Witzgall
27-02-2005, 04:40
[OOC: This is a battle test of the DRGS weapon system. See the following links for information: Map of Field (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/Witzgall/Der%20Reinigungsapparat/mapdesert1.jpg) DRGS Specifications/Information (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=400776) Also, questions and/or comments/critiscism are welcome :) ]
The Fuhrer approached his comrade, General Rudolph Kaisen, who sat on a metal chair within the large cement and steel bunker. The General sits, looking out into the desert wasteland which he can see through the tinted glass window of the bunker. Kaisen bites off the end of his cigar, spits it out, and places the shortened stick of carcinogens into his mouth.
The Fuhrer, an older man wearing his military suit that of a five-star General, offers Kaisen a light. Before he can say no, the Fuhrer ignites the lighter and watches as the cigar’s end flames up for a split second.
“Thank you, Sir.” the General says, taking a long drag on his cigar and exhaling the smoke through his nostrils. The Fuhrer sits beside his comrade, feeling the intense cold of the bench as it rises through his spine and nervous system.
Six other men and two women, all of Field Marshal or higher rank, enter the bunker, chatting amongst themselves. They salute the Fuhrer as they enter, showing high respect to their leader. The Fuhrer smiles and nods at his comrades, showing the kindhearted side of him which is not usually revealed.
Everyone sits within the bunker, and Kaisen rises from his seat and walks over to the window. He turns around and faces his comrades.
“Gentlemen and women,” Kaisen says, nodding to the occupants of the bunker, “it is with my great pleasure that I bring you the first test of the Der Reinigungsapparat weapon system.” Two soldiers enter the bunker, carrying G36 carbine rifles in their hands. “Order the operation.” Kaisen says to the soldiers.
The soldiers salute the General, then exit the bunker. One of the men grabs the radio off of his shoulder strap and changes the frequency. He looks up at the control tower, waves, and then holds his radio to his mouth. “Echo Six, this is Echo Two. Operation commenced. Do you copy?” the soldier says into his radio.
The technicians within the control tower quickly radio back to the soldier. “Roger that ET. Systems are on, unleashing the beasts.”
The soldiers go back into the bunker and salute the Fuhrer once inside. They then turn to Kaisen and speak once more. “Tower’s a go, Sir. Should be an hour or so.” one of the soldiers says, placing his radio back onto its shoulder position.
“Very well.” Kaisen says, placing diagrams of the DRGS systems on the sealed concrete walls within the bunker. The two soldiers stand by the door, guarding it from all entrants. The soldiers stand without emotion. Kaisen places his cigar in his mouth, bites down with his teeth, and points to one of the diagrams.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/Witzgall/Der%20Reinigungsapparat/129bf262.jpg
“As seen here, the system of the Der Reinigungsapparat super weapon is very advanced and technologically superior to that of a standard Intercontinental Ballistic Missile, or ICBM if you will. It has the ability to fire a fifteen kiloton nuclear missile up to five hundred miles away.” Kaisen says, taking a puff of his cigar and continuing on. “This gives it great strength as both a new form of nuclear deterrence, as well as weapon of warfare.”
The Fuhrer removes his hat and places it on the seat beside him. He, too, grabs a cigar out of his front pocket and begins to smoke. Kaisen continues on to explain the artificial intelligence system, as well as the piloting suit used within the DRGS.
“The suit the pilots who will be dueling today are quite advanced in themselves. They incorporate nanotechnology, which are tiny little robots that can do wonderous things. The suits are also designed to work along side the intelligence, countermeasures, and weapon systems within the Der Reinigungsapparat itself. This allows for minimal effort with maximal results on the field.” Kaisen says, pointing to a drawing of the XR-7 piloting suit.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/Witzgall/pilot%20suit/b50c7712.jpg
“Although the suit itself doesn’t have an internal armament of weapons, such as a machine gun or something, the pilots dueling today do carry the standard issue weapon to all pilots of the Der Reinigungsapparat, which is a specially crafted high-frequency sword. The sword can cut through strong metals, which is a good thing to have with you on the battlefield.” Kaisen says.
One of the soldiers’ radios cackles in, and the General glares at the man. The soldier nods, and exits the bunker. His comrade stays within, guarding the door. Fifteen minutes later, the soldier re-enters the bunker.
