StGNES V, Fallout NES, "Desert Hero"
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Gelion
Retired Captain
Hubologists to NCR:Cleric said:
You will regret it!!!!
To New Reno:
We thank you and we shall not cause any trouble
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Basically they worship a big wheel that turns?Oh and aliens that will take them away to worship an even Bigger Wheel.
ROTFLMAO!I doubt I'll need to call the Ordo Hereticus(Inquisiton of sort)for this one.
ROTFLMAO!I doubt I'll need to call the Ordo Hereticus(Inquisiton of sort)for this one.
Symphony D.
Deity
"Are you sure this is a good idea, sir?" asked Sgt. Tillman, glancing at Maj. Anderson somewhat skeptically. Anderson returned the glance with just a bit of derision, before responding "Would you prefer to just waltz down there and talk with those things instead, Sergeant?"
Tillman glanced down into the valley from their vantage point and swallowed involuntarilly. Despite orders they had been observing the things for days, and they weren't exactly the friendliest or smartest lot any of them had ever seen. "Rather walk into a raider camp in nothing but boxers," spat Lt. Kannon, before hastily adding "begging your pardon of course, sir."
Dr. Henderson stayed silent, peering through vision amplifiers at the green hulks far below. No mere binoculars, they gave him additional information regarding thermal and electromagnetic signatures. After some moments, he spoke up, not diverting his gaze "Something down there still works."
The rest of the team turned to look at him in unison. "Like what?" asked Anderson. "Well," started Henderson, before continuing "seems like a power source of some sort, maybe a backup or something - it's not strong but it's there, could be some kind of shielding, might be underground."
"I thought this place was just a weapons testing center" said Kannon, adjusting valves on his power armor. "They never did figure out what kind of weapons were being tested, now did they?" pipped up Tillman. Anderson exhaled, before gesturing down at the base below "Well, that settles it then. We need to get access down there, and there's only two ways of doing that. This will do both."
He glanced down at the robot. It was a rather simple scouting bot, of a type that had become ubiquitous on a squad level long before the final war, and which had undergone continual refinement since initial deployment. It was essentially a box with treads on either sides, about one foot square on either side, four inches high, designed to be hurled through windows, drive under cars, and to generally scout ahead for units in the field. This one had been modified with a radio receiver tuned to a walkie-talkie frequency, and a small speaker. It had also been loaded with about ten pounds of plastique explosive. Anderson had been insistant on the final point. Tillman had not been so convinced, and remained doubtful "Are we even sure this thing is rated for a fall like this? It's not a sheer drop, but I mean, it's gonna hit a lot of rocks on the way down..."
"For god sakes, Tillman, shut up about it already unless you want to walk down there" hissed Kannon, before going back to finishing up maintenance and starting to don the power armor, murmuring "Besides, if it fails, we just detonate it; we've got this hillside rigged with claymores and there's enough boulders up here to make advance painful until 01-ALPHA arrives."
Anderson nodded his head a little "Man's got a point. We wait until it's dark and run it down on its motors so it's harder to figure out where it came from. Then in the morning we drive it up to one of the smarter ones and start talking. If he listens, great. If he start's to beat on it or otherwise act funny, we touch it off. 'Redundant biological systems' or not, ten pounds of that stuff is going to put at least one of them out of comission. Then we stay real quiet until 01-ALPHA shows up, or if they find us, give'em hell and retreat. Either way, orders are orders."
The others stayed quiet as the Major's mind was made up. Orders were orders.
To: Dolores Mutant Encampment
From: FRU05-EPSILON, INVICTUS
[ACTUAL FIRST TRANSMISSION AS FOLLOWS]
"We are people from the east talking to you through this robot. We come in peace and bear gifts. We are not here to disturb, harm, or otherwise anger you. We wish to establish dialogue with you as we find ourselves in similar predicaments in this world. We are interested in exploring the remanents of this place for things which are of interest to us, and are willing to offer gifts in exchange, or whatever supplies you might need. We are also wish to discuss stronger relationships between our peoples, or, if you would prefer, non-interference. We ask that you please consider these things carefully."
OOC: Gelion, I want a response of some fashion. Write a short story about them beating on the robot if you want. Something.
