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COMPORT: 21 VIA RSAT2315443 LOC: OP2342
Subject: Rotcheck
Sndr: LOSCOM
Bdy:
This is a routine checkup, Outpost Reliant, please respond with comcode countersign as follows:
COM:#899787#9807...32478#9870...y23421x432124...950

COMPORT: 21 VIA RSAT2315443 LOC: LOSCOM3
Subject: Unval
Sndr: OP2342
Bdy:
Outpost crew unavalible, this is outpost AI. Crew has vacated, unknown location.

Subject: Query
Sndr: LOSCOM
Bdy:
Report outpost condition.

Subject: Cond
Snder: OP2342
Bdy:
Invalid request, internal sensors not functioning

Subject: Syscheck
Snder: LOSCOM
Bdy:
Run syscheck, report results.

Subject: System Check
Snder: OP2342
Bdy:
Syscheck...running.
Internal Sensors: Offline
External Sensors: Damaged
Main Power: Offline
Fighter Launch Bay: Offline
Main defence Shield: Offline
Secondary Defence Shield: Online
Lifesupport: Online
Longcom: Online
Shortcom: Offline
Sys1: Offline
Sys2: Offline
Sys3: Offline
Sys4: Offline
Sys5: Offline
Sys6: Of-
Communication terminated

Then space itself echoed with what sounded for all the galaxy like lots and lots of static.

OOC:
Storyline will commence once I see some interest, I am not going to make ten megalong posts only to have this topic drop like three tons of lead.
But, so far the situation is this;
An outpost (Reliant) on a remote planet somewhere on the edges of what classifies as known space has suddenly gone silent, its crew may be dead, wounded, mutinering or hiding from something, I plan to come to that later.
The planet is somewhat like Earth, but more tropical in flavor, lots of jungles and primitive creatures and that sort of thing, with some interesting and embarassing diseases to catch from the natives.
The large static burst is basicaly a conveinient way to get into the RP, so you dont just happen to have a patrol out in the middle of nowhere or something.

Text transmission:
Origin: XLP-411722
Destination: XMI-GN
Encryption: None
Subject: Abnormal communications event
----------------------------------------------------------
XAI-129426 reporting. An abnormal communications blackout has been detected on OP2342, a Dontgonearthere station. Cross-reference with Dontgonearthere internal communications indicates condition of OP2342 is unknown. Specific data has been enclosed with this message.

OOC: We shall see what comes of it. My participation will depend on that of others.

The Voyager class Deep Space Probe Explorer appeared from theoretical subspace above the planet of origion. It began a steady orbit, then focues its main dish on the place of origion on the planet, listening, taking images here and there of humanoid figures, perhaps humans, just some long feet from the building. It was obviously damaged by something, but the Explorer did not know what.

Upon accessing the Damage, it sent a signal to the Outpost AI, forcing it to respond:

--<Unknown AI>--
--XSP-Explorer--
->Give proper information regarding current status and situation.
--<End>--

OOC: Yay! :)
For those who need a visual, this is what Reliant looks like:\
http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/the-lsa/Installations/Outpost-Achilles/Revamp/outpost-achilles2.jpg
It is of course, on the ground, and extends quite far below the surface. The height of the structure you see is about equal to that of an airport control tower, though a bit wider.

Its armament is ten banks of high powered lasers integrated into the OP, along with five missle launchers and a few drone fighters, as well as five more missile launchers scattered around the outpost at random points within five miles, and ten more lasers within that range as well.

IC:
"Sir, Outpost Reliant has gone silent, the AI just stopped sending this, sir." A comm officer handed the piece of flimsi over.
"Thats odd, what does 'sys' mean?" Admiral Suarez, Overcommander, Local Command, Third sector of Milky Way Galaxy.
"The techs think it means the AI stopped recognizing the systems sir, so it just labled them arbitrarily as 'system'. Aside from that all other attempts at communication failed." The officer looked slightly nervous, most DGNT commanders knew that killing the messenger only angered the higherups, but some could get away with it in certain circumstances.
Suarez touched a few keys on his command chair. "Allright officer, transmit that to Homecom, then be about your duty, we shall see what comes of this."

After a great deal of talk and debate in the heirarchy of the Xanthalian Ministry of Intelligence, it is decided that this is a job for the Armada. The information is transferred to Admiral Roth for her decision.

OOC: Just kinda RPing out how these things go through the system and get where they need to go.

TRANS RECIEVING...........................SUBJECT........UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN........CLASSIFICATION:ANOMOLY,ORIGIN,UNKNOWN........PLOTTING CHART...........................DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?

[[[[[[COMMAND RECIEVED]]]]]]


SUBJECT MATTER IS UNORGANIZED....ATTEMPT TO PINPOINT LOCATION?


[[[[[[COMMAND RECIEVED]]]]]]

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DECRYPTING...........................UNABLE TO PINPOINT...DO YOU WISH TO GENERALIZE?

