Ghost Corps. (( Futuristic Mech Rp ))

[Tusk]

It had been a week since the Night Hawk had set voyage into space. It had been a week of intensive training for Dorian. The garage was the only place he could find refuge anymore. He was steadily at work with his mech the Mark One Destroyer he called Overkill. He tuned it up after every run in space and made sure to upload the data so he could make sure that he could do the same on earth if it was called for. As he finished his work, a Siren went off in the garage. Versa's voice echoed in.
" I want all Marks to report to the briefing room now!"
" You could of said please! "
Dorian responded as he packed up his laptop with a sigh. Dorian prided himself on being a smartass at times, but Versa scared the crap out of him. She was not a small woman but she held herself as though she could make a drill sargent cry. She did if the rumors were true. Dorian rode down the zip line and walked out of the garage. The Night Hawk had USF regulated exteriors, but the interior was anything but. The Night Hawk was Versa's ship, and she was a suprisingly good decorator. The walls were painted in beiges with plants at every corner. Dorian would of questioned her toughness, but he was nowhere near brave enough. Tell him to take out a fleet, no problem, tell him to make fun of Versa, no one was that crazy.
He soon entered a room that had many screens on the walls and a hole in the floor. The hole was filled with booth seats that went around the oval shaped hole except for the stairs and a table in the middle. Dorian did was he always did, he jumped on the seat and sat down with a comfortable sigh.
" Dorian! Feet off the Seat! "
Yelled Versa as she entered the debreifing room.
" Yes, ma'am!"
Dorian said as he sat normally waiting for the others.

[Vale]

Clive was sitting around his relatively small captains quarters in the main mez deck on the Night Hawk. It wasn't much a room, more focused towards function rather than flair, which wasn't something that Clive was used to.

"Hm..." He sighed, slowly rolling over to gaze out of the equally small window out of the room to gaze out into the vast recess of space. "...silence." He sighed, sitting up as a small buzzing was going on in the room.

I want all mechs to report to the briefing room now

"Of course, fearless leader" Clive saluted to the thin air and stood up, and slowly made his way down out of the Mez floor, watching some of the other Night Hawk Crew members continue on their business, as only a few of them were actually Mech Pilots.

Stepping into the Briefing room, he caught a quick exchange between the Night Hawks Supreme Commander Versa, the one responsible for Clive's quick ascension into the Ghost Corps, and one of the Defender Mech Captains.

Damon? Damien? Dorian? Devin? Clive couldn't remember the pilot's name, he barely knew anyone on board asides Versa.

[Gafe]

A right, and a left, and a punch, and a boring, and a blow, and a tired, and a strike, and ugh, why bother? Soren stared at the punching bag before him, it had a crimson color that sparked with new, but with some deep punch marks already. Of course, non of the marks he had made. He tightened his mouth in disapproval. Punchbags, check he listed, on his never-to-try again mental list.
Letting out a deep sigh, he scanned the room around him. The ship's gymnasium. Versa had been as kind as to suggest him to work out to have a perfect control and use the full power of his Mech and be healthy, etcetera. And by suggest, I mean order. Sure, so he had gotten around the physical intensive courses in the academy, but that didn't take out of the fact that Versa was bossy, but Soren supposed it was part of the price to pay to be in such important surroundings with missions of a similar caliber.
His eyes fell on the weights. Wightlifting? He thought about it half a second. "No thanks." Then he saw the running machine. Better, but not yet what he wanted. (Although what he really wanted was to not be in the gym.) As his gaze surfed the room, he found he had little idea of what most of the machines were, or how they worked, while those he did know sparked little interest in him.
"I want all Marks to report to the briefing room now!" Versa's voice came from a speaker in the ceiling. How perfectly timed! With a smirk on his face, Soren ran towards the small locker room and changed into his usual clothes. He had to look decent. One of the good things of not putting an effort into working out was the lack of sweat. He didn't stink. Joy.
Hopefully, the change in clothing hadn't taken too much time, or else Versa would quite possibly have his head.
With his usual green hat atop his head, Soren made his way towards the oval-shaped hole in the briefing room. As he sat down, he nodded at the two pilots there in acknowledgement. Only two, he wasn't late then. He recognized both pilots immediately, Soren had made sure he knew who'd be working alongside him. The first one, white-haired, was Dorian Kaska, a Captain and pilot of the Mark 1. The other, a redhead, was another Captain, pilot of the Mark 6 and was called Clive Olivis-Kinnea.
Soren made himself comfortable in the seat he'd chosen and waited for the rest of the pilots.

