The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows
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				Title: <strong>The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 06:09:42</strong>
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				As snow gently fell alongside mortar shells, Aren Tobak stared out his window, watching the snow fall against the orange glow of the fire from the shells. He smiled; amidst all of the chaos, he had found something beautiful. It wasn't that Inverness itself was unattractive, just that he hated to see it torn apart by this war. Turning off his beloved Louis Armstrong, he rose slowly to his feet. His steely blue eyes surveyed the war room carefully. These were his men, his proteges, his responsibility. As he looked over them, his mind sent him back to that fateful battle a month ago, when a slight tactical error coupled with a suit malfunction had cost him Balix, one of his best heavy arms pilots. He'd been poring over applications for weeks, but no one was good enough. He wanted Balix back, not some new heavy gunner. He laughed as he remembered the slight limp she walked with; an old war wound. But no, now was not the time for reminiscing; Satchmo's music had caused him to go soft for a moment. Turning to face his team, he smiled broadly. "Excellent work on our last mission guys; just a few quick words about it, and then I'll tell you about our next mission. First off, Max, please, for the love of God, no more adlibbing! You almost got us all killed, but good work in spite of that. You saved our butts, even though you got our butts in trouble. (will continue in a minute).
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				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 09:31:14</strong>
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				"Hey. it wasn't my fault. Somebody hacked my mech and dicked around with my playlist! I'm s'posed to fight to easy listenin'? Do I look like a soft ballad kinda guy ta you?"<br><br>In truth, Maximilian Engel barely looked human. His "tactics" on the battlefield over the years had resulted in numerous and extensive reconstructive and cosmetic surgeries, leading many to question just what he originally looked like. Most certainly nothing like this.<br><br>"I was tryin' ta fix the screw-up and got distracted."<br><br>Max leaned back and rested his head on a cushion of his interlaced fingers. It would have been near impossible to guess his profession by looking at him. If anything, the man looked like he should be gracing the cover of some obscure music rag, streaming obscenities while proclaiming his superiority. From his modified combat boots, sheets of metal bolted over the toes and heels, to the tall red spikes adorning his skull like the crest of some deranged rooster, Max could hardly be compared to the strictly disciplined crack troops that filled the ranks of normal military units.<br><br>But then, this was no <em>normal</em> military unit.<br><br>"Still, ya saved my ass, Leona. I owe ya one. Buy ya a drink later?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 08:01:36</strong>
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				As snow gently fell alongside mortar shells, Aren Tobak stared out his window, watching the snow fall against the orange glow of the fire from the shells. He smiled; amidst all of the chaos, he had found something beautiful. It wasn't that Inverness itself was unattractive, just that he hated to see it torn apart by this war. Turning off his beloved Louis Armstrong, he rose slowly to his feet. His steely blue eyes surveyed the war room carefully. These were his men, his proteges, his responsibility.<br><br>&nbsp;As he looked over them, his mind sent him back to that fateful battle a month ago, when a slight tactical error coupled with a suit malfunction had cost him Balix, one of his best heavy arms pilots. <br><br>He'd been poring over applications for weeks, before settling on Jalith, a veteran who was coming to their team from CT brigades. She was good, but he wanted Balix back, not some new heavy gunner. He laughed as he remembered the slight limp she walked with; an old war wound. But no, now was not the time for reminiscing; Satchmo's music had caused him to go soft for a moment. Turning to face his team, he smiled broadly. "Excellent work on our last mission guys; just a few quick words about it, and then I'll tell you about our next mission. First off, Max, please, for the love of God, no more adlibbing! You almost got us all killed, but good work in spite of that. You saved our butts, even though you got our butts in trouble."<br><br>He smiled at Max; he was his oldest friend in the corps, if something happened to him, Aren would have resigned on the spot. He brushed his sandy blonde hair away from his face and continued, turning to the young woman sitting in the chair next to his empty one. "Leona, that was exemplary work today; I'm proud of you. For a light mech like yours to do the kind of melee damage you did saving Max, well, I didn't think it was possible." His second in command, she was strikingly pretty, he thought, but he knew she was not one to be trifled with.<br><br>"Shizen, Mhegan, excellent work out there. Finding that dust storm for cover was stroke of genius Shizen, and we couldn't have done this without your drones locating the enemy fortifications Mhegan." The two newest members of his team, Aren found them to be somewhat intriguing. He didn't know much about them, and was looking forward to the chance to talk to them about life in the Shadows. <br><br>"And of course, there's Kiera, who's sharing the MVP with Leona, for finding the generator and disabling it. Those Daeners didn't know what hit 'em. Great work team. I haven't gotten our latest mission from centcom yet, but be advised that our new heavy pilot Jalith Naryen, will be arriving soon. If you see her, have her report directly to the hangar to be briefed." With that, he took his seat. "Are there any questions?"
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				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 17:03:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan nodded, giving a small smile. Finding the fortifications had been a pain. They'd been fiendishly well hidden and she'd actually passed them over once before she had noticed a man moving. That had let them get the coordinates and eventually destroy the base. <br><br>&nbsp;"All in a day's duty, sir." She replied, brushing back her hair.
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				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 17:31:02</strong>
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				Several Kilometres away, Jalith stopped her 'Mech's forward momentum just short of a hill's apex, and sighed, looking at the Map she had taped to the right side of the cockpit. "Stupid GPS. I knew it was going to give up the ghost as soon as I installed it, so why did I?"<br><br>Shaking her head slightly, she focused on the viewing port and HUD projected onto the visor of the neural rig built into her combat helmet, the rig designed to use her sense of balance to ensure that her 'Mech didn't topple over at the worst possible time. Throttling up again, She edged the heavy 'mech over the ridge, ignoring the dull scrape of dirt and rock being displaced by the multi-ton machine's underbelly rubbing the edge of the ridge's apex, and finally letting her see the base that was her destination.<br><br>Like any other military base, it was mostly angular ferracrete structures, designed to take a pounding, and not collapse, and, considering the incessant flares of light mortar impacts, it seemed like the base was tough enough to ignore anything short of a weapon of mass destruction. Pausing for her 'Mech's sensors to update themselves, she smiled as the chin-mounted Gatling, placed several feet below where her feet were opened up at the touch of her thumb on the trigger, spewing a hail of lead at a mortar crew as she continued to walk her 'Mech towards the distant invitation of a large Hangar bay on the Base's grounds.<br><br>Stopping the 'mech at the main gate to the base, she listened to the ping and patter of shrapnel bouncing off of the reinforced plating covering the 'mech, as well as the faint hiss of the coolant sinks working to keep the Ammunition lockers almost ice-cold. After a few moments, she sighed, watching a mortar shell leave a scorch mark on the three-story tall gate, so, Swiveling her 'mech around, despite the ponderous movement required, She let the Targeting system trace the trajectories of the three most aggressive Mortars, and, with a flick of her right thumb, Fired her 'mech's main gun; a Spine-mounted Howitzer nicknamed 'Long Tom' for the range, and the sheer power in each forty-kilogram shell.<br><br>The First blast was powerful enough to cause nearby windows to shake in their frames, and the parabolic arc traced the mortar's path nearly perfectly, a large mushroom of dust and fire a few seconds later telling her that the shell had hit the Mortar, and likely blew the ammunition reserve sky-high. Swiveling the targeting pip on her HUD to the other two Mortar emplacements, and hearing the Dull Thud of the autoloader reloading the cannon, She fired twice more, each shot seperated by several seconds as the mortars, for a little time, fell silent, allowing the gate to open.<br><br>Jalith simply reversed her 'mech, walking it Backwards into the base as the gate closed again, and the mortars started firing again, as she turned the cumbersome heavy towards the Hangar, cruising slowly into her 'Mech's new home.
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 21:01:01</strong>
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				Keira wasn't entirely sure <em>what</em> her mech was up to at this point. Being a firm believer in fate, and reincarnation and spiritual stuff, she had come to the overwhelming conclusion her mech had a spirit and that was a the spirit of a very very stubborn person. Tinkering with an electronic machine, let alone a machine built to kill, was not exactly a standard hobby of most. Then again, Keira was far from standard. Happy one minute, blowing a hole the size of a space cruiser the next in someones back yard. She considered herself layered, or just kind of odd, either way this wasn't a good idea.<br><br>Bad ideas to Keira were like her happiness to others. An oddity, something that just begged to be overcome. People always tried to get her to break, snap, go nuts and start throwing pans around. It never happened, a playful noogie or punch to the shoulder later and she was giggling like there was not a war going on. But her mech, she had a few other ideas. "<strong>C'mon baby, work for mommy....GAH!</strong>" Keira jolted back as a bright burst of electricity burst out from some of the wires sending a burst of numbness and fire up her wrists and into her elbows. "<strong>cheynecheyita!(Dang it)!</strong>" Keira hissed. It amazed Keira how she returned so quickly to her native language, even though she really never spoke it and didn't even have the accent most people from her ethnic background did. Like normal, her temper seemed to just disappear as she bit her lip and looked her mech up and down before walking towards it and wrapping her arms around one of the control panels half off where she was working, pressing herself against it and quickly pressing the startup button.<br><br>The mech quickly kicked to life and the cockpit lit up with activity. A bright smile on her face, Keira took a bow and gave herself a half hearted clap before closing the control panel shut and switching her mech off. It was the second time this week her wiring system shorted out, normally that could be fixed but there was no mechanic team and not exactly a lot of spare parts. Now that was not to say scavenger Keira, as her former CO's popularly dubbed her, could not find a replacement, it was amazing what destroyed enemy mechs could still hold. Now the only thing necessary was finding the time to fix up her mech. Properply. "<strong>Thank you!</strong>" Keira finally shouted as she walked across the hangar and into the barracks.<br><br>*****Later*****<br><br>Keira simply smiled up at her new CO across a little bit of the room as her name was mentioned. For Keira, combat was always a clear cut thing. She was driven, but not ...okay she was actually more crazy than driven, but she extremely driven and really can't get crazier unless she fixed a suicide nuke to her mech, though the nuke idea did some in handy. Those things were obnoxiously big and easy to see, quite scary for the other side. "<strong>Thank you sir...</strong>" Keira brightly replied, putting on a semi-true bigger than life smile as she shifted in her seat slightly. Nothing makes a fun boom more than an overpowered generator, especially the ones the enemy use. I mean, yes sure, they power a lot of stuff but if they blow, they really blow. <br><br>As for the situation now, Keira was cautious but none the less her usual happy self. It was mostly all business, except trying to avoid listening to bad singing over the comms net, or at least trying to figure out what was going on so she could join in. Never happened, she liked music without...well, that stuff. Too hostile, odd for a girl who pilots a mech with big machineguns on it, but Keira is a complicated entity. "<strong>Uhm, well..I kind of have a question.</strong>" Keira bit her lip slightly. "<strong>When are we getting that karaoke machine? I know I know I bring it up all the time, but you said you'd ask..uh..sir. And they..uh, command I mean, haven't replied!</strong>" Keira shot her hands up in the air. Suddenly she heard a loud explosion near by, and Keira bit her lip. "<strong>Um...also, I think our new friend is here...maybe SHE has the karaoke machine!</strong>" Keira smirked. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 21:15:41</strong>
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				"I've requested a karaoke machine from central command, but they haven't responded with an ETA," he said, ignoring her comment about the newest team member. 'Let her find her own way here,' he thought to himself, 'Give her the chance to earn some respect right off the bat.' <br><br>"If you guys want a karaoke machine so badly, I can try to Jerry-rig one from Gareth's sound systems, but I can't promise anything. Should we make it a rule that Max's death metal isn't allowed on the karaoke?" He laughed, grinning broadly at his old friend.
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				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 03:42:55</strong>
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				Entering the spacious Hangar, Jalith paused for a long moment, letting her Mech's sensor suite scan the inert machines until she settled on an empty maintenance bay which she walked her multi-ton machine over to, then, with practiced ease, she neatly reversed the Massive 'Quad into the bay with mere feet on either side as she began the shutdown routine, first disengaging the weapon arming circuits, which shut down all three weapons, and opened up their respective ammunition bays.<br><br>The Long Tom Cannon, as part of the shutdown process, Slid backwards on its track, which lowered the barrel until it rested on the apex of the 'Mech's 'head', while its much smaller counterpart, the rotary AT cannon mounted on the Mech's right shoulder Slid forwards a foot, lining up its five barrels with the edge of the foot-thick transparent composites that made up the 'viewscreen' of the Mech's cockpit. Finally, the Gatling mounted under the 'Mech's chin shut down entirely, drooping and pointing towards the ground.<br><br>The engine shut down with a faint whine of capacitor energy dissipating, while the hydraulics that powered each leg locked themselves in place, letting the 'Mech's belly rest several feet off of the ground. Finally, inside the Cockpit, Jalith pulled off her neural feedback helmet, which popped the cockpit seal, a small hydraulic piston pulling the only entryway open. Unbuckling herself and climbing out, she stood on the upper carapace of the angular 'mech, then hopped down to the ground five feet below.<br><br>Mud and slush clung to the claw-shaped 'toes' on each foot, but, for the most part, the black-painted 'Mech looked like nothing more than a giant, Hunkered-down scorpion, only one with a Snarling Shark-toothed Smile Painted on the angles of the Cockpit.<br><br>Clad in a light coverall, normally used by Technicans, Jalith ran her fingers through her hair, straightening it out, then walked along the length of the Hangar, looking at each 'Mech as she passed them. Physically, hers was the largest, and likely the heaviest as she paused and looked at the sleek lines of a much Smaller 'Quad, much more canine-like in appearance and with more rounded curves upon the smaller 'mech's frame.<br><br>Walking to the elevator, Jalith pushed the button, and waited only long enough for the elevator to arrive, before slipping into the small chamber and letting it rise to the Administration level. Then, all she had to do was follow the faint voices until she found the conference room. Standing at the door, she saw several shadows and heard someone inside complain about.... Karaoke? Shrugging slightly, she knocked twice, then opened the door, slipping inside.
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				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 16:58:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan kicked back in her chair. Karaoke.. pfft. As if they needed something like that. Drunkards singing badly. "I do not see the need for it, but if&nbsp; you can promise that the.. noise, would remain in the rec room, I'm sure we can make something like one out of the spare comm parts around here. Just use a mic, entertainment system and a dubbing system from a vid screen. Simple enough in theory, harder in practice."<br><br>&nbsp;She looked up when the woman entered. Checking out the newest member of the Odd Squad.
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 21:03:10</strong>
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				Rising, Aren walked over to the young woman, extending a hand to her. <br><br>"You must be Jalith. I'm captain Aren Tobak, commander of the 1st mech squadron. Welcome to the team. Your file says you're one of the best heavy mech pilots in the Midlothlian army; you'd better be the best. It also says you're one hell of a mechanic; that's good, because we expect you to repair and mod your own mechs in this unit. I'll let the rest of the team introduce themselves to you." Although he made an effort to be cordial, he knew it would take time to grow accustomed to the new face around the base. He could feel the grief over Balix welling up, if he had just checked the monitors, he would've known she was in trouble. He should have done something, should have tried to save her.<br><br>Aren returned to his seat, blue eyes shining. As the team rose to greet their new member, a flashing light from a com panel down the hall caught his eye. Rising from his chair, he quietly took his leave. In his quarters, he punched buttons on the keyboard on his desk, revealing a screen emblazoned with the Midlothlian army's logo. Continuing to type, he glanced up as the general's face appeared on the screen. <br><br>"Captain Tobak, I have a new mission for the Shadows," he said briskly, "I'm sending you the specs. I understand that your new heavy pilot arrived today, correct? How is she?"<br><br>"Alive," Aren said, absentmindedly, as he pulled up the specs , scanning them as he spoke. "She's here, and being introduced to the team as we speak."<br><br>"Aren, give her a shot; she's a damn good pilot, and she'll fit in with the oddballs you've already got. Look, if she doesn't fit, send her back to CT, and pick someone new."<br><br>"Right," Aren said stiffly. He had memorized the assignment; and he wasn't pleased by it. "Tobak out, sir." Shutting off the monitor, he sat in silence, pondering attack strategies. He leaned forward, and punched a key on the board; at once, jazz filled the small room, and he closed his eyes. What he needed now, was some time to relax.
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				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 21:44:17</strong>
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				Jalith accepted the handshake, then nodded slightly, her lips quirking into a slight smile for only a moment. "Captain. Heard that you and yours took out a forward base the other day."<br><br>Looking at the others, she moved to an empty seat and spun the chair around, straddling it and leaning against the chair back. Allowing the other members of the room to introduce themselves to her. She paused, smiling absently at a comment she half-heard as she watched the Captain leave the room, looking like someone had dumped a tube of napalm Wasabi onto his lunch when he wasn't looking.<br><br>Refocusing her attention on her teammates, she chuckled slightly at a joke, then sighed inwardly, wondering what she had done to get assigned to the group in the first place. After several minutes, she got up, politely excusing herself, and left the room, walking down the Hallway and looking at the doors on each side, until she found the Captain's office. After a moment, she knocked on the door, then opened it, entering the small office.
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				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 19:05:23</strong>
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				Shizen had also stumbled across a pure stroke of luck with the weather reports for the region and even then she was reading a study book for meteorology. "Nah, not much of a call..." she says, trying to pass it off as it is, just something that happened which she noticed they could stumble apart. Once they started talking about karaoke she quickly stood up from her leaning post and began to head over to her mech. Even with the stealth generator the lack of plating on her fully customized mech caused alot of the sand to stick to the plates underneath, especially when the generator is running because of something about electronic attraction between particles and larger bodies of mass.<br><br>"I'm voting that his music should be allowed," she calls out, only disliking a few genre's and Max's taste was far from incompatable to hers. The recruit seemed to look like a technician, but then again Shizen looked like she was just a late teen who shouldn't have graduated through the academy. She brushes a pair of green and black locks of her hair from her face before opening up her smaller mech and slipping in, resting on the seat while bringing up her stored studies which she uses if she remembers something and needs reference <em>outside</em> of combat. "Welcome to the group, I'm Shizen as well as the reconnoiter for the Shadow Operations. This is 'Hound', you'll probably not see him much on the battlefeild but just so you know: he's there."
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 19:32:12</strong>
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				Sighing, he spun in his chair to face the door. "Enter!" he called out. "Jalith, what brings you to my quarters?" he said, slightly puzzled. 'She's new,' he thought to himself, 'she's not inferior, don't be a jerk.'<br><br>"Is there anything I can do for you? You look concerned." He noted her figure; she was quite attractive, in her own way. She was certainly fit, and the muscle tone of her hands told him that she was an adept mechanic, who had spent many hours rebuilding her classic mech. He thought back to his own time working on Gareth, customizing his operating systems, building and rebuilding his armor, scaring Max with the horn he installed for just that purpose. Chuckling quietly he returned to the young woman standing before him. Gesturing to a recliner to her left he smiled. "Have a seat, and tell me what's on your mind."
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				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 19:47:33</strong>
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				Jalith smiled slightly, taking the offered Seat. "Aren, I would like to know why you chose me to transfer to this unit."<br><br>She paused for a moment, then shrugged. "Also, it seems to me that the only people at this base are the members of the unit, as well. What happened to the Support staff, like guards, and techs? Seems to me that this entire unit is being hung out to dry by command, with orders to hit the toughest strongpoints in the enemy line."<br><br>She paused again, then smiled. "Finally... I know you don't like my being here. I'm a replacement for someone you lost, and an unknown quality. I don't begrudge you that, as I've been in the same position before. However, I hope you'll treat me as you would anyone else under your command, despite the circumstances that brought me here."
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 20:44:47</strong>
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				He nodded as she spoke, chuckling. "Well, you certainly have a lot on your mind. First, we are an elite unit of mech pilots, the best of the best in the Midlothlian army. We were in need of a new heavy pilot, and your file shows you are by far the most talented heavy pilot in the fleet. While we may not look like your usual unit, we are the best. And since you are the best, you were a logical choice to take Balix's place." He smiled at her, a genuine smile this time, hoping to help her feel at ease. <br><br>"As for support staff, we felt it was unnecessary to have them. We were provided mechanics, guards and the like when the unit was formed, but found that they merely aggravated the pilots and got in the way, so they were transferred to units where they would do more good. Our pilots are very picky about their mechs, and who works on them, so any pilot in the Shadows is expected to work on their on mech. As for guards, we don't need them; the Daeners wouldn't be stupid enough to attempt any kind of attack on our base."<br><br>At the mention of Balix, Aren's eyes grew cold. "You can't know what it's like to be the cause of your teammate's demise," he said quietly, "It was my fault, I made a mistake, sent her into the line of fire when her mech was having issues. If I'd been paying attention..." He looked away, eyes closed. "I'm sorry for my hostility earlier. You will be treated as anyone else in the unit, I assure you." Running a hand through his sandy blonde hair, he looked up at her. "Is there anything else, Jalith?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 21:07:59</strong>
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				She paused, then nodded. "Why not give me a tour of the Facilities? At the least it'll distract you, and if you're so inclined, I could use a hand scrounging up a new GPS for my Machine."<br><br>She stood, walking to the door. "Oh, one other thing. You might want to ask yourself if Balix would want you blaming yourself all the time. I'll be in the Hangar."<br><br>Slipping outside, she walked down the hall to the elevator, heading for the 'Mech bay, and leaving Aren to his thoughts and memories.
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				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 21:15:16</strong>
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				Shizen was in the hangar since she always hated needing to transport her smaller mech from one area to the next on missions. That and if they were attacked she would at least be able to get out and possibly pull a distraction or two for the rest of her team to get to their mechs. She lifts her head at the sound of the elevator opening and with her eyes from the text on her screen shifting to the new recruit and giving a small wave. "Hey, you up for a simulation? I need to test out some new data that I've uncovered on my mech," she calls over and stands up from the opened cockpit, showing that the mech is about four or five times her size, yet definately smaller than the rest of the team.
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 21:17:47</strong>
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				He nodded, rising from his chair, and punched a button on his computer, turning the music off. "You're right," he said quietly, "Now how about that tour?" He walked briskly behind her, reaching the elevator at the same time she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 21:28:24</strong>
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				Jal leaned against the Wall of the Elevator as Aren slipped into the small chamber, which had already had the button for the Hangar lit. "Well, Let's start with the ground floor, right?"<br><br>As the elevator opened up into the cool Hangar, She waved at Shizen, then walked over to the 'mech that Shi was working on. "Sorry, my 'mech isn't equipped for sims. About the only thing I can do is use paint loads, instead of Explosives, and, even then, the risk for damage is pretty high."<br><br>Looking at the 'mech, Jal found several handholds and climbed up the side using the chinks in armour plate and weapon mounts until she was perched on the 'Mech's shoulder, balancing carefully. "Nice Machine. So, what's the new data? I might be able to offer an idea or two."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 21:36:19</strong>
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				Aren laughed at this; he almost doubled over he was laughing so hard. <br><br>"Jal, do you have a computer terminal? If so, just plug this cord into the jack on the back of the terminal. You'll be able to use any sim that Shiz has concocted." Leaning close to her, he whispered, voice still fighting the urge to keep laughing. "Shiz is our mad scientist; she loves concocting new sims and programs to run in her down time."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 21:39:52</strong>
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				Jal shook her head, smiling slightly. "Sorry; Don't have a personal comp, It kinda... blew up a month ago, and my 'Mech has only integrated subsystems, and a T&amp;T unit, nothing else. However.... Why don't you and Shiz show me on your own comps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 21:44:12</strong>
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				"Would you like for Shiz and Keira to take a look at it for you? They might be able to help you make some improvements. And Shiz is welcome to show you on her's; mine was acting up during our last mission, I've got to work on it before we set out on the next one." He smiled, walking back towards the elevator. <br><br>"I'll let you two play for a bit," he called back, laughing, "Come find me when you're finished and we'll continue the tour. I'll be in my hangar; passcode 2351." With that, the elevator doors closed, along with his eyelids.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:40:36</strong>
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				Shizen smiled and then turned her head to look at the screen. "Actually, all of my sims are from previous battles and different profiles I've put together from other pilots," she says and rubs her upper arm a little nervously, being called something close to intelligent did that sort of thing to her. "I'm not fully sure on how to make a completely unique fighter yet, so I'm just stuck with this for now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:17:20</strong>
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				Jal smiled slightly, leaning over Shiz's shoulder to look at the screen. She smiled, when she saw half a dozen names she recognized. "So... you plug your 'mech's specs into these scenarios, to see how it would do? That is.... extremely ingenious." She paused, looking into the cockpit of Shin's mech. "Y'know, you could probably use your library of scenarios as a training system for the entire military."<br><br>After a moment, to let the compliment seep into Shiz's mind, she pointed at her 'mech. "So, want to talk a look at my own beastie?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 02:42:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;After the meeting was over, Mhegan wandered back down to the hanger where the mech where kept. She glanced at the new woman as she passed. Flipping them a casual wave. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;She greeted her mech, patting it's moly molecularly bonded hull fondly. "How are you doing, Spyder. Spyder!" She snapped, addressing the machine directly. "Pop the drone hatch. Time for a maintinance scan. I didn't like the feedback on #4. The video feed must be danaged."<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Yes. Drone bay door opening. Maintinance cycle initiated. Time to finish, 6 minutes, 20.618 seconds. </strong> The AI replied in a mechanical voice.<br><br>&nbsp;"Fuck that. Gimmie a manual scan. The damned diagnostics didn't catch anything. Pop that puppy and let's see the insides. I'm going to find the problem or I'm scrapping this drone. Made my eyes itch last time." Mhegan grumbled, climbing up the side of the mech to peer into a long narrow bay that opened in the top. <br><br>&nbsp;She was busy for several minutes before a sudden spate of cursing erupted from drone bay. The dark woman popped back out and leaning far over the edge of the mech, waved at Shizen. <br>&nbsp;"Hey! Shizen, do you remember if we got anymore Etch240 video cameras and feed lines? My drone's got a problem in it. The lines and camera are suffering from weather damage."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 18:31:14</strong>
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				Max is pleasant enough during the introductions, the newcomer's pretty cute, after all. He hangs around for a few minutes until people start filing out, then he makes an exit of his own. At first he heads toward the hangar, but he detours once it becomes clear that the hangar is soon to become overpopulated. Eventually he finds a more secluded corridor and takes the opportunity to sag against the wall and sink to the floor with a grunt.<br><br>"Damn mech's gonna kill me one o' these days."<br><br>He procures a small bottle from one of his many pants pockets and twists off the eyedropper cap, squeezing a couple drops in each eye before shutting it tightly and secreting it away. Max sits thus with his head against the wall for several minutes before finally forcing himself to his feet and shuffling to his room, where he collapses on his cot without even removing his boots.<br><br>"Hey, boss?" Max speaks, keying on his comm. "I'll, ah, get to repairin' the monster when I wake up. Ya know where I'll be if ya need me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:32:28</strong>
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				His comm link beeping, Aren pulled it out of his pocket. "Copy that Max, get some sleep; you were more off than usual in the meeting today. Tobak out." Laughing, he closed the small device and walked into the hangar. There stood Gareth, bathed in the bright light of a mech hangar. <br><br>"Good afternoon, Aren," A voice said, "How are you?"<br><br>"I'm good Yvette," he said, smiling "Give me a little bit of music; I've got to get Gareth into his heavy armor, and put the big guns on." He laughed as his computer chose Frank Sinatra, the dulcet tones filling the large room. Pulling goggles on over his eyes, Aren picked up the large wrench at his feet. "Time for a makeover, old friend." He got to work, and soon the clanking and banging, coupled with the music and Aren's singing drowned out the quiet sound of the lift doors opening, and footsteps coming towards him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:40:03</strong>
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				Shizen blushed bright red at the thought of being able to run scenarios for an entire military, her eyes definately sparkling before she is called over by one of her friends. "I'll take a look after I help her out," she says and jumps down from her pilot, the hatch closing before the shape of the mech dissolves to match the surrounding plates of metal nearby. "Don't worry, it's just like that so the charger is filled with fresh fuel," she smiles and gives a small wave to the newcomer, though jogging over to one of the crates and lifting up one of the tops, waving back. "No, though the Etch913's in here can be easily transfferred with a few shavings and a super-heated coating of metal. Though first you should open up all hatches and invert your mech during high velocity winds, the sand is probably the only problem you have right now."<br><br>Shizen pulls one of the gurneys over to the crate and pulls on the side, moving the heavy material and crate a little faster than usual since she did everything for her mech by hand and a few lifts here and there. "I mean, hang Spider by the legs somehow and have all of the hatches opened outside or in the wind tunnel..." she says as her blush didn't remove itself from her cheaks. Once the gurney was pulled all the way over and at least into the reach of her mech, she taps on the lock pad and the crate opens up to hold up the visual aid device. "Try that first though, I realy don't feel like making an explosive on accident."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 03:13:51</strong>
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				Jal chuckled to herself for a moment, Climbing back down to the ground as Shiz's 'mech camoflauged itself, then walked over to her hulking monstrosity, the Massive Quad looming in the shadows like a giant, malevolent spider. Doing a slow walkabout, she paused, then, remembering the comment about sandy areas she had overheard, she carefully rotated the gearing assembly of the six-barrel gatling at the 'Mech's chin, checking to make sure there was no grit in between the teeth of the gears.<br><br>Frowning, she wondered if she could get a canvas shroud to cover the gearing unit, then climbed onto the Carapace of the heavy 'Mech, walking along the angled plating that covered the Ammunition reserves and engine. Checking the Breechloader of the Massive cannon, She pulled a chunk of shrapnel out of the feed line, tossing the twisted bit of steel&nbsp; onto the floor, then examined the feed line for any kinks or damage that would prevent the Forty-Kilo Shells from reaching the cannon. Finding nothing untoward, she moved back towards the cockpit, stopping at the rotary AT gun and checking both the rotor that allowed the barrels to spin at a relatively low speed, as well as the ammunition carousel system that basically acted like oversized revolver-type 'speedloaders'.<br><br>Finding no issues with the least-used weapon in the Mech's repertoire that had a load of ammo in it, Jal climbed into the cockpit, and settled in the command couch, reaching under the map taped to the right side of the armour plate, and, grabbing hold of the GPS unit, she pulled, removing the unit with only the application of strength and a bit of persistence, before she tossed the malfunctioning piece of electronics out of her 'mech.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 05:01:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Mmmnnggg.. maybe. I think hanging this thing upside down would be a bit much. I'm vacum and clean the drone bay. you're probably right about the grit. The dust being blown around is like talcum powder. It filters into everything. That reminds me.. Syder! Gimmie a check on the manitinace log on the filters for the pilot and engines. With this crap being blown around, they should be checked." Mhegan held onto a stanchion as she leaned far over to grab the vid modual being held up by Shizen. <br><br>&nbsp;"Etch913? Craaap. I swear if they where not helping fund this machine, I'd pitch the entire line. Fine. Gimmie the thing." She took it, peering at it closely. "Mmm.. I'll need to shave the sides .00025 mm. The 913's were always fat ones."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 20:50:01</strong>
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				"They're not fat, it's just that their power and capability is too massive to hold themselves in such a small size," Shizen jokes, partially reffering to how the entire squad has rather large mechs and hers could be stripped and used as a body suit if she felt like dismantling her hound. "Tools that you need are in the bag, and the welder's patch is so it won't jiggle around like it usually does when you talk over the radio," she calls up before heading to her mech, tapping on the side to make it reapear before opening it up and returning to her studies. If anything her time spent at the base has been just like the academy, sitting in her mech and trying to find every possible thing about it to make sure she knows what it can and cannot do. "System... 45... 241," she says to herself while putting in the numbers, reading them off from the manual before her mech closes it's hatch and then the head separates into four sections, each with it's small sphere near the middle which looks like a strange set of eyes. The screen she is looking at changes to an invert in colors before she hits the switch button, getting thermal signatures, then electronic, and then motion sensing. "Ooooh," she says to herself, which can't be heard from the outside though slightly over the radio. "I need someone to help with some training on one of the sensors I have. Simulations won't be accurate enough so a feild sparring test would be rewarded with a favor, if need be," she speaks over the radio before popping the hatch again, poking her head out. "Oh, the radio frequency we use is Beta Gamma Tango when we're not in the feild."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 22:21:14</strong>
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				Jal chuckled, keying a radio toggle to talk to Shiz, though slightly irritated with herself for not turning off the radio in the first place as she folded the map in the cockpit, letting it crumple itself so it was only a few inches square. "Sure, I can do some sensor training; Just don't expect to appreciate any weapon excercises. I'll use paint loads."<br><br>She chuckled, picking up her neural helmet and settling it on her head, which initiated the automatic subroutines to seal the hatches, arm the weapons and set them to manual control, then start the massive engine in the core of the 'mech, the heat sinks mounted along the flanks radiating the trickle of heat as the 'Mech warmed up, slowly flexing its body up and down before Jal walked it forwards onto the travel path. Toggling her radio, she spoke again. "I'll follow you out, Shiz, I'm not too familiar with the area yet, so play nice, okay?" She chuckled before toggling her 'Mech's ammo bins to 'training' which caused the feed lines to shift from Live-fire bins, to training ammunition.<br><br><em>It was a bit of a waste of space</em>, Jal Mused, <em>having half of one's ammunition reserve taken up by training tools, but at the same time, it could be very valuable just learning about one another's capabilities</em>. She then chuckled to herself, tapping a digital readout of her 'mech's readiness to test the artillery stanchions before leaving the hangar. Almost instantly, the flared pauldrons covering the 'Mech's knees moved outwards and down, splaying apart to act as anchors for the 'Mech's main cannon, then, once they touched the ferracrete floor, they lifted back into position, the super-heavy hydraulics hissing silently. She then re-toggled her radio again. "Anytime you're ready."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 16:43:28</strong>
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				"Thanks, and I'm alright as long as you're not shooting at me with live shells," she says and rubs the back of her head before closing out her study windows and then activating her mech's motors and engine before the back of the calves fall backwards and flip slightly to show a large tire on each end, skimming her over the metal and then out the door. "I'm going to try the different sensors depending on what you're doing," Shizen says through the radio before putting her visor on her ears, the holographic lense blocking her sight for a few seconds and then allowing her to see just as if she was outside of the mech, actually as if she <em>was</em> the mech.<br><br>"Sensory input 12," she calls through the radio, the visor turning to hues of green and blue with small specks of red and yellow here and there because of the different animals nearby. She turns her head to see the mech behind her and noticing that the engine's casing as well as the motors are at a yellow green for now. She presses a button on the side of the visor before her voice is on Jal's radio. "Ever had some heat sponge treatment to your mech?" she asks before loading her small ammunition ports with the paint specs she actually uses more in the feild. Afterall, it's a realy easy way to block half of the sensors in the world, while the others can be decieved with a less than difficult set of manuevers.<br><br>"I like sparring over by the river, since it has enough changes of geography that it keeps you on your toes," she calls over the radio again, giving a reflexive wink to the visor since it's also where she can be easily found if anyone knew where to look. Afterall, she <em>is</em> rather feral by nature which can be seen during combat, that as well as her inability to keep information at hand for too long reminded her of such. "Unless you have some moisture dampeners and a waterproof mech, you also might want to stay away from the beds on either side of the river, they tend to be somewhat of catch-sinks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:34:53</strong>
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				As Aren worked, the music cut off suddenly, replaced by an alarm siren. <br><br>"What the- OWOWOW!!" he shouted, hitting his head on the low hanging joint guad on his mech's leg. "Yvette, status report!" <br><br>"Enemy mechs, approaching southeast perimeter. Pilots Shizen and Jalith in vicinity running training maneuvers. Probability of survival with no intervention 25%." Sprinting to the tool cabinet, Aren grabbed his comlink.<br><br>"All pilots, we have a code blue; repeat we have a code blue, enemy mechs approaching from the south. Shiz and the newbie are out running a training exercise in the vicinity, but they're gonna need some help. I'm inputting the coordinates best suited for intervention into your nav systems. Repeat, all pilots report to coordinates, must aid Shiz and the newbie." Sprinting back to his mech, he leaped in the open cockpit. <br><br>"Yvette, give me the swords, and the magnum," he said, as the cockpit closed with a hiss. "Hangar doors, open; jets engage." The engines sprang to life with a roar, and Aren punched the pushed the throttle, shooting out of the hangar. <br><br>"Shiz you there?" he said, blue eyes turning a steely grey, "Be advised, large number of enemy heavy mechs approaching your position. You should take cover; Jal, give him some cover fire, we're on our way." <br><br>'Please, please don't let me be too late,' he thought, mind flashing back to the battle where Balix was lost. He had realized the tactical error he had made instantly, but was too late to save her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:44:22</strong>
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				Shizen noticed that her visor went translucent as the screen popped up with a message from Aren. "Crap!" she yells out and quickly loads the live ammunition into her side-arm semi-auto ballistic. "Jal, get to the waterfall, there's a cave that can hide your mech while I distract the frontline. When they come through fire at will when you spot the largest or most troublesome mech," she calls through the radio to her sparring partner, sending her an encoded message for the in-battle station that she had to memorize since there were too many to just read through casually. "Hound prepped for combat, beginning stealth manuever 7 Alpha."<br><br>With that her mech dissolves into the foliage before she pilots it into the water, switching to electronic sensors since visual would be ineffective as well as thermal and movement due to the cold water. That and the pain would be washed away quickly from the turmoil behind one of the riverbed's turns or boulders. "Shortblades ready, barbed Pitons active, run pre-battle diagnostics," she calls through to her mech, getting an 'Affirmitive' on her screen before reds greens and blues are shown on the screen. <em>Damn, there's a paint jam in the gun,</em> she thinks to herself, but then gets an idea for it. <em>Wait, paint jam in the gun...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 18:09:11</strong>
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				Jal smiled slightly, then responded to Shiz as she walked the Heavy Quad out of the Hangar, following a few hundred metres behind Shiz's much smaller 'mech. Listening to the comment about heat Sponging, she chuckled again, then shook her head slightly. "Nah. It wouldn't matter anyhow, because the guns put out enough heat when firing to make thing thing a beacon on IR scans. This thing is designed to hit things, not be sneaky."<br><br>A few moments later, after listening to the information about the locale, she toggled her radio again. "Not entirely waterproof, but that's something I plan to change at some time in the future."<br><br>Carefully edging her 'mech around a particularly large building, she frowned, then tapped her sensor screen. "Shiz, are you picking up some Magnetic Anomalies on the far side of the River?" A few moments later, Aren's voice came over the commlink, followed by Jal swearing, hitting a toggle to re-arm her weapons with live Ammo, and, reaching over to hit a switch on the left side of the cockpit, she set a frequency scanner to search for signals in the direction of the Anomalies her sensors had picked up.<br><br>Five Seconds later, the Long Tom Cannon Roared, the blast causing the 'Mech to lurch back in recoil, followed by the Shell Impacting High on an Advancing 'mech's right arm, the force of the impact and the explosive payload ripping the limb off and shredding armour like it was made of tissue paper. Silently, Jal watched as the 'mech she had hit staggered, then began to retreat, while its compatriots advanced, spreading out to avoid being easy targets for the Artillery aimed at them. "C'mon guys, I won't kill you if you run away... yet."<br><br>Advancing her 'mech towards the River, She began side-stepping the squat machine towards the Waterfall, ignoring the ringing impact of a light cannon bouncing off the angled armour of her 'mech's carapace. Toggling her radio, she spoke again. "Taking fire; Light AT rounds. They're advancing in a skirmish line." Punctuating her comment, she fired her main cannon again, the shell landing short and exploding a few metres from a light-looking 'Mech, which suddenly found itself without a right leg from the knee down. "C'mon guys; I only have so much ammo."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 18:27:14</strong>
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				"Narrow their sides," Shizen calls through the radio, her combat prowess kicking in before she skims forward and to the left, her mech moving much faster than the army coming after them since hers has less ammunition and can manage combat on more than just fire power. "Watch for the blue gleam and don't shoot torwards it," she calls again, rolling horizontally to kick up some dust for a distraction since her small plume brought about some light ammunition her direction, enough time for her ally to station down and use a larger cannon if able. "Also, don't get lost in the caves, and make sure your map is properly updated as you move."<br><br>Shizen quickly dispatches the skimmers back to their benign state before running, knowing that the motors in her legs make alot less friction than her skimmers on the ground. With the toggle of electronics off and visual+IR placed over eachother, she flips out her manditory ballistic weaponry and sprays a short burst of paint covered rounds into an enemy unfortunate enough to look in her direction while she ran by. "Contact!" she yells before the four eyes split apart and gleam as her visor shuts down and she views the screens in her mech, one of them switching between two of the visuals while the last is the detector. "It seems like Light infantry accompanied by three larger models. Sattallite shows that the three larger are currently escorting in a Triad grouping, which means that either they're using a large weapon or the mecha in question are the main attack force." Shizen beems through the radio, spamming the group with a couple of pictures she managed to get from the orbit. "Once opened Hound will move to infiltrate and gather more intel while the forces attack. Permission Sir?" she asks her commander, knowing that if she didn't ask then she would get scolded like she did the first mission they were on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 18:52:03</strong>
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				Jal just shrugged, her ammo counter dropping by one more and sending another arm flying backwards, this time with an attached autocannon spinning lazily through the air as the Mech that took the shot staggered, then retreated back towards the slow-moving clump in the distance.<br><br>Shifting her aim, Jal felt the front left leg shake as several shells smacked into it, the detonations cracking armour plate and spitting shrapnel about as she responded with her rotary AT gun, Five shells speeding downrange and hammering the 'mech that had shot at her, four of the shots hitting the same location in the torso and opening up the 'mech's inner workings, while the fifth skipped off of the mech's elbow, crushing armour plate and freezing the joint for a moment.<br><br>"West flank is rolled up. East flank is extending. Running at Thirty percent ammo reserve. Hurry up, already."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 19:31:42</strong>
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				"Permission granted; do you have any kind of weapons that could aid Jalith?" Aren spoke quickly, and pressed the gas more strongly than he had been, accelerating to a speed he rarely traveled at. "I'm about 2 minutes from your location. Switching to combat controls." Eyes never leaving the screen, Aren typed commands into his keyboard, which vanished, replaced by toggles and joysticks. Pushing a button, the frantic sounds of Miles Davis filled the cockpit. "Max, Mhegan, Leona, status report," he said, drawing his mech's magnum weapon. <br><br>"Party time," he said with a smile, eyes narrowing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 19:57:34</strong>
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				"None to that range sir," She calls through, putting her hand on the handle before her seat folds up behind her as she is now in full form of her mech. "Jal, retreat to the caves and stay to your right. It should lead you up to a tunnel which comes out just under the top of the waterfall. Fire blind where you see the largest signatures but make sure to pace yourself," Shizen gives her ally an option to also conserve her ammunition. With permission granted, she launches one of her pitons into the shoulder of a passing infantry unit, bringing it closer before stabbing the short blade through the mech's communication system to keep the radio for that one silent.<br><br>"I'll be up there in a few minutes, just need to do some recon," her voice breaks into Jal's mech before a small happy face pops onto her screen to show that it was her talking. "If you make it up there before I do, would you mind covering my flanks?" Shizen asks before the piton fully recoils and pulls back onto her mech, already moving in an arch and to the side of the larger unit, noting that on her screen to the left that the energy for her camoflauge engine has been dying down. "Disengage cloak," she orders the computer, slashing the sensory unit for another mech she came across, keeping her movements silent but making it appear as if the units were just pausing for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 20:27:19</strong>
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				Jal smirked slightly, firing the massive cannon again for good measure, which missed, but staggered the trio of heavies in the main formation, the blast of the shell impacting only a few feet away from the lead heavy savaging its armour. Her frequency scanner finally found the enemy frequency, and, with a few taps of her left hand, their communication lines suddenly found themselves filled with 'Rastabilly Skank', also known as the only music known to cause Irritable bowel syndrome.<br><br>Tuning the music so she didn't have to hear it, Jal concentrated on aiming, then chuckled as the effect of the music made itself noticeable via the actions of the enemy forces. A moment later, she noticed one of her earlier targets trying to get up, despite having lost most of a leg, but a five-round volley from her AT gun crushed the 'mech's cockpit, causing it to flop downwards, almost bonelessly. "One kill, three wounded."<br><br>Jal's heavy mech trundled into the caves, its sheer size causing it to scrape the walls on more than one occasion as she followed Shi's map, finally coming out just where she said it would. "I'm going to have a hell of a time coming back down; that path was tiny." Advancing forwards to the edge of the natural platform, she laid her main gun nearly flat, the barrel jutting out beyond the waterfall. "Blindfiring now; watch your flank."<br><br>Ten seconds later, Two Shells landed right in the middle of the cluster of three heavies, detonating almost simultaneously, and shattering armour plate like it was cheap plastics. "Five shots left for the main."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:32:48</strong>
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				As they fired on the enemy mechs, Gareth burst around the corner, gun blazing. "Did someone call for some backup?" he said, laughing. He finished off the smaller tanks with ease, before drawing his sword and assuming a defensive position. "Status report Jal, Shiz. Everything ok?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:56:43</strong>
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				Jal frowned, looking at her readouts as she fired a stream of bullets from her mech's chin-mounted gatling. "Low on ammo, Minor weapon penetrations on left front leg and shoulder. Otherwise okay. Five shots for main gun; and a spotter would be nice. Sensors are not liking the iron content in the rock here."<br><br>She frowned, backing the Quad up several metres as she came under fire, several heavy shells pounding a row of craters across the heavy 'mech's front, one shell skipping off of the glacis plate under the viewscreen and causing Jal's teeth to click together as her head rang from the impact. "Correction; taking heavy fire, including a cockpit hit. Falling back for a few moments."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 00:43:49</strong>
