Sunday, September 6, 2015
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Blondes' Chronicles - Chapter 2 By Marianne Stewig #687261 and Germán Jaramillo #685605
Submitted by Marianne Stewig #687261 and Germán Jaramillo #685605
Rolling The Dice By Brian D. Wise#17026
Every pilot worth his salt would kill for a top of the line mech. Every pilot has their preference, and they all are willing to gamble for that once chance of getting that mech that will change their fate. Drake Morningstar is no exception; he is one of the pilots hired by Commandant Wise to pilot several of his mechs for purposes of exploration and wars. Commandant Wise, one of RND’s up and coming commanders, is looking to expand his fleet on the cheap and knows when a mech is worth its niodes or if it’s time to send it on towards the great scrap heap in the stars. Last week, Commandant Wise took every last niode he had to the gambling hall to bet on winning some new weapons and gear to help outfit his forces. But what caught his eye was the shiny new Torrent sitting in the Mystery Vortex. The Commandant had heard from all of his troops how they all wanted to pilot one of these fine mechs in battle after several skirmishes where this beast of a mech had torn into them and put them on notice that they were not the baddest mechs in the land.
Drake dreamed of what it would be like to pilot one of those Torrents and watch as the enemies scattered in fear of him hosing them down with laser fire as well as some of the commandant’s prized weapons he was able to win from some party he attended at the beginning of the new century. When his boss came back, and yelled at his pilots to unload his haul, drake drooled at the shiny Torrent sitting in the crate along with a handful of newly acquired weapons that the Commandant had won. The Commandants gambling addiction was known across 12 sectors. He would gamble for a chance at some of the best mechs and gear every chance he could afford to. The only problem was he was really good at it, he had once won three mechs playing dice on the mystery vortex, currently two of which were in his lines.
As Drake helped unload everything, he was jumping for joy at the chance to pilot this soon to be beast of a mech, until he noticed the sign the boss had put on it before it had even got here: Field Strip it, and Shelve it until the 2nd Skriag is fully upgraded. Drake’s heart plummeted into his stomach. That meant that this beautiful mech wouldn’t see the light of day for at least a year or so and by then he couldn’t guarantee that he would be the first one to pilot it.
The Commandant was of course a busy man, working on projects and had been sending out his men post haste to earn up more niodes for preparations for the next Clan War that was inevitably on the horizon. Drake worked extra hard, fighting against bosses like Tory, who the Commandant had a thing for, and Titan, one of the Commandant’s biggest rivals. Drake noticed that the Commandant’s weapons were sorely lacking and were no longer punching through enemies that they had once annihilated just a few months prior. So he came up with a plan, the boss had been discussing with some of the other Commanders in the RND league about him needing to field strip all of his mechs and reduce the waste and get his team ready for the next CW ahead of schedule, but he wasn’t sure on when he would do so. After the Commandant’s meeting Drake walked up to his employer and made him an offer that he couldn’t refuse.
“Sir, I couldn’t help overhearing that your wanting to start prepping for the next Clan War.” Drake stated as he saluted his employer.
“I am. What of it.” Commandant Wise said as he looked the pilot in the eye.
“Well, I am willing to put in all of the work for it if you’re willing to give me first crack at that sweet Torrent you got. “ Drake said with his eyes on the prize he so wanted.
“I am not about to let just any pilot get his hands on the best mech I’ve got under my command just for anything. You come to me with an inventory, a new load out for my max line and a proposal on what should go and what should replace them then we will talk. And until then I will not hear another word about it, and while you’re at it I want you to personally go polish the Torrent before its locked up in storage, and I want two coats of wax on it, not just one.” The Commandant stated as he started to walk off towards his office.
Drake stood there and wanted to punch something, the Commandant was the biggest cheapskate in three sectors and he knew it, but the one thing the Commandant was above that was loyal to his pilots. So if he had any hope of getting his hands on that Torrent, he would have to work his butt off. So, Drake walked off to go polish the Torrent as it was finished being field stripped by the Chief Mechanic, Michael “Blitz” Price.
Drake yelled, “Blitz, I need that mech when you’re done with it. The boss just ordered me to polish that thing before you store it.” Michael looked up at Drake who had finally made it from the main office to the main hanger where he was standing.
“You’re welcome to it, but use the mech hauler; I haven’t finished rewiring the controls yet.” Michael said as he grabbed a bite of his sandwich, and looked over the schematics of the Torrent. “You know that is going to be one hell of a mech once the boss gets a hold of the next sale. From what I hear, he is talking about making this his next priority after he finishes specing out his prized Skriag that he has had Vincent pilot for the last year. Plus with the new Skriag moved currently to the mop up line, we should be able to get a hell of a good run out of it as well.” Michael commented as Drake looked over his shoulder at the specs he was reading.
“You don’t say, well I made a deal with the boss and if I can get a complete list of the current weapons inventory and a list of what’s available from your contact, he might let me get my hands on this bad boy and take her for a spin.” Drake nodded towards the Torrent.