Oh, yeah, and I'm playing through Fallout again. One person with a hunting rifle > raiders. I've still got about 8 Leather Armors on Ian (and about a billion knives and spears stashed in coolers and bookcases in their [now abandoned] hideout) that I need to unload and I already cleaned out Killian's shop.
He's cramping my style by having so little stuff.
Tillman glanced down into the valley from their vantage point and swallowed involuntarilly. Despite orders they had been observing the things for days, and they weren't exactly the friendliest or smartest lot any of them had ever seen. "Rather walk into a raider camp in nothing but boxers," spat Lt. Kannon, before hastily adding "begging your pardon of course, sir."
Dr. Henderson stayed silent, peering through vision amplifiers at the green hulks far below. No mere binoculars, they gave him additional information regarding thermal and electromagnetic signatures. After some moments, he spoke up, not diverting his gaze "Something down there still works."
The rest of the team turned to look at him in unison. "Like what?" asked Anderson. "Well," started Henderson, before continuing "seems like a power source of some sort, maybe a backup or something - it's not strong but it's there, could be some kind of shielding, might be underground."
"I thought this place was just a weapons testing center" said Kannon, adjusting valves on his power armor. "They never did figure out what kind of weapons were being tested, now did they?" pipped up Tillman. Anderson exhaled, before gesturing down at the base below "Well, that settles it then. We need to get access down there, and there's only two ways of doing that. This will do both."
He glanced down at the robot. It was a rather simple scouting bot, of a type that had become ubiquitous on a squad level long before the final war, and which had undergone continual refinement since initial deployment. It was essentially a box with treads on either sides, about one foot square on either side, four inches high, designed to be hurled through windows, drive under cars, and to generally scout ahead for units in the field. This one had been modified with a radio receiver tuned to a walkie-talkie frequency, and a small speaker. It had also been loaded with about ten pounds of plastique explosive. Anderson had been insistant on the final point. Tillman had not been so convinced, and remained doubtful "Are we even sure this thing is rated for a fall like this? It's not a sheer drop, but I mean, it's gonna hit a lot of rocks on the way down..."
"For god sakes, Tillman, shut up about it already unless you want to walk down there" hissed Kannon, before going back to finishing up maintenance and starting to don the power armor, murmuring "Besides, if it fails, we just detonate it; we've got this hillside rigged with claymores and there's enough boulders up here to make advance painful until 01-ALPHA arrives."
Anderson nodded his head a little "Man's got a point. We wait until it's dark and run it down on its motors so it's harder to figure out where it came from. Then in the morning we drive it up to one of the smarter ones and start talking. If he listens, great. If he start's to beat on it or otherwise act funny, we touch it off. 'Redundant biological systems' or not, ten pounds of that stuff is going to put at least one of them out of comission. Then we stay real quiet until 01-ALPHA shows up, or if they find us, give'em hell and retreat. Either way, orders are orders."
The others stayed quiet as the Major's mind was made up. Orders were orders.
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To: Dolores Mutant Encampment
From: FRU05-EPSILON, INVICTUS
[ACTUAL FIRST TRANSMISSION AS FOLLOWS]
"We are people from the east talking to you through this robot. We come in peace and bear gifts. We are not here to disturb, harm, or otherwise anger you. We wish to establish dialogue with you as we find ourselves in similar predicaments in this world. We are interested in exploring the remanents of this place for things which are of interest to us, and are willing to offer gifts in exchange, or whatever supplies you might need. We are also wish to discuss stronger relationships between our peoples, or, if you would prefer, non-interference. We ask that you please consider these things carefully."
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OOC: Gelion, I want a response of some fashion. Write a short story about them beating on the robot if you want. Something.
Oh, yeah, and I'm playing through Fallout again. One person with a hunting rifle > raiders. I've still got about 8 Leather Armors on Ian (and about a billion knives and spears stashed in coolers and bookcases in their [now abandoned] hideout) that I need to unload and I already cleaned out Killian's shop.
He's cramping my style by having so little stuff.