“What was it?” Colonel Mittwoch van Wessen, one of the few female officers within the bunker, questions the soldier. The soldier places his radio back into its place, and addresses the Colonel.
“The systems are on the field.” the soldier says, slinging his G36 over his shoulder and adjusting his helmet. He nods at the General, who responds with a smile.
“Men. Women. Prepare yourselves.” Kaisen says, flipping a switch. The lights inside the bunker go dead, and the officers and Fuhrer are all emerged into a world of darkness. The windows show two behemoth mechanic beasts, the infamous DRGS Phase Twos.
“Holy shit.” says one of the officers within the room. Kaisen chuckles. He is the only one to have ever actually seen a DRGS system up close and personal. The others only have memories of photographs and documents, showing the ferocious monster of modern warfare.
“Are you for real? That’s bigger than my house!” exclaims Colonel van Wessen, amazed by the size of the weapon system that she sees through the tinted glass. The shined beast stand five hundred yards apart, and are roughly three hundred yards from the bunker.
The officers all grab binoculars which they were given earlier, and watch in amazement as the two beasts stand in the desolate desert arena of their test fight.
“Amazing. Simply astounding.” the Fuhrer says, taking a small puff on his cigar and toying with his hat. He is intrigued by the beasts which he sees through the binoculars. He awaits the test.
The muffled voices that come from the control tower are barely heard as they shout to the pilots over the loudspeaker system. The Fuhrer tries to understand what is said, but cannot make out a single word spoken.
A loud alarm-like sound is heard throughout the compound within the desert, and then it suddenly stops. The two beasts walk slowly towards each other, the pilots preparing their systems for battle.
“Echo Six, this is Delta One. Firing up Utopia now. Over.” says the pilot of the DRGS-1, giving his codename of Delta One. The speaking of the pilots is heard clearly through the speaker system within the bunker.
“Roger that, Delta One.” the control tower’s technicians respond. The speaker system now picks up the control’s communications as well. The bunker has been fitted and linked up to the DRGS internal network, on both vehicles, to give the best experience to all.
“Echo Six, this is Delta Two. Utopia is green. Over.” says the other pilot. The pilot of Delta One radios in the same exact words, alerting all to the fact that the neural network is working properly and as expected.
The battle was just starting. All eyes were on the machines of death…
The Fuhrer approached his comrade, General Rudolph Kaisen, who sat on a metal chair within the large cement and steel bunker. The General sits, looking out into the desert wasteland which he can see through the tinted glass window of the bunker. Kaisen bites off the end of his cigar, spits it out, and places the shortened stick of carcinogens into his mouth.
The Fuhrer, an older man wearing his military suit that of a five-star General, offers Kaisen a light. Before he can say no, the Fuhrer ignites the lighter and watches as the cigar’s end flames up for a split second.
“Thank you, Sir.” the General says, taking a long drag on his cigar and exhaling the smoke through his nostrils. The Fuhrer sits beside his comrade, feeling the intense cold of the bench as it rises through his spine and nervous system.
Six other men and two women, all of Field Marshal or higher rank, enter the bunker, chatting amongst themselves. They salute the Fuhrer as they enter, showing high respect to their leader. The Fuhrer smiles and nods at his comrades, showing the kindhearted side of him which is not usually revealed.
Everyone sits within the bunker, and Kaisen rises from his seat and walks over to the window. He turns around and faces his comrades.
“Gentlemen and women,” Kaisen says, nodding to the occupants of the bunker, “it is with my great pleasure that I bring you the first test of the Der Reinigungsapparat weapon system.” Two soldiers enter the bunker, carrying G36 carbine rifles in their hands. “Order the operation.” Kaisen says to the soldiers.
The soldiers salute the General, then exit the bunker. One of the men grabs the radio off of his shoulder strap and changes the frequency. He looks up at the control tower, waves, and then holds his radio to his mouth. “Echo Six, this is Echo Two. Operation commenced. Do you copy?” the soldier says into his radio.
The technicians within the control tower quickly radio back to the soldier. “Roger that ET. Systems are on, unleashing the beasts.”
The soldiers go back into the bunker and salute the Fuhrer once inside. They then turn to Kaisen and speak once more. “Tower’s a go, Sir. Should be an hour or so.” one of the soldiers says, placing his radio back onto its shoulder position.