“Well I guess I can help you with that, as long as I don’t have to do any more pulling of weapons for a while. The boss has kept me busy with getting the whole damn force upgraded minus the Nakshi and that there Torrent. He said he can’t afford to upgrade everything until the parts go on sale.” Michael said as he finished his sandwich.
Drake nodded, and then ran to hanger three where there was an unused mech hauler sitting there. It was obvious that the boss had been on a tear recently and had been pushing his pilots since the start of the year. This next Clan War was going to be different; they had left behind several of their allies to move up the ranks to the top of the tier, the 82nd Omicrons’, the top of the RND chain. The last couple of years had been great working with the Immortals, but the boss had set his sights on the prizes and fame that were in the higher divisions. He wasn’t about to let the boss down.
As he got the Torrent loaded onto the Hauler, he noticed something. Wrote next to the cockpit, where the pilots name is to be put, was Commandant Wise. Drake just slumped over, well that was it, and this was to be the boss man’s new mech. Drake couldn’t blame him. The boss had been piloting an Oggun for the last 10 years and giving up all of the better mechs to his other pilots. But it was sad that he wouldn’t get to pilot this bad boy even once. He knew that the Commandant would never let anyone pilot his own private mech. So he got to waxing.
Several hours and 4 drums of wax later, Drake finally finished the last bit of polish onto the Torrent. It was a thing of beauty to behold. It shined from every light that shone on it. He might not get to pilot it, but it would be a sight to see never the less. Drake heard a whistle and turned around.
“That there is one of the sexiest pieces of machine I have ever had my hands in. Well you did a hell of a job there Drake.” Michael commented. “Anyway, here is that contact info, and our current budget. You’re welcome to it.”
Drake nodded and looked at the budget; it was a lot bigger than he thought. The boss definitely was a cheapskate and was happy he was, sitting there in the budget was now over 120 niodes. There was almost enough niodes to gamble, for another shot at getting a second Torrent. So Drake spent the night going through the stockpile of weapons that they had on hand and going over the weapons that were available to order. He had one shot at this and he wasn’t going to lose.
The next morning, tired beyond belief, Drake walked into the Commandant’s office and laid out his plan. The Commandant sat there, his hands interlaced as he listened to his pilot go over the inventory, what could be replaced what was still of use, and what they could buy. At the end, Drake made his gamble.
“And after everything is purchased we will have over 150 niodes, enough to purchase another niode mech, particularly, another Torrent. Which if we got a hold of this mech now we could save us from having to work with only one of these.” Drake stated.
“Excellent work, but I want to make a few adjustments. I will look over your plan and have Michael come in and talk with me once he has a moment.” Commandant Wise said as he looked over the inventory and outline of Drake’s plan.
Drake walked out and told Michael that once he was done. Michael grumbled and dived back into the cockpit of the Sever he had been repairing after its recent battle. Drake spent the rest of the day loading his Ammonite with ammo, and doing a system check. As he was signing out for the evening he saw that the boss was driving off towards the docks, probably to go gamble with his friends.
Later that evening, the Commandant was walking back from the pub when he felt an itch that just needed to be scratch, he needed to go play some dice and win him something fun. He went to the gambling hall and saw that they had another Torrent up for grabs.
He couldn’t resist so he walked over to the table and placed his bet on the dice roll for three chances at some vortex items. He took the dice in his hand and rolled. He watched as the dice rolled across the table. He knew that the Torrent would give him the edge that his team would need in these next few years. But he never could out right buy a mech when he could get more than what it is worth at the table. So he watched as the dice fell into place. He smiled.
The next morning, Drake woke up to the boss standing above him. “Wake up; you’ve got work to do. And I expect the plan to be adjusted once you go over the new inventory I picked up last night.” Drake sat up and frowned.
“You went out and gambled again last night, I saw you. Please don’t tell me you gambled away the Torrent, boss.” Drake moaned.
“It’s my job to run this outfit and there is no one pilot guaranteed any mech until I get a hold of it. So feel lucky that you’re employed and have a mech worth piloting.” Commandant Wise said as he walked off towards his office.
Drake crawled out of his bunk and headed for the field to get to work when he couldn’t believe his eyes. Sitting on the field next to a weapon’s crate was a brand new Torrent. As he walked up to look it over he saw Michael up near the cockpit painting a name under it. He was painting Drake Morningstar.
Submitted by Brian D. Wise#17026
Drake dreamed of what it would be like to pilot one of those Torrents and watch as the enemies scattered in fear of him hosing them down with laser fire as well as some of the commandant’s prized weapons he was able to win from some party he attended at the beginning of the new century. When his boss came back, and yelled at his pilots to unload his haul, drake drooled at the shiny Torrent sitting in the crate along with a handful of newly acquired weapons that the Commandant had won. The Commandants gambling addiction was known across 12 sectors. He would gamble for a chance at some of the best mechs and gear every chance he could afford to. The only problem was he was really good at it, he had once won three mechs playing dice on the mystery vortex, currently two of which were in his lines.
