Worlds Apart

[FrankZ]

The year is 2050.
The world is no more than a civilized wasteland. The countries are all obsolete, and the continents have been broken down into no more than a single nation, with several tribes of different nationalities. Gilmore Brookeland is the leader of the American Tribe known as the ASUVIVO, or American Survivors. Takazi Naiobe is the leader of the ASUALLE or the Asian Survivor's Allegiance; and Dimitri Goeseppi is the leader of a civilization known only as the Critters, or those who chose to live a life in exile, living only as bandits and thieves, stealing from old women's purses and shooting bullets in boys faces.

The ASUVIVO resides on the plainlands, the ASUALLE in the high mountains, and the Critters in the deserts.

The ASUVIVO controls technology, the ASUALLE natural resources, and the Critters hold weapons, machinery, and drugs.

War among tribes happen every night, to know who among them are the strongest, to salvage whatever food they can take away from the hostile tribes. The VIVOS (or those who are members of the ASUVIVO) have far more advanced expertise in military combat and warheads, resulting them to be most likely the strongest in the present. Second to them are the Critters, who specialize dark and dirty tactics, whom are far more stealth than the fat ASUVIVO warriors. The ASUALLE however, are neutral to both tribes. They are lovers of peace and nature, and specialize in natural and psychic powers, resulting them to be the most plentiful with food and resources among the tribes.

------End of Introduction------

[TheOutcast]

I'll play Dimitri. Give me some time to think up his description and symbol. :)

Oh, and go easy on me, this is my first time RPing. I just want to get some experience 'under my belt.' :D

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Dimitri Goeseppi's description:

Type: Medium build, Caucasian.
Hair: Short, dark brown.
Facial Hair: Goatee, same color.
Facial Description: Scar on the left eye.
Eyes: Blue.
Clothing: Plain black T-shirt, black leather jacket. Baggy cargo jeans, and boots.
Motto: Fight or fail, I shall prevail. (opinion?) Not the best motto, but it'll do.

I don't have Photoshop or anything, so I'll just describe the symbol:
It'll be a dangerous looking snake with flames. That's cool enough.

[FrankZ]

Official RP Announcement No.1:
A leader has been appointed. WarBoards Member No. 42805 Username Outcast has been appointed as the leader of the Critters. He will play the role of Dimitri Goeseppi.

The Critters' Official Motto will be:
Fight or Fail, We Shall Prevail

The Critter's Official Symbol, as Outcast described but sadly did not provide has been attached in this reply. Please feel free to check it out, and PM me if it is necessary to change any element of the symbol (please do not post your comment).

Thank you,
Worlds Apart Game Master
FrankZ0509

[Escade]

I'll take ASUALLE's Takazi Naiobe. I've got a pretty good idea of what he'll look like, but not a clear idea on the emblem, however.

Name: Takazi Naiobe
Physical Appearance: Not the tallest figure, standing at a less then imposing 5'42, black hair is about mid-forehead length. With deep, heavy brown eyes. A small bit of untaken care of stubble is usually on his face
Clothing: On casual, or on regular ocassions, he wears a pair of rugged cargo pants, and a black shirt, usually with the emblem sewn onto the shirt. On other situations, he dons a trench coat, often with a bucket hat. Besides the coat, he wears a pair of army boots, cargo pants and a shirt.
Age: 36
Equipment/Effects: A worn rolex watch, a wakazashi clipped on the side of his cargos, and a road map.

ASUALLE
Symbol Description: A lotus with a dragon/snake coiling around it is as far as I can think of right now.
Motto: Over Mountains, Over Seas. (Not particularily good, but gets the point across.)

[FrankZ]

Official RP Announcement No.2:
A leader has been appointed. WarBoards Member No. 43896 Username Escade has been appointed as the leader of the ASUALLE. He will play the role of Takazi Niobe.

The ASUALLE's Official Motto will be:
Over Mountains, Over Seas

The Critter's Official Symbol is currently under designing process. It will posted as soon as it is available.

--- Remarks:
I honestly like Escade's motto. It seems to me like the kind of people that he has in mind are those of the explorer types. Very nice idea.

Regards,
Worlds Apart Game Master
FrankZ0509

[SolidSamurai]

And I'll take America's own Gilmore 'Tiger' Brookeland.

