"Oi, c'mon Taro. Ya gonna move any faster?"
Akira gave off a rather soft sigh. He was a teenager, around the age of seventeen years of age. For someone his age, he was covered in scars. From a cross shaped one on his forehead, various marks on his arms and a slash across his chest. He had dark tan messy spiky hair with blond bangs. He wore a long, navy blue cloak like jacket where the sleeves were rolled up at his elbows. Around his neck was a spiked collar with two leather tails on the end of it.
He wore a pair of black pants and a pair of sneaks. His belt buckle had a skull emblem on it. He seemed to keep his hands in his pockets, though. His eyes were an amber colour. His over all appearance seemed to scream "Delinquent.".
However, his expression had a rather annoyed look.
"Dammit Taro, get yer metal butt in gear, will ya?"
He watched as his robot turtle sidekick friend, Taro came shuffling along, making rather annoyed grunts at his friend and clutching a bag of freshly made taiyaki in his metalic, ball like hands. Taro of course was an anthropomorphic, android turtle. HE couldn't help but to let off a small snicker. He couldn't be angry at his friend. After all, it was a year since hepiloted Buriki Daioh to save his city. Saved his country. Everything. He did wonder one thing. Will he need it again? TO pilot the Great Tin King? Maybe in a battle? Even if things were at peace, it was getting rather boring. Not even a street fight has happened.
Giving a glance to his left, there stood his large mech, Buriki Daioh. Standing tall in its glory. He gave a rather calm grin towards his mech and placed a hand to his forehead,blocking the sun from his face.
"Oi, Buriki, y'know. Maybe someday, you and I will be standin' tall an' shakin' the heavens once more."
A rather warm wind blew past him. His bangs lightly blowing and the end of his long coat blew a bit. Things seemed peaceful for now... but how long will it last? Who really knew. Even in moments of things being silent, something always pops up and makes the worst of things rise.
As Taro caught up to the teenager with the scars, Akira took a taiyki from the sack and started to munch on it. He had a burning feeling in his gut that he'd need Buriki Daioh and possibly for a mission. A dangerous one. How would he tell Taeko? The matron of the orphanage he grew up and lives in? What would he tell his sister?
He wasn't a child anymore. He did save his sister. He saved one of his fellow orphans. He did save this city and his country. He was no longer a "cub". He was a wild tiger in this urban jungle.
Akira gave off a rather soft sigh. He was a teenager, around the age of seventeen years of age. For someone his age, he was covered in scars. From a cross shaped one on his forehead, various marks on his arms and a slash across his chest. He had dark tan messy spiky hair with blond bangs. He wore a long, navy blue cloak like jacket where the sleeves were rolled up at his elbows. Around his neck was a spiked collar with two leather tails on the end of it.
He wore a pair of black pants and a pair of sneaks. His belt buckle had a skull emblem on it. He seemed to keep his hands in his pockets, though. His eyes were an amber colour. His over all appearance seemed to scream "Delinquent.".
However, his expression had a rather annoyed look.
"Dammit Taro, get yer metal butt in gear, will ya?"
He watched as his robot turtle sidekick friend, Taro came shuffling along, making rather annoyed grunts at his friend and clutching a bag of freshly made taiyaki in his metalic, ball like hands. Taro of course was an anthropomorphic, android turtle. HE couldn't help but to let off a small snicker. He couldn't be angry at his friend. After all, it was a year since hepiloted Buriki Daioh to save his city. Saved his country. Everything. He did wonder one thing. Will he need it again? TO pilot the Great Tin King? Maybe in a battle? Even if things were at peace, it was getting rather boring. Not even a street fight has happened.
Giving a glance to his left, there stood his large mech, Buriki Daioh. Standing tall in its glory. He gave a rather calm grin towards his mech and placed a hand to his forehead,blocking the sun from his face.
"Oi, Buriki, y'know. Maybe someday, you and I will be standin' tall an' shakin' the heavens once more."