As Drake helped unload everything, he was jumping for joy at the chance to pilot this soon to be beast of a mech, until he noticed the sign the boss had put on it before it had even got here: Field Strip it, and Shelve it until the 2nd Skriag is fully upgraded. Drake’s heart plummeted into his stomach. That meant that this beautiful mech wouldn’t see the light of day for at least a year or so and by then he couldn’t guarantee that he would be the first one to pilot it.
The Commandant was of course a busy man, working on projects and had been sending out his men post haste to earn up more niodes for preparations for the next Clan War that was inevitably on the horizon. Drake worked extra hard, fighting against bosses like Tory, who the Commandant had a thing for, and Titan, one of the Commandant’s biggest rivals. Drake noticed that the Commandant’s weapons were sorely lacking and were no longer punching through enemies that they had once annihilated just a few months prior. So he came up with a plan, the boss had been discussing with some of the other Commanders in the RND league about him needing to field strip all of his mechs and reduce the waste and get his team ready for the next CW ahead of schedule, but he wasn’t sure on when he would do so. After the Commandant’s meeting Drake walked up to his employer and made him an offer that he couldn’t refuse.
“Sir, I couldn’t help overhearing that your wanting to start prepping for the next Clan War.” Drake stated as he saluted his employer.
“I am. What of it.” Commandant Wise said as he looked the pilot in the eye.
“Well, I am willing to put in all of the work for it if you’re willing to give me first crack at that sweet Torrent you got. “ Drake said with his eyes on the prize he so wanted.
“I am not about to let just any pilot get his hands on the best mech I’ve got under my command just for anything. You come to me with an inventory, a new load out for my max line and a proposal on what should go and what should replace them then we will talk. And until then I will not hear another word about it, and while you’re at it I want you to personally go polish the Torrent before its locked up in storage, and I want two coats of wax on it, not just one.” The Commandant stated as he started to walk off towards his office.
Drake stood there and wanted to punch something, the Commandant was the biggest cheapskate in three sectors and he knew it, but the one thing the Commandant was above that was loyal to his pilots. So if he had any hope of getting his hands on that Torrent, he would have to work his butt off. So, Drake walked off to go polish the Torrent as it was finished being field stripped by the Chief Mechanic, Michael “Blitz” Price.
Drake yelled, “Blitz, I need that mech when you’re done with it. The boss just ordered me to polish that thing before you store it.” Michael looked up at Drake who had finally made it from the main office to the main hanger where he was standing.
“You’re welcome to it, but use the mech hauler; I haven’t finished rewiring the controls yet.” Michael said as he grabbed a bite of his sandwich, and looked over the schematics of the Torrent. “You know that is going to be one hell of a mech once the boss gets a hold of the next sale. From what I hear, he is talking about making this his next priority after he finishes specing out his prized Skriag that he has had Vincent pilot for the last year. Plus with the new Skriag moved currently to the mop up line, we should be able to get a hell of a good run out of it as well.” Michael commented as Drake looked over his shoulder at the specs he was reading.
“You don’t say, well I made a deal with the boss and if I can get a complete list of the current weapons inventory and a list of what’s available from your contact, he might let me get my hands on this bad boy and take her for a spin.” Drake nodded towards the Torrent.
“Well I guess I can help you with that, as long as I don’t have to do any more pulling of weapons for a while. The boss has kept me busy with getting the whole damn force upgraded minus the Nakshi and that there Torrent. He said he can’t afford to upgrade everything until the parts go on sale.” Michael said as he finished his sandwich.
Drake nodded, and then ran to hanger three where there was an unused mech hauler sitting there. It was obvious that the boss had been on a tear recently and had been pushing his pilots since the start of the year. This next Clan War was going to be different; they had left behind several of their allies to move up the ranks to the top of the tier, the 82nd Omicrons’, the top of the RND chain. The last couple of years had been great working with the Immortals, but the boss had set his sights on the prizes and fame that were in the higher divisions. He wasn’t about to let the boss down.
As he got the Torrent loaded onto the Hauler, he noticed something. Wrote next to the cockpit, where the pilots name is to be put, was Commandant Wise. Drake just slumped over, well that was it, and this was to be the boss man’s new mech. Drake couldn’t blame him. The boss had been piloting an Oggun for the last 10 years and giving up all of the better mechs to his other pilots. But it was sad that he wouldn’t get to pilot this bad boy even once. He knew that the Commandant would never let anyone pilot his own private mech. So he got to waxing.
Several hours and 4 drums of wax later, Drake finally finished the last bit of polish onto the Torrent. It was a thing of beauty to behold. It shined from every light that shone on it. He might not get to pilot it, but it would be a sight to see never the less. Drake heard a whistle and turned around.
“That there is one of the sexiest pieces of machine I have ever had my hands in. Well you did a hell of a job there Drake.” Michael commented. “Anyway, here is that contact info, and our current budget. You’re welcome to it.”
Drake nodded and looked at the budget; it was a lot bigger than he thought. The boss definitely was a cheapskate and was happy he was, sitting there in the budget was now over 120 niodes. There was almost enough niodes to gamble, for another shot at getting a second Torrent. So Drake spent the night going through the stockpile of weapons that they had on hand and going over the weapons that were available to order. He had one shot at this and he wasn’t going to lose.