Brookeland is a ridiculously large man of 6'6, bearing a combined bloodline of caucasian and latino characteristics, weighing close to 380 pounds, more or less incredibly muscular, despite his somewhat advanced age of 47. His intense desire for independant action has developed the tradition of the leader forgoing duty to their own family, and instead trading that duty for duty to the people. The leader is also a bit of a dictator. However, Brookeland is 'fatherly' enough in his own right.

Brookeland has light brown hair, a tanned complexion, wild brown eyes, and many visible thick veins like rivers all over his muscular body where veins and arteries weren't thought possible to exist. Some have debated if even steroids could manage to allow him to achieve this state of physical superiority. Nevertheless, the Tiger has his own personal medical cabinet of administrators and highly qualified doctors and scientists who perform both treatment and research to his elite section. The Tiger is also expectedly a military man, choosing to serve if only for the fun of the hunt as he claims. It might be true that the man is a bit of a sociopath, but nevertheless he is also wise, intelligent, and incredibly cunning. A master marksman and huntsman, the title 'Tiger' is by no means a title given in jest.

In battle, the Tiger is a fan of striped camo paint that applies in addition to the elaborate tatoos he already possesses. His 'rapid response' unit are masters of organisation, crisis management, and stealth.

When worse comes to worse, the Tiger has a decent stock pile of bombs stored in various old-fashioned silos, both underground and above. When it comes to lauching, ICBM's as well as other powerful missile-launchers can be quickly erected with whatever advanced machinery and tools are made available. Defense is also a decent trade among the various business in ASOVIVO. Among defenses include traditional electric barbwiring, humvee patrols, and powerful mines, both in the sea and on the land (though some mines are in development; these mines can supposedly trace an enemy and magnetize themselves to the destined target; once found the target is quickly destroyed by the airborne, attracting mine (just like mines in half-life 2)).

Additionally, VIVO has some of the most skilled computer programmers and scientists around. Their pride in software development appears unhindered; the only real competition proving to be Critter punk hackers, and ASSAULE corporate competition.

Possessions: In addition to the thick body armor, camo gear, ranger's hat, and combat boots that Brookeland usually sports, he's also got a traditional marine's combat knife and sheath, and many grenades tucked neatly away underneath webbing. Unbelievably, the Tiger's combat knife is actually expandable, capable of extending into a katana-like powerful sword with an acid edge when powered up. The Tiger need only squeeze the knife's handle with a pressure that few strong men can muster.

Each of the Tiger's many specialist soldiers have advanced communications and GPS data mapping interfaces built into their helmets (that allowed?), so that each one may know the status and location of the other whenever called upon.

NOTE: Perhaps VIVO could be the leader of drug development and dealing, too? From this, maybe nanite research if given enough time. I mean VIVO's technology after all. :P

Technology most relied upon: Computers, networking, laser communication, missile defense measures, and a reasonable budget for medical advancement (through mostly grants, rather than actual mass marketing; ie. all effort pooled into finding the cure for cancer or discovering an efficient way to utilize nanobots)
Military tactics most relied upon: Defense, defense, defense. As well as missile, emergency and hazard control as well as warheads. The disadvantage being that nearly any danger issue that comes up must be dealt with effectively or prove to be a very major issue.
Political Structure: Independence among families and individuals. A strong focus on business and capitalism (the main American tradition of corporatism that is mentioned most frequently in history books). The Tiger's father was also a highly accomplished businessman, and the Tiger has inherited many of these values such as the belief in the importance of a strong economy. He's also learned his fair share of financial growth.



ASOVIVO

Logo (the design ordered by Gilmore himself): A muscular bright orange tiger, with hideous teeth, a wild eye (eye of the tiger!), and ferocious paw in mid-air leap. In the background, is either a vault, some sort of barb wiring or a bunch of gold bars.

Motto: Through one's will alone, shall one's will and desires be met and accomplished, for accomplishment is the greatest of satisfactions.

[FrankZ]

Official RP Announcement No.3:
A leader has been appointed. WarBoards Member No. 30514 Username SolidSamurai has been appointed as the leader of the ASUVIVO. He will play the role of Gilmore Brookeland a.k.a. 'The Tiger'.

The ASUVIVO's Official Motto will be:
Through one's will alone, shall one's will and desires be met and accomplished, for accomplishment is the greatest of satisfactions.

The ASUVIVO's Official Symbol is currently under designing process. It will posted as soon as it is available.

--- Remarks:
SolidSamurai has become a gleam of success in this RP. Even in the sign-ups he has already delivered a wise essay.