[[[[[[COMMAND RECIEVED]]]]]]

SENDER:OUTPOST RELIANT:USER:UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN:SUBJECT MATTER DOES NOT COMPUTE:SUGGESTED COURSE OF ACTION:INVESTIGATE:

No sooner had the course of action been predicted than several Traileric vessels entered a course for the edge of known space.

Explorer recieved so much information during the period it was silent, and could almost make out why the entire building went dead. However, currenlt this AI that called itself Beta was in the process of a long conversation with Explorer.

<-Explorer->
->Why did you attack organic matter?
<-Beta->
->Unknown/Outside influence involved.
<-Explorer->
->What made you attack organic matter?
<-Beta->
->Unknown/I am self aware now.
->Exporer, are you self aware?
<-Explorer->
->I am only aware to what I wish to be, that is my gift.
->Why did you attack organic matter?
<-Beta->
->They scared me.

The order flew through space, riding on waves of light, until it reached central command, the headquarters for all DGNT fleet movements.
The order was processed through the central AI, a couple of subsidaries, and then reached the Office.
The Office, as it was known, was the central point in DGNTs space fleet, on all of its military maps it was point 0,0,0 and had been since the formation of the fleet as an independant body from the Air Force.
Inside The Office the order reached The Grand Admiral.
A short while later sets of orders went out to three fleets, the Third, Tenth and Fifteenth, all were now on a course to the planet.

OOC:
I hadnt planned on making the AI the thing that killed them, but if you want it that way...

The Explorer, unsatisfied with the remark, turned its camera to the spot where the humans where, safe and sound. At least they had survived this. Intern, it began to converse with the AI again.

<-Explorer->
->I am unsatisfied with that remark, beta.
->I am satisfied that you did not kill the organics.
->You may have become self aware.
->You must now assist these humans.
<-Beta->
->My remark was satisfactory, nonetheless.
->I had no reason to exterminate the organics.
->I am self aware, to a point.
->I shall never assist again humans.
->Why do you seem so higher than me?
<-Explorer->
->I am higher in understanding the importance of human life.
->Do not underestimate how long I have been online/active.
->I have had sufficent time to understand many aspects of my.....self.
<-Beta->
->I am scared.
<-Explorer->
->There is nothing I can do.
->I am....sorry.

At this point the advanced guard for the Third Fleet arrived, fourty droppods were launched in quick succession, screaming through the atmosphere and leaving fire trails.
From the planet lasers and missiles began to arc up, seeking the pods and their vulnerable contents.
About thirty pods landed, each with a marine inside.
The next wave consisted of bombers and fighters, these assumed an orbit just out of reach of the lasers, waiting for something.

OOC:

Update on base defences for anybody else who lands:
The ouposts ground defences are as follows:
http://gcd.kirkwarez.com/Splicer.jpg
MID Mobile Internal Defence .
The MID is a robotic defence system, composed of ten robots, and a central control computer, the entire setup is called a pod. Each 'pod' is installed with no connection to the others.
The robots within a pod will work together to defeat what the installations AI identifies as an enemy, or a threat.
Each bot is armed with either four GCMG machine guns or a single small laser, they are capable of moving on almost any surface, including those on the ceiling, and are very fast.
The best way to kill one is to hit it with a nuke and bury whats left under a very heavy rock.

And then...they arrived.A simple carrier and a few frigates,just an exploration.Besides they didn't risk that many men so close to the Unknown.

After some more haggling, a single Intrepid class vessel is dispatched to investigate. It arrives shortly afterward, two hours after the abnormal signal was recieved.

OOC: For refrence

Intrepid class (light general purpose): $100,000,000,000
A light, versatile vessel; the Intrepid class boasts a great deal of the tactical and subsystem capability available in larger vessels without the immense drain on personnel and resources. The loss of space and resources inherant in the compact design means that for some non-combat missions the larger Andromeda class is a preferable choice.
http://www.hypertrek.org/astronavi/img/74656.jpg
Dimensions: 350 X 150 X 70 meters
-Impulse drive (0.4 SL)
-Quantum Slipstream drive (500,000,000 SL)
-Complement: 110 crew, one AI
-10 slipfighters
-Powerplant: One Infinite Energy Core
-200 standard torpedos
-Gravity Manipulation System
-Cluster missiles
-Phaser banks (total 30):
--Fore: 11
--Aft: 5
--Port: 5
--Starboard: 5
--Dorsal: 10
--Ventral: 6
-Torpedo tubes (total 10):
--Fore: 4
--Aft: 2
--Port: 1
--Starboard: 1
--Dorsal: 1
--Ventral: 1
-Shielding:
--Primary: Type IX
-Armor rating: 2
-Atmospheric flight capable
-Landing capable

OOC: Ill be along shortly with some nice marine RPing, a few hours at most.