The next morning, tired beyond belief, Drake walked into the Commandant’s office and laid out his plan. The Commandant sat there, his hands interlaced as he listened to his pilot go over the inventory, what could be replaced what was still of use, and what they could buy. At the end, Drake made his gamble.
“And after everything is purchased we will have over 150 niodes, enough to purchase another niode mech, particularly, another Torrent. Which if we got a hold of this mech now we could save us from having to work with only one of these.” Drake stated.
“Excellent work, but I want to make a few adjustments. I will look over your plan and have Michael come in and talk with me once he has a moment.” Commandant Wise said as he looked over the inventory and outline of Drake’s plan.
Drake walked out and told Michael that once he was done. Michael grumbled and dived back into the cockpit of the Sever he had been repairing after its recent battle. Drake spent the rest of the day loading his Ammonite with ammo, and doing a system check. As he was signing out for the evening he saw that the boss was driving off towards the docks, probably to go gamble with his friends.
Later that evening, the Commandant was walking back from the pub when he felt an itch that just needed to be scratch, he needed to go play some dice and win him something fun. He went to the gambling hall and saw that they had another Torrent up for grabs.
He couldn’t resist so he walked over to the table and placed his bet on the dice roll for three chances at some vortex items. He took the dice in his hand and rolled. He watched as the dice rolled across the table. He knew that the Torrent would give him the edge that his team would need in these next few years. But he never could out right buy a mech when he could get more than what it is worth at the table. So he watched as the dice fell into place. He smiled.
The next morning, Drake woke up to the boss standing above him. “Wake up; you’ve got work to do. And I expect the plan to be adjusted once you go over the new inventory I picked up last night.” Drake sat up and frowned.
“You went out and gambled again last night, I saw you. Please don’t tell me you gambled away the Torrent, boss.” Drake moaned.
“It’s my job to run this outfit and there is no one pilot guaranteed any mech until I get a hold of it. So feel lucky that you’re employed and have a mech worth piloting.” Commandant Wise said as he walked off towards his office.
Drake crawled out of his bunk and headed for the field to get to work when he couldn’t believe his eyes. Sitting on the field next to a weapon’s crate was a brand new Torrent. As he walked up to look it over he saw Michael up near the cockpit painting a name under it. He was painting Drake Morningstar.
Submitted by Brian D. Wise#17026
Friday, September 4, 2015
Twas The Night Before Clan Wars By Monk Malone AKA "SGT" Ron Frye#879655
'Twas the night before clan wars,
and all thru the bay,
not a wrench was moving,
everyone gone for the day.
Monk, in his overalls,
a cuppa in his lap,
had just settled down,
for a liquor laced nap.
The mecha's were stored,
all snug in their stalls,
ready and waiting,
for the first battle calls.
When out on the drill floor,
There rose such a cacophony,
That Monk fell out of his chair,
And spilled his "quote" coffee.
He ran thru the locker room,
and out into the service dock,
still pulling on his boots,
and cursing his socks.
When what to his bloodshot,
eyes should appear,
a shiny new red ant,
it's origins, unclear.
It's pilot was hidden,
behind smoky, bullet proof, Plexiglas,
but it's voice on the loudspeaker,
put Monk on his ass.
It touched off it's jump jets,
from it's engines came a whistle,
and shot into the air,
like a short range guidance missile.
It landed on a hover platform,
and locked in it's sights,
on the now prostrate form,
of our hero in his plight.
"I come from the Clan of Censor's,
my fine little fellow.",
Came the words from the mech,
Like a digital bellow.
"Your words are offending,
your prose lacking and low,
and your grammar and syntax,
have MUCH room to grow."
"We have read your articles,
and smart ass little rants,
and we are sick of your nonsense,
you puny piss ant!"
"So take this as a warning,
clean up your act,
and prepare to type up,
a massive retract!"
Monk sat up and blinked,
thru whiskey shocked eyes,
then started to laugh,
so hard that he cried.
"What's so damn funny!"
The pilot demanded,
"Explain yourself, scum,
or prepare to be back handed!"
"Oh, please forgive me,"
The hysterical tech sobbed,
"But you are standing,
On a H.E. ammo pod!"
Then with a flick of his thumb,
Monk tapped the trigger,
To a remote detonator,
And ran with much younger vigor.
As mech parts rained,
All over the hall,
Monk exuberantly shouted,
"Happy Clan Wars, Y'all!"
Submitted by Monk Malone aka "SGT" Ron Frye#879655
and all thru the bay,
not a wrench was moving,
everyone gone for the day.
Monk, in his overalls,
a cuppa in his lap,
had just settled down,
for a liquor laced nap.
The mecha's were stored,
all snug in their stalls,
ready and waiting,
for the first battle calls.
When out on the drill floor,
There rose such a cacophony,
That Monk fell out of his chair,
And spilled his "quote" coffee.
