won't attack you unless you attack me first or I am paid to take you down. How does this sound tin man?"Turning back to Johnny, the robot then said {EVERYONE ELSE HAS, I DON'T SEE WHY NOT. I HAVE NO INTENTION OF ATTACKING YOU, AS NOT ONLY WOULD THAT BE UNCOOTH BUT I COULD BE EASILY TAKEN DOWN IN MY STATE BY SUCH NUMBERS.}
He indicates first his arm, then the surrounding peoples.

((OOC: Is it just me, or does Rai sound angsty? :? ))

Byron shrugs. "What do I care of your life story? Hmmm? I have not had an easy life, and I am a Gamma Human. The highest amount of work was put into my creation and I live at the bottom of society, treated as an outlaw and hunted by the Crimmond Long Range Battlegroup. You do not see me complain."

OOC: The Crimmond battlegroup he mentioned is the only fleet in the space forces that retained FTL systems, as they never returned to Sol. They are not publicly known of and are considered renegades. They basicly reak havok on the pirates(like Byron) and protect convoys.

Also, yeah he does sound angsty.

OOC: Ok...i'm going to DC tomorrow and won't get back till 10-11 pm EST...have conversations and the like...but stay in the room if you can manage it. I hope this doesn't damper the RP much...sorry...

Perhaps you can use it to develop your characters more...I know Apakoh needs it...

Byron shrugs. "What do I care of your life story? Hmmm? I have not had an easy life, and I am a Gamma Human. The highest amount of work was put into my creation and I live at the bottom of society, treated as an outlaw and hunted by the Crimmond Long Range Battlegroup. You do not see me complain."{GOOD,} quoth the robot, {WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON. BUT REGUARDLESS OF MY ACCUSATIONS OF RACISM, ETCETERA, YOU STILL DIDN'T HAVE A REASON TO ATTACK ME. ALL I WAS DOING WAS WALKING IN THE HALLS.}

Byron smiles. "Yes, walking through the halls with.... an active cloak, arms raised so those nice little built in weapons could rip that girl to pieces." He raises a hand, "Don't deny you have them, it's only logical to have built in weapons systems."

Byron shakes his head. "Yes... I had no reason to attack. None at all, I should have waited for you to waste another student before I acted. I'm sure she would have appreciated that." He gets up and walks away from the AI, noting that he could feel that some of his weapons were still on him, most notably the antique .357 Magnum Automag. Good.

{WAIT A MINUTE! I WAS ONLY CLOAKED BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT, WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO JUDGE ME ON THE FACT THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO BE SEEN? I'M JUST NOT SOCIAL. BESIDES, I WAS STRETCHING WHEN YOU SAW ME. EVEN US ROBOTS HAVE TO DO THAT!}

Karlo, after things died down, decided to follow the large bull-man.

"Robot hater? Why would I hate you for being what you are? I was just suggesting that you keep calm before they shut you down like you were when they draged your tin hide in here. I promise you this I won't attack you unless you attack me first or I am paid to take you down. How does this sound tin man?"

Karlo nodded to the bull-man and said, “Is it okay if I sit here?”

[if he gets permission]

“I’m Karlo from Vrak. You are?”

[introductions]

“Say, [name]. What’s going on?”

"Eh." Kira shrugged. "I doubt it's capable. Didn't even try to put up a fight, once you showed up."

Elite school, my ass. An AI with the personality of a six-year-old, a walking arsenal of a professional thief, a couple of slackers, this hornball... She glanced toward Akira. At least he's kinda cute. And amusing. ...Oh, right, and a minotaur. Hrm, haven't seen too many of those around, back on Earth... The instructors seem to have potential, though.

Olwë entered his room and tossed his bag on the end of the bed. He then pulled out his collection of holodisks and sorted through them. What should I put on, he wondered before selecting the LOTR complete collection

Karlo, after things died down, decided to follow the large bull-man.

Karlo nodded to the bull-man and said, “Is it okay if I sit here?”

[if he gets permission]

“I’m Karlo from Vrak. You are?”

[introductions]

“Say, [name]. What’s going on?”