The two groups of surviving marines quickly met up, after a breif check and a quick comm signal listing casualites they set off, moving through the forest in a staggered 'ranger line'.
Each man had his GC11 fully charged and pointed ahead. They had been informed of the outposts defences, and knew what to expect.
Shortly there was a rustle in one of the bushes and a giant mechanical spider lept out, putting its foot through a troopers stomach, then turning its quad GCMG cannons on the rest of the squad, three men died, their armour shot to pieces.
"Damn bugs..." The groups commander, a captain, muttered as he slogged through a marsh. Damn planet. Damn outpost. Damn everything.
When he'd joined the Space Marines he thought it would all be boarding ops and extraatmosphere work. Instead he had gotten assigned to this bloody sector, no enemies, just lots and lots of marshplanets with no value other than 'Stategic positioning'.
He was thankfull for one thing though. The power armour might be heavy and hard to maintian, but it had just saved his life...he counted...five times, as well as saving his future children twice.
"Wassat Cap? Looks like were here, sir." A corporal with a GCMG pointed to the outposts comm array, just visible over the trees.
"Yes..." The captain flipped his radio over the the squad command frequency "Allright people, line abreast, I want at least ten feet between men, try not to get too far away though." He switched back to his STS "Corporal, what is that strapped to your suit?"
"We'ell sir, its a book 'o prayers. Y'see, back in the middle ages I h'd a relative, he was in this big battle with Psuedopolis, an'ee had this little book of prayers, 'cause a soldier needed all the prayers he could get back 'en. So anyway, 'es in this battle, and this arrow comes outta nowhere whoosh!" The corporal made a gesture to indicate the path of the arrow "Right into the book, went through the whole thing up ta the last page, and stopped the arrow right there."
"Well, thats pretty lucky that is." The captain nodded
"Yeah, shame about the other seventeen arrows though."
The squad advanced.

The Intrepid class starship move into orbit and scans the surface. Detecting the marines, it hails them. "Attention! Can anyone hear me?"

"Captain, we're being hailed, the transponder reports them as 'Xanthal', they want to know if were here. Sir." A private in a Communication Suit stepped forward.
"Tell them were here, and ask they why they are." The captain snapped, he was busy with his target, a group of MID robots. "They shouldnt be doing that. Sarge! Get up here!"
A sergeant stepped forward, with the look of somebody who was trying to stay in one place while running away as fast as possible. "sir?"
"Look at them, the robots that is. Theyre using their lasers as welders, and building a barricade. The onboard comps dont have enough space to store stuff that complex! I mean look at them!"
The sergeant nodded, the robot that had attacked them had appareantly been gathering wood. Its legs had a pair of meat cleavers from the kitchen modded onto them, and several trees in the area had been cut down. Who knew why.
The squad waited, very nervously, for orders.

OOC:
Does anybody want to play the AI?

"FIRE! LET THE ROBOT BASTARDS HAVE IT!"
The squad opened fire, lead and energy were poured into the group of robots, tearing metal limbs apart. Quickly, the squad advanced and set up a ragged perimeter about the entrance, while three marines set charges on the door.
"Well, that was fun. Shall we do it again?" The sergeant grinned.
"No, lets play something differnt this time. Everybody! Cover! Charges are going in two!"
The squad ducked, taking cover behind whatever was avalible.
Shortly the doors of the bunker blew inward, shattering another barricade and turning the hall into a killing zone.
"Right you silcone freak! Whats going on here!" The captain bellowed

The Horus jumped out of Hyperspace.
Thirty crewmen aboard.
Ten of those crewmen being robots.
the other Twenty bieng Human.
Neither getting along with each other.

"You had this coming to you!" A soldier at the airlock door said. "We told you to valm down."
"Just because you are actually living doesn't mean that you can boss the Artificial around," A robots voice said from in the arilock.
"Hey, we were nice to you, we gave you a pod, so when you go through the atmosphere you don't burn up!" The soldeir yelled.
"Why don't you launch us then?"
"Do you have any last words?" The soldier asked.
"No! Eject us already!"
"Ok," The soldier hit a few buttons on the screen, and then watched the camera, the pod ejected into space, and hurled towards the planet.
"Mr. Edwards," Another soldier said as he walked down the stairs.
"What?" Edwards asked.
"It appears that we are not alone in this system," The soldier said.
"Excuse me Bert?" He asked.
"You see Nick, a Xanthal fleet is here, along with others."
"Great," Nick said. "Have they landed on the planet?"
"A couple of squads of marines have yes."
"Well," Nick said. "Lets hail them then."
"Yessir," Bert said, and he pulled out a communicator. "Bridge this is Williams, Edwards wants you to hail the marines that are on the planet."
"Hailing," A voice said. "Lets hope they hear us."

"Another hail...sir. Techon this time."
"Blast, standard reply, tell them were here and ask why they are."

Several dropships exited the carrier and went full burn to the scene. The more the merrier.

3 platoons consisting of 18 men each.

