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Posted story is wikified http://www.fenspace.net/index.php5?titl ... Greywalker]here (It'll need to be broken up to be actually posted.), with all the numbers so people who haven't contributed but wish to can put things in the right place. (And attributions to scenes contributed.)
You wan't to contribute, right? PLEASE???
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After 9 AM Sunday 14th September 2014 if you didn't record the video stream at the time you will have had to track it down over the Fen-net as it won't be on the normal servers.
As noted above, the sections of story have numbers to them, so people can match up what's been written to what they've written. It least, I hope that people (including those who have already contributed) will do so.
I'm posting again because I feel I have the next chunk of story done. I'll be posting at a week apart, hopefully so I can keep what remains of my muse at the moment.
So, here's the next segment.
"…" – Normal Speech
- Radio communications
… […] - Foreign language [Translation]
… – Device Speech
~ … ~ - Thoughts
… – Spell casting
**17**
In a dark corner, A.C. began consolidating her weapons and ammunition while she plotted her next move. Power levels were increasing far too rapidly for her liking, and she hadn’t had time to check the black boxes she’d salvaged. She could have guided Phobos or Deimos through it, but they were scouting.
Upgraden empfohlen. [Upgrading Recommended.] Laevatein put in.
Deimos added.
A.C replied.
Phobos asked.
A.C. told her, mentally noting but ignoring the JRPG-like inventory window her tactical processor had created for her HUD. She knew she wasn’t making best use of Laevatein’s pocket-dimension storage system, having to store weapons and ammo in separate pockets. It wasn’t his fault that the openings were large enough to spill magazines when she needed to get at a gun.
Sabotageakt? [Sabotage?] Laevatein wondered, as he fed sensor data to the map window provided by the cyber-senshi’s tactical processor where it was collated with feeds from the two guardians and put in a 3-D display.
A.C. was proceeding with her consolidation far faster than would have been assumed even for a combat robot, let alone a cyborg. Mainly because she was using her hair to hold loose items, or move the empty and full magazines to their respective pockets (it wouldn’t do to litter after all. That it’d give away a hiding spot was another reason).
Deimos called excitedly.
The raven-haired warrior mentally sighed as the blue clad mini-senshi projected what she’d found. The map updated with her position, an annoying treasure chest icon showing the item she’d found.
The inventory management sub-process running in her cyberbrain informed her that consolidation was complete, so the cyberneticist cracked the tools and stripped down one of the landmate data recorders. Although her tactical processor thought it was getting dangerous to stay here, and her neural interface was picking up increased wireless transmissions.
A.C. resolved to work on some sort of inter-implant communications structure, as the sheer amount of data passing through her mind was making it like being a crowd where everyone was yelling.
Phobos called.
The Belkan Senshi mentally growled.
Deimos replied with a mental wink.
A.C. rolled her eyes as she put away her project and left cover. This was getting annoying.
***
Blue-9 acknowledged as the rest of his team set themselves.
At the inbound heat signature, Blue-12 (the team mage) threw an ice lance downrange cancelling the inbound fireball. Blue-7 (Spartan) and Blue-19 (Knight Saber, A3-Type) started firing plasma bolts across the corridor, covering from roof to floor. Blue-9 (Silver Sentinel, as he considered the Landmates to be clunky) readied repulsars and uni-beam while going to full power on his sensors while Blue-14 grumbled and set himself to shield with the Goa’uld hand devices he held. Just in time too, as something slammed into it hard. Blue-14 grunted as some of the momentum bled through, making him feel as though he’d just got hit by a heavy beach ball.
The projectile ricocheted from the now rippling shield and smashed into the floor. It looked like a knife with something round attached-
Blue-7 yelled just before it exploded.
The shield held long enough to protect them, but Blue-14 paid the price as his arms shattered under the strain and he lost concentration.
A.C. shot through the smoke both feet first like the tip of a spear, arms crossed over her body but holding both her swords edge front. As Blue-12 and Blue-14 were standing, they found themselves sliced in half as Blue-9 felt his chest armour collapse inward from the Scarlet Angel’s flying kick before the momentum blew him off his feet.
The Senshi cyborg seemed to absorb some of her momentum by bending her legs slightly before she pushed off Blue-9, throwing him further down the corridor and turning to face the reacting Spartan and Knight Saber. Her armoured heels screeched loudly as her feet touched floor, friction throwing sparks and smoke as she crouched to absorb more momentum.
The partially turned Knight Saber suddenly exploded as Phobos launched a Burning Mandala at her unprotected power pack. The Spartan jerked in surprise, as sudden indecision as to the greatest threat caused him to turn towards the darting Phobos. A.C. took advantage to throw a Fire Soul down Laevatein, blowing the green armoured warrior to smithereens with the violet edged fireball.
Detecting the other forces inbound, the cybernetic Senshi of Mars span back towards the direction she’d sent the Silver Sentinel and took off running with Phobos in pursuit.
***
“Go Major, go Major, GO!”
Valiantly ignoring the now pompom-wielding holographic Tachkomas planning an acrobatic cheerleading display, Lebia and Eddie were performing a deep analysis of the neural interface system for ways to interrupt it safely while Greenpeace tried working out what items had been placed in the Gauntlet.
***
Tessa Thornton's normal scowl deepened as she noticed the lack of work being done. Most of the engineers were by the holo-camouflage section half engrossed in a projection as they argued how strong high heels were?
She stalked over to give them a piece of her mind.
