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| Tweet Topic Started: May 22 2010, 01:03 PM (247 Views) | |
| The Jessinator | May 22 2010, 01:03 PM Post #1 |
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OOC:// If would would like to join then please feel free to. I am looking for any players which might be intrested in joining this RP. Jon sat there in his chair. Peter walked up to him and sat down beside him. He glanced over for a moment, and then quickly lit his Cigar with a match. "So Comrade, What is on your mind." Jon glanced over and immediantly Peter saw no humanity in his eyes, No fear of what may come, Only his resolve. "Well Peter, I will sterilize the Earth. I will allow the Earth some much needed rest. Thus allowing the natural life of Earth to dominate once more. This great change will let people much further down the line, see the Earth for what she truly is, Our home. I will not allow people to continue to rape her surface. Molest her for oil. I am tired of watching Humanity destroy it's very home just to get a heads up on it enemy." Peter sat there and puffed on his Cigar. "I understand but, we do not have the man power we need as of now. What are we to do in the mean time?" Peter shrugged as he glanced back over at Jon who still looked cold as ever. "That is not an issue! I am working on a plan that will decimate the Human life here on Earth. The only ones who live will be the ones i deem fit to live in a world where our only job is to nurse the Earth back into health and then allow herself to heal, and bring back the natural beauty and balance that is suppose to rule on this planet." Jon looked over to Peter and soon he was up and walking over to the minibar in the corner of his room. Jon threw three cubes of ice into his glass and four fingers of rum followed the ice in pursuit into the glass. Jon took a sip and let out a breath. "I know i am considered a madman for my ideals, but damnit I know what the Earth needs and i don't really want to destroy all of humanity. But its the only way. People will never see on their own, what their doing to our home. I just can't let it continue until he are all out in space." Jon looked frustrated but Peter knew it would soon pass. "Well Jon we have a few men ready all with mobile suits but first we need a mission and a goal in which to accomplish." Jon nodded. "The Gateway must be our first target. But i am no fool, We are not yet strong enough to destroy that place. Once we accomplish that we will move south and erridicate any military force which stands in our way. Soon after this continent is cleared we will move to the next. This plan must be carried out in a process, Other wise it will fall to pieces and we shall fail." Just then two more people entered the room. "Jon, Peter we have bad news!" Jon quickly glanced over. "What is it?" The soldier looked at Jon with fear clearly in his eyes. "Our team we had in Europe, that have been completely neutralized." Jon sighed but concern never crossed his face. "So be it, they were merely a distraction. A test to see if the forces in that region were competent. Apparently so. Never mind that anyways. We are on a new project. One that will bring a new era to this planet." The soldier stood and then cocked his head in suprise. "A new project sir?" Jon grinned as he thought about it. "Yes a new one. Get Jiminson on the phone and tell him its important." The soldier nodded then dissapeared behind the door. Peter made himself a drink then reclaimed his seat. "So The Gateway? You do know that base has a damned good defence?" Jon smiled. "No matter we will crush them when we attack. The trick is not to strike until all other pieces are set." Peter laughed as he took another large sip of his cocktail. "Very well then, What part shall i play in this master plan?" Jon looked up and sighed. "Sadly there is not much we can do until Jake arrives with Zero. when they arrive i shall start engineering a plan to bring down The Gateway but until then we will just have to wait and observe. Remember Earth is in extreme turmoil right now. With so many factions all fighting for control, it is impossiable to predict who will be on top. That is why we must take action and seal our place in history. We will be the Saviours of Humanity." Edited by The Jessinator, May 28 2010, 12:32 PM.