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				(((OOC: God damn you guys move quick)))<br><br>Keira strolled aimlessly back from the barracks area to the mech hangers, not really going anywheres in particular, but just walking for the sake of walking. She figured she would go snoop around outside the nearest enemy firebase, maybe fire a salvo from her rocket pods to kill off some ammo or fuel supplies. That was the perk of being in a more lax unit, and also of having a stealthier mech than most. Of course stealth came at a price. Where other mechs could survive head on missile strikes, Keira depended heavily on avoiding enemy fire or dealing with it directly. High explosive chaingun ammo could make quick work of her and her mech if she allowed it to. And it took a single missile to put her mech out of commission, two to put her out of commission with it. It could tip over at the worst of times but as she entered the mech bay, walking right past the rest of the squad, she forgot about all of that as the lean black mech came into view. "<strong>Delta!(The nickname she reprogrammed her AI to respond to) Activate primary unit.</strong>"<br><br>The mech stirred slightly and Keira tapped her foot near the bottom of the mech. Suddenly it burst to life, the legs extending straight and then quickly collapsing back down into a squat. Keira nodded in satisfaction and quickly hopped in, plugging herself in as her vision of darkness was replaced by a lightly blued view of the front of her mech. All the systems came online quickly and soon her mech was bustling with life. "<strong>'Atta girl....boy..err...</strong>" Keira bit her lip, realising she never assigned a gender to her mech. <br><br>Keira slowly began to move the mech towards the hangar door before the squad leaders voice echoed into her ears. She listened quietly for a second before her screen popped up with a 3D holographical map in her left field of vision. She studied it as it laid out her location and the location of stranded teammates. Keira quickly kicked her light mech into gear and burst out of the hangar at full speed, coming to a sliding halt just near the gates. Keira piloted the mech uneasily over steep terrain as she slipped off into the left flank of the enemy forces. After several minutes, Keira finally stumbled across a series of long range rocket mechs lining up for attack. She squinted and quickly activated the cloaking stealth mechanism. After a few seconds, the main engine shut off and the auxillary engine kicked to quiet life and a small circle appear in her lower right vision, indicating the stealth systems were online.<br><br>Keira piloted her mech down a river slide and across a dried riverbed where the enemy mechs were. She was only a few hundred feet from them when she turned on active tracking. Immediately several of the mechs fired large fires and small round counter-measures as they detected a tracking radar. Keira positioned her mech so it wouldn 't fall over and locked on to several targets. Her miniguns immediately began to open fire, spewing hot lead towards the motionless mechs as her rocket pods jumped to life and erupted with smoke and the eerie sound of rockets moving through the air(Picture an MLRS battery).<br><br>The rockets smacked into the mechs at high speed. They fired back, and the counter-measures on Keira's mech immediately burst into action firing hot plasma up at the rockets before they could even obtain a curve in flight. The enemy mechs exploded with a tremendous explosion as steel and parts from weapons flew off in every direction. "<strong>Boss, this is Stokes, I took out several rocket mechs near the riverbed and also what looks like a command and control mech. I'm going to circle around and watch out for enemy reinforcements moving on your location. Stokes out.</strong>" Keira said into her radio as she disengaged the rockets and active targeting, moving her mech quickly past the burning ruins of the enemy mechs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 05:34:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;(( Yeah, fights are fast moving..))<br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan had the drone open and was busily shaving the new video link when the alarm howled. Jumping as if jabbed by a pin, she swore, scrambling to secure the tools and drone. "Spyder! Ready the systems. Prep drones 1, 2, 3. Leave 4 offline, secure defective. I want #1 in the air as soon as we clear the&nbsp; hanger door." <br><br>&nbsp;Moving as quickly as she could, Mhegan swarmed all over her mech, shoving the tools she'd taken out off to clatter on the floor. Electrinic tools were set down with haste to the side. The large (to her) machine quivered as the AI started the systems and engine. Warming everything for&nbsp; readiness as soon as the pilot strapped herself in and was ready to go. <br><br>&nbsp;By the time she had everything buttoned up, everyone else was outside. Mhegan snapped the last strap tight, securing herself to the seat. She pulled the light hemlet on, settling the nueral contacts at her temples. A moment of disorientation washed over her than was gone.&nbsp; Now Mhegan saw what the mech saw, felt through it's sensors. She tasted radiar, saw in IR, heard radio and lived through the high tech sensors. With Sypder riding in the backl of her mind, she rose up and ran for the open hanger door.<br><br>&nbsp;As soon as the mech cleared the door, the drone&nbsp; bay door opped open and a stealth drone shot out to dive down low for NAPE flying for 300 meters before shooting straight up to get a high eye view of the battlefield. As soon as she was able, Mhegan began designating targets to the other team members as her mech scrambled into a low gully, moving 3 times as fast as a man could run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 06:00:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"All pilots, we have a code blue; repeat we have a code blue, enemy mechs approaching from the south. Shiz and the newbie are out running a training exercise in the vicinity, but they're gonna need some help. I'm inputting the coordinates best suited for intervention into your nav systems. Repeat, all pilots report to coordinates, must aid Shiz and the newbie."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Max groans, "Ah, you gotta be ssshittin' me. Gotta be a drill. Two fights in a row? Fuck that. Nobody's dumb enough to attack us. Ain't that right, Flufz?" Max pets a nonexistent cat on his shoulder, then rolls over and goes back to sleep.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Max, Mhegan, Leona, status report,"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"..."<br><br>"FUCK!"<br><br>Engel rolls off his cot and slaps against the cold tile, the impact doing little to clear his head.<br><br>"Berzerk!" He roars, keying his mic, "All systems on-line, prep for immediate launch, I want green light five minutes ago! Boss! We got... Shit." Max switches channels to squad frequency, then starts unscrewing his frontmost liberty spike "Boss, I'm on my way but we got a problem. I'm still 'medicated' from da last fight... I'm seein' at least two o' everythin' right now."<br><br>As if to prove his point, Max, who has been leaning steadily to the left while sprinting down the hallways, picks that exact moment to have his feet slide out from under him and faceplant on the floor, narrowly avoiding impalement on the recently removed bit of pointy metal. He roars a stream of expletives into the mic and struggles to his feet, running toward the hangar with one shoulder firmly against a wall. He only falls down twice more on the way to the mech bay, though he's fairly certain the second breaks his nose. Finally, even later than he normally is and with a trail of red metal spikes leading to his room, he clambers into the cockpit and sinks into his seat. "Hope ya ready f' this, 'Zerk, cuz i sure as Hell ain't. Let's ride!" He manages to plug in after two or three tries and brings the heavy mech to life. Moments later he's barreling over rough terrain at full stride, inboard stabilisers and gyros struggling to compensate for his own lack of balance.<br><br>Taking deep breaths as he goes, Max fumbles about until he finds the jack at his hip and plugs it in to his mech with a grin. A split second later all the ambient noise of a sprinting mech is blown away by an onslaught of heavily distorted riffs and incomprehensible growling. "'Eeeeere we go. 'Ats betta.' He twitches his throat mic back on and cackles gleefully, "M1 Gunslinga', inbound ta received coordinates now. Watch ya backs, team, I ain't shootin' straight t'day!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 18:58:04</strong>
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				"Copy that Max, Mhegan," Aren said quickly, chuckling as Sinatra's voice crooned from his speakers. "I get no kick from champagne," he sang into the comlink, deftly maneuvering around the shells that exploded in his path. "Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So tell me why it should be true, that I get a kick out of you," He glanced at the tactical readout on the screen to his left. "Hey Jal, get back to base, you're banged up and running low on ammo; we've got your back." <br><br>Sword flashing, Aren flicked a joystick, pulling another one back, and his mech spun, slicing clean through another attacking tank. "I've got the little guys under control, but my magnum and swords aren't gonna cut it against those heavies, and I don't have my heavy armor on, so a frontal assault is out for me. Max, can you do anything about those big fellas? Try flanking them on the west side; I'll draw some fire off the cave so Jal can make a break for the base. Now Jalith, as soon as the shells stop falling, you gun it for the base. Don't wait, just go." His eyes flitted back and forth between the tactical screen and his view screens, his mind constantly analyzing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 19:41:34</strong>
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				Shizen was already on to her next plan to take out the trio of heavies coming in. "Jal, throw an uplink to Hound and get the quick diagnostics on my tracers. If I can mark them with the EMS rounds that I have do you think that you can hit them where I hit as well?" she calls through the radio, the urge to defend herself beginning to shrink as her teammates are fully operational. Well, almost fully operational. With her mind coming back to the feild she activates the flash sheilds on her mech's legs and arms to keep a hail of burst fire from injuring her mech, though a few ricochet through and knick a few of the low armored plates on her mech. "Sir," she chimes in on the radio for Aren again. "Permission to perform manuever Delta 5-9 with the EMS flares?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 20:11:49</strong>
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				Jal swore under her breath, laying out a spread of fire from her AT cannon and Gatling, the sheer volume of fire giving her some breathing space. "Alright, Shiz. Hit them in the back if you can; Just like a hammer and an anvil, and they're the metal that deserves a pounding."<br><br>Crouching her 'mech down as low as possible, she edged forwards, the underplates scraping along the rock as she practically crawled her machine forwards to an advantageous firing position. "Ready when you are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 20:14:56</strong>
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				"Permission granted; good thinking, Shizen," he said, grinning broadly, as he continued to cut a swath through the smaller enemy vehicles.<br><br>His hands moved fluidly, twisting, pushing and pulling the assorted joysticks this way and that, eliciting flowing movements from Gareth, the mech skimming across the ground with ease. Suddenly, a shell exploded in his path, sending Gareth spinning through the air like a top. <br><br>"Damn!" he muttered, attempting to regain control of the swirling mech, "This is gonna hurt." Pilot and mech crashed hard into the ground, and he stood again, servos squealing from the strain. "Go!" he called out into the com, hoping the system wasn't damaged in the hit. "Yvette, give me a status report." <br><br>Scanning the flowing text, Aren sighed in relief. "That could've been a lot worse; gotta be more careful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 20:40:58</strong>
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				"OoRah!" Shizen calls through as she activates the stealth engine, hearing it scream slightly over her eardrums before it squelches back to being quiet. With her semi-auto EMS loudout under her mech's right arm, she skims back over the feild, dodging artillery fire here and there. <em>Almost in range... almost in range...</em> she thinks to herself, seeing the three targeting reticles beginning to focus better than a seizure. "Prozy one: Fire!" she calls through the radio to Jal, deactivating the skimmer to slide under the larger mech, shooting it at point-blank into the waist. "One Meter up!" she finishes, telling where the target should be, quickly deactivating the stealth before shooting off another EMC, this one hitting in the shin due to a lack of being close enough. "Five Meters up, half a meter to the right!"<br><br>A ballistic shell rings through her mech and Shizen looks through her visor at her right arm, noticing a lack of one being there. "EMS launcher down! Jal, focus on my position and fire on my command!" she semi-orders into the radio, knowing that if that last large mech is left to get to the rest of the group it would wreck havoc. With her skimmers active again, Shizen serpentines back and forth torwards the larger mech, sheilds blaring and barely keeping the shells from penetrating. "Hound, secondary precautions," she whispers before shooting a piton into the arm she previously had, grateful that it locks in place once removed. Her sheilds break just as the arm is fully retrieved and she rolls her mech to the side, breaking the hand off and holding onto the EMS gun and feeling her mech begin to fly. Her visor and screens show that the waist has been shot off, leaving only one arm and the head operational since the torso can't do much on it's own. Hound hits the larger mech in the chest, though Shizen thrusts the gun into the mech's kevlar coating between the plates for the neck and torso. "Fire!" she yells out while her mech begins to roll over the larger, her gun slamming an EMS into the heavy mech's inner-torso. "Dead on!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 20:59:10</strong>
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				Jal let her 'mech's targeting computer nibble on the telemetry coming from the EM signals, adjusting as needed, then, calmly, she fired.<br><br>The First Shell Slammed into the Wounded heavy's upper torso, crushing into reinforced plates and snapping structural members before Detonating, the impact and blast gouging a gaping wound into the chest of the 'Mech, exposing its internal structure and ammunition reserve.<br><br>Adjusting her targeting Data as the first mech Collapsed into a kneeling position, Jal fired again, deliberately aiming at the Second EM Signal so the shell would hit the leg. Her aim was off slightly, and instead of hitting the tagged leg, she hit the opposite one, the sudden 'push' from the impact against the mech's knee dislocating its hip joint Before the high explosives shattered the knee joint, fusing it in place and forcing the battered Heavy to topple to the ground, its leg a fused mass of metal.<br><br>Frowning, she waited as the third shell loaded, settling the reticule over the final EM signal just as the shared telemetry link between her 'mech and Shiz's machine was cut off. Pausing, she cursed, switching her tracking computer to Infrared scanning. "Shi, I've lost your targeting. Hope you're running cool, because I'm aiming at a moving hotspot heading towards the River."<br><br>Nudging the targeting pipper to just above the core of the heat source, she took a slow breath, then fired once more, the Heavy Shell speeding downrange to hit like the finger of an angry god. Then, before she could see the impact, she eased her 'mech back into the caves, her Ammo counters showing depressingly low counts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 21:23:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan's mech ran along the shallow gully to pop up out half a kick down it. As fast as possible the small mech ran up a small hill to leap over the top and skid down the backside in a shower of gravel and dust. As she ran, Mhegan kept up the commentary on the enemie's location and mech types. <br><br>&nbsp;"Watch it, there's a couple of smaller ones hanging back, could be scout or EW mech. Commander, should there be a watch on the base? There might be someone sneaking into it to spy or destroy it." Even as she spoke, Mhegan send the other two working drones skyward, one of them headed back to the squadron's base to check while the other circled the battlefield from the other direction.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;She crashed through a stand of small trees, shattering the thin trunks into jagged splinters. "I'm coming up on your six, Shizen." Mhegan said, flicking the stealth systems on and her mech vanished from all electronic, thermal and IR view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 21:35:14</strong>
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				"I had thought about that; fortunately, I believe Leona is still at the base, and she can handle herself, believe me," he chuckled, veering sharply towards the river. "Send me the coordinates of the two other mechs hanging back, I'll get em myself," he said, eyes glinting. He loved combat, loved giving commands and plotting strategies, and was certainly in his element right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 21:38:56</strong>
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				"Thanks, I need the help!" she calls through, shooting her barbed piton around the larger mech which lost only a leg, pulling herself up and then using the left arm she runs the short blade through the back of the mech's plating. "Just finishing up a little project here," Shizen grunts into the microphone, shooting the second piton into the cut she just made and dropping down, swinging in front and running the blade into the base of the neck for the mech, the ejection activating on the larger mech and she watches the casing for the pilot being flung through the air. "We need to employ a mech medic," she says as the larger mech begins to fall forward, though Shizen swings hers to the side, her last appendage being pinned down under the machine. "Help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 22:19:15</strong>
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				<em>'Please, not Shiz too,'</em>, he thought, scanning the tactical map for someone, anyone, who was closer than he was to the trapped mech's position. He punched the throttle, maxing Gareth's cruising jets, ignoring the warning lights that flashed on his visor. "On my way, hold on shiz!" he shouted over his Miles Davis. <br><br>Davis' frenetic pace and tempo were perfect for this fight, he needed to be sure to thank Yvette later. He could see the trapped mech approaching on his screen, lowering Gareth's shoulder, he slammed into the hulking metal form atop Shiz's torso, not slowing down and setting off several alert sirens in the cockpit. "Left shoulder damage, 95% structural integrity." <br><br>"Thank you Yvette, he said, swinging Gareth around in a massive spray of earth. He punched the throttle again, grabbing Shiz with his left arm. "Hang on, we're getting you to safety," he said, lifting the damaged machine from the ground. He watched his screen, dropping Shiz only when he was sure they were out of the heavies range. "Stay safe," he murmured over the radio, before turning back to the carnage. It was snowing again, he noted with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 22:32:52</strong>
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				"I knew that I was alright," she says and brushes off her shoulder before opening up the cockpit, jumping out and checking the damage. "Sorry Hound," Shizen whispers and rests a hand on her mech, the metal still heated from the shot that took out her legs. "I'll head back with the CPU and see if the base's defenses can be fully activated yet. Permission to execute, sir?" she asks with a salute up to the massive machine, though what should be a uniform is more of her casual wear, and from up there he could probably see down her shirt and between her breasts rather well.<br><br>(lol, combat joke)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 22:38:11</strong>
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				Jal finally eased her 'mech out of the Caves, and, with a clear line of sight on the last standing Heavy, fired one shot, which cored a hole directly into the wounded mech's engine, blasting away ablative shielding and overheating the suddenly-stricken machine. "That's for pissing me off."<br><br>Seconds Later, her last Shell from her heavy Cannon roared forth, decapitating the crippled 'Mech. "That's for wrecking our stuff."<br><br>Turning, she unleashed a slashing burst from her 'mech's gatling at an enemy hovercraft that had gotten too close for comfort; the 30mm shells punching holes through the comparatively sheetmetal-thin armour of the hovercraft, and causing it to peel away, spewing smoke.<br><br>After a moment, she frowned, then stopped her 'Mech's advance, the gatling's whine fading as it clicked onto Empty. "Bingo Ammo on Main and Tertiary, Two Heavies down, Third one is retreating. I'll Cover Shiz, and RTB."<br><br>Reversing her 'Mech, she walked away from the carnage along the river, then, once out of range, turned around completely, walking towards the Hound's Transponder to pick up her comrade in arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 22:47:08</strong>
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				Sighing heavily, Aren nodded. "Go ahead; Jal's on the way to pick you guys up. I'm going to wait for Max, and then we'll do a sweep to make sure we got all of them," he said, as his cockpit hissed open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 22:55:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Got it. Coordinates are", she read them off. Closing in on Shizen's position, she watched Davis's mech crash through the underbrush to rescue Shizen. She ran between them and the enemy. Smoke spewing from hidden containers. The smoke impervious to thermal and IR scans. A mobile shield that would thin in time depending on how strong the breeze was. "Get out of LoS!"<br><br>&nbsp;Snow, gravel and dust flew as Mhegan clawed her way up a slope, narrowing avoiding beng nailed by the heavies. Heavy rounds exploded less than a handful of meters behind the fleeing mech. The CRACK-Boom of the rounds shook Mhegan and she swore ferverently, diving into a small frozen lake. Thick ice shattered and icey water fountained up in huge waves as she sank through to the bottom of the shallow lake. <br><br>&nbsp;Now hidden from most sensors, Mhegan walked along the bottom of the lake to a shallow spot just under the ice, an eye always on the sensor readings. "I'm hidden in the lake. The two in the back are moving. Looks like through a small canyon in the hillside that leads NE. They will reach it in a minute at present speed." The others were informed of the enemy's locations, directions and speeds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 23:10:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren sat back down in his cockpit, punching the com. "Copy that Mhegan. Heads up everybody, they just ran an end around on us. Max, wherever you are, go the coordinates Mheg just sent. Jal, Shiz, get back to the base, and set up a perimeter; Shiz you can use Gaheris, my backup frame. It's got analog controls though, so be mindful of that. I would advise defensive weapons, just tell Yvette what you need, and she'll equip it; I know how you dislike working with mechs that aren't your's."&nbsp; As the cockpit closed and the consoles lit up one by one, he smiled. "Did you get all of that, Yvette? Put some Fats on, piano sounds like a good choice right now." He opted for a fully manual start, to avoid torching Shiz with his jets, but once he was a safe distance from them, he took off.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 23:49:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As if waiting for his cue, Max clears the ridge in the Berzerk, twin heavy rotaries already spun up and ready to unleash Hell. His systems auto-designate visible targets and mark friendly IFF's as he spreads the machine's legs out wide, additional stabilisers folding down from his legs and slamming several meters into the ground. The Berzerk's synced right arms raise with a high pitched whine, then jerk backward as the high caliber cannon spits forth a fusillade of shells the size of a small car with an ear-shattering roar. He sweeps from right to left, utterly destroying two midweights and crippling a heavy before they have a chance to respond. Hits start to flicker his shields as he begins his second swipe with the left gun, and by the time he's done his shields are down and impacts are rocking his torso and throwing his aim. Half a dozen enemies are gone or disabled, and several of the rest have decided that Max makes a pretty damn good target. One of them decides that his cannon, in particular, looks like it'd be fun to shoot, and the weapon is ripped from his mech's hand in an explosion of shrapnel and superheated munitions.<br><br>"Ah, HELL nah." The Berzerk's stabilisers rip out of the ground as he drops the remaining rotary and charges the offending mech, progressing much faster with less weight. "'Zerk, cut arm sync in three, I'm gonna be in a fuckin' coma afta this."<br><br>Max leaps off a large rock, adding what little height he can with the heavy's oft neglected jets, and comes down on top of the last large threat in range, forcing it to topple backward onto the hard-packed ground. Red lights and warning symbols flash across his retinas while he grins like a madman. "Ya like disarmin', huh? Try dis shit, then!" Max wraps two hands around each of his opponents pinned arms and pulls. Metal strains against metal as sparks fly and connections snap. Finally, both arms tear free with a piercing shriek and multiple small internal detonations.<br><br>The Berzerk forces itself into a kneel, then slowly stands, crushing the downed mech's head with one foot as 'small' rounds impact across its back.<br><br>"Hey boss, I'm here. Coordinates received, Mheg, ETA just under one minute."<br><br>The heavy reaches down with its upper arms and grabs the plasma pistols slung at its hips, empties one into each of the two light mechs remaining, then charges up a nearby slope.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 01:41:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shizen had a few things that she wasn't able to do right, one of them was piloting an analog mech, let alone one that she has no idea on what to do with it or how to use it. With her commander leaving, she turns on her visor and scans the area for enemies, though only able to do radar for a few seconds before her mind tells her that any longer and the enemy might come after them. Her arms bring themselves up and she shivers a little before stepping back to her totalled mech, waiting for Jal to pick her up and drag her mech back to the base, hoping that she wouldn't be scolded for disobeying orders and using the electronics system on the base to add some artillery fire for cover if needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 01:46:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal stopped her 'mech a few feet from Shi's ruined machine and popped the hatch while toggling the external speakers. "Come on up, Shi. I don't have a winch, so, well, I guess we'll have to pick up your 'Mech after the fight's over."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 01:53:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I got that covered," she says and aims the pair of pitons upwards, shooting them and letting them wrap around the larger and less damages mech before pulling herself up. "There we go," Shizen smiles before locking the winches on her grapplers and deftly making her way over to the opened hatch, squirming in and then blushing lightly. "Sorry that I got you shot at," she whispers to her 'savior' for the battle and finds a place to be while in transport.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 02:08:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal turned slightly, pointing at a fold-down jumpseat behind the Command couch for the Heavy 'mech. "Well, I came out of it in one piece, which is pretty good, right?" She waited until Shi was buckled in place, then smiled again. "Careful; it can be a bumpy ride if you're not used to it."<br><br>Throttling up her 'Mech again, she set the heavy to its maximum cruising speed, the trotting motion causing mild lurching to each side in the cockpit, as the Heavy 'mech moved up to the mid-fifty klick range, a cloud of dust being raised behind it as the torso of Shi's 'mech was dragged along, rather unceremoniously.<br><br>"So, you alright, Shi?" The cockpit was larger than most 'Mechs, the sheer size of the Heavy 'Quad allowing it to hold up to three people in it comfortably in its civilian iteration, and, even militarized, it was big enough to allow one to stretch. "There's a first-aid kit under the command seat, on the right side, if you have any scrapes and such. I think there's a thermal blanket on the left, but I haven't checked recently."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 02:58:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shizen had already found the blanket, and has it wrapped around herself before looking up from her buckled position. "I'm alright. The Hound is actually built to be punished in many ways but mostly for the pilot to stay safe and uninjured," she says happily while watching the window and objects outside moving by.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 03:20:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal chuckled slightly, shaking her head. "Well, as you can see, this thing is built to take the worst that can be dished out and then some."<br><br>She pointed at a readout that she tapped on, transferring a copy to a smaller screen on the jumpseat. "The hits I did take only chipped armour, and didn't get anywhere near the internals. Feel free to check the Schematics yourself."<br><br>Slowing her 'mech slightly, she entered the Base's confines, smiling as she saw a Defensive tower's turret swivel to track what few threats remained. "So, what upgrades would you suggest for this thing, that don't break the design philosophy of 'I can fix it with a screwdriver, a spool of wire, and a wrench'?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 06:04:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren laughed aloud at the sound of his old friend on the comlink; it was clear he was a little bit... enhanced. "Good to have you here Max," he said, pulling up at the rondezvous point and waiting for him. They were the ultimate odd couple; Max the gunslinger, he the strategist. But they were as close as two straight men could be. <br><br>"Jeez Max, hurry it up. You said a minute, and now you're late!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 18:45:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd say some skimmers would help, since when they're deployed and locked in place they provide more stability," she says, looking over the schematics. "Other than that I wouldn't mind using something like the pitons I have, though without the barbs so you can use them to stabalize without having to be on solid ground." Shizen offers, wondering why she feels nervous around the new recruit and hoping it won't end up like that beautiful pilot during the academy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 22:08:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal chuckles, then stops the 'Mech, and presses a button, letting Shi look out the side of the viewing screen to show that the four heavy pauldrons guarding each leg's 'knee' assembly were on hydraulics, and already doubled as bracing posts when firing the main gun. Each Shovel-blade-like pauldron wrapped over the joints by several feet, clearly capable of being effective armour, as well as effective pitons.<br><br>"Way ahead of you on that one, Shi. However... I was thinking; What about some MRMs for added mid-range power, or a cutting laser for additional close-in defense? I have enough power output in this thing to light up a city block, but It's still stongly ammo-dependant." Jal smiled, tapping the button again to retract the pauldrons into their 'travel' configuration, and moving her 'mech forwards, only a few hundred yards from the Hangar.<br><br>Toggling her radio, she sent a quick message to Aren. "Shi and I are at base; allocating Base Defense Towers to fire on Unidentified IFF automatically. How's the fight?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 05:15:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"An Engel is never late..."<br><br>Max stands in the canyon, blocking the advancing mechs with a broad grin. And this grin is <em>quite</em> visible to any who may be watching, because his cockpit is open and he's standing on the very edge, his remaining guns tucked away in their respective holsters and arms held out to the sides. "Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."<br><br>He waits with arms crossed for the approaching mechs, not having even considered the&nbsp; high probability of them having something powerful enough to get through his recharged shields in one shot. Once within range, if they're not blasting away at him, he speaks. "How you guys doin'? Y'know who I am? 'Nah, doubt it. Dere's tons o' guys with mechs like mine. Come on out an' talk fer a bit. I promise I won't kill ya both 'till we're done. Name's Maximilian Engel. You are?"<br><br>The maniac's grin fades to a thin smirk and, though prepared to jump back inside the cockpit at the first sign of hostility, he seems as much at ease leaning over a lethal drop and addressing two heavies as he did earlier in the briefing room. More so, even.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 09:27:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As MAx blathered on, Aren quietly positioned his mech directly behind the assailants. "Whenever you're ready, jabberjaws," Aren whispered into his comlink, smirking at his friends drug induced antics.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 21:59:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks for the ride," Shizen calls as she heads from the mech and torwards the terminal for the closest turret, then typing into the links of the others and hooking her visor into it as well, one of the turrets moving from place before two more join in the animation. "Shizen with defensive batteries active, prepared to fire on command," she speaks through the radios, looking over to Jal and wondering if she would enjoy taking some of the turrets and cannons over as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 22:12:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal took enough time to shut down her 'Mech, in the middle of the Hangar bay before climbing out, and following Shi over to the turret control consoles. Selecting one, she tapped in a series of commands, using the high-definition cameras on each turret to get a good view of the local area, and, seeing only one hostile group, pinned between the two Heaviest 'active' 'Mechs, she smiled, targeting the area around the group of enemy machines.<br><br>Picking up a radio, she toggled it on, and spoke, smiling tightly. "Heavy artillery mission coordinates set. Say 'boo' and a hammer will drop on the squad the base can see."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 22:17:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Boo!" Aren shouted, laughing as his magnum fired round after round at the enemy mechs, glancing off of armor, and causing sparks to fly. A round hit a fuel tank, and it was engulfed in flames. The second mech wheeled, only to be engulfed in a massive explosion as the artillery batteries dropped a mortar on its exact location. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 02:32:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal watched through the vidscreen showing off the carnage, then smiled, patting Shi on the shoulder. "Looks like that was the last of them. Jalith, going offline for repair and rearmament."<br><br>Walking back into the hangar bay, she clipped a short-range radio to the collar of her jumpsuit, the light weight resting against her shoulder as she walked around her 'Mech, examining the damage done to the armour plates. Almost all the damage was light, craters having etched themselves a few inches into the super-heavy armour plates.<br><br>Picking up a wrench, she whacked one crater, causing a spent shell to fall out of the divot, the shell having been flattened against the eighteen inch thick layers of hardened alloys that covered the 'mech's front and carapace. She just snickered to herself, using the Wrench to lever out other flattened shells as she waited for Shi to come back and unhook her 'mech from the much larger and heavier Quad.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 21:45:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll run one more sweep, just in case they have any sleepers," Shizen smiles and lightly bites her bottom lip, looking through the scope and thinking that the snow could have been used to hide something. After a few minutes of not finding anything on her sweep, she pulls back from the scanner and heads to her hound. "Poor baby," she whispers as she rests a hand on the large machine and then noticing something on the side. With a soft pull she takes off a piece of debri that seems to be cloth, and realizes that it was a camoflauged headpiece. Taking the strip of cloth and wrapping the snow covered piece around her hand she began to repair the rest of her mech, finding the spare arms and custom pieces in the large amount of storage that she has, though the EMS rounds would have to be recovered later in the day after clean-up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 22:42:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal finished her walkaround of her 'Mech, having cleared out all the craters of foreign bodies, then, climbing back into her 'Mech, she tapped in a code in the Machine's main computer, opening the access ports for the ammunition chambers. Climbing back out onto the spin of her Machine, she walked back to the heavy cannon, and looked down at Shi's mostly-limbless machine. "Need a hand? I'll help out if you can help me reload my beast."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 23:04:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"S-sure," she says as she almost jumps from her slight daydream. "Just gonna get Hound out of the way just in case the others need the room." After Shizen trollies Hound to the side of the hangar, she drives the trolly to the other mech with a few boxes of ammunition behind her on the machine. "What kind do you need? I think the only kind that we're missing are small rounds outside of belts and EMS's."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 23:10:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal climbed down to the floor, and walked under the 'mech, looking into the hatches for the three main guns. "Fifty rounds of Two-eighty, once I dump the paint loads, Two Drums of Thirty mike-mike; Fifteen hundred each drum, and ninety Five-Seven rounds for the rotary, once I dump the paint ammo."<br><br>She grins, seeing the look on Shi's face as she pulled a Single Shell out of the ammo bay for the main gun; the total weight of the cased shell was well over fifty kilograms, most of the weight being the shell itself. Struggling to maintain her balance, she put the shell on the ground under the 'mech, the brass casing and dull grey warhead standing over two feet in height. "So... have an autoloader? manually loading this thing is reserved for Punishment Details."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 03:40:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Turning to Max and Berserker, Gareth's arm pumped. "That was easy enough," he said with a laugh, "Come on, we need to make a perimeter sweep." Max was clearly still riding the high from the pain drugs he had taken before the battle, and Aren felt bad scrambling him, and risking his life. He was not himself, and Aren knew he'd have to be patient with his old friend.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 02:28:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shizen nodded before looking to the tow. "We have two that fit the job. The first is the arm on the tow and the second has been somewhat totalled in combat a few minutes ago," she says and looks over to her Hound, feeling her heart sink down a little at the sight of her customized mech and it's ability of being in serious repair. "Though we can strip the last of the plating and just take out the smaller frame inside of the cockpit to act as a body suit. Feel like helping me strip down?" she asks before blushing brightly and then looking away, her fingers figiting with the locked controlls on the tow and then stuttering to correct herself. "I-I mean for the mech..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 02:38:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jalith Chuckled slightly, then nodded. "Alright, I'll help you out. I take it that the cockpit frame of your unit is a bit like powered armour?"<br><br>She walked over to the Hound unit, examining it, then followed Shi's directions, peeling off the heavy armour plating with some effort, then helped Shi strap into the frame, the entire process taking some time, because She didn't want to increase the damage caused to the disabled 'mech.<br><br>only after Shi was ready did Jal climb back into her 'mech, reactivating it, and using the command system to make it stand up entirely, giving Shi eight feet of clearance underneath the Heavy 'mech. Climbing back outside, she looked down at Shi, and smiled. "I'll get the ammo boxes, okay? I didn't see any Two-eighty on the cart."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 03:18:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"They tend to be near the back and out of sight," she says, her blush almost fully down and her body strapped into the 'seat' of her mech. Within a few moments she's already loading the ammunition into the much larger and less damaged mech. "Check the inventory panel and take the tow over and just rest it on the skimmer. It drives alot like a four wheel drive jeep though the only brakes we have are hand brakes for it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 03:32:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright. I'll get the fresh loads for the two-eighty once the other guns are loaded, because we need to clear the paint loads, first." Moving to the Front, She wrestled the Twin Ammunition drums for the gatling out of their hydraulic harness, the empty drums weighing barely twenty kilos each when empty, despite being taller than Jalith was.<br><br>A few feet behind her, under the right foreleg, she had placed a large bin to collect the loose paint shells from the 57 AT, which were summarily ejected with a lever opening a panel and dropping the shell bay down two feet so the linked spool of shells could be pulled out, after Jal had placed the Empty Ammo drums on the loader cart. "Doing okay, Shi?"<br><br>Climbing onto the driver's seat of the ammo Cart she drove into the munitions bunker, and used the attached minicrane to drop off the empty ammo drums in a 'restock' loader, and keyed in the ammo type for the drums to be loaded with, then, while the loader was working on the drums, she used the crane to dump the paint shells, and collected one fifty-shell crate of 57 AT, which she placed on the ground next to the reloader, then looked in the back for the artillery shells, which came in ten-shell 'binds'. Using the crane again, she grabbed five 'binds' loading them on the cart first, then the AT shells, and finally the two reloaded ammo drums for the gatlings.<br><br>By the time she got back to the hangar, it looked like the other 'mechs had returned, though there were very few scars of combat upon the ones Jal saw as she Drove the cart back to her 'mech.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 17:15:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Mhegan slowly crept out of the lake. Her mech's body cracking the ice as it rose out of the water. She kept up a steady stream of updates as the remaining mech fell or fled. As soon as it was clear the battle was over, Mhegan skittered out of the water and went over the battlefield. checking each mech&nbsp; for model type, amount of damage (they were always looking for spare parts) and any pilots to take captive.<br><br>&nbsp;"Commander, I'm marking the&nbsp; enemy mechs for retrieval for examination and parts retrieval.&nbsp; I'll need a towmech out here soonest before the weather gets worse and the sun goes down." The slender pilot shifts in her seat, thighs tensing. The stress of combat had had an effect on her and she knew her nipples were hard, visible in the skin tight bodysuit she wore, and her sex was somewhat damp. "Damn it", she mutters after the radio clicks off. "I need to see if I can mount a dildo in this thing. You'd like that Spyder, wouldn't you Spyder?" she pats the arm of her seat.<br><br>&nbsp;"<strong><em>Question is not reasonable.</em></strong>" The AI replies.<br><br>&nbsp;"Fuck off Spyder! Or better yet, fuck ME. If you had a cock, I'd fuck you. Damn.. I have GOT to get laid. Talk about combat lust.." Mhegan snorts as she checks several more downed mech for retrieval and pilots.<br><br><br>&nbsp;(I'm leaving it up to the others if she finds any living pilots, male/female, wounded or not. ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 17:55:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(hm... that gives me an idea.)<br><br>[For Mhegan]<br><br>Among the wreckage of the other mechs, one that seemed to have been decimated had in fact launched it's ejection mechanism in the midst of the fight, the rather young man inside already a few yards away from the mech and carrying his pistol in one hand and the hunting rifle from training camp. "Sure, just need to escort those heavies close to the base. Oh they won't see it coming and if they do it would take too long for them to get here," he mutters under his breath, hearing a wirring from the lake and turning around witnessing it crack open as a larger and undamaged mech rises from it.<br><br>Within seconds he dove into a bank of snow, the pilot suit he has equipped unfortunately only insulates around his neck and wrists, so direct contact to the elements like the current moment causes him to gasp from the sudden decrease in temperature. "Please no IR, please no IR, and move on quickly," he whispers to himself, clutching the pistol in both hands as his rifle sticks out from the snow, looking like a piece of debri where a mechanical part might have flew or fallen into. "I just need to get out of here without being caught, no need to be a prisoner to either side."<br><br>[Shizen]<br><br>Shizen activated the skeleton again before heading to the paint loaders, scooping them up and walking with some in the arms of her mech's skeleton over to the deposit and recycling the used shells for the paint as the rest are just kept in the ammunitions crate nearby. "Jal, I've been wondering," she says before heading over, deactivating the mech before using a smaller portable crane to lift and hold one of the arms in place as she begins to weld it back to normal. "I've got some extra room in mine, and was thinking that we could possibly... bunk together for... a little so we can..." with every pause her mind flashed with images of what Jal's form would be under her suit, and it was resembled with a slight increase in blush every time it happened. "learn about each other's mechs, and I can run you through the manuevers we have that aren't under the basic command manual as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 19:20:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan blinked as the thermo and IR seonsors went off. "Well, hello there..." She muttered, grinning. "Mhegan to Base, I got a survivor. Gonna bring him in." At that she brought her machine around to cover hidden pilot, then fired off two rounds to either side of him as a drone moved to hover high over him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;The shots were aimed to both sides, 2 meters from him. Immediately afterwards, Mhegan spoke over the loudspeakers. "Stand up, hands over your head and come forward. Then set any weapons down on the ground and crouch with your hands behind you. Refuse and the next shots go through you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 19:59:49</strong>
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				Jal paused, thinking, then nodded, using the Ammo cart's crane to place the ammo drums for the Gatling in their harnesses underneath her 'mech. "Well, it'll be at least a week before my stuff arrives here, so, yeah, I can use a spare bunk in an already-furnished room for a while."<br><br>Walking over to the ammo drums, she angled them so they would lock into place with the feeder lines, then watched as the drums were pulled into the 'mech's body. She smiled as she saw that Shi's face was bright red, then chuckled, moving back to the ammo cart to load up the cannons on her 'mech, which took far less time than unloading due to the magnetic feeders, which practically sucked each shell up into the 'mech's body, one at a time.<br><br>Finishing the loading of both cannons, she climbed back into her 'mech, and lowered its stance, locking the ammunition chambers as she moved her 'mech into its repair bay. Climbing back out, she watched as Shi used the repair crane in her bay to fix her 'mech, each part being modular and easy to replace. Hopping down to the ground, she walked to a nearby repair terminal, checking the stockpiles for what she needed; namely roughly half a ton of ceramet-steel plate to repair the damage to her mech's leg and frontal plating. "So, figured that we did fairly decently out there, barring your 'mech becoming a smoking hole in the ground?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 04:19:30</strong>
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				"Mhegan, this is Aren, do not bring him to the base until I have the chance to talk to him," Aren said, spinning Gareth around, "I'm on my way." He pushed the throttle, leaning forward in his seat, until the lake came into view. Slowing, he manually walked Gareth to the spot where Mhegan and the current prisoner sat. As the cockpit door opened, Aren grabbed his sidearm, a standard issue 9mm. He hated using it, preferring Gareth's guns to his own. Climbing down, the pilot smiled at him. "I'm captain Aren Tobak, leader of the 1st mechanized division," he turned and nodded at the Mhegan, flashing the smile that had wooed so many women. "Nice work Mhegan," he said, eyes sparkling. He had had his eye on the young woman for some time, thinking she was extremely pretty, but had never gotten around to actually asking her out or formally wooing her.<br><br>"Now," he said, turning to the man who sat before him in the snow. "You are a prisoner of the 1st mechanized division. You should consider yourself lucky; we normally don't take prisoners."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 20:16:13</strong>
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				[Prisoner]<br><br><em>Fuck fuck fuck!</em> the man thinks to himself and curls up into a ball before hearing the speakers penetrating through the snow. After a few moments of climbing through the snow, his pistol with his hand pops through, sinking back in before flailing for a few more moments. "Why'd you have to shoot so close!?" he calls out, not sure if the external microphones were currently on since the ringing from the close range shots would have been horrible on the ears. When he finally manages to get from the bank, he tosses the pistol to his left, as well as his hunting rifle once it was in his hand and not over his back. <br><br>With his face in the ground and his hands on the back of his head, he keeps his exposed skin from touching the snow by using his elbows. "I find it rather unlucky to be drafted in the first place," he says when addressed by the superior's mech, remembering the last and most important thing to say when talking. "Sir." Hoping that they wouldn't wait around for him to make a run for it, he sneezes and wishes that there's a warm blanket he's allowed to in one of the mechs.<br><br>[Shizen]<br><br>"Actually, according to my read-outs Hound did especially well for this ambush," she calls over, smiling as her blush begins to fade slowly from her cheaks, neck, and the top of her cleavage. She lowers the visor again and resumes torching the skeleton around her, glad that the computers weren't damaged at all, and would only require a new set of wires which come along with the arms and legs. "While you're over there, can you see where the model F-e72 legs are? I can't find them whenever I look through that terminal and it annoys the hell out of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 20:34:18</strong>
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				Jal just shrugged, keying through the list of stocks the terminal was showing, chewing her lower lip absently as her eyes flicked through the codes and symbols. "Why that specific type?" She paged through a few more screens worth of information, then tapped on the code for the legs.<br><br>Frowning, she shook her head after a moment. "Damn thing says you're out of stock, Shi."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 20:58:52</strong>
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				"They work better for mobility than the rest of the units we have here without needing to put skimmers on, and I manually move my mech here and there to navigate difficult terrain," she says, the torch diminishing as the arms and torso have already been repaired, thanks to the help of the mini-crane. "Crap, that means I'll need to strip armor off of the Gigs that we have to make anything close to that..." Shizen says before lifting the visor again, looking to the empty room of a crate where they'd be putting salvaged parts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 21:17:42</strong>
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				Jal smiled, keying in her request, which arrived from the crane system overhead; several plates of Ceramet-steel were placed Next to her 'mech, and a welding unit was unlocked from the gantry's wall. "Hey, Shi. Wanna help me out with my armour repairs?"<br><br>Walking over to the Welding unit, she pulled on the gloves and face mask, and, using the gantry's crane hoist, set a magnetic latch onto the section of damaged leg plating, allowing her to use the torch to cut the damaged section free, revealing the super-heavy hydraulics and motors inside the massive appendage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 21:35:33</strong>
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				"Sure," she says a little softer than usual, detaching the skin plates on her mech into the equipment bay and walking with her mech over to the much larger one, holding equipment in place and detaching ones that need to be replaced if needed. "So how'd you get into the unit? Where'd yah come from? And how'd you get this beast of a mech in the first place?" Shizen asks Jal, the entire skeleton of the mech visible as well as her spread legs to handle the legs due to a lack of skimmers. Her chest was pushed forward while leaning to keep the arms in place, and the neckline of her shirt showed the small signs of sweat and clinging to her body from the amount of repairs.<br><br>(fpi: the hound has two parts to each leg, the skeleton and the plates. the skeleton is easy to replace but the plates are what house a majority of the speed and equipment down in that area.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 21:51:54</strong>
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				Jal chuckled, helping Shi pull off the damaged plating as the smaller woman talked, then waved a hand as she climbed onto the back of her 'mech, using the cutting torch to open a seam between the damaged plates on the mech's torso at the front as she thought of how to respond. "I requested a transfer to any unit that was not under the command of a REMF, after my last commander decided that sending a bunch of unarmed mechanics into a combat zone where incendiary weapons were being used was a good idea."<br><br>She frowned, concentrating on the cut she made in the extremely thick skin of her 'mech, each plate that came off weighing hundreds of pounds. Thankfully, only three plates actually had enough damage to warrant replacement, as the other impact points hadn't even penetrated past the second layer of the composite. "As for where I come from, well, I spent most of my time in Inverness city, so... I guess you could call it home?"<br><br>Climbing back down, she shut off the torch, examining the cuts she had made and the open holes that exposed the internal structure of her 'mech for a long moment, then stretched, both hands pressing against her lower back as she arched herself backwards for a moment, her skin glowing from a faint sheen of sweat caused by the heat of the welding torch and the large floodlights in the hangar. "And, for this thing.... would you believe that less than a year ago it would have looked at home in a construction yard, with a crane mounted on its back?"<br><br>She chuckled, then, with Shi's help as well as the use of the magnetic harness from the gantry crane, she eased the first replacement plate into place, the shiny grey looking out of place on the matte-black of the Mech's body. Before she turned on the welding torch, however, she unzipped her jumpsuit part-way, exposing more of her skin as well as hints of soft roundness before she once again bent to the task of repairing her machine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 22:14:10</strong>
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				Shizen smiled softly and noticed that her jacket was keeping her too warm, so she slid it from her shoulders and arms before resting it on the back of her seat. When she looked up she locked her eyes on the mechanic beauty who was currently gleaming in the light, though Shizen couldn't tell if it was her imagination or sweat. "I thought it looked familiar. The basic shape seems to be a crane mecha, but it just looks too unique to have been thought as it's origin," she says, unconciously licking her lips and gluping down what could have been a small level of drool for the curves of flesh within her arm's reach if she decided to stand up.<br><br>"When we're done with the plating on here, we should take a break and get something to eat," she says and notices a slight cool feeling between her thighs, noticing that she must have been thinking of something very private before and it soaked into her underwear. Fortunately, her jeans were covered by her tank top so the dampened spot was hidden for the moment, and she ground her hips into the slight buldge on her seat to get rid of the pent up thoughts. Her chest heaved slowly as she controlled her breathing to her best abilities, and her cleavage is clearly visible between the straps of her tank top but also where it curls down under her armpits to show some of her breasts from the side. <em>No, must concentrate...</em> she thinks to herself, locking one of the mech's arms in place as she uses the hand to get her medication from her jacket, popping a pill into her mouth and hoping that she can keep herself under controll for the next few minutes.<br><br>After half a minute of silence on her part, Shizen looks to Jal and locks the other arm in position while she's welding, sitting back and rubbing her hands together between her thighs, the damp spot had become wet and the thoughts running through her mind had began to take their toll. She clenches her fingers to her kneas while spastically looking torwards the clock, her eyes whimpering silently as she noticed that it would be more than four more minutes before the medication will begin to work. "Oh please..." she whispers to herself, her breathing beginning to increase for a moment before she puts both hands on her chest above her bossom. Her nipples were already hard and rubbing into her bra, and after resisting the urge to please them she unsnaps the bra and rests it on the back of her seat with her jacket, relieved at the cooled temperature on her chest. With that she sits back and lays her head against the seat, her eyes closed and her hands still at her kneas to keep them responsible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 22:25:37</strong>
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				Aren laughed coldly; he wasn't terrbly fond of this young man; and certainly didn't trust him. <br><br>"Excellent work Mhegan," Aren said, patting the young woman on the back, "Now, let's get him back to base, and into a holding cell." He clamped a pair of restraints on the man's arms, and sat him in the emergency seat located directly behind the pilot. The trip back to base was made in complete silence; the only sound was Aren's voice as they approached. "Open captain's hangar," he said quickly.<br><br>"Error: hangar doors malfunctoning," Yvette's soothing voice did nothing to allay Aren's frustrations.<br><br>"Fuck!" he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Fine, open primary hangar." As the giant doors opened slowly, Aren eased Gareth into an open slot, next to Jalith's mech, and what was left of Shiz's hound. Even with the slight damage to the shoulder, Gareth's red paint glistened under the artificial lights. "You always did cut an impressive figure, old friend," Aren said quietly as the cockpit hissed open.<br><br>"Well, Shiz, it would appear you have a lot of work to do," Aren said as he jumped from the cockpit, pushing the prisoner in front of him. "I have to go and dump this Daener in the hold, but after I do, I'll be here to give you a hand getting her back together. You two did a fantastic job out there today. You actually impressed me Jalith; you've earned my respect and it's good to know that Balix's spot on the team is well filled." He smiled, and walked toward the lift.<br><br>After dumping the young man into the hold, Aren appeared by Shiz's side again, smiling at her broadly. "How can I be of assistance, madame?" he said, grinning playfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 23:24:43</strong>
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				Jal just concentrated on finishing the welds on the replacement plates, the two replacement pieces of Torso armour forcing her to lie down on top of her 'Mech's carapace which caused practically everyone in the hangar to get a great view of her cleavage, and the fact that she didn't bother to wear a bra. Looking down at Aren, she smiled slightly. "Hope you're going to requisition some heavier plating, Cap. this six inch stuff needed to be triple-folded to get in line with the basic layer here."<br><br>She pointed at the section of plating that She and Shi were repairing, then went back to welding as Aren walked away, finishing the last weld and shutting down the welding torch. Pulling off her gloves and welding mask, she put them away where they belonged, then walked over to Shi. Frowning, Jal unbelted Shi from her 'Mech's endoskeleton helping her down to the ground. "You alright? you're looking rather flushed, to say the least."<br><br>A few moments later, Aren reappeared as Jal helped Shi sit down on one of the claw-toes of her Mech's right foot, the upbeat comment surprising her, though she only tensed her shoulders slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 23:43:24</strong>
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				He nodded at Jal, smiling. "Right, I'll put in a call to the general, and we'll have it by the morning," he said with a laugh, "What Shadows want, the Shadows get. Just tell me what size you need, and it's your's." He glanced at Hound and winced, turning to Shiz. "It's bad, but I've seen worse... you should've seen Max after the last miss-" he stopped, mind suddenly flashing to the new mission; he should be strategizing, but he didn't care at the moment. "We'll get her up and running again soon; just tell me what you need me to do." he patted the young woman's shoulder. <br><br>"What about you Jalith, can I help with anything?" he asked, smiling at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 00:01:21</strong>
