(( I want to set it up as a Investigative type RP for the second part that takes place in the 2013 at the end. If the hooks are good enough feel free to go ahead.))
May 2, 2015
Lunar surface
Fendane, fendane, fendane, yes fendane, I’ve never in interested in
running off to explore space like the other fen. I however always
wanted a mech of some sort. Not one of the more well known ones, I’d
figure they’d be a dime a dozen after a while. How little I knew at
that time, figures most fen got fixated on that they could make their
car fly. With the moon just a short waved trip away I can’t blame them.
Considering that I’m leaving my foot prints in the lunar dust as I type
this while watching the earth floating there in the sky. I wonder what
future generations will make of the giant paw prints crisscrossing the
moon. Anyway, I’m just a ghost in a metal shell, a echo as it where of
a man named Stae Nor.
I went and built a zoid, took about three years to do. It helps to work
in a salvage yard that has a bunch of rat rod builders. So people
wouldn’t ask questions when you wander off with materials to build
things. They figured you where building a rat rod somewhere. Since I
didn’t have wave when I started it was almost completely done when I
got my first can of the wave. I wasn’t passed it quietly by someone
else or had it mailed to me. It just showed up on my door step one day
along with a note on handling. Hindsight says I should have realized it
was bait at that time. If I had talked to some of the builders in the
area I’d learned that they had gotten cans as well. Most of them have
had run ins with the law and tossed the cans as soon as they could. Me?
I just danced a jig and started taking my work apart to wave it.
The wave? I fed it on print outs of zoid captures from the TV shows as
well as box art from the model kits. Took a while and a lot of the
wave, but I finally got it finished. Even had time to paint the armor
with a mix of wave and metallic yellow automotive paint. Borrowing a
idea from Battletech while scrounging together the computer core. I
built a waved neural helmet to help control the movement and balance.
When everything dried I climbed into the cockpit of the zoid with a
extension ladder. First time I booted up the zoid and put the neural
helmet it was like being dipped under water. I found out later that it
made a copy of my mind to use as a interface with me, but that was
later. When I surfaced everything was more clear, I could sense things
through the sensors as if they where my own. Feel the power coursing
through the zoids frame.
So
I took ‘em for a spin under the night sky,bounding over road , hedge,
and fence. Across the farmers fields. I lost track of time with my fun,
the zoid was like wearing a really well fitting glove. I returned to
the old barn that I had built it in during the false dawn just before
the sunrise. So lost was I in the feeling of power I forgot to scan the
barn. It came back to bite me while I was in the process of standing up
to remove the helmet after opening up the cockpit in the form of a
burning pain in my chest. Like someone shoving a pair of hot pokers
through it. Then the numb and cold came as I fell from the cockpit. The
blackness took me after I hit the ground, but that last sight as it did
will haunt me forever. It was as if I was looking down at myself on the
ground as a man stepped from the shadows towards my body.
What happened
between then and when I ‘woke’ up. I’ve only been able to piece together
from news reports and accounts from Fen that investigated the robberies.
October 15, 2013
State of Kentucky, USA
“This
is Tam O’hear reporting from Campton at the site of another midnight
bank attack. As you can see behind me the bank has been mostly
destroyed with the vault missing. Authorities believe the suspects are
using handwaved machines to attack the banks and carry off the vaults.”
The camera pans over the remains of the bank as she is talking, showing
half the single story building to be flattened. While firefighters and
police pick through the remains. The parking lot has been badly damaged
by something. The camera pans back to the reporter, “This has been the
third such attack in eastern Kentucky, the vaults from the other two
banks still haven’t been located.”
“The
only leads so far was a recovered ATM video from the Bank of America
attack just south in Jackson. The Authorities have not released that
video to the news as of yet. All other external cameras in all three
robberies where destroyed before they could film anything” The reporter
nods, “Now to Janny for the weather.” A man lifted the remote and clicked the TV off before turning towards the others siting in the room. "The boss wants two more banks hit and then for us to lay low after disposing of that mech." He points to two of the men standing in the back, "You and you are to go hit that old couple over in Mountain Valley. They have finally waved that RV, you're to hit them tonight." The man draws his finger across his neck to chuckles all around, "Slit their throats and make it as bloody as you can and take the RV to the usually drop point then get off world." The two picked grin and slip out the door. "Now the rest of us have a bank to pick."
