B-Wave | Chapter 1 - Combat | PG-13 | (Still Accepting in OoC)

[VGVentus]

[u]2040, Mumbai, January 18th, 5:08 PM[/u]
Vagisa ran through the chambers of the Asiatic Society of Mumbai, carrying in his arms a silver flask wrapped up in red cloth. A violent shock sent the old man falling towards the floor, landing on his back in order to protect the flask; Vagisa looked up in time to see the roof of the public building ready to cave in. "...This is the end..." the old man stated grimly, deciding that there was no point in trying to escape, "...I just hope that this doesn’t fall into NORM's corrupt hands..." the old man said to himself, referring to the flask, before the roof came crashing down upon his head.

[u]2045, London, April 2nd, 12:44 PM[/u]
Aaron ran his fingers through his curly ginger hair, frustrated because of the current situation. Though the world was led to believe that the war was growing strong, the truth was that both sides were reaching a stalemate, and GUN couldn't let this happen; should this occur, Aaron, being in charge of all of GUN's military operations, would be blamed for the stalemate. He held down a button on the control monitor in front of him and spoke into a microphone, "Tina, could you inform squadrons Delta, Beta, and Iota that they are to come to the control room and be debriefed on their latest missions?" Aaron waited for a reply, "Of course Commander, I will inform them immediately..."

(All characters begin by waking up inside their Dormitory, and then they can interact with anyone until Tina comes to inform you about the debriefing...)

[Asriel Dreemurr]

In the plain and undecorated portion of the headquarters which functioned as his own dormitory, John Blackmoore had been laying awake on his bed for the past three hours, finding a return to sleep impossible after a particular nightmare. A long sigh escaped his lips as he decided to rise, swinging his legs out over the bed as he sat up, thankful that in the current headquarters setup he had been assigned separate quarters for some reason. Rising quickly to his feet, he made his way towards the door of his dormitory and upon entering the hallway through the structure in which most of the dormitories were located began his way towards the exit, having a need to get a little bit of fresh air before the rest of the pilots could disrupt his opportunity for peace. Currently he was dressed in his well-used flight suit, which only left his head and military-buzzed dirty blonde hair exposed.

(Just wondering, what continent is the HQ we're in on?)

[Niv-Mizzet]

Iok Vorru had a smashing headache. Shortly after his last mission, involving a secret NORM base, a keg of beer, a prototype mech, and several heavy nuclear-powered weapons, he had contracted a splitting headache and was confined to his room for bed rest for a week. Now the week was up, meaning he was free to roam, but his head still rung with mechanical war cries. He decided to get some coffee. Walking down to the mess hall, he saw a guy- he couldn't remember the squadron, but his name was John, walking in the general direction of the observation deck. Iok chose to ignore him. The familiar sounds of mechanics repairing mechs, screens humming, and footsteps echoing through the corridors almost comforted him, as he entered the mess hall, flipped open his holo-laptop, and poured himself some coffee.

[JonahHex125]

"And, thrust, shift, and downward thrust!" Jarvis shouted as he practiced with his javelin(Cause the last time he used a real spear, he jabbed a couple holes in the wall). He was dressed in a tank top and gym shorts. He had just woken up after sleeping for about ten hours. He was eager to fight ever since...Well, he was just eager to fight. He wanted to go out and make a difference. He set aside the javelin and decide to grab a bite to eat and read a good holo-book. He put on his usual attire; a black collared coat over a white shirt with black jeans, and walked out the door. While he ate, he saw John Blackmoore, one of his squadmates, and a guy from Beta, whose mane was something like...Rock? He couldn't remember. He bit into his pastry and continued reading.

[Asriel Dreemurr]

Blackmoore simply bypassed both his squad mate and the fellow from Beta squad, heading out onto the observation deck and looking over the grounds before him. It wasn't quite light yet, but the base was already buzzing with activity as soldiers were drilled and mechanics worked on the myriad vehicles, everything from heavy artillery to Humvees used as relatively high-speed light transports for infantry. He simply stood there atop the deck looking around at what there was to see. Because of his lack of anything to do at the moment, he began to reminisce about his previous victories in battle, as well as the various losses which he had suffered. He lost himself in his memories for a time, and for quite a while he was unaware of what was going on around him.