Gelion
Retired Captain
Something came from up the hill...... funny looking, metalic...... Borg had a funny feeling about it. It carried danger with it, but it wasn't the source of danger..... the thing stopped and started to speak:
""We are people from the east talking to you through this robot. We come in peace and bear gifts. We are not here to disturb, harm, or otherwise anger you. We wish to establish dialogue with you as we find ourselves in similar predicaments in this world. We are interested in exploring the remanents of this place for things which are of interest to us, and are willing to offer gifts in exchange, or whatever supplies you might need. We are also wish to discuss stronger relationships between our peoples, or, if you would prefer, non-interference. We ask that you please consider these things carefully."
"Ah it must be some pre-Blast thing!. Better tell the commander... and tell them to wait"
"Dear People From The East Talking To You Through This Robot would you kidnly wait until I get someone who is authorised to negotiate with outsiders"..... and Borg went inside the base.... leaving his friends to guard the object and secure the countyside....
""We are people from the east talking to you through this robot. We come in peace and bear gifts. We are not here to disturb, harm, or otherwise anger you. We wish to establish dialogue with you as we find ourselves in similar predicaments in this world. We are interested in exploring the remanents of this place for things which are of interest to us, and are willing to offer gifts in exchange, or whatever supplies you might need. We are also wish to discuss stronger relationships between our peoples, or, if you would prefer, non-interference. We ask that you please consider these things carefully."
"Ah it must be some pre-Blast thing!. Better tell the commander... and tell them to wait"
"Dear People From The East Talking To You Through This Robot would you kidnly wait until I get someone who is authorised to negotiate with outsiders"..... and Borg went inside the base.... leaving his friends to guard the object and secure the countyside....
Gelion
Retired Captain
Commander appeared:
"Borg is that it? Thank you boy, return to your post. And we will talk about advancing you to a new level.....
"
"People from the East! We do not know you, your forces or your intentions. We sugest that you show yourselves. It is difficult to imagine who one is talking to behind this computerised thing. You may be scared of our appearance, but we are humans just as you are. We shall not harm you nor we wish to do so even defending ourselves. Why dont you come down here, I will send my boys away. If there are many of you we want to see no more than 3 people to begin negotiations."
Commander gave a couple of orders and sat in front of the box to wait for the responce.
OOC: If you think now is a good time to blow ti, think again. Anyways I did my part and will happily continue to post if you do yours .
"Borg is that it? Thank you boy, return to your post. And we will talk about advancing you to a new level.....
""People from the East! We do not know you, your forces or your intentions. We sugest that you show yourselves. It is difficult to imagine who one is talking to behind this computerised thing. You may be scared of our appearance, but we are humans just as you are. We shall not harm you nor we wish to do so even defending ourselves. Why dont you come down here, I will send my boys away. If there are many of you we want to see no more than 3 people to begin negotiations."
Commander gave a couple of orders and sat in front of the box to wait for the responce.
OOC: If you think now is a good time to blow ti, think again
. Anyways I did my part and will happily continue to post if you do yours .
Symphony D.
Deity
"It speaks better English than some people I've heard" murmured Anderson. "You remember those folks in Gypsum?" asked Kannon, before getting the helmet on, his voice taking on an emotionless, robotic sound once he got it on, continuing once it was sealed "that thing talks a damn sight better than they did."
Tillman chuckled and started to continue, before Henderson raised a hand to signal quiet, before saying just enough to be heard over the wind "There's movement down there. Looks like some of them are starting to cluster around it, others are fanning out."
Anderson pulled his own visual amplifiers out of his pack and took a look. After some moments he pulled them away and narrowed his eyes "Looks to be a search pattern - they're probably looking for us."
Anderson then glanced at Henderson "What kind of signal range did you say this thing has? 5 miles?"
Henderson pulled his head back from the larger visual amplifier they used for recon, pulling down the sunglasses which say on his head before turning to the Major "About, as long as we're at a decent elevation."
Anderson nodded and gestured to Tillman "Sergeant, help Henderson start packing up our stuff. They didn't beat the crap out of it but I'd rather talk with 'someone who is authorized to negotiate' before being found. Lets stick to the peaks and--"
The radio crackled to life. "People from the East! We do not know you, your forces or your intentions. We sugest that you show yourselves. It is difficult to imagine who one is talking to behind this computerised thing. You may be scared of our appearance, but we are humans just as you are. We shall not harm you nor we wish to do so even defending ourselves. Why dont you come down here, I will send my boys away. If there are many of you we want to see no more than 3 people to begin negotiations."
