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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Apr 25, 2011 8:09:50 GMT
“Ridiculous! That goddamn moron!” Making faces at the water, you curse your underling. Late for duty again! The synthetic sail skiff was jetting across the surface of the water. Oh the water! The only thing around for miles and miles and thousands of miles! Not exactly…but the entire damn world was underwater, even the air felt like it could drown you on this trashy backwater planet…pun unintended.
Finally! His house was coming into view, it looked like a scanty shack, made of dark green material. Synthetic hardening construct mixed with some natural materials from the planet’s ocean. Only the roof really had color thanks to its solar panel array, reflecting light, filtering it into a rainbow of colors like a prism. It just happened they were being filtered straight into your line of sight, forcing you to try and block it out with your gloved hand. Still, you squint and glare, partially due to the disturbing light, but mostly out of rage.
With the small boat not even fully stopping you leap up onto the floating deck upon which the house stood, quickly running to the door. His own boat was still here, in fact, yours just seemed to have collided with it. With your right hand slowly curling into a fist, you pull back, cocking your arm like the hammer of a pistol. “HEY! HEEEEEEEEEEYYYY!” Here it comes! A powerful thud echoes throughout the air, disturbing the peace of the rather calm waters. “RETARD! WAKE THE HELL UP!” You pull you arm back once more, letting go of your tensions, letting that arm and hand just come down on the door with the fury of hell. “DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENEB! YOU USELESS PIECE OF CRAP! GET OUT HERE!” Your arm reels back, ready to rain down on the door like a hammer, and Bam! Once, Bam! Twice, BAM! Again and again and again and again!
Tiring yourself out after viciously assaulting the door for about five minutes you pant vigorously, resting on your knees. “Deneb…” Some soldier he was, not even showing up to his post, it was already 10AM. Always messing something up.
A. Kick down the door
B. Keep on knocking
C. Chillax and wait a bit
D. Head back (to base)
Now, let me just establish a few things. This will be mainly sci-fi. Futuristic in all honesty. And the MC is a
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Apr 25, 2011 8:10:42 GMT
Oh and, let me say. You'll probably see me re-using some character or plot aspects. That probably means I thought it was a good idea.
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Post by overtninja on Apr 25, 2011 8:12:36 GMT
C
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Post by someclown911 on Apr 25, 2011 15:51:45 GMT
The MC is a... what? C
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Post by Mizu on Apr 25, 2011 19:11:03 GMT
A, we seem like a kick down the door kind of guy.
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Apr 25, 2011 19:42:02 GMT
You won't like it clown
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Post by vegeta on Apr 26, 2011 3:27:48 GMT
C vote - I'd vote A but I don't want this to be delayed.
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Apr 26, 2011 3:52:30 GMT
Letting out a relieving sigh you give up on the door, turning to lean backwards onto the wall of the house just beside the door. Waiting for a few minutes you consider his record. For as long as you could remember this guy was always slacking off. Wasn’t the point of joining the military to promptly serve the Union and its people? How the hell was he going to serve anyone if he never showed up for duty, “Military my ass!” You shout, hammering the door one last time with your fist.
Suddenly you hear the door’s rails whine as the door slides open. An electronic voice calls out, “Eh? Who is it? If it’s about book cl-“
Immediately swiveling on your heel you turn to face the door and Deneb, the man clad in a fully encasing helmet and boxers. “DEEEEEEEEENEEEEEEEEEEEB!” With your vocal chords straining you let out a thunderous roar as you grab the man’s head on each side, following up by pulling back your head. In a single powerful motion you come forward, delivering a powerful headbutt. Slam!
“Ow!”
“Whoa~!”
Seeing Deneb begin to fall backwards your vision turns topside, turning to the roof of the house and then the sky.
You attempt to control your fall, trying to balance yourself, wavering in the wind. “Chief!” Something grabs your ankles, slightly tugging you forward, but you can only fall backwards. Wait…what’s – water?
“YOU RET-“
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Soaking wet from the waist above you walk into Deneb’s rather crowded abode. “Sorry chief, hehehe, that was my bad.” He was scratching his helmet as if it were his damn hair…you’d never seen his face since you joined his police precinct 2 odd years ago, he always wore that weird helmet. It was pretty ferocious looking too… The face was mostly a black glossy prism, some sort of camera and monitor most likely. He always called you chief too…you were just the secondary officer of your unit, yet he tailed you addressing you as chief. He didn’t even call the real chief “chief”!