“Very well.” Kaisen says, placing diagrams of the DRGS systems on the sealed concrete walls within the bunker. The two soldiers stand by the door, guarding it from all entrants. The soldiers stand without emotion. Kaisen places his cigar in his mouth, bites down with his teeth, and points to one of the diagrams.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/Witzgall/Der%20Reinigungsapparat/129bf262.jpg
“As seen here, the system of the Der Reinigungsapparat super weapon is very advanced and technologically superior to that of a standard Intercontinental Ballistic Missile, or ICBM if you will. It has the ability to fire a fifteen kiloton nuclear missile up to five hundred miles away.” Kaisen says, taking a puff of his cigar and continuing on. “This gives it great strength as both a new form of nuclear deterrence, as well as weapon of warfare.”
The Fuhrer removes his hat and places it on the seat beside him. He, too, grabs a cigar out of his front pocket and begins to smoke. Kaisen continues on to explain the artificial intelligence system, as well as the piloting suit used within the DRGS.
“The suit the pilots who will be dueling today are quite advanced in themselves. They incorporate nanotechnology, which are tiny little robots that can do wonderous things. The suits are also designed to work along side the intelligence, countermeasures, and weapon systems within the Der Reinigungsapparat itself. This allows for minimal effort with maximal results on the field.” Kaisen says, pointing to a drawing of the XR-7 piloting suit.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/Witzgall/pilot%20suit/b50c7712.jpg
“Although the suit itself doesn’t have an internal armament of weapons, such as a machine gun or something, the pilots dueling today do carry the standard issue weapon to all pilots of the Der Reinigungsapparat, which is a specially crafted high-frequency sword. The sword can cut through strong metals, which is a good thing to have with you on the battlefield.” Kaisen says.
One of the soldiers’ radios cackles in, and the General glares at the man. The soldier nods, and exits the bunker. His comrade stays within, guarding the door. Fifteen minutes later, the soldier re-enters the bunker.
“What was it?” Colonel Mittwoch van Wessen, one of the few female officers within the bunker, questions the soldier. The soldier places his radio back into its place, and addresses the Colonel.
“The systems are on the field.” the soldier says, slinging his G36 over his shoulder and adjusting his helmet. He nods at the General, who responds with a smile.
“Men. Women. Prepare yourselves.” Kaisen says, flipping a switch. The lights inside the bunker go dead, and the officers and Fuhrer are all emerged into a world of darkness. The windows show two behemoth mechanic beasts, the infamous DRGS Phase Twos.
“Holy shit.” says one of the officers within the room. Kaisen chuckles. He is the only one to have ever actually seen a DRGS system up close and personal. The others only have memories of photographs and documents, showing the ferocious monster of modern warfare.
“Are you for real? That’s bigger than my house!” exclaims Colonel van Wessen, amazed by the size of the weapon system that she sees through the tinted glass. The shined beast stand five hundred yards apart, and are roughly three hundred yards from the bunker.
The officers all grab binoculars which they were given earlier, and watch in amazement as the two beasts stand in the desolate desert arena of their test fight.
“Amazing. Simply astounding.” the Fuhrer says, taking a small puff on his cigar and toying with his hat. He is intrigued by the beasts which he sees through the binoculars. He awaits the test.
The muffled voices that come from the control tower are barely heard as they shout to the pilots over the loudspeaker system. The Fuhrer tries to understand what is said, but cannot make out a single word spoken.
A loud alarm-like sound is heard throughout the compound within the desert, and then it suddenly stops. The two beasts walk slowly towards each other, the pilots preparing their systems for battle.
“Echo Six, this is Delta One. Firing up Utopia now. Over.” says the pilot of the DRGS-1, giving his codename of Delta One. The speaking of the pilots is heard clearly through the speaker system within the bunker.
“Roger that, Delta One.” the control tower’s technicians respond. The speaker system now picks up the control’s communications as well. The bunker has been fitted and linked up to the DRGS internal network, on both vehicles, to give the best experience to all.
“Echo Six, this is Delta Two. Utopia is green. Over.” says the other pilot. The pilot of Delta One radios in the same exact words, alerting all to the fact that the neural network is working properly and as expected.
The battle was just starting. All eyes were on the machines of death…