A rather warm wind blew past him. His bangs lightly blowing and the end of his long coat blew a bit. Things seemed peaceful for now... but how long will it last? Who really knew. Even in moments of things being silent, something always pops up and makes the worst of things rise.
As Taro caught up to the teenager with the scars, Akira took a taiyki from the sack and started to munch on it. He had a burning feeling in his gut that he'd need Buriki Daioh and possibly for a mission. A dangerous one. How would he tell Taeko? The matron of the orphanage he grew up and lives in? What would he tell his sister?
He wasn't a child anymore. He did save his sister. He saved one of his fellow orphans. He did save this city and his country. He was no longer a "cub". He was a wild tiger in this urban jungle.
Everything was calm... The MuSyEe had finally reached earth's orbit, the thrusters were turned off and space was as quiet as it always has been.
Steve was resting on his newly obtained Mobile Suit, an NZ-666, a.k.a Kshatriya.
An robotic voice awaked Steve right up, he looked trough the cockpit and noticed who it was: "Eb-win! Heading out! Eb-win! Heading out!" A small, green, iron robot was floating towards him, he slowly grabbed the robot and looked towards the old man that had been reparing the Kshatriya for the last day: "Is it already time, doc ?" The man smiled, a thing he hadn't done in a few days: "Hehe... Yes, it is. I suspect you already know the details of the mission, but let's run trough it again shall we ?" He jumped up and let the lack of gravity float him up untill he reached the front of the cockpit: "You are going to land on earth, this mission will involve a city raiding, you already have some experience i assume, but this time you won't have to worry about accidentally blowing a hole trough the city, nevertheless, try to keep the casualities at minimum. You will "negociate" with the locals for their supplies, use the inflatable dummies if you need to carry it all, when you're done, you will have to exit earth's atmosphere one more time and head back to the ship with the supplies, this Mobile Suit should be able to handle going in and out of earth's atmosphere, soo don't worry about it, okay ? You got all of that ?"
Steve nodded, an small grin growing on his face.
This was an dangerous mission indeed, but he had never been on earth, he couldn't help being this excited, the tales he had heard from all of the types of different mechs that fought on earth were too fascinating to him, not only that, but space was boring, it was completely bare and lackluster, while earth seemed to have all types of beautiful stuff. The thought of seeing all of that with his own two eyes overcame the fear of dying down there.
Suddenly two red lights start blinking, that was the signal. Steve nodded towards the old man and closed the cockpit, he stuffed Haro (the green robo-ball) inside with him and turned on the mech.
As the door started opening, Steve readied his engine, at that moment, he realised how powerful that Mobile Suit was, he turned on the main thrusters and the mech came flying out of the ship, in a matter of seconds, he had almost reached earth's atmosphere. At that moment, Steve felt as light as a feather, the Mobile Suit responded well with his movements and it's speed was uncomparably high.
That all ended preety quickly. Steve turned automatic landing on, he had lost complete control over the machine. The Kshatriya had a very peculiar landing system, it used it's shields as some kind of parachute, and, to avoid burning up, a thick oil-ish bubble covered the entire MS.
Slowly descending down, Steve reached the ground, communication with his ship was cut, soo he was all alone now.
By the looks of it, he had landed somewhere in a forest, he could barely make out some buildings on the horizon.
Everything seemed quiet, untill Steve sensed... Something... It was a feeling he had never felt before, he slowly turned the MS towards the city and whispered out loud: "A...kira ?"
Steve was resting on his newly obtained Mobile Suit, an NZ-666, a.k.a Kshatriya.
An robotic voice awaked Steve right up, he looked trough the cockpit and noticed who it was: "Eb-win! Heading out! Eb-win! Heading out!" A small, green, iron robot was floating towards him, he slowly grabbed the robot and looked towards the old man that had been reparing the Kshatriya for the last day: "Is it already time, doc ?" The man smiled, a thing he hadn't done in a few days: "Hehe... Yes, it is. I suspect you already know the details of the mission, but let's run trough it again shall we ?" He jumped up and let the lack of gravity float him up untill he reached the front of the cockpit: "You are going to land on earth, this mission will involve a city raiding, you already have some experience i assume, but this time you won't have to worry about accidentally blowing a hole trough the city, nevertheless, try to keep the casualities at minimum. You will "negociate" with the locals for their supplies, use the inflatable dummies if you need to carry it all, when you're done, you will have to exit earth's atmosphere one more time and head back to the ship with the supplies, this Mobile Suit should be able to handle going in and out of earth's atmosphere, soo don't worry about it, okay ? You got all of that ?"