They all turned and listened. Anderson looked at each of his men, each of them looking back. He puckered his cheeks a little and shifted them in a swishing motion, before coming to a decision "Alright, Kannon, you take point. If things go bad, you lay down fire from here with the sniper and scanner. Plus in that tin-can you're the most threatening looking and that'd probably be bad for diplomacy. Keep that trigger for the C4 nearby though. Tillman, Henderson, you're with me, we're going down. Take some light objects and some excess equipment we don't need. If we give them something odds are that'll show we can be trusted. Small arms only, keep them holstered or out of your hands. We don't want to seem too threatening."
"Honestly, if we had bazookas I don't think those things would find us threatening" murmured Kannon. "Yes, sir!" responded Tillman, and together he and Henderson started to pack up. Some two minutes later they were making their way down the hillside. Anderson turned on his walkie-talkie as they made their way down the hill "Three of us are coming as you request. ETA ten minutes."
"Say, either of you know how to whistle?" asked Tillman, out of the blue. "What does that matter for anything?" asked Henderson, somewhat confused. "Well, I thought we may as well have some music while we go down the hill" responded Tillman.
Anderson raised his eyebrow at the suggestion, before shrugging, saying "While we approach, some music" into the mic, and started to whistle "The Star-Spangled Banner" into the walkie-talkie.
Tillman chuckled and started to continue, before Henderson raised a hand to signal quiet, before saying just enough to be heard over the wind "There's movement down there. Looks like some of them are starting to cluster around it, others are fanning out."
Anderson pulled his own visual amplifiers out of his pack and took a look. After some moments he pulled them away and narrowed his eyes "Looks to be a search pattern - they're probably looking for us."
Anderson then glanced at Henderson "What kind of signal range did you say this thing has? 5 miles?"
Henderson pulled his head back from the larger visual amplifier they used for recon, pulling down the sunglasses which say on his head before turning to the Major "About, as long as we're at a decent elevation."
Anderson nodded and gestured to Tillman "Sergeant, help Henderson start packing up our stuff. They didn't beat the crap out of it but I'd rather talk with 'someone who is authorized to negotiate' before being found. Lets stick to the peaks and--"
The radio crackled to life. "People from the East! We do not know you, your forces or your intentions. We sugest that you show yourselves. It is difficult to imagine who one is talking to behind this computerised thing. You may be scared of our appearance, but we are humans just as you are. We shall not harm you nor we wish to do so even defending ourselves. Why dont you come down here, I will send my boys away. If there are many of you we want to see no more than 3 people to begin negotiations."
They all turned and listened. Anderson looked at each of his men, each of them looking back. He puckered his cheeks a little and shifted them in a swishing motion, before coming to a decision "Alright, Kannon, you take point. If things go bad, you lay down fire from here with the sniper and scanner. Plus in that tin-can you're the most threatening looking and that'd probably be bad for diplomacy. Keep that trigger for the C4 nearby though. Tillman, Henderson, you're with me, we're going down. Take some light objects and some excess equipment we don't need. If we give them something odds are that'll show we can be trusted. Small arms only, keep them holstered or out of your hands. We don't want to seem too threatening."
"Honestly, if we had bazookas I don't think those things would find us threatening" murmured Kannon. "Yes, sir!" responded Tillman, and together he and Henderson started to pack up. Some two minutes later they were making their way down the hillside. Anderson turned on his walkie-talkie as they made their way down the hill "Three of us are coming as you request. ETA ten minutes."
"Say, either of you know how to whistle?" asked Tillman, out of the blue. "What does that matter for anything?" asked Henderson, somewhat confused. "Well, I thought we may as well have some music while we go down the hill" responded Tillman.
Anderson raised his eyebrow at the suggestion, before shrugging, saying "While we approach, some music" into the mic, and started to whistle "The Star-Spangled Banner" into the walkie-talkie.