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				Jal shook her head slightly, straightening. "Actually.... I was planning on upgrading my Machine with a high-angle MRM-40 rack and a heavy combat laser, but I don't have the parts to integrate them. Also, I need a new Mil-Spec GPS, with maps for the local area loaded, and feel free to tell the general that a two-to-one ratio of eighteen-inch plates to twelve-inch plates of Composite is ideal."<br><br>She chuckled, rapping her knuckles against the side of the Massive 'Quad Machine's leg. "As you can see here, I built this thing to take anything short of a direct thermonuclear blast, and even then, I think the frame and armour would survive."<br><br>She then knelt down next to Shi, snapping her fingers in front of the shorter pilot's face. "I think she's zoned out for the moment, Aren. Looks like she has everything fixed up, though, except for needing a new leg exoskeleton for her 'mech. According to the terminals, we're out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 00:43:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan flushed with pleasure from the praise, and unseen, ducked her head, smiling. Once the prisoner was restrained, she tagged the fallen mech and&nbsp; continued her trip across the battlefield. "I'll check the rest of the mechs for&nbsp; damage. We can use them for spare parts, or just tinkering if nothing else, sir."<br><br>&nbsp;With that, she sped off to search the rest of the battlefield, tagging each fallen machine and taking quick, but thorough scans to send back to the base. "Shizen, here's some scans and pics of the mechs we fought. You want any brought in first to use as parts?" The images were shot to the computer screen that faced Shizen's&nbsp; mech.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 05:32:22</strong>
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				[Shizen]<br><br>Shizen was more focused than spacing out, her eyes darting back and forth behind the visor that she had darkened, feeling more and more aroused with the passing moments of the attractive woman. She jumped and her visor flipped open to see her commander and Jal talking, images of the two embracing without clothing on and kissing each other passionately. Her hands clamp the sides of her skull before she leans forward with her elbows on her kneas, whimpering silently inside of her mind as her body begins to overheat, her folds releasing a little more of her juices into her underwear and causing her to close her legs from the embarrasment.<br><br>"I-I understand Mhegan," she whispers into the communication of her visor, glad that she had a distraction, jumping up and running to her room, almost slamming into the door before definately slamming it shut. "Start sending!" Shizen pants out of breath into the microphone, linking it into the main drive of her mech, being greated by the AI she took out. <strong>"You seem to have forgotten your medications,"</strong> Hound says as the ball of ports and wires releases some sound from the speakers, opening up a hatch at the top and showing her the screen, which was letting her view the statistics and occurances during and after battle. <strong>"Are you going to be needing a way to release?"</strong><br><br>"Shut it Hound!" she yells, the medication just another minute away though her self-control had been somewhat shattered. "Give me whatever you can, I want to see Jal and Mhegan in their combat suits side by side, I know that one of them at least had some fun even outside of combat," Shizen says and stradles a pillow with a towel wrapped around it, her pants already lost somewhere outside of her vicinity and her black panties at her ankles as she grinds against the only hard yet soft thing in the room other than herself. The images on the visor flashed here and there, scanning for moments before getting Mhegan's audio in her ears, biting her lower lip as she stifles what would have been a hard lust filled moan before her body seemed to be ignited on fire, falling backwards and panting hard with her thighs drenched and the pillow and towel hiding her private session.<br><br>[Prisoner]<br><br>There wasn't much he could do, other than wait out the rather short ride and sighing as he was brought in and had to wait through a short conversation. <em>Wow, they actually have skilled female pilots? Most of the others in the army don't even get to glance at empty casings used in combat from my side,</em> he thinks to himself before being lead off to the holding cell. "No warm blanket?" he asks and sneezes again, wiping his nose on his shoulder, noticably popping his shoulder slightly out of place to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 05:53:04</strong>
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				Jalith stood up, and frowned, then used a crane to move Shi's Mech into its gantry. "I'm going to go and check on her. I'll see you later."<br><br>Walking out of the hangar, she took the lift to the private quarters, and, neatly avoiding various pieces of red metal laying on the floor, she walked to the room that had its door shut, a faint moan echoing from inside. Knocking on the door she waited for several seconds, then opened the door in time to See Shi sit up on her bed, blanket wrapped about her from shoulders down. There was a faint, but definite musk in the room, like someone had been excercising profusely only very recently. "You alright? You tore out of the hangar like someone had lit your panties on fire."<br><br>Sitting down on the edge of the bed, her fingers found a towel hanging partly off the edge, and, pulling gently, she tossed it onto the floor, ignoring the faint stickiness of a damp spot in the middle of the towel. "Want to talk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 06:13:13</strong>
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				The knock on the door jolted her from the slight daze, realizing that she was half-naked and missing her pants she tripped over her own panties before grabbing the blanket on her bed and spinning around before sitting up, instinctively covering her entire body even with the shirt on. "Close the door Jal, I don't want the others to know," she whispers and drops her head, her short black and green hair sticking to her cheaks before her gaze looks back up. "I... I need to be on somewhat constant medications..." Shizen says before turning her gaze to look to Hound, knowing that if he had eyes that she would be stared back at with what she thought was dissapointment. "If I forget them, my body acts on the slightest whim of my mind. That... and... you're hot..." she says and then hears Hound nearby speaking up. <strong>"Her apparent temperature seems to be that of above normal for a human being her size and weight. Heat signatures at her arms and face show that she was handling a torch of some sort."</strong><br><br>"Shut it Hound!" she yells and throws a pillow at the ball of AI, watching it roll to the corner of the room, stuck next to her dresser. <strong>"I seem to have been moved."</strong> Shizen looks back to Jal and smiles weakly. "That's the real Hound, I took him out since he was almost destroyed in my first combat mission... and I haven't been able to find anything like him since..." she says before putting her hands on her face, leaning forward and exposing her rump to the wall and feeling some of her cum shift inside of her body. With a shudder her sits back. "It's nothing... realy..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 06:24:30</strong>
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				Jal smiled slightly, getting up to close the door and slipped the lock into place, then, looking around the room as she listened to Shi's Comments, as well as the Hound AI's 'witty banter', then moved back to the bed, and sat down next to Shi, resting her shoulders against the wall and loosely clasping both hands around one knee, which, naturally, squeezed her ample bosom together and inadvertently giving Shi the chance to see the hints of darker pink peeking from under the jumpsuit's edge. "So, you're on this medication to prevent you from... flying off the handle, right?"<br><br>She Smiled, sitting up slightly, and placed one hand on Shi's shoulder. "It's not my place to say this, Shi, but I think you need to hear it. Live your life as best you can. Don't be afraid to ask for help when you need it, even if you're afraid someone will think less of you. Besides, you could probably bed anyone you chose, given enough effort, so you're starting off with a good hand of cards already."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 06:35:16</strong>
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				Shizen's eyes glimmered from the compliment, her blush showing up as well as her medications begin to start working fully. The hand on her shoulder broke her from a string of sparkly lights which were distracting her, and she found herself kissing Jal on the lips, both of her hands cupping her teammate's neck and head as she leans forward to get more from the kiss. Before she fully got forward she quickly pulls back and curls up again, the blanket barely covering her legs. "I'm..." she starts and loses her train of thought before somewhat tackling Jal backwards onto the bed, kissing the woman's lips with a moan while cupping one of Jal's breasts through her suit, the other on her collar bone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 07:43:47</strong>
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				Aren looked around; the hangar was completely deserted. "Huh," he said in surprise, "They ditched me. I can't believe they ditched me." All of a sudden, in spite of the fact that he was the same age as the beautiful young women in the division, he felt old. They certainly didn't see him as a sexual being; he was nothing more than their CO, regardless of whether he wanted to be more or not. <br><br>"Fuck!" he shouted, kicking a nearby armor plate and sending it skittering across the floor of the hanger, where it crashed into a pile of debris. "Nice to know I'm something more than just a boss to these people." Frustrated, he walked back in the direction of his room, needing time to cool down. Mhegan, Jal, Shiz, Kiera, they all saw him as Captain Tobak first, and Aren the guy second. He wanted, just once, for them to see him as something else, something they wanted to be friends with; maybe even something they just wanted. As he walked down the hall towards his room, he absentmindedly banged the wall, and the various quarters doors, with his fist. His shoulders were slumped, his head was down; it was times like this he wished he could be just another pilot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 07:57:47</strong>
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				(((OOC: YIKES! Sorry for..being...away-ish guys, I got completely side tracked with another game that just got active again...forgive me for likely getting something wrong here, I've kind of fallen behind on the times)))<br><br>Keira, after piloting her mech into the hangar, kept herself as she dragged a large box back to her mech and simply disappeared atop the squatting machine. Everyone went about their business' as though she wasn't there, she was likley well hidden with her canopy access open hiding her slender body. Keira was finished with her targeting systems going out on her like they had during the recent attack. The wiring took longer than she had hoped, but with her temporary pause to watch her CO's outburst, she had a lot more on her mind. Her innocent nature kept her otherwise hidden from the truth of any statement, and she pondered what he had meant by 'more than just a boss'. She didn't know how else to assume her superior officer other than being her commander. He told her what to do and hopefully she lived long enough to do whatever she was told.<br><br>After finishing up the wiring, Keira was far-gone and frustrated enough she didn't want to test it out. She assumed for now it was going to work, for the sake of keeping self-doubt and any form of frustration beyond an angry stomp out of her life. Ying and yang, kind of thing, only more ying and less yang. Keira went up to the mess hall and nabbed herself a quick snack, before venturing back towards her quarters.<br><br>On the way, she heard a loud bang and thump ahead of her, and peeked around the corner of the hall to see Aren hitting the wall. She stepped out and walked up behind him, putting a piece of food(I'm thinking like...a bag of chips...lol) and chewing on it. She put her hand on her hip and cleared her throat. "<strong>Is the wall consorting with the enemy sir...</strong>" Keira smiled, offering her CO some food. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 08:04:20</strong>
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				Aren jumped, he hadn't expected anyone to be there. "I was interrogating it," he said, turning and smiling at her, taking a chip from the extended bag. "I'm sorry, Keira; I didn't mean for anyone to see that." He paused, then looked at her inquisitively. "You didn't happen to be in the hangar a few minutes ago, did you?" he asked, blushing slightly at his outburst. He hoped she hadn't heard it; it was quite out of line for a CO to say something like that, and he knew it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 08:17:32</strong>
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				Keira smiled at Aren sweetly and looked down at the floor as he took a chip. She didn't know exactly how to answer the question, for one she hated lying and made it a personal point to never lie to anyone, regardless. But then again she felt a sense of compassion and understanding for Aren. Everyone looked to him for answers and guidance, especially so when things got messy, and through it all he could never seem as though he was uneasy about a situation or he might risk losing control of his troops. "<strong>I was in the hangar, sir, but whatever you said out there is between us, I swear.</strong>" Keira gave Aren an assuring smile as she placed another chip in her hand and flicked it up into the air, catching it in her mouth. She winked. "<strong>I've always been able to do that, though I can't hit shit with attached guns unless I have a tracking system. Crazy world, huh.</strong>" She smirked, looking at the wall and giving it a playful punch. <br><br>"<strong>Sir, if you don't mind me asking, what did you mean...by what you said back in the hangar?</strong>" Keira asked curiously, tilting her head slightly to the side as her hand found its way back down to her hip. "<strong>I'm just curious, I mean if you have something on your mind, I'm an open-door type of person. Lay it on me sir.</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 08:31:50</strong>
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				He smiled; Keira was certainly a nice person, and someone he had never really gotten to know all that well. He gestured for the young woman to walk with him, and smiled, nodding. As she flipped the chip into her mouth, he applauded, laughing. "Very impressive," he said, smiling at her.<br><br>As the door to his quarters slid shut, Aren sighed, leaning against the wall. "What I meant in the hangar was that I watch all of you, you and Shiz and Mhegan, and now Jal, and even Max, and I see how well you guys get along. Then, when I try to join in, things get formal really quickly. I know I'm your CO, but I want to know you guys better, I want to be one of the group." His eyes shone, and he looked away, watching the snow slowly fall over the idyllic scene out his window. "I'm sorry Keira, I shouldn't trouble you with this kind of thing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 08:49:28</strong>
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				Keira followed Aren to his quarters and swiftly stepped inside as he closed the door. She walked slightly into the room, and turned back around, setting the bag down on a beside table, out of the way of anything, and made a mental note about cleaning it up before too long, littering in the commanders quarters was not a good thing, Keira reasoned. She instead simply put her arms behind her and locked her fingers, standing at ease. She didn't want too seem rude or anything, especially not to her commander.<br><br>As Aren spoke, Keira quickly moved her hands and crossed them under her breasts, brining her feet somewhat closer together and lazily leaning against the wall. She completely understood what he meant, though she hadn't gotten to know anyone else particularly well, she rarely did. A lot of people found her annoying, and most quickly voiced their opinions. Keira understood her never ending smiles and upbeat attitude may get on someones nerve, but to her everything was worth taking with a light heart, even combat. When it was your time, it was your time, though she took her duties seriously it was no reason to be uptight about it. Keira nodded and quickly stepped forward, putting her hand on Aren's shoulder. "<strong>Hey, its fine...err...sir. I mean, not sir, sir. No..I mean, you get what I mean, Aren.</strong>" Keira rolled her eyes at her bubbliness.<br><br>"<strong>Look, we all consider you a friend. And everyone here trusts you, we listen to what you have to say because your our commander, but we'd jump on a grenade for you because your our friend. We take the hard orders because your our commander, but we don't complain because your our friend.</strong>" Keira smiled, grabbing Aren's hand gently and giving it a firm squeeze. "<strong>Besides, most of my former commanders were no where as awesome as you. They either told me I'm a woman and I'm not allowed to fight, they looked at me as an asset, expendable to the end, or as some kind of toy they could just have sex with when lonely. But at least you care about us, and we care about you.</strong>" Keira very gently gave Aren a playful smack on the shoulder. "<strong>Plus, c'mon, everyone here likes you a lot. Well...maybe not Max, though I'm not sure he likes anything beyond crappy music and blowing things up, but I know I like you lots.</strong>" Keira giggled, tugging Aren towards the bed and forcefully, for the lack of a bette word, sitting herself and he down.<br><br>"<strong>So, you wanna be in our group, then you gotta talk. What do you wanna talk about?</strong>" Keira smirked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 17:16:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan nodded, sending&nbsp; Shizen the images, not knowing they were more than likely not being watched. "Shizen, if you don't mind, I'm going to drag in a few of the smaller mechs. Spyder can handle the weight and I want to look at their systems. The enemy always had decent molycircuitry and comp support, my Spyder baby can use some if they're intact." She fondly patted a consol.<br><br>&nbsp;Her mech skids to a halt beside one of the larger machines and Mhegan popped the hatch and leanded out to look at it. "Sypder, keep an eye out. I want to know if there's anything larger than a 10 kilo body on the IR or thermo. Full scan and record." She'd forgotten to close the link back to the base and Shizen's room as she hopped out&nbsp; to climb up in the snow. <br><br>&nbsp;The cameras kept a full recording, several trained on the small dark woman in the skintight bodysuit, and were transmitting her image along with what she was seeing through her eyes as well. Her body moved with a certain grace, lithe muscles showing under the thin, but tough fabric as she scrambled up a damaged arm to peer into the shattered chest. "Wow.. Hey, tell the new lady her mech kicks serious ass. She blew clear through this one. The pilot's nothing more than paste or carbon ash on the metal.&nbsp; Speaking of which, tap her and let her know if she wants any of these for parts. Some of these bigboys look like they got enough hanging between their legs she can make use of them."&nbsp; Mhegan was, of course, referring to the mech, thinking Jal might&nbsp; want to scavage parts from some of the enemy machines.<br><br>&nbsp;Something caught Mhegan's eye and she bend forward to lean into the opened chest cavity, giving&nbsp; Spyder and the cameras a perfect shot of her rear and legs. She tended to forget exactly <em>how</em> well the bodysuit was fitted to her. As close as a second skin in fit and comfort. If not for the color, an off gray/white, it might appear if she was almost nude. A hand stuck back up out of the crater, waving enthusiastically. "Hey.. HEY! Shiz!&nbsp; Spyder! Open channel, she has GOT to see this.. They got molycircuits and.. OHMYGODSIMINLOVE!! SHIZ, the new lady missed the computer core! We got a chance at an intact command core with current codes!"<br><br>&nbsp; Mhegan straightened and began dancing on the machine in joy. Uncaring of the&nbsp; display, some would say vulger, she weas giving with her bodysuit. An intact command computer code meant there was a chance they would be able to interecept and read enemy transmissions and data for awhile. A potentually valuable intelligence coup of sorts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 17:33:56</strong>
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				Jal was taken off-guard by Shi's sudden 'assault', for lack of a better term, the kiss alone was surprising to her, as, frankly, she had never experienced one before. Shi's small hands trying to hold her down as well as feel her up just added to her mix of confusion, concern, and, very faintly, arousal. Carefully, she gently pushed Shi back into a sitting position, sitting up again herself, but holding Shi in place as the brunette continued to try to get as close as possible. "Shi... wait."<br><br>Jal sighed, then hugged Shi to her, temporarily pinning the smaller pilot's arms as she whispered into Shi's ear, telling her a secret that caused Shi to pause, then nod, before moving more gently, as Jal's hands slowly rubbed Shi's back, working the tension out of her muscles before she stood, unzipping her jumpsuit completely and slowly peeled it off. The tough fabric had been lined with a much softer inner layer, allowing Jal to be almost entirely naked underneath, only wearing some light panties under the suit as she slipped the clothes off, causing Shi to practically drool with arousal.<br><br>Pulling her arms free first, she hugged her waist, then shrugged the suit off to her midsection, her large breasts still showing the firmness and pertness of youth, though the small steel barbels through each nipple showed that she didn't mind getting piercings in intimate locations as she turned, showing off her unscarred back to Shi as she shimmied her hips slightly, the jumpsuit falling to the ground as she returned to the bed, wearing only her panties as she sat down next to Shi and let the smaller pilot explore as she wanted.<br><br>In the corner, unharried by human needs, but curious nonetheless, Hound's AI core popped a camera up from its housing, recording the entire display for archiving as it also recorded Mhegan's message to Shi.<br><br>In the hangar, Jal's 'Mech, its own, comparatively ancient computer, took the message left for Jal and sent an automatic message back to Spyder.<strong> 'I am sorry, but Jalith is currently out of her office of fire control. Your message has been received and will be relayed at the earliest opportunity.'</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 18:41:32</strong>
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				Aren smiled at her, resting his hand on the bed next to her as she forced him down onto the bed. "Well," he said, thinking, "I don't really know. What do you want to know?" He rose from the bed, a thought crossing his mind. "Hey, do you like jazz?" He punched buttons on the keyboard on his computer, and within moments, the soft tones of Louis Armstrong had filled the room. <br><br>"Anyway," Aren said, turning and smiling at Keira, "What do you want to know about me? I'm an open book."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 20:05:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;When Mhegan finally stopped dancing, she jumped off the mech to run to climb back into her's. "Spyder, Launch all the working drones and keep an eye and ear out. I'm going to pull the comp core and take it back in the drone bay. It's too valuable to leave out here for the weather to ruin. Army Intelligence will want to look it."<br><br>&nbsp;She moved the mech over onto the fallen machine. The front legs resting on the hips, the back on the ground, the head leaning down into the open cavity so the headlighhts could illuminate the opening. Once the mech was in place, she climbed out, with a portable toolkit and cutting torch in hand as she went back into the cratered mech's chest. It took nearly an hour of intense work for her to seperate the computer core from the mech's innards and the undamaged molycircuitry. <br><br>&nbsp;By the time it was done, the sun was definately going down. The core was stored away securely in the drone bay. Then climbing back into her&nbsp; mech, Mhegan finsihed the battlefield&nbsp; check, tagging the rest of the mech. <br><br>&nbsp;Back at the base, she settled her mech into it's hanger and popped her cockpit. "What the fu.. Spyder, where is everyone? Isn't anyone watchign the sensors?" She asked, seeing no one at all. The various damaged mech were parked, some in partially dismanteled for repair. <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>The others are occupied in their quarters. Base defences are on automatic.</strong> Spyder replied,&nbsp; as it switched off it's systems. Mhegan's AI, unlike Shizen's, was built into the mech. It was capable of handling an immense amount of battlefield data, but was large enough it was ackward to carry with it's own internal power source, EM shielding and communication apparatus.<br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan growled. "Fine. Keep the drones out, I'm going to use a towmech and drag in a few of the damaged enemy ones. SOMEONE needs to do a post battle check. This wasn't a random attack, they were after something and I don't want more to sneak up on us. The last thing we need is another attack." She slapped the side of her machine as she climbed down. Quickly she mounted the large mech they used for towing back battle damaged mech. It was idiot simple. A large plain mech, built for stength and steadiness, and not speed. It was strong enough to tow two of the largest mech in a heavy trailor. <br><br>&nbsp;She fired&nbsp; the towmech up and headed out to start retrieving the ones she had decided where the most valuable, since she hadn't had any reply from anyone in the base. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 21:21:07</strong>
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				Shizen didn't know what to think of the secret, though the sight of her roommate stripping for her made her discard her visor, the images already saved into Hound's systems. "Jal..." she whispers and watches as the combat suit reveals more and more of her covetted squad member. When she could see the uninjured skin on Jal's back, Shizen crawled from her bed and to the stripping woman, pulling her to her chest and pushing her shirt covered breasts into Jal's back. "You know that you don't have to..." Shizen whispers and then begins to kiss Jal's neck, her hands running from her shoulders around to her stomach, just softly loving the first woman she's chosen to be with while on medications.<br><br>Shizen's body wasn't over-heated anymore, but it was still rather warm to the touch. She didn't want to remove her shirt because of the few scars that she sustained during both training and her first mission out on the feild. "I just don't want this to be something you would regret if you're having those feelings," she whispers again and pulls her arms up to be hugging Jal from behind, pushing Jal's breasts up as well and feeling them somewhat overflow her arms from the hug.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 21:40:36</strong>
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				Jal smiled, turning slightly to gently hug Shi's head. "I don't have to, but, perhaps I ~want~ to. That's the difference."<br><br>She chuckled, her cool skin a counterpoint to Shi's overly heated self "Just do what you want to, but stop if you feel uncomfortable, okay?" Her fingers played through Shi's hair, distracting the pilot for a moment, then she led Shi to the bed, sitting Shi down on it, then sitting down herself, still clad in only her undergarment.<br><br>She smiled again, letting Shi's fingers explore, soon finding the bullet scar above her navel, the only easily apparent blemish upon her skin as she closed her eyes, letting Shi's hands continue their wandering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 22:04:00</strong>
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				Shizen followed to where they were lead, laying Jal on her back before running her hands up and down her stomach and bossom, though once she noticed the bullet wound she couldn't help but smile slightly, bending forward and brushing her shirt and breasts against Jal's thighs while she kisses and licks the scar. Once she's had enough, she sits up and removes her shirt, her breasts also perky but at one cup size lower than Jal's being a pair of soft yet firm C's with both nipples firm nubs from the earlier arousal and teasing. At the moment she wasn't going for sex, more of just pleasing without any wanted penetration. "Would you be alright with me tasting you?" she whispers up, her hands finding the pair of breasts above her head and softly massaging them. With a soft squeeze she pulls the breasts apart to look between them at her partner in this action of attraction, sliding up and licking one of her nipples before suckling on it softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 22:19:02</strong>
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				Jal sighed softly, the pleasure soothing her tense muscles as Shi's lips explored from her navel to her bosom, until she opened her eyes to look at Shi as the brunette wrapped her lips around a pierced nipple and gently sucked upon it. "Only a little, okay?"<br><br>Her own hands slid out, following the contours of Shi's flanks, her long fingers and smooth fingernails gently running along from shoulder to hip and back up while her eyes were pulled to the screen, which Showed Mhegan's practically painted-on backside and legs sticking out of a holed enemy heavy, the image having been paused and zoomed in enough by Hound's AI to show off the scout pilot's outer folds through her thin garments. "Perhaps... you should get some rest after this, okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 22:49:07</strong>
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				Keira nodded absentmindedly as Aren stood up and walked up his computer. Keira ran her hand through her hair as she shook her head, causing her pony tail to jump from side to side. She smiled as Aren turned on the music, she hadn't ever really listened to Jazz but she liked it much better than a certain style of music she often heard over the comms. Her bright smile widening, Keira pondered exactly what she would ask Aren, swhe didn't want to seem too curious but she also didn't want him to get the feeling she would be holding back or feining interest.<br><br>"<strong>Hmmm, well...lets see here.</strong>" Keira chuckled, leaning backwards slightly on the bed, supporting herself with both hands. "<strong>Well I guess the obvious question, what do you like in a woman?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 23:07:57</strong>
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				Shizen nods before releasing the pierced nipple, swirling her tongue around both the flesh and metal then heading to the other nipple and suckling on it for a few moments. "Tell me if there's anything you want," she coos up as she begins to slide down, her hands twitching from the feel of Jal's fingers on her body, her breath beginning to become heavy as she kisses and nibbles down Jal's stomach before reaching her shaved mon, licking the bare skin and then smiling as she looks up to Jal again, savoring the taste. "I'll be sure to, though I won't want to go to sleep."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 23:14:01</strong>
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				Jal smiled, then moved a finger, stopping Shi's downward motion just short of the apex of her still bepantied folds, despite Shi's efforts to roll them down with her tongue. "I said rest, not sleep."<br><br>She moved her hand again, stretching slightly, but finding and slowly rubbing Shi's right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, the added stimulation causing the brunette to squirm slightly, before the communication logs 'Pinged' Loudly, distracting both women. Jal, the mood lost, just groaned and rolled her eyes. "Of all the luck... Your message, I bet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 23:31:15</strong>
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				"Can we resume this later?" Shizen asks while moaning and sliding back up, licking Jal's lips and almost pouting as the ping returns, this time an echo from both Hound and her visor. She groans and somewhat wished that she didn't try to repress herself with the medications. "I would realy enjoy it," she whispers before grinding her bare mon into Jal's, feeling the fabric and wishing that she had a member to push into her body, though stopping in thought for a moment and wondering if that was weird or just what other women have thought about when in the midst of something so intimate.<br><br>Within a minute her body is clothed again, though only with her 'pajamas' since she didn't feel like getting into anything restrictive at the moment. "Before you go," Shizen says with a soft smile, her aroused blush currently stable but yet not fading. "Do you think I would look good with piercings like yours?" she points to Jal's breasts and crosses her legs on the bed, the visor on her ears and forehead before she would answer the message, looking to Hound who still was recording the interaction. "And are you alright with Hound recording us before? I'll delete it if you aren't alright with it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 23:41:09</strong>
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				Jal paused, picking up her jumpsuit as she stood in the middle of the room, thinking. "I don't know if you'd look good or not, regarding piercings, Shi. It's up to you if you want them, because they do prevent things like Sex for weeks until they heal."<br><br>She smiled, pulling on her gear and zipping the jumpsuit up to just below her bosom, then shot a glare at Hound. "And, unless Hound asked permission, which he didn't, I'll have to ask you to delete the recording, Shi. Privacy laws and all that. I'll see you after you get a few hours of rest, okay?"<br><br>Unlatching the door, she slipped outside into the hallway, and closed the door behind her, closing her eyes and shaking her head, wondering what the week would be like if she was crazy enough to bunk with someone who clearly was ruled by their hormones. Sighing to herself, she headed back to the Hangar, and climbed into her 'Mech, tapping a code into the computer to let her listen to all the messages. A moment later, she couldn't help but laugh at the message she had been left, and shook her head, before toggling comms to Mhegan.<br><br>"This is Jal. Heard you got some loot that made you very happy. I'll come out and help you drag off the prize pieces if you want." She then throttled up her 'mech, heading back out into the bliazzard, her machine moving slightly stiffly due to the lubricants partly gelling in the cold air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 00:05:35</strong>
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				"You heard her," Shizen says to Hound with a sigh, hoping that there was something else to brighten her day. "Play the message on my visor." With the visor on her eyes, she lays back and rests her hands on her stomach, suprised at the image of Mhegan bending forward and viewing her rump and almost painted on suit before finding her right hand under her baggy bottoms before slapping it with her other hand. "Bad hand, not there." She scolds it, pulling it to her chest and letting it massage her shirt instead.<br><br>"Hey.. HEY! Shiz!&nbsp; Spyder! Open channel, she has GOT to see this.. They got molycircuits and.. OHMYGODSIMINLOVE!! SHIZ, the new lady missed the computer core! We got a chance at an intact command core with current codes!"<br><br>That was enough to make Shizen jump from her bed and run to the hangar, though making it halfway out the door before changing into her builder's outfit, which housed more protection than the fire assistant cloth she was wearing. "Hound, you're coming with me," she says, getting an <strong>'Eep!'</strong> from the AI as she picks it up in both hands and carries the ball on her shoulder, jogging out to the hangar and then remembering that Hound's body has been in the midst of repairs. "Oh... yeah."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 00:16:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan had already drug back several of the smaller ones and was coming back with 4 more. Two small ones piled in the front of the trailor, with a medium filling the rest and another medium tied to the back and being dragged half on the ground and half on the trailor. "Hey Jal. Sorry about not remembering who you where. I got some good parts. Molycircuitry and at least one intact command computer core from a heavy you blasted. There are also some other goodies you might want. I'd like to get as many in before the sun goes down and the blizzard hits fully. Army Intelligence will want a crack at the core at least. We haven't had good luck getting intact cores." <br><br>&nbsp;Her towmech stomped out of a swirl of snow only a few hundred meters from the base. She waved at Jal as the large mechs passed. "I tagged all of them for easier retrieval and Spyder is keeping my eyes aloft for any more intruders. I'll drop these ones off and be back out in 20 minutes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 00:30:46</strong>
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				Jal chuckled slightly, her Mech's main cannon bobbing slightly as her machine walked past, a black mountain of metal compared to the lighter and squared-off lines of the tow 'mech. "Well, one thing I can say for using a gun as big as what I have is that it only takes one or two hits to take one down, instead of a full ammo carousel."<br><br>"I snagged a winch before I left this time, so I can pick up a few, but some parts might be left behind on the drag." She tapped her 'Mech's secondary screen, picking out pings on the reader, and aimed for the furthest out. "Oh, Mhegs? I didn't know that your 'mech liked the view of your butt that much."<br><br>She laughed, and accelerated her machine, aiming for the ruined hulks of the three heavies that had been shot up earliest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 00:42:02</strong>
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				Shizen was already finished with hooking up Hound to himself, chuckling slighlty as she remembers that Aren keeps calling Hound a girl. With the welding torch in hand, she resumes repairing the legs, cutting out plates here and there to allow the mobility she needs. "Mhegan, do you have any light weight yet moderately durable legs out there? I'm in the need for a pair since what I'm stripping out are rather... well, crap is the right term for this one," she says into the visor, knowing that Hound had patched her through already. "Oh, and if you're wondering, Hound's a perv."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 00:43:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;She paused, startled by the nonsequitor from Jal. "Huh? My butt..?" As her brow furrowed, Spyder, hellpfully threw up the image in question and Jal could hear an outraged squeal over the comm line. "SPYDER!!" Her face was a dark crimson under her naturally dark complexion.<br><br>&nbsp;The hanger doors open as Mhegan dragged the damaged mechs into the large open bays. Her blush having faded mostly. "UUmm.. there might be. The specs are different, so it's chance&nbsp; there might be one you can use." <br><br>&nbsp;She disconnected the trailor and used the large machine's arms to unload the damaged mech onto the floor. Placing them in a sitting position, before swinging around ponderously to back up to the trailor. Then the small woman climbed out to hitch it back up properly. Giving Shizen a wave while she kicks the hitch back on, having again forgotten&nbsp; how she looked in&nbsp; the bodysuit. "Shizen, I got the computer core stashed in Spyder's drone bay. Can you take it out and get it ready for&nbsp; examination? I'd like to get a shot at it before Intelligence get's their mitts on it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 00:57:51</strong>
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				Jal snickered, then, pulled on a headset, and the thermal blanket, cursing her lack of gloves as she stopped her 'mech at the tangled heap of 'mech remains, including Shi's legs and right arm in the pile.<br><br>Climbing out, collecting the winch, and then reefing on the winch's cable for a few moments, she pulled the braided steel cord around ankles, wrists, and less-damaged components, then hooked the winch back up to her 'mech, allowing her to drag the entire tangled pile in one mass.<br><br>Climbing back into her Blessedly heated 'mech, she toggled her Comms again. "Got that pile of heavies I cored earlier, as well as your mech's legs, and arm, Shi. Looks like most of the bits are salvageable, though I wouldn't want to be in the cockpit I blasted. Oh, and Mhegs? Nice butt."<br><br>She laughed into the comms at the annoyed huff coming from the tow 'mech as it moved out, while Jal moved to the next tagged heap of parts on the way back to the base.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 07:39:37</strong>
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				Aren turned back to her, blinking in surprise. The question caught him somewhat off-guard. "Well... umm... let's see... I love brunettes, they have to have a good sense of humor and appreciate good music... and their smile... has to be... " Aren trailed off momentarily, losing himself in Keira's smile, "Beautiful," he said after a moment, smiling back at her. His hand absentmindedly fell against her leg, brushing it gently as he spoke. His eyes fixed on hers, and he spoke softly. "What do you look for in a man?" he asked quietly, a smile on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 18:27:01</strong>
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				"Roger Mhegan," Shizen speaks into the visor again, finished with the bracers on her skeletal legs she turns off the torch and then checks the diagnostics on the legs, knowing that since they are the only things that she realy would need to have in use at the moment since the arms won't be bearing the entire load on their own. "Hound is semi-operational, AI intact and breathing," she calls over the comm channel, getting a nice view of Mhegan's body again and enjoying the fact that she's on medication for the moment. Afterall, the metal floor is awefully cold during winter.<br><br>Hound walks over to the pile of mechanical parts, shifting out legs and arms here and there with the skeleton and braced legs being the only things that need the parts. With a few in one arm, Shizen pilots over to the bay and takes the AI from it's holdings before walking the mech back to the repairs, tapping her visor to tap into the channel again. "Mhegan, I thought I was intelligence," she pouts while looking to the skin-tight clothed woman in her sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 18:34:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan got the trailor hitch back on and climbed back into the cockpit of the towmech. Firing it up, she carefully turned it around, opened the hanger doors&nbsp; and headed back out into the gathering darkness and snow. As she headed out, she gave Shizen a wave, pointing at her mech. "Spyder, let Shizen poke around in the drone bay if she wants. She's smart, maybe she and Hound can dig something out before the Army Intelleigence goons get here."<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Affirmative. Shizen is allowed to 'poke' in my drone bay</strong> Spyder replied.<br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan rolled her eyes. "The core, Spyder. The Core. She can look at the computer core. Say.. why'd you show that shot of me anyways?" She asks, clanking&nbsp; out of the hanger.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>This?</strong> The close up of her butt flashed in her optics. <br><br>&nbsp;"Yeah, that. What the hells where you thinking?" The engine roared as she gassed it, climping faster on the frozen snow covered ground.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>It was to get the attention of&nbsp; the recipiant.</strong><br><br>&nbsp;"What?! What the HELLS do you mean? UUUurrgggg! I'm going to give you a check up when I get done hauling in the scrap. There must be something wrong with you." Mhegan grumbled.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Are you going to install the dild-</strong><br><br>&nbsp;"SHUT UP!" She screamed, breaking into her AI's question. Unseen, her face was flaming red. "Just shut it!" While she was arguing with her AI over the open line, she turned the heater down and let a window open a crak to let in cooler air so she could cool down from her embarassment. Jal's comment about her butt didnt help her frame of mind.<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 18:45:35</strong>
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				Jal snickered, having heard most of Mheg's conversation with her AI due to a certain AI's penchant for using open channels, as she stopped her 'mech at the second heap of wrecked 'mechs, this pile having been savaged by the Base's turrets. Toggling her comms, she spoke into the mic at the base of her helmet. "At the second pile, Megs. If you don't hurry up there might not be anything left for you to collect. It's also gotten damn cold; better make sure the bearings in the joints don't freeze up."<br><br>Climbing out of her 'mech again, she walked back along the line of heat sinks in her 'mech's spine, the hot air blowing up from them warming her feet as she collected the portable winch and began wrapping cable around salvageable parts, mostly severed limbs and torsos, until she had only twenty feet of cable remaining. Moving back to her 'mech, she wedged the Winch into a secure place that wouldn't bend or shift; namely the artillery cannon's main platform, then climbed back up onto her 'mech to get back into the cockpit. "Alright; two loads in one. returning to base. Oh, if Shi's on the line, I picked up her 'mech's old legs, so maybe that'll help."<br><br>Slowly turning her 'mech, she headed back towards the main base, forced to rely on her compass and a nav beacon's ping due to the heavy snowfall and rapidly-gathering darkness. Her 'mech's speed was hampered greatly by the mass it was dragging, four crippled heavy 'mechs were not light by any stretch of imagination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 18:57:16</strong>
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				"Hey!" Shizen yells into the open channel when she heard Spyder saying that it was to get her attention, or believing that's what it meant. Sure it got her attention, but that was something she thought was somewhat of a secret between her and Hound. <em>Wait...</em> she thinks to herself and glares at her optics in the mech, seeing an animated puppy running around the screen, showing that Hound was online. "Dammit Hound," she mutters to the mech, knowing that at least Hound kept most of their conversations private.<br><br>When Jal told Shizen about the findings of her legs, Shizen coos into the channel to joke a little. "Oh my knight in heavy armor is coming to give me my legs back," she calls into the open channel, giggling to herself before tapping a few keys and bringing her internal mech's camera onto the screen. "Jal, they were shot off too close to the joint. If they can be repaired they will be as weak as the legs i'm barrowing from the pile for the moment, and that won't do well in combat. You can keep them if you want to, they'd be usable for bracers or to cover lightly armored joints, possibly add some stealth to your mech as well." With that she turns off the private channel and resumes checking out the AI she's scrounging through, watching as Hound sniffs around the area before barking, having found a 'buried' file under a few firewalls and four passwords. With a flick to the open channel again, she happily declares her favorite computer related past-time: Treasure hunting. "Yarrr ye mateys. I has found me a treasure buried beneath passcodes and firewalls!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 19:12:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;Face still red, she nodded. "Got it. I'll pick up the scrap. This'll be the last load tonight." Checking a screen, she headed to one of the closer remaining mech.&nbsp; Reaching it, she climbed out and used the winch to hook the cables around the arms and a weapons mount. She pulled the thick cable tight, then tightened it and with some swearing, pulled the mech up onto the trailor. <br><br>&nbsp;It was dark and cold enough, Mhegan didn't bother securing it and immediately climbed back into the cockpit. Her bodysuit kept her warm, even in the bitter cold, but her face hadn't been covered and the cold was beginning to seep into her fingers and toes and making her nipples tight.<br><br>&nbsp;She secured the hatch, cranking the heater and with a lurch, headed back towards the hanger. Hoping she'd have warmed up enough by then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 19:37:32</strong>
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				Jal's Mech loomed out of the blizzard and darkness like some eldrich monolith to a god of war, the dull red glow coming from the cockpit's v-shaped screen making it look even more horrifying to those not versed in military combat. Lurching slightly due to the hydraulic fluid in the joints being extremely chilled, and thus turgid, the black-painted machine walked into the Hangar, still dragging the pile of 'mechs and parts it had salvaged.<br><br>Moving into the Hangar, and turning the 'mech's engine up to full power to re-heat the fluid in the joints, she dragged the pile of parts to the already-there pile, just as Mheg arrived with her load of metallic bits and pieces. Toggling her comms, she climbed onto her 'mech's back. "Hey, Mheg. Wanna help sort out the pile I brought back? Also, Shi? In case you haven't noticed, you 'mech can ~ride~ mine; I doubt you have enough stealth paneling in the entire base to even coat a third of mine."<br><br>She Chuckled, then pulled the Winch free, and set it to auto-retract, letting the winch whip about the pile of 'mech parts as it pulled its cable back into its frame. She then tapped her comm again. "Oh; do we have any matte black paint? I want to cover up the new armour on the leg, and torso so it matches the rest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 19:38:10</strong>
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				As Keira and Aren sat, chatting idly, Yvette's computerized voice interrupted the conversation. "Captain Tobak, Mhegan has returned, and she has sent word of retreiving a computer core from a mech. She has also sent this," The image of the pilot's butt flashed onto his screen, causing Aren to blush slightly, crossing his legs to hide his obvious arousal at the image. "Well," he said, turning to Keira with a broad smile, "Should we go help her? Or just let Jalith and Shiz deal with it for now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 19:50:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have enough to cover your cannon and the front plates of your mech for sure," Shizen retorts before showing her a diagram of how that would be able to suit her mech, like when resting in one of the caves where Shizen trains, and also for alot of other places where the front of her mech and the cannon would be the only things visible to the enemy, though not with stealth plates. "Hey," She calls onto the comm to Aren and props him with the video of her inside of her small mech. "Do we have any firebreakers left? The AI we have has a few firewalls that need to be broken through. Oh, and the first password prompt is 'direct order', any idea what it means?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 19:56:37</strong>
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				Jal picked up the diagram, looking at it for a long moment. "It might work, until you remember that I'm sitting on top of a row of heatsinks that all go to full exhaust every time I fire the main cannon, and thus show up as a beacon on IR." She smiled, taking the sting out of the comment, then looked at the pile of parts in the middle of the hangar. "Oooh! A brand-new ARM-12 rack!"<br><br>Hopping off of her 'mech, she walked over to the torso-mounted missile rack, examining it carefully. "Hey, Shi; want a missile rack that can cause a LOT of damage?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 19:57:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan pulled in behind Jal, carefully backing the trailor to a empty place by a wall. The hanger door groaned, closing against the wind, snow and darkness. She climbed out of the cockpit and onto the trailor. She carefully lowered the end of the trailor. The damaged mech sliding out to lay aganst the wall. The hooks were releaded and she wound the cable back up, checking they were stored correctly. <br><br>&nbsp;As she worked, she nodded. "Yeah. I'll help do a quick sort of the parts. I don;t thonk it'd be possible to stealth your machine. It's energy signature is enormouse.&nbsp; But first we got to do a nasty duty. We need to clean out the cockpits of these things." The thought of removing the corpses in the dead machines was sobering. Knowing that there were once living people piloting them. They were the enemy, but they'd been alive earlier in the day. <br><br>&nbsp;The dark haired woman sighed as she parked the towmech, grabbed a facemask, apron, gloves, arosol cans and several body bags, and approached the first&nbsp; machine. A large heavy with a smashed head and several large holes in the chest and side. A victem of Jal's gun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 20:08:23</strong>
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				"Well there is the fact that at least you'd be invisible to radar from that direction until you start firing, which is enough to put you in an advantageous position before combat starts," Shizen tells Jal through the mic, hearing the somewhat squeal before poking her head from the hatch for Hound, looking at the rockets and then back to the pitons on her mech. <em>That would keep me from losing parts, and let me take out heavies without needing to use my blades...</em> she thinks to herself, resting her elbows on the rim of the hatch and her chin on her hands. <em>Though stealth would be diminished and my ability to skirmish through areas would be drastically deterred. Though if we're ambushed again it would come in handy.</em> "I'll take it," she says happily and drops down from her hatch after disconnecting Hound from the AI. "I can get it as a quick loader so it'll be changed out quickly," she says still happily, beginning to attach the legs that she got scavenged for her to Hound, glad that she doesn't have to strip anything from these and enjoying the slight welds here and there, not even caring for the fact that lives have been vanquished in the process of both the assembly and destruction of her mech. It wasn't her fault that the units she came across weren't skilled enough to take her out, though it was her fault to be the one who consciously would intercept them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 20:19:23</strong>
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				Jal nodded, then paused, looking at Mhegan for a few moments. "I'll tag the launcher for you, Shi. But I'll be helping Meg clean out what's left of these cockpits, first."<br><br>Walking over to the second scout pilot, she took a spare facemask and gloves from the wall, first, then poked her head into the shattered Ruin of the 'Mech she had decapitated. "Ugh... We'll need a squeegee for this one. Or a flamethrower."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 20:32:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan's face was pale under her complexion. She hald a hand over her mouth when Jal peered into one. "Yeah. The messy part of war. Check if there's anything salvagable, then just burn it out." <br><br>&nbsp;She clambered up the mech she'd chosen to pop the hatch. Luckily for her, the pilot inside was in one piece, if dead. She climbed in, releasing the straps to pull the bodybag over the head and shoulders as she worked it down to secure it. Then quietly cursing, the small women worked the limp body out of the cockpit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 20:39:36</strong>
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				She offers a cursory examination of the ruined cockpit, not at all surprised that the entire unit was completely scrapped, and nothing was worth trying to pull out. "Nah, this one is a dead hulk."<br><br>Walking over to the Fire-based Cleaning unit, She shrugged the tank onto her back, hunching somewhat under the weight, then lifted the flamethrower's spitter wand and lit the pilot light. "Fire in the hole!" Walking back to the shattered ruin she set the wand to its widest dispersion and filled the entire ruined cockpit with flames, the stench of flesh cooking off of hot metal filling the hangar for a few moments before the flamethrower cleared what little remained of the former person inside.<br><br>Pulling her mask off, Jal sighed, then dug into a pocket of her coveralls, and pulled out a hand-rolled smoke, which she lit using the flamethrower's pilot light, before shutting off the 'thrower. Taking a slow drag of the cig, she walked over to Mheg and offered it to her. "It'll help. Trust me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 20:47:32</strong>
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				There's probably a reason why Shizen didn't every do the internal scavenging, mostly because whenever she attacks with her blades she knows that it's alot bloodier inside than shown outside of it. She accidentally drops a latcher and hears it thud against the floor, glad that her foot wasn't under it. <em>I just can't wait until this war is over,</em> she thinks to herself, wanting to just go home and live with someone she cares about, or who cares about her. <em>James... you'd at least put up with me without meds.</em> The thought of her first and only boyfriend caused her to sigh in reflection as she turns off the torch, pressing her shoulder into the metal and remembering when he took her in the cockpit of his mech. <em>Please live through this James... I want to show you that I've grown.</em> she thinks one more time, snapping from her daydream to realize that she was pressing her chest to the plating and pushing her waist out as if someone was running a hand between her thighs. With a slight blush she resumes the repairs, already finished with one leg plate and the sheild generator inside was fully functional.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 20:51:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;She was pale and sweating when she got the body out on the floor and willingly took the smoke. Taking several puffs, she handed it back. Running fingers through her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 20:55:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The semi-illicit smokeable substance in the cig almost immediately calmed nerves, relaxing and mellowing the two smokers out as Jal zipped the bodybag shut, then moved to the third destroyed 'mech, another victim of her 'mech's cannon.<br><br>"I'm not sure, but I think this is the one you were so happy about, right?" She looked over at Mheg, offering her a second puff from the cig after taking one herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 21:00:39</strong>
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				Shizen stopped her repairs for a moment and looks up to the two smokers, returning to the repairs by attaching the first plate on the other leg, knowing that the arm repair would be the most tedious and difficult to do. "Hound, feel like starting repairs on the arm?" she asks, looking up to the now external ball of AI who flashes a screen up to show a thumbs up in 8 bit. "Use the ceiling crane for it, and don't move the legs." After the crane from above begins to set and then torch the plates into place, Shizen resumes repairing her mech, glad that since there's not much on it that the entire thing could be put together with one machine and one human if needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 21:04:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan nodded. The drugs easing her nausea and nervousness. She took another drag before heading to another mech. "Yeah. It is. I got some molycircuitry from it. If the rest are in as good condition, we'll be able to use them in ours."&nbsp; She scrambled up onto the chest of the mech, bending forward to pop the cockpit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 21:08:54</strong>
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				Jal climbed up after Mheg, one hand moving from Mheg's backside up to her shoulder to help steady herself as the 'mech shifted slightly under their weight. "Well, I bet the interior will be as clean as the other one I shot to crap, but the small 'mechs are even worse. I saw one take a hit that left it as nothing more than arms and legs."<br><br>Looking into the interior of the ruined 'mech she was proven right; what little of the pilot had survived the impact and explosion of the heavy cannon's shell had been ripped apart by shrapnel and painted all over the interior of the cockpit so the instruments that were still working in the darkness all had a faintly pink sheen. "Eew. Here."<br><br>She handed over the last third of the Cig, the non-addictive relaxant being more useful for Mheg's rattled nerves than Jal's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 21:23:43</strong>