“You idiot…” You sniffle. Disregarding your little accident you move on. “Why the hell didn’t you show up today!”
“Eh? Well…t-t-that’s… I was sick! Yeah.”
“Moron! You’re not even wearing anything!” Moving swiftly you palm his helmet, knocking him around a bit. It was a mistake to headbutt that thing, but this would shake him up a bit. “You know we’re supposed to be helping the refugees today!”
“Y-yeah. Forgive me chief!” Deneb drops to his knees and puts his hands together, rubbing them. “Come on! Please?” You can only give a cold glare. “Pretty please?”
Crossing your arms, you make it definitive that you weren’t taking slack. “N – O. In any caase we need to get back on duty, the chief is expecting me to bring you back.”
“Ah”, He quickly gets son his feet, wagging his finger at you. “But you’re all wet. You’ll get sick if you don’t clean up! I’ll dry your clothes while you take a hot shower! How about it!” What a weirdo… “And I made spaghetti too! It’s over an hour back to the city, I bet you didn’t have breakfast again! Hahaha!”
Knocking his helmet again you quickly scold him, “Don’t get all high dumbass!”
Though shower and a meal didn’t sound so bad…Wait, no! Duty comes first! AAAAGH, he was always dragging you into trouble! Weighing the options you crazily rub your hair with both hands.
“H-hey…chief, you alright?”
A. Shower
B. Spaghetti
C. Get going to the city
D. Free choice
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Post by vegeta on Apr 26, 2011 4:03:56 GMT
C vote - This MC seems like a hardass.
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Post by overtninja on Apr 26, 2011 5:23:29 GMT
C
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Post by Mizu on Apr 26, 2011 13:24:30 GMT
C
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Apr 27, 2011 4:39:49 GMT
“No! You’re driving me crazy!” You immediately throw your wet officer’s cap at Deneb, making impact with a wet smack. “We need to get back to the city now! Get dressed and come out!”
“R-Roger that Ma’m” He stutters.
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“AAAA-CHOO!” You sneeze, accidentally releasing your hold on your hair, mid styling. “Ah, dammit…”
Deneb was playing with your officer’s cap, tipping it and balancing it on the edge of his fingers. “Ah, ah.”
“Don’t drop that!”
“Oh no!” The cap suddenly finds itself in the air, I dropped it!”
“You moron!” You let go of your hair once more, stumbling on the shaky boat, trying to get to the end. “NO!”
Suddenly Deneb’s gloved hand grabs the cap out of the air. “Ha, I had you going there chief. I wouldn’t actu-“ You kick him into the water, holding onto him by stamping on his legs, holding him underwater in a moving vehicle, catching your cap as it falls through the air.
“Dumbass! Quit messing around!” You shout as if he could hear you.
You reach down, grabbing his collar through the water and pull him back aboard the small ship.
“Oh my god chief! My entire life flashed before my eyes! I was surrounded by tons of beautiful women on my deathbed!”
“Dumbass…” You spitefully mutter, tying back your hair, soothing it out before tying it into a low bun. “Did you have another woman at your place last night?” You ask, curiously. He was always late when he had a girl over, which was almost every other day.
“Hahaha, yeah! You know me too well chief!” How did he even pick anyone up while wearing that ridiculous helmet all the time. “But I didn’t tap her or anything! Hahahaha!” His laugh was even more annoying thanks to the helmet’s electronic feedback, it virtualized his voice, giving it a digital sound. “I’m saving my virginity for a true lady! Like y-“
You quickly deliver a high kick to his face, cutting him off from finishing the sentence. Holding your foot to his face you pull on the officer’s cap. “As if…”
Finally, the city was in sight! It was certainly grabbing your attention, quite a grand view. A giant city rising up from the ocean, piercing the sky. The only major metropolis on the planet, only a small area was really colonized and this was the largest city. The population center, built upward rather than out. The simple organic curves and softness of the architectural design were quite a sight, unlike the Solar System Union’s capital. Quinas! Home…
“Hey chief, are we going to get straight to duty?” Deneb was trying to brush off water from his black armored suit.
