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Post by JagwarKnight on Mar 13, 2009 2:28:43 GMT -5
Anubis sighed.
~just when you think things would get easy....~ He thought as he looked over all the reports... Just when one crisis was handled, another one popped up...
and then there was the walking Rad signals....
Kruger leaned back into his chair and sighed as he rubbed his eyes... atlest they would have ONE world to focus on instend of two soon...
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Post by smokedtoast on Mar 16, 2009 1:50:30 GMT -5
A purple and green reploid comes up behind Krueger, glancing at the monitor from behind his lens and gas mask cautiously. "Sir? I was told there was a mission for me?" Toxic Skunk responds calmly, a bit surprised to be called into service nowadays. He figured it had to be something important...
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Post by shinryu82 on Apr 28, 2009 21:02:44 GMT -5
"Such activity...and yet..." The rather musty sounding voice of a reploid spoke before pausing a bit. A reploid which sounded quite odd at first, yet his distinguishing appearance made him rather note-worthy. The reploid's shape itself was that similar to a dragon, almost similar to that of the infamous Magma Dragoon. Yet, something was clearly different about this one. He seemed devoid of all color, a pale gray and black shell for his armor, and rather dimmed red eyes which were constantly shifting it's focus as he walked. Not only this, it seems part of his armor had been opened. His chest, which looked almost like a metalic rib-cage of sorts, had been seemingly cut open to reveal part of his inner crucial circuitry. Normally, most would be in shock at this, yet he didn't seem to mind it for whatever strange reason. He looked almost like a shadow with his form and tained dark colored armor, but he was indeed real. With him he also had some accessories. A belt, which seemed to contain various weapons - some of which looked like a series of knives according to the handles of them. Other than that, the only other thing he had was a dark colored scarf, wrapped around his neck which had covered most of his lower jaw - further increasing his shadow-like appearance.
This almost frightening looking reploid was walking right towards Anubis and Toxic Skunk. Though he'd obviously look to be a threat at first, no weapons on him were actually drawn out - as it seemed he only wished to speak with them.
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Post by JagwarKnight on Apr 28, 2009 21:15:51 GMT -5
"Yes, there is." Anubis said, hardly surprised at Toxic's appearance in the room. he was about to explain it to Toxic when he felt something... off. It was true that all the crap happening on the planet was allready screwing around with his "sixth" sense but this... He turned to the door and looked at Type-82.
"Hello, Is there something I can help you with?" He said in a relaxed tone, leaning back into his chair.
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 28, 2009 21:19:36 GMT -5
Toxic nods lightly for a moment before turning back towards Type-82 as he enters. Shocked by the scene before him, the skunk-bot hops backwards into a defensive pose. One of his gauntlets has already shifted around into a launcher-stylized buster, though he slowly calms down and rights himself. After all, he's rarely around the more active hunters... and if Anubis isn't freaked by the individual's appearance, he must belong around here.
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Post by shinryu82 on Apr 28, 2009 21:33:34 GMT -5
"Yes...I have come forth looking for a mission." Type-82 began his response, his musty voice almost trailing off for a moment, "I wish to take a few tasks assigned by the HQ, as my work in the field has been diminishing...Even with full-time duty to attempt to fight mavericks on my part." He spoke while sighing slightly. A bit of substance, looking almost like mist, puffed out of his opened chest while he sighed. "That is why I've turned here, in hopes to find a mission I may lend my services to." The reploid finished, his dimmed red eyes didn't seem to be wandering anymore while speaking, and in fact he seemed to maintain some incrediable focus.
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Post by JagwarKnight on Apr 28, 2009 21:49:07 GMT -5
"Hrmm... if you're not adverse to working with others... I might have one for you." Anubis said before nodding to Toxic.
"we lost contact with one of our bases in the Sahara desert just shortly after Cybertron was pulled here and there's been a increase in RAD Temps. I was about to Send Toxic Skunk here to investigate but..." He said,pausing for a second as he thought it over," I would think it would be best if he had a partner."
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Post by smokedtoast on Apr 30, 2009 19:15:55 GMT -5
Toxic Skunk nods in response, saluting the commander with his right hand. "Understood sir. Would be happy to have back up on a mission, been a while since that's happened." He responds verbally before looking back over to Type-82 and sizing him up. It's not a matter of rivalry or anything, he just seems to be making sure his teammate has the right kind of radiation protection for this mission.
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Post by shinryu82 on May 17, 2009 20:52:02 GMT -5
"I have no problem working with others in such a mission." Type-82 responded, his voice once again having that musty and mysterious feeling to it, "I'll accept this mission then." The reploid nodded a bit, the look in his eyes gave off a bit of determination as well. It would be natural for him, sense he's been involved in many Maverick inccidents before.
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Post by JagwarKnight on May 17, 2009 21:28:39 GMT -5
"Very well then." Anubis said as he opened a drawer and pulled out a small device and threw it to 82. "Rad shield, I'm not too sure if your armor can handle the radiation levels that are being thrown out, Toxic, I do because I've read his profile but you..." he said trailing off and turning his chair around. "also, it would be best not to question how I have manged to get such tech..." he said, " let say 'know thy enemy' is the best course in this case."
if 82 or toxic would look closely, the band had a rather Alien design to it and remains of a symbol on it...
The one of the Space Pirates.
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Post by smokedtoast on May 17, 2009 21:43:35 GMT -5
Toxic blinks for a few moments before nodding. He's not about to ask questions with a mission on the way... though something about that symbol doesn't suit right with him. "Understood sir. I'm ready whenever you are." He responds before looking in Type-82's direction. This is definitely going to be one of those interesting times, he can just feel it. Hopefully it'll be their enemies that make it the rough kind of 'interesting'.
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Post by shinryu82 on Jun 11, 2009 17:57:09 GMT -5
Type-82 nodded his head upon receiving the device from Anubis. The reploid had also noticed the Alien symbol on the band, though he didn't say anything on this however. He preferred to keep quiet on this it seems.
"Understood..." Type-82 spoke up once more, with that musty voice of his once again. After looking over to Toxic, he nodded his head slightly, "I am ready to proceed with the mission, sir." He spoke.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 18, 2009 0:57:30 GMT -5
Toxic nods lightly in response, before motioning to follow himself to the teleporter room. "Understood, let's head out kimosabi." He responds with appears to be a smirk behind his mask as they walk. "Hopefully this will be one for the black book. Been a while since I scored a weird case and all." He responds again as they walk. "How long you been running Type-82?"
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Post by shinryu82 on Jun 29, 2009 16:05:50 GMT -5
"For a while, to be honest." Type-82 responded, the musty feeling of his voice trailing through the air again, "I've mostly just been counter-acting against mavericks over the years. It's just part of my instincts...To act accordingly when such a situation may show up." The reploid paused slightly, that mist-like substance somewhat escaping the opening in his chest again.
"It's been a few years though...Trying to fight mavericks and such." He spoke up once more, "Though I can't exactly remember for how long it went on. I can barely even recall when I was first activated."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 11, 2009 13:59:10 GMT -5
"Ahh, I know that feeling well." Toxic responds as he steps onto the teleportation panel, programming their destination into the computer. "You know you're getting old when you can't remember the first day you gained consciousness. At least you're taking it well, aye?" He jokes lightly. Not that he's poking fun at the fellow reploid, he's just amused by the common ground they have.
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