| The Highly-Advanced Training Zone for Fortressess. A stretch of desert that contains the latest technology, it is able to replicate any and all combat scenarios. |
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| Starting Combat Scenario #001 ~Testing Burst Mode~ Improving on "Burst Mode" Time before particals are low- 2 minutes of constant firing Time to charge back up-30 minutes to an hour (depends on the condition of the Virtue) Damage- disintegrates any type of low-medium armored vehicles ~Combat Cam~ |
DaichiYosugaAug 6, 2012 2:25 PM
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| As the the blast soared through the desert canyon, nearby a dark red fortress appeared, landing in a swirl of dust and sand. A low hum accompanied its descent, as its thruster engines stabalized and began the cooling process. In its metal hands held two long blades, as red as the Fortresses armor. "Ensign Petrov, Beginning Training" Said Larissa , securely locked in machines cockpit. She calmly observed her surrounding, through the screen directly in front of her, gripping tightly at the controls. She pressed one of the numerous button on the right control, activating the twin Assualt Cannons on the Fortresses Shoulders. She waited patiently, keeping a watching gaze. She didn't have to wait long, before they appeared. A small squad of automatrons, training robots with simple programs. She pulled the trigger, and the blasted from her Cannons tore through the automatrons with ease. |
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| Damian stood arms crossed over his chest, or rather his 'Fortress's' arms were crossed as it stood in the middle of the desert alone. Damian was tense and bored to say the least and in dire need of some 'action'. All the drones he were supposed to shoot down were so... boring. There was no rush or thrill in it, he needed more... carnage. Reaver, Damian's Fortress, mirrored his pilot's mental posture and discomfort with ease due to the Pilot's suit which was already integrated with a neural and sensory matrix (like all suits). But it mirrored his emotions even better than most pilots could ever dream of accomplishing... but this is due to him being plugged into a fortress and making it walk, long before he could walk himself! But I digress... From his cockpit seat, Damian's motion sensor showed 2 other Fortresses about 3 clicks away from his stationary position... He grinned. Perhaps this 'training session' may be a good chance to 'loosen up' a little. He engaged his thrusters and rushed towards them both... |
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| The TSX-08R Destroyer cut through the Drones that continued to assualt it, The edge of its Battle Halberds humming with energy. Larissa had long since given up on the Assualts Cannons, finding their slow rate of fire unneeded. They were never designed for this sort of thing anyway. In the Cockpit, Larissa signed. She was starting to find this drones tedious and dull. It was just like simulation. It only served to keep her skills sharp and honed. Oh, how she couldn't wait for the Seige Tournament to officially start. No matter well programmed a Drone was, it was still a Machine. As such, it could never match a live opponents intuition and quick thinking. As Larissa was about to end her training, a message flashed on the interface. A nanosecond later, a small window opened in the corner of the screen, revealing a Black Fortress moving towards her. She smiled, despite herself. It seems someone was thinking the same thing she was... |
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| Damian was like a black comet shooting across the desert, his sensors picked up on the the red colored fortress first... and it detected that she was already 'locking' on to him as well. He grinned a broad psycho grin with his dead looking eyes wide with ecstasy as he purred "Perfect" and his Reaver's hand gripped the large Energy Blade strapped to his back... His database window popped up on one side of his screens with the name and model of his opponent's Fortress. Its said it was a TSX-08R Destroyer, but he already knew that. he shot down plenty of those during the Dogma Wars a hundred plus years ago... they were tough, but not invincible. He learned that the best way to beat one was to hit directly behind between the winglike structures housing its thruster. However, such a hit would normally kill the pilot as well and the Seige Games frowned upon killing other combatants. So he decided against it... So he decided on a frontal attack, a safe bet considering its pilot probably wasn't too hot on killing him either... Contact was iminent as he drew upon its almost still figure, in 3... 2... 1... He drew his blade, with the 'energy' off and swung across his target's chest from shoulder to hip. |
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| Daichi saw a vibrant light in the distance and realized it was the two other Fortresses ravaging each other. He knew it wouldn't be any fun to just disable one of them in their condition, so he came up with a better idea. He wanted to see the fighting style of each pilot. As Daichi's Fortress walked towards the other Fortresses he activated an active-camo while saying, "Now I can enjoy the show." |