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				With the last leg plate that she could reach in place, Shizen heads over to the terminal and checks to see if they have any quick loaders in stock, finding none. "Hound to base, Hound to base. Hound is going hunting, want me to bring back something for you guys?" she asks over the open communications channel for the base, which came out as an echo for her and the hangar. The term 'hunting' is used to basically say that one of the mechs is going on a run to the town nearby for some extra parts that can't be found by the military, and since Shizen never buys anything more than what she needs except for the few outfits that she has in the closet, she has enough money on her to buy an entire new M-77 gun and enough power to last a seige that spans over four days. <em>On second thought, that sounds like a good idea if I hook it up into Hound in a smaller mech...</em> she thinks to herself and climbs into her mech's seat, typing out a small grocery list for herself. "The engine has been recharged, so when the storm is over I can get back with the parts or items we want or need that haven't been found in the scavenging."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 21:38:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;She gripped the edge of the cockpit as the mech shifts. Glad for the hand on her shoulder. She was mellow enough that she didn't think anything of the hand that had started on her bottom. Mhegan took the cig, puffing quickly as she climbed into the crater, using damp cloths to wipe the paste off the instruments. She took her time, breathing through her mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;The small woman worked as quickly as she could. Letting her eyes be unfocused as she works. "I think we can use some of this stuff for spare parts, or we might rebuilt some new mech from what's here. That might give us some flexibility in the missions we have, plus it'll give us extra mech in case ours are damaged or destroyed." She stuck her head out of the crater. "Hey, Jal, Shizen! What do you think of that? Think we can make a couple of spare machines out of this scrap?" <br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;Shizen's announcement brings her head back out of the crater as she had ducked back into it. "Yeah. Some cheese and different alcohol than beer. Maybe a new selection of movies."<br>&nbsp;From Mhegan's position, Jal would have an excellent view of&nbsp; Mhegan's breasts, the faint bump of her nipples and over her back the curve of her rump.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 21:43:00</strong>
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				Jal looked up, and shouted over to Shi. "Bring back some real food, eh? MREs can kiss my perky ass. Also, see if you can find a large combat laser." Unbuckling the flamethrower's tank, she set it down in a crater in the mech's chest, before returning her attention to the interior of the 'mech.<br><br>She then looked down and, grinning, deliberately flicked Mheg's nipples like a pair of toggle switches, causing the tanned woman no end of embarassment as Jal stuck her head and upper torso into the Ruined cockpit, looking up at a perfect condition Mil-spec GPS. "Oooh, I'm claiming the GPS. Hopefully it's a plug-and-play model."<br><br>Reaching up, she cleaned off the GPS's case and screen, then tugged gently, sliding the unit out, before falling backwards into the cockpit, landing on Mhegan's lap. "Um... Oops?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 21:50:38</strong>
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				"Hunts get the runner paid back so yah know," she says over the com link and into the hangar, running diagnostics quickly and pulling Hound into the back of the mech, where the currently empty ballistics case use to be. <em>Actually, having rockets for this instead of a gun would be alot easier for carrying, though less appealing to the rest of the group,</em> she thinks to herself as she tests the skimmers she installed, then the leg sheilds, then the servos on the pitons just in case. "Last call," she calls through the radio, releaving herself from her mechanical belt and leaning back to look up at the screen above her, checking the map she would need to take and knowing that her equipment would render her blind if she relied on it. "Thank god for GPS and IR."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 22:13:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Food, new shows to watch and better booze." Mhegan pipes up, waving at her fellow pilot. She ducks back after a few moments to continue cleaning the remnants of the pilot off the remaining equipment. Mhegan gasps in shock when Jal tweaked her nipples causing them to instantly tighten into highly visible nubs. She instinctively brought her arms to her chest, flushing under her skin. <br><br>&nbsp;She shot Jal a look of flushed pleasure/uneasiness, but kept her peace. Willing to give the larger woman the benefit of the doubt. Jal's interest in the GPS caught her attention and she was reaching up to help her pull the unit out when it came out suddenly, dumpding Jal into Mhegan's lap. She staggered back agains the side of the cockpit, dropping the cleaning cloths to brace herself with one hand while&nbsp; she wrapped the other around Jal's waist. "Whoa there. Don't fall over and squish me." Mhegan replied, trying to ignore how her&nbsp; hard tipped breasts were flattened against Jal's back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 22:23:27</strong>
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				Jal moved slowly, wincing at a stiff spot in her back, then slowly moved to the side, letting Mheg get free from behind her. "You alright?"<br><br>Looking down at the GPS, she fiddled with it for a few moments, then smacked the electronic unit, causing it to start up and show off the maps it had. several seconds later, Jal laughed for a moment. "And here I thought blowing up this thing would have caused the GPS to wipe its nav points. now we know where their base is, too."<br><br>She smiled at Mheg, then paused, looked again, and spoke quietly. "I'm sorry about... well, you know. But I wanted to look inside, and doing that made you move back, so we didn't crack heads. But... it seems that between you, and Shi, half the women here are so horny as to need a Sybian."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 22:31:35</strong>
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				Fortunately for Shizen, she already started to head out in her mech, Hound supporting the screen above her while she skims through the snow, knowing that with such a small circulation on her mech that she could get farther before it started to slow down, that and the entire thing was meant to endure all of the elements, the skeleton saw to that as well. "Hound, do you think that I've grown up?" she leans back while he auto-pilots the mech, her feet pressing here and there for slight assistance. <strong>"I believe that you have. Your chest size has increased by six inches within the past few years, and your height has also increased by a ratio of-"</strong> Hound started before getting interrupted by Shizen. "I meant mentally, and as in mature, not physically." she sighs out before hitting a bump, her body jumping slighlty from it before she continues on. <strong>"I do not have the programming neccessary for such analysis."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 22:39:49</strong>
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				Laughing, Aren punched buttons on his comm panel. "Attention Shadows, this is Aren; return to base, and meet in the conference room for a debrief session ASAP." Walking back over to the bed, Aren leaned over, kissing Keira's cheek softly. "Thanks," he murmured, "I appreciate you talking to me." He turned, and walked out, smiling to himself. He arrived in the conference room, taking his usual seat at the head of the table. Spinning his chair, he moved to look out the window. The snow had stopped falling, and a heavy blanket of the white stuff had covered the field outside. "So beautiful," he said, smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 22:50:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan moved out from behind Jal, rubbing her chest and a spot on her back where a panel had poked her. "No problem, I'm fine. Things slip all the time." She says, peering at the GPS unit. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"Alright, hey.. that might have close up's of their base. Shit, we got to get that thing downloaded immediately so you can install it in your mech." She moved around Jall, grabbing the edge to haul herself up out of the cockpit when Jal spoke, making her pause.<br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan blushed fiercely. "Uuumm.. Alright. It did make me move back. I'm sorry about my bodysuit. I normally wear something over it, but we had to get out and fight so quickly I didn't have time to get into my normal battleclothes." She swung up out and faced Jal. Crouching over the edge a bit, again unknowingly giving her an excellent view of her breasts, Jal's handiwork in full view as well as giving anyone behind her a eyeful of her rear. "A sybian? That's one of those female things right? I never used one before."<br><br>&nbsp;Spyder spoke up right then, <strong>Incorrect. There was the one in training and at the mech pilot school that you installed in a-</strong><br><br>&nbsp;"SHUT IT Spyder!" Mhegan shouted, blushing fiercely, totally embarassed by her AI partner. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 22:54:19</strong>
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				"Mind if I get that debrief to go, Aren? I'm currently on a run for some extra parts that we can't find, as well as a Lazcannon for Jal and her mech. I've got Hound with me so it'll be like I'm not even gone," she calls through to Aren, the video conference on again as her mechanic's suit hides her curves, except for the pair of breasts that are always slightly exposed in her semi-casual clothing. "Please? I'm already halfway to the town and I want to get back before the storm is over to not blow my cover."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 22:57:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal snickered, shaking her head, then looked up at the PA system. "Oh, damnit. Now for the boring part of this. Good thing Shi's out already; otherwise she'd probably be bored to tears."<br><br>Waiting for Mheg to partly climb out, Jal followed, hopping down to the ground and looking at the hulking black monster of a 'Mech before she looked at the GPS cradled in her arm. "I don't mind the suit, mind. Just that I think that your AI likes it even more, if you get my meaning."<br><br>She snickered, waggling her eyebrows then hit the button for the lift to the quarters and administration level, holding the gate open for Mhegan. "So, how long have you been here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 23:03:06</strong>
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				Aren nods, smiling at Shiz, while silently noting how well the young pilot had filled out. <br><br>"Not a problem Shiz, continue on, and pick me up something sweet, if you don't mind. I'll pay you back when you return to base."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 23:11:12</strong>
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				"I know that you're good for it Aren," She winks into the camera, giving a small salute as well. "And I'm sorry about running out earlier, the ambush made me late on my meds and I almost forgot about them..." Shizen says and looks to the screen, noticing that the city was rather close. "Oh, and there's something I need to tell you in private when we get back to base, and I'll be listening and watching through my visor for the debrief, just don't count on input that much." With a few more moments of skimming, Hound stops just at the crest of a hill and bunkers down, the barely loaded BBAD side-arm in both hands as Shizen wraps her jacket around her before slipping the hood over her head. "Shizen out."<br><br>Within a minute she was already in the town, knowing that her ability to just slide down a hill would have brought a little too much attention to the weather detterring machines that house the town. "Hey Shizen!" one of the vendors calls her over and shows her a few blueprints for a new weapon, though it's ballistic and she doesn't have a single idea of how it would work with the team. "I actually would like a long range Lazcannon, as well as an autoloader for a heavy pack. Anything else you have that might interest me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 23:14:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan nodded, climbing down to the floor where she stipped off the gloves, mask and loose apron to drop on the floor. She rubbed her face, willing the blush to die down. "I think I need to take a peek into Spyder's programming. He's doing things not in the specs I got with him." She sighed heavily, rubbing her eyes as Jal punched for the lift.<br><br>&nbsp;"Uuuhh.. I need a bth after this and some pain meds. I'm getting a headach and my eyes itch." She grumbled, leaning against the wall as the lift moves. At the proper level, she walked out, still rubbing her eyes and entered the conference room. "Some day, eh Captain?" She sayss, loking up and shooting her commander a grin. Again she had forgotten what she looked like in her bodysuit. It was apparently a terminal issue with the young woman, so she didnt realze the show she was giving him and Jal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 23:31:31</strong>
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				Aren smiled at both young women as they approached. "A bath sounds magnificent, Mhegan," he said with a laugh. Mhegan's curvy frame could be seen through the skintight suit, accentuating those curves to an otherworldy level. It was all Aren could do to cross his legs in time to hide his obvious approval of the suit. "Now we just need Keira, and we'll be ready to begin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 23:55:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal flopped into a seat, looking as tired as Mheg felt, then nodded. "I'd kill for a real bath, with hot water, instead of one of those 'get wet, lather, rinse' in ninety seconds pieces of crap."<br><br>She then lifted the GPS she had retrieved, and mimed tossing it at Aren. "Hey, Cap. Feel free to root about in this and smile at the location of the enemy base."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 00:01:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;She blushed as she plopped down in a seat and began tapping at the small keyboard. "Uuhh..&nbsp; I'd kill for one too. Can't we make one? We got tons of heavy equipment here, lots of cement and plenty of room on the cavern. It wouldn't take too much time to dig a hole in the rock, lay some water lines and a drain. Use the cement or something to hold the water and an electric waterheater. Electricity is one thing we are not lacking here. Hell, with a pallet of ceramic tiles, I could make a nice one." Mhegan says<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; Then she turned to business, "Spyder. Drop a list of the mech we found and the images. Time for debriefing. While you're at it, run visual right now" Mhegan&nbsp; says tapping several more keys. "And be polite."<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>The list and images are being sent now. Visuals coming up now.</strong> Down in the hanger, the mech known unofficially as Spyder, rose up in it's space and powered up the working drones. It walks close to the mech and two of the drones rose out of the drone bay to fly in for close visuals of the damaged mech. The AI skillfully using&nbsp; the differeing views and sensors to run an full sensor sweep. Taking in the mechs make, models, armor, weapon and defensive systems, and damage. <br><br>&nbsp;Everything was sent back to Mhegan and she spent several minutes sorting them out onto other screen for others to look at.&nbsp; "If there's anything you want a closer look at, I'll have Spyder take a peek."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 01:24:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sweep complete, boss. All hostiles down, no further threat found. Two 'ditional pods jettisoned, both 'counted for. Comin' 'ome on auto."<br><br>Several minutes later, the Berzerk stomps back into the hangar, the smashed and half-melted remains of an RC hanging from one hand. It walks unsteadily to its bay, then stops. After a brief pause, the Gunslinger drops both rotarys, letting them fall to the ground many meters below with a thunderous crash.<br><br>Several minutes later, Engel stumbles forth from the mammoth machine and glares down at the smoking remains of his weapon. The maniac sways slightly as he flips off the offending hunk of metal, then blacks out, the back of his skull slamming into the floor with a metallic clang.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 02:04:30</strong>
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				Jal looked at the main screen, then frowned, pointing at an emblem on the right side of one of the 'mechs she had decimated with her cannon. "Can we get a good image of that insignia? I'm not sure where I've seen it before, but It's not unfamiliar."<br><br>She shifted slightly, then changed seats, snagging a particularly comfortable one that happened to be next to Mhegan as she studied the insignia. "Nah, I can't place it. So, what was the total tally?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 08:20:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;She tapped a few keys. "Mmmm....&nbsp; about 20 small mechs, 4 heavies and a few scout vehicals.&nbsp; They should have brought more heavies or more troops." Mhegan leaned forward, taking stillshots of the mechs unit designations. "I can crosscheck with the records." She brushed&nbsp; some loose hair back behind an ear, concentrating on the data she was reading, humming quietly and chewing on her lower lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 08:37:11</strong>
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				"Excellent work out there," Aren said with a smile, focusing his attention on Jal and Mhegan. "You two in particular took out a substantial number of enemy forces, and you should be commended. Congrats on making your first kills in the Shadows, Jalith." He rose, patting her on the back as he continued. "And of course, without Shiz or Keira, we would not have had the necessary data to repel the assault," he said, smiling at the other two women in the room. "Now, on to the report. We were attacked at the southern gate, the weaker of our two exit points from the compound. However, the enemies have discovered our weak point: The canyon to the southwest of the base. Shiz, can you pick up some artillery batteries and have them delivered to the base ASAP? We'll put those up along the canyon, ensuring that nothing can get through." As he spoke, his eyes danced and sparkled, turning a sapphire blue that they very rarely did. <br><br>"Now, I've recieved our next mission from HQ, and it's not a pretty one. The Daeners have a massive installation about 6 miles south of our current position, here," he gestured to a map that had appeared overhead, projecting the exact area of the enemy base, "We think they're trying to get a foothold on the rhodesian plains just north of their installation." Aren walked around the table, eyes turning serious. "Now, this isn't going to be a cakewalk; the Daeners aren't just going to let us waltz in and poke around; the best option we have is something similar to what they ran on us tonight. We attack from the front, drawing the brunt of their forces to the main gates. Meanwhile, I want Shiz, Keira and Mhegan to take their mechs to the rear entrance, penetrating their defenses. No matter where we come in from, it's gonna be a firefight; we'll need our heaviest armor and guns, and be prepared for some serious repairs on our return. Now, I understand that Shiz found a computer core in the wreckage; that's spectacular. We have to analyze the data on the computer, to figure out what their plans are. Also, we have a guest in the main holding cell; I don't want anyone going down there without Max or myself; I don't doubt your ability to defend yourself, but I don't want to take any chances either. So, until further notice, no one is to interact with the prisoner without one of us present. Any questions or suggestions for the next mission? Remember, we have two weeks to prepare for the big day, which will give us time to get anything you need."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 15:30:50</strong>
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				Jal frowned, looking at the map of the projected location of the base, then fiddled with the GPS she had in her hands for a few moments. "Huh... Would you believe that I think we just took out about half of their active combat force? Also, why is the South gate less-defended than the north gate, when most of our 'targets' are in an arc to the east and south? If you're going to get artillery, get the two-eighties. the Two-fifty is faster-firing, but can be easily deflected with sufficient armour plate."<br><br>She paused, then looked again at the image of the enemy base. "So, it's a smash and more smash, eh? Well, if Shi gets lucky in town, I'll have a large-scale combat laser to go with my more conventional weapons, but either way, I'll have to conserve ammo."<br><br>She frowned, pointing at the rough image of two towers on each side of the north-facing gates. "Those are bad news; at best, they're just watch posts, but I'd bet my next paycheck that they have all sorts of fun weapons in them. Oh, and Aren? Shi and I debated sticking an Advanced Tactical Munition Launcher on her 'mech. Figured it'd do better for her to have a ranged kick than get close and have her 'mech get dismembered again. And Mhegs found the core, not Shi. Apparently I shot high on that one so the core got away with only a new paintjob." She smirked slightly, buffing her fingernails on the rough outer fabric of her suit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 16:31:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; Mhegan blushed at the praise, ducking her head with a shy smile. She resumed tapping the keyboard. "I think some more sensors in that canyon would work and if you don't mind, outting some mines there as well as the guns would give us a better defense. The mk 12's just came out a year ago and are capable of blowing the feet off of most large mech and turn the smaller ones into scrap. Or just set some charges in the sides of the canyoon and blow them, collapsing it on anyone in it."<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;She brought up the schematics of the mines and a topographical of the canyon. Several narrow places flashing. She didn't know if they could get the mines. Being larger than other mines, they were also expensive.<br><br>&nbsp;A tap of the keyboard and she zoomed in on what they had on the enemy base. "Six miles, eh? That's not that far. We're doing recon, not a smash? Will the regular Army be helping?" The small woman snorted with some disdain. She didn't think too much about the regular Army, prefering the more elite Mechanical Corp and the Shadows in particular. <br><br>&nbsp; "Hhhmm.. I'll have time to tune up my drones. I'll work with Shizen and see if I can get the system protocals that let her see what my drones see too." Mhegan sat back rubbing the skin around her eyes. "Two weeks will give us time to make a proper bath too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 22:43:59</strong>
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				"My mistake, Mhegan, double congratulations to you for finding the computer!" Aren laughed, he was in a good mood, as he often was after a successful battle. "As for the charges, we don't want to collapse the canyon; it provides us with an emergency exit point so we don't have to use the main gates. I think some big guns and mines out to do the trick, and buy us enough time to deal with what ever the threat is. The Daener's aren't stupid enough to attack us with a major force through there."<br><br>He turned to Jalith, who was examining the projected maps "It's a basic tactical assault. We provide the decoy, while the lighter mechs weave around, attacking from the rear and cutting off reinforcements. We won't have Army assistance, it'll just be us, like usual. I'll see about that plasma weapon I've been tinkering with in the labs; it should be good to go, and would be ideal for a mission such as this. You won't be doing a lot of hardcore scouting for this mission, just terrain specs and any significant troop movements en route. The Daeners don't want us to knock out this facility, and it's gonna be a knockdown drag out fight. They've piled a good number of their mechs in this installation, and we're going to need every gun we can get. This means no blank rounds in anyone's ammunition magazines. We'll set up the ammo depot here," he pointed to the screen, where a large blue dot blinked about a mile from the enemy base, "Which will put it close enough to let people go and reload, but out of range of their guns. We'll have the armor shipment tomorrow, which will give you guys time to install and play with it to your heart's content."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 22:49:09</strong>
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				Jal smiled slightly. "Hopefully there will be some autoloader support. my gun's ammo weighs as much as Mhegan does, despite being a lot smaller than her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 22:55:24</strong>
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				Aren tapped a few keys, and the map disappeared, replaced by the rotating image of what appeared appeared to be a massive semi truck. "Jalith, meet MAC, short for Mobile Ammunition Carrier. MAC was designed by Shiz, Mheg and Keira to carry and auto load ammunition. This is the depot. He can also handle his own defenses, thanks to the auto defense system Shiz installed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:02:17</strong>
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				She chuckled, shaking her head. "You know, I'd be less leery of all of this if there wasn't the risk of someone getting the bright idea of using an EMP weapon to disable all our fancy doodads and such. There's a Reason why my 'mech doesn't use anything more complex than minor neural feedback, and why I can Iron-sight all of my guns."<br><br>Sighing slightly, she leaned back, looking at the display as it turned back into the enemy base. "One final question. We just going to Kill all the moving targets, or should I see if I can find some inferno SRM launchers for fun with napalm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:06:12</strong>
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				Shizen had already started her small shopping spree in the town, the list on her visor giving her the ideas that she would need. "Would you like a zepplin delivery miss Shizen?" the vendor asks when she's done searching through the metallics. "I'd appreciate that. Have you seen James lately? I heard that his platoon was meant to have come through here in the past month or so," She asks, getting a shake of the head as a reply. "Well, at least it's better news than being called dead," she says to herself before the insignia flashes on her visor, since it's partially keeping up with the rest of the debriefment. "Freeze image."<br><br>"Here you go. Once the items are loaded up we'll be launching above the storm and dropping the pods according to the GPS. So you know, there's a group who've been asking about you and your unit Shi, and they seem to be that new breed of 'hunters' out there who seem to be taking on some higher ups. Watch yourself chick," the vendor says, leaning forward to a whisper to keep the volume low. "I know that we're not going to let some punks stop us, though thanks for the word," Shizen smiles and drops a small tip to the vendor, aka her in-town informant who has been supplying her the medications that she needs through one of his medical friends.<br><br>With a tap to her visor as she steps onto the street, Shizen notices that a majority of the people have already headed inside for the evening, but she needs to get back before the storm is over or she could easily be tracked to the base. "Aren, Mhegan was feild hunting today, not me. Thanks for picking that up Jal, and you're in luck. The vendor has some Z399L1N5's in and felt like sparing some for us to use for delivery, so you get to see your first pod drop tonight. Materials purchased and sending, though I found some interesting information on that insignia. They're the less code-named hunters out there, mostly whispers about higher ups in units being targets for them but from the sound of it they just seem like scare tactics to me," Shizen rattles off before checking her visor's map, heading to the bakery and grabbing a few small bags of the sweet baked goods she was asked to get. "Thank you," she politely says to the woman behind the glass counter.<br><br>While walking back to the edge of town, one of the open garage vendors lights were still on for a torch job, causing the curious scout to walk over and peek inside, spotting the slightly above human sized mech that dwarfs even her own. "Wow..." she whispers, catching the ear of the mechanic who calls her over and starts up a conversation about the mech, asking if there is a possibility for cybernetics. Less than five minutes later Shizen is skimming out from the garage with her newly purchased skeleton body mech, gleefully grinning as she slides back and forth in the snow before topping the crest of the hill, getting a warning shot under her legs before she stops and puts her hands up. "Hound, guess what I got for you on your birthday!" she calls out before piggy backing on her auto-pilot mech. <strong>"I get to have my body back with all of this equipment?"</strong> the AI asks outloud while skimming back to the base, glints in the stars showing the zepplins on their way to base. "No silly, you're getting a smaller body that you can pilot on your own. Hell, I'll even equip you with a sniper rifle and a belt of rounds for it if you want it." <strong>"But sniper rifles don't get belts... they're magazines."</strong> "Well who says that a pair of mechanics and an AI can't change that?"<br><br>Listening in on the conversation, Shizen grins when Jal is being breifed on MAC, knowing that Jal might get a kick out of the auto defenses she installed into it. "You know me, if there isn't a human in it there has to be some sort of auto-defense to it," she chimes in before spotting the base out of the snow storm, hearing a few shells crash out of reach of the wall, then watching as Hound pulls on the tows and drags them to the hangar, knowing that the pieces they asked for wouldn't be fully assembled so they could be lighter and easier to transport in the zepplins. "Aren, tomarrow we're getting a shipment of four small auto-loader canopies which would be best suited for the curves and turns for the canyon than regular ballistics. Also, I do support the idea of keeping the canyon from erupting due to mines in the choke points. Shizen back to base, equipment in tow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:18:30</strong>
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				Aren smiled at her. "The Daeners know better than to use EMP's, because then Max is let out of his metal cage," he said, pausing. "We engage hostiles only, fire when fired upon first; they'll use their small weapons first, to try and take out as much as they can, but they won't do much against our armor. As for napalm, it's not quite my style, so brutal, but if it's your thing, then I suppose it's acceptable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:31:26</strong>
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				Jal just shrugged. "All's fair in love and War, Aren. Besides,"<br><br>She paused, listening to Shi's transmission about the unit that had attacked, then frowned. "That's where I knew that insignia from. They're an Elite headhunter unit. They go specifically to Kill commanders that have proven that they're NOT Inept. If a headhunter unit is after you, frankly, the kid gloves come off. I'd use micronukes if they were not a violation of the Convention, simply because it'd end this war that much faster."<br><br>She frowned, looking at Aren. "Also, I'm not talking little EMPs. I'm talking ones that are powerful enough to shut down all the computers and cybernetics in an area. And, unless I'm not mistaken, your friend is so full of metal bits that he'd go into toxic shock if his cybernetics shut down. Hells, I'm probably the only person in this room to not have any cybernetics in them."<br><br>She paused, then sighed, scrubbing at her face with her hands. "Look, I think something about this is wrong. No support, extremely hostile terrain, and there's open ground for several miles around that base. It's a killing field. I'm going to go and cool off."<br><br>She stood up, and walked out of the room, muttering to herself before heading to the army-standard showers, aka. 'Get wet for 90 seconds in ice water'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 00:03:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan shuddered when the talk turned to EMP, and sat back in her chair. hunched over to rub her eyes harder. A small EMP would short out her eyes, rendering her blind. She had regular nightmares about that happening in the midst of battle. Enough so it had been a concern for the medical evaluators when she'd been selected to test out her mech.<br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan looked up when Jal stood and left. "I think she's right. There's something odd about us hitting that base. It smells like a set up from HQ." Just then&nbsp; her stomach growled. It's rumbling nose making Mhegan blush again. "And something to eat." She paused, remembering the uncleaned mech down in the hanger. "After I finish cleaning the&nbsp; mechs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 00:17:01</strong>
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				Shizen drops from the back of Hound before skimming into the hangar, picking up a small side-arm from the wreckage and hearing that Mhegan wanted to clean the mechs before food. <em>Perfect!</em> she thinks to herself with a soft squeal, glad that the visor is a manual communicator and not automatic. With Hound already beginning to set everything up, Shizen skims over to the main door that connects to the hangar, which is the closest to where the debreifing room resides.<br><br>With a couple of pings here and there, Shizen locks the empty round into the chamber with a smile and points it at the door, waiting for Mhegan to walk through and scare her. <em>Hehe, come on cutie I wanna hear you scream,</em> she thinks to herself before noticing how wrong that sounded, but yet it felt like it would be alright to try. With a giggle she steps forward into the standard foot forward firing position, looking like the rebels who started to win the first world war that involved mechs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 01:24:15</strong>
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				&nbsp; If nothing else came up, Mhegan&nbsp; stored the images from the breifing away in the mainframe and shut down her consol. Then gave Aren a smile and nod before leaving the room.<br><br>&nbsp;In the lift, she leaned against the wall, rubbing&nbsp; around her eyes, willing the <em>itch</em> to go away. She knew it was all in her mind, but it felt real nonetheless. The quiet ding of the lift arriving at the hanger level drew Mhegan out of her musing. She sighed, pushing off the wall and walked out into the hanger, head&nbsp; lowered a bit. she was not looking forward to cleaning out more cockpits, but it had to be done before the remains started to smell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 01:35:03</strong>
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				The moment the lift was up Shizen lifted the gun in both hands and switched to external speakers. "FREEZE COCKBAG!" she yells out as gruff as she could, though lowering the weapon and opening up the top of the mech to poke herself out. "April Fools!" she calls out and leans out of the body mech, her shirt pressed to her chest and showing off her cleavage as she grins from ear to ear. "I know it's late but if it was on time it'd be expected from me," she says before sliding out and helping her teammate up. "Sorry, couldn't pass it up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 01:43:27</strong>
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				Jal muttered as she came down to the hangar, cursing under her breath and her hair still dry. Ignoring the tableau of Shi leaning out of her 'mech's cockpit, as well as Mhegan sitting on the ground, a look of shock and annoyance on her face, Jal went back to the salvaged 'mechs, and grabbed the flamethrower from where she left it.<br><br>Lighting it up, She walked to the next 'mech in the line, looking into the cockpit. A few seconds later she stepped back and cranked the flamethrower to full blast, and bathed the interior of the cockpit with flame.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:09:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan did what anyone would in the same situation. She screamed and leaped back, eyes wide, arms spread in panic. Her voice shrill and high with fear. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"&nbsp; Mhegan fell back in the lift, heart&nbsp; hammering in her chest as Shizen popped popped out of the top of her mech and leaned forward. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;She lay on her back, on her elbows, legs spread and bent at the knee, when Shizen climbes out to help her up. The crotch of her suit riding up in the folds of her sex. Mhegan's heart was just starting to settle down as Shizen trots up. Her face pale and sweat slick. "Gods, Shizen! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She mock slapped at Shizen as she was helped up.. The jolt of sudden fear having made her nipples tighten up as she wiped sweat from her face. "I nearly peed myself, Shi."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:28:38</strong>
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				"Oh realy?" she asks and gives Mhegan a hug, their breasts pressing against each other before she curls her fingers and begins to tickle the teammate. "Maybe there's a way I can make it up to you?" Shizen asks before letting her go, taking a step back to the body mech and then whistleing over to Hound in her mech. "Bring over her 'shopping bag' Hound," she calls over, the zepplin pod wheeled over to Mhegan and Shizen before she types in the passcode, the pod sliding open and then showing what Shizen got for Mhegan at the town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:49:34</strong>
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				Several minutes passed as Jal checked the last mechs that actually had cockpits, the damage either being too extensive to salvage any parts, and thus were flamed through to remove and traces of flesh from inside them, or the pilots were bagged and tagged, though only three bodybags were filled by the time the search was completed.<br><br>Walking back to the Storage unit, she dropped off the Flamethrower, and walked over to Shi and Mheg, not at all surprised to see that Mheg's suit had ridden up into the cleft of her backside in such a manner that Jal could clearly see every contour of the shorter pilot's backside, as well as every contour of Mheg's folds, including the bump of her clitoris. "You have a wedgie, Mhegan."<br><br>She then looked into the Storage pod, and smiled slightly, picking up a set of blueprints and flipping through them. "Huh. This looks interesting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:53:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Yeah. you scared me good", she said, returning the hug. Realizing for a moment how their breasts were touching. The realization was pushed from her mind whenn Shizen began tickling her. Mhegan wiggled and writhed helplessly as Shizen did it, being rather ticklish even through the bodysuit. <br><br>&nbsp;She wiped tears from her eye, still giggling as she followed Shizen to the zepplin and leans inside to look. The squeal of happiness that burst from her rivaled her scream of fear earlier. "Yay! Real food! Booze and new vidchips!" Mhegan popped out of the pod to grab Shizen in a tight hug before nearly diving back into the pod. Her bottom the highest point on her body as she happily rummaged around inside, handing packaged things out. So happy was she, she didn't hear Jal and her wiggling caused the suit to ride up even more, literally a second skin. "Shizen, I could kiss you!" The small pilot declared happily, burrowing deeper in the pod.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 04:03:20</strong>
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				Jal shook her head, chuckling, then gently slapped Mheg's backside. "Hey, Mhegan. Everyone can see your clit."<br><br>Bending down, she picked up a Vidchip, then looked at Shi. "Snow White and the Seven Schlongs? Did you at least get the newest Legendbreakers?"<br><br>Ducking her head into the pod, she Chuckled, then hugged Mhegan with one arm. "Alright, let's get to the lounge. We have movies to watch, because now, we have Popcorn!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 05:07:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan was happily handing things out when she heard Jal mention how exposed she was and felt the pat on her rear. Instantly she was out of the pod, sitting with her back to it, knees drawn to her chest and arms crossed over her chest, face visibly red under her dark skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 05:22:51</strong>
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				Jal popped her head out of the pod then turned, sitting down next to the embarrassed pilot. "Hey. It's alright. This time your AI wasn't trying to take pictures of your booty."<br><br>She smiled slightly, then, awkwardly at first, then, mentally shrugging to herself, she wrapped arm arm around Mheg's shoulders, giving the smaller pilot a hug. "My first day at basic training, they fitted me for one of the suits you're wearing. Made me wear it for the entire day. I think the entire base nearly died due to priapism and a sudden loss of bloodflow to their brains."<br><br>She smiled again, then used her free hand to idly smooth back some loose hair away from Mheg's face. "Besides, the only people hare are myself, you and Shi, and, frankly, I doubt any of us will tell. The AIs might, if they want to learn what a Van DerGraff Generator can do to delicate circuits, so I think they'll keep quiet too."<br><br>Leaning against the cargo pod, her left arm still draped Over Mheg's shoulders, and her right soon finding that Shi had moved in to take up occupancy on that side, Jal just smiled slightly. "Tell you what. We go upstairs and get into some casual clothes, then we can watch a movie or something, okay? Just us girls."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 07:17:56</strong>
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				Aren sighed; these women were moving too quickly for him. He blamed their cybernetic implants, he was one of the few pilots who wasn't enhanced. Rising from his chair, he boarded the lift, and walked into the mech bay. "Max!" he shouted, running to his unconscious companion. He shook the brute until he grunted, waking up. "Well, nice to see everyone's paying attention today," he chuckled. "Perfect! Sugar Bombs! I needed those for my sugar fix." He leaned over, kissing Shiz on the cheek. "Did someone say movie?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, intrigued, "Count me in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 07:45:13</strong>
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				Engel groans, "Buh? Aaah, shit."<br><br>Max forces himself to his feet, gives Aren a shaky thumb's up, then staggers off down the hallway to collapse on his bunk, hopefully this time he can sleep long enough to overcome the worst of the combined effects of using the Berzerk, being high, then using the Berzerk <em>while</em> high.<br><br>Knowing how things work around this base, though? Chances are slim.<br><br>A bit later, Max remains awake, staring at the tentacles oozing around on his ceiling. "You basta'ds betta' not come down 'ere, if ya know what's good fer ya. I mean it. I'll straight shiv ya asses. If ya have asses...<br><br>"Basta'ds."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 08:24:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;Face burning, Mhegan forced herself to raise her head. "One day? I wore this all through out my training. I've gotten used to it and forget how it looks on me. If you think this is tight and showy, the ones the men wore were.... lets just say they needed to keep themselves under strict mental control or their interest would&nbsp; be obvious." She shrugged, accepting the friendship Jal and Shizen were offering.<br><br>&nbsp;Jal's tucking of the hair behind her ear made her look at the taller woman, the blush fading slowly and she smiled. "Sure, after the clean up. That's why I came down here. Can't leave the cockpits uncleaned. I need to tuck Spyder in anyways and take a shower." Her arms and legs relaxed from their positions over her body and she patted Jal's leg. The shift letting&nbsp; see her breasts and folds clearly through the suit.<br><br>The small dark woman glanced across Jall at Shizen, lifting an eyebrow curiously. Did she agree to that? It sounded like fun. Some time to relax and eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 14:04:40</strong>
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				Jal smiled, then pointed at a neat row of bodybags, as well as faint traces of smoke coming from the salvaged 'mechs. "I already did the cleanup while Shi was trying to scare you half to death. Wasn't half as bad as it could have been, because at least one person had ejected, so that's one less 'mech to clean out."<br><br>Slowly standing up, She waved at Aren, then smiled slightly at his comment about wanting to join in. "Sorry Aren. but, I did say 'Just us girls' for movie night. Unless you're willing to lop them off and stick them back on the following day..."<br><br>She chuckled slightly, then helped both Shi and Mheg get up, before bending over, picking up a box of sugar bombs and handing them to Aren. "Of Course, if Mheg and Shi don't mind, I think we can squeeze you in as well... I bet Kreia would like to join in as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 17:38:15</strong>
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				Aren smiled at Jal, and patted her shoulder. "No, that's quite alright; if you want to have a girls that's fine with me," he said, pretending to sigh in disappointment, "Besides, Max wouldn't be there, and it would be a little awkward to watch one of ...those... with a bunch of women." <br><br>He paused, realization flashing across his face. "Although, that would certainly be more enjoyable than watching with Max; that man can't keep it in his pants for the life of him," he said with a laugh, "On second thought, I'll be there, if the invitation still stands. If you see Keira, feel free to invite her too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 18:01:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan gave a little half shrug, looking up at her commander. She <em>knew</em> she was showing him her body, the suit still riding up in her ass and folds, and couldn't stop a sudden rush of arousal as her nipples tightened visible. Quickly she stood up with Jal's help, grabbing an armful of things from the pod. "I don't mind if Shi doesn't", she said, holding them to her chest and forgetting that her lower hald was still visible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 18:31:30</strong>
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				Jal smiled, then shrugged. "Hope So. And for the love of all that is holy, no porno movies. Please."<br><br>After a long moment, she shrugged, then bent over to pick up the weapon blueprints she had found in the pod. "Oh, Mheg? I think you might like this. It looks like a rail-accelerated weapon of some sort."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 20:07:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;She leaned over to look at the plans. "A railgun. Sweet. I'd like to add something to Spyder, and one of those might work. I wonder if I can get enouhg shielding to muffle the EM surger when it fires.." Arms full off food, Mhegan tundled out of the hanger into the lift, musing the plans over.<br><br>&nbsp;Did her Spyder have enough power? Yes. She could mount it on the back, to the right of the spine of the mech, with a small turrent. Hhhmm...&nbsp; if it was a smaller weapon, she could make a turrent that could traverse and rotate all over. A larger weapon would be limited inhow much it could turn. The larger the weapon, the greater the kick when it fired. Or... She bit her lip, chewing the problem. <br><br>&nbsp;"Spyder, Gimmie the power specs on you and bring up any schematics you have access to on railguns. See if you can find anything about a 10mm that has the accelerators from a 150 or 200mm cannon. I might be able to tweak a smaller railgun into a short ranged, but heavy hitting gun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 21:29:22</strong>
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				Shizen enjoyed the affection from her run, one of her favorite things to do after dropping into town to pick up the supplies. "Aren, I've got something else that's sweet for you," she smiles as she steps closer, gracefully pushing her lips to his for a short kiss while Jal and Mhegan were talking to each other and Spyder, stepping back and sashaying over to her own pod. "I wasn't fully sure on what you said for sweet so I just went for both types that I knew of," she giggles back to him, removing Hound from his body again and carrying him over to the body suit, jacking him into it and then watching as the body mech comes alive within seconds. With a couple of steps here and there, Hound finds the balance and seems rather akward as a 7' tall humanoid mecha with no paint and definate welding scars. <strong>"I don't like how this is,"</strong> Hound says through the external speakers, falling forward but catching himself with the hands and arms. <strong>"Might I inquire on some cybernetics? Please?"</strong> the normally snazzy mech asks before sitting on it's kneas, the last few wires sticking out from the head and looking like braids that go to the shoulders.<br><br>"Later Hound, first you can start on making your own weapon from the pile. When you're done getting use to your new form I'll start running you through simulations, alright?" Shizen says with a smile, looking to the rather provocative Mhegan and giving her a wink. "I'm alright with Aren coming along to watch the movie, and it isn't a porno. It's a revision of the original 'Brothers Grimm' version of Snow White."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 21:55:50</strong>
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				Jal smiled slightly, shaking her head. "Still sounds like a porno. Oh, I did manage to find an old Movie in the archives a few weeks before I was transferred; I think I have it in my 'mech."<br><br>She walked over to her machine, the massive hulk looming over the wrecked enemy 'mechs, and climbed into the cockpit, before reappearing a minute later with a small shoulder bag. "Got it!"<br><br>Hopping back to the hangar floor, she jogged over to Shi and Aren, smiled as Hound stumbled about for a few moments, then patted both Shi and Aren on the head before heading for the lift. "We're gonna see at least two movies tonight."<br><br>A few minutes later, the screen set up for a movie with a projector unit aimed at said Screen, Jal walked into the Showers, not particularly caring if anyone else was there or not. Slowly, she stripped out of her combat suit, the light fabric peeling away easily and not nearly as clingy as other types would have been, followed by pulling off her undergarments, the panties barely two hands worth of fabric. Then, naked save for a towel slung over one shoulder, she walked into the shower room proper, the military-style stalls laid out like a series of cubicles with four and a half-foot high walls.<br><br>Hanging her towel on a peg, she stepped under a shower halfway down the row, shivering as the cold water blasted the combat grime and smell of flamethrower smoke off of her skin, and out of her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 22:34:56</strong>
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				Aren gasped, blushing at the sudden kiss. "Why, thank you Shizen," he said with a broad grin. "We could watch the movies in my quarters, I've got the HQ comm screen that's bigger than the projector in the common room. What do you guys think?" He grinned at them teasingly. "Clothing optional, of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 22:43:20</strong>
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				"Clothing is required Sir," Shizen gives him a wink as she heads torwards the showers. "We still do have the chance of being hacked, and what if we're attacked again or that prisoner somehow gets out of the brig?" With that she waves as she begins taking off her shirt, tossing it into a locker once she gets that far, caring less that she was topless except for her visor. With that following as well as her panties and baggy pants she walks into the stalls, turning on one of the stalls before tweaking the supplying pipe for the 'warm' water to be more than ice cold, her nipples hardened into nubs again as her clit tingled from the sudden drop in temperature. With the water now running warm in the rest of the room, she leans back against the door of the shower and lets out a sigh, her hands sudsing up her body sensually as if she was asleep and in a dream with one of her fantasy lovers. "Forgot to tell yah that the pipe needs to be tapped every so often or we end up getting ice in the water," she calls over the stalls to the other person in the showers, thinking that it could be Mhegan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 22:55:17</strong>
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				"Uh huh. I figured that out after having my ass frozen off. I think the chunk of ice with my left buttcheek skidded over to where you are." Jal chuckled, draping her arms over the edge of the stall as her own shower's temperature actually upgraded from 'nipple-tightening cold' to 'barely lukewarm'<br><br>"Crap like this I expected in basic training, not in a base with enough power and heat systems to melt all the snow in a five-mile wide circle." Jal looked over at Shi for a moment, then chuckled. "Do you ever take that visor off?"<br><br>The soap was the classic 'Clint Eastwood' type; wouldn't clean crap off of anything, and was hard as a rock, but it formed suds after several moments, so Jal began washing herself, starting with her arms and shoulders, slowly rolling the soap bar around her neck like a massage rock before dipping it lower, cleaning her ample bosom, and taking extra time to ensure that the small barbels through each nipple were totally clean before she moved lower, washing the rest of her torso and abdomen.<br><br>Pausing to rinse some of the soap from her hands and arms, she then decided to clean her long hair, the shampoo working better than the soap for cleaning, as well as washing all of her back for her, though she rinsed and re-washed her hair twice while listening for any comments from Shi. Ducking down, she used the soap to scrub her legs, working constantly but gently, and, finally, she carefully cleaned her last two piercings, the navel barbel and clitoral hood barbel taking slightly longer than the upper pair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 23:03:47</strong>
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				"Water resistant up to 100 ft., heat resistant to 200 degrees F, and electronically sheilded and insulated as well," she says as she removes the visor and sets it on the edge of the stall. "I <em>do</em> remove it in the shower, but not until I've raised the temperature, since it hooks up directly into Hound's AI and the files I've saved on my mech. Half of the stuff I've been appreciated for is things that I've been curious enough to find on the internet, debriefing files, and other places that you can stumble apon with a military clearance level." Shizen looked over to Jal and softly began to close her eyes, her fingers at her labia rinsing out the suds that might be trapped there as well as rolling her clit under her knuckles. The barbell piercings on Jal's stiff nipples reminded her of the earlier experience in the day, and her folds were already wet on the inside as she began to fall asleep, the soft and slow ministrations to herself making Shizen begin to fall asleep while rinsing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 23:14:53</strong>
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				Jal looked over at Shi, seeing the brunette was already half-asleep in the shower, and shook her head before throwing her bar of soap at Shi. "Hey. Sleepyhead. I don't think the shower makes a good bed. You'd probably get funny marks on your face from the wall."<br><br>Turning off the water at her own stall, she walked over to the towel she had hung up, and began to slowly dry off, starting with her feet and toes, and slowly working her way up. Pausing at Mid-thigh, she pulled the towel up, and roughly dried out her hair, the water being squeezed out of the long strands to patter against the tile floor, before she continued drying off, taking the time to pat her piercings dry before rubbing the water off of the rest of her mostly-slender frame, then wrapped the towel around herself, just under her armpits to confer some sense of modesty.<br><br>Jal then walked back into the locker room, where she picked up her small bag that she had left there when she had stripped from her clothes. Digging around in the bag, she pulled out a clean pair of panties, which she wiggled into, followed by a shirt that was literally twice her size, the smiley face on the front faded from years of use. Dropping the towel, she pulled the Shirt on, letting it hang over her like a tent; the sleeves hung down to her elbows, and the bottom of the shirt was at her knees. "So, you planning on seeing a movie tonight, Shi, or are you going to sleep in there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 23:18:29</strong>
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				Aren moved quickly into the shower room, head down. The designers of the base had failed to remember that soldiers came in two genders, and therefore neglected to make seperate shower facilities. Aren stripped hurriedly, revealing a scar along his left side. It was an old wound, from a piece of Jessica Carmichael's mech when it blew. She was his first love, first sexual encounter, but a terrible mech pilot. When her mech was badly damaged in combat, she couldn't eject. Aren had left his mech (A Cardinal sin for a pilot), and had been tugging on the hatch when it blew, sending him backward, and hospitalizing him for a month. Now, the scar served as a permanent reminder of what had occurred years ago. <br><br>Extending his arms, Aren leaned his weight against them, closing his eyes and letting the cold water run over him. Combat had taken a toll on him today, he could feel bruises on his shoulders forming slowly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 23:30:05</strong>
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				"There's nothing wrong with relaxing in a stream of water," Shizen murrs as she sits up, finishing with rinsing her body before washing her hair, getting some grease and gunk out of the black and green strands before turning to see her commander in a stall on the opposite side. Conveniently the stalls were just a few inches too high for her nipples to be fully exposed, so when she leaned over the edge to get the conditioner she wasn't showing much to her superior officer. "Have you ever wondered if someone got different scars for the same reason you got your own?" she asks him after telling Jal that she'll be at the movie, though she might be passing out near halfway through. "And I've been meaning to ask, what kind of mech did you apply for back in the Academy training?" she asks Aren.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 00:22:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan&nbsp; talked to Spyder as she dumped the food and booze in the galley, and the movies in the common room. After that she returned to the hanger to hook&nbsp; a power coupling, comm lines and a fluid feed into her Spyder. As she connected them in, she continued to compare notes with the AI.<br><br>&nbsp;"Alright, save and store. I'll want to look at it after I get some rest. You get some rest too. If you want,&nbsp; run a scan of the machines we hauled in, check the damage and see how many we can use for spare parts or if I can fix one or more up for an extra." She said, patting the mech's flank fondly.<br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan checked the hanger doors, noting the Captain's personal door seemed to have a hydralics problem from the large puddle that had dripped out. Frowning, she taps the comm. "Captain Aren, found your door problem. Hydraulic leak. You might have to replace it." <br><br>&nbsp;She sighed, grabbing towels to clean up the mess and set a bucket under the leak to catch anymore drips. After that Mhegan went to her room, washing her hands enough she wouldn't get a towel dirty and grabbed some clean clothes. She went into the showers, nodding at Shi and Jal while she touched a certain spot on the bodysiut and it loosened enough she was able to push it off onto the floor.<br><br>&nbsp;She gladly stripped it off. Stuffing it into a laundry basket while she grabbed her towl and took a stall close to the others. She turned the water on. Squealing as the first icy blast hits her skin. "AAahh.. Curse it that's cold!" The pipes were whcked and she sighed as the water heated up enough to take a real chill off. <br><br>&nbsp;Quickly Mhegan lathered up her hands and began washing herself. Soapy hands&nbsp; caressed her dark skin, rubbing over the pebbled nipples and youthfully firm breasts. Mheg's eyes fell partially closed as she washed herself. Taking time to let the lukewarm water sooth tired muscles. <br><br>&nbsp;Despite her enjoyment of the shower, Mhegan took the time to lather and rinse, spending some time making sure her breasts and her folds were clean. She bit her lip as her fingers rub the small womnan's labia and clit, and she shuddered for a long moment. A icy blast of water brought her back to herself and she finished rinsing herself off.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;She washed her hair last. The white lather starkly contrasting her dark hair and skin. The spray from the showerhead washed the soap from her hair.&nbsp; She whacked the pipe again, sighing as warmer water flowed out. "We need to get that fixed", mutters as she used the conditioner on her hair. "We should be able to make a tank that can be heated or a series of pipes that can heat the water that runs through them in a reliable manner. Hitting the pipes shouldn't be necessary. If I got time in the next few weeks, I can try and install one and make a large bathtub." She said, rinsing her hair a last time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 01:10:03</strong>