(( Frenchburg, Stanton, and Campton are the towns in eastern Kentucky that have been hit. With each bank being pretty much flattened to gain access to the vault room to cart it off. There has also been a number of disappearances in the area. ))
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Characters
Sabre Fang
Dakota
May 2, 2015
Lunar surface
Fendane, fendane, fendane, yes fendane, I’ve never in interested in
running off to explore space like the other fen. I however always
wanted a mech of some sort. Not one of the more well known ones, I’d
figure they’d be a dime a dozen after a while. How little I knew at
that time, figures most fen got fixated on that they could make their
car fly. With the moon just a short waved trip away I can’t blame them.
Considering that I’m leaving my foot prints in the lunar dust as I type
this while watching the earth floating there in the sky. I wonder what
future generations will make of the giant paw prints crisscrossing the
moon. Anyway, I’m just a ghost in a metal shell, a echo as it where of
a man named Stae Nor.
I went and built a zoid, took about three years to do. It helps to work
in a salvage yard that has a bunch of rat rod builders. So people
wouldn’t ask questions when you wander off with materials to build
things. They figured you where building a rat rod somewhere. Since I
didn’t have wave when I started it was almost completely done when I
got my first can of the wave. I wasn’t passed it quietly by someone
else or had it mailed to me. It just showed up on my door step one day
along with a note on handling. Hindsight says I should have realized it
was bait at that time. If I had talked to some of the builders in the
area I’d learned that they had gotten cans as well. Most of them have
had run ins with the law and tossed the cans as soon as they could. Me?
I just danced a jig and started taking my work apart to wave it.
The wave? I fed it on print outs of zoid captures from the TV shows as
well as box art from the model kits. Took a while and a lot of the
wave, but I finally got it finished. Even had time to paint the armor
with a mix of wave and metallic yellow automotive paint. Borrowing a
idea from Battletech while scrounging together the computer core. I
built a waved neural helmet to help control the movement and balance.
When everything dried I climbed into the cockpit of the zoid with a
extension ladder. First time I booted up the zoid and put the neural
helmet it was like being dipped under water. I found out later that it
made a copy of my mind to use as a interface with me, but that was
later. When I surfaced everything was more clear, I could sense things
through the sensors as if they where my own. Feel the power coursing
through the zoids frame.
So
I took ‘em for a spin under the night sky,bounding over road , hedge,
and fence. Across the farmers fields. I lost track of time with my fun,
the zoid was like wearing a really well fitting glove. I returned to
the old barn that I had built it in during the false dawn just before
the sunrise. So lost was I in the feeling of power I forgot to scan the
barn. It came back to bite me while I was in the process of standing up
to remove the helmet after opening up the cockpit in the form of a
burning pain in my chest. Like someone shoving a pair of hot pokers
through it. Then the numb and cold came as I fell from the cockpit. The
blackness took me after I hit the ground, but that last sight as it did
will haunt me forever. It was as if I was looking down at myself on the
ground as a man stepped from the shadows towards my body.
What happened
between then and when I ‘woke’ up. I’ve only been able to piece together
from news reports and accounts from Fen that investigated the robberies.
October 15, 2013
State of Kentucky, USA
“This
is Tam O’hear reporting from Campton at the site of another midnight
bank attack. As you can see behind me the bank has been mostly
destroyed with the vault missing. Authorities believe the suspects are
using handwaved machines to attack the banks and carry off the vaults.”
The camera pans over the remains of the bank as she is talking, showing
half the single story building to be flattened. While firefighters and
police pick through the remains. The parking lot has been badly damaged
by something. The camera pans back to the reporter, “This has been the
third such attack in eastern Kentucky, the vaults from the other two
banks still haven’t been located.”
“The
only leads so far was a recovered ATM video from the Bank of America
attack just south in Jackson. The Authorities have not released that
video to the news as of yet. All other external cameras in all three
robberies where destroyed before they could film anything” The reporter
nods, “Now to Janny for the weather.” A man lifted the remote and clicked the TV off before turning towards the others siting in the room. "The boss wants two more banks hit and then for us to lay low after disposing of that mech." He points to two of the men standing in the back, "You and you are to go hit that old couple over in Mountain Valley. They have finally waved that RV, you're to hit them tonight." The man draws his finger across his neck to chuckles all around, "Slit their throats and make it as bloody as you can and take the RV to the usually drop point then get off world." The two picked grin and slip out the door. "Now the rest of us have a bank to pick."
(( Frenchburg, Stanton, and Campton are the towns in eastern Kentucky that have been hit. With each bank being pretty much flattened to gain access to the vault room to cart it off. There has also been a number of disappearances in the area. ))
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Characters
Sabre Fang
Dakota
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