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| As the black Fortress came into visual range, another message popped up on the Destroyer's interface. It was the details of the advancing model. The 009X-USA Reaver. Larissa gave a puzzled look. That was odd. According to her data, it was an Older Models. Pre-dating the peace treaty. But that was impossible. How could one of those make it as a representative? She made a mental note to check her data later. But for now, she would focus on the foe in front of her. As its sword came in an Arc to her Fortresses waist, She met it with own of her own. Making sure to switch of the energy beforehand, they two weapons clashed. The claAs the black Fortress came into visual range, another message popped up on the Destroyer's interface. The clang of metal on metal rang throughout the canyon. She immediately activated her thrusters, boosting to the side and answering with an attack of her own. |
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| With unnerving delicacy and skill, the energy sword seemingly effortlessly make a quick spin around the wrist with the rest of his body barley moving a foot. Just to parry the halberd's swipe with ease... just as if a master swordsman had just shown an amatuer his place on the food chain. Too make such finely tuned movements to most pilots was impossible, it was almost as if Damian was better tuned into Reaver than his own human body! The Reaver's head made a half turn as if to leer at the Destroyer and mock it as if to say "Is that the best you can do?" THEN he began to apply pressure behind his blade, as if to trying to make a fast break and counter attack... |
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| This was a skilled opponent. From the way that their Fortress moved and reacted to her attack, it was clear the both pilot and machine were perfectly attuned to each other. Larissa was impressed. But it seemed he was underestmating her and the Destroyer. Fool. At the exact moment her blade was parried, Larissa attacked again. The Assualt Cannons on The Destroyers shoulders locked into place and fire. All within less that a second. |
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| Fortunately, Damian saw the mounted cannons swivel and lock on to him before they fired... he barely just managed in time to use the thruster 'jump jets' under his Fortress's feet in time to thrust his whole 'body' backwards. The rockets/missiles detonated at the Destroyer's feet instead of the Reaver's head. Damian thought for a second... and then opened his aud/vid hailing frequencies to contact the Destroyer's pilot. |
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| The Reaver had dodged the attacks from Destroyer's Assualt Cannons, but that was unexpected, given the pilots obvious skill. Larissa readied herself for another attack, but stopped short when notice flashed on screen. Incoming Transmission from the 009X-USA Reaver Larissa hesitated, before opening up her own comms channel. A few seconds passed as the two frequencies connected, before a window opened up on the screen, revealing the Reaver's pilot. It was a young boy. The same age as she was. "This is Ensign Petrov of the TSX-08R Destroyer. State your business" She spoke with a thick Russian Accent. |
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| "Hey Rusky?" said Damian "How about you refrain from firing those guns of yours when we're that close to each other, eh? If those pea-shooters of yours hit me, we'd both go up in smoke from the blast... of course I should expect as much from a mere ensign " he said this in a rather condescending matter... as if he were her superior in both intelligience and rank. |
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| Larissa's eye twitched. Just who did this guy think he was, talking to her like she was some kid? She had trained all her life to get to where she was, not to be treated so disrepectfully! "I was simply trying to end this battle. Though I admit that was a little to much force. I would hate to destroy that antique of yours" |
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| Damian grinned a wide psychotic grin and his already dead looking eyes widened more as he said "Careful girly... I have more miles in this 'antique' then you will ever have in a single life time" he finished that statement mysteriously... and then abrubtly cut the line short! On the russian girl's screen, The Reaver's sword glowed with energy brightly... too brightly. The Reaver was holding its blade like a baseball bat... and then he swung! A large energy burst was launched at her, it was like someone threw a miniature sun at her Destroyer! |
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| Larissas eyes widen as the Reaver unleashes its attack, sending a ball of energy rushing towards her. She didn't need to be told that it was extremely dangerous. "B`lyad'!" she swears, slipping back into her native tongue as she activates the Thrusters. The engines roar at full throttle, as she boosts out of the way. The mass of energy soars past her, missing the Destroyers foot by and inch. She turns, just in time to see the result of the Reavers attack. It hit small mountain, and completely destroyed it. "Derr`mo!`Tchyo za ga`lima?!" |
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| "Oh what a shame... it missed" said Damian to himself. During there conversation he primed his sword and charged it... the woman was so focused on the conversation that she didn't notice it until it was almost too late! The Reaver readied itself for a counter attack... and Damian awaited an angry aud/vid call from the Rusky. |
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