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
The sun was setting on the wasteland horizon, a group of well dressed men was walking towards one the Casinos of New Reno. The Shark Club was once owned by the Bishop Family and New Reno was divided between four different families. All that changed 20 years ago, when the one called "The Chosen One" killed all of the other three families, leaving Family Wright in charge. The group entered the Casino as they walked by the gambling tables the entire building suddenly whent quiet.
"I want to see the manager" - The leader of the men told to a guard at the stairs leading to the upper floors. "R.. Right this way, sir." - The guard led them to the uppermost floor where a fat old man was greedily counting his money, by the look on his face you could tell that he enjoyd his work.
"The Colonel is here, sir" - a guard informed the manager. The smile on the man's face dissapeard entirely when he heard those words. The leader of the men walked up the stairs and to the manager. "I've come to collect this month's pay" - he said. "Certanly sir, but it's been a little tight on the business side this month so..." - Manager tried to figure out some sort of an excuse.
"I don't want to hear your excuses, now either you wil give me the money peacefully or i will force you to give them to me"
The look on the manager's face turned nearly red, but he calmed himself and reluctantly handed out his payment to the man. "Thank you, that will do it for this month." - the man said and turned away.
As he was just about to decend the stairs, the manager shouted after him. "Muska! Remember that i am in chage of this Casino, don't forget that!" "Of cource, but as a member of the Wright Family i am in charge of you." - Muska replied to him with a smirk in his face.
As he returned to the Wright Mansion, he was greeted like a head of Family, wich for one made him wonder what had happened. He was then told that while he was away, Orville had died of the disease wich had tormented him for some time already, before dying Orville had named Muska as his successor of the Wright Family.
When he heard this a smile arose to his face, "Finally, now i can take New Reno to the Glory that it deserves."
"I want to see the manager" - The leader of the men told to a guard at the stairs leading to the upper floors. "R.. Right this way, sir." - The guard led them to the uppermost floor where a fat old man was greedily counting his money, by the look on his face you could tell that he enjoyd his work.
"The Colonel is here, sir" - a guard informed the manager. The smile on the man's face dissapeard entirely when he heard those words. The leader of the men walked up the stairs and to the manager. "I've come to collect this month's pay" - he said. "Certanly sir, but it's been a little tight on the business side this month so..." - Manager tried to figure out some sort of an excuse.
"I don't want to hear your excuses, now either you wil give me the money peacefully or i will force you to give them to me"
The look on the manager's face turned nearly red, but he calmed himself and reluctantly handed out his payment to the man. "Thank you, that will do it for this month." - the man said and turned away.
As he was just about to decend the stairs, the manager shouted after him. "Muska! Remember that i am in chage of this Casino, don't forget that!" "Of cource, but as a member of the Wright Family i am in charge of you." - Muska replied to him with a smirk in his face.
As he returned to the Wright Mansion, he was greeted like a head of Family, wich for one made him wonder what had happened. He was then told that while he was away, Orville had died of the disease wich had tormented him for some time already, before dying Orville had named Muska as his successor of the Wright Family.
When he heard this a smile arose to his face, "Finally, now i can take New Reno to the Glory that it deserves."
Gelion
Retired Captain
"Three of are coming as you request. ETA ten minutes...." suddenly said the box. Millis shivered. "if it was the good old days I'd wack the thing fo r scaring me like that.... I should have thought more before answering them..... this could be anything.... I'm loosing my touch". He turned around: "Borg come here!..... no not so close.... lets come away from this thing..... he whispered: "spread the men around wihtout creating panic. Take positions, but leave someone in the open....alert the inner guys to be able to seal the base in case something goes wrong. And don't shout like last time.... I hope I was spaeking low enough. Now get moving!"
Mills came back to where he was sitting. 5 minutes left.... I might as well have lunch before I meet them. "Hey Borg!"
Soon sound of marching soldiers came form the same side where the bot appeared. they were soldiers allright. Millis sure hoped they were not the only profession prepresented in their "Eastern state". He wished so very much....
".....say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam....."
The soldier stopped wistling....and the group stopped.
"I greet you people from the East. What brought you here?" Millis tried to smile. He knew it was important to someone of his size....
Mills came back to where he was sitting. 5 minutes left.... I might as well have lunch before I meet them. "Hey Borg!"
