Curse of the Viper Forum RPG - Capture Dat Flag!

[Ryqoshay]

   "Perfect." Quentin thinks to himself as the mechanically enhanced lass turns away from him and grouses further to Atrius. "It would have been an honor," he says aloud, "to have been killed by such a lovely maiden's hand... or arm, as it were..."

   The engineer's daughter seems offended by the other girl's outburst and says something about martial training that sparks ideas in his head. "I shall take my leave, sir." He salutes the Viper again, though his new commander appears to be focused more on some kid who looks like he should still be in high school.

   The Executor trots after the Greenfield woman, quickly matching her stride. "If it is physical training you wish to receive, I simply must offer my services. I assure you, you shall not find yourself disappointed."

[Durbs]

Wesley is calmly sitting cross-legged in his meditative position when suddenly the entrance door flies open and a woman dashes in. He flinches, startled by the sudden noise, but recovers quickly and stands up.

"Hey!" Wesley exclaims. "You're the one who...! Who...!"

He stops and looks at her, not very confident at all about her mental state with their previous encounter.

"You're Rellia...?" he says, carefully. "What are you doing here?" he asks before realizing he himself shouldn't really be here either. She seems not to be terribly interested in answering him, however.

[EmmaNigma]

"Hmph. I plan on staying on the plane for the most part anyways. Feels more like home. You've got beer and comforts if I need them, and it looks like we'll have no shortage of trips. That's all I need. And yes, Erin is fine." Expatrus leans back in her stool, keeping balance, before huddling over her beer once more, cigar resting on an ashtray.

[MysticKnightFF5]

Rellia turns and stares at him for a moment, then bellows out a somewhat ohmyshitwhatisthiswomandoing crazy laugh. She stares him dead in the eye with a very... misplaced grin. "I'm here to pick up my explosives and my sword... now what are you doing here? Don't you know we could all die if you accidentally set something off?"
She laughs again.... ohmyshitwhatisthiswomandoing. She closes the door behind and picks up her personnel heat sword in the dark--something she was trained to do. She draws it, creating an eerie orange glow between the two... making her appear as though a jack-o-lantern outta Hell.
Rellia waves it aside and extends her hand, "It's great to meet you Wesley! For the most part, you should be cover firing for Bulli, alright? You're a sniper, right? If not, I'm sorry, I get so confused sometimes!" she greets in a very... disarming, cheerful tone, "And is there any questions?"

[Durbs]

Wesley, more than a little off-put, slowly shakes her hand and nods. "I don't think I've met your 'Bulli' yet... but alright. I'm as close to a sniper as you can get these days, so yes, you're correct about that. I use a 175mm cannon... not exactly a sniper rifle, but we don't have any in stock from what I've seen. I'd love to get my hands on one, but what're you gonna do?"

"Anyways... I do have one question. Did you loose a member on your last mission? I heard Atrius mention it, and he was questioning why so many new recruits were being sent in. I don't mean to impose- I go where they tell me- but... why did the higher-ups replace one with so many? I asked them to put me in Special Operations, but they put me here instead. No offense to all of you, of course."

[MysticKnightFF5]

Rellia's expression changes extremely suddenly to being full of scary emotions to happy emotions to the old her, apathetic. "You see, one of our members betrayed us. So we promptly killed her. As for you, you're here because believe it or not, we are Special Ops, and someone as skilled as her needed to be replaced by multiple new people rather than one. That, or they noticed how poorly balanced our team was. Either way, you're here to fill in the missing hole from skill. Try not to pussy out when blood sprays in your face--and pray it won't be your blood."
With that she shrugs, opens the door, turns to him, and smacks him across the face with what turned out to be a toy heat sword. "And don't trust your allies, they might try to slice you open with a toy heat sword or something crazy and outlandish like that." she says in the same monotone as days past, then she snickers and walks off.

[Durbs]

Wesley watches her leave, still no less frightened of her than before.

'I should probably find this 'Bulli' she mentioned... and perhaps meet the rest of the group too,' he decides, leaving the storage room to search for them. 'Let's start with the hangar. If he's not there, at least I can check over my Zaku.'