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				Jal took her time in the locker room, combing her long hair out for several minutes to wick away most of the remaining moisture in her hair, then she poked her head around the corner of the locker room at Mheg's outburst about making a reliable water heater. "Give me a few hours, a soldering gun, a magnetic coil, and an empty barrel about two hundred gallons in size, and I can make a water heater that'll last for about an hour per person for the entire unit."<br><br>She paused, then grinned. "Oh; if we're going to make a tub, let's put some heating coils into the walls of the tub as well so it'll be warm when you get in, instead of so cold your bits will freeze off. Also, it should be big enough for the entire unit at once, or just for us girls."<br><br>She grinned at Aren, deliberately taunting him with the suggestion, then ducked back into the locker room, bundling up her dirty clothes of the day and stuffing them into her small mini-pack. A few moments later she was in the common room, semi-curled up on the large plush couch, waiting for everyone else to appear to start the movie. In front of her were several moviechips, as well as the projector unit that was pre-aimed at the Pull-down screen normally used for slideshows. The Speakers, however, were top-grade surround sound units, which meant that they were not Mil-spec, which caused Jal to chuckle slightly as she considered making popcorn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 07:15:18</strong>
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				Keira was mostly quiet after everything had happened. The day had taken its overall toll, and now she was feeling the after effects of the combat low. The adrenaline had worn off and the rush of combat was gone, and Keira was left tired. But not sleepy, just tired. Plus, the thing with Aren left her feeling weird. He had completely taken off on her out of the blue, she was almost saddened by the idea she'd offended him or make him uncomfortable, but as per her normal routine she shrugged it all off as he had no interest in her. But at least she had tried. The mission plan was pretty obvious, but Keira had her mind elseware. She was that little sister everyone picked on but kind of paid little attention too. That was kind of how she liked it, though she was outgoing even Keira liked having her alone time. Preferably when people started getting close. It all came back to the unit she'd started in, getting to know everyone very well then having a lot of them getting killed and the heartbreak even Keira couldn't push through without tears. Though her doubts about anyone in this unit getting killed were high, it was a mix of fear and worry that usually made her stick to betting her combat abilities rather than have any downtime.<br><br>When the speaking about movies and food came up, Keira quietly excused herself and made her way down to the hangar where the mechs were stored. The only advantage her mech had on the battlefield was its stealth ability and her AI, whom she hadn't programed to respond to any name except its given callsign, 'Delta'. It was a very passive AI, scanning the land scape for anything unnormal and especially so in areas Keira visited often. In truth Keira wasn't very smart with AI's, she wanted to ask someone to help her program it differently, but then again after the things that had been happening to her squadmates regarding their AI's lately, Keira was uneasy about letting them near it. The last thing she needed was her AI focusing on her butt in combat instead of the enemy mechs sneaking up behind her.<br><br>Keira vigorously hoisted herself up onto her mech and pulled open the control panel. The new wiring she'd thrown in to her mech was still doing its job, IE, not catching fire or shorting out. Hopefully, these upgraded fiber optic wires would allow her mech to move and generally just work better than it did ususally. She was not as good as mechanic as everyone else, but Keira had built this mech from mostly scratch save for the body design and main control panels. A satisfied smiled crossed her face as she hopped inside her mech and flipped on all systems. Everything turned on, and even her ADCM systems came on without a flicker. Finally, after almost 4 months of consistant working, her mech was back to a maximum effective state. <br><br>Powering down, Keira jumped out and let out a quiet cheer of joy. She made her way back up to her quarters and changed out of her oily mechanics scrubs into just her underwear, picking up her uniform. The military uniform, aka the cat suit, wasn't exactly the most optimal uniform for a hard military enviroment. Unless your a man and pitching a tent is standard or if your a woman its cold outside. The cat suit left little to the imagination, although the name tag reading 'Stokes' on her left breast did help her out a bit when it was cold. One sister usually listens to the other, when it came to Keira's personal sisters.<br><br>Keira grabbed a towel and some soap, and quickly made her way into the showers, slipping by everyone with an uneasy smile, Keira managed to wiggle herself into a smaller stall and looked up at the shower head with a frustrated look on her face. "<strong>Alright you...</strong>" She quietly said, pointing an aggressive finger up at the pipe. "<strong>I swear to God, if you-WAHHH!</strong>" Keira yelped as she unleashed the flow of water and was met with an ice cold burst of water right to the chest. Her entire body shivered with this new sensation, and her body responded in its usual means. Keira closed her eyes and imagined a sunny, warm beach with beautiful light blue water and lots and lots of sand, warm sand. But, an ice berg dropped from the sky as the water froze over and the sand turned to snow. The sun turned to a sky of clouds and Keira was once again reminded of the snowy hell she'd managed to find herself stuck on.<br><br>Lathering up herself with soap, she washed herself with speed and a hint of aggression. She wanted to either go so quickly it was over before she froze into a Keira-sicle, or she warmed <em>herself</em> up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 19:45:14</strong>
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				Aren looked up, and smiled faintly at Shiz, blushing at his current state of undress. "Well, I was recruited into the Officer Training program when I was 10, and they pegged me as a squad leader early on. What about you?" It was then that he looked around, and noticed that he was surrounded by women, all of whom were completely nude. He blushed more deeply, looking firmly at the floor. "I like the idea of the tub, Jal," he said stiffly, turning in a futile attempt to hide his arousal at the current situation. He dared not look up; the last thing he wanted was to offend his troops by ogling them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 01:13:03</strong>
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				"Ran through the academy, was pulled out before graduation due to the third Daengean raid and apparently had enough capabilities in melee and stealth to be able to be bumped from barely making it to an Honors graduation," she says and leans back from the divider, rinsing out her hair before running her fingers through it and not caring that the water in her stall was beginning to decrease in temperature again. "I got Hound as part of the 'present' for graduation on that note and ended up with an unsuitable group who ended a majority of their careers in their second mission, leaving me on the back lines since there wasn't a need for melee mechs until this unit had an opening when funding was given to it." Shizen finishes rinsing and turns off her shower head and grins at Aren. "I did my research before accepting the transfer, didn't want to end up on the back lines again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 06:37:01</strong>
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				Aren smiled, finally mustering the courage to peek over the divider tentatively at Shizen. "Well, you won't have to worry about that," he said, smiling at her, "You're one of the best pilots I've ever seen. Unless you get yourself blown up, you're a Shadow until you retire." Turning off the water, he wrapped his towel around his waist and walked out of the shower room. <br><br>The path back to Aren's quarters led him through the common room, where, to his shock, he saw Jalith sitting, waiting for people. "Ummm... I-I'm sorry; I didn't..." he stammered, freezing in his tracks, fully nude, save for the towel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 06:42:12</strong>
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				Jal dropped her head backwards, looking at Aren for a long moment, followed by her straightening back up, and stifling a giggle. "Might want to consider pants before the rest of the girls get here for the movie."<br><br>She smiles, taking the sting out of her comment, then picked up a vidchip. "What do you think? Oldie from the Twentieth Century, or something more recent? I have a hankering for a classic Action movie or something. Also, once you come back, can you make us some popcorn? I think that'll get everyone else out of the showers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 06:51:18</strong>
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				Aren's face turned a deep crimson, and his eyes locked on the floor. He sped through the room, practically sprinting down the hall into his quarters, dressing in record time. <br><br>He returned to the common area a few moments later, a broad grin on his face. "Now," he said, "About that popcorn." He placed a pot filled with oil and kernels on the stove, and within a matter of minutes, produced a large bowl of the fluffy white nodules, perfectly popped, with just a hint of salt and butter. "An action movie sounds perfect," he said, settling on the sofa next to Jalith, "If you want more salt or butter, I can get it for you." For whatever reason, he found himself overly helpful whenever he was alone with a beautiful woman; despite his best efforts, he could not figure out why he did it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 07:09:01</strong>
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				Jal smiled, mirth twinkling in her eyes as she mooched a handful of popcorn from the large steel bowl that held the puffs, then, popping the nodules into her mouth one at a time, she used her free hand to pick up one vidchip next to the projector, plugging it into the unit and setting the projector to remain paused until the other girls got out of the shower. "So, Aren. Speaking as a person, not as CO of this motley crew of misfits, nutjobs, and borderline lesbians..."<br><br>She paused, trying to stifle a grin for a moment, but failed. "Know where I can get some spare clothes? My stuff is coming via the 'usual transfer method' which means that I had to get here, Post-haste, but my personal effects will take at least a week to show up. Also, I hope you like classics. This movie was supposedly made in the year.... Nineteen-Seventy nine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 07:25:08</strong>
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				Aren nodded slowly. "Well... you might be able to borrow some from another member of our team, maybe Mhegan. But, if you don't want to do that, I just recieved new clothes from HQ, basic dress shirts and slacks. You're welcome to them until your clothes get here." He smiled, noting the odd bumps in her nightgown where her nipple piercings resided. She was certainly attractive, there was no denying that, and Aren felt a stirring in his baggy pajama pants. Crossing his legs quickly, he looked up at her. "Other than that, there's nothing much we can do but wait."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 07:31:14</strong>
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				Jal chuckled, swiping another handful of popcorn. "In case you haven't noticed, I have a solid five inches on her, and I don't wear the standard-issue 'second-skin suit'. If I did borrow something of hers, well, It'd be at least a size and a half too small."<br><br>She smiled, leaning back against the couch and propping her feet up on the table the projector was sitting on, idly wiggling her bare toes. "So, what about lodging? I assume that the extra rooms were stripped by command, so I'll probably have to take up temporary residence with another member of the team, too."<br><br>She paused, then smiled, patting his arm. "And sorry, but Co-ed sleeping arrangements aren't high on my list of priorities yet. Also, before you ask, yes, I do have multiple piercings, yes, I know you're looking at the uppermost pair under my shirt, no I don't particularly mind, and no, I don't have any tattoos."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 07:33:25</strong>
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				"Thanks," she says and softly blushes from the compliment, turning away and beginning to pad her towel on her body to dry off. With the water already off, she turns back to look at Aren, smiling to him before looking back to her patch of tile. "I'm glad that he's not a jerk," she whispers to herself almost under her breath, beginning to dry out her hair with a few quick and pressed ruffles of her hands inside of the towel. <br><br>Once dried, Shizen wraps the towel around her waist and chest, belting it above her thighs with her metal and leather belt. With a small jog and her dirty clothes in arms, she enters into her room and dresses back into the carelessly thrown light blue pajamas on her bed and then gleefully running to the comm room, bouncing in before finding a soft spot and pulling one of the pillows she brought along into her arms and wrapping her legs around it.<br><br>(someone remind me to read those posts?)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 07:35:42</strong>
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				Aren blushed. "Sorry," he said, looking down. "As for your room, Balix's room has been cleared out, and all of the furniture has been replaced; even the paint and flooring are new. If you want that room, it's all yours, otherwise, you are welcome to live with whoever you choose."<br><br>At the mention of the classic film, Aren grinned. "The older the better," he said, "I love classic movies."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 07:44:35</strong>
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				She smiled again, then waved at Shi, beckoning the brunette over to Sit on the opposite Side of Aren and help herself to the popcorn. "It's alright. Shi's offered to let me bunk in her room until I get my stuff over here, whenever that'll be, though, I think I might see if I can also kill time with the other members, simply because it'd be rude to monopolize one person."<br><br>She then leaned over slightly, and whispered in his ear. "I don't mind appreciative looks, y'know; you're a guy, you can't help it, yadda yadda yadda. And I think I'll take a 'fresh' room; Bal might grumble about it, but I think she wouldn't want to be supplanted so quickly. Isn't there an empty room between Shi's and Mheg's? That'll put me right in the middle of the place, give or take."<br><br>She then Stretched over with one arm and poked Shi's earlobe, just to tease the younger pilot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 07:49:08</strong>
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				Aren nodded, breath catching in his throat at the closeness of Jal's lips to his ear. "You are ob-observant," he stammered, looking down. "Feel f-free to m-move in there, if you'd like, and you can borrow my clothes, too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 09:08:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan listened to the banter over the sound of the showers. She wacked her pipe several times, grumbling at the decidedly substandard water heating system in the base. She rinsed her hair a last time. Pressing the water from the long wet tresses with her hands before turning the stream off. <br><br>&nbsp;By then Aren had left so Mhegan felt safe enough to open the door to her stall and step out to dry off. Quickly she rubbed her hair mostly dry, finishing by wrapaping a towel around her head. Then used a second towl on her body. As she dried herself, she felt her legs and the mound&nbsp; of her labis, nodding as she felt smooth skin. Luckily, her unknown parents had blessed her with good genes that left her mostly hairless below the neck. <br><br>&nbsp;She finished drying herself off and pulled on her clean clothes. An old slightly baggy tee shirt that was now a nightgown covering her to mid thigh. She grabbed her bodysuit as she passed the basket. The small woman passed through the common room at a mild trot which did interesting things to the front of her shirt and lifted the hem almost to her bottom.<br><br>&nbsp;After dropping off the bodysuit, she finished drying her hair. Roughly combing it before putting it up in a sloppy bun. Then she returned to the common room and grabbed a large pillow to curl around on the couch. "What's the choices for tonight?" She asked, poking at the vidchips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 17:21:15</strong>
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				Jal smiled, lifting a few chips, then pointing at the one in the player. "Well, I brought a few personal classics, like Star Wars, Episode Four, Alien, and the original Terminator, then there's the movies Shi got, as well as the so-called stockpile that you had before i got here."<br><br>She leaned over, accidentally letting everyone get a good view down the loose collar of her own nightshirt, and stole the bowl of popcorn, offering it to Mhegan. "Should we get some drinks too, and play a drinking game? Every time we see a Cliche, we take a shot?"<br><br>She paused, looking around for a moment. "I guess Keira's still in the shower. Hope she pops up soon, otherwise she might miss the start of the movie. Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I tossed in the chip for Alien. I'm.... well, I like the 'oldies' that sorta started the action and horror movie genres."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 19:55:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan sat on the couch, hugging the pillow. "No, that's fine. Those movies are so old, they're funny." She pokes the 'Alien' vidchip. The bowl of popcorn she settled between her and Jal, popping a few into her mouth. She'd stolen a quick glance at Jal's cleavage when she bent over, then hugged her pillow tighter. <br><br>&nbsp;"A 'Get Drunk' Game? Sure, If someone, or several people are on hand to stay sober or if there are any 'Sober-Up's (tm)'&nbsp; avalible, I'd feel safer. The last thing I want is to be attacked when we are blitzed." She poked the chips again then settled back in the comfy couch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 20:22:50</strong>
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				Jal smiled, getting up, and bending forwards, swapping out the chip she had put into the projector earlier for her copy of 'Alien', then walked into the kitchen, coming back with four shot glasses and a large bottle of strong whiskey. Leaning over the back of the couch, she passed one glass to Shi and Mheg, then swiftly somersaulted over the back of the couch, not heeding the fact that her shirt rode up to show off her panties for a few moments, placing the last two glasses and the bottle on the table in front of the quartet.<br><br>"I vote Aren stays Sober tonight. He can get drunk off his ass next movie night." She giggled, holding up her empty shot glass, then, grabbing Mheg's and Shi's glasses, she put the four glasses in a row, and filled them with the whiskey. "So, one shot for every time one of us gets scared, one shot every time a person dies in the movie, and one shot when a classic horror movie cliche happens, like splitting up in the dark. Okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 20:47:33</strong>
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				Shizen batted her hand at the ear poke, giggling before squeezing her pillow with her calves and thighs and stealing a small handful of popcorn, munching on each kernel at a time after sticking her tongue out to catch the tastey morsels. "I'm up for the classic," she votes, poking Aren in the shoulder before looking at him like she didn't do the action. "Though for Aren being the only sober one seems rather... well, devious. Then again he is the captain and he can still drink if he wants," she smiles and then raises a perked eyebrow. "If he thinks that he can handle it."<br><br>Even though Shizen was young, her body was far more endurant due to her own batch of genetics, her favorite being a high resistance against illness, disease, as well as alcohal. On her Honors graduation she took straight shots of rum in one of the contests and didn't get buzzed until halfway through, the male who was known for his drinking games already on the verge of blacking out. "I vote rum," she says and releases her pillow, sitting up and leaning against the top of the couch before letting herself fall backwards and then catching herself gracefully, somber as she sways over to the fridge and pulls out a pair of bottles of her own rum mixed with a fruit beverage to make the burn seem nonexistant. "Once we're done with the whiskey, which seems like halfway through the movie, we'll drop into my own concoction," she says and then slips into her seat again, putting the bottles on the table but away from the glasses for now. "I'm game."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 03:23:29</strong>
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				Aren chuckled at the banter between the women. "I don't mind staying sober, if you guys trust me, that is," he said, smiling reassuringly. Rising from the sofa, he poured himself a tall glass of soda before returning to his seat. "I solemnly swear that I will remain trustworthy in my sobriety, never taking advantage of your inebriated state of being." He looked at each of the women seated around him, smiling at all of them as he settled in to his seat. "Now, let's start that movie!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 04:57:36</strong>
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				Jal snickered slightly, filling the shot glasses, then, after a few seconds, she turned on the Projector, starting the movie as the lights in the Common room shut off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 05:44:00</strong>
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				Aren smiled, taking a drink of his soda, before settling into his seat between the beautiful young women. He was careful to keep his legs crossed, hiding his arousal from all parties. No need to give them any indication he found their choices of sleep attire incredibly attractive, even if they were simply oversized t-shirts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 10:11:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;"So everyone drinks then or just certain people?" Mhegan asked as the drinks were set up. She eyed the shot glasses warily. She could handle some drinks, but too many and she became loopy at the least. Being small, she had little tolerance for alcohol. She'd never been into the drinking games that others were in training and after the indicent in high school, she'd avoided most alcohol. Now though.. it felt right to be here with friends and companions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 10:19:33</strong>
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				Jal smiled as she looked at the people around her. "If a person in this room gets scared, they take a shot. If a person in the movie does something stupid, like, say, go off alone, we all take a shot."<br><br>Thirty minutes later, the facehugger attacked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 14:45:35</strong>
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				Keira forced herself to enjoy the ice cold shower and quickly, almost rapidly, turned off the water when she was content with her clean state. She looked in the mirror at her naked body and sighed, using both her hands to cup each of her breasts and lift them up slightly, jiggling them with a disconcerned look on her face. She wasn't sure if it was stress or what, but her boobs seemed....more perky than usual. Normally she'd assume pregnancy, but since she hadn't been the source of a mans pleasure for an obsurdly long time, that was out of the question. Keira quickly dried herself off and dawned her rarely used, cat suit style uniform. The problems came when her...body's alarm system regarding the temperature outside, primarily on her breasts, decided not to concur with the uniform's structure or its disagreement with the female body, or at least its shape.<br><br>After a few minutes of nipple poking and alot of jumping around, Keira finally slid into her actual uniform and looked at herself in the mirror. She had gotten skinny, or at least lost some weight, since she'd been here. Crappy food and more work than usual with such a small staff meant a good looking Keira, and a happily fitting uniform, at least below the breast line. Keira tried to keep the cleavage to a minimum, but the most recent occasion of her wearing this uniform, over 13 months ago, meant it didn't agree with her as much now. She sighed and decide to take her actually getting into the uniform as a small victory.<br><br>With arms crossed and chin high, Keira made her way into the common room and took up a seating position with everyone else. "<strong>Sorry for the long wait...my...uh,</strong>" Keira fought to think of the right words beyond 'my uniform disagrees strongly with the position of my boobs'. "<strong>...I had a clothing malfunction. Solved. Heh.</strong>" Keira smirked, turning slightly to her left and folding her pillow over, leaning back and crossing her legs, half leaning against the couch and half leaning against her pillow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 18:24:45</strong>
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				Jal smiled as Keira arrived, just in time for the opening shot of the <em>Nostromo</em> in the movie itself, and quickly reiterated the rules of the drinking game, smiling slightly and offering her the bowl of popcorn in the interim. "I hope that's not your nightclothes, Keira. Seems rather... uncomfortable, for the most part, considering Mhegan's own problems with her suit earlier today."<br><br>She giggled, automatically ducking to avoid a swat from the smaller woman sitting on her left, even if the swat never came. As the movie continued along, due to the nature of the digitized film, and the rules of the game, Jal had to refill her shot glass four times, primarily due to the Movie Stupidity of the crew, though, as the movie zoomed into the Derelict, and the massive horde of eggs below, She winced slightly, looking jumpy, before leaning over to Mheg and whispering in the smaller woman's ear. "This part always made me jump when I was younger."<br><br>Moments later, Kane get a facehugger to the head, causing Jal to jump slightly, barely repressing a squeak of terror, and then taking a fifth shot, the strong whiskey, likely close to 120-proof, having a mild effect upon her, causing her skin to warm, her cheeks to blush slightly, and causing her to, when not pouring new drinks for everyone, lean back and rest her left arm across Mhegan's shoulders, her right across Aren's to gently latch onto Shi's.<br><br>Frankly, She would have reached further to latch onto Keira as well, but her arms didn't stretch nearly that far. Smiling, she Enjoyed the movie, relaxing in the company of her new companions, and enjoying the mild buzz of being 'pleasantly' drunk; that stage between 'not drunk yet' and 'Slurred' when inhibitions began to fall by the wayside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 19:36:37</strong>
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				Aren chuckled as he watched his team laugh and drink and carry on, sipping his soda. Jalith was certainly a good fit with the rest of his team. As the buzzed woman reached across his lap, Aren blushed slightly, and pulled back into the overstuffed cushions of the sofa. He turned to Keira, craning his neck over the top of Shiz's head and flashed her a smile. "Don't worry about the uniform," he said reassuringly, "I know all about clothing malfunctions; these uniforms were designed with people half our size in mind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 20:39:52</strong>
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				Shizens plain light blue pajamas were loose fitting on her, though around the neck and waist line the elastic kept her body from shrugging off the clothing when she least wanted it to. By the fourth shot she could feel her mind begin to somewhat swish in her head, the popcorn seeming to be taking out her stomach's defenses against the vodka. Though she wasn't scared during the movie since it looked like an earlier version of 'Experiments in the Darkness part 7' but with different creatures as the experiements. She couldn't help but be grosed out from the face hugger part, wondering what the reason behind it was. Suffocation would have been pointless, since the creature could have been stabbed or possibly torn off with enough force... "Oh my mecha those little bastards rape your face!" she laughs out, batting her hands like a kitten from the fact, sticking her tongue out in reflex as she leans back just in time for Aren to crane his neck while she turns to look at Jal, the bare neck almost making her drool a little before she shyly turns back to the movie, figiting with her pillow and getting the small bottle of pills from inside the zipper and popping one into her mouth, knowing that she needed to take her meds soon and didn't feel like forgetting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 20:52:13</strong>
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				Jal snickered, shaking her head at Shi's comment. "A faceful of Alien Wing-wong. Not how I want to die."<br><br>She grinned, then relaxed as Kane Died Messily at the dinner table, the chestburster scene iconic since its inception so many years ago, and, despite the age of the film still worth showing due to the obvious reactions of horror and fearful disgust from the rest of the crew. "And now, the real scares begin, Shi. It's not the sight freaks, it's the tension."<br><br>Jal smiled, moving her hand slightly to rest her right arm on the back of the couch, then, several minutes later, during a particularly tense scene, she gently tickled the back of Shi's neck just as Dallas was going into the Ship's vent system.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 00:18:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan had to take a few drinks at the cheesy points. The movie less than frightening to her since she wasn't paying much attention to it, but was watching her companions out of the corner of her eyes instead. One of the few friends she had in the orphanage had loved this movie and watched it constantly. The result being Mhegan was less than surprized at the suspense points. <br><br>&nbsp;Still she was feeling the drinks she'd drunk and had sagged back, only to lean towards Jal when her arm was draped across her shoulders. A bemused smile on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 00:29:47</strong>
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				The tickle to the back of her neck caused Shizen to jump from the couch and almost fall back over the side. "Gah! Cheater!" she yells out and throws a handfull of popcorn at Jal, taking her shot because she was still scared even if not by the movie. Her eyes narrowed slightly at Jal before looking to Mhegan and noticing the smile, grinning in return. "Have enough to drink there Mhegs?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 01:04:44</strong>
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				Jal paused, throwing the stray popcorn back at Shi before stealing the almost-empty bowl and snacking on a few salt-laden and buttery kernels, her left arm almost unconsciously pulling Mheg closer to her in the genuinely scary parts in the movie, as the whiskey bottle was finally emptied.<br><br>Almost as if feeling her inhibitions slide from her due to being more than slightly buzzed, not to mention knowing that everyone else was, depending on their physiology, as buzzed, if not moreso, except Aren, who was stuck drinking soda pop. "So, all things being equal, having fun?"<br><br>She smiled, lolling her head back to deliberately avoid a particularly scream-able scene her left hand having dropped slightly and her fingertips absently found the curve of Mheg's left breast for a moment before Jal remembered where her hand was and moved it up onto the back of the couch, dangling down the back of the plush construction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 04:35:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Mmmmmmm..? Oh, I have had a few drinks... a couple.. " She burst into giggles, covering her mouth with a hand. "Several. If I have a few more I'll be really limp. I never could hold my drink." Just then she started when Jal's hand brushed the side of her breast. The small woman squeeked, burrowing into Jal for a moment before she realized what she'd done. "I need a drink, but there's nothing left.." Mheg poked her empty glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 04:43:24</strong>
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				"I can solve that problem," Shizen smiles as she loosens the cap on her special mix bottle, pouring in the slightly red beverage into the shot before giving herself and Jal one in the shot glasses as well. "She's mean in this game, isn't she Mhegan?" she smiles and absent-mindedly takes her shot right where there's a split up, not even realizing that she just took it in the first place. Leaning over Aren, she passes over the smaller bottle before thinking about sitting on the lap next to her... well somewhat next to her. "Aren, want to taste the rum and juice mixed together before it's gone?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 05:06:17</strong>
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				Jal smiled and, having seen the classic movie more than once, leaned over to Mheg as she took the shot for the characters splitting up. "You alright? I know I'm not."<br><br>She paused, looking serious for a moment before cracking up, a smile popping out of her facade as she chuckled. Jal's liver had, at that point, said 'Screw it, get blotto', and went on strike, causing her to suddenly realize that yes, she was going to be monumentally hung-over, but, for some strange reason, she wanted to Kiss Everyone.<br><br>After a long moment of mental deliberation, she shrugged slightly, focusing back on the movie which was nearing the climax, her left hand moving again to rest between herself and Mhegan, warm, alcohol-heated fingertips finding that a bare thigh was just as pleasing to the touch as a clothed breast. Moments later, she had to move her right arm, picking up her newest shot for yet another cliche; that of 'blow the entire place up to kill one thing'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 05:43:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;"I'm feeling drunk.. loopy.. loose limbed. I never understood why people call it being 'fuzzy'. There's nothing fuzzy about it. more like my joints ans limbs are moving in a warmed oil bath. Smooth and free moving." Mhegan waved her arm around, giggling, her cheeks faintly red. <br><br>&nbsp;During the movie, her shirt had ridden up to her waist and only the pillow she was hugging&nbsp; prevented anyone from seeing anymore than a bare thigh and hip, or a look at her bare ass as she had leaned forward to get her drink. She didn't stir when she felt the hand resting on her leg, but leaned back in the comfy couch back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 06:00:18</strong>
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				Jal leaned to her left slightly, her head nodding downwards just a bit, as the movie built towards its denouement as the Day's events finally caught up with her, leaving her feeling drained and somewhat blurry around the edges. Trying to catch her balance, her right hand grabbed hold of the back of the couch, while her left, trying to help maintain her ability to stay upright, accidentally moved upwards slightly, pressing gently against Mhegan's thigh at the junction of torso and leg.<br><br>Blushing slightly, she paused, closing her eyes for a long moment, then, much like a tree in a windstorm, she slowly toppled sideways, the deathgrip her right arm had on the couch's back causing her to flop over Aren's legs, her head landing on Shizen's lap, while Mheg got a great view of Jal's posterior, the light shirt having ridden up to reveal her undergarments of choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 07:54:32</strong>
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				Aren chuckled, slipping his arms quickly under the young Jalith, and lifting her as he rose. "Sounds like someone's a little tired," he said, smiling down at her. He walked slowly back to her quarters, careful to keep his hands off of her more sensitive areas.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 09:45:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan's cheeks reddened further when she drank Shizen's concoction. The juice masking a good deal of the taste, so she drank a full glass and poured another and drank that before settling back just as Jal's hand fell to the top of her thigh. The touch made Mhegan stiffen ever so slightly.<br><br>&nbsp; Her thoughts a muddled mess, she knew that there should have been something wrong with that touch, but couldn't think enough through the process to discover what it was. So she watched with a bemused look as Jal slid down to lay across Aren's legs and landed her head in Shizen's lap. She blinked owlishly at Jal's bottom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 17:42:09</strong>
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				Jal's right arm poked Aren in the stomach as soon as he lifted her up. "Movie's not over, I'm not going anywhere until it's done. Besides, I bet you're about ready to spring a hydraulic leak"<br><br>She smiled slightly, her eyes almost-closed as, instead of acquiescing to being picked up and carried off, she rolled onto her back, stretching her legs out over the arm of the couch and inadvertently trapping Mheg in place by pinning her between Pillow and Couch back so she could watch the last few minutes of the movie.<br><br>Finally, only after the Credits began to roll did she close her eyes, Slipping into almost-instant slumber, which let Aren slowly haul her not-waifish frame into a spare bedroom, with a Real bed in it, not a prefab chunk of formed plastics and foam. "After a long moment where he Settled her in, she cracked open an eye and looked at him. "You stuck me in Balix's room, didn't you? There's a bed in here, not a plastic cot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 21:19:48</strong>
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				"Hey... don't drink too much or it'll make your liquidy feeling become..." Shizen says to Mhegan before she gets a head in her lap, looking down to notice that she's almost unconcious and then going into a small giggle fit from the tickling sensation when her lap head was pulled away. When Aren got up she lost her warm body to be next to, and snuggled up to Mhegan instead. With an unknown urge and a lack of self control, she leans up and kisses Mhegan on the cheak, laying over her lap like a kitten who had just woken up. "I never did thank you for the things you've helped me with, or have done for me... Thank you Mhegan..." she whispers up and then lays on her back to look up at her comrade, Shizens breasts under her pajama shirt partially pressed to Mhegans stomach as she gives her a content smile that could be mistaken for a signal for something more intimate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 22:36:04</strong>
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				Aren nodded, smiling at her. "You are in my room," he said quietly. "Trust me, you don't want to sleep on one of the standard bunks drunk; you won't be able to move in the morning." He tucked her gently under the covers, chuckling at feeling paternal toward this grown woman. "I'll be out on the sofa tonight," he said, flicking the lights off as he walked toward the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 08:40:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan blinked when she was trapped by Jal's legs, but stayed and watched the end of the movie. By the time it was over, she was almost at the dozing stage. Everything a warm pleasant glow. Shizen's kiss brought her back to herself and she blinked again, realizing Shizen had wormed her way in between her and the pillow. <br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan's cheeks bloomed a deepening red as she realized how her shirt had ridden up. Shizen was laying across Mheg's bare lap with her chest pressed against her belly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 20:12:33</strong>
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				"You're realy comfy," Shizen yawns as her still cloth clad breasts rest against Mhegans stomach, though growing a little uncomfortable due to her current position. "Here," she says while sitting up, then pulling Mhegan next to her on the couch though this time the smaller woman is on the inside of the couch. "Much... better..." she whispers into Mhegan's ear, her left arm wrapped over Mhegan's side and softly rubbing her stomach just above the normal panty line.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 21:40:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;Feeling very mellow ansd relaxed, Mhegan lay down, snuggling into Shizen. Her shirt rucked up well over her hips. She gave a drunken smile, enjoying the warmth. "you're warm.." murmurs, burrowing&nbsp; back into the larger woman.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 21:49:14</strong>
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				Aren walked down the hall, back towards the common room. As he reached the entrance, he stopped, noting the two women curled up sensually on the sofa. Blushing deeply, he quickly walked back to his room, and grabbed a spare blanket and pillow from the closet. "Looks like I'm sleeping over with Gareth," he murmured, chuckling as he walked back to the lift.<br><br>Reaching the hangar, he extended his cockpit seat, curling up in it under the blanket. It was uncomfortable, but he had slept on worse during basic training. "A little Thelonius tonight, Yvette," he said with a yawn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 22:05:58</strong>
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				"I know," she giggles, her own buzzed smile figured with a blush on her cheaks and face. "wearing more than just a shirt does that to a girl." Shizen can't help but somewhat pet Mhegan down her side, her fingers lightly running down the girls waist hips and thighs. "Here," Shizen whispers and then rolls Mhegan to the back after scooting herself to the edge of the couch, keeping Mhegan warm with both her own body and the residual heat from the couch, her hands still on the woman's form and still running her fingers up and down, savoring the feel of the soft skin under her fingertips. "How do you even stand that suit? You'd think it would get annoying easily," she whispers to Mhegan, her finger squishing her butt before she giggles lightly and hugs Mhegan in her arms.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 23:02:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan gave a small shrug, being like this didn't bother her at the moment. She squirmed a bit, stretching when Shizen's fingers slid along her side. As she settled&nbsp; more comfortably between Shizen and the back of the couch, she wiggled, reaching under her shirt to scratch at her rib cage, dragging the shirt up higher on her belly. The slow stroking of Shizen's fingers made her sigh softly, enjoying the&nbsp; pleasant sensations. <br><br>&nbsp;"The suit? I've worn one for so long, I'm used to it.&nbsp; I've worn one since basic training, usually with something over it, but often just the suit." she murmurs, smiling and unconsciously arching up to the teasing fingers. So relaxed was she, Mhegan didn't react badly when Shiz cupped her bottom, but merely drew her leg up a bit. "MMm.. fingers feel nice." The drunken woman said quietly, giving&nbsp; Shiz a relaxed smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 04:25:13</strong>
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				Jal lay in the bed silently, her eyes open in the darkness before she sat up and looked around. After several moments, her curiosity got the better of her, and she spoke, recalling the briefing she had been given regarding Aren's AI Compatriot. "Yvette?"<br><br><strong>"Yes Leftenant?"</strong> The AI's quite voice was characteristically feminine, though, by design there was a faint metallic tone to the voice.<br><br>"Please bring up the Specifications for my 'Mech, and project onto the screen in this room. I'd like to plan some upgrades, and this seems like a good time." Jal smiled slightly, walking over to the wall screen and looking at the wireframe schematic of her 'mech, then touched the image, pausing its rotation and, using both hands she utilized the touch-sensitive screen to remove the image's armour.<br><br>"Opinion; Best location to install a Heavy combat laser for ease of maintenance and low risk of damage, as well as large arc of fire." Yvette paused for a few moments, then caused a section of the 'Mech's body, just to the left of the cockpit, to light up.<br><br><strong>"Installing a standard-issue Heavy laser in this location will cause minimal internal stresses to the body of the unit, and will offer a Seventy-degree arc of fire due to variable-angle focusing lenses. Suggestion: Allocate resources for a Second heavy Laser mount on the opposite section of the torso to maintain arc of fire for Approximately One hundred and thirty degrees."</strong> Jal nodded at Yvette's suggestion, opening up a file to write down such suggestions.<br><br>"Alright. Conjecture; Primary purpose of 'mech is Long-range Fire support. Currently, 'Mech has a single Two Hundred and Eighty Millimetre Cannon Mounted upon a retrofitted Crane platform at Rear of 'Mech. What weapons Would best increase long-range indirect firepower without interfering with the cannon's operations?" Jal then paused, and smiled slightly.<br><br>"Secondary Function of 'mech is Medium-range weapon platform. Currently, only viable medium-range platform is a Single Medium Rotary AT cannon. Query; Would Installing a Second Rotary Unit, be of tactical use, despite likelihood of reduction in Speed and Armour Coverage?"<br><br>Jal sat on the edge of the bed, watching as the Wireframe Reformed into what was recognisable as her 'Mech, only with two laser Apertures on each side of the head, a Second Rotary Cannon on the Left Shoulder to Match the one on the right, and a Pair of Missile racks further back upon each flank. Also, each leg, over three and a half feet across due to the heavy armour covering the 'mech, sprouted a series of Metal pods on top of the High Pauldrons covering the knee joints.<br><br><strong>"Result. Firepower increase of Approximately Four Hundred and Fifty percent at range between Two Hundred and Eight Hundred Metres. Loss of Armour plating to compensate for increased heat and weight of weapons and Ammunition in excess of two tons. Loss of Mobility in excess of Fifteen Kilometres per hour. Additional equipment includes Four Pairs of AP Pods; Two Shigunga-Twenty Class LRM Missile Launchers, Paired Heavy Lasers in fixed forward mounts, and, due to risk of flanking or rear offensives, Three Defiance Industries B3M-Class Medium Lasers for Point Defense."</strong> As the AI spoke, each upgrade glowed a certain colour, based upon the Generally-considered 'Short-Medium-Long' range Convention of Green, Blue and Red.<br><br>Jal nodded, looking at the readout for a long moment, then smiled. "Save Changes and Upload equipment requisition to Aren in Three Weeks. Now, If you'll pardon me, I'm going to try ot get some sleep." Laying down on the bed again, her eyes shut this time, sending her into a deep, dreamless slumber.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 23:14:00</strong>
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				Aren tossed and turned in Gareth's cockpit, unable to sleep. Finally, after at least an hour of rolling over and adjusting, he rose, climbing down. <br><br>"Yvette, lights, and maybe a little bit of Satchmo," he said, kicking open a drawer of a nearby toolchest, revealing work clothes. Stripping down quickly, Aren opted to work without his shirt, pulling on the grease covered jeans quickly, before picking up a nearby wrench and getting to work. Soon, the hangar was a cacophany of clanging, banging, and the smooth trumpet of Louis Armstrong. Unfortunately, Aren's noise could be heard throughout the base, as the designers had also failed to soundproof the main hangar, only the captain's. Humming to himself, and oblivious to the noise, Aren worked, removing the light armor plating he had used for the previous mission.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 00:08:37</strong>
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				Several hours after finally passing out, Max is forced back into consciousness by the "smooth trumpet" of Luis Armstrong.<br><br>"God damn cocksluttin' sunnuva fuckin' shit-eatin' ass-faced..."<br><br>The maniac string together a long and creative series of oath, curses, and less than standard insults on his way to the hangar bay, pausing only momentarily to check out the cuddleage going on in the rec room before continuing on and finally finishing with...<br><br>"...foot-suckin' <strong>Fucktard! Oi!</strong> Ya fuget dat we ain't soundproofed nuthin' 'round 'ere? Some folks is tryin' ta sleep! DO ya mind turnin' dat shit <em>down</em>?"<br><br>Engel grabs a nearby sledgehammer and hurls it forcefully at Aren, missing his head by mere inches. "Gimme a break, a'ready!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 00:55:06</strong>
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				Shizen's hand lazily moved from the cheak and ran up the thigh to the knea, pulling that leg over her body and pressing her own against Mhegan's as her eyes begin to lower due to the pills and the days events. "I bet they are," she whispers and notices that her body is warming up a little more, her stomach tingling as if she was being teased visually with an image of Aren in the shower stalls from earlier. "Want to sleep in your own bed? We shouldn't pass out in the conference room just in case people come in the morning for coffee and we're in an akward position..." Shizen props herself up on her elbow and yawns, pulling Mhegan to her body and then running the same hand down her side and pulling that sweet rump to her lap with her hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 04:49:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan yawned, snuggling in closer to Shizen, her leg tightening where it was draped over the black and green haired woman's hip. She blinked, yawning again as she was hauled up into Shizen's lap.&nbsp; "Hhm.. wanna sleep on warm Shizen. You'r a.. comfy pillow..&nbsp; 's warm. I want Shizen pillow", the drowsy pilot murmured. Tired and comfortable enough, she didn't push the hem of her shirt, trapped between her back and Shizen's belly, any lower over her stomach, but let her head fall back onto a shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 05:38:42</strong>
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				Jal groaned, rolling over and burying her head under the pillow in the room she was in, trying to tune out the wail of the trumpet, followed moments later by a loud Banging in the hangar, each noise loud enough to echo through the entire base. Growling to herself, she got up, and, stealing a thick blanket from the bedspread, she walked out into the Main room, and paused, then Covered Mhegan, Shi, and Keira with the blanket, surprised that the trio had not moved from the couch, and that it appeared that all three of them were so tired as to be dead to the world.<br><br>Going back into Aren's room, and stealing a second blanket, Jal walked into the elevator, punching the button for the hangar, and waited as the lift brought her down to the ground level. Ignoring the Large Angry bald man with a bunch of metal bits in his head, Jal instead walked over to her 'Mech, shivering slightly at the chill in the floor, and, dragging the blanket up behind her, she climbed into the cockpit, the command couch large enough to be used as a bed if reclined fully, and heated with excess energy bleed from the engine to leave the relatively spacious chamber comfortably warm, even with the 'Mech shut down.<br><br>Sealing the hatch into the Cockpit, Jal wrapped herself up in the blanket and curled up on the age-softened leather of her 'mech's seat, the smell of metal solder, faint traces of oil, and blood mixing into a comfortable patina inside the cockpit, while, from the outside, the only sign of the 'Mech being occupied was a red light embedded into the viewscreen's lower lip that slowly swept across the Mech's field of view and back every twenty seconds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 16:42:46</strong>
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				Aren ducked as the tool glanced off of Gareth's right leg and skittered across the floor. "Sorry Max," he said, chuckling sheepishly, "Yvette turn down the music. I didn't mean to wake anyone." He packed his tools and turned to Max, arms outstretched. "There, no more work, you can go back to sleep." Sighing, he turned to walk back to the cockpit, when he noticed Jal walking quickly across the hangar and climbing into her mech.<br><br>Climbing up the side, he knocked gently on the hatch, peeking in at the young pilot. "I take it my bed wasn't comfortable enough for you?" he asked with a grin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 17:06:19</strong>
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				Jal chuckled slightly, barely moving, then pressed a button on the armrest of the command couch, popping the sealed hatch and letting Aren poke his head in. "Too noisy upstairs. Someone, Ergo you, Needs to get a mechanic crew into this place and at least soundproof the Hangar. I could hear every word because of the air vents acting like clear transmission lines."<br><br>She paused, then rolled onto her stomach, only her head and one arm visible and outside of the blanket wrapped around her. "Feel free to poke and prod at my 'mech, quietly, and I'll let you ask three questions."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 17:15:52</strong>
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				Aren smiled mischeviously. "Are these questions regarding your mech, or you?" He sat on the edge of the hatch, feet dangling in, swinging slightly. His eyes scanned the interior of the cockpit; for such an outdated mech frame, Jal had certainly done quite a bit to retro fit it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 17:18:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal Snickered slightly. "That's two questions now, and then answer is both."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 17:41:25</strong>
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				"What? Wait, that's not fair!" Aren protested, looking as though he had been done a great injustice. "I was just asking what I could ask about! No way that counts!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 17:44:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal snickered, then shrugged. "Fine. three questions, starting now. Have fun looking around."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 17:54:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think dat first 'what' should count, too!" Max laughs aloud, then heads over to his own damaged mech, frowning down at the still smouldering remains of one rotary.<br><br>"Shit. 'Dose is hard ta find. Yay. Requisition forms." He opens the cockpit and starts to crawl in to initiate repairs, then pauses. He stares at the shell-riddled armor for a full minute before yawning and deciding it can wait. He starts to head back to his room, but gets about halfway there before he realises that he can smell himself, and it ain't pleasant. After what he decides is to be the last frigid shower he ever takes, the maniac heads down to the lower level to see what the hell is up with the boiler.<br><br>Fifteen minutes later, he is confronted with an enormous metal container, pocked and dented by numerous bullet holes. "Oh yeah... Damn."<br><br>He scratches his head, then grabs a nearby wrench, conveniently left there after the <em>last</em> time he tried to fix the blasted thing, and sets to work.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 21:08:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren laughed, ignoring the jibe from Max. "Hmmm," he said, scratching his chin in mock thought. "Why did you choose this mech? It's certainly old, and you've retrofitted it almost beyond any recognition; other than the fur legs and slow movement."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 21:23:16</strong>
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				She pointed at the hulking length of the Huge artillery Cannon running the length of the 'Mech's spine, the barrel only a few feet above Aren's head, and wide enough to engulf his head totally. "This thing uses a Construction 'Mech's frame. the cannon is mounted on the crane's platform at the back, and each of the legs' pauldrons can drop and dig into the ground for stability when lifting a heavy load, or, in this case, sending ninety pounds of high explosives down-range."<br><br>She pointed at a small screen on the side of the cockpit wall, near the tape marks of the map she had up against that side. "Do a Size-weight comparison between your 'Mech, and mine. You'll find that Bipedal frames Can't even ~carry~ that gun, much less fire it, without severe internal damage due to the torque. So, having this thing carry a gun that No other unit can even ~think~ of mounting gives it reach, and punch, far beyond the normal area of engagement."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 21:39:22</strong>
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				"Wow," Aren nodded, impressed. "It's definitely a big gun. Next question: Is there a significant other you have back home? By the way, you're welcome to ask me questions also." he smirked, kicking his left leg absently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 21:57:09</strong>
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				Jal snickered, burrowing deeper into the pile of blankets covering her. "Single, don't want to talk about it. One more question."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 22:08:37</strong>
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				Smiling, Aren leaned further into the cockpit, barely remaining on the edge. "Would you care for some company?" he asked, unable to hide the hopeful tone in his voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 22:10:41</strong>
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				"Sure, but the command seat is only big enough for one. you'll have to use the spare jumpseat." She pointed at the fold-down seat, large enough for someone not particularly tall to lie down on, and padded nicely, but not as much as the command seat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 22:20:56</strong>
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				Chuckling, Aren shook his head. "Thanks, but no thanks," he said, pushing himself back up over the edge of the cockpit. "I'm done down here, so you're welcome to use my bed; odds are good I won't be sleeping tonight."<br><br>With that, he dismounted the mech, and walked towards the hangar door. Pulling a coat on over his grease smeared torso, he exited the hangar, walking in silence through the white covered landscape. His mind raced with tactics, and a small voice in his head kept repeating the words he had heard during the briefing. "Sounds like a set-up to me" There was no way that the Midlothian army would do that, setting up their best squad on a suicide mission; then again, Aren had heard the rumors of such things, but didn't want to believe it was true.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 22:24:17</strong>
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				Jal shrugged, dogging and locking the hatch as Aren left, and turned on her 'mech's computer to plug in a music chit of classic orchestral, letting the soft violin strains fill the cockpit and lull her to slumber yet again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 01:15:07</strong>