He ran thru the locker room,
and out into the service dock,
still pulling on his boots,
and cursing his socks.
When what to his bloodshot,
eyes should appear,
a shiny new red ant,
it's origins, unclear.
It's pilot was hidden,
behind smoky, bullet proof, Plexiglas,
but it's voice on the loudspeaker,
put Monk on his ass.
It touched off it's jump jets,
from it's engines came a whistle,
and shot into the air,
like a short range guidance missile.
It landed on a hover platform,
and locked in it's sights,
on the now prostrate form,
of our hero in his plight.
"I come from the Clan of Censor's,
my fine little fellow.",
Came the words from the mech,
Like a digital bellow.
"Your words are offending,
your prose lacking and low,
and your grammar and syntax,
have MUCH room to grow."
"We have read your articles,
and smart ass little rants,
and we are sick of your nonsense,
you puny piss ant!"
"So take this as a warning,
clean up your act,
and prepare to type up,
a massive retract!"
Monk sat up and blinked,
thru whiskey shocked eyes,
then started to laugh,
so hard that he cried.
"What's so damn funny!"
The pilot demanded,
"Explain yourself, scum,
or prepare to be back handed!"
"Oh, please forgive me,"
The hysterical tech sobbed,
"But you are standing,
On a H.E. ammo pod!"
Then with a flick of his thumb,
Monk tapped the trigger,
To a remote detonator,
And ran with much younger vigor.
As mech parts rained,
All over the hall,
Monk exuberantly shouted,
"Happy Clan Wars, Y'all!"
Submitted by Monk Malone aka "SGT" Ron Frye#879655
Thursday, September 3, 2015
We're Still Here By Pat Willis#224534
Good day Ladies and Gents, just saying hi to let you know we are indeed still around. We have been giving our pages over to our contributors, and submitter s of late as opposed to ourselves (the editors). We have always said we are here for the players and lately we have been putting our niodes where our mouth is by publishing the avalanche of comics submissions we have received of late. So no worries we're still around, just letting the creativity of the players shine.
We are still going to be doing video on the site here, just need a bit more free time to put one together. Has anyone else noticed the limits on equipment pieces lately? It seems the higher the tonnage the more you run into restricted equipment. Pieces limited to X amount per piece allowed to own type limitations. Do you guys and gals think this is a good thing? Granted the numbers are like 100 per and such, but some folks have a ton of mechas and formations. So good, bad, or indifferent in your opinion?
So to wrap it up, we're still taking submissions of all sorts, we would love to run a mecha review on the new 100 ton mechas if anyone wants to do one for niodes, or we'll do it sooner or later. I have one of each but they are not fully leveled yet, and I would like the review to reflect the mecha at full level stats. So in short that is it for us. We'll be around, videos are coming, and send us those submissions. As always thanks for reading.
Submitted by Pat Willis#224534
We are still going to be doing video on the site here, just need a bit more free time to put one together. Has anyone else noticed the limits on equipment pieces lately? It seems the higher the tonnage the more you run into restricted equipment. Pieces limited to X amount per piece allowed to own type limitations. Do you guys and gals think this is a good thing? Granted the numbers are like 100 per and such, but some folks have a ton of mechas and formations. So good, bad, or indifferent in your opinion?
So to wrap it up, we're still taking submissions of all sorts, we would love to run a mecha review on the new 100 ton mechas if anyone wants to do one for niodes, or we'll do it sooner or later. I have one of each but they are not fully leveled yet, and I would like the review to reflect the mecha at full level stats. So in short that is it for us. We'll be around, videos are coming, and send us those submissions. As always thanks for reading.
Submitted by Pat Willis#224534
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
The new Century Festivity Pt. I By Alexandre Wei Lebedeff #16172
It's Year 3300.
Sees the Captain on the calendar hanging on the wall, January to be more precise.
“ Damn my eyes hurt, I hate this Rizpah dawn."
The Captain gets up from the bed and walk towards the room's window and gazes at the horizon.
“ What I've been doing this whole time..."
“ I think I've wasted enough time already.
The Captain has been out of action for 25 years now, After Clan Wars XVI fiasco He had little activity in the Mecha World, The Captain was felling unwell and decided to take some vacations at some Rizpah resort, Recently, Came to his knowledge that some festivity where going all around the Mecha Galaxy, Knowing that, The Captain decided to check what was going on and revisit some old friends.
“ Hmmm... Time for that ol' spiced at Cogwreck Saloon.
Ariving at Cogwerk Port, Grasp that nostalgic feeling of the unchanging aura of Cogwerk, Lowlifes, Black Market Dealers, Vulgar Ladies, And all the No Good Lads... A place that a pirate would call home.
Heading to District 45, The Home of the Drunkards, All you'll see in this district are Bars, Pubs, Saloons... Or whatever you call a place that sells some Booze.
At the end of the seventh corner you will find CogWreck Saloon, Frankly the place looks like an Anzu that has been chewed by a pack of Giguses, A really unpleasant look, But despite of the appearance, It's impossible to find a place that will offer you a better drink.