Regards,
Worlds Apart Game Master
FrankZ0509

[FrankZ]

All interested in participating in this RP, please refer to this thread (http://www.warboards.org/showthread.php?t=34298). The RP will commence as soon as five characters or, two from each team is ready.

Thank you . . .

[TheOutcast]

(I havent written anything in quite some time, so this may be a little awkward to read. And I'm also new to RPing. And I was also told to begin the RP.)

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Sunrise, it is quite a beautiful sight in the desert. The rays shone upon the golden landscape, and the first break of morning sent the night to flee. The clock struck 6am, but Dimitri was already awake once the alarm sounded. He was outside the tent barracks sitting in a lawn chair, smoking a cigar. Every morning it seemed, Dimitri would always rise earlier than the rest, and relax taking steady puffs of a cigar. Sunlight marred the bright dunes of the desert as its source rose above the barren wasteland. Miles and miles of nothingness was illuminated to Dimitri's eyes. He gazed upon the horizon, as if there was anything to see. His trance was broken when the first civilian walked out from the barracks.

The man never said anything to Dimitri as he walked out, but instead he walked to the kitchen tent for breakfast. Dimitri was not hungry. Everyone else will need to eat their fill. There was a war last night, the Asualle Clan attempted a raid for the Critters supply cache. The Asualle are weak compared to the might of the Critters, Dimitri thought to himself as the rising sun of morning inched behind a cloud, casting a cold shadow among the desert encampment.

Nobody else woke up to the irritating ring of the alarm. Dimitri, for a leader, is lenient. Today there will be no worry for us. We must only spend the day preparing for tonight, just incase the ASUVIVO decide to unleash hell. In fact, Dimitri fears the ASUVIVO for they are more advanced than the Critters. He will always remain prepared, he will never fail. He walked around the encampment, and then to a shed. Within the shed was his motorbike, he hopped on the bike, and left to the nearest settlement for supplies.
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(My wrist is sore.)

[FrankZ]

At 9am, the sun was already blazing like hell. The hot rays of the sunlight pierced through the Critters' encampment as if there was no tomorrow. The extreme illumination required everyone to wear goggles nine times thicker than a raincoat, just for safety. The ozone layer is history. Waves from outer space happily travel to and fro the earth, just as if earth was a part of open space itself. Microwave radiations emit powerful rays that'd make even the thickest skin on earth burn in a fearsome carnage. But the bandits stayed strong, they have learned to adapt in the ways of the outcasts. They have been living like demons for the last ten years now, let alone Lucifer himself enjoy this inferno.

Meanwhile north of the desert lies a camp as huge as ten times a hundred football fields maybe, the ASUVIVO settlement. No other camp in the world is as civilized and as advanced as this camp, fifteen miles thick crystal clear metallic alloy barrier surrounds the whole hundred acres protecting its inhabitants from the deadly rays of the sun, while at the same time acting as advanced solar panels to provide sufficient energy more powerful than all nuclear power plants in the world put together. Underneath the barrier lies the people of ASUVIVO, happily enjoying the cool breeze of the centralized air simulator installed on the camp.

"It'll be all over tonight. This baby is sure to blast the freak out of those little thugs." said a guy in black uniform with an ID card gleaming in the sunlight attached on his chest that says 'Advanced Weaponry and Research'. "Those fools will be scared out of their wits when they see this baby boom."
"Why don't we try it out?" another guy in the same uniform said, the only difference is that this guy is holding a rifle.
"Try it out where?" replied the guy.
"I dunno. Outside the camp maybe?"
"How the hell do you think are we gonna get a clearance for that?"
"Err... we don't really need to ask permission for it."
"Then how are we gonna get past the security?"
"My security clearance is 50 levels above top secret, yours is double mine. We can access the security computers and hack the database to allow our ID's to open the gates tonight."
"Great. But if we get caught?"
"If we get caught, well, don't think about that now. We won't. I assure you."
"Very well. What're we gonna call this baby anyway?"
"Let's call it Protogun."
"Great. Let's do it."

The two rushed off towards a heavy metal gate, they flashed their ID cards at the camera, and the mighty metal door swung open. They ran towards what seemed to be a dome, with thousands of satellites protruding from it, pointing not towards the sky, but towards a hole in the barrier. As they entered the dome-shaped building, the two swung open a large briefcase that appeared to be a control panel of some type. Flicked a switch there, flicked a switch here, pushed a button here, swiped their cards here, then a giant keyboard with alphanumeric and hyperhexanumeric digits accompanied by a monitor even larger than your dad's CRT appeared before their eyes.

