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[AriesWolf]

2157 A World at War

2157 A.C.E. Earth is a ruin of the budding metropolis world it was to become. Cities lay in ruins, forests reduced to fields of ash, and rivers running red with with pollutants and the blood of the dead or dying.

War has ravaged Earth for the past 30 years, and only two governments remain intact. The United States of America, and The People's Republic of China. Relations are strained at best, currently negotiations are under way in an attempt to restore peace between the two nations and too begin rebuilding their shattered world.

The two superpowers greatest weapons must stand down. Developed during a war that lasted 3 decades Mechanical Humanoid Combat Systems, have become the most feared machines on earth. Capable of leveling entire cities with their massive battles they have done more damage to the world than any weapon proceeding them, and niether side is willing to dismantle their's first.

However, an institute has been established in the ruins of what was once the French Riveria. Oceania, a military academy where both countries will send their best and brightest young personel. To train side by side, with the most powerful M.H.C.S. The remaining people of earth realize that this institute may be the worlds last chance for salvation.

Yet there are still those who would threaten the prospect of peace. The Fallen, are extremists who will stop at nothing to ensure that the tenative truce does not last.

So who in the midst of this conflict are you?

An all American fighter? A Chinese warrior? A dark and unstable extremist? Or even a Teacher at Oceania?

MHCS: Large bipedal machines that resemble humans, they stand anywhere from 10-15 feet tall and are piloted by humans. They are armed with large ballistic weaponry ranging from 50. caliber rifles too land to air missles. The pilot generally enters through a moving panel in the machines armor on the chest or back. Some have Vertical Take off and Landing capabilities giving them added manuverability, in urban or uneven terrain.

AI: Most MHCS are too complex for a single pilot to control on their own. Thus An Artifical Intelligence is often programmed into the machine to assist with it's operation. Though sometimes these AI develop personalities, and exchange banter and conversation with their pilots.
(Okay what do you think? Lemme know! I love this concept but have tried ones similar to it before on other sites with somewhat limited response.)

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My Character:

Raymond "Stingray" Shire
22 years old
American
Pilot in Training

Appearance: Just over six feet tall well muscled, with short brown hair and happy green eyes.

Bio: Called Stingray for his lightning fast hands Ray has always been a rowdy, hard headed brawler. He pilots a MHCS much the same. He never hesitates to get in close and mix it up with the big boys. He isn't the sharpest razor in the box but he is good with Machines, and does all the maintenance and repair work on his MHCS himself.

The son of famous MHCS pilot Greg Shire, Ray grew up in New York and was sent to France after he took his fathers custom MHCS for a joyride that involved destroying what remained of the statue liberty.

 

[Jewelskye]

Robyn "Rob" Dather
18 years old
American
Mechanic/Pilot in Training

Appearance:
5'0", petite and curvaceous with large firm perky breasts, a slender waist, well formed hips, and long shapely legs. Waist length flaming auburn hair that falls in silky ringlets, and intense emerald eyes. Fair skinned.

Bio:
At first glance, Robyn had always just been either a "pretty girl" or "rough and tumble tomboy", depending on how she was dressed at the time. When her parents got their way, she was in skirts and dresses, her hair down, looking very much the part of a porcelain doll. But when Robyn had her own way, she was usually dressed in boys/mens clothing and running around the streets of the ruined city of Baltimore, exploring the ruins of the once proud buildings. This was where she grew up, after all.

She'd spent her entire life finding machines left over from battles and toying with them, working on their engines in an effort to see if she could get some life into them. She was largely successful, but had never brought much more than small tanks and trucks back from the dead.

It wasn't until her 16th birthday, when an M.C.H.S. was found amongst the rubble of a fallen building that her future really began to take shape. She'd opened the cockpit to find it empty, the pilot having apparently evacuated the machine and run off. It was like Christmas for Robyn, and she immediately managed to move the machine into an abandoned parking garage, on the lowest floor, a basement, where she'd set up her own private little mechanic shop.

It took a year and a half and a lot of work, but finally Robyn had brought life to the machine once thought beyond saving. When the machine powered up, it connected with US Forces Headquarters as was standard protocol without Robyn realizing it. Over the next week, she and the AI withing the MCHS had begun to form a relationship, the machine teaching her how to pilot it through the use of the AI.