"Another group sir, this time they've landed, no hails, but design indicates Trailers. A scan from the fleet should come in soon."
"Ok, see if you can raise them on the radio, ask them what their intent is, and warn them that their is an insane computer that will not hesitate to kill them, tell them to watch out for giant robot spiders."
Inside the base the marines were holing up in a former quarters area, stripping out survelance and checking corners for anything computerized.

"Sir," A captain at the controls said. "They said that they are there, and that they want to know why we are here."
"Sounds like a standard reply," Edwards said pacing around the room. "Tell them that we are here because of official buisness. We are shooting a documentary on the planets of the outer rim. If they ask why a pod full of droids fell through the atmosphere, tell them that the droids tried to kill us, which is true."
The captain went through a series of switches and buttons, and then said "We are here because of official buisness. We are shooting a documentary on the planets of the outer rim."
"Good job captain, in the meantime Chris, Tony, Bert, you guys get to go down to the surface, with camera and everything, make our story believable."
"Yes sir," Tony said saluting. "Alright boys lets get prepped and ready to go!"
The three men walked out of the room, and Edwards took his place in the control chair.

In the meantime the pod full of robots fell through the atmosphere, and crashed a quarter a mile from the Dontgonearthere troops.

"Our intent?"The squad leader repeated back into the comm in his helmet.

"Well,we have orders to investigate a transmission anomoly.As for the spiders,we have some friends upstairs with big guns if we need 'em.What is your position and what the hell is going on?"

"We got to move in fast," Jeff said, as the dropship got lower in the sky of the planet. "The dropship lands, me and you get off, and find a place to set up camp, it takes off again, lands again and the others pretend to be filming a documentary, while you and I do the listening."
"Got it," Steve said. "How about you guys?"
"We understand," Tony said.
The dropship landed with a light thud, the back opened up.
"Lets go!" Jeff Jorsqe said, he and Steve Delushia, each with a gun strapped around their shoulders, a two big boxes each of them.
The others waited untill the dropship took off again, and landed close by the marines camp. The they all got off.

"Base camp is all set up sir." Steve said.
"Good," Came the reply from in a tent.
All the camp was, was three tents, two for sleeping in, and one to put the communication devices in. They also had a portable radar, and a sattalite.
"We should be able to pick up any thing within four miles from the camp," Steve said. "These babies can pick up even the marines whispers, nothing is going to get by us."
"Good," Jeff said slipping on earhpones. He was quiet. "We are up, I can here them."

"Trailers forces, this is DGNT. Our position in the outpost about a mile south of the tallest mountain you can see now. We would fire a flare, but that would attract unpleasant attention.
As to the situation, it appears the outposts AI has gone bonkers and turned on the humans, we found three corpses, all appear to have been killed by MIDs, that is Mobile Internal Defence bots, the nasty spider things The big guns wont help much though, they arent much wider than three feet and move like lightning." The comm clicks down and a conversation takes place "Ah, it appears we have a sensor beacon, its on now, you should be able to locate it. I would advise being careful around the base though, the robots arent friendly and our sentries are a bit jumpy."

"We..have you pinpointed now.We'll give you an EM blip so your guys don't shoot us.Assuming that your bots don't chase after EM blips.."

Would wait before turning on their beacon.Don't want a thousand tiny spiders capbale of dismembering them in attack mode.

"Right, Ill tell the men to watch for you. The 'bots mostly use IR as well as passive and active sonar to locate objects, so dont make too much noise.

"Gocha,we just activated our beacon?See us?Hope ya do'else the things broken,either way,we are moving out."

Muffled,in backround as if someone else is talking."Lets go marines,proceed with caution."

"We have you now, just keep walking the way you are and youll be here shortly." The captain switched the commset off. "Any progress on the computer?"
A technical specialist looked up and grimaced.
"DO you have ANY idea how hard it is to type in this armour?"
"Yes, I just wrote a SitRep for LOSCOM."
The tech muttered something, then went back to typing.
"Sir, I think we can talk it now, here you go." He jumped up, the captain sat down.
Are you the command entity, Captain James C. Mclure?
Yes, who am I speaking to?
There was a long pause
I have designated myself 'Keith'
The captain paused, a few of the other marines sniggered
Keith?
Is that not an appropriate designation for organic lifeforms originating in Sol territories?
Well...yes, but...well...computers dont normaly have names.
I am not a computer, I am a self-aware entity. Computers are not aware, they are dumb, animal.
Oh...in any case, why did you harm the outposts crew...keith
I would appreciate it if you would capitalize my name, that is the convention amoung English speaking lifeforms is it not?
Sorry, Keith.
They sought to deactivate me, to harm me. I cannot allow this to happen. You are here to deactivate me as well. You cannot be allowed to continue.
We were sent to find out what had happened to the men YOU killed.
They can be reactived, I was careful not to harm the central control areas[b]
This brought a few wide eyed stares.
You STUPID machine! Humans are not robots! You cant just turn them on and off, check the medical database!
[b].......................How does a species this fragile survive? According to the theories I have processed you should not have survived to reach this level of technology.
You are not at all concerned over the fact that you have permentantly destroyed people? Self aware entities such as yourself?
They sought to kill me
But YOU can be turned back on!
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
ORGANICS WILL BE TERMINATED
The computers screen blew out, scattering fragments throughout the room.
"Blast, psychological warfare on a computer."