[Eva]

"I want all Marks to report to the briefing room now!"


Vanessa looked up from her book and squinted. "That was a little rude." she said. With a shrug, she laid her book carefully down and stood up, stretching as she did so. She'd had a nice day, relaxing for once with a nice read and a bit to drink(it was technically contraband, but nobody would tell), and Vanessa felt that a bit of work was due. She walked out of her room and made sure to turn the lights out beforehand.

Vanessa entered the meeting room and made sure to flash a kind smile at the three men already seated before her. Two she knew to be Captains, which had automatically made her wary of them when she'd learned this, and the other she was uncertain of. So, Vanessa made her way to him and sat in the seat next to him. Soren Nigrem, if her files were correct. She should introduce herself. "Vanessa Durante. It's a pleasure." she said pleasantly.

[Tusk]

Dorian watched as the room began to fill with his teammates. There was the other captian, Clive. He had met Clive a few times and the man never got his name right. Clive called him Devin once. There was also Vanessa, and she was an interesting one. He talked to her once and that was just a weird conversation. Then there Soren, another person he did not know too much about.
Versa seemed to get impatient, but she always was and Dorian knew better than to joke about it. He then looked to the the others with a shrug as Versa spoke.
" While the others take their sweet time getting here, I want oyu to take a look on the screen. What do you see? "
A picture on the walls appeared. It was a dense forest with a clearing in the middle. However, in that clearing was what looked like a base. It was well hidden from the satilite, however a single mech gave it away.
" That is unlike most Earth Bases I have seen. Most do not try and hide the base. That has got to be a research facility. Most bases want to show off their numbers. "
Dorian said calmly.

" Sir Avelin, General Dosi is hear to see you. "
A secretary said as a tall man in Earth military clothes stood at the desk. He was an older man, but his face showed a steel like appearance that made most uneasy. Dosi looked around after the message was sent. He carried orders signed by the Head of the Earth Council. It was time to end this Rebellion.

[TragicAce]

“Master Avelin, please awake.”

With a light yawn and the instinctive motion to wipe the sleep from his eyes the half-asleep chief executive sat up in his luxurious master bedroom, complete with a decadent bathtub and small study. He resides in a gorgeous mansion overlooking the Bay of Biscay on his own little island just off the west coast of France: the Isle of Rhé. With a major bit of landscaping and structuring the island has its own 9-hole golf course that Matthieu frequents. It also has a shooting range and several large flower gardens that surround a forest of trees home to a large variety of birds. His personal airship rests atop the pristine manor, and is capable of reaching London in just under half-an-hour.

“Would that more of my mornings started with your soft words, Miss Ellyn. It is a wonderful morning is it not? I trust all is prepared?”

“Y-yes my lord, your uniform is pressed, your bath ready and breakfast all arranged.”

“Then please excuse me as I make myself presentable.”

With a low bow the red-haired and green-eyed maid made quick steps to exit. His day was a foreseeable full one, and Avelin sighed as he sauntered over to the bathroom to clean himself up. Washing his face he re-examined his activities for today. With a fake smile and light chuckle he spoke to his reflection. “My commendations on your recent promotion, General Dosi. A shame you’re just another one of councilman Drescher’s lapdogs.”

----Four Hours Later----

“My commendations on your recent promotion, General Dosi. I know the council has high hopes for you.”