That was when the military showed up, finding a young woman, just having turned 18 years old, piloting one of the military's most sophisticated pieces if equipment as if she were simply riding a bike. Immediately she was enlisted and when the school opened up in France, she was sent there to train.

 

[AriesWolf]

Oceania was a rather impressive place. Built more like a palace than a military academy it was as showy as it was practical.

The main building was a massive temple like builiding with marble pillars and 30 foot ceilings. The floors were imacculately tiled in gorgeous mosiacs, with designs from every remaining culture in the world. This was were tactics, combat theory, Information management, and the like were taught.

The Dorms were similar to a luxury hotel though the food wasn't quite as good. Pools and exercise rooms were a must as physical fitness was a necessity at Oceania.

The academy also had a large arena were sporting events and combat training take place on a daily basis.

Finally the MHCS hangar was were all machines were maintained, repaired and customized.

Raymond Shire arrived on January 1st 2157, and was in awe over how beautiful the place was. Back home was in the middle of cold frigid winter, while this place seemed to be in mid spring!

The sun shone brightly though the air was cool, and crisp, standing dumbfounded, bag in hand, the large young man suddenly felt like a very small boy. He walked down the steps from the plane. He couldn't believe that this was a school!

 

[Jewelskye]

Robyn had been at the school for almost a week by the time the first real group of students began to show up, filing down the steps of the plane out front. She'd arrived with the very first group of people to enter the school as more than workers putting the place together, and was the only student among them. Most of them were teachers and faculty. But because Robyn was such a "special" case, she'd been sent out here on her own. The military really didn't have anywhere else to put a new recruit who hadn't even struggled through basic training, after all.

She was standing just inside the main building, staring through the large glass windows at those disembarking the plane. For the most part they all seemed like normal every day soldiers here to learn how to fly. No one seemed to stand out really... until, that was... he stepped off the plane. Robyn's intense emerald eyes stayed on him as he climbed down the steps onto the landing strip before making his way toward the groups of buildings that made up Oceania. She chewed on her lower lip, watching the way he moved, the powerful presence he seemed to carry with him.

She'd never seen a man quite like him, she was sure of that. But enough drooling! Giving herself a firm mental shake, Robyn stepped back from the glass windows, shoving her hands into the pockets of her uniform pants. The uniform was nicely fitting, the pants clinging to her firm round bottom and showing off her long shapely legs, while the top seemed to accentuate the swell of her breasts and at the same time downplay the unusually tiny waist she possessed. A typical military uniform, for sure.... they'd never really been styled for women and thus had a tendency to show of a lot of one thing while hiding a lot of others.

Watching as they began to file into the main building, she leaned herself against one wall and kept quiet, wondering if any of them would notice her. Her hair was down tied up in a bun, kept off her collar, and she looked every bit in uniform as if she were expecting an inspection.

 

[AriesWolf]

Ray tossed his bag over his shoulder, his happy green eyes shining brightly in the sunlight. He started off toward the main building, he had to be issued a dorm key card and assigned a roomate. He wondered if it was true that they had co-ed dorms here, he doubted it. These were professionals after all.

A smaller young man from china who looked barely 18 with a set of large thick glasses was struggling with two large heavy bags. He could barely lift the two of them and was on the verge of toppling over when Ray snatched one of the bags and tossed it over his shoulder easily. The other guy turned around and thanked him awkwardly, as they continued in toward the main building.

As they approached the receptionists desk a young woman caught Ray's attention. She looked good even if she was stuck in a military uniform, and she seemed to be watching the recruits get off the plane. There was an odd presence too her, he couldn't quite tell what it was... but she wasn't the average grunt.

 

[Jewelskye]

Robyn watched as he made his way to the receptionist's desk. She was rather interested herself as to where everyone would end up and whether or not she'd end up with a roommate. It was nice having the massive, suite-like place to herself, but it did get lonely. Granted... up until today, the entire place had been lonely, with only the teachers and staff to keep her company. She'd spent most of her time in the mechanic's garage and the docking bay where they kept the machines, admiring their crisp, clean lines.

She missed her own personal machine, but it had been taken back by the military and deactivated while they worked to possibly restore it beyond what her meager supplies had allowed her to do. It came as a shock as the young man stepped up to the window and was informed of his room assignment.