[Dwarven King]

(OOC: Keto, you're in Delta squad)

Brian turned the page in his book and continued reading. He had been reading this same book titled "The Dead-Tossed Waves" for the last hour. The sun was starting to come up now, so Brian decided to get out of bed. He grabbed his bookmark, a piece of leather, and stuck it in his book. He then turned his book light off and tucked it and his book away. He got out of bed and stretched and then quickly threw on some clothes. Once that was done, he started walking around to see who else was up.

[PurgeMaster]

Hanzzel sat bolt upright in his bed. Sweat was pouring off of him, his eyes were bloodshot, and his normaly pristean hair was matted with something like sweat. He never liked how his mind twisted the times of memory. That, however, was [i]bad[/i]. "They're getting worse," he said to himself mostly, and possibly to anyone else in his empty room, ", and that is not good. No, I think it would never do." His head suddenly crand round to the side to see his collection of stuff that had grown enormously in the resembalence of a human figure. He just ignored it. He got out of bed with a bad ache in his right knee, about a centemetre down from the central plate. "It won't be bad in an hour or so," he told himself. He then dressed in a lose shirt and a pair of combat trousers. After putting on an army coat to finish, he tied his steel-toed boots and eft the desolate room. His har was not dry, but it was better. He started to walk down the corridor, reminising about good times, and grand victories he or someone else may have had.

[The Sleeping Dude]

(OOC: Alright who wants to make a convo with me? anyone can make one with me and i'm starting it right now.)

C.L.O.S.E. gets ready after charging up. He actually watched after the sleeping men cause he just charged. He gets dressed in his everyday jacket to avoid getting his circuits get played. He roamed and he seen some familiar faces. He then went to the storage room where the Mechas are stored. He tries to improve his Mecha since he is smart he managed to put some cool weapons. He then said like a robot, [color="#000080"]"Weapons clear and functioning. Boosters are also 100% functioning."[/color] He then saw another Mecha Pilot from another squadron came near and he began talking. He doesn't remember the guy talking but he looked familiar to him. And asked him before he talks again, [color="#000080"]"Who are you? You look very familiar and i assume your from another Squadron."[/color] He waited for the man's response.

[JonahHex125]

Jarvis looked over. It was one of the pilots from Iota, the android pilot. "Sup. I'm from Delta Squad. And your...C.L.O.S.E., right?" He was unsure. He could never remember names that well when he first meets someone, or, in this case, some[i]thing[/i]. C.L.O.S.E. was a really good pilot, especially for a computer. At least it was better than those damn robots NORM sends out. He held out his hand. "I'm Jarvis Hermann. Pleasure to meet you."

[Niv-Mizzet]

Araii woke up, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He groggily reached for the coffee machine next to his bed, and realized- it wasn't there. The horror, the horror. Almost ironically, the absence of caffeine woke him up as easily as the presence of it. Just this time he was in full-blown rage. "Okay, who took my coffee machine," he roared. His dorm neighbors woke up, but Araii didn't care. Whoever did this heinous deed would find the cockpit of their GUN mecha blown to shreds. Or maybe the B-Wave sabotaged. But first he needed coffee. Sulkily raging (if that is even possible), he set off toward the mess hall, punching his angry neighbors as they passed.

[The Sleeping Dude]

C.L.O.S.E said, Pleasure to meet you Jarvis. and Yes, your correct I'm C.L.O.S.E. which means Corrupted Link for Sentinel's End. I'm the Commander of Iota and also mechanic so if you need any fixing or upgrades needed for your Mecha, I'm just here." He is seemingly not impressed at Jarvis because he scanned Jarvis words and knew he doesn't know C.L.O.S.E. He said to Jarvis, "Well, according to my scanners, you have a 69 IQ, you I am not really impressed to you. Why won't you show me what your skills are? Show me if your good enough for my sensors! If you managed to win, I will hopefully award you." C.L.O.S.E challenged Jarvis if he can beat him in any game.

[JonahHex125]

Game? Oh...Okay?" Interesting. The computer wanted to challenge him. And he wanted to beat the machine. That crack about his IQ was more than reason enough to agree. For a machine, it was a jerk-wad. How was that even possible? Unless...It was programmed to be that way! Suddenly, Jarvis hated the dude that programed him. "Alright, how about a game of...chess!" Jarvis lost in 1 minute. "Damn." he said. "I really suck at chess." He shook his head. "Alright, I know you didn't want to just stop and chat. What do you want?"