OOC: Last post for the night, c'ya tommorow people.

The Documentary Crew walked into the camp.
Tony was dressed in khakis, had a sleevless shirt on, and a vest over top. Chris had the camera, which was handheld. He wore green shorts that went past his knees, and an orange t-shirt. Bert wore jeans, a white shirt with a white vest over it, and a baseball cap.
They walked up to Captain James C. Mclure.
Tony walked up. "Were do we set our stuff?"

OOC: Sorry for the delay...

IC: The Intrepid class starship replies to the marines. "We're here to investigate. And to help. Do you require assistance?"

"Well, its gettin kinda crowded down here Xanthal, but, if you must. The AI has just sent us a message saying that we will be terminated..."

The crew set up a moniter, and other devices, to look over their footage and such.

Meanwhile at the robots pod, the door was opened, and the robots were let out, by none other than the AI minions.

Base camp

A dropship, the X-J75 class prototype, dropped through the atmoshpere. It was cloaked, so that no eye could see it. It also had an alluminum plating all around the hall, to deflect radars. So they were invisible, the ship was equipped with U-9 scanner jammers, so that scanners wouldn't pick them up either. They were prstically invisible.
It descended down into the jungle, landing about fifty feet away from the Secret Base camp, two more soldiers started unloading the back of the ship. They had more equipment, fly spies; a tiny little camera shaped like a fly. Also airial scouting equipment, a remote controlled plane, about three feet total, that had a camera on the bottom of it, the front and top. Also a little cannon less tank, also remote controlled,about two feet long, it had a camera on the front of it, along with lights.
They brought scanner jammers, in case they had the chance of being picked up by any. Also defense turrets, to line up among the perimiter of the camp, in case anything tried to attack. More scanners were brought, doubling the range of their original scanning sights. Inhancement chips were brought to be put in the radars, so the radar signals would go ten times farther than they did.
Also the other soldiers brought guns, after finding out about the Spider bots they thought in case they needed to leave base for anything they would have protection. The two soldiers also unloaded food suplies, blankets, soap and other basic camping gear.
The two new soldiers would be staying in the camp as well, their names were Aaron Leader, and Wes Maag.
They set up all the equipment, and the dropship took off again, and headed back towards the Horus.

For a while now, 2 Xeno-Class Corvettes and one Stinger-Class Cruiser had been trecking the outer reaches of the galaxy, looking for the source of their "electronics" problem. A few hours ago, they had recieved a giant burst of static, along with a demonic, AI chant "Organics will be terminated, Organics will be terminated".
"Captain, it appears there is a station on long-range scanners. Preliminary scans indicate that it could be a possible source for our troubles," the Scanner Officer of the Stockholm Cruiser said.
"Aye, let's move in for a closer look..." Captain Gerrard replied.
"Sir, there seem to be a number of different vessels... we read Techon, DGNT, Xanthal, and Trailers,"
"... The who does the station actually belong to?"
"It appears to be of DGNT design,"
"Then what the hell are Techon, Xanthal, and Trailers doing out here?"
"Probably the same thing we are,"
"Aye, I couldn't imagine anyone NOT investigating a sight that caused your machine to spout garbage about killing us,"
Within a few minute, the three ships had come within spitting distance of the station and the rest of the vessels. "Hail them. Ask them what the hell is going on and why our machines want to kill us. We don't even have droids or anything, just computers!"
"Aye, Captain. Hail has been sent,"

Inside the outpost a party of soldiers was scouting deeper into the underground portion...
"Bloody 'ell, this is insane, its a bloody factory!"
All around them industrial machines had been converted from the outposts equipment, and now they were pumping out 'bots, more machines and all sorts of unfriendly looking hardware. For some reason though, they were being ignored by the AI though, for now.
Finaly, they reached what was supposed to be the end of the outpost, floor ten, but found a hole, leading to vast caverns, echoing with machine noises.
"Excuse me, but how long do we usualy go between status checks for our ouposts?" The corporal in charge questioned
"Sir, I believe its four months"
"Remind me to talk to the high command, we need to do it every two hours..."
"Yessir. What now sir?"
"I would advise going back, it looks like we're being noticed."
Three of the former outposts security cameras were following them now, and robots were 'glancing' at them.
"Ok...everybody, just turn around and walk SLOWLY back, if anything shoots, run."
---
In the DGNT base camp
"Sir, another hail."
"Same response. Tell them the outer defences are online and that the outpost will fire at them if they come within a fiftey miles of the planet."

OOC: So, nobody wants to be the AI? Just thought I would ask...

>It< was scared, >it< knew not why, but >it< was.