She hadn't actually expected the co-ed rumor to be true! She'd heard some of the teachers talking about it, but they'd always just laughed about it, as if it were a joke. The young man, the very same one she'd nearly been drooling over as he stepped off the plane, had just been assigned to her room. Blushing a deep pink, she turned and hurried out of the main hall, moving quickly toward the dorm building, using her prior knowledge of the grounds to get her there first, she let herself into the room and quickly moved to toss anything that might embarrass her into whatever drawer or cabinet it belonged in.

For the most part, there wasn't a lot, but her mother had shipped a lot of her girly clothes to the school after she'd left them behind, and she'd left them laying on the bed. Now she shoved them in her closet, pushing them to the back in the hopes that he wouldn't see them.

She did the same with the undergarments and the like, putting them in her chest of drawers and out of sight before grabbing her piloting manual and flopping onto the bed, opening it before her to pretend that she was reading.

 

[AriesWolf]

Ray entered the room just as his roomate was hitting the bed after her hasty clean-up. He was totally oblivious to her presence as he made his way to the second bedroom. It wasn't large, consisting of a desk, chest of drawers, and desk but it was alot better than what he had had at home.

Tossing his duffle bag down on the bed he stretched out his arms, he wondered if the room had a shower? Stepping out into the main room which was a living room and kitchen stylishly rolled into one, he looked over too the bathroom, and sure enough a standing shower stall stood in one corner.
Good he'd have one right after he ate.

In the kitchen there was a small fridge. There was a cafeteria but Ray had been told at the front desk it was only for lunches. They were on their own for Breakfast and Dinner. Which was fine with Ray as he didn't mind cooking.

He opened up the fridge and glanced inside. A carton of milk and some sliced lunch meat stared back at him. Wonderful! He thought dryly. Snatching the meat balogni he hoped, Ray searched the small kitchen for bread.

He wondered if he had a roomate. He hadn't seen or heard anyone come in yet. It was dead silent except for the sound of him rummaging around in search of bread. Finally he found it. It was a little stale but he was hungry enough too not care. Wolfing down the dry meat and bread sandwhich he poured himself a glass of milk and began to flip through the schedule the receptionist had given him.

 

[Jewelskye]

Robyn listened from her room as he entered and made his way to his own bedroom. Chewing on her lower lip, she lay there on the bed, the manual open in front of her but not reading it. Silently she waited, wondering if she should go say hello. He was no doubt wondering who his roommate was. She continued to chew gently on her full lip for a long moment before finally summoning up the courage to go out and say hello.

Pushing herself off the bed, she shoved her hands into her pockets and moved over to the door that opened up into the main room where he was... eating, apparently. She had to force herself not to roll her eyes. Boys were always eating!

Leaning her shoulder against the door jam, she watched him for a long moment, as he hadn't noticed her yet. Finally though, she spoke. Her voice was definitely feminine, and perhaps a bit softer than most, but nonetheless noticeable. "So you're my roommate, huh?" she asked, hands still in pockets as she stood there, one leg crossed in front of the other, the toe of her shoe resting casually against the carpet.

After another moment, she pushed herself off the door jam and made her way over to him, holding out a hand to shake. "My name's Robyn Dather... You can call me Rob, or Robyn. Your choice."

 

[NiteCrowe]

OOC: heres my char, liked the thread, and AW invited me so here i am.

Matthew Grimm
37 years old
American
Pilot

Appearance: 5 foot 8, Well built, short black hair with grey highlights, Hazel eyes and a large scar on his left arm and a wrist support on right arm.

Bio: Matt grew up through the war and had always enjoyed the look of machines, and found himself dreaming of piloting the MHCS when they were first invented. Eventually he acheived his dream and became a pilot with a reputation to match.

His closest friend is his MHCS's AI which he has called Airies.

Now he works as a teacher at Oceania as a combat instructor.

Personality: Grimm can be extremely charming in an understated way and has a dry sense of humor. He is unforgiving of his or his colleagues' mistakes and demands high standards of himself and his team. he is known to be very stubborn. Prefers to be called Grimm than Matt.

IC:

Grimm sighed as he watched the new 'students' enter the building and get accustomed to their surroundings. They looked just like he had expected them too, unsure and nervous, though he had to admit some also looked extremely cocky.

Sighing he looked back to his class list ans began his preliminary thoughts on the class...

Raymond Shire...was he, yes he was, the son of Greg Shire, a man Grimm had once had the pleasure of knowing. He, if he was anythibng like hios father, would be a great pilot.