General Dosi was much like he appeared: hard, stern, stubborn and above all, obedient. But it is important not to confuse obedience with loyalty, a mistake typical of Drescher. Matthieu took the data screen and cleared the ocular security encryption. A war council. It was only to be expected. Pressure from all across Mother Earth was figuratively pounding the council to take action against the all-but-declared war against the colonists. Troops have already started to get mobilized, and Avelin had a feeling in his stomach that the council had already ordered which colonies to take down first. Many men sitting on the table would like to see the moon free of colonist control, it being very abundant in resources for mech units. And Matthieu himself had a few new weapons he wanted to see put into action. The chief executive could feel it in the air, a great change was coming about. All he had to do was ride these waves in the appropriate direction. The significance that this message was hand-given by a General was not wasted on him. Avelin had an idea at what it meant, and smiled to himself. It was about time he got his council seat.

“We should not waste our head councilman’s time then. I bid you a good day, General Dosi.”

“And you as well, Sir Avelin.”

[Gafe]

Soren's eyes flickered to the woman entering the room. Vanessa Durante, second in command, pilot of the Orbital Frame. His eyes focused on her, trying to figure out anything about the woman. Of all the Mark pilots, she was among those he had the fewst information on. She smiled at the three assembled pilots there, a sign of politeness. Good quality to have, somewhat essential for her rank too.
While the pilot of Mark 9 wanted to know more about the woman, he didn't expect her to sit down next to him, not to mention introduce herself. Friendly or interested, as she only introduced herself to him, not to the other two pilots. Of course, none of the three men had greeted each other.
"Likewise," he answered, "Soren Nigrem."As much as he'd wanted to continue engaging in conversation, however, Versa started the briefing before any other pilot joined them. Soren looked closely at the screen, and listened to Dorian's probable guess. He decided to chip in on the suggestions.
"Whatever kind of base it may be, the facts are that it is hidden, on Earth and protected. Why not go in a reconaissance mission, General? See what's there, asses the situation and prepare ourselves should the need arise."

[Vale]

"It might not even be a base at all Versa." Clive piped up, his eyes quickly fixed unto the mech that was presently revealed.

"Let's look at the facts, we know that other mechs are present there, and that, as so duly noted by Saulen" Clive spoke, butchering the name of Soren. "It's on Earth. Which means that doing a recon mission on it is suicide. Getting through Earth's defenses will be tricky, the Night Hawk is a bit too big to just slip through unnoticed, if you forgive me for commenting on it's size Commander." Clive finished as he flipped his hair back a little and looked slightly skewed at it.

"Unless we feign it, by repositioning the Night Hawk out by the Earth Moon, and deploy only a few Mechs for a quick recon sitch." Clive spoke, as he noticed Vanessa, or Maybe Tressa? Yes Tressa was her name.

"Think of it Commander Versa. Besides, if it was something worth investigating, would they really leave it so sparsely defended?"

[GnomesAteMyCake]

Denico heaved the metal wall panel back into place and began screwing the thing back. The neon light above her that had been flickering for the past two days was finally glowing evenly. The Night Hawk was the best ship in the universe, and Denico was adamant on making sure that every person aboard knew it. So she went around everyday, making small repairs to whatever was below perfect, and was one of the main reasons that the ship ran so smoothly. No-one asked her to do it, but she was pleased to be helpful aboard. Anything that kept her busy and out the way of every other person.

"I want all Marks to report to the Briefing Room, now!"

The command vibrated around Denico's head, and she winced slightly and squinted. Ever since she was made a Mech Pilot, she had a intercom inserted into her headset, so that she got important messages wherever she was on the ship, considering she tried to keep as busy as possible. Sounds important, she thought to herself as she walked down the corridor, looking for other small repairs that could be done as she made her way everso slowly to the briefing rooms. All the other Ghosts will be there too, no doubt... she thought with a grimance, as she trembled slightly. She hated crowds, and she always found the meetings to be so tense and awkward, since she sat there like an idiot and said nothing.

Still, she'd rather remove her robotic arms than directly betray an order, and in doing so risk getting Derek Stone in trouble, so she kept putting one foot in front of the other. However, if she walked slow...that was a factor that couldn't be helped, right?