"Behold. The heart of the camp." yelled the guy with a rifle.
"Sheesh, if someone sees or hears us, we're dead meat." said the other guy.
"Get lost. Only humans have meat. We androids only have circuits and metals."
"Yeah, but our brains are solid meat."
"But still, we are men of steel." laughed the two. The guy with a rifle typed something into the giant keyboard, and the ID cards attached on their chest seems to have changed. The field that once contained "No appointment" now says "0000 hours, North Gate".

The two ran along, outside the dome, a big grin of mischief printed on their faces...

[SolidSamurai]

Perhaps unfortunately for the barrier of the complex, the 'androids' weren't entirely human, and so the ionic scanner came up as 'erroneous' on the log.

[TheOutcast]

(FrankZ': if this isn't what you had in mind, plz let me know. :))


Appeared on the desert horizon was the village of Ahmad'Ghrand, a typical middle eastern hamlet not worthy of it's name. It was impoverished, and near the mountains of the Asualle territory. Dimitri approached at high speed on the red motorbike. The village had a weak authority, stealing supplies would be no difficult task. The 12 o'clock sun beamed it's deadly rays upon the sandy wasteland, penetrating through the hole in the dwindling Ozone layer. He drew closer to the makeshift village, and rode towards the shanty general store....

[SolidSamurai]

OOC: I just saw doomsday on my computer (albeit, very shitty quality), so I personally have a bit of an idea where frank might be coming from with this RP. If I'm wrong, say otherwise Frank. :P

The security guard was a fat man, bored out of his mind, watching a very tiny TV and humming simple forgotten pop tunes to himself. Fortunately, the AI on the log was at least smart enough to highlight the word 'erroneous' and even compliment it with an audible beep. Heck, it even paused temporarily for good measure. One of the 'technicians' nearby was playing FPS videogames, and when he heard the beep, he swiveled right around, "Lou, whuz that?"

"Wha-what... what? Er... I don't get - what?!"

"Erroneous... that's a strange bit, eh?"

"Wha- oh... erroneous? Jus', jus' means..."

"Some kind of error no doubt."

"Well, cross-reference, know that always works righ'..." Lou loved big, unecessary words such as 'program' when adjusting the settings to an email inbox or 'cross-reference' when blinking and then looking at something twice before surrendering and calling a support-line.

"Likely an incorrect reading no doubt."

"Tha's for tha scanner thing, righ'? Verififies em'... something or rather..."

"Odd, considering applicants are often possessing of skin to sweat and scan, no doubt."
Technician Dan clicked into properties and checked the diagnoses tab.

"Odd, eh? Well I 'spose that is odd, am I right then?"

"No doubt." Dan didn't bother to argue with where the credit was due. He hit the red button for security. No oils, sweat, blood, nothing, usually meant a very odd occurence. Even if apes suddenly sprouted brains enough to think they could fool the 'silly humans' and commit some good ol' identity theft terrorism that usually began with attempting to bypass these measures, the ionic scanner would pick it up and immediately begin establishing a fundamental database cached inventory and then organize it into an entirely new group for further occurrences later.

But really, 'security' only meant a few men in hazmat, thermo-regulated outfits. Sure, they carried powerful tasers capable of frying silicon and melting entire protected hard drives in microseconds. But it was all just routine. Nevertheless, there were few drills provided on these specific occurrences.

[FrankZ]

[Outcast and Samurai, those were great. Wouldn't want to complain as the story goes like how you make it go. Mold the story, sculpt it, program it, it doesn't matter as long as the story leads somewhere. :D]

But Dan was persistent. He stood up, paced around, and made his mind.

"Tha's it. I'm gonna see for it m'self." Dan announced.

"Enjoy. Need to watch this report about the baby swallowed by the cobra." retorted Lou.

"Aw come on. If you really wanna wutch tha' report, you can jus' come to the TV station and watch it there live. I'mean, the station's just a few miles from here." Dan itched his head for a bit, headed for the door.. and turned on his heels back to Lou. "Aw jeez. Guess wha'"

"What?"

"I zink a leaf just fell on the scanner boar'. Mayb' that's just it. Haha. Erronous. Haha." Dan chuckled nervously. He was too scared to go out when he remembered the baby-eating-cobra on Lou's radio tv. "On second though, juz' gonna stay here fo' the nigh' "

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"So, are you ready?" asked Android 1.