Soon sound of marching soldiers came form the same side where the bot appeared. they were soldiers allright. Millis sure hoped they were not the only profession prepresented in their "Eastern state". He wished so very much....
".....say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam....."
The soldier stopped wistling....and the group stopped.
"I greet you people from the East. What brought you here?" Millis tried to smile. He knew it was important to someone of his size....
Symphony D.
Deity
Anderson approached the leader of the Mutants, flanked to either side by Tillman and Henderson. He adjusted his cap as they got within twenty feet, and took off his sunglasses, pocketing them in his combat vest. He stopped approximately ten feet away from the Commander. "Hello. I'm Major Anderson, INVICTUS Army," then turned slightly and gestured at Tillman, and then Anderson "These are Sergeant Tillman and Dr. Henderson, respectively."
He held out one hand to Tillman, waiting to receive something which they had agreed could be sacrificed for the sake of diplomacy. Tillman slowly unshouldered his pack and looked through it, taking time and making no hasty motions, a surprisingly tactful act for someone like him, before removing one of the smaller handheld visual amplifiers and handing it to the Major.
Anderson took it and extended it to the Millis "Before we explain why we are here, we offer a gift to show that we are sincere in our intentions; it lets you see the world in a whole new way. We are the military representatives of a government which considers all people - of whatever form - to be equal, and which seeks to once more bring security, equality, justice, and freedom to the land. We wish to restore the entirety of this land to its former glory. To do so, we will require strong allies of diverse backgrounds, and as such we seek friends. That search has brought us here. We wish to ask permission to explore this place, and to offer greater communication between our peoples. We believe we both might benefit from such things. As a further sign of trust..."
Anderson turned and looked at Tillman and Henderson "Put down your firearms."
"But, sir...!" started Tillman. Anderson gave him a steely look in reply. Tillman gritted his teeth, before slowly unshouldering his rifle and setting it on the ground. Henderson had drawn his pistol with an equal degree of cool, keeping his finger out of the trigger guard, and set it on the ground. Anderson then turned to face Millis once more, before setting his rifle down between himself and Millis, and sitting down "So, lets talk."
OOC: May I now begin normal diplomacy or do you still want to story-mode it?
He held out one hand to Tillman, waiting to receive something which they had agreed could be sacrificed for the sake of diplomacy. Tillman slowly unshouldered his pack and looked through it, taking time and making no hasty motions, a surprisingly tactful act for someone like him, before removing one of the smaller handheld visual amplifiers and handing it to the Major.
Anderson took it and extended it to the Millis "Before we explain why we are here, we offer a gift to show that we are sincere in our intentions; it lets you see the world in a whole new way. We are the military representatives of a government which considers all people - of whatever form - to be equal, and which seeks to once more bring security, equality, justice, and freedom to the land. We wish to restore the entirety of this land to its former glory. To do so, we will require strong allies of diverse backgrounds, and as such we seek friends. That search has brought us here. We wish to ask permission to explore this place, and to offer greater communication between our peoples. We believe we both might benefit from such things. As a further sign of trust..."
Anderson turned and looked at Tillman and Henderson "Put down your firearms."
"But, sir...!" started Tillman. Anderson gave him a steely look in reply. Tillman gritted his teeth, before slowly unshouldering his rifle and setting it on the ground. Henderson had drawn his pistol with an equal degree of cool, keeping his finger out of the trigger guard, and set it on the ground. Anderson then turned to face Millis once more, before setting his rifle down between himself and Millis, and sitting down "So, lets talk."
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OOC: May I now begin normal diplomacy or do you still want to story-mode it?
Gelion
Retired Captain
Lets do diplomacy as I think this story chapter is closed.... Millis and Anderson sat down and finally prepared to talk. Later we can come back to a story mode
Mutants:
We heard your proposal. We suggest establishing some from of mutual "investigation" missions. We are not prepared to leave the base, but we are willing to let you explore it eventualy. But first we must find out more about each other. We suggest a 5-men mission into each others capital to negotiate terms of coexisting and find out more about each other.