As the Captain enters, The Half-Blinded old Bartender greets:
- Welcome to the ol' CogWreck Saloon, A place were you can get your energy replenished.
The Captain aware of his blindness say with a wry smile:
- Hey, Old man, Gimme that Wrecked ol' Spiced.
As the Bartender Hear this words in the right tone, He forces one of his opaque eyes to open insanely, Almost like it's going to pop out of his face, And slowly leans towards the Captain, He kept staring at the Captains face for a few minutes, Then rapidly leans back and start.
- Hey, Are... Are you REALLY who I think you are?
- For sure it's me!... So you still remember?
- No, It's not possible... Wade?
The Captain confused.
“ Who the f... is Wade?!?
Old man stars again:
- Hmmm... Hmmmm... Carl?
- No
- Welton?
- Damn Old man, No.
- Oh it's you Larry.
The Captain irritated Hits the Bar, and Old man quickly Replies:
- You know the rules, You break anything here I'll put into your count Alexandre.
- So now you remember my name, I see that money always make you record stuff, Vito you are mercenary bastard.
Vito starts moving to take some cups and some beverage while talking:
- But hey, Weren't you retired?
- Nah, I'm never retired, I was just having some rest, So many things happened, I've made so much mistakes, Dang, I don't wanna talk about that.
While Vito pours the drink he asks:
- So what do you wanna talk about?
- Damn I wish i knew, You are the info guy around here, Give me something.
- Hmmm... There is something that might be interesting, As the new century just turned, There might be something quite festive at Andrew's Mechchop Shop...
- Hey what's that? Just that no more info?
- Shut up kid, Just finish a few glasses and head there, You'll find right away what I'm talking about.
The Captain patiently finishes his drink, Search dig deep his pockets to find some coins to pay for the drink, Leave some coins in the bar and start heading out, When Vito start saying:
- Hey!, I may be blind but I'm no stupid, Those bottle caps aren't even made out of Ferrite just gimme the damn cash.
- Oh gimme a break Old man, After I'll give you 1 ton of Ferrite, I promise
- Damn son, That's why this place look like crap... Well I'll that ton.
Almost exiting the CogWreck Saloon the Captain screamed to Vito:
- Hey! Old man, Spread the word, I'm back!
- To hell with that lad, Go and win some Circuits for yourself. And also wreck some havoc to be on the top lists and people will know that ur back.
- Hahahaha, I'll do that, Till the next booze Old man.
Roaming through Cogwerk, Captain greeted some old friends, Paid some debts with some pretty shady guys and was finally heading to Andrew's Mechchop Shop.
Strangely enough it was closed, Though there were some sounds coming from the inside, The Captain starts Scouting the place, He finds a chained door with a big and mean padlock on it.
“ Hmmm... I have an idea.
Without hesitation The Captain Draws his Laser Handgun and shoots the padlock and removes the chains, The door is kinda stiff to open and made a high pitch sound when opened alerting some people.
More than 10 Lads with Pipes, Wrenches, Hammers and other mean looking tools start approaching the Captain and he says:
- Hey fellas I'm kinda lost. Eh, Can you guys give me directions?!
One of the guys approaching says:
- Ah! Lost eh... Take that corner over there, It leads straight to... HELL!
*Swings an Iron pipe at the Captain.
The Captain went down, Smoked ugly and tied to a chair in... What it looked like a cleaning room.
As the Captain awoke, Some lads Started asking things:
- Hey fool, What do you want here uh?
- UH UH!!! Say something! Bastard!!!
- UUUUHHh?!?!?!
The Captain confused tries to say:
- What kind of moron makes an interrogatory like th...
*Receives a punch.
- Uhhhh Who is the Moron now EH?!
The Captain Start saying:
- Damn fool, If you punch me again I'll call my mom.
- Hahahaha look... What a baby lame ass, go ahead go call ur mum.
Suddenly the door slams, Andrew enters says:
- No don't do that, Don't call your mom.
The Lad confused say:
- The hell ur saying boss.
- Damn fool, Mom is a damn well equipped Gigus of his, Untie him now!
While the lad was removing the ropes from the Captain, Andrew started apologizing:
- I'm sorry Alex, those morons didn't knew you.
- Hmmm... Maybe that or your greeting methods changed eh.
Untied, The Captain stands up and starts walking toward Andrew saying:
- Well... That's past right? Whateva... But by the way, What are you doing here that Vito said it would be interesting?
- Hmmm... Follow me.
Traveling deep into some hangars, we arrive at a big sliding door, Andrew says:
- This is for the dawn of the century, this is a goldmine of sort.
He pushes a button and the sliding door start opening, Revealing, The amazing yet illegal rainbow that was there, Shocked the Captain says:
- Damn man, if the authorities find this you are dead meat.
- Oh and it is not only that, Come to my office let me explain my amazing plan.
Upon entering Andrew's office, He offers the Captain to sit down while Andrew grabs a handheld computer and start clicking to find something making annoying beep sounds, When it finally the beeping stops he gives a sly smile and start explaining:
- So I have a video showing my product, That soon will be aired at G.G. News TV program.