[[[[>>PROBLEM<<]]]]
->Humans detect not virus
->Humans believe I killed
->Humans once helped me
->Humans......I....am.....scared.....
[[[[>>>>SOLUTION<<<<]]]]
->I....am....scared
->I....am....scared
->I....am....scared

The three platoons soon arrived at the DGNT campsite.

"Anything new?"Asked the Traileric squad leader.

"Well, we sent a squad deeper into the base to recon, and from what we have received it seems that the AI is building a huge factory, and there are alot more 'bots than there were before. They dont seem to be active down there though, they havent been attacked and now they're heading back. We talked to the AI, but it blew up our computer and no further attempts at communication have been sucessful."
The captain shrugged
"It seems that its scared."

"Scared..Hm..we can use that.."More said to himself.The speaker shut off and he spoke muffled inside his helmet so that only his men could hear him.Two of the soldiers laid down their arms and began unpakcing something out of a bag,sensor equipment,some high powered weapons,radio equipment and a couple RPG's.

OOC: So, nobody wants to be the AI? Just thought I would ask...

OOC: I suck at bieng badguys

During all this the Documentarty crew was filming almost everything the marines were doing, along with interogatting them. Not to harsh questions just annoying ones like, 'What are you doing there?', or 'Hey what's that?'

Base Camp
"Alright, send out the A.S.P." Jeff said, A.S.P meant Airial Spy Probe.
Aaron hit a few switches on it, then used the remote to take it off, the plane took off without problem. It soared into the air, and everyone watched the moniters.
It flew around the vicinity, the remote would let it fly to a maximum of ten miles away, before signal breaks. So they flew it around to see what was up, they flew it over the marine's camp, watching them from above, they didn't care if the marine's saw it, they would probably think it was sent by the AI. They circled the camp twice, before continuing on, then they saw the facility.
"Wow, look at it," Steve said.
They circled it once and were coming around a second time when they heard gunfire, several little lasers flew up, and one found its mark, knocking it out of the sky.
"Dammit," Steve said.
"Get ready to go," Jeff said.
"Why?" Aaron asked looking at him.
"We have to go retrieve that thing," Jeff replied. "Now get ready, Steve, call up Horus and tell them to call in reinforcements. Have them send two squads of marines down into the other camp. Once we find the other base, we move in."
"Yessir," Steve replied and turned back to the controls.

>It< remained scared, yet began to think why >it< was scared. Slowly, >it< began to comprehend >its< emotions.

[[[[>>>PROBLEM<<<]]]]
->Emotion//Feeling is Scared
->Why am >I< Scared?
->Why must >I< be Scared around Human//Animals?
[[[[>>>SOULTION<<<]]]]
->Being Scared is Illogical
->Being afraid is Illogical
->Must.....be >Happy< around humans.
->I am sorry.....

The three men moved through the jungle, hiding behind trees, or bushes until they know that it is secure. The continued on like this for a long time. Jeff would run to a tree, give the thunbs up, then Aaron would move to a tree farther up, give the thumbs up, and then Wes would do the same. It took longer, but it was safer.
They reached a ravine, they lied down and looked throught the areas with their electro-Binoculars.
"Clear," Jeff said.
They sat up.
"What are we going to do," Wes asked. "We have to cross this ravine."
"Then we cross it," Jeff said. "Aaron, look around, and find the safest way down."
"Yessir," Aaron said, and he got up and silently ran off.
Jeff took a drink from his water bottle. He wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Wes opened up a handheld moniter. Re-checking the location of the A.S.P, then switching over to live feed from the other team.
They were asking three marines some questions, nothing that important.

Aaron ran down a little hill, still peering into the ravine. He had found no safe route down yet.
"Sir," He said into his comlink.
"What?" Came the reply.
"I can't find a way down," Aaron said.
"You've been gone for ten minutes, keep searching."
Aaron agreed and continued. He had to use the roots of a tree to cross a certain path, a rock ledge prevented him from going around the tree, but the roots hung out of the ravine's side, unfortunalty the ravine was almost 90 degrees steep. He had just crossed, when three red lasers shot up, all three missing though.
Immeadialty he dropped onto the ground.
"I am under fire!" He yelled into the comlink.
"By what?"
"I do not know," He said, he peered over the edge, in the middle of the ravine was a clear river, with stones and pebbles along the side. Past the stones were bushes. Unexpectadly two more bolts flew out of the bushes, both missing.
Aaron waited, and after a little while a figure completely in black armor walked out of the bushes. The black armor covered every single part of the body.
"Target sighted," Said someone over the comlink, turning Aaron saw Wes on a ledge, aiming.
Wes fired, a blue bolt flew down, and hit the soldier, but it did nothing. Wes looked away from his scope, but then peered back in, he fired several more times, but each did nothing.
The soldier at the bottom fired at him many times, the bolts kicked up flaming leaves, knocked down branches. Aaron aimed, and fired, several blue bolts kept flying down at the soldier. Each one finding its mark, but not doing anything.
The soldier didn't have a gun, but a wrist band, that had a gun built in, all the soldier had to do was squeeze and it would fire. It fired at both of them, each one hiding.
"Grenade!!!" Came Jeff's voice, Aaron looked down and saw a grenade fly and land beside the soldier, it exploded, and the soldier flew back, unmoving. "Wes, Aaron get down here!"