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| The Jessinator | May 26 2010, 10:38 AM Post #2 |
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Jon threw back another shot and cursed under his breath. He had a prime chance to take that mobile suit out, but fate simply steered him into another direction. This direction however, gave Jon three bruised ribs and a pounding headache. Oh well, Jon thought as he spun 180 degrees in his swivel chair to pick up him phone. "Carol, get Peter in here please." In almost no time at all the door opened and Peter walked in. "Yes Jon?" "Have a seat i might have an assignment for you." Peter poured himself some rum and sat down. He took a small sit and his eyebrows perked. "Oh, What would you have me do?" Jon smiled and tossed Peter a cigar and a book of matches. "Jake and Zero have landed and are on their way here. With their arrival into play, This will change the game. Zero in his Ground Gundam was once a member of ZAFT's Faith. His role in there was both a pilot of great skill and as an Field Intel officer. He was one of the best ZAFT spooks until the dissolution of ZAFT. then he simply became a soldier for hire until i met him. Jake is much the same. He was from Earth but once again an excellant pilot and his Ground combat skills along with his connections to certain assets will benefit us greatly." Peter bit the ass of the cigar off and then lit it taking in a deep drag and blowing it out slowly. "And where do i come into this?" Jon set his drink down and leaned over towards Peter. "As you know, This is no joke, I am serious, i will bring a new light to this Planet. And in order to accomplish such an giant task, this will require information and help from outside sources. I have chatted with an old friend from the past and we have realized we have similiar goals. I am sending you Sydney to chat with him. After that you will call me and i will inform you of the next phase." Peter set the cigar down and sipped his rum. "Very well, I will be getting in contact soon." Jon nodded "Take care my friend, Travel safe!" As Peter exited the room he held a thumbs up. Jon smirked at that sight. He had known Peter for quite some years, a Thumbs up was Peter's signature move. Peter was unlike Jon, he was much more docile in attitude, but like Jon he shared a love for the Earth, and a hatred for those who damaged her. He was an Intel guy where Jon was an action guy. Jon smiled he was forming a plan and soon he could see green grass again. Edited by The Jessinator, May 28 2010, 12:33 PM.
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| Vernand | May 26 2010, 02:36 PM Post #3 |
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They called it, "The Chancellor's Office", a witticism at their leaders love of drink and also a playful joke because that was where he spent most of his time, work or play. It was a bar four levels down in Sydney Shelter, and had been there since the survivors had first arrived during the colony drop cataclysm. Not much of its original furniture remained, however, but that came as relief to its regular patrons. The original furniture was nothing more than a few small wooden crates, where the patrons would sit and drink badly distilled moonshine. Now that the Shelter was almost completely self sufficient, the old furniture had been replaced with a proper bar, comfortable metal stools, and a few neon signs proclaiming the name of the bar, as well as all the other fancy trimmings to make it somewhat homely. It was almost always busy in The Chancellor's Office, filled with those that had just come off their work shifts to spend their money. Since work shifts started and finished almost constantly around the clock, the bar was always open and never want for patrons to fill it. Yet today was especially busy, and an expectant buzz filled the conversation in the air. Today was the day that the bar would get another trophy hung on its wall, to join all the others. This was an exciting time for the people of Hive Sydney, and tables had been reserved weeks in advance because of it. It wasn't often that the inhabitants of Sydney Shelter caught a look at the animals that roamed the ground above them. When they saw the severed heads of the animals, incased in glass, hung on the wall, they were filled with shock and awe. Maybe also, a touch of pride. Australian's had always been proud of their country, and the cataclysm had damaged that pride, erasing many of their lands many wonders. Seeing these animals, the citizens were filled with the knowledge that although their landscape had been irrevocably changed, the animals had still survived. In the animal's survival, the people retained a piece of their pride, knowing that whatever was thrown at them, they would always get through it. They would always battle on. The sound in the bar gradually grew quiet, hearing the sound of cheering in the background. The hush grew to cheering in the bar itself as the triumphant figure of the Chancellor entered the room. He received many pats on the back as he passed through the exultant crowd, and much applause as he walked straight over to the wall. He grunted slightly, lifting his heavy trophy over his head to hang it in its allocated space. He then turned on his heel, heading straight to the bar, letting the crowd survey the new addition. He walked to a special corner of the bar, knowing that it was his own private area, always left vacant for him, and sat down. A drink promptly appeared in front of him, courtesy of the bartender and in the understanding that the Chancellor never had to pay for his drinks. The Chancellor turned in his chair, drink in his hand, to regard the trophy. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone approaching to his left. He made a quick assessment and then sipped from his glass. 'You know, once upon a time, we used to scare foreigners with tales of Drop Bears.' The Chancellor spoke aloud, letting the stranger take a seat beside him. The stranger remained quiet, letting the Chancellor continue his story. 'We used to tell them about how they lurked in tree's, waiting for people to walk beneath, before dropping down to knock them unconscious and then feed on the still living flesh. It's ironic that those same imaginary creatures now haunt our forests and killed one of my men today.' The Chancellor sighed, taking another draw from his rum on ice. The Chancellor turned to look at the stranger, as if noticing him for the first time. 'It's not often we get outsiders in Sydney Shelter.' He stated, looking the stranger up and down before holding out a hand. The stranger held out his hand and took the Chancellor's, shaking it with a firm grip, replying in a respectful tone. 'My name is Peter, Chancellor, and I was led to believe we have a friend in common.' The stranger replied. The Chancellor nodded and motioned to the bartender for another drink. His empty glass was removed and promptly replaced with a full one. 'Call me Marcus. Marcus Thatcher. And I'll need to know the name of our friend before I decide to waste more of my drinking time on you.' The Chancellor sighed. 'Jon Lin.' Peter replied curtly. The Chancellor seemed to think about it for moment, turning the name over on his lips before finally coming to a conclusion. 'I once knew a Tetsuya Lin, diplomat or something. Had a few dinners, he came to a few lectures of mine.' Marcus said thoughtfully, taken aback by the memory. 'Yes, Jon would be his son. He has... Environmental concerns.' Peter replied, keeping a neutral look as the Chancellor snorted in derision. 'What? Does he want me to quit littering? 'Stralia's fragged. Glassed. Bombed, burned, irradiated, and only hanging in there by tooth and nail.' Marcus hissed into his glass. 'That might be so, but I believe Jon has a plan to prevent the rest of the world from meeting a similar fate.' Peter ventured, holding out the hope of a different future for the rest of the world as bait. It was working, he could tell, the Chancellor was considering what he had said. 'So what does he want from me? I'm just a man, and the Australian Shelters don't have a standing army to give any cause.' Marcus replied warily, looking Peter in the eyes for the first time, trying to guage the type of man he might be. 'I was also led to believe, that you had contacts with... The desert people. And that one of them had something with... Atomic yield.' Peter stated carefully. The Chancellor narrowed his eyes, a scowl appearing on his face. 'The Vernand's, you mean. Their mobile suit. Their Gundam.' He replied in a gruff tone, on the verge of losing his temper. 'Yes,' Peter said soothingly, 'All we want is a line of communication. For the son of an old friend. We don't want anything more.' The Chancellor stood up, striding over to Peter, and grabbing him by the shirt. The bar went deadly silent, everyone there watching what for what would happen next with keen interest. The Chancellor relaxed his grip slowly, unclenching his teeth. He pulled over a scrap piece of paper, writing down two seperate sequences of numbers. He took the piece of paper, and shoved it in Peter's pocket as the bar around them returned to normal. 'That will get you in contact with their Matriarch, Perfidy. I suggest you be careful with what you say, and that you be extremely respectful. If I find out that you pissed them off, I will be held responsible. If that happens, both you and Jon had better start running, because if I catch you, I'll be dropping you both in the glass wastes so you can walk all the way there and apologise.' Marcus threatened, his anger rising again as Peter didn't flinch at his threat. 'I assure you, talks will be made with the utmost dignity and decorum.' Peter replied. 'They had better be. Or you'd better learn to eat glass and survive radiation exposure. Now you'd better leave. Not just the bar, you'd be best to leave Sydney Shelter. I don't want to see you again, or be reminded of any more ghosts from the past.' Marcus threatened again, making sure he had gotten the point across. Peter stood up and walked towards the exit. As he reached the door, a loud voice cracked over the noise in the bar, 'And give my regards to Perfidy when you talk to her! Tell her to call me!'. 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| The Jessinator | May 27 2010, 11:06 AM Post #4 |