“Of course you idiot! You’re already late, and you had to get me out there too!”
“You know, you could have just sent Akasa, I bet that lazy bastard is sleeping again!” The boat was pulling up to the dock, automatically aligning and docking itself with a dull thud, as the hull gently hit the dock.
“You shouldn’t be saying anything…”
“Ahh, come on chief. I’m not that bad!”
“…”
“Right?”
“…”
“H-hey…”
“…” Quietly and tensely you walk up the steps, getting out of the dock area and heading into the residential block B, where the military office was stationed, your apartment too.
Slowly running up to you, Deneb throws his arm over your shoulder. “Come on chief, ease up.”
You coldly shrug off his grip, making your way through the streets.
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In cold silence you make your way to the office, entering with Deneb in tow. A tall rugged, square jawed man was waiting for you, Chief Toby. The red optics of his cybernetic eye implant scanning you up and down. “Chief! Reporting for duty!” You give a tight salute, clicking your heels.
“Ah good, You brought Deneb.”
“Yes sir!” Seeing Deneb failing to salute as well you quickly elbow him, forcing him to salute as well.
“Hahaha, ease up.” Chief Toby says, his voice calm and relaxed. “But it’s good you two made it.”
“I was going to send Akasa to check out a disturbance but you two might be better.”
“Hey hey, I thought we were helping the refugees out?”
“Well, it’s up to you”, Chief Toby points at you, “I doubt it’s a really big deal.”
A. Helping refugees
B. Check out the disturbance
C. Check out what other calls there are at the moment (Make up a situation if you like)
1. Find a lost pet
2. Check up on the gang informant
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Post by vegeta on Apr 27, 2011 5:15:07 GMT
B vote
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Post by Mizu on Apr 27, 2011 15:31:38 GMT
B2
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Apr 27, 2011 18:38:48 GMT
1 and 2 are under C
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Post by Forte on Apr 28, 2011 3:53:04 GMT
B vote.
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Apr 28, 2011 5:32:28 GMT
“Hey chief,” Deneb whispers lowly, “Let’s go help those poor ref-“
“We’ll get right on that disturbance Chief Toby!” You give a sharp salute.
“Agh, damn”, shooting a glare you make sure Deneb salutes as well.
“Very well, dismissed. Oh and, take your firearms just in case. The log didn’t have a lot of details” Chief Toby warns. He had one of his hunches…
Running down to the garage area of the military police base you find a spare police cruiser, opening the door and getting in, placing your modular pistol in the built in holster of the car. When you see Deneb sliding across the hood of the vehicle to the other side you can’t help be facepalm. Immediately at he enters the car you scold him, “You moron! I told you to stop doing that!”
“Can’t help it chief! It’s a habit of mine to be cool at all ti-“ You promptly palm his helmet, shaking up his head, keeping him from finishing the sentence.
Placing your palm on the central dashboard of the car you let the cybernetic enhancements activate the vehicle, the engine roaring once, twice, thrice before calming to a gentle hum.
“[User Identified, Welcome Lieutenant]”
“Let’s go!” Your foot slams down on the pedal, the engine once again roaring, flaring up like one of the world’s native aquatic beasts. The vehicle launches, the pressuring pushing you into the back of your seat as the vehicle vaults off the ramp out of the garage, skidding onto the street and charging ahead.
“Jeez chief! Toby said it wasn’t a big deal!”
“He said probably!” You curtly correct, pushing down the pedal harder as your brain interfaces with the vehicle’s computer, bringing up the mission details and the route to the call origin inside your very mind. “Link up Deneb!”
“Do I have to?”
“YES!”
“Fine fine!” He touches the side of his helmet, rings of lights coming to life, signaling the interface between man and machine…or rather cybernetic man and machine.
Like a wild animal the car made good time to the location. A clean city street, a residential block, rows of apartment buildings stacked side by side reaching up into the sky. “Cidmar Street…Hmm…Weird, nothing here chief.”
Not a single person outside…There was just a single truck, parked on the side of the road. It was rather large, marked “Phobos”, a large manufacturing firm in the city. They made mechanical droids and vehicles. “Hey…chief…there aren’t any details on what the disturbance is.”