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				(*cracks knuckles* alright, time to do some posting)<br><br>[Prisoner]<br><br>The man took a quick nap, waking up alot later than expected. Apon waking, he examines his confines, looking to the walls and spotting the barrier inbetween him and the hallway he can barely see. "Just great..." he mutters to himself, hearing trumpets before a loud clang and then some talking. "Huh... they didn't make this soundproof at all? Must be a rather large inconvenience for them."<br><br>[Shizen]<br><br>Halfway asleep already, Shizen can't help but smile as she is snuggled apon, petting down Mhegan's back and rubbing her hand down the somewhat diety-esque woman to just feel that soft skin on her fingertips. "You be my blanket and I'll be your pillow cutie," she whispers softly, kissing the neck of the woman just as softly with her lips right before Jal comes in. "Thank you Jal." Shizen whispers up to her before pulling the shared part of the blanket around her and Mhegan, leaving more than half for Keira if she wanted to stay on the couch. "G'night." she whispers again, yawning softly before resting her head back and falling asleep to the ministrations of her hand on Mhegan's hair, petting down her neck and lazily letting it stay limp on her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 04:57:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan patted what part of Shizen her head was resting on, then burrowed in close when the blanket was draped and arranged around them. Faling fast asleep. The noise coming from the hanger didn't stir her, since the orphanage she'd grown up in, had been near the industrial part of a major city, and she'd gotten used to the loud clangor of heavy machinery.<br><br>&nbsp;As she slept, Mhegan squirmed around. Not being a quiet sleeper by nature, she moved every few minutes, her arms sliding around Shizen's waist as she slid down the taller woman's body a bit. The result that her shirt slid, in the course of her moving, up to her shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 02:33:13</strong>
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				(I'm officially lost, and sorry for a horrible posting rate.. :&lt;)<br><br>Keira twisted and turned slightly uncomfortably on her side. She felt a wave of warmth cover her and she slightly opened her eyes. The back of someones head met her vision, as she noticed a pair of legs quickly darting away. She heard someone whisper, and realised she was half pressed up against someone. Keira tried to look around, but her splitting headache immediately began to disagree. She tried to moan a bit to wake herself up, but her mouth was so dry she couldn't hardly talk, not to mention the disorientation made it difficult to mutter an easy phrase. <br><br>Slowly, things began to come back. The alcohol had a quick effect on Keira, she never stayed any kind of drunk long, and her hangovers were done quick, but they hit twice as hard. She groaned slightly and tried to move, but the second she shifted her body she found herself falling down with a surprised squeel escaping her mouth, as loud thump a second later shocked her idle ears, and now she was on the floor. The cold, cold floor. "<strong>Ouchie</strong>" Keira grunted out of play, she hardly even fell a foot and her butt absorbed most of the force, but most of that ouchie was from her head telling everything to slow the hell down or face severe vomiting.<br><br>With a sense of nausia, Keira stumbled to her feet and eyed Mhegan and Shizen laid next to each other under the blanket. Keira took note in the mirror that half of her uniform was undone, but she hardly cared as she tried to find one of her missing shoes. Slightly confusing seconds past as she finally realised it was just under the couch. Keira tugged it out gently and set it down next to the chair just across from the couch. "<strong>You girls...behave....or don't...whichever....</strong>" Keira mumbled, the alcohol still obviously affecting her mind as she tried helplessly to fit her shoe back on to her foot. After a few seconds of no results, she clued into the fact her shoe was pointing the wrong way, and instead of taking the easy road and turning the shoe, Keira stumbled quietly around the chair and finally managed to accidently, best description possible, shove her foot into her boot and made her way towards her bunk, dragging her pillows behind her with a quiet lawn. Luckily for her, she needed to wake up in only an hour and do her morning thing. The pulse rifle in the armory had her name on it, and if she was going to get a promotion any time soon she needed better marksmanship scores.<br><br>So, instead of sleep, Keira decided to exercise to clean her mind up before she handled any high powered rifles. Though she was torn on what to do today, either handle the expensive rail-gun style sniper rifle or go for the infantry pulse rifle. In an age of mechanical war devices, soldiers seemed obsolete, though she doubted the new girl Jal's mech could clear a small building. Well, at least clear it with minimal structural damage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 06:52:17</strong>
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				(It's alright. Sorry for leaving you behind, and all. Mea Culpa.)<br><br>Jal slept peacefully in her 'Mech's cockpit, the night passing by to the strains of almost-inaudible violin and flute music, her 'Mech's silent form looming over the row of Scout 'mechs in their repair bays much like Cerberus at the gates of Hades.<br><br>Someone walked into the Hangar from outside, Triggering the Heavy's sensors, which, without pilot input, merely tracked the person with a thin, almost-invisible ruby laser beam, until the Computer recognized Aren from its database, and shut the targeting laser down.<br><br>It was shortly after Dawn when Jal woke up, though, to an outward observer, the only proof of such was that she had pulled the blanket up over her head, instead of leaving most of her head exposed, and the 'Mech's hatch had unlocked so anyone curious enough to do so, could open it up and look around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 08:43:37</strong>
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				Keira threw her head back as her entire body was covered in sweat as she jogged easily and happily on the treadmill. Not exactly the jogging she pictured, but the snow outside made it hard to go jogging without risking getting lost or attacked. Keira versus an enemy mech on ground was not even a fight, most pilots would just step on her to avoid wasting ammo, ground troops were the easy targets for mechs, though Keira had seen determined infantry lay waste to mechs and she was always careful herself, though she'd always been interested in the infantry combat thing, she was to small and slender, the power armor soldiers had was just too bulky for her to lug around 24/7.<br><br>As she ran, her chest jumping with every quiet step, she focused her mind on thinking about complicated math problems or something. Usually, she tried to come up with the formulas or theories about how the Gauss rifles were made and how they were calibrated. The armory had a small supply, though against a mech most rifles were completely useless. The Gauss rifles in the armory could do damage to Keira's mech, but the bigger mechs, the high speed projectiles would just dent the armor without any real damage. Unless of course it was a big railgun and not an infantry version, then your talking hurt. But there were few vehicles capable of carrying hardware like that, Keira was almost jealous, but her smaller mech suited her fine.<br><br>As her body began telling her it was time to stop with a slight cramp kicking up in her leg, Keira simply let herself be rolled right off the treadmill and did a few pushup and situps. With that all done, she had a very quick shower, cursing the cold water again, and quickly dressing up. She dawned herself in her standard 'catsuit' uniform and headed through the hangar, waving at Aren and Max as she strolled quickly past them with a slight smile on her face. Keira entered the hangar armory with a definitely mischieveious grin on her face as she looked around for anyone lurking. She found nobody, and proceeded to take one of the Gauss rifles from the gun racks. The things only fired one projectile at a time, but could easily kill a human beyond a mile, and damage a light mech at about the same distance, all in one shot. She loaded a charger cell into the rear of the weapon and it wailed with life as it detected the power source.&nbsp; A second later it beeped as she could almost feel the weapon begging to be fired. Keira unloaded the weapons charger cell and packed a small box of them in a shoulder bag, grabbing one of the pulse rifles from the rack as well and hoisting it on her shoulder.<br><br>The pulse rifle reminded her of the ones in the movie from last night, the Aliens one. Keira had always kind of liked guns, majestic but oh so very deadly. They could be used to cause harm or to honor a fallen comrade, definitely something with all those properties would be easy to fear, respect and even admire a little at the same time. Keira packed a small handful of magazines for the pulse rifle and tapped the plasma pistol at her thigh. She carried it everywhere, but there was no ammo on base for it and she never used it unless necessary. Keira put a small helmet on her head and put some gloves on her hands, zipping up her catsuit and squirming slightly as her nipples began to feel the pressure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 17:49:33</strong>
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				Jal poked her head up as her 'Mech's sensors beeped at her, then, with a muttered curse, she rolled onto her back, looked at the targeting computer's request to hose the new target with a few hundred rounds of ammo, and, pausing, she just shook her head and didn't touch anything. Without her input, the 'mech just sat there, silent.<br><br>Sitting up, Jal rubbed her face with her hands, clearing most of the 'sleepy' from her appearance, and, looking at herself, she peeled off her nightshirt, her free hand idly pausing to touch the bullet scar just above her navel, musing about how she got it. There was an identical scar a few inches to the right of her spine, the exit wound having missed paralyzing her mostly through blind luck.<br><br>Sighing to herself, she reached under the command couch, and pulled out a small duffel bag, which she opened up to reveal another one of the classic 'Skin-tight combat suits' that everyone else wore so much, though hers at least was slightly thicker, so it'd take more than just breathing to cause her nipples to be defined through the suit's materials. "Well, I guess this is my last pair of clean clothes until the rest of my stuff arrives."<br><br>Muttering to herself, she made sure that the controls were locked and incapable of being moved, then began the process of wiggling into the clingy suit, starting by removing her undergarments, then sliding into the heat-regulating fabric, legs first, then shrugging both arms into the suit, followed by using her body heat to seal the edges of the fabric together, to Just below her collarbone, allowing some looseness and 'play' for her head to move freely, as well as supporting the rest of her.<br><br>Shutting down the Computer entirely, Jal climbed onto the back of her 'mech, patting the large cannon's barrel to avoid whacking her head on it, as she had done at least twice before she had been transferred to the unit, and, climbing down to the chilly hangar floor, she walked over to the door to the armoury, not surprised that it was unmarked in case an enemy tried to get into the base and steal some weapons. Walking into the armoury, she paused, then smiled, seeing Keira loaded down with a pair of rifles that would have given even Max some trouble.<br><br>"Hi there. Planning on punching some holes in some targets, and, if so, mind if I join you?" She walked over to one of the weapon racks, and, after a few moments, picked up a large automag pistol, with accompanying holster and belt, then, after hooking the belt around her waist, she selected a Bolt-action Rifle that looked like it fired the big Fifty-calibre rounds. A half-dozen magazines for the pistol, and the same number of box mags for the rifle later, and Jal paused, striking a pose that made her look like a particularly buxom big game hunter. "So, care to show me where the firing range is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 20:39:16</strong>
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				Aren trudged back into the hangar, boots and pant legs caked with snow up to his knees. Shivering, he peeled off the thin coat and work pants her wore, leaving him in merely his boxers. Sighing heavily, he walked towards the lift, only to run into both Keira and Jal as they walked out of the armory, carrying two rather large rifles. "Where are you two off to with those rifles?" he asked, trying desperately to play down the fact that he was blushing deeply. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 01:55:06</strong>
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				Shizen couldn't help but let out a soft unconcious moan of pleasure as her stomach is pressed against a pair of warm breasts that she would kill to just look at without clothing. "Mmmm..." she murrs as her hands slide down her chest, brushing Mhegans hair before running both of her hands up the woman's shoulder blades as Shizen dreams of an even lesser amount of innocence happening. <em>"Maybe you'd like to try something different?</em> she thinks to herself, the Mhegan in her dreams attempting to kiss down her chest and stomach before eating her out, though Shizen pulls her up and begins to softly kiss Mhegan's neck just above the shoulder, under the jawline, and directly below the earlobe.<br><br>That morning, Shizen woke up with her lips inches from Mhegan's exposed nipple, the finale of her attempt at something different which had followed after the kissing to her neck. The events unfolded with Shizen nibbling down Mhegan's chest, kissing and slightly licking under her breasts before massaging the two orbs of flesh in her hands, her thumbs at Mhegan's nipples before she kisses, nibbles, and sucks on the flesh in a slow and wide figure eight before reaching the nipples. Once reached, the nipples were tantalizingly licked in a slow circle right at the areola before nibbled on and then sucked into Shizen's mouth as she ran her hands to Mhegan's ass and massaged the two lobes for the remaining half hour, her hips gyrating into Mhegan's as her juices were building up inside of her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 06:21:07</strong>
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				Keira turned her head slightly to see Jal standing in the armory door. Keira nodded cheerfully without a word and went back to packing everything she'd want to carry. "<strong>It'd be awesome to have some company out on the range, I'm usually alone.</strong>" Keira smirks, closing the little shoulder bag over and smiling as she watches Jal pack up her things, clapping playfully at Jal's semi-serious fully arousing pose with rifle in the picture. Keira led the way back out into the hangar and waited for Jal to follow.<br><br>"<strong>Right this way, the range is just behind the hangar, there is a small connecting passage on the other side of the hangar from us.</strong>" Keira nodded, turning back and walking a short distance accross the hangar before she spotted Aren. She held back a giggle as he approached and said something to them. She heard what he said, but her eyes transfixed on his less-than standard uniform. <br><br>"<strong>Nice uniform sir, is that the new standard? I'll take that anyday over ...this...</strong>" Keira rolled her eyes with a quiet giggle escaping her lips as she patted herself in the stomach. "<strong>We are off to better our ability to handle these bad babies in case our machines decide to take the day off...I know mine is half way there.</strong>" Keira sighed, looking back and winking at Jal.<br><br>"<strong>Why don't you join us sir, it will be a fun experience for us all. Plus, how can you not like a girl with a big gun?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 06:53:47</strong>
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				Jal paused, then snickered slightly. "I think he doesn't want to see that we can shoot better than him outside of our 'mechs as well as we can inside them."<br><br>She paused, then looked at him closely, deliberately leaning forwards for a moment. "Hmmm... Nah. He needs to find some clothes and warm up before we get to drag him off to the shooting range. Don't want the poor guy getting hypothermia, right?"<br><br>Jal smiled again, then gently patted Keira's shoulder with her free hand. "If you'd like, perhaps I can help you take a look at your 'mech after we're done abusing the Firing range? Might be able to make sure nothing craps out at the worst possible time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 09:34:52</strong>
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				Max eventually gives up, hurling the wrench at the boiler with a shouted obscenity before heading back topside to the hangar. Before he leaves, however, he finds the pistol he's been looking for right where it landed the <em>last</em> time he tried to fix the damn thing.<br><br>Once back in the hangar, Engel throws a semi-polite wave at anyone that notices him, then strips off his shirt and tosses it to one side, revealing a relatively new bit of ink travelling over his left shoulder and creeping toward his branded chest. He shakes his head at the damage done to his machine once more, then sets to work removing the armor plating to be repaired or scrapped, the latter he allows to fall several flights down to the floor with little ceremony. He begins to hum to himself as he works, but within five minutes he's singing aloud along with music only he can hear an a somewhat surprisingly pleasant bass. "Pleasant," of course, being a subjective term. Those not overly fond of promises of bloody death and dismemberment may find the subject matter of Max's current selection a bit too much to handle.<br><br>But then, this is the military.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 10:10:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan stirred slightly, still fast asleep. She only moved to roll onto her back, drawing her arms up over her head, smiling at a pleasant dream of&nbsp; being given a massage. The dream became more realistic when Shizen's mouth and hands traveled down the small woman's modest breasts. <br><br>&nbsp;Dark lips part to let her tongue wet her lips as she stretches slowly. The soft nipples tightening slowly to hard nubs by Shizen's damp tongue. Moaning quietly,&nbsp; Mhegan's lips part further as the dream takes a more erotic turn and she sees a vague form over her, suckling her nipples and running his/her knowing hands over her body. From the sides of her breasts down her trim belly to her hips and slid under to cup and knead her ass. <br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan's body squirms, legs churning&nbsp; from the dream as her body heats up. The tight nipples rising as her breathing deepens and she drew a leg up along the back of the couch, the blanket slipping off. So good was the dream, Mhegan murmurs to her dream lover, ".. more... feels good..." The lithe body moves, seeking a fit to her dream(and real) lover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 16:57:00</strong>
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				Aren laughed nervously, his face turning a bright shade of red. "Well... umm... when you're cold, you should remove all of your wet clothing to help your core warm up quicker," he said, nodding as if to confirm this fact to himself, as well as to the two women before him.<br><br>Arching an eyebrow, the young man's eyes danced at the thought of competition. "Count me in," he said, smiling broadly, "What's the game? I can outshoot all of you, no question."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 18:40:18</strong>
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				Keira smirked at Aren's reply and giggled quietly. "<strong>Well, you gotta do what you gotta do...</strong>" Keira nodded understandingly, looking over at her mech and shrugging as she turned back to Jal. "<strong>I don't know, it works perfectly fine but the reactor core is old and I've patched it up so many times its more composite than original material. Unless you know someone who still makes Z-series 6800C reactor controls, there ain't much you or I can do to help that old machine. Shes just old, I guess.</strong>" Keira sighed, turning her attention back to Aren and rolling her shoudlers as the weight of her coilgun began to take its toll on her shoulder.<br><br>"<strong>Hey, if you wanna get beat by two girls in a shoot comp, then your more than welcome to join us. I don't think you can beat me, I'm getting pretty good with this thing..</strong>" Keira giggled, patting the Gauss and pulse rifles hanging on either shoulder, respectively. "<strong>I don't know, what game are we playing today?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 19:13:15</strong>
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				"Well, My machine uses an old Luxor 36K Series; so it's probably older than yours. In fact, one could argue that the current generation of reactors is based of of the Luxor's platform due to its practical inability to overload no matter the power load applied to it." She chuckled, then shrugged. "I don't know what I can do about your 'mech's reactor, but, if need be, we can always retrofit it with a new engine, which, if I recall, would boost the power output enough for your 'mech to be capable of using modular Heavy Energy weapons, Like a Particle Cannon."<br><br>She paused, then blushed slightly, shaking her head. "Sorry. Mind like a steel trap when it comes to specs, and half the time I forget what the hell I'm doing."<br><br>Shifting her own rifle on its sling to east the weight a little, she looked at Keira and Aren, then smiled. "Well, why don't we set up at the range and fire some practice shots first while Our Esteemed 'Locally nearly-naked guy' gets clothes on and selects a sidearm and a long arm for himself? The we can choose the competition once he's set up too?"<br><br>She then smiled at Aren. "Oh, when you're in the armoury, could you bring us some more mags of ammo? We'll be going through them like grass through a goose."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 20:02:20</strong>
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				Aren smiled, and opened his mouth as if to make a witty retort to the two women, then, pausing, thought better of it. He jogged back to his toolkit, and opening the same drawer, pulled out another pair of pants, and pulled them on quickly. Walking to his mech, he pulled out his usual side arm. "There's one," he said to no one in particular. Then, walking to the rifle rack, he selected a rifle identical to Keira's. "And there's two," he said, as he pointed the gun, adjusting its scope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 03:19:52</strong>
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				The reaction to her ministrations brought Shizen's hands up from the cheaks and to the spread thighs, massaging down from just above the kneas towards the connection at the waist, her fingers gently spreading and pushing the folds apart and together as her breasts run down the exposed flesh. "Mmm... maybe I'll take a taste of your fine body," she whispers, her kissing and nibbling on Mhegan's breasts running down her stomach and then kissing the mons above where her thighs combine into her waist, the kissing soon turning to soft nibbling, the nibbling turning to licking, and then the licking turning into sucking as her lips and tongue move lower and lower with each passing minute. Shizen's lips part as she kisses the folds in front of her after pulling her fingers away, running them back up the thighs and massaging the bottom of the muscles which are sat on.<br><br>After the kiss, her tongue presses to the connected folds and licks up slowly, flicking at the crescendo of the lick and nicking the clit with that flick. With the initial introduction passed, the tongue returns to press into the bottom of the folds, licking up again though this time not flicking as it did before. Shizen's hips behind her sway as she is padded between Mhegan's thighs, her folds beginning to try to open in want of a pleasurable intruder, though only on the inside and letting a small drop of her body seep out. "You taste so good," she whispers up before moving her lips to the lower pair again, sucking on the outside softly while her tongue parts the insides and licking up and down between the pressure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 16:55:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan moans. The dream turning much more erotic as Shizen moves down her body. She sighs, squirming slightly, toes and fingers flexing as the dark haired woman's head lowers to between her legs. Her dream lover's head, now at her hips, lowers to tease Mhegan's smooth hairless mound and folds. Teasingly running his/her? tongue over her sensative skin to dip in between her moistening folds.<br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan's spine arched up, a hand reaching up to claw at the back of the couch. Her breath parts her lips as the small woman's breasts were pushed up towards the ceiling, the tips tight enough to poke slightly through the blanket. She drew in another slow sigh, one leg bending at the knee and began to rock her pelvis. "Mmmmmmm..&nbsp; 's good."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;The combination of her dream and Shizen's ministration had Mhegan's folds damp when she parted them to taste the wetness that was gathering inside of her. She cried out quietly when Shizen's tongue grazes her clit, beginning to peek out of it's hood, and a hand fell to rest on Shizen's head as Mhegan encourages sher still unseen lover. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 17:12:37</strong>
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				Keira squinted uneasily about the thought of replacing her reactor control system. Not because she didn't want to but she knew from experience it was a pain in the arse. <em>Man Jal has a nice arse..</em> Keira thought to herself, mentally slapping herself to cease her gawking, which had turned its attention to Aren. "<strong>Well, I dunno, my mech's frame is specifically built for the 6800C series, so putting something else in is going to require a lot of retrofitting and customization, and we don't have a pully or crane system in the hangar in order to move it around. And I can't lift that many tones of treated titanium steel...</strong>" Keira giggled. "<strong>No, my mech...I think...is fine, just always being prepared. Plus she's just old...what can you really do?</strong>" Keira sighed, again hoisting her gun up on her shoulder and moaning about it.<br><br>"<strong>Anyways, we should...like...totally go deal with some pesky paper targets...</strong>" Keira smiled, seeing Aren return from the armory out of the corner of her eye. She smirked and nodded towards the gunnery range door, kind of hidden in the back of the hangar. Keira felt kind of bouncy, very energetic, albeit she felt a little light headed but very conscious and aware.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 17:32:33</strong>
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				Jal chuckled, heading towards the Firing range. "Hope the range is soundproofed. Gauss weapons, if I recall, earned the nickname 'Hypersonic Screamers' for good reason." She paused at the door to the range, shouldering it open and smiling slightly, inviting Keira to enter the range first as she looked at the Row of 'mechs.<br><br>"Y'know, I think I have an idea regarding your 'mech's reactor, but it'll take almost a month to get done, so we'll probably have to wait until after the new mission." She slipped inside the firing range after Keira, pleased to see the characteristic 'lumpy' soundproofing on all the walls of the firing range.<br><br>Moving to Stall Number Five, she selected a human-shaped paper target and set the track to go to One hundred metres, using the barrier as a bench rest for her rifle, which she left unloaded until the target was in place. "By the way, do we have any of those 'Contact' Class Industrial Lasers? I used to be pretty good at refitting them into weapons."<br><br>She waited for a few moments, then, hearing no reply, she pulled on the range-supplied hearing protection, loaded the first magazine into the rifle, and aimed through the 4-power scope. However, she waited until she was certain that Keira her her own hearing protection on before firing, the muzzle flare of the rifle extending out nearly two metres, the blast of sound enough to rattle teeth, and the bottom two-thirds of the target disintegrated from the impact of the rifle's large-calibre bullet. "Um... Well, That's a hit?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 19:18:24</strong>
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				Aren followed behind the women, walking at a more leisurely pace. He entered the range as Jal fired her gauss, diving to one side and jamming his fingers into his ears. <br><br>"Damnit Jal!" he said, glaring, "At least let me get my ear protection in." <br><br>It was then that he turned to the target, a low whistle escaping his lips as he saw the paper carnage. "Whooeee... maybe we should stick with the sidearms for this contest," he said with a laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 03:10:46</strong>
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				Shizen's dream was stalled for a moment when the hand rested on the back of her head, her tongue stopping for a moment before she continues, pushing fowards and attempting to penetrate as she can feel the hips rock on her lips and tongue. "How would you like to do the same to me?" she whispers before licking up slowly again, brushing the clit yet pushing in just below it to make the friction increase quickly.<br><br>Suddenly her dream shatters as her ears ring from something in the base going off, Shizen's eyes opening up and she starts to a sitting up position, accidentally pulling Mhegan with her as she forgot that there was a hand on her head in her dream. With a reflexive pull on the arm and then realizing that she almost tried to put Mhegan's wrist through a few days of having a splint, she blushes and then turns away, the blanket over her head falling to the couch and Mhegan's spread legs as she realizes that her medication doesn't work so well when she drinks. "Sorry, I was startled," she says, holding back the urge of saying the multitude of thoughts running through her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 16:56:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan's hand urged her lover to lick more and harder. Her passion rose higher as she felt an orgasm beginning to well up. Mhegan's hips began rocking against the soft mouth that was pleasuring her, moaning softly in pleasure. From between the tight now pouting lips of her sex, her juices began to flow and she pressed harder on Shizen's head. <br><br>&nbsp;Her dream was shattered by the blast from the firing range and she woke, disoriented, hauled mostly upright by Shizen. Mhegan blinked rapidly, her mind fogged by the intense dream, her body's intense dream, and interrupted sleep."Huh? Wut's happ'ng?", she mumbled before her body's reaction caught up with her and she noticed how hard her nipples were and how wet her pussy, now pressed against the couch and leaking her wetness, was. Trying to make sense of it, she rubbed her face, not pushing her nightshirt down from over her breasts, sitting there essentually flushed and naked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 17:39:19</strong>
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				Keira followed Jal into the firing range and quickly stepped inside, nodding in thanks as Jal let her enter, and immediately stepped in towards station 6. She laid the Pulse rifle against the side of the barrier, making sure it was unloaded and on safety, as she laid the Gauss coilgun down on the ground and shuffled the bag on her shoulder off to the floor, pulling open the top and revealing a small, battery-like cylinder and gently put it into a small hole on the bottom of the weapon. The Gauss rifle lit up with life as it beeped and the hole sealed shut. Keira put on a pair of ear protection headphones and laid down on her belly, propping the Gauss rifle up against her shoulder and glancing over at Jal as she fired.<br><br>Keira watched Jal fire the rifle, and her eyes tried to keep up with the round but she wasn't that fast, she only saw the tail end of the target bursting apart like it had been hit by a tornado. "<strong>Nice shot...that paper target didn't know what hit it</strong>" Keira giggled, wiggling her entire body so she was just in that perfect position. Her cheek pressed against the stock and her right eye quickly focused through the scope. Keira closed her left eye and her view transformed from the short range to looking through the scope.<br><br>The small red dot at the center of the scope danced freely around the chest area of her paper target. At almost 300 meters, it was an easy shot for the Gauss rifle, albeit harder on Keira than anything else. She lined up the upper neck area of the target with the small red dot in the center of her cross hairs. Slowing her breathing down a little bit, Keira's finger finally penetrated the trigger guard and she took a few seconds to line up a headshot, fixing the small dot on the nose bridge or where it would be on her target, with her little red dot. Her final exhale and her body seemed to almost go to sleep as Keira pulled the trigger.<br><br>The gun burst into full life as the intense noise echoed inside of the entire room, Keira was pushed back a few centimeters even though she was laying down and her hair jumped up above her head with the sheer power the weapon unleashed. The entire head of her paper target exploded, taking with it the upper portion of the chest and even some of the stomach area. Keira blinked stupidly a few times and looked over at Jal and Aren. "<strong>I think that would be a kill...</strong>" Keira giggled, ejecting the spent energy cell from the Gauss rifle and set it next to her small bag. Keira moved herself up to her knees and bent forward heavily as she extended the bi-pod and set the rifle down gently. She erected the rest of her body and sat her butt back on her heels. "<strong>Are we playing for Stakes?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 20:36:30</strong>
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				Aren laughed, applauding Keira's shot. "Great hit," he said, "Now, let your CO show you how it's done." He lifted his gauss into position, gazing into the scope. He pulled the trigger, and the rifle roared, and Aren smirked as the paper was eviscerated in the burst of magnetic energy. "I think I win this round," he chuckled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 23:04:30</strong>
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				Jal snickered slightly, setting up a new target at two hundred yards. "Doesn't count, Aren; you shot that thing when it was still a few feet from your booth."<br><br>Sliding the bolt back to eject the spent casing, which clattered off the wall onto the ground and sat there, hissing due to the heat, Jal chambered a second round, and shouted. "Fire two!" Before pulling the trigger, the second bullet disintegrating the entire target sheet into little more than tattered scraps that floated to the ground. In the distance, at the range's backstop, a large puff of grey rose into the air, then settled, the huge bullet having gone through the backstop and into the concrete wall behind it.<br><br>"Confirmed kill. Fifty credits says I'll get the next one, too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 02:47:33</strong>
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				Shizen blushed as she heard Mhegan mumble, her thoughts racing through her head as she was attempting to think of the right thing to say. <em>Kiss her, tell her it was an accident. It isn't something that she should know. Why did I let myself do that!? Maybe she wouldn't ask, maybe this will just go away. It'll come back, it always does. First Jal and now Mhegan? They'll think I'm a slut and I'll be out of the unit because it'd be a distraction. I'd love being one but then I would only be treated like one... Why did I have to want so much?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 16:08:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;She sucked in a ragged breath, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, squirming a bit as her wet folds rubbed against the couch. As she woke up, she looked down at herself and blushed a deep crimson. "Ohmygods! IamsosorryShizen! Ididn'tmeantodothat. I amsosorry!" Mhegan babbled in rapidfire as she yanked her shirt down, thinking it was her fault that Shizen's face was between her legs. <br><br>&nbsp;Her blush deepened as she remembered how <em>good</em> it'd felt to be licked there and her folds twitched, depths clenching as the dream surged forward again in her mind and&nbsp; a small trickle of her juices ran from her to wetten the couch. She'd leave a rather large wet spot when she stood up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 16:27:22</strong>
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				Keira rolled her eyes in reply to her two comrades making premature assumptions about their victory. "<strong>Oh yeah right, headshots are the king in this world...</strong>" Keira chuckled as she loaded a second energy cell into her Gauss rifle and again lowered herself back to the rifle and switched off the safety.<br><br>Going through the same planning and preparation phase as she did earlier, Keira closed her left eye over and brought it down near the scope. Her finger entered the trigger guard and pressed against the trigger. Keira squeezed the trigger back and the Gauss rifle barked in return. A second later, her second target at 250 meters suddenly exploded, its head and most of the shoulders turning into a white dust as Keira cleared her throat and ejected the spent energy cell, switching the rifle to safe and wiggling her butt in pride. <br><br>"<strong>I think...we have a winner. How about we all settle on headshots at 350 meters from now on? Hmm?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 17:33:19</strong>
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				Max jumps at the sudden explosion of noise, banging his head on the thick hunk of armor above him with a curse. "Gauss? The Hell?"<br><br>He rubs the back of his skull for a moment, clambering back up into the cockpit and reclining in the seat. "Hey boss, please tell me yer at da firin' range?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 18:43:38</strong>
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				Aren smiled, resting the weapon against his shoulder, and took aim at a target at the farthest point away in the range. As the rifle roared to life again, the wall next to the target exploded, sending shards of concrete skittering across the floor. <br><br>"Damn," he muttered under her breath, "Missed." Turning to the comm port, he glared. "Yes, Max, I'm in the firing range. Apparently my team has taken it upon themselves to remind me that I'm a lousy shot." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 21:30:33</strong>
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				Jal paused, then leaned over and swatted Keira's butt. "Fine, 350 it is, but you have to fire from a kneeling position, or with the bench rest, not prone. Fair to do so, only because neither Aren or I are going to lie down." She paused, then smirked. "It'd squish my breasts."<br><br>Setting up her next target, she coded the reel to spin it to Three hundred and Fifty metres, and for a buzzer to go off if the impact was not in the area of the head, as per marked on the sheet. "Hope you're using the alarm code if you miss, otherwise it's not a fair fight because all our guns disintegrate the targets."<br><br>Leaning over the bipod-mounted Rifle, she adjusted the Scope's magnification to 4X, and, slowing her breathing, she chambered a fresh round, the old one bouncing over the top of the stall's barrier to land in Aren's stall, possibly on top of him. "Watch it; Hot brass."<br><br>Kneeling and fitting the Stock to her shoulder, she looked through the incongrously small-looking scope mounted on top of the rifle, settling the pip over the target's head. If the target were an actual human, the spot she aimed at would be roughly just above the eyes. Breathing slowly, she waited, then exhaled and slowly squeezed the trigger.<br><br>Five seconds later, after picking herself up off the floor and rubbing her sore shoulder, she was pleased to notice that the 'Missed me' Light had not gone off, and the top half of the target was little more than scraps of paper on the ground. "Ow. Recoil Sucks. Least Gauss weapons don't have that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 22:20:10</strong>
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				There's a moment of silence from the com, followed by a fit of hysterical laughter.<br><br>Several minutes later, Max has calmed down enough to speak relatively intelligibly. That is, as intelligibly as he ever speaks. Because of his erratic speech patterns and... moving on.<br><br>"Right. Happy huntin' boss! Try not ta bring down da wall, huh? We can't afford ta keep fixin' shit ya shoot full o' holes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 02:43:38</strong>
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				"It's never stopped you, Max," Aren said with a laugh as he flipped the comm port a one-fingered salute. "There are holes in two thirds of the walls of the base because you get mad and shoot things."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 07:33:14</strong>
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				"Da difference bein I hit what I'm aimin' at!" Max laughs again and shuts off his mic, then gets back to work on his devastated mech.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 18:56:49</strong>
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				Keira giggled at Jal and rolled over on her back, sitting up and lifting herself up to a standing position. "<strong>Fine, but this rifle is really big for me...</strong>" Keira pouts, turning around and picking the rifle back up, laying it down on the barrier in front of her and retracting the bipod. Keira dropped to a single knee and brought the rifle against her shoulder, looking through the scope anxiously as her target apppeared way down range. <br><br>She adjusted the 6x magnification of the scope and laid the cross hairs easily over the head of the target. Quickly, she pressed the small button on the left side of her booth and the target was fully tracking now, first hit detection. Keira steadied her breathing, taking a few extra seconds to do so as the weight of the rifle on her shoulder trained her a little more.<br><br>Keira squeezed back the trigger, the rifle hopped and almost jumped off the barrier, but Keira controlled it, letting the energy cell fall to her knees, she prepped another but did not put it in. The small screen to her left came to life and the head of the target appeared bright red, a small dot pulsating just above the jaw, between the nose and mouth and slightly to the left. "<strong>Boom, headshot.</strong>" Keira chuckled. "<strong>Are you kidding me? These things have enough recoil to rip my shoulder clean off, just the compression technology and recoil direction technology make it less. Thats why energy weapons are better than regular, old cased weapons.</strong>" Keira smirked, nodding towards Jal's rifle. "<strong>..I've always been good with guns. I should have been infantry...</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 19:35:02</strong>
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				Aren refrained from clapping, determined not to be shown up as he rested the rifle against his shoulder. Looking into the scope, he lined the red reticule up with the target and smirked. "Say goodbye, you paper bastard," he muttered as he pulled the trigger, bringing the weapon roaring to life. <br><br>"Beat that," he said, chuckling as the shards of paper floated lazily towards the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 19:37:52</strong>
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				"Yeah, but if you were infantry, my 'Mech wouldn't notice if it stepped on you." Jal smirked, setting up a fourth target, and loading the corresponding round. "Besides, despite the recoil, I can fire five times without reloading, while you need a new cell per shot, and you have a magazine to reload as well, which slows you down even more."<br><br>Jal paused, adjusting the sight slightly. "It's a good Anti-vehicle weapon, and a decent Sniping tool, but at the same time, Gauss weapons are heavy, slow to fire, slow to reload, and impossible to conceal, because of the magnetic coils in the barrel, and because of the condensation trail that follows the path of the shell. Plus you kick up a lot of dust every shot." Aiming carefully, she squeezed off a shot, bracing herself for the recoil and accomodating the blast, followed by smiling at the clear chime of the system saying that the shell would have at the least, caved in the target's head, and carried off much of the upper torso on its path.<br><br>"My point is, Keira, that gauss weapons are projectile weapons, that use magnetics, not propellants. Energy weapons have a whole host of other issues that pop up in a combat zone, which is why they're primarily 'mech=mounted, where most of the issues relating to power consumption and stability are rendered moot by using armoured housings and hooking them up to the 'mech's reactors. Besides, we still use the explosive caseless ammo in pulse rifles for basic infantry combat, so projectiles still carry the day, more often than not."<br><br>She popped the breech of her rifle, loading the last shell in the magazine as her fifth target moved to the end of the range. "Besides, you saw the wrecks we salvaged yesterday; the worst damage was done by a projectile weapon, not an energy weapon. Though, admittiedly, one can more easily retrofit an energy-based Tool, such as a fusion torch, which is used to slice off damaged armour plates, into a weapon. Even if it's as simple as throwing a live torch into a puddle someone's standing in and watching them get electrocuted."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 07:33:50</strong>
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				Keira mumbled to herself about how hot Jal looked following the recoil. Keira quickly cleared her mind and loaded another energy cell, clapping energetically at Aren and Jal's performances. She didn't really expect either to be very good shots, honestly, seeing as mech pilots didn't receive much training. But Keira's brother had taught her everything he knew, and he was in Special Forces. Keira wanted the same, but was ushered into mech piloting school before she knew which way was up. On days like today, she wished she'd made another choice, but having this amazing squad almost evened out her uncertainty. "<strong>Well, obviously you've never seen the X3 prototype plasma rifle. That thing could turn even your mech into nothing but a boiling puddle with a single shot. Albeit, I admit, the thing is so heavy on a star fighter can lug the damn thing around, but thats the point I'm making. Energy weapons are more efficient and easier to operate. Not to mention, that thing might have some ease of use, but this thing can punch through targets up to 2 miles away. No combustion based weapon can even maintain enough kinetic energy to dent a light mech at that distance. This baby, could easily punch into every much and through mine easily.</strong>" Keira smirked, nodding as she loaded the energy cell and laid her cheek on the stock, her eye once again falling into the scope.<br><br>She lined her cross hair on another, new paper target, and fired. The entire chest and head disintetrating again, but this time it came back as a neck shot. "<strong>Well damn...not <em>quite</em> a headshot, but still listed in the standard manual as a headshot. Well, the head is gone anyways.</strong>" Keira sighed, putting a slight pout on her face as she ejected the spent cell and picked up another, holding it lightly in her hand as her eyes danced over towards Aren's firm chest. Keira squinted her eyes shut and just looked straight down her at her own boobs. "<strong>Oh, and lets not forget that the newer Gauss rifles still use single power cells, but the slots and mags used for the ammunition, projectiles, can be used up to 100 shots without ever being reloaded and even newer energy cells can be fired up to 20 times without recharging or replacement, and not forgetting these are still only sniper rifles...I think energy weapons are on the rise.</strong>" Keira giggled, reaching over and giving Jal a firm pat on the ass. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 07:38:03</strong>
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				Aren grinned at the two women, and laughed slightly. "If you want to see a potent energy weapon, you need to ssee the plasma mortar I've been tinkering with in the hangar," he said proudly. "Assuming it works right, it'll take out multiple hostile targets at once, splintering the energy into however many parts it needs. Of course, it can also make what I like to call a BFE, or Big Fuckin' Explosion. If you want, I can try it out later tonight for you guys." He grinned, and turned, opting to fire with his sidearm, the weapon he was more skilled at firing. Popping off several rounds, he pushed a button to bring the target in to be viewed. A smiley pattern could be seen from the bullet's hitting their mark. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 19:19:19</strong>
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				The slew of apologies caught Shizen off gaurd, making her turn around and pulls Mhegan into a hug. "I'm sorry Mhegs," she whispers, her head buried inside of Mhegan's neck and shoulder, trying to hide in both a neck and with her frazzled hair as camoflauge, though Mhegan lacks green stripes of hair on her neck so her plan is currently failing.<br><br>"I didn't mean to do that either. I just thought it was a dream and..." she says before sitting back, her eyes unable to meet with Mhegan's for the moment. "you're... well..." Shizen tries to speak but is left with starting words and nothing following them other than a few seconds of silence before she'd try again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 20:39:19</strong>
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				Jal snickered, shaking her head. "Keira, if you tried to use that gun on my 'mech, even if you aimed for the cockpit screen, all you'd do is chip paint. There's a reason Construction 'mechs have walked out of buildings that have collapsed on them, and it's not because of a weakness to kinetic energy. Sure, energy weapons are on the rise, but there's always going to be a place for Projectile weapons, even if its a case of using Dum-Dum ammo in a spacecraft to avoid depressurizing the entire ship."<br><br>She paused, firing the last shot in her magazine and watching the video replay of the shell disintegrating the target's head and upper torso. "My point is that each type of weapon, which can roughly be lumped into three categories, has its own advantages and disadvantages. Ballistic weapons, like these rifles and pistols we're using, have limited ammo supplies but are portable, and are reliable, and can fire with little to no reduction in efficacy when filthy.<br><br>Jal Paused, unloading the rifle and setting it aside as she lifted her selected pistol, the heavy-looking automag using a Spiral magazine that fed from under the length of the barrel, and held a dozen bullets of .45 calibre magnum. She then continued speaking as she set up her latest target. "Missile weapons, be they Man-Portable SRMs or 'Mech-mounted, have longer than average ranges, and can penetrate armour fairly effectively, but are bulky, requiring individual tubes for each missile, and tend to scatter impacts over the majority of the target, instead of focusing its entire impact upon one or two parts, like a Laser or Autocannon does."<br><br>Lifting the Pistol in a classic 'Weaver' Stance; both hands holding the pistol, elbows slightly bent to absorb recoil, and leaning very slightly forwards, Jal aimed down the open sights and fired three times, punching a trio of ragged holes into where a person's heart would be. "Energy weapons are, for the most part, still in their early stages of development, but have a lot of potential. Just look at what a combat laser does; It focuses a beam of Super-excited energy to cut into armour plate, but at the same time much of the beam's energy is ablated by interacting with air molecules, as well as the molten metal of the armour itself which absorbs much of the latter third of the beam's impact."<br><br>She paused, firing another three-round group, this time slightly sloppier, and putting one bullet in the heart, one in the head, and one in the right shoulder. "Now, Plasma weapons are interesting, but at the same time, what you're doing is taking a magnetic 'bottle' and pouring raw fusion reactor energy into it, and hoping the bottle holds until it hits the target. It's like juggling nitroglycerin, and has a good chance of blowing you up as well as your targets. Personally, I think the idea of tesla-based weapons, like the Experimental PPC-types look good; The EMP effect of getting hit with a few Billion volts of electricty, combined with the kinetic and energetic impact of charged particles will do a number to nearly anything, Plus, If I recall, correctly, a solid hit around or near the cockpit of a 'mech could short out the Cybernetics in the pilot as well, which could cause anything from blindness, to temporary paralysis, to a complete Psychotic breakdown, and would likely count as a 'Pilot kill' regardless of the damage to the machine."<br><br>Jal frowned, then fired her last six rounds into the target, deliberately aiming for the target's crotch to create a simple frowny face on the thick paper. "So they all have their advantages, but they also have a Lot of disadvantages, too. Projectile weapons need ammunition and prefer cleaning, especially if they're finicky. Missiles are bulky and tend to scatter badly, while Energy weapons have problems with too much damage concentration, which prevents them from causing More damage easily, and they can, at the moment, be easily de-focused by impact damage, as well as requiring a Huge energy source for the draw of power to make them work."<br><br>Jal reloaded her pistol, placing the empty magazine to the side as she looked at Keira. "I read a lot of books about historical warfare, so the patterns are easy to read. Ever hear of the Sword versus the Shield Debate?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 21:39:33</strong>
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				Aren smiled. "This energy is a little more stable, a little less explosive. I've been trying different kinds of energy, and the non nuclear types seem to be a little more effective. It's sort of like Nitro-glycerin, only more explosive, and more stable." Aren spoke off the cuff, noting the placement of Jal's shots.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 23:03:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan tenses slightly as Shizen hugged her, but she relaxed to pat her shoulder a bit ackwardly, trying to, mostly successfully, ignore how her breasts were flattened against Shizen's chest. "I think we both had.. dreams." She shivers, remembering her dream. "Really intense dreams.."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;Hugging herself, she nods as Shizen pulls back. "Yeah, some dream eh? I'vew never had one like that. OIt felt so real.." Mhegan blushes as she realizes what she'd said. It HAD been real, she and Shizen had been acting it out. The blush deeping as she looks down for a moment., "It felt good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 17:44:43</strong>
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				Keira let the Gauss rifle lay back down on the floor and put the energy cell in the pouch she'd designated to carry all of them, and set the pouch on the floor next to the rifle, pulling out a small pistol and aiming it down range. The pistol was a very basic infantry sidearm with no really distinguishing features. Keira fired off half a dozen rounds at a target, none of them really grouping that well together. Despite her time on the range and limited training, Keira kept all shots on target, though none grouping together to form any kind of a kill shot. She shrugged, and lowered the weapon, again raising it as she zeroed in on a target at about 45 meters. Pushing the range of most conventional weapons, Keira fired off another 6 rounds to empty the 12 round magazine. 4 shots hit, 2 in the stomach one in the torso and one just below the neck, and 2 grazed the side of the target.<br><br>"<strong>So, are we playing for stakes?</strong>" Keira pouted and shrugged, concerned with her lack of skills with the pistol. She'd spent more times with the automatic, so she reloaded her pistol but quick flipped the safety on and bent over, picking up the M7A7 Pulse Rifle. A caseless, 14.4mm rifle, the PR was the standard infantry rifle. They had over a dozen in the armory. Cheap, compared to most other weapons, the M7 still managed to keep everything going despite its low cost. It was the modern conventional rifle, though it was going out of style with body armor and suits becoming more and more resistant to conventional ammunition. Keira held off from firing, as she loaded one of the box-style magazines into the breach and the weapon let out a mechanical giggle as the magazine locked at the weapon automatically readied itself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 21:52:31</strong>
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				"Well... they <em>were</em> rather intense..." Shizen whispers, looking down as well, her breasts dwarfed in the presence of Mhegan's nearby. "Y-you liked it?" she asks, her fingers messing with the hem of her night shirt though her bottoms could be seen where she was earlier bending forward and her juices making a large dampened puddle around her crotch. "I-... I liked it too..." she whispers, her head turning to the side as she can't help but dart her eyes back and forth from her spot on the ground and then to Mhegan's face, her own blushed a deep red.<br><br>"If... you are alright with it... we... um..." she starts, gulping down a small amount of saliva that congealed inside of her mouth from the thought of getting to eat at her thighs again. "We could start over again?" Shizen almost whispers too quietly, her hands moving from her shirt to Mhegan's shoulders, her face inches from the other woman's, their breasts pressed to each other but not by much. "I like how you tasted on my tongue, and I wouldn't mind... letting... you..." she says and when she begins to pause it's because her lips are attracted to Mhegan's, almost making contact, finishing her sentence with "taste me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 01:03:08</strong>
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				Aren watched the two women aiming their pistols down range, and pondered Keira's question. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and a mischevious smile spread over his face. "We could set up a target down range, and with each shot, the person who hits furthest away could... well, could remove an article of clothing," he said slowly, picking his words carefully. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 05:58:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;She bit her lip, nodding slightly. "Yeah, I liked it. It's wierd, I never really thought of woman in a sexual manner before."&nbsp; Mhegan swallows hard when Shizen moved in closer, their chests barely touching.&nbsp; Her heart thundered in her ears and she felt her mouth dry out. Wordlessly she nodded. Stunned, Shizen wanted to taste her?! <br><br>&nbsp;The dark woman's hands slipped on the couch cover and she fell back, instinctively grabbing for Shizen, and dragging her down on herself. Hip to hip, breast to breast, her mouth brushing Shizen's as she fell back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 02:34:36</strong>
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				Shizen was surprised at the sudden descend in their angle, falling on top of Mhegan and then being left with her frazzled hair over the curves of the face below her own, though her lips moving lower and making contact with the woman's, open lipped yet keeping her tongue shy to not arouse a lack of enjoyment. Her hands moved up Mhegan's shoulders, softly gripping them in her palms whilst pressing her chest into Mhegan's as she begins to lose her ability of self restraint again, her body not listening to her minds pleas of wanting to take the medicine that is located just a few feet away in her jacket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 15:51:01</strong>
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				Jal smiled and shook her head. "Considering that Keira and I are wearing only one article of clothing, that'd be a short game. Let's place credits on a called target. If you call a location, then hit said location, you get a set amount of credits based on the difficulty of hitting that spot. We can use Aren's Slush fund for the betting pool, too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 18:46:14</strong>
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				"What slush fund?" Aren said indignantly. "They'd have to pay me better for me to have a slush fund," he laughed. "I do like the idea of using credits, though. What do you think Keira?" He turned, smiling at the young woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 22:49:37</strong>