Johnny Hammer gives a soft snort and says "Help your self."

[after Karlo speaks the first time] "The names Johnny Hammer."
[after Karlo speaks the second time] "Ah the robot and that one" Johnny points to Byron "Had a little tussle, seems the robot has a killer instinct for women and wanted to play with one" brief snorting sound that Karlo realise is muffled laughter "Anyway it got a bit rough and the staff here thought they will break it up and bring us here." he looks at the robot then down at Karlo "Now the robot is playing innocent, HA if it got over it's inferioty complex it might make a good mercenary. But so far it tends to mess up when it lets us organic get to it." This is followed by Johnny putting his head back (ooc:- Look out anyone behind him, the horns might hook ya) and let a deep bellowing laughter roll out.

{WAIT A MINUTE! I WAS ONLY CLOAKED BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT, WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO JUDGE ME ON THE FACT THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO BE SEEN? I'M JUST NOT SOCIAL. BESIDES, I WAS STRETCHING WHEN YOU SAW ME. EVEN US ROBOTS HAVE TO DO THAT!}"Not any I have seen... anyway, you are still functional, yes? Count yourself lucky. Had I intended to destroy you, we would not be talking. Although... had I still carried my Disrupter Rifle, you would be nothing but a pile of spare parts right now."

OOC: Rave... Kira hasn't seen Byron with any weapons other than the Rifle, pistol and the Ion Cannon, light armament really.

OOC: Yes, but she assumes that anyone with that number has more, mainly because she would.

Her thoughts are not necessarily accurate. 8)

:roll: Cry me a river, Robot Boy. Try living in divinity's playground and see how much fun that is, Akira thought. Why did I come here again? Oh, right. I was blackmailed.

Maybe I'll actually learn something useful here.

Dekker steps over the rubble in the lobby, his AMT 1911A1 Hardballer in hands. He looks around him, bewildered and impressed at the same time.

"Didn't figure they'd let 'em kill each other on the first day..." His humor is lost on Zion, and Dekker rolls his eyes in defeat.

"Sure as hell ain't no way to run a trainin' facility" He mutters as he puts the handgun away, followed by Zion.

Dekker approaches the wide hallway.

"Hello?" He says into the distance, his voice amplified by the hallway's design.

"Not any I have seen... anyway, you are still functional, yes? Count yourself lucky. Had I intended to destroy you, we would not be talking. Although... had I still carried my Disrupter Rifle, you would be nothing but a pile of spare parts right now."{HRUMPH... FINE. AND YES, I DO HAVE TO STRETCH FROM TIME TO TIME, LEST THE JOINTS THAT I NEGLECT TO OIL BE RUSTED OVER.}
The robot sat down began to deassemble his broken arm with a screwdrive now protruding from one of his fingers, thinking, {WELL, AT LEAST HE DIDN'T THINK TO ASK WHY MY BLADES WERE OUT...}

OOC: Actually, that was included in the built in weapons statement. ;)

IC: Byron just sighed and sat down in an emptier part of the room, synthetic eye flicking different colors as he looked around.

((OOC: Well, he didn't explicitly ask about the blades, or press it. It's the one point of the robot's argument that doesn't make any sense :P ))
IC:
The robot taps its foot rythmicly, apparently becoming bored with the procedings. Turning to Bryon, it said,
{LET'S JUST PUT ALL THAT BEHIND US WHILE THEY DECIDE OUR PUNISHMENT FOR BLOWING UP A HALLWAY. IT'S NOT LIKE IT'LL DO ANY GOOD TO POINT FINGERS AND YELL ABOUT WHO STOPPED WHO FROM KILLING WHO, OR WHO WAS GOING TO SLICE WHO INTO BITE-SIZED PIECES WITH WRIST BLADES.}
The robot produced a pack of cards from a cavity in its chest, and pulled it out with its good hand.
{YOU ANY GOOD AT BLACKJACK?}

Byron smiles and taps his faceplate. "I never play cards with creatures that have the same advantages I do, we both know that we'd both be cheating constantly." He chuckles. "I only play to get money out of the humans." An observant listener may have noticed that he seems to always speak of humans as though he was not one.