Posted story is wikified http://www.fenspace.net/index.php5?titl ... Greywalker]here (It'll need to be broken up to be actually posted.), with all the numbers so people who haven't contributed but wish to can put things in the right place. (And attributions to scenes contributed.)
You wan't to contribute, right? PLEASE???
Setting Info:
After 9 AM Sunday 14th September 2014 if you didn't record the video stream at the time you will have had to track it down over the Fen-net as it won't be on the normal servers.
As noted above, the sections of story have numbers to them, so people can match up what's been written to what they've written. It least, I hope that people (including those who have already contributed) will do so.
I'm posting again because I feel I have the next chunk of story done. I'll be posting at a week apart, hopefully so I can keep what remains of my muse at the moment.
So, here's the next segment.
"…" – Normal Speech
- Radio communications
… […] - Foreign language [Translation]
… – Device Speech
~ … ~ - Thoughts
… – Spell casting
**17**
In a dark corner, A.C. began consolidating her weapons and ammunition while she plotted her next move. Power levels were increasing far too rapidly for her liking, and she hadn’t had time to check the black boxes she’d salvaged. She could have guided Phobos or Deimos through it, but they were scouting.
Upgraden empfohlen. [Upgrading Recommended.] Laevatein put in.
Deimos added.
A.C replied.
Phobos asked.
A.C. told her, mentally noting but ignoring the JRPG-like inventory window her tactical processor had created for her HUD. She knew she wasn’t making best use of Laevatein’s pocket-dimension storage system, having to store weapons and ammo in separate pockets. It wasn’t his fault that the openings were large enough to spill magazines when she needed to get at a gun.
Sabotageakt? [Sabotage?] Laevatein wondered, as he fed sensor data to the map window provided by the cyber-senshi’s tactical processor where it was collated with feeds from the two guardians and put in a 3-D display.
A.C. was proceeding with her consolidation far faster than would have been assumed even for a combat robot, let alone a cyborg. Mainly because she was using her hair to hold loose items, or move the empty and full magazines to their respective pockets (it wouldn’t do to litter after all. That it’d give away a hiding spot was another reason).
Deimos called excitedly.
The raven-haired warrior mentally sighed as the blue clad mini-senshi projected what she’d found. The map updated with her position, an annoying treasure chest icon showing the item she’d found.
The inventory management sub-process running in her cyberbrain informed her that consolidation was complete, so the cyberneticist cracked the tools and stripped down one of the landmate data recorders. Although her tactical processor thought it was getting dangerous to stay here, and her neural interface was picking up increased wireless transmissions.
A.C. resolved to work on some sort of inter-implant communications structure, as the sheer amount of data passing through her mind was making it like being a crowd where everyone was yelling.
Phobos called.
The Belkan Senshi mentally growled.
Deimos replied with a mental wink.
A.C. rolled her eyes as she put away her project and left cover. This was getting annoying.
***
Blue-9 acknowledged as the rest of his team set themselves.
At the inbound heat signature, Blue-12 (the team mage) threw an ice lance downrange cancelling the inbound fireball. Blue-7 (Spartan) and Blue-19 (Knight Saber, A3-Type) started firing plasma bolts across the corridor, covering from roof to floor. Blue-9 (Silver Sentinel, as he considered the Landmates to be clunky) readied repulsars and uni-beam while going to full power on his sensors while Blue-14 grumbled and set himself to shield with the Goa’uld hand devices he held. Just in time too, as something slammed into it hard. Blue-14 grunted as some of the momentum bled through, making him feel as though he’d just got hit by a heavy beach ball.
The projectile ricocheted from the now rippling shield and smashed into the floor. It looked like a knife with something round attached-
Blue-7 yelled just before it exploded.
The shield held long enough to protect them, but Blue-14 paid the price as his arms shattered under the strain and he lost concentration.
A.C. shot through the smoke both feet first like the tip of a spear, arms crossed over her body but holding both her swords edge front. As Blue-12 and Blue-14 were standing, they found themselves sliced in half as Blue-9 felt his chest armour collapse inward from the Scarlet Angel’s flying kick before the momentum blew him off his feet.
The Senshi cyborg seemed to absorb some of her momentum by bending her legs slightly before she pushed off Blue-9, throwing him further down the corridor and turning to face the reacting Spartan and Knight Saber. Her armoured heels screeched loudly as her feet touched floor, friction throwing sparks and smoke as she crouched to absorb more momentum.
The partially turned Knight Saber suddenly exploded as Phobos launched a Burning Mandala at her unprotected power pack. The Spartan jerked in surprise, as sudden indecision as to the greatest threat caused him to turn towards the darting Phobos. A.C. took advantage to throw a Fire Soul down Laevatein, blowing the green armoured warrior to smithereens with the violet edged fireball.
Detecting the other forces inbound, the cybernetic Senshi of Mars span back towards the direction she’d sent the Silver Sentinel and took off running with Phobos in pursuit.
***
“Go Major, go Major, GO!”
Valiantly ignoring the now pompom-wielding holographic Tachkomas planning an acrobatic cheerleading display, Lebia and Eddie were performing a deep analysis of the neural interface system for ways to interrupt it safely while Greenpeace tried working out what items had been placed in the Gauntlet.
***
Tessa Thornton's normal scowl deepened as she noticed the lack of work being done. Most of the engineers were by the holo-camouflage section half engrossed in a projection as they argued how strong high heels were?
She stalked over to give them a piece of her mind.