You quietly eye the truck.
“You think?”
A. “Let’s go check it out!”
B. Call in to chief Toby
C. Wait for something to happen
D. Go door to door and see if anyone can give some info
E. Get out and shoot up the truck
F. Free choice
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Post by Forte on Apr 28, 2011 5:36:48 GMT
D vote.
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Post by vegeta on Apr 28, 2011 10:27:27 GMT
D vote
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Apr 29, 2011 6:55:46 GMT
“Nah, it’s nothing chief. But just to be sure why don’t we just hang around a bit!”
“Slacker…you’re not getting off so easy.” Briskly walking to a doorstep you place your thumb on the digital interface, ringing the signal bell. “We’re going to go see what the neighborhood has to say!”
“Come on chief~”
“Shut up and do it!” You bark sharply. Shrugging it off Deneb grumbles and makes his way to a different door, ringing the bell as well.
“…” A minute…then two…then three…Ring again, you think, pressing down the interface, once more. No one home? Oddly enough, despite your waiting no one comes. Probably out…”Yeah…” You reassure yourself.
But the next door was the same…and then the next. Before long you easily passed half an hour trying to find someone home, but nothing! “Where the hell is everyone!” In a fit of rage you deliver a powerful kick to the door in front of you, your boots leaving a dirty mark on the white synthetic polymer construct.
“Hey chief…this street…wasn’t it cleared out recently due to a sea mushroom infestation?”
“W-what? WHAT?!?!”
“C-calm down! I’m just sayin’. I remember something about it on the news.” He nervously waves his hands in protest, trying to back out of the situation. “Maybe everyone’s just…” On vacation? Where…the ocean? Hah!
“Why don’t we just rel-“ You shoot him a dirty glare. “I mean…call it in and head back!” With a short sigh you stare down the door to the apartment complex once more, cradling your head to and fro. Maybe the truck…you think, turning to the Phobos truck. It was pretty large, a bit weird to see something like that parked in a residential district…Looked like a cargo vehicle.
A. Call it in and report back to HQ
B. Relax like Deneb wanted
C. Kick down the door in front of you and see what’s up
D. Go inspect the truck calm
E. Go inspect the truck and shoot it up
F. Free choice
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Post by vegeta on Apr 29, 2011 6:58:04 GMT
F - Call it in and wait for response from HQ
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Post by Mizu on Apr 29, 2011 21:44:59 GMT
E
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Post by Yushinoki on Apr 29, 2011 21:57:08 GMT
Vegeta's F
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 2, 2011 19:06:43 GMT
"We're gonna call it in"
"Ye-"
"And wait here until HQ responds."
"Aww...come on chief, let's ju-"
"Shut up..." You sharply remark, cutting off his sentence as you make your way to the squad car. The door slides open automatically at your presence, allowing you to take a seat inside. With your fingers you trace the holographic panel on the dashboard, letting the machine directly interface with your mind.
"Hello?"
"Tara?" You think, allowing the conversation to begin.
"Ah, Lieutenant, how are you?" A sweet thoughtful voice answers.
"I'm fine, I need to report on the disturbance in Cidmar street."
"Hmm, ok, go ahead Lieutenant!"
"Alright, Deneb and I came to investigate the reported disturbance, but the entire neighborhood block is empty, no one around. According to Deneb it was cleared out due to some infestation. There is a Phobos truck here though, just sitting here."
"Hmm. Well according to our database, the street was indeed cleared out, but it looks like the infestation was subdued a few days ago. Probably just waiting for some clearance from the city. Is there anything on your mind Lt.?"
"It's just weird, there's only one truck here, no people, and no sign of a disturbance. You think it was a prank call?"
"Hmm, well. It's logged under orange label in the database, so whoever filed it took it seriously." Maybe they had the log. "Strange...there's no recording of the original call." Smart girl...she answered ahead of time.
"Well, alright. Thanks for the help Tara."
"Would you like to return to headquarters Lt.? I could transfer a regular patrol over to check the scene."
A. Yes
B. No
C. Stay and have the other car come over
IF B OR C
1.Ask for clearance to check the Phobos truck
2. Don't ask
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Post by Forte on May 2, 2011 23:54:38 GMT
B and 1
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