Byron looks away and his visible eye closes. His breathing and heart rate slow. For all intents and purposes, he seems asleep, yet his optical sensor is constantly changing colors, sweeping the room with different types of scans.

{*TSK* I WAS HOPING YOU WOULDN'T BE SO QUICK ON THE UPTAKE! AH WELL, NO HARM DONE MATE. I GET MOST OF THE MONEY FOR MY UPGRADES FROM THAT. WELL, AND MERCENARY WORK, BUT THE MARKET'S BEEN DOWN LATELY, AT LEAST IN MY AREA.}

"Welcome to the Orion Academy," smiled the young woman as she stared at the tall youth looking around in the entrance hall.

"Thank...you," muttered Lee Hyun Suk as he gazed around the spacious entry hall, marveling in its unique architecture. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen back in South Dalania as the Asian architecture of his homeland was the predominant theme in all of its buildings. Not like the amazing designs here at the academy.

Hefting his luggage over one epualette-cloaked shoulder, Hyun Suk walked towards the lobby, feeling a little uneasy at being so new to the academy. Cutting a dashing figure in the dark blue uniform of the South Dalanian trainees, he brushed a lock of his long spiked hair out of his eyes, as he walked through the lobby, taking a seat in a leather chair next to a human wearing a mechanical eye and a robot which sat quietly playing with a deck of cards. Smiling he offered his hand first to the human and then to the robot saying, "The name's Lee Hyun Suk....what's yours?"

Dressed back in formal wear, Professor D'Angelo White storms into the room.

"Wha' da fuck were you thinkin'?" White screamed. "Dis ain't hardass hotel...dis is a school...and you be learnin' to show some respect pretty damn soon!" He lowered his voice. "Now tell me, wha happened?"

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Professor D’Angelo White
Weapons Specialist and Instructor

"Welcome to the Orion Academy," smiled the young woman as she stared at the tall youth looking around in the entrance hall.

"Thank...you," muttered Lee Hyun Suk as he gazed around the spacious entry hall, marveling in its unique architecture. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen back in South Dalania as the Asian architecture of his homeland was the predominant theme in all of its buildings. Not like the amazing designs here at the academy.

Hefting his luggage over one epualette-cloaked shoulder, Hyun Suk walked towards the lobby, feeling a little uneasy at being so new to the academy. Cutting a dashing figure in the dark blue uniform of the South Dalanian trainees, he brushed a lock of his long spiked hair out of his eyes, as he walked through the lobby, taking a seat in a leather chair next to a human wearing a mechanical eye and a robot which sat quietly playing with a deck of cards. Smiling he offered his hand first to the human and then to the robot saying, "The name's Lee Hyun Suk....what's yours?"

OOC: They're in a room being held until further notice along with my character and possibly a few others. They aren't in the lobby anymore...however...you are.

"I get fuck ing roughed up by guards simply for walking past..." Apakoh complained rather angrily. "How can we ever learn when we're treated like convicts?"

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Lusec Apakoh

"How can ya learn if ya act like convicts, eh?" White replied.

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Professor D’Angelo White
Weapons Specialist and Instructor

"Were you not listening or something? I didn't! I simply walked past!"

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Lusec Apakoh

Byron sighs. "I came around the corner and saw the robot, cloaked and arms raised with those... nasty little built in weapons out," He ignores the squawk of protest from the robot. "About to take out another student." He shrugged. "What was I supposed to do. Just watch? I raised my sidearm and shouted for him to stop. He dropped a... gas bomb and ran. The rest explains itself."

He turns to the robot and smiles. "Your turn."

{I WAS MERELY STRETCHING TO PREVENT RUST!} Rai protests, {AS FOR THE CLOAKING, WELL, I MERELY HAVE ANTI-SOCIAL TENDANCIES. WHY SHOULD BE OBVIOUS. IN ANY CASE, I WAS DOING NOTHING WRONG, AT ALL!}

"Regardless," White continued. "We be lettin' you off de hook for now. Mess up again...an you goin' to the slammer...ya hear? As fo' our two problem students...you will be assigned to fix da hallway. Classes start tomorrow...be ready!"