[Celdia]

"Somehow I get the feeling that 'your services' aren't exactly what I had in mind...Executor did you say your callsign was?' May responds with a bemused smile, stumbling a bit on the odd nickname. "How did you ever end up with a designation like that? Being in Rasczak's squad, I'd expect someone to come out of it with a callsign like 'Executioner' with how he leads...if the rumors are to be believed, that is."

[RavenOfRazgriz]

(OOC:  Everyone's Character Sheets are now up-to-date, including stats, abilities, etc.  I'm expanding the game to 8 players, and Durbs, Ryqoshay, Mitsuru, and Randomname are all in.  We are beyond full and I am going to need to use weeaboo magic to make this game work with 9 PCs total, but I'll figure something out.

EDIT:  Also, the next Battle will be a Simulation Battle, and will start in 48 hours from the time of this post, or Saturday at 12:26 AM.  Please make sure you've got all your Free-RP stuffed wrapped up before then and that everything on your Character Sheet is indeed correct.)

[Ryqoshay]

   "I am hurt, m'lady." Quentin says with a slight frown. "I assure you," he holds his chin high with pride, "that I maintain the utmost level of gentlemanliness in my martial instruction."  His upturned palm is level with his chin as he accentuates his speech with movement. "As far as the Roughnecks are concerned, I should suspect a fair number of the rumors you may have heard are true, if not all of them. Additionally, I am most certainly capable of being an executioner if ordered to be thus." He pushes an errant strand of ebony hair back over his shoulder. "However, I fancy myself a lover rather than a fighter. This war has forced many to fight who would rather not. In order to survive in this world, I became Rasczak's Executor, and now I am to be the Viper's." He sighs. "C'est la vie..." He makes a 'W' with his arms as he shrugs.

[Celdia]

  May frowns a bit as Quentin rambles on. "Well some of us welcome the fighting. More than a few of us believe it was something long in coming." She stops walking finally, arriving at the docking bay for Merrygate where some cranes are lifting the front plate of her mobile suit back into place. She looks up at it, not meeting Quentin's gaze as she continues to talk, her voice edged with steel. " 'A lover rather than a fighter' you say. Your actions don't seem to match with your lack of conviction from the sound of it." Crossing her arms over her chest, May shifts her weight a bit and sighs quietly. "I can't imagine anyone who has felt the oppression laid upon Zeon by the E.F. to feel so blasé about this war. Let me guess...you were born Earthside, weren't you?" She finally turns to face him again, still frowning slightly. "If I'm right, I'll admit I'm more than a little curious as to why you're fighting for Zeon."

[Ryqoshay]

   "Side 6, actually." The Executor quickly corrects her, almost cutting her off. "Born and raised. And please forgive my 'blasé' attitude, I shall not deny that I joined the military in order to avoid the desk life that was planned for me." The somatic compliments to his speech lessen as he continues. "I am acutely aware of the reasons behind this war, and I do not mean to make light of it in any way, shape or form. My loyalties to Zeon are absolute, I assure you. Please recall I merely said I 'fancy' myself a lover rather than a fighter." He draws in a long breath. "Rasczak's only rule is that everyone fights. I would not be standing here beside you had I not excelled at following that rule." His voice becomes grave as his eyes lose their luster for a moment. "The E.F. shall fall. The colonies will be free. And I shall fight with everything I am to such end." A sly grin tugs at the edge of his mouth. "However," his prior demeanor reappears instantly, "one can hardly fault me for dreaming of a world where this war was unnecessary from the beginning. We should all live in harmony and make love, not war." His teeth practically glisten as he displays them fully with a highly charismatic smile.

[Celdia]

  May smirks a bit, her posture easing a bit. "You still come off as a bit of a walking contradiction. Though I suppose you're right about working under Rasczak. From what I hear, there aren't any slouches in that squad...but then you're not in that squad anymore." Her smirk expands into a full grin with her last words. "I guess we'll see if you live up to that reputation you want for yourself." She extends one hand for a proper handshake this time, appearing to have made up her mind about the transferee. "Welcome to the Desert Cobras, Executor."