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				Keira didn't say much until Aren asked her opinion. She looked at both with a blank look on her face as she held the rifle closely against her chest. On one hand, she could definitely use some credits though she wasn't broke, on the other hand she didn't really want to lose some of what she'd earned. But against that, she didn't deny the fact she'd like to see Jal and Aren getting naked. "<strong>Well, we might only have one piece of clothing, but we can have a few stages. Unzip, off the shoulders, down to the waist...and off.</strong>" Keira smirked, looking at Jal.<br><br>"<strong>But its a little chilly in here for getting naked, so I'm thinking that credits are the way to go right now.</strong>" Keira nodded, flipping the safety back on the pulse rifle and pulling her sidearm out of its holster. "<strong>So, we base the bet on the range of the target? Minimum 15 meters, max 50. Hooah?</strong>"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 23:16:28</strong>
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				Jal shrugged. "I was thinking 30 metres, three credits for a torso or abdomen, five for head, crotch, upper arms, and thighs, ten for forearms, hands, lower legs and feet."<br><br>She reloaded her automag, checking the safety and placing the large pistol in front of her. "We all fire at the same time, and check the target rings. Whomever's closest to the 'Ten ring' for the designated area wins that shot. Okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 07:51:09</strong>
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				Keira squinted uneasily at Jal and blinked a few times. "<strong>Uhh...wouldn't it make more sense for the head to be worth the most? Its the toughest shot....</strong>" Keira bit her lip, looking back at Aren for a second before looking back at the target. "<strong>There are no hit detection rings on the arms, only the chest and head have them on. The arms merely register a miss...</strong>" Keira shrugged, adjusting her target out to 30 meters and setting the Pulse Rifle down against the side of her barrier, fishing her sidearm out of its holster and loading a fresh clip.<br><br>"<strong>How about this. We all fire 10 rounds. Headshots are worth 10 points, body shots are worth 5 points. The computer counts our hits out of 10, and whoever has the most hits at the end, wins the pool. Base bet is 10 credits per go.</strong>" Keira nodded. "<strong>Thoughts?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 17:40:10</strong>
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				"Alright. Any time limit on shooting, or is it 'at best pace'?"<br><br>Jal Smiled, hefting her handgun and aiming down the iron sights, as her target moved back to thirty yards. "So, it's whomever has the most points per round. Well, Let's see what we can do about that."<br><br>Aiming carefully, she relaxed into the stance, and waited for Aren and Keira to set up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 18:31:46</strong>
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				Aren smiled and nodded. This wager had gotten his competitive juices flowing, and he planned to win this contest. He had always been a good shot with his pistol, even if his rifel aim had been lackluster, and he wanted nothing more than to show up these two young women. Lifting his sidearm, he aimed at the target downrange, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. "Ready," he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 21:35:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;Small, but strong hands gripped Shizen's shoulders, fingers spreading over her back as their lips made contact. Mhegan's first thought was they were soft. Soft and sweet, she decided, pressing her lips gently against Shizen's. She sucked in a soft breath, feeling Shizen's longer body against her's. From thighs touching thighs, belly and breasts, Mhegan's body shivered, the tips of her breasts tightening again. <br><br>&nbsp;The small woman's hands slid down Shizen's back to the curve of her hips and rear. There they glide over the curved flesh, feeling and caressing. "Feels good.." Mhegan whispered into the kisses. Her body's heat rising as the dream came back in a sudden rush and in the heat of the moment, she reached down and pulled the hem of her shirt up to her shoulders, wiggling so it slid easily and let Shizen lay on her nearly naked body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 03:24:17</strong>
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				The heat underneath her body caused Shizen to sit the two of them up, assisting Mhegan in removing her shirt before pulling her own off of her shoulders, the absent fabric leaving her breasts exposed and her blushed body open to view in Mhegan's eyes. "I want more," Shizen's lust-filled whispers cascade over her lips before leaning forward and pushing her tongue into Mhegan's mouth, licking the teeth, roof, and the other tongue present inside of the warm mouth. Her hands move to Mhegan's right leg, and the other to their breasts, pressing the sides whilst her own chest down to feel the hardened nipples pressing into their bodies, her barely covered thighs already ridden up to her waist as she grinds against the smaller womans free leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 09:28:36</strong>
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				Keira cracked her neck quietly and took several deep and steady breaths to lower her heart rate. Her abilities with the pistol were hardly up to match with Aren and Jal, but she had the advantage of prior training from her brother whom was in the Special Forces, though that really didn't focus on handgun training, she learned to control her weapon as though it were part of her. God she missed him.<br><br>"<strong>I'm ready to go...</strong>" Keira spoke out quietly, as she assumed a comfortable stance and aimed down range at her target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 08:55:44</strong>
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				"Fire," Aren shouted, as the range roared with the sound of small arms fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 22:27:20</strong>
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				As each of the soldiers finished up their clips, Aren punched a nearby button, bringing the targets closer to their stations. "Nine," Aren called out, smiling as he examined the paper figure. He turned to look at the other shooters and his heart dropped a bit. Jal had hit 9 of 10 as well, and Keira had hit 8, with a ninth narrowly missing the head. "Damn," he said with a laugh, "We're all pretty good shots."<br><br>It was then that he noticed the angry light blinking on his comm alert, which was attached to a band on his wrist. Four quick blinks followed by a pause, then four more quick blinks. It was important. Jogging from the firing range, he called over his shoulder, "I'll be back!"<br><br>Sprinting down the hall to his room, he completely ignored the two women who were sprawled on the sofa. His door was open, and he could see that his comm screen was flashing angrily. Closing the door behind him, he punched buttons, and the general's face appeared within a matter of moments. <br><br>"Captain Tobak here, sir," Aren said, saluting. <br>"At ease Captain," the general said. "I'm letting you know that your new first officer should be arriving any time now. First officer Brixin Zio has been transferred into your unit, she was with the 5th mech before this. She's a hacker, computer expert; she'll be a good soldier for your squad."<br><br>"I'll be the judge of that, sir," Aren said, eyes flashing, "You know how I feel about you adding soldiers to my unit without my knowledge, sir."<br><br>"I know, Tobak," the General said "But she's a damn good pilot; you'll need her. General Anwar out." <br><br>"Damnit!" Aren said, kicking a nearby trash can across the room. "I don't need a new soldier!" Punching up the comm range on the monitor, he spoke quickly and curtly into the mic. "I'm gonna be late getting back, I'm afraid," he said to the two women, "I have to go and meet our new pilot." Cutting the connection, he stormed back down to the hangar to await her arrival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 23:11:39</strong>
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				Brixie had gotten there a bit sooner then Aren was expecting. He was informed she was on her way but when he got to the hanger her heard the sound of a motorcycle being turned off. A petite woman of 5'9” height got off the bike after storing one of her guns in it. The bike's compartments closed on it's own and she stood there removing her goggles slipping up on her forehead. The female was pretty much painted all over her chest as well as some other tattoos that could be seen just above her pants line. She wasn't wearing a top so she could show off her ink and she found it more comfortable to be like this. She kept her gloves on and looks at Aren, thinking to herself, “I'm going to kill that old fucking bastard..” she didn't let her thought come out in her face though. <br><br>She moved over to her new superior officer and extended her hand to him with a wicked smile, “that old codger didn't tell me I was working with someone with a nice ass..” she actually did move and check out what he had. She didn't let on once that she knew him at all. She stood there waiting for him to shake her hand. She was really hoping he did so she could put her new hand to good use and crush his, but alas she has to keep that all inside for now. He didn't know who it was and she'd keep it that way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 23:36:02</strong>
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				Jal listened to the intercom message, and before she could shout a warning back at Aren about something in the Hangar, the com went dead. "Fuck! Keira, can you clear my weapons? I need to get Aren and anyone else out of the hangar, because, if I'm right, my 'Mech's about to gas-clean the main gun."<br><br>Putting down the Pistol, and removing the magazine almost as reflex, Jal sprinted for the Door and shouldered it open, Shouting across the Hangar bay to Aren, Max, and the Newcomer. "Get in here, or get down and cover your ears!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 06:37:08</strong>
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				Max sticks his head up and smiles, putting away the pistol that had been trained on the bike's gas tank until just moments ago. "More fresh meat?" He whistles appreciatively, "I like 'er style. Hey, boss, why didn't ya tell me we had another rook?" He makes a move to crawl out and greet her at least semi-appropriately, but quickly scrambles back inside the machine at the shouted warning, ducking into one corner and plugging his ears with his fingertips.<br><br>"Of all da frikkin... nutjob frikkin lunatics tryin' ta get me killed. Random ass frikkin warnins an' shit. People yellin' all da damn time an shit. Shit. Fuck. Fuckshit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 18:08:28</strong>
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				"Because I didn't know either," Aren muttered under his breath. Extending a hand, he smiled tersely at the young woman. "First officer Zio, welcome to Shadow base. I'm Captain Aren Tobak, CO of this unit. The man to your left is-" Aren dived to one side, grabbing the newest member of his team, and jammed his fingers in his ears as the gun roared.<br><br>Blinking, he shook his head, clearing the cobwebs. "Well, that was fun," he said with a faint smile. "Anyway, I'll let everyone introduce themselves; I'm sure they'll be happy to do so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 18:26:50</strong>
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				Jal's Mech, operating on its rather simplistic routines, had loaded air charges into all of its projectile weapons and fired them simultaneously, the result being a massive pressure blast that cleaned the bores of every gun barrel, and sent loose tools and scrap metal skittering across the Hangar's floor like scared mice, while the repair gantry crane cables swung wildly, causing the hooks to become, temporarily, pendulums that could crack a man's skull in twain without being checked in speed.<br><br>Jal, knowing the timing almost perfectly, had slammed the Firing range's door shut just as the 'Mech began loading the air charges, though the blast wave nearly blew the unlocked doors open again, even with her leaning on them. "Christ on a Crutch and Bhudda on a Pogo Stick, I'll never get used to that."<br><br>Shaking her head and working her jaw slightly until her ears popped to equalize the pressure, she re-opened the door and jogged over to her 'mech, muttering curses under her breath as she noticed that there were some new cracks in the wall that was only a few metres from the massive Machine. "Hey Aren. All in favour of soundproofing the main hangar? Because this'll happen every time we get into a firefight."<br><br>A few seconds later, the 'Mech disgorged the empty air canisters, each one looking like a spent shotgun shell, only fitted for the Mech's guns, instead of the personal weapon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 20:42:45</strong>
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				She was grabbed and pulled away from her bike. She put her hands over her ears when the gun started to go off. She looks at Aren then pushed away from him furrowing her brows. It had been years since she was that close to him, she didn't like it one bit. <br><br>The shields on her bike went off and the compartments opened and she sighed. All of her weaponry that was inside Fenrir's compartments slid out and waited for them to be taken from the holsters. She looks at Aren. “Is this how you run this place? Like it was some kind of summer camp? You let your officers discharge shit like that?” She tilts her head to the left and a pop was heard from the joint in her neck.&nbsp; She kept her mouth shut after that and went over to her bike having it close the compartments. <br><br>This unit was already run differently from her last one and she could see it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 22:38:11</strong>
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				Aren's eyes narrowed. "Just because my troops have more freedom than you're used to, Zio, doesn't mean we're reckless, even if Jalith's mech decides to randomly fire. What was that anyway, Jal?" He arched an eyebrow, and cocked his head in the direction of the offending pilot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 22:44:57</strong>
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				Jal bent down and tossed a 30mm cartridge over to Aren. "Gas cleaner; Flushes the barrels of any unburned ammo residue, dirt, muck, what-have-you."<br><br>She smiled slightly, then picked up a Cutting torch, examining her 'Mech for a few long moments before pulling a welding mask on and cutting a circular hole through the armour plate, followed by Dropping the eighteen-inch deep 'core sample' behind her, and looking into the gap she had created. "In case you forget your firearm safety, Aren, cleaning the guns is a good thing, simply because too much fouling can throw the trajectory. oh; can you look in the manifest for that heavy combat Laser Shi picked up for me? I need to fit it in just right so it'll be protected, but still have a clear arc of fire."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 23:03:53</strong>
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				Brix's lips started to turn a dark deep blood red as her mood changed. She watched Aren, “You let them discharge a flusher inside your hanger? Why don't you just go and hand yourself to the enemy you fucking moron..” she shook her head, “what would of happened if someone was in here and didn't know about it going off? Umm like us..” she pointed to the cracks in the wall, “That would be one of your team members.” She knew she was second in command of this unit now and looked over the person fixing their mech. “Have that shit do that outside from now on..” she shook her head walking over to her bike again. Her lips still turning deeper shades of red the more her brows furrowed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 23:11:56</strong>
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				Jal turned, putting down the cutter as she looked at the even newer member of the group. "If you're the Second in command of this lot, I wholly expect you to resign in protest within the first two days."<br><br>Removing the welding mask, she Climbed onto the 'Mech's back, and, using the controls for a gantry hoist, tilted up a plate of armour, allowing her to look inside the heavy Machine's hull. "As far as I'm concerned, there's no harm done, except to the state of your clothes, because you probably emptied your tank."<br><br>She then paused, her cold eyes locking onto Brix's head and her voice almost frosting over. "Also, if you ever try to talk shit about my 'mech again, you'll find out exactly what I can do with a drill bit. Do we have an understanding?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 01:35:54</strong>
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				Keira didn't pay much attention as she sighed to herself, the loud crack of Jal's mech cleaning its gun barrels caused her to jump slightly but otherwise she paid little attention. She used the small handheld computer in her hands to transfer all of the credits owed for her losing the competition to Jal and Aren's accounts, respectively giving 50% for both. She collected her weapons and followed Jal outside to the hangar as a small hammer rolled across the deck. Keira chuckled slightly, shouldering the Pulse Rifle and following Jal out towards the hangar, breaking off towards the armory and stowing all of the weapons except her personal sidearm, the Plasma Pistol. <br><br>Officially titled the UJ6-72 series, the pistol actually fired Plasma foiled rounds, basically they had hyper-penetration power as they were extremely hot for several seconds after being fired. The weapon was not extensively used, Keira had adopted it after her brother had been killed, it was his. It was too expensive for mass production, but it was also one of the best sidearms available. With a 26 round magazine, and a very long life span and reliability beyond most conventional firearms, it was a definite keeper. The only problem was finding replacements for the fusion cells necessary to keep the Plasma flowing, but even then the pistol was more than enough without the addition of Plasma.<br><br>Keira holstered the pistol and exited the armory, closing and sealing the door behind her as she overheard what Jal and the newbie were talking about. Keira abruptly, almost aggressively, stepped in front of Jal and blocked her view of the new arrival. Thinking of her brother always put her in that mood, Keira just couldn't stand when rifts broke out among the ranks, thats what got her brother killed and she wasn't going to let it happen to her as well. "<strong>Hey hey, calm down huh?</strong>" Keira whispered, nodding along as she spoke. "<strong>Don't let the new brass get to you, new officers always think they can just show up and order respect, but that ain't how it works and we know that, right?</strong>" Keira smiled. "<strong>But she is right...that thing is reckless as hell, I know its a pain in the ass but automatic gun cleaners are banned in other bases for a reason. The only reason we get passes is because we lack maintenance staff, but that doesn't mean we put safety below speed. What if that thing goes off and your not around to scream bloody murder? Shes right, that could get someone killed. Do what I do, manually clean your guns. It might take a while, sure, but its more sincere. I hardly trust these computers to fire my guns, I don't trust them to clean them as well. The last thing I want is a misfire blowing my mech into a bazillion pieces.</strong>" Keira took a deep breath and patted Jal on the shoulder.<br><br>She offered a full hearted smile and looked back towards the new arrival, 'second in command'. In Keira's own opinion as a senior enlisted, there were three types of officers. Officers who earned respect, officers who demanded it and officers who didn't live long enough for any. "<strong>Welcome to the Shadows</strong>" Keira spoke quickly to the new girl, and nodded, turning back to Jal and giving her an uneasy look, then side stepping Jal and walking over to her own mech as a piece of metal was lodged in the soft armor of her mechs legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 02:12:49</strong>
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				Jal paused then rubbed the bridge of her nose, frowning. A moment later, she practically climbed into the body of her 'Mech, disappearing from view as she carefully began rearranging the modular innards of her Machine to make room for the new weapon she was installing.<br><br>After several long minutes, she climbed out of the open hole in her machine's carapace, and, walking over to Keira's mech, she sat down on an empty ammo crate to borrow the linked stockpile computer panel at the Gantry. "Sad part is that I probably would have outranked her, too, if I wanted a promotion."<br><br>She chuckled, tapping on the panel with slightly more force then needed. "You're right. I shouldn't be up in arms, especially considering that I'm just as much a 'newbie' to the unit, but, well, if someone razzes my 'mech, I get angry."<br><br>Finding what she wanted, she set the automatic crane into motion to collect and place the crate holding the heavy laser next to her 'Mech, then looked at Keira's machine. "So, want some help with the Engine replacement plan, or should we hold off on it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 03:34:52</strong>
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				Keira cocked her head slightly as Jal sat down next to her, and Keira passively listened to Jal, nodding as she kind of apologized, but Keira wasn't looking for that. "<strong>Yeah, I know how it is, I was a noobie too. Heck, most of us here are noobies of the squad, we haven't been together that long. But, y'know, just keep it in mind. We all treat these mechs like they are family, the difference between us getting killed and getting home for lunch depends on these babies. So yeah, we all defensive, but going toe to toe with a superior officer just breeds more and more.</strong>" Keira replied as she winced from a bright spark bursting from ther mechs underbelly wiring panel. "<strong>Don't worry, officers never fuck with the senior enlisted, we are kind of like the hardcore Uncle of this disfunctional family. Plus, you should know officers never like going toe to toe with each other, so just play it cool and she'll get used to it or get out. Hopefully she'll stay, I like her...shes got spunk, albeit I don't know if shes ever seen combat, shes a little to quick to get fiesty with friendlies.</strong>" Keira chuckled, slapping her mechs wiring panel back up and vaulting herself up to the cockpit.<br><br>"<strong>As for that engine upgrade, I'm afraid I'll have to pass. I have to clean these mortar tubes and also my rocket discharge tubes are in need of a cleaning. Plus, we don't have any X series reactors here, I don't think they are even produced anymore. I will have to order one, and I don't trust the EM series, even if they fit. The X series has kept me going beyond the natural limitations and saved my sorry butt more than its share of times...so, yeah. You know how it is.</strong>' Keira smirked. "<strong>But if you want some help with that weapon of yours, you <em>are</em> staring at the weapon Sergeant's butt at this time...</strong>" Keira laughed outloud. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 05:13:37</strong>
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				Jal snickered slightly, and stood up. "Depends; think you can help me Install a Heavy Combat Laser, even with me bitching if you mark up my 'Mech too much?" She then paused, stretched and smiled. "Oh, don't tell anyone, but I am a Commissioned officer; I just didn't give a crap about my Superiors, so they tossed me over here with the rest of the misfits and people that'd lobotomize their superiors if they get out of line." She grinned, deliberately goofy, as she walked over to her 'Mech again, taking her time in popping the seals on the crate that held the ten foot-long Laser.<br><br>Opening the Crate, she examined the weapon for a long moment, noting that the packager did a good job by Separating the focusing lenses and storing them separately in a foamed compartment so they wouldn't be scraped on anything. Nodding to herself, she checked the connections in the weapon itself, making sure that nothing had loosened in transit, then, only after she was satisfied did she slip each lens into its proper location, the slightly-curved and crystalline units set up to focus the beam into an eight-centimetre wide shaft of light that could sear its way through reinforced steel plate.<br><br>Climbing into the back of her 'Mech, Jal took some time to set up a manual crane hoist to lift the Laser into Position, while she asked Keira to inspect the heavy weapon for anything she had missed. "I'm hoping I can recess it slightly under the armour plate on this side, Keira, so I have more cover on the left flank. The Right's pretty-well covered with the AT rotary, at least."<br><br>Pausing, she Climbed back into the Open part of her 'Mech's carapace, laying down flat inside to examine the line through the pre-cut hole she had made earlier. "Looks good from in here, but I'll shave off some plating from the inside so the muzzle is about three inches in; that'll give it a nice, wide arc of fire."<br><br>Getting back up, And climbing out of the opened section, she quickly retrieved a portable fusion cutter and protective mask, and set to work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 15:35:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan moaned quietly, her mouth fastened on Shizen's, lips and tongue soft, wet and demanding as she let her emotions and needs free of the tight reins she normally held on them. The smaller woman's naked body felt hot to her and she ran questing hands all over&nbsp; Shizen's back, stomach and breasts.<br><br>&nbsp;Between heated kisses, Mhegan moaned, "Take it then.. Gods.. I dunno why... but I want this.." She whispered. A husky groan came from her as she felt the sodden cloth that covered Shizen's silken folds rubbing wetly into her thigh. One hand dropping to cup her lover's firm butt as she ground her thigh between Shizen's.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 18:10:55</strong>
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				Aren's eyes narrowed, and he could feel the anger building up in his system. <br><br>"First officer Zio!" he called out as she turned to leave. "Let me make one thing clear to you. We do things differently here in the shadows; these pilots are the best of the best, and they are given more freedom to say and do as they please. You may be second in command of my unit, but I am still your CO and this is still MY unit. These pilots have earned my respect, and I grant them the freedom to do as they please. You, on the other hand, have done nothing to earn it, and therefore I will not tolerate disrespect towards these pilots, myself, or the way I run this unit. Understood?" His eyes flashed dangerously; he was angrier than he had felt in quite some time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 18:21:26</strong>
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				She turned and looked at Aren her lips still flaring a bright red. “So let me get this straight.. Aren.. you'd let your team have something that dangerous go off around here? You'd allow an accident waiting to happen on your watch?” She shook her head at him, “You haven't changed one fucking bit, still reckless as ever.” She sighed and then put her hands on her hips, “Where am I going to stay while I'm at this circus?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 19:29:55</strong>
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				"You haven't changed one bit, still reckless as ever." The words echoed in his mind rattling around as he stood, unsure of how to proceed. "Wh-" he started, before stopping and turning. "You're staying in the guest room," he said. "I can give you the tour, or Max can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 20:34:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brix looks at him, “how about we try the tour with you?” she walks over towards him her lips still red. “And my things will be her soon, I hope.” not that clothing was a problem she didn't wear a top. Her tattoos pretty much covered what little bit of a chest she had. <br><br>She gave Aren a once over again shaking her head. The only thing time did to him was made him a bit more rough around the edges. She kept her eyes off of him now or her lips might start to turn black, which they had started turning more of a black/red color.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 20:59:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren sighed heavily, walking towards the lift. "Whatever," he muttered, "Come on, let's go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 21:18:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him then raises an eyebrow and followed him stepping into the lift with him. “You know Aren if you want me to leave just say so.” She seemed awfully friendly with him for someone who just met him. She kept her eyes off him so her lips wouldn't give her mood away. She put her hands behind her back and closed her eyes. It had been over 8 years since that night back home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 21:33:52</strong>
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				"Do I know you?" Aren asked, puzzled. "I feel like you seem somewhat familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 21:39:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head at him, “No, no you don't.. the person we both knew died years ago.” She looks at him with a somber look on her face. “My sister in fact.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 21:46:03</strong>
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				"Your sister..." Aren said, and a thought flashed through his head. Zio... where did he know that name from. "Britt?" he asked, eyes widening slowly. "Britt's... Britt's dead?" he sank slowly to his knees, head in his hands. "When, how? She was such a good pilot; there had to be a malfunction. I didn't get to say..." his eyes welled with tears as he spoke. "Damnit! What unit was she in? Why did no one mention this to me?" he said, fighting the tears. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 22:03:51</strong>
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				She moved her hand into a pocket on her jacket pulling out an object, she moved her hand flicking her wrist tossing the object at Aren. When it got near him on the ground he noticed it was a locket. “Have fun..” Brix was cold hearted he could tell. She leaned up against the lift wall crossing her legs at the ankles and closed her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 22:06:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren froze, his hand slowly went out, grabbing the locket from the ground. "Where... Where did you get this?" he asked, eyes wide.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 22:38:33</strong>
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				Brix picked her head up and looks at him, “Oh that... was given to me with some letter asking to tell you she had croaked.” She shrugs, “Her kid is in foster care as we speak. Cute little girl, to bad her mom passed on and she had no family to take care of her. Her pop passed away as well.” She never did tell him what unit Britt was in. She stayed leaning against the wall and folded her arms over her chest. She watched him curiously now, her lips started to change to a light green. She never believed him that night when he said what he did. She closed her eyes and shook her head, “I'm sorry but she's gone.” She wouldn't re-open her heart to another anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 23:21:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wait,"Aren said suddenly, "Britt was an orphan; no family at all. That means that you..." He stood up slowly, eyes full of hurt. "Brittany?" He said, cautiously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 23:27:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She walked over to him as her lips started to turn a dark red again. She slapped her hand over his mouth and pushed him against the lift wall. Her other hand moving to hit the button to stop the lift. Her eyes which were no where near the color he remembered them to be. “Don't ever fucking call me that again, understand.. that life is dead..” she pulled away from him and kept her eyes on him. They were almost as cold as steel right now. She looked away from him then moved leaning on the wall again. She kept her head down, looking up at him with this dread gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 00:08:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren couldn't move, couldn't think; Britt was alive? His eyes showed his joy, they glowed brightly in the lift. Nodding slowly, he smiled against her hand. As long as she was alive... he could still apologize, for everything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 01:07:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brix looks at him as her lips started to turn black watching him. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and held it there. “So..... how's life?” She kept her arms folded, she so didn't look like he remembered her at all. She crossed her legs not moving from where she was at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 01:20:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You... lied to me," Aren said slowly, "Why would you tell me you were dead? Look at you! You've changed so much, I didn't recognize you!" He walked towards her slowly, arms outstreched. He was in a daze; her previous transgressions wiped from his mind in the euphoria of her not being dead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 01:28:06</strong>
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				She narrows her eyes her lips turning red again getting angry at him now, “Get over it.. you really think I wanted to be around you after what happened back home?” She put her hands on her hips and kept watching him, she even pushed off the wall so in case he attacked her she could kick his rear end. “I didn't ask to be sent here, I asked to keep doing the research and development of my old team, but they said I had to go somewhere after all the members fucking died, and with that so did the Brittany you knew... so get over it Aren, she's dead.” She turned away from him. “Just show me to my room and that will be that, I'll ask for a fucking transfer.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 01:31:14</strong>
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				Aren stopped. "What happened back home was a mistake, Brix," he said softly, looking away. "I wanted to apologize for that; I said things I didn't mean, and you have every right to hate me. But I am sorry."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 01:42:14</strong>
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				“Kind of too late don't you think? It's been what 8 years and not once did I hear a word from you.” She shook her head with a sigh. “As I said I'll ask for the damn transfer so you can go about with your roughneck bunch of pilots here.” She wouldn't look at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 20:57:38</strong>
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				Aren's eyes fell to the floor once again; this was true, and he didn't have a good reason why it was true. <br><br>"I... I didn't know what to say," he said softly, "I still don't, but you're here now, and all I can say is I'm sorry." He knew Brix was too stubborn to accept this apology, knew she would stay mad at him. He had said things she'd find inexcusable; now he was going to lose her again. "I never stopped caring for you, Brix," he murmured, eyes still glued on the floor. "I don't want you to go. Don't transfer; you should've been a shadow from the beginning."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 21:34:11</strong>
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				She looks at him, “You know I don't remember you being a pussy..” She sighs closing her eyes, “And you know 'hello' works just fine for something to say.” Her lips were still a deep red color, she didn't look at him now. “And as for me being a Shadow... it didn't happen now did it? I became and Angel instead.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 21:51:13</strong>
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				"I'm not being a pussy," Aren said defensively, "I'm being contrite. This is all still a little surprising for me; so I'm sorry if I'm not prepared for you to be here." His eyes were soft, and shone a bit in the harsh light of the lift. He looked at her, wanting desperately to hear that things were ok, that they could go back to being friends, the way things had been years ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 22:02:04</strong>
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				Brix shook her head at him, “No you're being a puss... you've always been that way actually. A bit on the feminine side of life.” She opened her eyes, she was pushing buttons with him trying to see how he'd react. <br><br>She adjusted how she was standing and put her hands on her hips. “I still remember how ummm gentle you were..” she shook her head, “acted more like a gay male then anything.” She smirked a slight bit, “So you taking it in the Hershey highway finally?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 22:04:30</strong>
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				"What about you?" he snarled, with a cruel smirk. "Finally hit puberty? Not that your chest shows it at all." He could see kindness was getting him nowhere, now he would play dirty. She was right; Brittany Zio was dead; in her place was Brix, who he had no ties to whatsoever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 22:12:10</strong>
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				Narrowing her eyes she looks at him with a cold stare back, “What do you mean puberty?” she damn near growled at him. “My chest it fine! I've had no complaints ever about it. Not my fault I don't have cow utters like Jessica did.” She stuck her tongue out at him then turned not looking at him, “besides my husband didn't have any problems with them at all.” she folded her arms over her chest turning her nose up at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 22:13:55</strong>
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				"Neither did I," he said, with a smirk, eyes changing. He could never stay mad at her, Brix, Britt, whoever. It was still her, and he couldn't stay mad. "I missed you," he said, still smiling at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 22:22:11</strong>
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				She looked at him and saw his mood change, “Pussy!” She narrowed her eyes at him, “I don't understand how you survived this long with that pansy ass attitude you have!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 22:54:53</strong>
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				"Don't have to be an asshole to be a good pilot," he said, laughing. "I would think your husband... would have taught you that..." he said, trailing off. Husband? She was married? Aren looked at her, cocking his head to one side, puzzled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 23:51:07</strong>
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				Brix shook her head at him, “We were both in research and development.” He knew she'd get shipped off somewhere that would put her brain power to good use. “He developed the suits scouts use for recon missions.” Jamison Rylie was the only scientist/designer to develop suits that could be warn for front line fighting as well as scout missions. He was well known for his team of scouts that brought back a lot of information needed to build weaponry to cut through the defenses of the enemy. <br><br>She moved her hand removing her glove off her left hand, it looked completely normal, but then it split apart into several sections that could be used as extra fingers. “I got this while I was there.” She looked at Aren, “not by choice mind you. My hull on my old suit was compromised and I lost my hand from it being cut off..” <br><br>Chuckling as her hand went back to normal and she put her glove back on, “So now I'm a hacker with this hand. I've hacked into a lot of things and found information.” She grinned a bit, “that reminds me, I'm going to need the frequencies the other mechs work off of so if I have to jam something they're not effected.” <br><br>She'd changed so much from when they were in school, she was no longer the shy person who always needed to stand in Aren's shadow and have him chase the bad people away. She learned not to rely on anyone anymore, after all she knew in the end they'd either leave or be taken away from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 00:20:45</strong>
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				Kal climbed out of the Hull of her 'Mech, shaking metal filings out of her hair as she pulled the welding mask up, before sitting at the edge of the Opening in the hull.<br><br>Leaning over, she looked into the slot she had made for the laser's beam and nodded to herself, before climbing back down to the ground, and, taking a few moments for herself, leaned against the heavy Machine's leg, but not before reaching into a toolbelt and finding a cigarette to puff on. "So, Keira. Care to tell me a bit about yourself?"<br><br>After several moments, she walked over to the Laser that was being prepared for mounting, and knelt down next to the weapons specialist, watching as Keira worked over the Laser's cables and capacitors before closing the weapon's housing. "Anything interesting?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 07:22:29</strong>
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				Keira squatted down next to the Laser weapon and whistled quietly. She pulled a small pair of tweezers and pliers from her pocket and pulled open the weapons wire and control hatch, and went to work. She wasn't this units actual Weapons Sergeant, but she was in her previous bases and well, she knew how everything that could go 'boom' worked, everything. From gattling canons to Laser rifles, to nuclear and EMP bombs. <br><br>Keira looked up at Jal as she lit a cigarette and asked Keira about herself. Keira squinted slightly, putting down her pliers and the keeping the tweezers in her hand firmly, she chuckled for a moment before looking out towards the main hangar doors.<br><br>"<strong>I don't know, there isn't much to tell. My folks died when I was pretty young, we were farmers pretty much. My brother kept us all fed and under shelter, he didn't even get to goto school after our parents died, so getting a job was always tough on him, but we made ends meet. Then one day, the government where I was from decided that my younger sisters and brothers were better off in State custody and...I dunno. After that, I joined the Army and...here I am.</strong>" Keira shrugged, she rarely talked about her past, it was a mix of unusual as most people didn't talk much and uncomfortable considernig her past and all the things that had gone wrong. Keira always asked herself, 'why us' when the idea came to mind, but she rarely liked to dwell on that type of thing. "<strong>Naw, I'm pretty boring I guess...what about you?</strong>" <br><br>Keira pulled on a wire and completely yanked it out. "<strong>Here...I just increased your air flow and firing time with this...only by a second or two, but it helps. The weapon is nice, a bit overdesigned. The fire system is a joke, I could whip up one thats 50 times better in a few weeks, I could replace it with this one. But beyond that, its nice. Might add a little too much weight to one side of your mech though, but you can compensate with altering the hydrolic flow to your support legs there...</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 15:54:43</strong>
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				Jal chuckled, and Gave keira the half of the cig she hadn't smoked yet. "As for me; well, It's a long story, but the short version is that I was raised by my dad, who, until a few years ago, didn't bother telling me that he was a Leftenant-General in the Bloody Half-Hundred Mechanized Division."<br><br>She paused, then smiled. "Tanks, for the most part; good ones, too; could take down a Decent 'Mech with minimal losses nine times out of ten. Nobody Expects a tank to have as much Firepower or more, considering the amount of armour plate thiy have."<br><br>Walking over to the manual lifting hoist, she selected a trio of strong chains to help lift the Laser from its Storage crate, and carefully positioned them so the weapon Wouldn't slide around. "The Firing System is Okay; Needs to be tough enough to shrug off hits that'd destroy light mechs, and stupid enough to interface with my Tac-Comp without giving me a headache. Weight distribution won't be a problem; In fact, It'd likely Even things out considering the AT rotary on the right side is hardly a lightweight weapon."<br><br>Linking the three chains together, she smiled when she saw the pre-drilled mounting holes on each side of the casing, and bags of Eight-inch long bolts underneath the Laser's housing. "One good thing about this is that it's modular. Oh, Could you pass me the manual winch? Need to pass the chain loops through two hooks before we lift it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 18:27:24</strong>
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				"Right," he said absently, "I'll have those for you ASAP. Why didn't I hear anything about you all of these years? I've kept an ear to the ground waiting to hear about you, but nothing came." He still couldn't get over the fact that she'd been married; it seemed like just yesterday he'd had to intervene with several of his classmates taunting her; now she'd been married and looked so... different.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 19:13:21</strong>
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				Keira nodded and stood up from her sitting position, and quickly handed Jal the winch and stood back, she knew how it felt to have someone hovernig over your shoulder while preparing your own machine, it kind of felt like you were under a dozen microscopes at the same time. She understood where Jal was coming from, with her dad, Keira's brother hadn't even told her he was in the Special Forces, she only found out after his death. It was a pretty simple process, nobody would tell her how or when, where or why he died and all of the people there to pay respects had no name insignias, nor any ranks or any kind of citations. They had black uniforms, which were different from the standard blue and grey uniforms of the Infantry. Put 1 and 1 together these days, and you'll get 2.<br><br>Keira smirked at Jal and looked back towards where the Captain had run off to with the new arrival. "<strong>The Captain seemed...odd...when the new XO showed up...do you think they have some kind of history or something?</strong>" Keira asked inquisitively.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 19:27:29</strong>
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				Jal grunted slightly, mounting the winch to the Gantry arm so she could use its anchoring to lift the laser into position without much strain on her part. "All things Considered, I think he and she shared the same bed long enough for him to know if she smells like trout or strawberries."<br><br>She paused, then started manual control on the winch, using the crank-grip to slowly raise the laser cannon out of its travel case. "In the case of my Dad, well, I knew he was in the Military, and I think he's still alive, but I haven't heard from him in a long time. Then again, he might be doing weapon research again. Last I heard the Military was considering using Long-barrel Gauss cannons in Super-heavy tanks for Line of Sight Fire Superiority."<br><br>Quietly, she continued to work, stopping only when the laser was above the level of her 'mech's shoulder. "Keira, could you hop in and move my 'mech forwards a few feet? Controls are embarassingly simple, and I've kept the reactor ready for a hot-start, so it should only be a few seconds from Idle to moving."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 20:33:59</strong>
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				"<strong>Yeah sure...</strong>" Keira replied to Jal, walking to the opposite side of where Jal was working and vaulting herself up into the open cockpit of the large mech. The seat was much bigger than what Keira was normally use too, and the interior was also much bigger. For her mech, control panels surrounded her seat, though she was now used to that style. The space was nice, but at the same time it felt strange.<br><br>Keira kicked the reactor into action and the mech lit up with life. Most mechs piloted the same, though the difference between bigger ones and smaller ones was the field of vision and distance you had to maintain from your target to avoid walking into it. <br><br>Keira checked to make sure Jal was clear and slowly moved the mech a head a few feet. The single step the thing took basically covered the distance. "<strong>That good?</strong>" Keira called back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 20:46:52</strong>
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				"Yep! Like the insides?" Jal smiled slightly, then lowered the laser into the open space, slowly, making sure that the weapon was resting solidly, if leaning towards the rear of the 'mech before climbing up the leg and using a large wrench as a lever to slide the length of the laser's body into the 'mech's torso, the faint thrum of the reactor's containment shell causing the mech's internal skeleton to vibrate very slightly.<br><br>Once she had slid the length of the weapon into place, Jal eased the Laser forwards in the 'mech's carapace, using only brute strength and leverage to get the Hexagonal weapon casing to line up flush with the pre-cut placement, leaving the final focusing lens safely encased behind several inches of steel composite plate but at the same time, close enough to the outer skin to be used with a wide arc. "Looks like it's all set up, Keira. Just need to hook in the power feeds and the Tac-Comp Telemetry so it recognizes the weapon, then we can adjust it however many millimetres until we bolt the damn thing into the internal structure."<br><br>A moment later, Jal ducked down into the carapace, climbing over and behind the Laser's housing to unspool the power feed cables, which she laid out along the internal spine of the 'Mech so the cables would be near the supercooling 'freezer'-class heat sinks, the residual chill within the machine causing the cables to become slightly more efficient in power transfer as Jal carefully plugged both two-inch wide power feeds directly into the 'feed me' port on the 'Mech's reactor.<br><br>Slowly easing herself back out, she sat up and tried to shake the dust and grime out of her hair, then shrugged and looked for the Computer connections.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 01:57:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1856247#msg1856247">Quote from: Sir Wolfgang on 04-05-2009, 18:27:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Right," he said absently, "I'll have those for you ASAP. Why didn't I hear anything about you all of these years? I've kept an ear to the ground waiting to hear about you, but nothing came." He still couldn't get over the fact that she'd been married; it seemed like just yesterday he'd had to intervene with several of his classmates taunting her; now she'd been married and looked so... different.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Brix looks at him, “What will you have for me asap?” she was a bit confused. She sighs, “I didn't want where I was out, I kept all the records secret. I was pissed at you.. extremely pissed at you.” She stood straight and looks at him. “Look at things from my side. You called me a slut Aren.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 07:54:48</strong>
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				"I have looked from your side," he said forcefully, eyes boring into her. "I know I said stupid things, and I wanted to make amends, but you made that rather difficult," he said, eyes growing cold again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 08:21:48</strong>
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				"<strong>Yes....nice and spacey. Very comfortable...I like it..</strong>" Keira replied, looking around the cockpit as though it were a new vehicle. She sighed and hopped out, ducking under the front weapons of the mech and standing next to Jal as she wiped some grime from her hair and face. Keira licked her finger and rubbed Jal's neck, wiping some more off that she had missed. "<strong>There, good as new.</strong>" Keira giggled, folding her hands behind her back and peering down at whatever Jal was preoccupied with.<br><br>"<strong>What are ya lookin' for? Connections? You'll have to talk to the electronics...expert, hmm. I don't even know who that is! You know, being the elite unit we're supposed to be, you'd think we would have done all the formal Military stuff like assigning a second and third command incase the Captain gets blown to pieces...or the new XO blows him...</strong>" Keira laughed, squatting down next to the large mech and leeking around in some hard to see spots.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 08:23:31</strong>
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				She shook her head at him, “Get over it Aren, I did. I moved on, had a husband and a little girl. I didn't dwell on the past, obviously.” She looked totally different, attitude and everything. “So I'm stuck here huh?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 17:06:07</strong>
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				"You... have a daughter?" Aren's eyes widened, "How old is she?" He knew she couldn't be his, but still; the idea that Brix had a child was enough to send a shock through his system. <br><br>"It looks that way, so I guess we'll have to get along," he said with a grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 17:21:58</strong>
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				Jal snickered slightly, then, leaning over the Laser's housing, she found the last connection. "Never mind; I got it. Little bastard was being sneaky by trying to hide between the laser and the Heat sinks."<br><br>Moving in slightly, almost burying her head and shoulders into the guts of her 'mech again, she fiddled with the final connection before linking it up into one of the modular control units, finally finishing up as she felt the faint thrum of power and micromotors automatically focusing the laser's lenses into an optimum position. "Looks like that's got it!"<br><br>Sitting up, she climbed out of her 'mech's carapace, and slowly lowered the massive section of armour plate back into place with some mechanical assistance, followed by using a weak thermite gel Solution to weld the armour back into one seamless piece, the only evidence of there being a new weapon being the baleful little black hole that seemed to glint if the light caught it correctly.<br><br>Jal, meanwhile, climbed back down to the ground and smiled at both Keira, and her 'Mech. "Definitely something to put the fear of Me into anyone facing it on the field, eh?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 17:38:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1859103#msg1859103">Quote from: Sir Wolfgang on 05-05-2009, 17:06:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You... have a daughter?" Aren's eyes widened, "How old is she?" He knew she couldn't be his, but still; the idea that Brix had a child was enough to send a shock through his system. <br><br>"It looks that way, so I guess we'll have to get along," he said with a grin.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Brix looks at him then sighs, “She's 6 years old and she's currently with her grandparents.” She folded her arms and leaned on the wall of the lift. “guess we better start the lift so we can finish the tour.” She still was going to ask for the transfer, she wasn't sure if she was going to get it but she could still ask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 18:45:56</strong>
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				Aren sighed; it was clear that this conversation was going nowhere quickly. Punching the button, he slumped slightly against the wall, eyes dull and lifeless. "Right," he murmured, smiling tiredly at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 00:56:29</strong>
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				She looks at him then moves her hand up to push her hair behind her ears, it had slipped out over the goggles and was tickling her face. “You look good Aren..” it would probably be the only compliment he got from her. “Time made you more attractive, I'm sure all the girls want to play a bit of hop on pop with you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 02:00:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1840864#msg1840864">Quote from: Zakharra on 29-04-2009, 15:35:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Mhegan moaned quietly, her mouth fastened on Shizen's, lips and tongue soft, wet and demanding as she let her emotions and needs free of the tight reins she normally held on them. The smaller woman's naked body felt hot to her and she ran questing hands all over&nbsp; Shizen's back, stomach and breasts.<br><br>&nbsp;Between heated kisses, Mhegan moaned, "Take it then.. Gods.. I dunno why... but I want this.." She whispered. A husky groan came from her as she felt the sodden cloth that covered Shizen's silken folds rubbing wetly into her thigh. One hand dropping to cup her lover's firm butt as she ground her thigh between Shizen's.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>With the authority given to her and even with the urge requested, Shizen quickly lifted her own shirt up and stripped Mhegan free of her clothing, laying over the smaller woman with a deep and passionate kiss which included her tongue running along the roof of Mhegan's mouth whilst her legs slid her pajama pants off of her thighs and kicked from her ankles. With a few moments of the nearly naked kissing and rubbing, Shizen then removes her own panties as well as whatever remained upon Mhegan's curvaceous body. Once removed and naked, Shizen pulls Mhegan's leg up over one of her thighs, her hand massaging the bottom of the thigh as her ministrations continued, rubbing her naked and cooled juice covered folds against Mhegans, panting softly as her kissing increased in lust and passion, feeling her own clit throbbing from the feel of the warm friction on the other side of its hood, as well as the flesh which brushes against the edge whilst she grinds her hips into her partner's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 16:32:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan gasped into the kiss, her heart suddenly thundering in her ears and beating hard enough she felt it in her chest. The smaller woman grasped Shizen's bottom, hands sliding over the smooth skin of her back to cup the larger firm breasts, fingers finding the pebble hard tips. She shivered again as Shizen lifted her leg, her new lover's fingers lingering on the now sensative skin of the back of Mhegan's thigh, and her wet soft folds came into contact with Shizen's. "AAaahhh...!", Mhegan cried out softly. Shizen's skillful hands and body expertly strummed Mhegan's body to a higher pitch.<br><br>&nbsp; Mhegan held tightly onto Shizen, kissing her with enthusiastic passion. The drink, dream and Shizen had knocked down any barriers Mhegan had against lying with a woman and all she knew and wanted now was to climax again and again. Urgently her hips met Shizen's, the wet tender folds rubbing, clcit swollen and throbbing with her need. "..Shizen..." Mhegan gasped between kisses.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 18:31:09</strong>