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Professor D’Angelo White
Weapons Specialist and Instructor

Byron shrugs and looks at the AI. "Well, I'd say we got off easy." Real easy. They do any digging into my past and I'm sunk. Damn Orion fleet messing up my raids...

Happy to be free, yet still upset, Apakoh approached the man with an eye sensor. Adjusting his own patch, Lusec forced a smile.

"Nice place..." he said sarcastically.

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Lusec Apakoh

((OOC: I've just got enough time to make one OOC post saying that I won't be on for the rest of the night, and here it is. Sorry for any inconveniences this may cause... :( ))

Byron nods. "I am still not quite sure what made me come here... First I give up my rifle and now this crap. I should have stayed on the Nightwolf."

OOC: going off for a few hours.

Apakoh smirked. "Well...nothing is worse than the slums..." He said his good-byes and then exited the room. It felt like a prison to him...too cold...even for his scarred soul...

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Lusec Apakoh

Johnny snorted aat the others, nodded goodbye to the being next to him and left the room. "I wonder if they serve anything I like here? I got a urge to eat something." With that thought he went to find the cafateria.

Lusec had been hungry for hours, and being locked up in that room didn't help much. Making his way to the cafeteria, he sat down beside a minotaur and asked, "Anything sound good?"

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Lusec Apakoh

Johnny looks at the one eyed human and after a brief snort as he tested the human scent said "I have ordered a nice big juicy medium rare steak, they have to cut it for me after I threaten to eat them. I mean the steak they offered was so small it wouldn't even cover your hand out streached. They said it would be a while so they gave me a salad as an appertiser." He gave a disgusted grunt "What do they think I am? a cow?" He brings his fist down with a thump, bouncing the table "I'm a Minotaur, not one of those stupid herd animals that only eat grass." He gave a sigh and picked up a carrot stick from the salad and started to munch on it.

Apakoh eyed the waitress. "I'll have what he's having," he said with a smile. He was new to this friend thing, but friends seemed to be a good thing to have at this place.

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Lusec Apakoh

Dekker makes his way over to the front desk, followed by Zion.

"There somebody in charge I could speak to? It's about this acadamy thingie you got set up here." Dekker leans on the counter with a large arm, in a relaxed manner, as he speaks.

Zion, behind Dekker, eyes the hallways warily. Dekker was known for his cool head and relaxed manner in a hot zone, but Zion always thought he didn't take combat seriously enough. Then again, he was a rank-and-file, second string in Dekker's opinion. To make the varsity, he'd need some new skills. He hoped to learn those here. 'If I don't get killed first...' He thought to himself. He was still wondering why Dekker, of all people, had come with him to this place. Tyrone or Greg would have been fine, both were highly respected for their skills, and both were SpecOps. Then again, again, Zion mused, Miller and Torres didn't have a wife like Dekker's. Sure, she was pretty, but even with a patient man like Dekker, she was frustrating enough to drive him out of the house every so often. Garand had chosen the Badlands for the location of the RDMA so he could 'make war seem like a five-star vacation'. According to Dekker, being pinned down under heavy crossfire with half a clip left in your mag was more fun than spending an hour with his wife, and that seemed to make sense, the General needed his second-in-command to enjoy being in the middle of things. On remembering this, Peter decied that he'd never marry, especially not one of General Garand's daughters. He shuddered at the thought.

"You must fill out the forms," the lady at the desk said in her ever-present nasily voice.

Dekker narrows his icy blue eyes in slight annoyance.

"It ain't for me, it's for him." Dekker says, jerking a thumb over his shoulder in Peter's direction

Dekker narrows his icy blue eyes in slight annoyance.

"It ain't for me, it's for him." Dekker says, jerking a thumb over his shoulder in Peter's direction

"Then obviously he should fill them out..." she stated.

Byron walks out to the messed up halway and sighs as he sees none of his attacks has caused the damage. "Damn plasma weapon."

He pulls on a wall segment that was damaged and sets it aside, looking at the circutry behind it. Woah. THAT'D fetch some nice prices on the black markets... He takes the new wall segment that was convieniently left in the area and attaches it in such a way that he would be able to get easy access later, if need be.