Mutants:
We heard your proposal. We suggest establishing some from of mutual "investigation" missions. We are not prepared to leave the base, but we are willing to let you explore it eventualy. But first we must find out more about each other. We suggest a 5-men mission into each others capital to negotiate terms of coexisting and find out more about each other.
Gelion
Retired Captain
@Reno: Good story Can't really comment on it, besides PMed stuff
Can't really comment on it, besides PMed stuff
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
Gelion said:@Reno: Good story
Thanks, the changes wich Muska will implement will become visible in due time.
Symphony D.
Deity
TO: C3 HQ - Cheyenne Mountain
FROM: Field Recon. Unit 05-EPSILON, Dolores, Colorado
DATE: February 18, 2263
SUBJECT: Contact Successful, Authorization Required on "Exploratory" Emissaries
Contact successfully and peacefully established with mutant population in Dolores. Suggest exploration of base possible in future if trust built. Request that five-man teams be exchanged between Dolores and Cheyenne Mountain to learn about each other in order to begin establishing relations. Authorization for such a visit requires executive authority. Request C3 contacts executive branch. Awaiting reply.
Maj. Darrel Anderson
N1253-4-G28-4
TO: Field Recon. Unit 05-EPSILON, Dolores, Colorado
FROM: C3 HQ - Cheyenne Mountain
DATE: February 18, 2263
SUBJECT: RE: "Exploratory" Emissaries
Authorization granted. Good job, Maj. Anderson.
Maj. Gen. Hank Landry
N0642-7-C76-9
To: Mutants
From: INVICTUS
We agree to your offer and believe we have much to teach one another. We will prepare our diplomatic team shortly and they should arrive within the week. Our unit on site will immediately escort your team to our capitol if you wish.
OOC: I'm rather disappointed nobody has picked up on the Stargate SG-1 references I'm throwing around (and Magnum P.I. and Aliens), or at least has declined to say anything.
FROM: Field Recon. Unit 05-EPSILON, Dolores, Colorado
DATE: February 18, 2263
SUBJECT: Contact Successful, Authorization Required on "Exploratory" Emissaries
Contact successfully and peacefully established with mutant population in Dolores. Suggest exploration of base possible in future if trust built. Request that five-man teams be exchanged between Dolores and Cheyenne Mountain to learn about each other in order to begin establishing relations. Authorization for such a visit requires executive authority. Request C3 contacts executive branch. Awaiting reply.
Maj. Darrel Anderson
N1253-4-G28-4
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TO: Field Recon. Unit 05-EPSILON, Dolores, Colorado
FROM: C3 HQ - Cheyenne Mountain
DATE: February 18, 2263
SUBJECT: RE: "Exploratory" Emissaries
Authorization granted. Good job, Maj. Anderson.
Maj. Gen. Hank Landry
N0642-7-C76-9
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To: Mutants
From: INVICTUS
We agree to your offer and believe we have much to teach one another. We will prepare our diplomatic team shortly and they should arrive within the week. Our unit on site will immediately escort your team to our capitol if you wish.
OOC: I'm rather disappointed nobody has picked up on the Stargate SG-1 references I'm throwing around (and Magnum P.I. and Aliens), or at least has declined to say anything.
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
OCC: BTW Symphone D. I've noticed a while back that you have a project named Wright. Should i feel threatened?
Symphony D.
Deity
OOC: Well, it doesn't involve the Wright family. I only just barely know Free Utah. Regarding whether you or anyone else should feel threatened by it, such things remain to be seen... 
The other project's name is perhaps a hint as to the meaning...
The other project's name is perhaps a hint as to the meaning...
Gelion
Retired Captain
Gtg now so I wont reply for some time.....
Mutants to INVICTUS:
We agree.
OOC: I will do a report on the Mutant base you can do the same for yours if you like..... Borg will be 2nd in command in Mutant group....
Mutants to INVICTUS:
We agree.
OOC: I will do a report on the Mutant base you can do the same for yours if you like..... Borg will be 2nd in command in Mutant group....
Symphony D.