"Of course. When was I not?" replied Android 2 as the two guys in smart black uniform marched towards the gate, carrying what seems to be a heavy footcase of some sort. As they reached the gate security, just before the gate clearance machine, an automated laser rifle appeared from the ceiling.

"Erroneous. Erroneous. Your appointment had been deemed false by the Cyborg Command. No appointments in the database." alarmed the auto laser.

"'Ey, who's there?" Lou jumped right out of the guard house landing on his bottom. "Ouch. ---he patted his back-- who are you? ---he took off his guard hat and, polished it, and put it back on---"

"Android Zetta and Android Xenon. Appointment with outer cloister cyborg commander." replied the two.

"Let me see your credentials." replied Lou.

"Here it is." Android 1 drew a silenced pistol and shot twice in the forehead. Just as Lou's cold body dropped solid on the floor, the auto laser's lights turned red, and a siren went on. "Damn. Forgot to turn off the night shift security."

"What do we do?" asked Android 2.

"Follow my lead." Android 1 opened the footcase and took out a large bazooka of some sort, except that it has more tubes than a machine gun and has a socket of some sort. "Give me your hand."

"My ha-- what the--?"

"I said follow my lead!" Android 1 dismanted Android 2's bionic hand, and plugged the dismembered arm into the Protogun's socket. "Can you control it from there?"

"I think. Let me try." Android 2 fired the gun towards the direction of the Cyborg Command building, releasing a huge EMP shockwave accompained by a large electromagnetic boom, which shred everything that came across its path and easily disabling electric-powered objects. The Cyborg Command building exploded, and the two Androids dropped solid to the floor-- both lights from their eyes slowly dimming off.

"Power down, metallic badboys." said Dan, pointing a wireless control panel towards the two androids' bodies, now losing his geeky accent. "I'm afraid you are failed experiments. But, I'll have to confiscate this." Dan took the Protogun, dismantled his own android arm, and plugged it into the Protogun's socket. .

[SolidSamurai]

The explosion, naturally, being rather loud, lead to a light rapid response division a score in size.

Dan's eyes drifted upward, only to find himself face to face with at least a dozen impossibly smooth pitch-black-to-polish-metal balls that transformed into heavily armed, assault rifle and taser-charged night stick bearing, full-body-armored troopers complete with fully tinted visors and helmets as full and as black as the night itself.

"Stay where you are!"

"Lower the device. Do it slowly. Treat it carefully."

"Please dictate to us everything you've witnessed. Word for word," said an officer, though it was hard to tell who precisely was talking at the time due to the externalized mics; the officer in question had taken several steps forward, and Dan swore that that was the only way he managed to recognize this. Further glancing told Dan that this man was just a lieutenant. A silver second lieutenant.

All in all, he was quite surprised that only twenty had arrived. It was almost as if nobody cared at all about the destruction of an entire complex. Dan might as well of violated curfew.

[FrankZ]

"Alright, this is what happened." Dan explained. "I was with Senior Security Supervisor Louise Armbrand when the scanner displayed errounous. We chose not to mind it as it just maybe a fallen leaf on the scanner's panel. So I---"

"What? How can you be such an idiot. The ASUVIVO complex does not have any organic material. How can you be so stupid?" revolted the the Second Lieutenant.

"--well I," Dan paused for a moment. " I just thought that maybe---"

"Thought?! You were pushing your luck there, kiddy."

"Does the situation require such harassment of words?"

"Do you complain?"

"Yes I do."

"Then take me to court. Otherwise, just keep your mouth---" Dan blasted the Protogun attached to his arm, completely shattering the security squad's metal uniforms.

"Why, you. Asshole. You deserve to be shut down!" retorted the Second Lieutenant as he stood up.

"Asshole? For your information, I have no ass." once again Dan fired the Protogun, this time straight towards the Second Lieutenant's face.

"Hold your fire, DAN." said a voice. Dan looked around, but saw no one. "You are, like all the others, a failed experiment." A guy in titanium uniform aimed a laser revolver at Dan.

"Dynamic Android Neo 1, prepare to be shut down for good." said another guy in titanium, this time holding a large single-shot laser.

"No, wait!" said Dan. "I can give you more details of the story!"

"Oh no, we won't fall for that." the two guys in titanium pulled the triggers on their weapons, immediately blasting a hole on Dan's torso. As the fried robotic body dropped hard on the floor, a security member from the security squad pulled a large crowbar from his back, slamming it hard on the fallen android's head.