He then turns to the other damaged areas, wondering why the AI isn't helping.(OOC: No offense Resi, he's just an irritable guy. I understand you can't get on tonight)

Dekker narrows his icy blue eyes in slight annoyance.

"It ain't for me, it's for him." Dekker says, jerking a thumb over his shoulder in Peter's direction

"Then obviously he should fill them out..." she stated.

Dekker's eyes narrow further. He rolls them as he pushes Zion in front of him.

"I'm sure PFC Zion'll be happy to do that for ya. Just give him the forms, OK?"

Dekker steps aside, beginning to wonder himself why he had come with Zion. 'Garand said it might be useful. That remains to be seen, condsidering the current state of the lobby.'

Olwë, having finished watching LOTR, decided to wander down to the cafeteria and grab something to eat

OOC: MS, Resi's and Crimmond's characters just had a big ass firefight in there

OOC: I'm well aware. Dekker's been sent to look around the place, he's pretty well know around the mercenary circuit. His point is that there shouldn't have been a firefight in the lobby.

Kira and Akira, following the lecture, had proceeded to their original destination, the cafeteria. The two entered, obviously in the middle of a conversation; Kira was speaking. "--At least, not without also blowing a hole through the floor, and probably the walls too. Hrm, this place isn't empty. Should've figured. Hope the food's better than the usual institution crap. By the way, am I the only female 'student' here? Everyone else I've seen so far is male, except the toaster."

Olwë, having arrived in the cafeteria, ordered the largest piece of steak available

Zion completes the forms, then stashes his custom-built W2000 in his dorm room. He'd keep his sidearm. He'd need it too, by the looks of the lobby. His prized possesion safely locked away, he headed to the cafeteria.

Dekker, on the other hand, walks in the direction of the headmasters' (?) office.

Zion completes the forms, then stashes his custom-built W2000 in his dorm room. He'd keep his sidearm. He'd need it too, by the looks of the lobby. His prized possesion safely locked away, he headed to the cafeteria.

Dekker, on the other hand, walks in the direction of the headmasters' (?) office.

OOC: Ahh...the headmaster... :twisted:

A small, robotic thing walks into the lobby, and over to the front desk. Standing about four feet, three inches tall, the receptionist has to lean over her desk to look at it.

"Greeting: Hello. Unit Designation: 942. Purpose: Unit 942 has come to this facility to train. Inquiry: Has Unit 942 located the registration desk?"

It waits, facing the desk.

"You must fill out the forms," the lady at the desk said in her ever-present nasily voice.

ditto

The robot goes silent for a moment, as if processing the request.

"Statement: Unit 942 is incapable of using writing instraments. Inquiry: Can Unit 942 answer questions related to registration? Statement: Unit 942 can also upload registration documents and re-print required documents with required information. Inquiry: Is that satisfactory?"

The robot goes silent for a moment, as if processing the request.

"Statement: Unit 942 is incapable of using writing instraments. Inquiry: Can Unit 942 answer questions related to registration? Statement: Unit 942 can also upload registration documents and re-print required documents with required information. Inquiry: Is that satisfactory?"

"Why..." the woman began. "Why yes it is!"

((OOC: Back, finally! And it's okay, C.))
IC:
Rai, who had just taken some time off to re-install his arm, now proceeded to the scene of the crime where Bryon was already at work. Passing through the lobby, Rai catches sight of 942 and lets out a shrill wolf whistle, after which he nodded and pointed at the robot.
{WHO KNEW THERE WERE GOING TO BE CHICKS HERE?} he asked himself under his metalic breath.

OOC: lol...

*hopes the devilish intended 942 to resemble a female...*

OOC: lol...

*hopes the devilish intended 942 to resemble a female...*((OOC: If not, then it'll be even more interesting. :lol:

Seeing as it has no arms, probably not. But sense I'm basing robot love on that in Futurama, it shouldn't be too much of a problem. :P ))

Byron smirks at the AI and shakes his head at the comment he made, barely loud enough for Byron to hear. "I've finished most of the repair work, just a lot of cleanup work now. I know the irony of using you as a maid-bot isn't lost on ya." He chuckles and goes back to putting up new wall plates, leaving some as he did the first. If I can pull this off, I should make at least 300,000 Crimmars...