- Just like they will accept this illegal content.
- They don't have to accept.
- Uh!? How's that?
- I have a crew of Hackers that will Jam their signal while on air and show my video there.
- They will trace you back man...
- Tsc, I'm not dumb enough to let 'em trace me.
- Oh, They will and sometimes you can be real stupid or overconfident.
- That I know, But all they will find is a nice piece of nothing, you'll see, Believe me.
- Whatever, But don't count on me if there is no payment, Something useful or I'm out.
- Hmmm, How about a few Bioptics?
- Nope, no way.
- Ferrites?
- Man, You're really think your going to buy me with that?
- Alright alright, what about some free ants and some Hatorades?
The Captain gives a unpleased look.
- Ok ok, Some Niodes should do the trick right?
- Now we are talking.
After a while Andrew and Captain reach an agreement and start to initiate the plan, The Captain will provide help if the authorities start sniffing around.
It is night, The plan is about to take place, The Jammers are all set near enough the G.G. HQ, We are commanding the operation at a nearby abandoned house
Andrew looks anxious and The Captain start saying:
- Hey, Don't you think this is coming out too smooth?
- Yeah, After so much planning it should be this smooth.
- I still think it's weird.
It's almost time for the show to start, Andrew give some orders and check something, and say:
- Any minute now...
The G.G. TV News starts and Andrew give the order, The jamming starts.
Suddenly alarms start ringing, Something has happened, Andrew say out loud:
- Hey lads listen, We've reached our goal, Now scramble!
And whisper to the Captain:
- Let 'em see our product, I'm sure many many people will be interested.
- But hey, Haven't you said that they wouldn't find us
- Damn forget that and run, I'll find the traitor later...
Submitted by Alexandre Wei Lebedeff #16172
Sees the Captain on the calendar hanging on the wall, January to be more precise.
“ Damn my eyes hurt, I hate this Rizpah dawn."
The Captain gets up from the bed and walk towards the room's window and gazes at the horizon.
“ What I've been doing this whole time..."
“ I think I've wasted enough time already.
The Captain has been out of action for 25 years now, After Clan Wars XVI fiasco He had little activity in the Mecha World, The Captain was felling unwell and decided to take some vacations at some Rizpah resort, Recently, Came to his knowledge that some festivity where going all around the Mecha Galaxy, Knowing that, The Captain decided to check what was going on and revisit some old friends.
“ Hmmm... Time for that ol' spiced at Cogwreck Saloon.
Ariving at Cogwerk Port, Grasp that nostalgic feeling of the unchanging aura of Cogwerk, Lowlifes, Black Market Dealers, Vulgar Ladies, And all the No Good Lads... A place that a pirate would call home.
Heading to District 45, The Home of the Drunkards, All you'll see in this district are Bars, Pubs, Saloons... Or whatever you call a place that sells some Booze.
At the end of the seventh corner you will find CogWreck Saloon, Frankly the place looks like an Anzu that has been chewed by a pack of Giguses, A really unpleasant look, But despite of the appearance, It's impossible to find a place that will offer you a better drink.
As the Captain enters, The Half-Blinded old Bartender greets:
- Welcome to the ol' CogWreck Saloon, A place were you can get your energy replenished.
The Captain aware of his blindness say with a wry smile:
- Hey, Old man, Gimme that Wrecked ol' Spiced.
As the Bartender Hear this words in the right tone, He forces one of his opaque eyes to open insanely, Almost like it's going to pop out of his face, And slowly leans towards the Captain, He kept staring at the Captains face for a few minutes, Then rapidly leans back and start.
- Hey, Are... Are you REALLY who I think you are?
- For sure it's me!... So you still remember?
- No, It's not possible... Wade?
The Captain confused.
“ Who the f... is Wade?!?
Old man stars again:
- Hmmm... Hmmmm... Carl?
- No
- Welton?
- Damn Old man, No.
- Oh it's you Larry.
The Captain irritated Hits the Bar, and Old man quickly Replies:
- You know the rules, You break anything here I'll put into your count Alexandre.
- So now you remember my name, I see that money always make you record stuff, Vito you are mercenary bastard.
Vito starts moving to take some cups and some beverage while talking:
- But hey, Weren't you retired?
- Nah, I'm never retired, I was just having some rest, So many things happened, I've made so much mistakes, Dang, I don't wanna talk about that.
While Vito pours the drink he asks:
- So what do you wanna talk about?
- Damn I wish i knew, You are the info guy around here, Give me something.
- Hmmm... There is something that might be interesting, As the new century just turned, There might be something quite festive at Andrew's Mechchop Shop...
- Hey what's that? Just that no more info?
- Shut up kid, Just finish a few glasses and head there, You'll find right away what I'm talking about.
The Captain patiently finishes his drink, Search dig deep his pockets to find some coins to pay for the drink, Leave some coins in the bar and start heading out, When Vito start saying:
- Hey!, I may be blind but I'm no stupid, Those bottle caps aren't even made out of Ferrite just gimme the damn cash.