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"Welcome my friends, it has been far too long." Jake shook hands with Jon and then Zero quickly followed. "So tell me, how was your trip here?" Zero sat down and sighed. "Jon it has been total hell pretty much anywhere you go. The Earth Sphere is chaos as the factions just battle each other, They just don't seem to really care that all of this fighting is messing this planet up." Jake looked at Zero with a slight amazment at him. It was quite unusal to see a ZAFT Officer, former or not, care about the Earth like he did. Zero continued as his fist started to tighten turning his knuckles white. "Damn it, I am from Earth just like every Human in this system. Yet it seems that only a very few of us care, anyways Jon, the flight was comfortable" Zero was once a special ops guy for ZAFT. The black ops stuff. Jon had trust in Zero. Zero had helped Jon a few years back and since then the two have had mutual intrests in reviving the planet. Jake looked at the rum and then back to Jon. With a smile Jon nodded and leaned back. Suddenly Jon's phone started to ring. Jon swiveled and picked up the reciever. "Jon here." "Its Peter, I have made contact with a Marcus Thatcher, I have aquired the means i need to contact the Vernands. Although from what Marcus said they are a touchy people." Peter sounded calm and cool as ever. That is why Jon was using Peter. He was a true professional and he knew how to make the contacts needed. "No worries, The Vernands are from Australia. And that Continent has endured more damage and destruction them almost any other place. I have only heard of them from my Father and never met one personally, Or that i am aware of. But i trust that the Vernands might find our intrests have a mutualy beneficial outcome." Jon swiveled again in his chair. "Ok Jon, well i will attempt to make contact in a few moments. I will inform you of any news." "Very well then, Take care Peter." With that, Jon set the reciever back down and glanced as Jake who was now on his second glass of straight rum. "So Jake, The Gateway. That is where i will start. Any suggestions?" Jake spun the glass around and the rum swirled creating a small vortex in the center. "Honestly, I have no idea. That base is big, and they have themselves pretty well defended. With our resources now i do not see a victory being possiable at all." Peter pulled out the piece of paper out of his pocket and looked at the number. Within a few moments the number was in, and it was ringing on the other side. Peter hoped Jon was right. He was tolded by Marcus to be respectful and nothing but. That was no problem, Peter thought to himself. He had delt with some nasty basterds in his time. The other end was picked up. A female voice came over the reciever. "Hello, This is Perfidy." Peter cleared his throat. "Hello, This is Peter Killenger, If you have a few moments i would like to share some information with you." |
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| Vernand | May 27 2010, 02:27 PM Post #5 |
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Perfidy had been attending her evening prayer, in the shrine, when the call had come. Her heard had skipped a beat, thinking it was Marcus, only to leave her disappointed and curious when a stranger spoke on the other side of the line. She continued typing, the line automatically rerouting to speakers hidden throughout the walls. She didn't need to speak any louder, or in any directions. The walls themselves had ears, in the Crystal Palace, or so it was said. In reality, the Palace was strewn with miniture microphones so that their God could hear them where ever they were. 'Peter Killenger?' Perfidy spoke quietly. In front of her eyes, her litany of code disappearing from the screen, to be replaced with scrolling information, and an image at the top right hand corner of her monitor. 'Yes, you may call me Peter.' Peter replied patiently. 'Yes. I see you now, Peter.' Perfidy stated promptly, scanning the information in front of her for any pertinent details. 'You... see me? How?' Peter asked, looking around him for any sign of a camera. 'I am the Speaker for Our Lady, our God. Through her eyes, I see you. There's very little in Australia that she's not aware of, or can't find.' Perfidy answered in reply. Peter cleared his throat, keeping his composure, yet feeling the tiniest bit unsettled by the implication that she claimed to see him through the eyes of a Deity. 'You must forgive me for being sceptical, Miss, but I can't see how that is possible. I'm a practical man, I'm afraid.' Peter ventured, choosing his words carefully. 