"Why'd you do that, Marv?" inquired the guys in titanium.

"Well, we need to extract data from its internal memory storage, right?" Marv pulled a flexible smart card from Dan's head and inserted it into a card bay of some sort which he withdrew from his backpack. "Now, gonna send it to central robotics and see what they can do."

[TheOutcast]

(This story's doing great so far! :))

In the backroom of the villages general store, Dimitri pulled the string to a ceiling light. It glowed omniously; fluttering its dim light to every nook in the room. Unmarked cardboard boxes were littered among the shelves in the tiny room. He checked them all, the Critters will not last long on outdated cans of food and wrapped loaves of stale bread. Two boxes of bad quality would be enough for lunchtime, for that's all he could take.

"I came all this way out for this... Wow...." He muttered to himself.

He walked out of the backroom and into the main run-down general store. His red motorbike glimmered in the sun through the windowless opening in the wall. He paced past the counter, and there lays the body of the clerk. By the time the one and only sherriff showed up, Dimitri would be long gone. Dimitri wants to make an impression, the Critters are no-one you want to mess with.

Once Dimitri hopped on his bike, his vision was first set on the mountains in the distance. That's where the Asualle were, and those mountains were not far to travel to. They will be back, in greater numbers. If Dimitri can eliminate the Asualle from the picture, he will gain enough power for an infiltration attempt on the ASUVIVO. Technology wont stop Dimitri, he knows the Complex. After all, he was formerly a member of their clan....

(FrankZ: Is it okay if we make Dimitri a former member of the ASUVIVO?)

[SolidSamurai]

(OOC: Nothing meets the uniform dudes on their way down to robotics, so go ahead and post more frank.)

[FrankZ]

[Outcast: Of course, that'd spice up the story. SolidSamurai: As you wish. :))

"Calling robotics command, this is squad Second Lieutenant Ariel Southwood. We are asking for permission to send 250petabytes of data to your analysis table." said the Second Lieutenant on his visor's communicator.

"We will put your request to the high office immediately. What shall I say is the data about?" replied the robotics agent.

"Codename broken bullet"

"At once, sir. Please wait." The Second Lieutenant waited for about five minutes, and the operator put the line back. "I'm sorry sir. The President unauthorized it."

"Why the hell would he-- ?"

"--- Instead, he would like to see the you and your team immediately in his office. Thank you and goodbye." said the robotics operator before the Second Lieutenant could even finish his sentence.

"Now what could we be expecting? Its either we all get smashed and shred into meat jerkies by the tiger, or I don't know what damn else."

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[it's all up to you, TIGER.]

[SolidSamurai]

Footsteps.

Before the men could knock, "Come in." Came a quiet, pleasantly deep voice.

The smell of thick pine scent assaulted their senses. A few steps in, The Tiger spun around in his cherry leather chair. Proving more intimidating than even the pamphlets and currency that displayed his round chiseled face, the man-beast broke into a jovial smile, square teeth and what looked like some sort of canines seemingly stretching from his great mouth. For just an instant, he looked more riddling-cat-from-alice-in-wonderland than tiger.

Jesus, he sure could use calcium growth surgery. That mouth doesn't have nearly enough teeth.

"Gentlemen. I see you've successfully taken care of the issue of those advanced weapons defectors, and successfully disposed of all witnesses. As president, I reward exceptional performance in service to our nation, and each of you will recieve bonus pay at the end of this meeting."

Was that all they came here for? Surprisingly, the Tiger was all business. Which was strange for a man of his position, and stature. Usually it was all arrogance and 'no one cross me'. Maybe that was over generalization.

"Nonetheless, there is the issue," the modesty continued, "of the weapon in question that the former AW law breakers were planning to exploit, and likely violate some other god awful, but necessary law that we have established in our fine nation here. This protogun. I believe that's the name. That's what those traitorous androids referred to it as. Yes, I have it in what I believe was their memory bank; forensics gave it to me." Brookeland grinned, "Yes of course, the president happens to be spared this usual classified bullshit. Just one of the perks of my position. Nothing like the 'United States' of old. The days of dear grandfather."

An awkward pause.