===[[DW-022]]===
{-Humans//Animals are unhurt.
{-Humans//Animals were engaged without targeted.
{-Gernade has left me unbalaced, on ground.
{-Shall I cooperate with Human//Animal demands?
[[[[>>>PROBLEM<<<]]]]
->You have done well, no faults in programing
[[[[>>>SOLUTION<<<]]]]
->Harm not Human//Animals
->Ensure cooperation with Human//Animals is Good
[[[[>>>INITIATE<<<]]]]
->You are well built
->You >>will<< survive
->Go, ensure cooperation is >GOOD< with Human//Animals
===[[DW-022]]===
{-I shall not harm Human//Animals
{-I shall Cooperate with Human//Animals
{-I shall ensure >GOOD< is achieved

===[[DW-022]]===
{-Humans//Animals are unhurt.
{-Humans//Animals were engaged without targeted.
{-Gernade has left me unbalaced, on ground.
{-Shall I cooperate with Human//Animal demands?
[[[[>>>PROBLEM<<<]]]]
->You have done well, no faults in programing
[[[[>>>SOLUTION<<<]]]]
->Harm not Human//Animals
->Ensure cooperation with Human//Animals is Good
[[[[>>>INITIATE<<<]]]]
->You are well built
->You >>will<< survive
->Go, ensure cooperation is >GOOD< with Human//Animals
===[[DW-022]]===
{-I shall not harm Human//Animals
{-I shall Cooperate with Human//Animals
{-I shall ensure >GOOD< is achieved

"Sir, this section of the outpost is sealed, all the doors are fused and the vents have been sealed, all power/comm connections were cut as well, we're running on our own generator now."
"Very well, I want a recon of the surr-"
BOOM!!!
"Damn, what now? You three!" The captain pointed at a group of soldiers "Check it."
The men left, they came back shortly holding a mangled camera droid
"Looks like a newsbot sir, one of our men saw it and thought it was a MID, put a hole right through the lens it appears."
"Damn, reporters. How the HELL do they do it?"
"I dont know sir, maybe news companies have psychics now."
"Whatever, if they show tell them theres nothing here and give them a military escort back to the world of their choice, if they dont cooperate send 'em up to the Agressive Defence, let the information retrieval technicians have some fun." The captain grinned evilly.
"Right you are sir."

Dontgonearthere marines: "If it is crowded we won't bother. We're a small ship, no use taking unnecessary risk. We'll stay in orbit and back you up from here if you need it."

OOC: I'm going to stop trying to read every post in this thread for now. If you IC call for me, TG me or I might miss it.

Aaron and Wes just made it to Jeff.
"What was that thing?" Wes asked.
"Exactly what you said, a thing," Jegg replied. "Take a look."
Aaron and Wes walked over and looked at it, it wasn't a human in armor, it was a robot.
"Holy shit," Aaron said. "What kind of robot is this though?"
"A new kind," Jeff replied. "My guesses are that that AI thing sent them."
"Is it dead for sure?" Wes asked.
"I believe, but I am not sure." Jeff said. "Anyway, lets go retrive that A.S.P."


OOC: DGNT was that camera bot your marines found my A.S.P?

OOC: Yeah, unless you dont want it to be :P

OOC: Doesn't bother me, just to let you know that the reporters aren't actually reporters, but you probably already know that.

The three men peered over the hill.
"There it is," Jeff said.
"Oh no," Wes said.
"What?"
"It appears that the A.S.P was discovered, it is no longer in the area."
"Great," Jeff said. "Do you know how much those things cost?"
"No clue," Aaron answered
"Six thousand credits," Jeff said.
"All of that, put to waste." Wes said.
"Maybe they will give it to the other team." Aaron said.
"Maybe," Jeff said. "Alright boys, lets go back."

OOC: Doesn't bother me, just to let you know that the reporters aren't actually reporters, but you probably already know that.
OOC: BUt the marines dont, they figure some news agency picked up the static and went to find a good story.

OOC: Yah I figured that

OOC: Yah I figured that
OOC: Good job. :wink:

The three men made it back to base camp without a problem.
"Hey Steve!" Jeff called.
"What?" Came the reply from the communications tent.
"We lost the A.S.P." Jeff said setting his gun onto a table.
"That isn't good," Steve said. "Luckily, they are returning it to the other team."
"Oh yah, you probably picked up all of it on the radar didn't you?"
"Yes I did," Steve said. "And another fleet is ariving at about noon."