Robyn Dather...where had he heard that name before....oh yeah she was the girl who had got here early. From what sprite had told him after speaking with her AI, she would be a top student as well.

Hmm, the liost seemed fairly obliviously after that, though he had to admit that the youngest in the group, a chinese 18 year old, also looked to have some potential as well.

Either way, he would have to wait till the the first lesson and see.

He sighed, and made his way to the hanger so that he could have a nice chat with Aries, and catch up on the AI gossip.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Mei "June" Lai Dao
19 years old
Chinese
MHCS First-class Lieutenant

Appearance:
5'1", fairly short and clumsy-looking. Large DD breasts, unaccentuated hips and small shoulders. Long (for her size) legs, short raven-black hair reaching down to the base of her neck. Looks fairly tymid.

Bio:
Born in The People's Republic of China, Mei is as proud and nationalistic as her fellow countryman, although she is noticeably less vocal about this, and more tymid. She is a regular bookworm, and not graced too much socially.

However, what she lacks in social graces she more than makes up in combat knowledge, and experience. Mei can be unexpectedly intelligent and cool in battle, and has already seen combat in the Philipinnes, fighting against an American armoured division with MHCS support. Mei excelled in that battle, destroying seven main battle tanks, two APCs and two MHCS and causing the retreat of the rest of the squadron, an action that threatened the whole American right flank in one of the isles, which would eventually win it over for the Chinese. This meritory action was what earned her a great rise in rank, and a place in Oceania.

Her approach towards combat is straightforward and methodical. Analyze the terrain and the enemy, as well as yourself, and deal with the situation as appropriate.

Her MHCS's AI's name is Kitsu, coming from the Japanese Kitsune, the mischievous or benevolent fox spirits...

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Mei stepped off the plane carrying two small suitcases, which still felt pretty heavy for her. Fortunately, Oceania was pretty close by. As she moved in together with a troupe of Chinese students, looking as organized now as in a military parade, she admired the Western architecture, so different to the new Chinese style. Compared to the Chinese, this style was more sober and functional, perhaps...

A line of the Chinese pilots was quickly formed, disciplined to the maximum as they each asked for their room. Mei took her key, and left for the dorms inmediately, reading the signs. Thankfully, the Chinese Government had the foresight to educate its subjects in the customs and language of their enemy.

 

[AriesWolf]

"My name's Robyn Dather... You can call me Rob, or Robyn. Your choice."

Ray looked up slowly, a girl was his roomate? The Girl was his room mate! It was the same young woman from the main building, wow she really must have hustled to beat him here.

"Wow they really do have co-ed dorms here" Ray said trying to play it casual and thinking he had done a decent job of it. She was quite a pretty young woman, but rather than oogling over her body, he found himself staring deep into the emerald pools that were her eyes. They captured his attention, refusing to allow his eyes to stray from her's, he couldn't have checked her out if he had wanted too!

For some odd reason he found himself thinking about how well she would do with an MHCS, he wondered if she could match him. He wasn't the worlds best YET, but anyone in New York would agree that he could hold his own.

And anyone who had seen the Statue of Liberty since he had "Vandalised" it would say much the same. The Word "Stingray" was now written across the statues base in bullet holes.

"Hmm I dunno I think I'll go with Rob" Ray finally managed to break eye contact. Once again stretching his powerful arms (as he often did when he was nervous) he said: "As I think it's what you like more?"

 

[Katamari Roller]

Mei strode down the corridors, walking upright and proud like a soldier of The People's Army should. Her uniform, an olive green with red markings on the shoulders and a cap matching with the general camo, as well as her rank chevrons, was a contrast with the white walls, as was that of the dozen or so Chinese students still in the corridors right now.

She reached her room, and grasped the knob as she fished her keys out of her breast-pocket... only to notice that the door was already open. Pushing it forwards, she took her suitcases up again and walked in.

Inside, she saw a young... American, probably, eating in the main room. Another American, this one a female, was leaning against the door jam of one of the bedrooms. She could also see a kitchen, and a fifth door that led into a room with blue tiles on the wall... most probably a bathroom. Mei didn't spare too much time looking at the Americans, only glancing at them before walking to her bedroom and opening her suitcases for unpacking.

 

[NiteCrowe]

Grimm sighed at the thought of the news Airies had just given him. Apparantly most of the pilots were in dire need of some decent training, though some were already doing well.

Either way, it was what he was here for.