OOC: The Crimmar is worth four times the USD, that's really a lot of money.

OOC: Stealing tech...great... :wink:

OOC: Stealing tech...great... :wink:Hey, that won't be happening for a while and he IS a known pirate. ;)

{NOPE, IT ISN'T.} Rai replied, {THOUGH I SEE YOU'VE ALREADY DONE A VERY GOOD JOB CLEANING UP THAT EXPENSIVE CIRCUTRY MY PLASMA BLAST KNOCKED LOSE. PERHAPS YOU COULD LET ME IN ON SOME OF THIS SO I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE IT OUT OF THE WALLS LIKE YOU'RE PROBABLY PLANNING TO DO LATER. IF YOU AREN'T, THEN I AM, AND YOU DIDN'T HEAR A WORD OF IT.}
The robot nods, its equivilent of a wink (kind of hard to do when you don't have eyes), and then picks up a broom and begins sweeping.

Olwë finished his steak and left the cafeteria. On his way back to his room, he happened to walk past where Rai and Bryon were cleaning the mess they made. While walking past, he decided to steal some of Bryon's stolen wall plates from him.

Olwë finished his steak and left the cafeteria. On his way back to his room, he happened to walk past where Rai and Bryon were cleaning the mess they made. While walking past, he decided to steal some of Bryon's stolen wall plates from him.Byron grabs Olwë's arm and wonders how he thought he'd get away with trying to steal a wall plate that covers half a wall... "Put it down. Now."

OOC: Byron didn't steal the wall plates, he is reparing damage. He found the new plates there and is using them, assuming that is why they are there.

Finished with his meal, Apakoh decided to check out the damage done, as well as those two characters who did it.

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Johnny watched his meal companions leave as the waitress deleivered his third steak, as he started his steak he thought "Hmmm looks like they can't eat much" he gave a snort "Ah well better keep it light as I'm hitting the gym later, don't want that bloated feeling while I'm working out."

OOC: To clear up a few things...
1. Unit 942 has arms, but he doesn't have scematics for fine manipulation hands. The best he can do is produce a pair of Drone claws, two claws on the outside of a ball joint, with a third in the middle on the opposite side, serving as a thumb.

2. Unit 942 is a programmed male, possed of a highly advanced nanotech construction unit that allows him to produce several types of standard-issue Devilish weapons, as well as a short lightsaber. 942 can scan weapons to upload scematics into his database, and the nanotech unit can reproduce them. This also applies to internal system upgrades as well.

3. Devilish standard issue weapons:
A. 14mm autopistol
B. 14mm autocannon
C. Blade-fingers
D. Drone claws
E. Magnetic Railgun

4. Scanned weapons:
A. Lightsaber
B. Blade

5. Unit 942's armor plating is composed of a quarter-inch adamantium/mithrill alloy. 942 can integrate new alloys into his armor by way of the nanotech unit. The outer surface is mirrored, dispersing or defelecting energy weapon hits. The large viewplates that compose most of his 'face' are laced with ballistic-grade nomex fibers, capable of stopping a 5.56x45mm NATO round. Viewplates are the only points on 942 that are vulnerable to projectile weapons. 942's internal circuitry is hardened against EMP and physical shocks, from melee weapons. Melee weapons are the quickest way, if not most dangerous, of dispatching a Devilish. 942 is capable of speeds in excess of seventy MPH, and has a maximum jump height of twenty feet, granted by an advanced hydraulic system in his legs. 942 can sustain a fifty-foot drop, but any further and his circuitry will rupture on impact. Unit 942 is around four and a half feet tall, and weighs approx. 185 lbs.

IC:

942 waits with robotic patience for the registration clerk to respond to him. He does not respond to the crack from the other robot, thinking it must be directed at something else, as he was male. 942's designed purpose was to kill, to infiltrate, and to be adaptable and intelligent so he could escape from volite situations.