Steve nodded, an small grin growing on his face.
This was an dangerous mission indeed, but he had never been on earth, he couldn't help being this excited, the tales he had heard from all of the types of different mechs that fought on earth were too fascinating to him, not only that, but space was boring, it was completely bare and lackluster, while earth seemed to have all types of beautiful stuff. The thought of seeing all of that with his own two eyes overcame the fear of dying down there.
Suddenly two red lights start blinking, that was the signal. Steve nodded towards the old man and closed the cockpit, he stuffed Haro (the green robo-ball) inside with him and turned on the mech.
As the door started opening, Steve readied his engine, at that moment, he realised how powerful that Mobile Suit was, he turned on the main thrusters and the mech came flying out of the ship, in a matter of seconds, he had almost reached earth's atmosphere. At that moment, Steve felt as light as a feather, the Mobile Suit responded well with his movements and it's speed was uncomparably high.
That all ended preety quickly. Steve turned automatic landing on, he had lost complete control over the machine. The Kshatriya had a very peculiar landing system, it used it's shields as some kind of parachute, and, to avoid burning up, a thick oil-ish bubble covered the entire MS.
Slowly descending down, Steve reached the ground, communication with his ship was cut, soo he was all alone now.
By the looks of it, he had landed somewhere in a forest, he could barely make out some buildings on the horizon.
Everything seemed quiet, untill Steve sensed... Something... It was a feeling he had never felt before, he slowly turned the MS towards the city and whispered out loud: "A...kira ?"
"Kuy?"
The psycho driver paused for a moment. He sensed something. Someone was near. Someone was around. Closing his amber coloured eyes, he placed his index and middle finger to the cross shaped scar on his forehead and went into deep thought. He was oblivious that the other was around.
«Oi Oi. Can ya hear me?» Akira asked, using his telepathy. «Heard my name. Heard ya yammerin'. Y'know!»
Looking over at Taro, who was pretty much now staring off into space. Giving the turtle bot a well palced smack on the head, Akira scoffed a bit.
"So, ya near? I know yer near, dude. I'll haul ass to where ya are! Mind if I bring... a friend with me? He ain't bright, jus' to let y a know."
The psycho driver paused for a moment. He sensed something. Someone was near. Someone was around. Closing his amber coloured eyes, he placed his index and middle finger to the cross shaped scar on his forehead and went into deep thought. He was oblivious that the other was around.
«Oi Oi. Can ya hear me?» Akira asked, using his telepathy. «Heard my name. Heard ya yammerin'. Y'know!»
Looking over at Taro, who was pretty much now staring off into space. Giving the turtle bot a well palced smack on the head, Akira scoffed a bit.
"So, ya near? I know yer near, dude. I'll haul ass to where ya are! Mind if I bring... a friend with me? He ain't bright, jus' to let y a know."