He reached for the Broadcast system, and deciding it was time for Assignment and Application (something he enjoyed calling AA), began to speak into the mouth peice, and soon his voice could be heard over the system.

'Group A2B1 Report to the Hangar immediatly for Assignment and Application.'

He sighed and walked back to his MHCS and waiting for the group to arrive.

Soon they were all in front of him, and he began to start,

'Ok, my Name is Major Grimm, yes i know, save your jokes for later, Ok then i am going to be your flight and combat insttructor, and as such i have to give you your Assigment and Assesment lesson. Now assignment is to make sure you all have an MHCS, and assesment is to see how well you can fly, if at all.'

He grinned at the first group in front of him, wondering which ones were Shire and Dather.

'Ok, first things first....Who doesnt have an MHCS?'

 

[AriesWolf]

OOC: I am gonna take the role of an AI character as well, so that NiteCrowe has someone to interact with

AI Character: Aries
AI Avatar: Greek Man with Ram's horns, and burning red hair.

IC: There was a crackle of energy as Aries' came online, his optic sensor array recognized Matthew Grimm instantly.

"Hello Mr.Grimm" He said as his Avatar was projected onto the large view screen in the hangar. He adjusted his black toga alittle. So many AI insisted on having their appearances be perfect, he couldn't stand that level of perfectionism in anything but the operation an MHCS.

Aries had one of the most developed personalites of any AI in exsistence. He was also one of the oldest programs out there. Only constant updates and upgrades kept him from sinking into obscurity. Grimm was often the man who helped him with these constant upgrades, and in exchange Aries kept the man sane, talking to him when he grew bored of the constant droning of the rest of the faculty.

"Do the new recruits seem to have any potential?" He asked. Grimm usually made for much better conversation than the dull all business technicians that repaired his MHCS.

 

[NiteCrowe]

Grimm smiled as Aries came online and asked the inevitable question.

'Honestly A, they look like they'd sooner trip over their shoelases than fly with you guys. Really, apart from 3 of them, i'd much rather have you AI's flying with me instead.'

He looked round the group.

'You know A, whats the info on these pilots? c'mon surely the other AI have said something about them, whats the scoop on them?'

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

Name: Caitria Mairenn
Age:25 years old
Nationality:American
Rank: Pilot

Appearance:
5'6, looks like a woman that knows what she's doing and where she's suposed to be. She is very slender and lean, a tall girl with a good sized chest. Her hair is a strawberry blonde and her skin is pale her eyes are a gray blue color.

Bio:
Caitria was born in the United States but still has a bit of an accent going on when she loses her temper. She is not a wall flower and is usually very outgoing, she knows how to talk and for the most part when to stop talking. She is a very intelligent young woman.

Her eldest brother is a General, though he had nothing to do with her moving up through the ranks. She studied hard and is passionate about what she does. Her other brother, older still, is a chief mechanic and is considered to be brilliant when it comes to machinery. She is pretty similar to both of her brothers. She grasps mechanics well as well as military tactics. She is pretty argumentative and has a hard time letting things go. Can be either passive aggressive or aggressive in her tactics... Usually she prefers to get as many shots in from afar before rushing in.

She named her AI Ruaidhri, 'The Red King'. She named him after the last High King of Ireland.

Personality: In a word... Passionate.

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Caitria could not believe that she was really going to be teaching such young and talented students. Of course she was a little nervous but she was sure that everything was going to work out for the best. She decided, now that she had put everything in her quarters, that she was going to go take a look at the hangar. She was sure that there were some minor checks to be made on the great Ruaidhri anyway.

She wondered what her brothers were up to now?

Last Caitria had spoken to them they were making their way to different stations to take care of 'business' as it were. Something was going on with the extremists. She did hope that they would be careful but there was really no point in worrying.

It was a waste of time and energy.

She was not in uniform as she was still on leave, there were few people in the hangar at the moment. "How are you doing this day Rhuaidhri?" She asked as she stared up at the colossal red MCHS.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Mei stood in the first line of the Chinese pilots in training, as befitting of her rank as a Lieutenant. She stood firm, arms crossed behind her back, and the Chinese imitated her pose. They looked like the most formal unit present right now in the hangar, and perhaps in all of Oceania.

Standing in formation, Mei simply observed the hangar, the MHCS, and the one man who looked like an instructor. Another American. Mei resented being put under command of this ill-educated fool, who insulted all pilots but three. Mei did not know who these three were, but she expected them to be Americans. Favouritism ran rampart in the United States of America, a consequence of their Capitalistic economy...