Deity
"All I'm saying is it sounds like it'd be better to try rather than do nothing at all!" exclaimed Dr. Rafael Ortega, the exasperation in his voice rather clear. This meeting had been going nowhere. "It's sounds like a waste of resources that could be used on completing Edison or Wright," responded Dr. Peter Golembiski. The Executive Attache had remained fairly silent on the matter and was showing trace signs of amusement; she was clearly enjoying watching the Scientific Advisory Board argue amongst itself, as it often did. "Look," started Ortega, before turning to EA Helen Takehashi, obviously making a gambit to appeal to her directly "all I need is a four-man team of scientists and engineers and a month and I think we can make contact."
Takehashi quirked one eyebrow at the doctor in curiousity "That's it?"
"That's it," replied Ortega, before pulling up a schematic on the room's projector "We all know that prior to the war, Cheyenne Mountain housed NORAD, USNORTHCOM, USSTRATCOM, and AFSPC. It was effectively the brain of a vast central nervous system of sensors and data collection arrays. Now it stands to reason that a lot of that was destroyed in the war but what if some of it still functions? Think about the prospects if we can reestablish communication with any portion of that system. Considering no warheads managed to hit the Cheyenne Mountain complex during the war our communications equipment is still mostly intact, its just been neglected because nobody figured it'd do any good with all the radiation in the atmosphere and most of humanity vaporized. Give me a month and four good men and I can get it back up and running and we can see if we've got anything that will do us any good."
Takehashi glanced at Golembiski "Will the diversion of five people significantly delay either Edison or Wright, Doctor?"
Golembiski grimaced a little "Not significantly, although all our best people are already heavily envolved," he paused, then reluctantly added "I think I can spare them some time from their work to help Dr. Ortega, however, I suggest they work on it concurrently with Wright and Edison - this will mean Dr. Ortega's work will take longer, but it will reduce any impact on either Wright or Edison to virtually nothing. It would expand the time to perhaps four months - Ortega is correct in that the communications arrays are still in fairly good shape. This is my official recommendation to the President."
With that, Takehashi turned her gaze once more to Ortega "Is that acceptable to you, doctor?"
Ortega glanced at Golembiski somewhat annoyedly before nodding his head "It's better than nothing. I will stand behind that recommendation to the President as well."
Takehashi nodded before pushing her chair back and standing "Very well then ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your time, and I shall brief the President shortly."
Takehashi quirked one eyebrow at the doctor in curiousity "That's it?"
"That's it," replied Ortega, before pulling up a schematic on the room's projector "We all know that prior to the war, Cheyenne Mountain housed NORAD, USNORTHCOM, USSTRATCOM, and AFSPC. It was effectively the brain of a vast central nervous system of sensors and data collection arrays. Now it stands to reason that a lot of that was destroyed in the war but what if some of it still functions? Think about the prospects if we can reestablish communication with any portion of that system. Considering no warheads managed to hit the Cheyenne Mountain complex during the war our communications equipment is still mostly intact, its just been neglected because nobody figured it'd do any good with all the radiation in the atmosphere and most of humanity vaporized. Give me a month and four good men and I can get it back up and running and we can see if we've got anything that will do us any good."
Takehashi glanced at Golembiski "Will the diversion of five people significantly delay either Edison or Wright, Doctor?"
Golembiski grimaced a little "Not significantly, although all our best people are already heavily envolved," he paused, then reluctantly added "I think I can spare them some time from their work to help Dr. Ortega, however, I suggest they work on it concurrently with Wright and Edison - this will mean Dr. Ortega's work will take longer, but it will reduce any impact on either Wright or Edison to virtually nothing. It would expand the time to perhaps four months - Ortega is correct in that the communications arrays are still in fairly good shape. This is my official recommendation to the President."
With that, Takehashi turned her gaze once more to Ortega "Is that acceptable to you, doctor?"
Ortega glanced at Golembiski somewhat annoyedly before nodding his head "It's better than nothing. I will stand behind that recommendation to the President as well."
Takehashi nodded before pushing her chair back and standing "Very well then ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your time, and I shall brief the President shortly."
Kozmos
Jew Detective
OOC:Gelion what is the diffrence between normal Power Armour,the MkI and MKII versions?You can PM me if you want.
Symphony D.
Deity
Power Armor, Advanced Power Armor (Mk I), Advanced Power Armor (Mk II). Technically there's hardened Power Armor too, but eh. Bigger number is better, stronger, so on.
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