Seas of Metal
#1
Posted 05 May 2008 - 03:59 PM
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#2
Posted 19 May 2008 - 03:46 PM
He walked around the outside of the ship, checking for any abnormalities. He checked the gun turrets, the autocannons, his custom-made rocket pods, the EMP emitters, and the advanced-detection systems.
Then he moved inside. Matrix broadcasters checked green, Jar said. Flight Controls cehcked out, and all other crucial operating systems were green. The ship had been recently restocked with ammunition and food; the Caedes was green for operation.
The captain of the ship then stepped back into the giant dome. Walking over to the control tower, he recieved the go-ahead for mission commence and had the loudspeakers of the hangar (which also ran into the crew locker room) broadcast the crew-now-boarding call.
One of the flight engineers on ground duty looked to Jonas. "Flight of the last dreadnaught, I've heard. What happened to all the others"
"The Volatus ran clean into a wall - pilot got drunk, didn't check his nav set even with the alarms blaring. When the recovery ships got there, the squids had already burnt everything. All we recovered from that one was the black box. After that there was the Tempestas, which got swarmed during an operation and couldn't give an EMP without killing every non-natural onboard. It's autocannons took out more than seven hundred sentinels before the crew began to jack out. By then it was too late - five thousand more had shown up and there were still three crewmen in the Matrix. It was bombed until all that was left was a hoverfeild generator lying on the ground of the tunnel. Hopefully this run goes better than those... my last one was a close call.
Now where the hell is my crew?"
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#3
Posted 19 May 2008 - 04:12 PM
"Sooooooooo, when do I get to drive this baby? It's pretty simple, just like a learjet 5100 except for the wargear and EMPs"
He turned hopefully to the captain and tussled with the metal port on the back of his head. He only got it the week before when he took the red pill and it still felt very artificial.
Hyperion walked down the stairs and joined the rest of crew boarding the craft.
"Let's roll people!" He chuckled and hopped aboard.
I kill who I want when I want......... watch your back........
#4
Posted 20 May 2008 - 07:34 AM
"well... lets do this" he said standing up and stretching
Steveo had now been freed for about a month, where he had trained extensively in the training exercises, he had most of the downloaded skills everyone has, but on top of that he decided to get a few extra in martial arts, and he had now become very fast and much more acrobatic then he was before in the matrix...
#5
Posted 20 May 2008 - 05:41 PM
He walked past Jonas and as he did he patted him on the back, "here we go again mate."
BOOM-chik-chik-BOOM
#6
Posted 21 May 2008 - 12:30 PM
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#7
Posted 22 May 2008 - 07:59 AM
"well, they better hurry up, i hate waiting around...
the way i see it, i spent my whole life up till a month ago waiting to wake up... now i dont want to have to wait for anything for long, i want to get on with my life."
again the vast field flashed into Steveo's mind
"i just cant get over that... its so... unbelievable" he said to himself...
#8
Posted 22 May 2008 - 02:28 PM
Slowly and painfully, the cogs in his brain began to turn, and he realised what he probably had to do. His friend Blade kicked him as he went past, grinning an utterance of "Wake up, ya moron." Fission made a feeble attempt to throw a can at him, but he was already gone. His groaned, and rolled off the bench to the floor. The sharp pain in his ribs acted as a wake up call, and he scrambled to his feet. He glanced about himself, and briefly felt sorry for whichever clean-up team had to waste their time on his mess. Then the moment passed, and he staggered out to the docking bays.
He recognised the captain. John? James? His befuddled mind didn't know, or particularly care. Fission had not served under him before, but he was fairly sure that this captain's prestige was well known. As he thought this, he wandered vaguely towards the ramp and, giving the lazy salute of the Zion-weary, clambered aboard.
Ever stop to think and forget to start again?
There are 10 kinds of people in this world: Those who understand binary and those who don't.
FZM and Vort don't do tag wrestling...but if they did, they'd probably be the worst tag-wrestlers in the world.
Oh for fuck's sake!
#9
Posted 22 May 2008 - 09:32 PM
92% of teens have moved onto rap. If you are part of the 8% that still listen to real music, copy and paste this into your signature.
#10
Posted 23 May 2008 - 12:29 AM
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#11
Posted 23 May 2008 - 08:28 AM
"How can we tell if everyone is here? there not about to say 'oh yeah, im not here!'... Well, its up to you to decide, do we wait and see, or go... besides, if they are much later then they are probably pretty incompetent, we dont need incompetent crew members."
it was true, most of the time incompetent people ended up dead, or worse, put their team in danger... the last thing they needed was more danger...
#12
Posted 25 May 2008 - 04:02 PM
He got into the cockpit and looked at Jar; who doubled not only as the ship's operator but its pilot as well. "Get us to operating level. Preferably somewhere the machines haven't found yet: try sector Zed 12 T."
=======Later, at operating depth...=========
The crew had gathered in the plug room for their mission brief. "We're looking for a potential redpill calling himself Xenon. Previous crews have made contact, but he prefers to stay hidden as best is posisble. In White Hall you'll all get details loaded with your weapons. Who wants first ins?"
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#13
Posted 26 May 2008 - 12:10 AM
Ever stop to think and forget to start again?
There are 10 kinds of people in this world: Those who understand binary and those who don't.
FZM and Vort don't do tag wrestling...but if they did, they'd probably be the worst tag-wrestlers in the world.
Oh for fuck's sake!
#14
Posted 26 May 2008 - 10:39 AM
"besides, i would find it hard to stand, let alone work well in the matrix, if i was that drunk, or hungover..." he sent a cheeky smile in Fission's direction...
#15
Posted 29 May 2008 - 01:08 PM
The two volunteers clambered into their seats, where Jar proceeded to jack them in.
"I'll be going in after everyone gets in. Who's next, I know you wnat some..."
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#16
Posted 29 May 2008 - 02:11 PM
Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 10 June 2008 - 02:17 PM.
Ever stop to think and forget to start again?
There are 10 kinds of people in this world: Those who understand binary and those who don't.
FZM and Vort don't do tag wrestling...but if they did, they'd probably be the worst tag-wrestlers in the world.
Oh for fuck's sake!
#18
Posted 31 May 2008 - 03:11 PM
EDIT
Erm, Looks like the post moving isn't going to work the way I thought it was... We'll have to wait until everyone has gotten into the gun room, and then have FZM do a copypaste of his post.
Edited by Copaman, 31 May 2008 - 03:24 PM.
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
#19
Posted 01 June 2008 - 11:33 AM
He was suddenly stading in a white room, with a few others around him, he walked up to fission, "y'alrite mate, long time no see"
His new looking white leather jacket swayed as he walked forward, "shall we get this over and done with then?!"
Edited by war_angel, 03 June 2008 - 02:00 PM.
BOOM-chik-chik-BOOM
#20
Posted 03 June 2008 - 07:53 PM
He was in the room. His appearence, however, had been loaded a bit off... The glasses were missing. A set of aggressively styled, orange lensed sports shades completed his appearence code.
He looked about at the massive racks of guns, all pre-coded and then manipulated to his liking. He was standing next to his favorite combo: Two Combat Knives which he strapped on to his legs just above his boots, Two Desert Eagles which he put into holsters on his hips, Two MP7s which he slung around his front, and a single 6-Gauge Sutomatic Combat Shotgun which was slung around his back. The associated crew walked around to find their setups.
If you meet me:
Have some courtesy,
Have some sympathy,
And some taste.
Use all your well-learned politesse,
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
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