'There's nothing wrong with practicality. But you might want to get that mosquito bite on your right cheek looked at. Our insects used to carry diseases, but all they carry these days is the possibility of infection.' Perfidy said smugly. Peter raised a hand to his cheek, feeling the small bump on the side of his face. He turned around in his place, searching for a hidden camera. A small glint finally caught his eye, and he smiled away and out of sight. He knew there had to be a rational explanation behind her claims, and her apparent knowledge of his physical appearance. 'Thank you for the warning, Perfidy, I will have it seen to presently.' He declared, leaning his back against the crack in the wall where he had seen the glint. He felt a tremor of triumph as he heard an annoyed grunt on the other side of the line. 'Yes, well, let's hear what you have to say. You seem to be quite the mysterious man, Peter.' Perfidy grudgingly asked, annoyed at the loss of image and the lack of information regarding a Peter Killenger in her databases. |
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| The Jessinator | May 29 2010, 10:45 AM Post #6 |
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"Miss Perfidy, I am here on behalf of a Friend. It seems as if you two may share similiar intrests. Jon Lin, he wishes for me to fill you in. For years and years war has done nothing but destroy this planet. But its not just the War. Even in peace people seem to pollute the planet, hunt just for sport. Countless animals have become extinct due to the Human Race." Peter took a breath and continued. "He believes it is time to ammend the problem. You see, Humans are a mistake. We simply fall outside of the entire cycle. Species are kept in check by the system. Every animal have a prey and an enemy. Humans have none. Instead er eridicate many species of animals, destroy eightyseven percent of the forests on our planet. Not to mention with the colony drops and other disgusting acts by man, this planet is nothing more then a shadow or its former self. We must fix that." Peter lit a cigar and puffed on it. Miss Perfidy looked the name of Jon Lin up. The data seemed to be bountiful. Her eyes gazed as she realized he was the son of Tetsuya, and now he too his own building as a represenative of the New York Republic. After the dissolution of the Alliance Most of The Former New England joined as the New York republic, named so because the capitol is New York. Jon had a decently high salary, and was well respected in the Republic. Perfidy gazed at the computer some more. "Go on Mr. Peter" "Very Well, It is just, He has a plan, and funding. We just need you Miss Perfidy. I would like to explain more, but these matters cannot be over a phone. If you wish to know more, we must be face to face." |
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| Vernand | May 29 2010, 01:29 PM Post #7 |
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Perfidy laughed at the suggestion, knowing what her answer would have have to be. 'Face to face? I'm afraid that's just not possible, Peter.' She replied, the amusement swimming in her tone. 'I assure you we are no threat to you, Miss Perfidy. You would not come to any harm in our company.' Peter answered in return. 'I'm sorry, but you misunderstand, Peter. I have far too many responsibilities where I am. My little Brothers and Sisters are far more important in my eyes, than your plans could ever be. Of course, you could make the trip out to the centre of the desert, but you would more likely die in the attempt. The glass wastes are unforgiving, and only those touched by the grace of Our Lady seem able to survive their crossing. Instead, my Knight, our Gundam Pilot, will meet with you as my proxy. His name is Cray, and he should be somewhere in the South American region at the moment. Talk with your friend, and forward me a time and location where you might deem best to hold a meeting. You have my number. I will contact my Knight, and he will meet you there.' Perfidy stated, abruptly switching off the communication device in front of her. She tapped a few keys on the keyboard in front of her, and spoke aloud in the empty room. 'A line to Cray, please, My Lady.' She requested politely. 'Impossible.' Came the audible reply. 'Impossible? Why?' Perfidy asked, feeling a slight pang of anxiety. 'All signs indicate that his communication equipment is inoperable. The likelihood of the Physalis being damaged, or destroyed, is high. I have already dispatched Family to seek our his last location, bringing equipment to repair and restock the Physalis's weaponry and armor. I am also searching through our inventory to find a suitable replacement for the Physalis if the worst case scenario has come to pass..' Perfidy nodded and furrowed her eyebrows in frustration. If that idiot, Cray, had gone and gotten himself killed... Well, there was nothing she could do. Although the thought did cross her mind, that if he was still alive, she would hit him for making her worry. The mission was too important for him to act sloppy. |
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