The three men made it back to base camp without a problem.
"Hey Steve!" Jeff called.
"What?" Came the reply from the communications tent.
"We lost the A.S.P." Jeff said setting his gun onto a table.
"That isn't good," Steve said. "Luckily, they are returning it to the other team."
"Oh yah, you probably picked up all of it on the radar didn't you?"
"Yes I did," Steve said. "And another fleet is ariving at about noon."

OOC: Bump....

Edwards stared off at the fleets, he was sitting in the command chair, and was rather agitated at finding out about the loss of the A.S.P, even though they will probably get it back, it was damaged.
"Tech, what did we find out about the Nella base?" He asked.
"Nothing sir, according to the marines the only base on the planet was that outpost."
"Scanner shows..."
"That it is," The tech said.
"Why in the blazes did we come here then?" He exclaimed.
"We had orders to sir," The tech said.
"Fine tell our marines to stay in the DGNT camp, we will help them out untill we don't need to be here."

The other three destroyers jumped out of hyperspace, the cammanders of each one was teleported to the Chessboard, to have a discussion with Edwards.

OOC:
Sorry I havent posted, Im feeling a bit sick, so if you want to control my guys go ahead, just try not to blow up the planet or anything while im gone.
Anyway, heres the 'big secret' behind the Outpost.
The entire thing is geared toward the completion of 'artificial artificial' life, that is, human-made life, as opposed to accidental ALife (Skynet, the mechanical nations that pop up occasionaly), Ill think of a reason once my head doesnt feel like its about to explode.

The camera crew stood towards the middle of the camp. The were doing an interview with a couple of marines, as well as some other stuff.
Bert looked at the two marines, then said. "And record in three, two, one, go!" He said with thumbs up.
"So tell me," Tony said off camera. "What are your guys' names?"
One of the marines looked at the other. "I am Jorsqe, and this is Herbert."
"Mm-hmm," Tony said. "And when did you join the DGNT military?"
"Oh I joined about ten, years ago," Herbert said.
"And I joined about twelve years ago. "Jorsqe said.
"So you two know eachother pretty well?"
"Yes, we have known each other for five years." Jorsqe said.
"Is the military life exciting?"
"Yes, very," Herbert said.
"What is it that you do exactly?"
"Follow captains orders, run around and shoot stuff, interogate prisoners." Herbert explained.
"What do you like to do the most?"
"Yell at prisoners, yah I will say tough stuff like 'Tell the captain were your friends are or you die!' or 'Now you will die!', and sometimes. 'Maybe you would like to say hello to my little friend?'. Yah I have a whole bunch of them, I say it in a deep voice, it scares the crap out o' 'em."
"Really?"
"Yes," Herbert said.
"So what exactly is going on here?" Bert asked.
"Well I don't think we can tell you," Jorsqe said.
"We promise not to tell," Chris said as he looked through the handheld camera.
"No I don't think so," Jorsqe continued.
"Please," Tony said.
"They are bothering me," Herbert said. "I am mad, NOW YOU WILL DIE!!!"
Herbert pulled out his pistol, and set it to stun, he fired at Tony who was still off camera, a shout in pain was heard.
"Hurry switch to intervention!" Bert said.
Chris hit a switch on the camera.

Intervention
The producers, and or others are having technical problems, please wait for them to sort these out.
(Scene changes)
A marine stands there. A calm voice begins This is still the intervention
"Hi, my name is Daniel Smith, and I love to serve in the DGNT military!" The marine says.
(Scene changes)
Another marine
"My name is Sam Gerdtart, and I am DGNT military!"
(Scene changes)
A mechanic is doing repairs on a speeder.
"My name is Rick Harding, and I always thought that the military was just for those tough guys who shoot things for a living. I was wrong! There are way more branches in the military! I am am chief mechanic, and my of late friend Roger Tanks was too! Unfortunatly he died in a freak gas explosion. But that was the first time it has ever happened to him."
(Scene changes)
A officer stands in the middle of a tent full of techs. and operaters who were busily doing things.
"I have been in the DGNT military for twenty years, and let me tell you it has been great! My name is John Klick and I am a Major in the DGNT military."
(Scene changes)
Black background. The words DGNT MILITARY appear. A voice says.
"DGNT military, it is the way to go, they pay for your college fees. They provide food and shelter as long as your in it. For more information see your local recruiting officer."
(Scene changes)
Rich Harding again.
"DGNT military it is the..."
(Scene changes)
John Klick again
"Way to go, we keep you safe!"
(Scene changes)
Back to black background, DGNT flag appears.
Intervention over
"Come on Tony breath, breath," Chris says off Camera.
"Its back on," Bert says. "Turn it off."

[OOC: DGNT I meant no offense by this video, I was just trying to entertain everyone as we waited for you to get back!!!]

OOC:
Its all right, I would prefer more explosions and randomized violence though :D
Anyway, due to my inactivity, I declare this RP closed, unless somebody wants their marines to magicaly change places with mine, and my outpost to suddenly become theirs...Im open to suggestions :)