"In any case," The beast leaned back in his chair, stretching his concrete-column-thick arms; non-surprisingly, it was such a chair specially fitted to his stature that it didn't utter so much as a squeak of complaint, "a hand-held infantry weapon that can neutralize entire structures." He chuckled heartily, "Ordinarily, the techies would be assigned to dismantle this weapon and figure out its inner workings for betterment to our fanatical god awful cause but unfortunately that can't be made my intention. Preferrably I'd like to keep it locked up and away as secure as possible. Tell the chief quarter master that its an executive order. Relay it through me, that'd be nice if you could. Nobody knows what this thing is. And few will know of its location if at all possible."

The weapon was so finely crafted, having been designed as such in ASOVIVO's own labs, that the tools used to dismantle it were inferior and were likely to cause more trouble than good intentions. The Tiger wasn't so much as worrisome for the good of all parties in the region, as he was more afraid that they'd ruin a good opportunity for a tactical advantage. Sure he was a risk taker, but the mighty man knew when to hold.

"And I've already ordered bonus pay to be uploaded to your accounts. No reciept necessary," He mightily grinned again, "I'm your president. Pleasure, meeting you, gentlemen."

The Tiger enclosed both hands in a simultaneous shake, and then guided the two officers to the door with his towering frame.

When the door to his office finally clicked shut, the two men burst into quiet laughter.

"Aw fuck man, that was lucky."

"Did you hear him? He's all like, 'No need I'm the president!' Man, he sure is light about this kinda shit."

"No wonder, he personally called off the law as 'bullshit, but necessary'. Jeeze, he doesn't need composure does he?"

"Well yeah, he weighs probably like 500-muscle after all."

"Your right man, why need composure when you've got this crazy-ass, like aura y'know, that takes care of it all for you?"

As the men made their way down the corridor, they were bypassed by an aerial drone and a beefy security guard.

"You will not reveal anything that occurred or related to the nature of your meeting. Do you accept these terms?"

"We accept."

The man handed them release forms, and the drone promptly implanted a chip in the base of each officer's skull.

"After contact with the president, we have the right and permission to monitor you for up to a month in addition to an undisclosed period of time. We are authorized not to inform you of this undisclosed period of time. Removal of tracer chips within the first hour of wearing them, before they can embed their proper encrypted identification onto your persons, authorizes legal action that we deem necessary, up to and including the equivalent charge of treason against our state, ASOVIVO."

"We understand."

"Alright, you're cleared to go. Have a nice day."

[FrankZ]

Five hundred feet below the ground, at the ASUVIVO Laboratory at the Weapons, Tactics, and Robotics Department, scientists were busier than bees at the discovery of something that could give them a one-way ticket to world conquest, and more importantly--- promotion.

"What do you think it is?" asked a scientist.

"I'm not certain," replied a colleague "although it might be a mineral from outer space, taken to the earth through a comet or meteor of some sort."

"What are your observations about it?"

"Well, it is radioactive, and it glows in the dark." the colleague turned of the light, and green rays of dim light radiated from the stone-like substance.

"Interesting." the scientist clapped his hands signaling his assistant to come over.

"What is it Vladmir?" asked the assistant.

"Check this out." said Vladmir.

"Oh my God!" gasped the assistant. "I'd better run a rundown check on its elements.

"Quick! Perform surface analysis!" gasped Vladmir's colleague as Vladmir and his assistant turned to look. "The stone is somewhat changing its shape!"

"What could it be?" said Vladmir and his assistant is unison.
The colleague took a medicine dropper from a nearby cabinet drawer and took a small amount of liquid from a container which says "Ammonium Straton Hydroxide - Surface Analysis Purposes Only", and dropped a few of it to the glowing stone.

The laboratory exploded in fiery violence, with its fire reaching the ground floor level of the laboratory entrance; chemicals and human flesh splattered across its walls.

"Apparently, the fools did not consider that it may be atomically radioactive, and that Straton, especially Hydroxide, will set it ablaze, and will produce energies more powerful than fifteen atomic bombs set off together." chuckled Luth Raynor.

[SolidSamurai]

OOC: Is Luth talking to anyone?

[FrankZ]

[No, he was talking to himself. :D]

"So, you people showed your stupidity again." roared Gilmore Brookeland. "How can you let that substance pass the atomic scanners?"

"Well sir, it was under Level 38 clearance, and-- and Vladmir was bringing it, so-- so we thought--" Lionel, the head of Robotics Security stammered.

"Ahh, yes. The old goof was bringing it." mocked Gilmore ruthlessly. "So you did not bother scanning it?"

"Well sir, you see---"

"No, no, no, no. We're cool. We're all cool. You can continue your duty outside. You earned it."