 

[AriesWolf]

Aries grinned, well I think the kid's your refering too are

"Mai Lai Dao, quite famous in China she managed to single almost single handedly crush our entire right flank in the Phillipines, she's quite the pilot I hear, some of the AI's have taken to calling her: The Red Baroness" Aries paused and let what he had said register with Grimm, who had of course been one of the American pilots in the Phillipines at the the time.

"Robyn Dather would have to be another... she repaired one of the MHCS's downed in the battle of Baltimore 12 years ago! Her AI unit's name has yet to be determined but the girl did manage to get it operating to 28% combat capacity... with only parts she refurbished herself" Aries, paused again

"And last there is Raymond Shire, your god son I believe? Yes He's my kinda kid! All fight and no manners, just like his father! Though he is quite a bit taller, he served in the New York militia for a while, and earned the nickname Sting Ray, but on the anniversary of his father's death he stole the MHCS that his father had built and vandilised the remains of the statue of liberty"

 

[NiteCrowe]

Grimm just stood shocked. He hadn forgotten all about that, he had forgotten he was Shires God-Father. No wonder he didnt recognise him he hadn't seen him since he was little.

Oh the things war did to your memory.

He register the thoughts about the chinese girl, and realised that it must have been her whom he had managed to chase off after the flank had been attacked.

And as for Dather to do all that was simply amazing.

'Thanks A,' He replied absent mindedly.

God-Son.

 

[Jewelskye]

Robyn was about to answer that she really didn't care what name he chose one way or the other when she heard the announcement over the loud speakers throughout the school. Sighing some, she gave a little stretch, the action showing off the almost cat-like lines of her lean body. "Looks like they're not going to waist anytime. You guys just now got here," she said with a shake of her head, suddenly glad for the week and a half she'd been there alone. It had given her time to unpack, her room looked like it was really hers and it had personality, and she knew the grounds like the back of her hand.

"Follow me, I know a short cut to the hangar bays."

And without really waiting for him, she moved to her room long enough to snatch her cover off her bed and then made her way toward the hangar itself where they were supposed to be gathering.

Upon arriving in the hangar with her new roommate, who's name she still didn't know, in tow, Robyn fell into formation along the other american students who'd managed to get there before them. Of course there weren't that many... but still. The fact that they were here at all showed they probably had studied the map of the grounds. Standing at attention, she was all professionalism in her perfectly pressed uniform with it's clean creases and crisp lines.

She hadn't arrived soon enough to hear him and his AI talking, so she had no idea he already knew what she'd accomplished. There was a glint of determination in her already intense and intelligent eyes as she stood there, sure she'd have to prove just what she was worth. After all, she was among the youngest students in the school(both Chinese and American), and she was someone who not only didn't come from any kind of military background, but who's parents were socialites... more concerned with their reputations and parties than anything militaristic.

 

[AriesWolf]

Jeez she was fast! She hadn't even asked his name before rushing onto out the door to the hangar! Ray chased after her across the grounds nearly having to run to keep up. They got there just in time, she was the picture of professionalism while he stood there in his civilian clothing in formation behind her.

He may not have dressed professionally, but he started to move like a soldier as they entered the hangar. They all fell into properly and stood at attention waiting for further instruction.

Ray saw a tall man discussing the recruits with an AI a few dozen feet away. He managed to catch the words Robyn Dather, Baltimore, and God son, but that was it. The same man turned sharply around and came toward them a few minutes later the AI fading from view on the screen. His eyes Wandered to the MHCS lined up on the far wall, they were all basic models, nothing special about them yet.

First the AI's would pick there Pilots and then they would be assigned one of the stripped down MHCS's. After that they would go about learning to use their machines, how to interact with the AI and how to Customize them to their prefered combat style.

OOC: Okay these MHCS are seriously bare right now I mean all identical 12 foot tall machines with no armour, weapons, or jump jets. You can pick up to 3 weapons one secondary one thats always equipped and two more powerful ones that you can swap between. Height modifications are possible and you can change the color scheme as well, right now they are metallic grey.

 

[AriesWolf]

"How are you doing this day Rhuaidhri?" She asked as she stared up at the colossal red MCHS.