[Ryqoshay]

   "The pleasure is all mine, I assure you." Quentin replies smoothly, accepting the offered handshake. "Pray tell," his eyes drop briefly, "dost thy carpet match thy drapes?"

[Celdia]

  May just stares wide-eyed at Quentin as the question hangs in the air, mouth half-open in shock at the sheer gall it would take to ask something like that mere minutes after meeting someone. As the seconds tick by she becomes visibly flushed from her upper body to her hairline, her mouth working silently as it seeks some sort of response. At her side, her right arm is rigid and trembling slightly as if ready to strike. She promptly turns on her heel with an angry, unintelligible outburst and storms away towards the Mobile Suit dock, slamming the door of the maintenance lift shut behind her and ascending away from Quentin as fast as the machine will carry her.

[Ryqoshay]

   Stroking his beard in thought, he watches her walk away. Her gait is... nothing short of perfect. Perhaps this transfer is not all bad after all...

   Out of the corner of his eye, he spies a young mechanic who looks like she is overdue for a break. Smiling, he makes his way over...

[MysticKnightFF5]

Rellia skips into the hangar, cheerily singing Rick Astley, Never Gonna Give You Up. As she approaches her mech, she carefully inspects her MS for any sabotage. She looks around the room, shooting everybody she sees a cute yet sexy smile.

[NinjaWeazel]

Buliwyf chuckles.  "Stayin' in the plane, huh?  Dont blame you, it's a hell of a lot smarter option than running around getting your ass metaphorically and literally shot off.  Where you from, you don't mind my askin'?"  He takes another long pull off his beer.  "Everybody gets all up in arms about 'being from earth' or 'being from space', none of that shit really matters though in the long run.  It's all about 'will you do your job', at the end of the day."

[VampragonLord]

Lyra looks up, having been lost in conversation for quite some time, realizing most of the cafeteria has emptied, save a few other tables. She takes a few breathes, the seemingly endless conversation seeming to have come to a massive slowdown. Deciding that a little alcohol loosens many lips and might help them relax a bit more, as Lyra herself was starting to feel a little tense at such a turn of events, she heads off to the alcoholic area of the cafeteria, separated just enough so that if someone drinking got a bit rowdy, it wasn't infront of everyone. As she heads up to grab a bottle of wine, she spots Buliwyf sitting with someone. Having not been nosey enough today, she bounces on over, a nice smile beaming on her face as she giggles a little. "Good to see people of all ages are having dates today. The cap'n and his robot, and now you two as well. Its so nice to see this time of year. Here I thought I'd have to wait til spring before the crew unwound! Just remember we have to get back out there eventually..." And with that, she giggles a little more, though feels a bit out of place, not actually minding much. " You've got the Cobra insignia, but you don't have the same uniform... Are you a techie or something?" she asked quizzically as she stared at Erintrying to place what seemed different about her.

[Durbs]

Wesley enters the hangar. After a long glance around, Buliwyf is nowhere to be seen.

"Damn... I've been having all the bad luck today," he comments dryly. "Well, at least I can get used to my new Zaku. 's a shame they couldn't bring my old one... but I suppose it is still in pieces."

Slowly climbing into the cockpit of the Zaku, Wesley activates it, careful to disable the weapons system before trying anything. "Oh, this isn't too bad," he muses, quickly identifying the locations of all of the gauges. "Let's see... weapons, movement, aerospace readings, sonar... good. It's missing something, though. What's it missing?"

"Aha!" he quietly exclaims. Carefully re-adjusting the sights to his liking, he then brings up a crosshair in the visual, carefully adjusting it as well. "That's more like it."

Re-emerging from the cockpit and deactivating his Zaku, Wesley then checks the clamps and nearby rack of weapons. "175mm, shotgun, clips... good. Everything's set. Now to... oh wait..." Checking a nearby clock, he realizes that it's already past his usual meal time. Deciding to grab some real food this time, he heads to the cafeteria.