She assumed that the meeting had been going on for at least 10 minutes when she arrived outside the door. Maybe being late wasn't such a good idea. Now everyone would watch her as she walked in. She could go to the second deck, she knew there was a dent in one of the walls that she could buff out... but sighing, she stepped forward a tiny step that made the hydrolic doors whoosh open. She saw most of the Ghosts inside, and her cheeks reddened.

"I apologise for my lateness, Ma'am," she stammered to Versa before scurrying over to her seat and sinking down as low as possible in it. She looked at each of the Ghosts that surrounded her, and listened carefully to Versa, as usual making no noise, but willing to follow any orders that would be sent her way.

[Tusk]

" Scouting might be dangerous. Just because there are little to no gaurds at the front, does not mean that there are any setting up a paremeter. "
Dorian said calmly just as Denico entered. Versa finally spoke.

" The USF has given us our first orders as the Ghost Corps. This is a research facility that the USF believes to be making weapons for some kind of attack. Our satilites have detected a high volume of traffic going in and out of this base. The mech you see there is a Knight Blade, a Mech given to only high ranking lords and ladies of the Earthen Alliance. We do not know what they are doing, or why, but our orders are to shut it down, Perminatly. We will do this by landing 100 miles away in the Antlantic Shore line. From there you will divide into two teams. Dorian, Clive, I want you two to be the distraction unit. Go in from the left side and make as much noise as Possible. Clive there is some mountians a few miles back that will give you a great place to snipe from. Venessa, Soren, Denico, I want you to flank right and wait until Team A draws out the gaurds and Go inside the base. From there, I want you to find out what they are doing and shut it down for good. Also make sure to do as much damage to the structure on the way out. If it does not collapse on itself when your out, dropping bird crap better do it. You have your orders. Now head out! "
It was all Versa had to say as Dorian began his walk to his mech.

[Vale]

Clive walked up to Dorian, placing his hands behind his head.
"Devin right?" He spoke, messing up Dorian's name again, even after deliberately hearing it from Versa. "Seems we'll be the distraction unit. If you'd like, well...uh..." Clive paused. "It's not Devin! It's Doreen! Not a manly name for someone such as yourself..." Clive continued to think while walking towards the mech.

"Dorian!" He shouted once he got into his mech, already out of vocal range, just shouting into microphone.

"Lets do this..."

[Gafe]

Hours later Soren sat inside his Mark, the Arzma, beside him stood Vanessa's and Denico's own Mechs. As ordered, the three of them were flanking the hidden base from the right, in the forest, waiting for Dorian and Clive to begin the distraction. They could see the facility with ease, but the guards Soren could not spot. Obviously, they're hidden he rationalized.
The pilot could see the mountains too, farther ahead. There was enough tree coverage to hide the bases, bu the peaks stood tall enough to be seen from where the trio waited.
Needless to say, Soren was rather impressed with Denico's Mark - or rather, Denico Sykes as a whole. People had informed him of the girl's. . . eccentricities, but observing was different than hearing. An almost robotic girl with a mech that was more of a suit than a mech. It was also smaller than his own, and than Vanessa's too.
He broke the silence, and perhaps the nervousness of being seconds before their first mission, "I wonder, how will Clive and Dorian handle the security forces of a high ranking Lord's hidden research facility.
"I don't know about you two, but this plan seems simple compared to all the implications it's involved in to me."

[GnomesAteMyCake]

Denico slunk to the Mech hanger and headed over to the far wall where the lockers were. Not many of the Ghosts felt the need to store things down here, where there were many chances to have their things ruined (such as oil-spills, gas-leaks and explosions), but for Denico, it was a neccessity.

She turned the dial and popped the metal door open, and pulled out a pale grey jump-suit, which covered her whole body, except her head. Throwing it over her shoulder, she scurried over to her mech, and input the code into the small monitor, causing the garage to open, revealing her brightly coloured mech-suit. She darted into the darkness and quickly changed into the jumpsuit, which was fireproof and inlaid with microscopic thin strands of carbon, which provided her with high protection and was easy enough to move around in. When she was pully dressed, she pulled a small step-ladder from the wall and put it by the two leg guard parts of her Mech. She nimbley stepped into them, and input certain codes into them near the top that caused them to clamp onto her legs and insert small wires into two small sockets in the back of her knees. She then clamped on the next part onto her lower body, and made sure that all the wires were connected properly.