- Oh gimme a break Old man, After I'll give you 1 ton of Ferrite, I promise
- Damn son, That's why this place look like crap... Well I'll that ton.
Almost exiting the CogWreck Saloon the Captain screamed to Vito:
- Hey! Old man, Spread the word, I'm back!
- To hell with that lad, Go and win some Circuits for yourself. And also wreck some havoc to be on the top lists and people will know that ur back.
- Hahahaha, I'll do that, Till the next booze Old man.
Roaming through Cogwerk, Captain greeted some old friends, Paid some debts with some pretty shady guys and was finally heading to Andrew's Mechchop Shop.
Strangely enough it was closed, Though there were some sounds coming from the inside, The Captain starts Scouting the place, He finds a chained door with a big and mean padlock on it.
“ Hmmm... I have an idea.
Without hesitation The Captain Draws his Laser Handgun and shoots the padlock and removes the chains, The door is kinda stiff to open and made a high pitch sound when opened alerting some people.
More than 10 Lads with Pipes, Wrenches, Hammers and other mean looking tools start approaching the Captain and he says:
- Hey fellas I'm kinda lost. Eh, Can you guys give me directions?!
One of the guys approaching says:
- Ah! Lost eh... Take that corner over there, It leads straight to... HELL!
*Swings an Iron pipe at the Captain.
The Captain went down, Smoked ugly and tied to a chair in... What it looked like a cleaning room.
As the Captain awoke, Some lads Started asking things:
- Hey fool, What do you want here uh?
- UH UH!!! Say something! Bastard!!!
- UUUUHHh?!?!?!
The Captain confused tries to say:
- What kind of moron makes an interrogatory like th...
*Receives a punch.
- Uhhhh Who is the Moron now EH?!
The Captain Start saying:
- Damn fool, If you punch me again I'll call my mom.
- Hahahaha look... What a baby lame ass, go ahead go call ur mum.
Suddenly the door slams, Andrew enters says:
- No don't do that, Don't call your mom.
The Lad confused say:
- The hell ur saying boss.
- Damn fool, Mom is a damn well equipped Gigus of his, Untie him now!
While the lad was removing the ropes from the Captain, Andrew started apologizing:
- I'm sorry Alex, those morons didn't knew you.
- Hmmm... Maybe that or your greeting methods changed eh.
Untied, The Captain stands up and starts walking toward Andrew saying:
- Well... That's past right? Whateva... But by the way, What are you doing here that Vito said it would be interesting?
- Hmmm... Follow me.
Traveling deep into some hangars, we arrive at a big sliding door, Andrew says:
- This is for the dawn of the century, this is a goldmine of sort.
He pushes a button and the sliding door start opening, Revealing, The amazing yet illegal rainbow that was there, Shocked the Captain says:
- Damn man, if the authorities find this you are dead meat.
- Oh and it is not only that, Come to my office let me explain my amazing plan.
Upon entering Andrew's office, He offers the Captain to sit down while Andrew grabs a handheld computer and start clicking to find something making annoying beep sounds, When it finally the beeping stops he gives a sly smile and start explaining:
- So I have a video showing my product, That soon will be aired at G.G. News TV program.
- Just like they will accept this illegal content.
- They don't have to accept.
- Uh!? How's that?
- I have a crew of Hackers that will Jam their signal while on air and show my video there.
- They will trace you back man...
- Tsc, I'm not dumb enough to let 'em trace me.
- Oh, They will and sometimes you can be real stupid or overconfident.
- That I know, But all they will find is a nice piece of nothing, you'll see, Believe me.
- Whatever, But don't count on me if there is no payment, Something useful or I'm out.
- Hmmm, How about a few Bioptics?
- Nope, no way.
- Ferrites?
- Man, You're really think your going to buy me with that?
- Alright alright, what about some free ants and some Hatorades?
The Captain gives a unpleased look.
- Ok ok, Some Niodes should do the trick right?
- Now we are talking.
After a while Andrew and Captain reach an agreement and start to initiate the plan, The Captain will provide help if the authorities start sniffing around.
It is night, The plan is about to take place, The Jammers are all set near enough the G.G. HQ, We are commanding the operation at a nearby abandoned house
Andrew looks anxious and The Captain start saying:
- Hey, Don't you think this is coming out too smooth?
- Yeah, After so much planning it should be this smooth.
- I still think it's weird.
It's almost time for the show to start, Andrew give some orders and check something, and say:
- Any minute now...
The G.G. TV News starts and Andrew give the order, The jamming starts.
Suddenly alarms start ringing, Something has happened, Andrew say out loud:
- Hey lads listen, We've reached our goal, Now scramble!
And whisper to the Captain:
- Let 'em see our product, I'm sure many many people will be interested.
- But hey, Haven't you said that they wouldn't find us
- Damn forget that and run, I'll find the traitor later...
Submitted by Alexandre Wei Lebedeff #16172
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Mecha Wars By Brian D. Wise #17026 And Germán Jaramillo # 685605
Submitted by Brian D. Wise #17026 And Germán Jaramillo # 685605
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