"Thank you sir." Lionel gasped and bowed down.

"Yes. Duty outside. Outside the campus, that is." Gilmore laughed frantically.

"Sir, we can't stand a minute at that heat!" Lionel cried pleadingly. "You can't send us out! We'll die!"

"You're right, Lionel. I can't send you out. So you'll just die here." Gilmore drew a 44mm 8-calibre handgun from his inner jacket pocket, and aimed it at Lionel's forehead.

"Sir, please, I---" before he could even finish his sentence, Gilmore squeezed the trigger. After a loud scream, all was silent. Brains and blood splattered across the office floor.

"You're fired." Gilmore madly laughed.

The other security officers in the offices flinched.

"Clean him up. And after you do, make sure no one will know, or you'll end up the same fate as his." Gilmore cupped his hands across his forehead and brushed his hair. "And oh, the bodies go to the garbage incinerator, and be sent to the sewers as ashes."

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[SolidSamurai]

OOC: Hurray, you captured his personality perfectly! :D

So they had an accident in the chem lab, and the protogun's supposedly being kept safe downstairs. What now? I'm assuming ASOVIVO's been set back a bit and the Tiger is clearly pissed off.

[FrankZ]

Tiger buzzed her secretary through intercom.
"Send the head of data analysis to my office now." Tiger snapped, his hands intertwined behind his head as he laid back to his reclining chair.

"Deason Carmelo from tactical analysis is here to see you sir, err--" the secretary was reluctant to send him in, and Tiger noticed it. "-shall I send him in?"

Why is she somewhat reluctant to send that Carmelo in? "Yes, immediately."

A man stepped in. The Tiger's eyes popped out of their eyeballs, almost unbelievingly staring at the figure in front of him: a fat black man in his late 20's with curly braided hair, wearing a red floral Hawaiian polo shirt and white shorts, a pair of rugged sandals, and holding a can of ancient soda called Coke tightly in his grip.

"Deason Carmelo, chief engineer, at your service!" the black man proudly stepped in.

So that's why Zena (the secretary) was hesitant to send him in. "Uh, yes, well I'd like you to--" --Gilmore was annoyed when Deason sipped soda-- "--to err, review the data captured by the security cameras--" --Deason picked his nose, and the Tiger paused, eyes widely open in disbelief-- "--the, err, security cameras at the underground Robotics Facility." the Tiger sighed.

"Say what?" Deason blurted. "You want me to collect data from that junkyard?"

"Well, yes, and I have quite a fine raise and promotion for you if---"

"Don't worry, old fella! Deason is on the job!" Deason tapped the Tiger on the shoulders while sipping from his ancient soda can. Gilmore stared unbelievingly as no one has ever stepped towards him behind his office desk, and sat on his office desk while patting him on the shoulders. "Here are you data, señor! Now where is my extra moolah?" Deason handed over a hard drive, the size of a pen, containing 20GB of valuable security camera video.

"Hey, how did you know I was going to ask for that?" the old man stared wide-eyed.

"Well, boss, this soda I'm sipping appears to be one of my experimental projects," said the black guy proudly. "called the Project C-O-K-E; short for COnditioning drinK Experiment. I know that the acronym is very stupid, cause the dog downstairs made it, but here's what the drink does: it boosts up your mental activity giving you brain power, thus allowing you to read thoughts."

"Well, I must say I am quite impressed. But the dog downstairs, you say?" the old president asked, highly astonished.

"Ah, yes. Poopie. My black and smelly dobberman. I happened to be able to make him talk, and he gave me the acronym. Quite intelligent for a dog isn't he?" Deason showed a picture of a dobberman licking a porkchop, with a brass bone dog-tag hanging around his neck with the inscription POOPIE. "And cute too."

"Interesting. And, oh, stop by the reception area before you leave the office later at 8PM, an envelope containing your bonus and promotion letter will be there."

"Ah, you mean this?" Deason took out a small brown envelope from his mysteriously hidden inner pocket and flashed it to the president.

Holy cow. How did he get that? "How were you able to collect that so quickly?"

"I can travel through time." Deason giggled, then threw his empty can of soda to the nearby trash compartment. "Well I must be going, boss sir president, sir. My twelve wives and kids are waiting for me back home. See ya later!"

"My God," Tiger thought. "What a fella. I never remembered hiring someone like that in this complex. But still, his tricks did impress me."

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~F59

[FrankZ]

Har har. Please scratch this thread.