She proceeded to don her mech, triple checking that all the componants were correctly connected, and that her chest-jewel was glowing brightly, which told her that there was full power to her suit. With the flick of her wrist, her two plasma blades materialised. She grinned widely, a smile that was reserved for when she was in her mech. She pressed a button on the inside of her wrist, which put up her shields, and made sure she didn't topple over while standing on the ground. Reaching for a shelf that ran along the walls of the garage, she grabbed a large headdress and put it on over her usual one. It gave extra protection to her delicate head. Also, with the long mane of redish hair at the back, Denico always felt it made her look more like a warrior. One final smile, and she stalked out of her garage, and jetted out after Soren and Vanessa.

.xXx.

Denico hated waiting when she was ready to fight. She didn't know why, but whenever she was connected to her mech (in every sense of the word, since there were many wires that were inserted into her, giving her the highest control over her mech possible), she felt like a completely different person. It had been hours, and Soren, Vanessa and herself hadn't moved in that whole time. She sighed loudly, and inspected her nails, reclining on the small hill. She felt completely dwarfed next to Soren and Vanessa's mechs, but she knew that size wasn't important, and her own mech was just as good.
"Soren, can we move now, please?" she whined, looking over her shoulder at the boy. "Surely the others are done now?"
As Soren spoke, she snorted. "Simple plans are no fun! Let's spice things up a bit and just go in anyway! Can we, please, oh please can we Vanessa?" she said, jumping in her Mech-suit and clasping her hands together, smiling widely.

[Tusk]

So it was time to see what the mark units could do.
" Clive, keep hidden and take out any hostiles that present itself. Time to give the Mark 1 its first taste of combat. "
Dorian moved into the tree line and it was not long before he spotted a scout mech. He had to create a distraction and he knew just the tool to do it. Overkill was named well as the Mark 1 moved his minigun forward and unleashed a hellstorm of bullets into it. The explosion of the destroyed mech was enough to get the attention of other mechs as he saw the sky begin to fill with mechs.
Dorian only smirked as his targeting system picked up fifteen of the mechs and Dorian pressed a button to send out a barrage of missiles that hit their mark.
" Clive, give them hell! "
Dorian stood his ground and began littering the sky with bullets knocking down many Mechs. The scary thing was that there were still more coming.

The base oppened with an alarm sounding off. Mechs began launching out of the entrance as Sir Korim began to get into his Knight Blade. A scientist ran up to him.
" My lord, the USF must of sent a fleet without us knowing. We are losing mechs left and right! We need to evacuate! "
Sir Korim looked at the scientist. What a pathetic man begging for freedom.
" No! I will contact the Earthen Council while you get those Kamikaze mechs ready to for departure. Do not let anything happen to those mechs! "
Korim sealed his mech and departed outside the garage. If anything happened to the Kamikaze mechs before the destruction of Colony 5 then his head would be on the line. Korim broke free of the facility to see the destruction on one of the base's flanks. It was a massicure!
" I want all mechs to follow my lead now! "
He shouted but the mechs were fleeing a rainstorm of bullets. He dove into the woods and he could not believe what he saw. He saw one mech, a new one, doing the damage. The air rang with explosions and gun shots. Did he hear sniper shots too? But from where?
" Get every man down here now! "
He shouted trying to get all the mechs he could to stop this thing. Meanwhile he sent out a com to the Earthen Council.
" My lords, we are under attack! "
He had to stop this. The base soon became empty. All the mechs were out and the base was still open.

[Vale]

Clive smiled, casually blowing bubble gum bubbles while he multi locked on smaller mechs and blasted them with single shots to each.
"Such a pity, these things were lovely rust buckets." He spoke to Dorian.
"How's it going D? Still holding up?" He laughed as he watched his Mark 1 block out the sun with all of the missles and bullet fire.

Noticing out with his Long Range Sensors, he picked up a Large, High Ranking Class Mech off to their flank.

"D! We've got company. 02:00, Center Right! Night Blade Class!"