Rudy came online as his name was spoken. The Big Red machine's AI replied sleepily:

"Things were going just fine lassie, till I got woken up..." The sleepy tone and annoyance was an act of course, though the weak scottish accent was part of his program. Just something Rudy did to seem more alive. His avatar appeared on the cockpit display screen, the Red canine looking creature stared out at Caitira with a grin. "And how are you this day Miss Mairen? Looking forward to your first days of teaching I presume?"

The lack of professionalism was fast fading in Rudy, his programs behaviour protocols began to override his developing personality. The sleepy tone faded and then was gone entirely, he began to speak more politely. As the High King of Scotland should or so he had been told.

 

[ultimate_nerdslut]

"Things were going just fine lassie, till I got woken up... And how are you this day Miss Mairen? Looking forward to your first days of teaching I presume?"

"Yes," she answered noticing how he began to reform. Mostof thetime she preferred that he jus talk like a normal person. She knew that making him a king was what started most of this trouble.

Caitria smiled. He did speak as a High King of Ireland should but she like his saucy attitude much better. "Oh now now tell me Rudy, are you ready to be teaching such small things?" She asked looking out at all the young children. She loved to reteach him the accent.

"Such wee bairns," she laughed knowing that she was hardly older than some of them. "I think that we might have to take it easy on a few just so that we don't destroy their self esteem but a few candidates seem like worthy challanges right?" She asked.

 

[AriesWolf]

"Aye lass that they do" Rudy said. "And I will instruct the wee boys and girls in what ever you tell me too my lady"

Rudy watched as the New recruits lined up to be chosen by AI, and then to chose there MHCS's. He quickly lost interest, he and Caitria had a day one lesson to plan.
These would be his first students! Though some of the AI's were veterans most were brand new, and would need alot of help to get their pilots through the day's lesson.

He was glad Aries was going to pick a pilot today, Aries was a vet with enough experience to be a genuine help to him and Caitria.

"So what are we teaching em' today lass?"

 

[Katamari Roller]

The Chinese students quickly dispersed to pick a machine, and retrieve their AIs from the computer terminals. When it came to Mei, she selected Kitsu. A fox's yelp came out of the computer, and two yellow eyes opened with a mischievous glint to them, before orange fur started to surround them.

"Ahhhh, Miss June! Glad to see you again!"
"Hello, Kitsu. Ready to stretch your legs?"
"Sure am, missus!"

Kitsu licked its muzzle, before disappearing as he was downloaded into a small disk. Lai smiled, and took the disk into a small, black box that was filled with a white, fluffy substance to protect it. The disk was, right now, the most valuable part of her MHCS. Mei picked one at random, no sense in taking a closer look (although some of the students did), and quickly climbed up to the cockpit, moving with unsuspected agility for such a short, busty girl.

Sitting inside, she closed the cockpit and inserted the disk into the control computer. A brief read of the systems appeared on the screens, from electronics, to stabilization, navigation and, of course, hardware. All green. Kitsu appeared again on the main screen, a ball of fur with a white-tipped tail sticking out from the back.

"Miss June... this isn't our machine!"
"I know, Kitsu, I know... school decision, I guess. If it were by me, we'd be piloting our excellent Kitsune, but I guess this is all we can count on until we customize it..."

Kitsu snorted derisively. "American hardware! I thought this was a school, not an interment camp..."

Mei chuckled as she surfed through the setting-up lists. If Kitsu felt he was uncomfortable, he was not the only one. American MHCS cockpits were bigger, and the interface was much more primitive than Chinese electronics. The arm-braces to control the systems and hardware were hard metal, instead of simple plastic braces that didn't tax the body and the mind to control them. It was no wonder that American MHCS were sometimes so conservative in tactics, if their pilots became tired faster.

Having a look at the weapons and armor, Mei shook her head gently in disapproval. Although the weapons were superior in firepower, they weighed more. The armour was also clunkier, more voluminous. In Chinese MHCS, the weaponry would be either lighter, or heavier, but in the American case most heavy weapons were VERY heavy, and carried less ammo. And armour would be sleek and light, giving them greater speed and power to seize initiative, as opposed to heavy armor that robbed her from her skills to adapt to any situation.

Mei already could see that she would be forced to rely more in protection and firepower than in mobility and speed, which did not suit her fighting style at all. However, looking at the good side of this proposition, this would provide her with information to defeat American divisions in the future. Oceania was a perfect place to learn about China's enemy, and how to defeat it...