*Life was good. Genral Rotone, proud owner of a piece of storefront property+garage that he made into his own home/store, 'Genral Rotors'. because everyone liked a weird pun*
*Genral considered himself a bit of a mech artist, taking whatever old wreaks and scrap he could get his hands on to make... Experimental devices. slapping motive output, power relays, and metal shells around whatever he managed to cram together into compact space did not always make for efficient or effective machines... and the software side of things was a nightmare for any traditional programmer. But his weird miniature devices with 2 heads that connected to legs that had extra arms carrying wheels and the like usually sold very well to enthusiasts who wanted incredibly Unique designs, and sometimes some of his random designs actually made them effective at the types of jobs people wanted their machines to do. like a design with a circle of wheels and arms between the wheels that could 'parkor' around buildings*
*of course, such chaotic design wouldn't be possible without an understanding of the more traditional aspects of Mech creation... and without the right tools. they had cost him 2 arms, but Genral had the right tools. artificial replacements for his arms that he had been without since birth, having mechanical arms is what had inspired him to learn how to make things in the first place. His current arms had been his final project in college. A masterwork of lightweight shell, redundant systems to account for full effectiveness at even moderate damages, and tools for both large and small work, minus the fuel needed for some 'combustive' tools to work. those could have gas tanks attached separately if the tool was in use... This, also explained why his machines were coding nightmares for most. Having a traditional electronic connection to his original arms, his professors believed he would have serious issue getting his new arms to work, since humans don't have any nerves for, 'extend screwdriver and clamp'... thinking on just, 'working' things connected to his head worked for his head though, so it didn't seem to matter to someone who lived without arms his whole live that humans should only know how to control two arms with 5 fingers each... plugging into all his weird devices helped him understand how they might work better anyway*
*his current larger scale project was trying to make a larger scale project. most of the things he's made so far could all fit in the back of a truck, so he's working on trying to make something Bigger. a Very Stable mech with a spaced apart + tread design that can angle directly downward, with a 4-armed solid body atop it. he currently lacks a proper weapons permit though, so the Flak he wants to sit at the top like a head, and the other ideas he has are unable to be added. yet. he's trying to get the permit to go through, and he's hoping that some official recognizes him real soon and gives him a project that he can go totally nuts with.*
*but till then, its just buying and selling of high quality parts, weird machines, and working on a 85% complete Heavy Scout Mech. one of the treads he needs should be arriving somewhat soon. then he'll have 3 of 4*
*Genral considered himself a bit of a mech artist, taking whatever old wreaks and scrap he could get his hands on to make... Experimental devices. slapping motive output, power relays, and metal shells around whatever he managed to cram together into compact space did not always make for efficient or effective machines... and the software side of things was a nightmare for any traditional programmer. But his weird miniature devices with 2 heads that connected to legs that had extra arms carrying wheels and the like usually sold very well to enthusiasts who wanted incredibly Unique designs, and sometimes some of his random designs actually made them effective at the types of jobs people wanted their machines to do. like a design with a circle of wheels and arms between the wheels that could 'parkor' around buildings*
*of course, such chaotic design wouldn't be possible without an understanding of the more traditional aspects of Mech creation... and without the right tools. they had cost him 2 arms, but Genral had the right tools. artificial replacements for his arms that he had been without since birth, having mechanical arms is what had inspired him to learn how to make things in the first place. His current arms had been his final project in college. A masterwork of lightweight shell, redundant systems to account for full effectiveness at even moderate damages, and tools for both large and small work, minus the fuel needed for some 'combustive' tools to work. those could have gas tanks attached separately if the tool was in use... This, also explained why his machines were coding nightmares for most. Having a traditional electronic connection to his original arms, his professors believed he would have serious issue getting his new arms to work, since humans don't have any nerves for, 'extend screwdriver and clamp'... thinking on just, 'working' things connected to his head worked for his head though, so it didn't seem to matter to someone who lived without arms his whole live that humans should only know how to control two arms with 5 fingers each... plugging into all his weird devices helped him understand how they might work better anyway*
*his current larger scale project was trying to make a larger scale project. most of the things he's made so far could all fit in the back of a truck, so he's working on trying to make something Bigger. a Very Stable mech with a spaced apart + tread design that can angle directly downward, with a 4-armed solid body atop it. he currently lacks a proper weapons permit though, so the Flak he wants to sit at the top like a head, and the other ideas he has are unable to be added. yet. he's trying to get the permit to go through, and he's hoping that some official recognizes him real soon and gives him a project that he can go totally nuts with.*
*but till then, its just buying and selling of high quality parts, weird machines, and working on a 85% complete Heavy Scout Mech. one of the treads he needs should be arriving somewhat soon. then he'll have 3 of 4*
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