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				"You look fantastic," Aren said, looking her up and down. "Time has done wonders for you too. I would imagine you had to beat those hounds in the 5th off with a stick," he said with a laugh.<br><br>As the lift slowed to a stop, a thought flashed through Aren's mind. Not a thought so much as a memory. He remembered seeing something in the common room when he had gone to his room earlier. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew he shouldn't disturb whoever it was in the room. "Let's begin in the meeting room, shall we?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 20:16:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It's a good thing Brix hasn't seen what was going on in the common room, she might slap Aren even more. She watched him then grabbed his hand pulling him into the lift again hitting one of the buttons for the door to close. When it did she turned the lift off again looking at him. She chewed on her lip slightly and leaned up kissing his lips closing her eyes. She couldn't help herself, she did care even if it didn't show, but she did mention having a husband.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 20:18:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren gasped, stifiling a moan. He hadn't been kissed in months; now, Brix was back in his life and she was kissing him, even though she had said... Aren backed up slowly, gently pushing her from him. "You're... You're married," he said, eyes wide. "Why did you do that?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 20:33:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him holding onto his shirt, “Jamison died Aren.” He's probably heard that name before. “He left me to take care of Maxine alone.” She chewed on her lip then closed her eyes letting go of him. He knew she never had parents and now she has a little girl who'll never know her father.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 20:42:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. "I-I'm sorry," he said softly, "I didn't know. Look, the General owes me a favor, and if you want, I can have you sent home, to be with her. But I want you to stay, and I promise, nothing will happen to you in my unit. You will go home to her alive and in one piece."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 20:45:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head at him, “She knows I'll be home when the holidays come up.” She watched him then shook her head, her lips had started turning completely black with no red in them. “So you've had to of found someone while I was gone. No way you've been single this entire time.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 21:22:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren laughed lightly, and shook his head. "Not really, no," he said with a sheepish smile. "I've been busy; the Midlothlian Army uses the Shadows on a fairly regular basis, and with pilots like these, you have to strategize constantly. So I'm still single, yes."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 21:27:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles at him, “That's a shame really.” She gave him a catlike grin. “Want a pick up a widow and a little girl?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 21:57:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"But of course, Brix," Aren said, smirking, "I'll do whatever needs to be done."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 22:10:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him completely serious. “I'm not joking Aren. I'm serious about this. You, me, and Maxine as a family.” she moved her hand to his face. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 22:25:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren blinked. "Brix," he murmured, "I can't do that right now. I can't have a family; I would lose my edge. Maybe when this bloody war is over, we can talk about this. I'm sorry." He looked down,slightly ashamed of what he was saying. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 22:28:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brix sighs and looks at him, “Yea I thought the same thing, but you know it give new meaning to fighting for this war. I want to make the world better for Maxie and that's what I think about.” She pushed him away from her. “It doesn't make you weak to have a family. And you know at least I asked you and told you about her, I could of lied and had you come home with me on leave and be surprised."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 22:38:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's true," he said, smiling at her. "I'm glad you told me though; I need to know that kind of stuff. I know it doesn't make you weak; I just don't want to chance it." He reached for the elevator button again, arm extending past her to hit it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 06:33:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shizen quickly ground her hips into Mhegans, her clit throbbing as the hood is pushed back and against the warmer folds on the opposite side. After her kissing lost some of its passion because she was refusing to breathe to continue the pleasure, she leans back and bites her bottom lip as her chin is lifted whilst her own climax rises quickly, sensitivity not being on her side for the time being.<br><br>With a soft gasp and moan as she ground her hips faster, she stares into Mhegan's eyes as her eyes dialate from the first orgasm of the night, her body pressing farther into her lovers, breasts stiffening around the nipples even more from the teasing and gasping as the stimulus brings her over the edge, her hips grinding and thrusting into Mhegans folds as she pants hard and fast into her female partners shoulder and neck, sucking here and there to not be the only one going over the edge right away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 07:25:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Keira shrugged as she eyed the mech suspiciously. "<strong>Nothing scary about something you can see and hear coming for miles...now....</strong>" Keira spoke seriously as she pointed back towards her own mech. "<strong>..what you can't see coming, can't hear coming and after it blows up your friends its there and gone and you never saw it...thats going to fuck you up for years, doesn't matter how big your machine is. Can't hit what you can't see...</strong>" Keira chuckled. But she shrugged and sighed.<br><br>"<strong>But I guess its about your style, if you kill the enemy and stay alive, who am I to question your methods...</strong>" Keira chuckled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 14:12:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"See for miles? maybe. Hear for Miles? At the distance I have the main gun Calibrated for, you'll think it was thunder." She smiled, then stretched, her tight muscles relaxing slightly.<br><br>"I'm going to hit the showers; Covered in dirt, grime and crap isn't going to make me all smiles, after all. And, as for trying to Kill my 'mech by being sneaky, I'd like to point out the average armour thickness of slightly over a Foot of composite plate. It's designed to ignore anything short of a concentrated assault by a dozen heavies, or one nuke."<br><br>Jal snickered slightly, then patted Keira's shoulder, getting a nice layer of metal filings, dust and oil residue all over the other pilot's clothing. "Oops."<br><br>She then moved, quickly, out of reach of physical retaliation, and headed to the lift, pressing the button to call it, and, after a few seconds of not hearing the lift responding, she sighed, shook her head, and pressed a few buttons on the keypad next to the Lift's call button, disengaging the lock and re-calling the lift to the ground floor, regardless of what the occupants wanted at the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 16:30:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Panting rapidly, Mhegan moaned. Her fingers digging slightly into Shizen's skin as the taller woman's back as her wet folds and clit were ground against Shizen's. The short pilot's breasts were quivering at the more urgent movement of hip and body, her nipples tight nubs that sent tingles shooting straight to her clit as the sensations quickly grew to an overwhelming desire. <br><br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan arches up, crying out as she felt the sweet tide of climax rising till she was teetering on the edge from Shizen's ministrations. Her lover's breath was hot and moist on Mhegan's skin, her pants a music Mhegan couldn't deny and didn't want to. She gave a loud gasp, looking up into Shizen's eyes and with a sharp cry, tumbles off the edge into orgasm.<br><br>&nbsp;Feeling the sweet hot rush, Mhegan's arms held tightly around Shizen, fingers digging into the firm flesh as she ground her spasming sex against Shizen. The smooth skin sliding wetly with the now more than abundant lubrication of their mutual passion. Her cry echoing somewhat in the comon room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 02:40:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1865785#msg1865785">Quote from: Sir Wolfgang on 07-05-2009, 22:38:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That's true," he said, smiling at her. "I'm glad you told me though; I need to know that kind of stuff. I know it doesn't make you weak; I just don't want to chance it." He reached for the elevator button again, arm extending past her to hit it.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She looked at him then moved out grabbing his hand before he turned the lift back on. She moved his hand back to her and slid it up her torso to her breast. “Think about it Aren. You get me all to yourself like it should have been.” She moved it up past her collar and her neck bringing his finger tips to her lips kissing them gently. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 06:19:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The commander gasped, a quiet moan slipping from his lips as he felt his fingers slip in and out of her mouth. "Brix," he said softly, a smile spreading across his face as he wrapped his other arm around her waist. "You know I've missed you, but I don't..." he trailed off, mind wiped of all previous thoughts by her lips nimbly moving over his fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 07:20:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“You don't want what? For our feelings to interfere with out job? I think that was too late when they put you and I together.” Moving to slips 2 of his fingers into her mouth her tongue ran over them between them. He could feel her tongue ripple over them flicking the tip in short little strokes at the tender flesh between them.. Her eyes closing to enjoy the moment, knowing him he wouldn't go with it as usual. He'd bitch and complain just like he did back home. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 07:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren moaned softly, pulling her close to him and extracting his fingers from her mouth as he leaned in, kissing her passionately, lips pressed against hers. He had been overtaken by his lust; his logic completely erased. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 07:39:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brix opened her eyes when he slip his fingers out, eyes going wide when he kissed her. She settled into the kiss then broke it for a moment. “Should we go somewhere more private in case someone needs the lift or just say fuck em?” She leaned up kissing his lips, it was his call, she wasn't going to do anything to stop him either way. 8 years of pent up aggression towards one person. Yea she was going to let it out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 07:43:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This is the most private place in the base, Brix," he said, only half joking. "We should just stay here." He leaned in and kissed her again, smiling against her lips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 07:51:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes when he kissed her lips again moving her hand around him wanting to be closed to him. Whimpering slighting in the kiss she opened her mouth letting her tongue slip into his mouth with small flicks of the tip of hers. One of her hands moved to his ass end and pulled his hips closer to hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 19:10:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren gasped slightly, lips pressed tightly to hers, and smiled slightly in the kiss. He opened his mouth slightly, welcoming her tongue with his own, twisting and bending in a sensual dance with it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 03:50:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brix's hands moved between them and started to undo his pants. She returns the kiss to him with a moan. She wasn't the little virgin he used to know. When she got his pants undone her hand slipped into them pulling his cock out stroking over it. “Mmmm...” is what he heard in the kiss, it had been a long time since she had touched or felt a cock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 06:52:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren moaned into the kiss as he felt her hands in his pants. "You don't waste any time," he said, smiling suggestively at her as she pumped him. His eyes rolled into his head and he moaned more loudly, kissing her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 22:07:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal, still grimy, somewhat tired out, and now irritated at the failure of the Only Lift to the crew quarters being out of service, paused, then walked over to where she left her welding gear. "Keira, I'm thinking on getting some excercise. Is there a stairwell that goes up next to the elevator shaft?"<br><br>She paused, then grinned. "If I'm right, the average elevator, especially between floors, has all the acoustics of being Inside a Drum. Want to give two people a headache?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 02:59:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brix looks at him with a smirk, “Why should I waste time? Last time I did and we tried, it wasn't such a good night.” She returned the kiss closing her eyes again stroking her hand over his cock. Whimpering just a slight bit she broke the kiss then looks into his eyes. “I figure instead of talking we should just go with emotions.” She winked before moving up to kiss his chin moving back up to his lips slipping her tongue between his lips flicking her tongue with his moaning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 06:31:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren was unable to speak, mind fully engrossed in what was happening. Instead, he nodded as the pair kissed, and his hands fumbled with the button on her jeans, finally pulling the tight pants from her body. His hand hungrily thrust toward her pussy, slipping between the lips and exploring her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 01:46:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1867500#msg1867500">Quote from: Zakharra on 08-05-2009, 16:30:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Panting rapidly, Mhegan moaned. Her fingers digging slightly into Shizen's skin as the taller woman's back as her wet folds and clit were ground against Shizen's. The short pilot's breasts were quivering at the more urgent movement of hip and body, her nipples tight nubs that sent tingles shooting straight to her clit as the sensations quickly grew to an overwhelming desire. <br><br><br>&nbsp;Mhegan arches up, crying out as she felt the sweet tide of climax rising till she was teetering on the edge from Shizen's ministrations. Her lover's breath was hot and moist on Mhegan's skin, her pants a music Mhegan couldn't deny and didn't want to. She gave a loud gasp, looking up into Shizen's eyes and with a sharp cry, tumbles off the edge into orgasm.<br><br>&nbsp;Feeling the sweet hot rush, Mhegan's arms held tightly around Shizen, fingers digging into the firm flesh as she ground her spasming sex against Shizen. The smooth skin sliding wetly with the now more than abundant lubrication of their mutual passion. Her cry echoing somewhat in the comon room.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Shizen's body couldn't help but rise in warmth again as she feels her partner's climax on her folds, her own juices freely seeping out from her body and merging with Mhegan's climax as well. The cry of pleasure brought a smile to her lips, as her hips begin to slow down from their rise and not wanting to be so sensitive afterwards to where they couldn't do anything other than lay together with their arms around each other, panting and twitching from the feel of their naked bodies unable to separate from the warmth.<br><br>With a soft shudder from the image Shizen lifts up her thigh and moans softly from their juices escaping from their bodies and onto the couch, both of their thighs dampened from the natural lubricant and slick in possible lust for more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 09:29:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keira looked up at Jal and bit her lip. Devious was not exactly Keira's nature, then again a lot of things had changed since she had enlisted, so it looked to be nothing more than a simple request, though Keira thought it wasn't anything to worry about. If the Captain and the new XO wanted to get freaky or whatever they were doing in the elevator...really, what all can you do in an elevator that requires locking off the main method of transportation within the base. Keira shook her head and pointed towards the far corner of the hangar.<br><br>"<strong>That stairwell runs paralell to the elevator shaft up till the second floor...beyond that it branches into the main ventilation maintenance room.</strong>" Keira shouted across the hangar to Jal, shaking her head vigorously at the question tossed at her. "<strong>No thanks...I'd rather not interrupt the Captain and the XO in their...discussion...</strong>" Keira winced. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 17:06:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jal Grinned, and picked up a particularly large and hefty-looking Wrench, straining slightly under the weight. "Thanks! I'll be back in a few moments."<br><br>Snickering slightly, she walked over to the partially-hidden stairwell, and started climbing up to the second floor, pausing to tap on the wall closest to the elevator shaft with one hand at a few points, until she heard the dull thunking of something blocking the taps. A moment later, she swung the Wrench, hard, against the metal wall, Sending a loud, Echoing 'CLANK' into the Elevator shaft, followed by repeating the action at least eight more times, each Loud 'CLANK' from the wrench practically reaching the other side of the hangar bay, though the resonance of having nine loud noises pinballing inside the elevator shaft was worth the strain on her muscles, as well as being forced to absorb the jarring impacts.<br><br>Then, walking back down, she placed the wrench she used back in its location, walked over to the Elevator shaft, and politely pressed the button that declared her intent to go upstairs, smiling as she heard the faint thrum of the massive motor that lifted and lowered the elevator begin to work again. "See? Hit a piece of junk machine with a wrench, and It'll get fixed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 06:59:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1873506#msg1873506">Quote from: Sir Wolfgang on 11-05-2009, 06:31:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aren was unable to speak, mind fully engrossed in what was happening. Instead, he nodded as the pair kissed, and his hands fumbled with the button on her jeans, finally pulling the tight pants from her body. His hand hungrily thrust toward her pussy, slipping between the lips and exploring her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She moaned in the kiss feeling his hands between her thighs, she was happy he had finally learned to keep his mouth shut when getting laid. Then again the kissing did help that situation. She broke the kiss for a moment with a smirk, her pants were still around her knees but she wanted to feel him inside of her. Moving her hand to the one between her legs she moved it, she started to turn around to put her back to him. Resting her head on the wall of the lift she closed her eyes. <br><br>The loud clanks were heard in the lift, Brix moved her head from the wall of it and held her ears with both hands. “You got a really fucking good crew here Aren... you really should whip their asses at some point.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 07:47:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aren's eyes narrowed again. "I stand by what I said before," he shouted over the din. "They just want to use the elevator. ASSHOLES!" he shouted as he turned the lift back on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 08:14:51</strong>
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				Brix looked at Aren then grumbled some moving to pull her pants back up and button them. She folded her arms and looks at him with a not so happy look on her face. Her lips started to change from the intense black that they were to a more reddish tone. She closed her eyes trying to get the ringing in her ears to stop. She looked at him for a moment, “You should put your prick back in your pants before the door opens.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 00:16:11</strong>
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				As the Elevator opened at the ground level, Jal slipped in and poked the button to the crew level before either Aren or Brix could escape, ensuring that both officers were trapped in the lift with her. After several moments she sighed and rolled her shoulders, looking up at the Ceiling.<br><br>"I don't mind if you two want to talk privately, or even deal with the blatant sexual tension between you two in any way you want, but, for the love of all that's holy, unholy, and in between, Don't use the ~only~ Elevator between the Hangar and the Crew level. Especially as the Stairs Stop at the Second Floor, and the only way to get higher is by climbing through the air ducts."<br><br>She waited a few more moments, then walked out of the Elevator once it arrived at its destination. "Carry on. I'm going to have a shower."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 16:39:17</strong>
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				"Jalith," Aren snapped, eyes flashing, "Your antics have bought you a month's worth of latrine duty. The First Officer and I were having a private conversation, which you have now rudely interrupted. And while you make assumptions about the design of the base, keep in mind that you are almost as new as Miss Zio. If you had taken the time to ask anyone else, you would have known that there is in fact a secondary lift, located at the opposite end of the hangar, as well as an third lift located down the hall in my hangar as well. Now, enjoy your shower."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 17:58:40</strong>
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				Jal Smirked slightly, and shook her head. "And if the Self-appointed tour guide of the base had informed me as such the day before, there wouldn't be a problem, would there?"<br><br>She paused, then chuckled. "As for the punishment, It could always be worse. Fire could be involved." She then walked away, letting the lift close upon the two 'superiors' before she took a deep breath, headed into the locker room next to the showers, and punched an empty locker door hard enough to dent the sheet metal, and cause her to hiss in pain from the impact and faint crack coming from two knuckles.<br><br>"Just like Every other base. Nobody tells you an alternate route until you've secured access to the main one, despite the cost, and chews you out because of it. Pathetic." She frowned, opening her jumpsuit to touch the scar at her midsection, thinking back to the incident that had allowed her to 'acquire' that injury.
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				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 08:35:25</strong>
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				“A month of latrine duty????” Brix looked pissed, “Holy shit Aren why not just kiss their asses why don't you?” She shook her head, “that's it? That's fuckin it?” She sighs, “grow some balls will you. I'd of made her clean everyone's mech with a tooth brush and then made the bunker shine by cleaning it with her tongue!” She grumbled and leaned against the wall, “And I hope you do realize that one of your crew other then me saw your pecker.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 05:24:15</strong>
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				His eyes narrowed again, as they exited the lift. "Wouldn't be the first time," he said with a smile, "Shall we?" Before she could answer, Aren had picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder, laughing as he carried her to his quarters. Closing and locking the door, he laid her on the bed, and bent down to kiss her lips softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 06:26:51</strong>
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				Brix squeaked rather loudly when she got hoisted over Aren's shoulder. “What do you think you're doing?” When he tossed her on his bed she whimpered slightly when his lips touched hers. Breaking the kiss, “I hope you know the mood is gone now..” which means she'll probably be shit talking in a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 10:49:53</strong>
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				"Really?" he said, smirking as he stood over her, "I never would have guessed, what with Jalith's smart mouth and the banging on the lift wall." He smiled at her and winked, brushing his hand between her legs gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 16:11:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1875126#msg1875126">Quote from: dready on 12-05-2009, 01:46:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shizen's body couldn't help but rise in warmth again as she feels her partner's climax on her folds, her own juices freely seeping out from her body and merging with Mhegan's climax as well. The cry of pleasure brought a smile to her lips, as her hips begin to slow down from their rise and not wanting to be so sensitive afterwards to where they couldn't do anything other than lay together with their arms around each other, panting and twitching from the feel of their naked bodies unable to separate from the warmth.<br><br>With a soft shudder from the image Shizen lifts up her thigh and moans softly from their juices escaping from their bodies and onto the couch, both of their thighs dampened from the natural lubricant and slick in possible lust for more.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;MHegan moans, arching up and back in frantic need, her now sopping fo9lds and clit grinding hard against Shizen's until she gave a small cry and wraps her arms around the taller woman. Shuddering with the aftershocks of their shared orgasm. The hot fluids dripping from her makde Mhegan moan again as she drew Shizen into an embrace and kiss. Pushing her hips up against Shizen's in unspoken need.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 20:25:46</strong>
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				Jal slipped into the showers silently, bare feet barely making a sound against the damp tiling as she walked to the farthest Stall, hanging a dry towel on a peg set onto the wall, and deftly hopping back and avoiding the worst of the blast of cold water still in the pipes before the hopefully-repaired heater actually worked, though she held little hope of that, considering she hadn't heard of anyone actually repairing it.<br><br>Testing the water after a few moments, she found it pleasantly warm, and slipped into the Stall, letting the water pelt her and strip off the dust and grime of her earlier work, as she considered what Brixin had threatened. Finally, after a long moment, she simply shrugged, and made a mental note to not be around her, simply because she acted a lot like a classic manager in a retail job she had once held; namely, the classic 'Do it My way, regardless of the consequences' type of person.<br><br>Jal stayed in the shower for only a few minutes more, the water beginning to chill again as time went by, then spent several minutes longer than regulation to dry off and feel better, especially after wringing most of the water-weight out of her hair. Her jumpsuit, thankfully, was even easier to clean, Just requiring a quick blast of hot air to catalyze the integrated self-repair nanofibres that were woven into every suit of the same type, and, within thirty seconds the suit was practically pristine.<br><br>Pulling herself back into the clingy suit, She walked out of the Showers, and, instead of heading for the lift, she decided to look around, familiarizing herself with the layout of the upper level of the base, and, occasionally, looking out at the snow that coated the ground in a thick blanket, having erased the evidence of battle overnight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 05:16:51</strong>
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				Shizen moans into the mouth of her female lover, pressing her body back into the couch whilst rolling the woman ontop of the entangled pair. With her lips pulled from the smaller woman's, Shizen breathes inward and whispers to the girl. "We... should go somewhere a little more private before we pass out..." she smiles weakly before running her fingers through the woman's hair, pushing it out of the cute face currently above her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 16:56:05</strong>
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				Keira dropped the wrench she was holding back in the big tool box a few feet from her mech, and jumped off the top with quiet impact. It had been the third time this month she had to reconnect the primary fuel line to the auxillary access and pumping system. But worse things were to come, the reactor breach was wearing down. She'd be spewing radiation like crazy in a few months, and although it wouldn't hurt anyone, she'd light up on sensors as a head source and anyone could pick up on her.<br><br>She could bypass this by juicing up her cloaking shield's power so it could maintain its outdoor temperature equalization in order to avoid enemy heat radars or sensors. Basically, the barrier of energy that let her blend with the environment and turn invisible, also harvested the heat from the outside and equaled it. The result was, to the outside wearer, Candice was the same temperature as the surroundings she was in. <br><br>The only thing is, more juice means more heat. And even so, the coolant systems in her mech were top notch. She had built most of it herself, albeit with some help. The cherry on top of all this was the fact her coolant mechanisms were functioning 100% normal, and that wasn't likely to change. So all in all, a good fix.<br><br>Keira let her hair down from her pony tail and shook it around some. Keira bit her top lip gently as she thought about what she was going to do now. She decided on a shower and then a nap, or maybe a shower, snack, and then a nap. No...it was a snake, shower and then a nap. That made some good sense, or whether it made sense or was just pleasing was what Keira was battling over.<br><br>She took the Southern most access lift up to the 2nd floor and common area. She, well, after that little thing that happened with the Captain and the new XO, Candice kind of felt like that lift was bad luck in every sense of the word. Curling her bangs out of her face, Keira stepped into the lift and it shot skyward, arriving at the 2nd floor quickly. She stepped out, and looked around, spotting the doors that led to the break room. She walked forward and peeked in, it was empty. "<strong>Phew...</strong>" Keira giggled, stepping inside and stretching her arms and legs. In a gutys move, Keira unskipped her uniform down to her naval, exposing her cleavage beyond any kind of regulations. She ran a single finger from her naval, straight up between her breasts and to her neck in a playful manner. The suit was a bit warm, not that she was stuffy, but it was more comfortable this way at least.<br><br>Keira endulged herself in the refridgerator before picking out a small box of frozen 'Tooth knockers'...basically frozen sugar and chocolate, somehow mixed together in a small cube and passed as a meal. It wasn't that healthy, but Keira was going out on a mini-binge of 'I don't care' for the next 10 minutes. Sitting down at one of the empty tables, she dropped one cube on to her tongue and immediately tasted it. And it was good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 19:55:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1893444#msg1893444">Quote from: Sir Wolfgang on 19-05-2009, 10:49:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Really?" he said, smirking as he stood over her, "I never would have guessed, what with Jalith's smart mouth and the banging on the lift wall." He smiled at her and winked, brushing his hand between her legs gently.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She narrowed her eyes at Aren and closed her legs trapping his hand there and sat up. “You know I did say I wasn't in the mood anymore and yet you still persist. Didn't this get you in trouble last time? No wait that was your mouth wasn't it? Besides you never answered my question.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 19:24:05</strong>
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				Aren blinked, and removed his hand, tugging it from between her clenched thighs. "I... I don't know what I was doing," he said quietly, looking down. "You should return to your quarters. End of the hall, on the left." He rose from his bed, and walked out to the common room, sitting down beside Keira, eyes fixed on the opposite wall. He didn't say a word, but his eyes darted back and forth as he pondered the events that had occurred that day. "People..." he murmured, turning and smiling at Keira slightly, stifiling a gasp at the way her uniform was fitting her, "Are confusing. I wanted to apologize for dashing out on you in my room earlier; that was incredibly rude of me, and I'm sorry." He looked down sheepishly, and twiddled his thumbs as he leaned forward. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 02:22:47</strong>
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				Brix looks at him then got up from the bed and followed him out to the common area, “Oh this isn't over Aren. Not by a long shot. You still have questions you need to answer.” She moved and actually grabbed him by his ear and started to drag him with her. “In private...” her lips were dark red now. Maybe someday Aren will pick up on the fact her lips show off her moods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 08:09:54</strong>
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				Sighing heavily, Aren stood up again, and picked the smaller woman up, throwing her over his shoulder. "Fine," he said, tossing her on the bed. "Let's talk. What do you want to talk about?" He sat down beside her, waiting a moment, before kissing her passionately. "If you don't have a question," he said, "There must have been another reason why you called me back here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 17:56:00</strong>
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				Keira tried to bite one of the sugar cubes but it was frozen solid. Not to say it wasn't melting in her mouth, she just wanted to move on to another one..she was starting to like this pass time. When the Captain abruptly entered the room, Keira jumped and sat up, fishing around her waist until she found the zipper for her uniform, pulling it up all the way to her neck as the Captain sat. She blushed slightly, and began to play with her thumbs slightly nervously.<br><br>She smirked slightly as the Captain apologized, and opened her mouth to reply, except the new XO decided to show up and drag the Captain away by his ear. The Captain then picked her up, and left the common area. Keira sat, slightly stunned and very confused, her mouth stuck open in a frozen state of 'what the hell', a single sugar cube visible on the center of her tongue. <br><br>Keira looked around, slightly nervous and highly confused, like someone whom is lost in a place they have never been. "<strong>Wait....what?</strong>" Keira asked herself out loud, all of her internal thinking was quashed by the silence of the common room. She sighed and took a deep breath, leaning back in her chair and unzipping her uniform again, this time turning slightly away from the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 05:31:47</strong>
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				Brix returns the kiss when he gave it to her. Her eyes closed, with a gentle purr she looked at him when he spoke. “That's because you never answered my question you brat..” She kept her eyes on him, she still couldn't believe she was right here next to him and hasn't slapped him for what he said to her that night. “Oh yea when you left, were you crying?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 05:47:46</strong>
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				Aren immediately stood up, and turned to leave again. "Maybe I was," he said, opening the door again. "We're done her, First officer Zio. Return to your quarters, or to the hangar, or go wherever I'm not. That's an order."&nbsp; Shoulders sagging, he returned to the common room, flopping back down next to Keira. "Sorry," he sighed, "Had to deal with some ghosts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 05:55:43</strong>
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				She moved and grabbed his hand and looked at him then sighed when she missed his hand and he walked out into the common area. “Aren Tobak bring your ass back in here.” She narrowed her eyes at him and sighed walking out yet again to grab his hand and pull him back towards his room. He was being difficult. Once she got him back in his room she slammed the door and locked it leaning on it. “If you were, why?” she already knew what he had told her that night, but they were both young and stupid. “And if I'm just a ghost to you, why don't you let me put in for that transfer?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 06:11:01</strong>
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				Keira jumped slightly when the Captain entered the room, deciding to just sit there and wait. It took a few seconds, but after nothing happened, the XO didn't show up, Keira turned and smiled at the Captain. "<strong>Its alright Captain, everyone has...</strong>" Keira stopped suddenly as the XO entered the room, dragging the Captain away again. Keira again, sat wide eye'd, her keen womanly intuition detecting a possible history between the XO and Captain Tobak. Maybe not a ...well ending history.<br><br>"<strong>...ghosts...</strong>" Keira blinked stupidly as she finished her sentence, replacing the melted sugar cube in her mouth for a new one, sitting back down in her chair and crossing her legs, taking several deep breaths before looking back at the door. "<em>I bet they are having sex...</em>" Keira thought to herself, chuckling slightly as she turned away from the door and looked lazily up at the ceiling.<br><br>"<strong>All my relationships with men..end exactly like that....</strong>" Keira sighed, sighing heavily as she sucked on the cube with renewed intensity. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 17:09:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1906472#msg1906472">Quote from: dready on 24-05-2009, 05:16:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shizen moans into the mouth of her female lover, pressing her body back into the couch whilst rolling the woman ontop of the entangled pair. With her lips pulled from the smaller woman's, Shizen breathes inward and whispers to the girl. "We... should go somewhere a little more private before we pass out..." she smiles weakly before running her fingers through the woman's hair, pushing it out of the cute face currently above her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Swallowing, she nods. Enjoying laying ontop of Shizen, and the feel of sweat and juice slicked skin on skin. "That sounds.. wonderful." Mhegan husks, shaking with desire and need. Drink and Shizen had awoken something in the small woman. something she wanted to explore.&nbsp; "Yes.. Let's" kisses her, "find a more private place."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 07:30:33</strong>
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				"I cried... because I hurt you... I hurt my best friend," Aren said, not sitting down. "I can't do this now... we're in a war Brix... you're not a ghost; you... you just... can we talk about this another time?" he asked, desperate for an out, and hoping she was more forgetful than she had been in school.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 07:56:46</strong>
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				Brixie shook her head, “That is exactly why this has to get finished now. Back in the lift you looked devastated to know I died.” She sighs, “do you really want something to happen to either of us on bad terms? Just think about this, if I really did die, you'd never get the chance to say what you felt or meant after that night.” She looks away from him and closes her eyes. “You were the first person I ever cared for.” She won't use the term love, it's to powerful of an emotion and she doesn't fling it around unless she means it. <br><br>She stopped leaning on the door and looked at him. “You still don't get it do you.... after all these years you're still blind” He's seen it before when Brix gives up on something. A heavy sigh came from her and she turned to start opening the door. She stopped though looking at her watch which was going off. Her gear was almost here her tracker went off. "This ghost has to retrieve her things."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 07:40:59</strong>
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				Aren stared at the wall. "I... I know," he said softly, "It's just... you meant a lot to me... you still mean a lot to me." He wasn't sure where these words were coming from; but he certainly knew they felt right. As she left the room, he sighed heavily, kicking the bed. "Way to go, Tobak," he muttered, "Blew it again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 08:28:57</strong>
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				Jal walked aimlessly, technically touring the entire upper level of the base, though she had paused to look through the windows for a while, watching the snow drifting slowly across the base's tarmac while the automatic turrets swiveled menacingly, their IFF systems interrogating as much as the heat-darkened bores of the cannons intimidated.<br><br>However, the diversion, while pleasant enough, ended when she had turned away to continue familiarizing herself with the place, including her eventually finding a room that was unused, if somewhat dusty. Closing the door behind her, she activated the lights in the room, and sat down on the plastic-covered mattress, a puff of dust billowing upwards due to the displacement effect.<br><br>The room was austere, having only a wall terminal, some recessed lights, the bed she was sitting on, and a small footlocker that was open, though full, due to someone storing a full bed 'linen' set, wrapped in sealant polymer, in the locker for storage. After some thought, She slipped the deadbolt on the door, peeled off the polymer sealants from the bed and the various linens, and made up a mil-spec bed in minutes, which she immediately messed up by laying down on it, and closing her eyes, the lights automatically dimming as the wall panel came to life for a moment, registering her location in the base in case something happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Daengean Wars: Adventures of the Midlothlian Shadows</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 19:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1936914#msg1936914">Quote from: Sir Wolfgang on 04-06-2009, 07:40:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aren stared at the wall. "I... I know," he said softly, "It's just... you meant a lot to me... you still mean a lot to me." He wasn't sure where these words were coming from; but he certainly knew they felt right. As she left the room, he sighed heavily, kicking the bed. "Way to go, Tobak," he muttered, "Blew it again."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Brixie looks at him then shook her head, “You might want to come with me so we can find a place to store my things.” She knew she didn't have huge things like everyone else did but she still had to have a place to put them. “And what did you blow?” She knew what he was talking about, but she still wanted to hear him say it in his own words.
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 09:24:31</strong>
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				Aren's head shot up, eyes wide. His face turned a deep red almost immediately, and he smiled at her. "N-Nothing," he said quickly, "It's nothing. Let's go get your bags." He quickly exited the room, and pointed her in the direction of the lift. "Everything should come in down there. Let me know when your mech gets here; I'd like to have a look at it."<br><br>Sighing heavily, he returned once more to the living room, smiling slightly at the now thoroughly flustered Keira. "I'm terribly sorry," he said, eyes showing the weariness he felt from what had been an incredibly long day. "I've been nothing but rude to you today."
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				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 09:38:28</strong>
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				Brix looked at the female that was there and narrowed her eyes at her then looked at Aren. Oh no this wasn't happening again. She let it slide when Jessica was around because she was dumb and young. She walked over to Aren gently slipping her hand into his. “You want to see what I own don't you?” She tugged his hand slightly with a gentle loving smile at him. “Come on then. I still have questions for you about how you've been.” She went from bitchy to gentle in 2.1 seconds.
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 09:45:59</strong>
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				Aren turned and blinked; the sight of Brix being nice was enough to cause him to lose his composure momentarily. However, he quickly regained it, plastering his most saccharine smile on his face. <br><br>"Now, XO Zio, we can discuss things later. Right now, you need to move things to your quarters, which I have already directed you to. I know you wouldn't want to be in trouble already, now would you?" He grinned at her, winking quickly.
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				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 09:49:29</strong>
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				She narrowed her eyes at him, two could play this game, “And isn't it the captain's duty to make sure all of his officers things arrive safe and sound. I wouldn't want to have to give a bill to your commanding officer for my equipment being lost. All because the captain wanted to take time to chase skirts...” She tugged his arm harder pulling him away, “Now come with me Aren before I removed your ass...” she was rather strong for being such a petite female. Or was it just the arm she was using had extra strength in it?
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				Post by: <strong>Destiny Ascension</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 15:07:53</strong>
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				Keira squinted her eyes closed and pinched the bridge of her nose, breathing in and out deeply and slowly, trying her best to not pay attention to the lovers battle going on next to her. She hated getting in the middle of things, though as long as they didn't ask her to settle anything or get involved, literally and physically in the middle would be a small price to pay to keep things from getting hotter.<br><br>Though it was painfully obvious that they weren't doing a good job, if they were in fact trying to hide the fact something was going on. Or had been going on. Or was about to start, Keira wasn't an expert on love, but she knew a thing or two about how a fucked up past can bite you on the behind in an instant, and there you are, trying to figure out what had happened. Keira didn't know what went on between those two and really didn't want to know. She looked over at the Captain and regarded him simply with a warm smile, flipping another cube into her tongue and slinking down into her chair, resting the back of her head against the top of the back rest. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 05:25:14</strong>
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				"W-What?!" Aren huffed, face flushing, "I-I don't chase skirts... although, Keira's would certainly be an attractive skirt to- No!" He shook his head, pulling his hand from Brix's iron grasp. <br><br>"I'll be right back," he said, looking apologetically at Keira as he walked towards the elevator.
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				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 09:56:43</strong>
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				When they got inside the lift Brix eyed him with a nasty glare. “So let me guess. Another replacement huh?” She shook her head and watched the doors close. “You know I don't get you at all....” She sighs, “And what did you fuck up again? What was the comment you made in your room?”<br><br>She hit the button so the lift would actually start moving towards the hanger area. She wasn't going to be the one to stop the lift now. She'd wait until they were completely alone to sit and talk with him. She knew he had an issue about being around too many people. She did remember that much about him at least.
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 08:44:18</strong>
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				Aren sighed heavily and punched the stop button. "I was saying I blew our friendship again," he said, practically spitting the words at her. "I got another chance, and I couldn't deal with things, so I pushed you away, alright?" The tone of his voice gave away the hurt that accompanied these words.
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				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 08:52:48</strong>
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				She looked at him, “let me guess you want me to say it's ok and everything is fine and we're hunky doory?” She piffs a slight bit shaking her head, “Well honestly it's not fine.” She sighed, “I guess I'll sit back and watch again like I did before. I won't bother you, I won't bother anyone.” She looked away from him. Brix could see what was going on, it was the same thing that happened with Jessica. “I guess I'll just sit back and watch like before.” Folding her arms she looks at him with an evil glare. He's had that one before, it's where she wanted to say something but she couldn't or wouldn't.
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				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 05:35:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=30579.msg1921684#msg1921684">Quote from: Zakharra on 29-05-2009, 17:09:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Swallowing, she nods. Enjoying laying ontop of Shizen, and the feel of sweat and juice slicked skin on skin. "That sounds.. wonderful." Mhegan husks, shaking with desire and need. Drink and Shizen had awoken something in the small woman. something she wanted to explore.&nbsp; "Yes.. Let's" kisses her, "find a more private place."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Shizen couldn't help but smile up at the smaller woman ontop of her body, her hands running up the soft flesh on her sides. "Do you want to continue in your room or mine Mhegan?" she whispers as her neck strains slightly whilst she nibbles on the earlobe that Shizen previously spoke into. "Though mine isn't fully furnished, other than a futon and a heavy blanket."
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				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 17:20:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan nods, her heart pounding. "My room is private. I scrounged up two futons for extra padding." She whispers huskily, very much away of Shizen's soft and VERY feminine body undeneath her. The soft heaviness of her breasts against Shizen's, her sweat slick hips and arousal wettened thighs sliding against her lover's. <br><br>&nbsp;Any reservations against being in bed with a woman had been blown completely away by the after affects of battle and alcohol, as well by Shizen's decidedly skilled hands. So thinking this, Mhegan stood up, for the moment, unashamed to be naked with the wet evidence of their arousal and needs visible on her thighs.
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				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 05:42:46</strong>
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				Shizen couldn't help but get up from that invitation, putting together her pajamas on her person, though a definate wet crotch of hers causes the clothing to damen moderately. "I'll meet you in your room then," she smiles and pulls the smaller woman in for a gentle kiss, her pajama shirt still unbuttoned and her breasts pushing into Mhegan's chest. "I've... got a toy that we could enjoy sharing... if you're alright with that..." she says with a soft blush on her cheaks even though it wouldn't be noticed due to her still blushed cheaks and chest from enjoying her climax with the woman.
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				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 16:38:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mhegan nods, gathering her shirt which she slips over her body to privide some form of modesty. Her body was still buzzing with lust as Shizen kisses her and she returns it with enthusiasm before skipping off to her room to put it in a semblance of order. There wasn't much to clean and Mhegan was finishing straightening the bedding when she heward a tap on her door.
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				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 04:04:28</strong>
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				Shizen was at the door, stepping through after tapping to notify her presence, coming through with a rather large blanket that almost drags along on the floor. "Ready for our night?" she asks, the blush only slightly faded on her cheeks and breasts as she had slipped into a lingerie for both better access and the fact that she believed she wouldn't be needing to wear anything in a few minutes. "I put something special on for you," Shizen smiles, pushing the blanket aside from her body to show the black and red laced see-through clothing she is wearing, mostly a pair of panties with a waist-height nightie, both shown to be see-through as well as breathy since her nipples are currently on end.
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 06:48:34</strong>
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				"Damnit Brix!" Aren exclaimed, punching the wall of the elevator. "One minute you're dead, the next you're here and alive and jumping down my throat. Whatever you want to say, just say it." His eyes flashed again, more brightly than before, steeling in the harsh lighting of the elevator.
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				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 19:57:16</strong>
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				Jal had taken a few hours to just lie on the unused cot, staring at the ceiling, then mentally shrugged, figuring that anything was better than the alternative. Getting up, she smoothed down her hair, which was naturally unruly, and tied it back into a loose ponytail, before leaving the small room, and walked through the entire base again, her combat-issue jumpsuit still, in her mind, uncomfortably form-fitting.<br><br>After a fair amount of time, she headed down to the hangar bay, and started to look through the mostly-scrapped enemy 'mechs that had attacked the base. Tagging useable parts for stripping from the hulks took some time, and occupied mind and body, so she didn't bother to react if anyone decided to try to sneak up, either.
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				Post by: <strong>Krysia</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 23:31:06</strong>
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				She moved over to him after pushing that elevator button again. "I already told you what I wanted but you ignored it or let it go in one ear and out the other already." She shook her head looking at him. "I said I'll just sit back and watch like last time.." her lips were bright red though.<br><br>"That's not what I want," he said, "and I know it's not what you want too."<br><br>"Really? Then why did you feel compelled to apollogize to that female? Huh?" She folded her eyes watching him.<br><br>"Because," he snapped "You dragged me out of a conversation on two separate occasions, which normal, well adjusted people find to be rather rude. Therefore, it was only logical for me to apologize."<br><br>"2 conversations? 2 conversations?!? You walked out and said, 'hi', how the fuck is that a conversation. And she had her mouth full and didn't say a damn thing to you. SOME conversation!"<br><br>"The conversation was beginning," he spluttered, his fists clenching and unclenching. "Besides that, I had told you that I did not want to deal with all of that, but you forced me to. Believe it or not, we do have a war going on!"<br><br>She narrows her eyes, then turned around folding her arms. "Yep as usual I get pushed away.." she moved slamming her fist into the button to start the elevator.<br><br>"I'm not trying to push you away," he exclaimed, puncing the stop button. "That's the last thing I want. But that doesn't mean I want to be accosted about&nbsp; how I feel towards you or anyone else."<br><br>She looked at him and yelled at him. "I already said I'd sit back and watch just like last time. I'll take the fuckin back seat as usual." she hit the start button. That poor lift.<br><br>Suddenly, Aren stepped forward, pulling her into a passionate kiss. "Did I say I wanted you to sit in the back?" he murmured, as he kissed her again.<br><br>She pulled away from him, "then why sit there and flirt and chase someone else's skirt? How the hell do you think it'll make her feel if you don't keep persuing her and end up picking me over her?" Same old Brix, concerned about how everyone else feels.<br><br>Aren shook his head, eyes closed. "I don't know," he murmured, eyes down at the floor.<br><br>"You don't know?"<br><br>"I don't know," he said, "I don't know what I want, all I know is that you look beautiful." he pulled her into another kiss, more forceful this time.<br><br>She pulled away from him. "You aren't going to do this." She eyed him.<br><br>"Aren't going to do what?" he said, arching an eyebrow.<br><br>She shook her head, "Don't even think of sex Aren." She looked at him then moved away from him when the lift door opened.<br><br>Aren sighed heavily, and walked from the lift into the hangar, towards Gareth. "I wasn't," he said quickly, climbing up the mech's left leg, and disappearing behind the armor plating.<br><br>She shook her head again, "Running as usual." There was a truck that rolled into the hanger and she smiles a bit, her things were here and she was happy they got their safe and sound.<br><br>Aren could be heard banging about behind the various pieces of plate armor that lay scattered around Gareth, and his eyes occasionally darted out to Brix.<br><br>He has to ask himself how she could have a mech delivered in a truck. Most of the mechs in the hanger had to be moved in to place and left there. Her's came in a truck.<br><br>Aren poked his head around from behind Gareth's leg. "What is that?" he asked, puzzled. "I know that's not your mech."<br><br>She looks at him, "No it's inside duh." She moved over to the truck and put in her codes so that the sides open. She slipped inside of it. He could hear the sound of a motorcycle turning on.<br><br>Aren blinked and climbed quickly down from Gareth, intrigued by the sound.<br><br>She walked out of the truck and smiles looking over her shoulder as this walking bike/mech came out of the truck. She looked at Aren. "Something wrong?"<br><br>"Where's the rest of it?" Aren said, stifling a laugh. "I know that isn't it."<br><br>She narrowed her eyes, "This is the moto slave to go with the suit." She shook her head, then headed back into the truck so she could strip out of her clothing. He could hear the sounds of zippers.<br><br>Aren walked towards the truck, attention now fully grabbed. "What?" he said, clearly confused.<br><br>He saw her getting into what looks to be a body suit.<br><br>"Where is it?" he asked, confusion replaced by a bemused expression on his face.<br><br>She looked at him then picked up something in the truck and threw it at him, "Stop peaking you perv!"<br><br>Aren looked down, chuckling. "It's not like I haven't seen it before," he said, laughing.<br><br>She grumbles, "That was years ago." She was right she did have a bit more tattoos on her body. Including the one on her back was new. She moved closing the side of the truck so he couldn't see her.<br><br>Sighing and laughing, Aren turned to work a bit more on Gareth's heavy guns, humming softly to himself.<br><br>There was the sound of the door opening and then the sound of metal hitting the floor in the hanger. A weird sound like something was walking around as well. Other then the motoslave.<br><br>Aren turned, anxious to finally see the mysterious mech.<br><br>She was standing there in a suit of armor with her helmet off. Her hair up in a pony tail and looks at him. That suit was damn form fitting.<br><br>Aren dropped the large wrench he was carrying, and it clanged loudly against the floor. "Impressive for a light mech," he said, trying to hide the fact that he was impressed.<br><br>&nbsp;She looks at him, "I helped design these types of suits." She shrugs her shoulders. "They're used for stealth missions."<br><br>"I figured," he said. "Gareth can be stealth, but he's a little tougher to hide."<br><br>She smiles a bit, "Kyrie can jam pretty much any frequency out there. That's why I asked you for the frequency your crew runs out so I don't mess with their units out on the field. The suit also hooks into the motoslave. She pulled her hair up and then slipped the helmet on her suit pulling up the visor so he could see her face through the glass. It locked into place. <br><br>Aren smiled. "She's impressive; what kind of firepower is she packing?"<br><br>She smirks a bit and moved grabbing onto the moto slave arm and hoisted herself up into the carrage for the mech. "You name it, I pretty much have something like it on here. Mainly armor piercing rounds for the motoslave though. And it can work independently of the suit or with it." The motoslave locked into place around her suit.<br><br>"Impressive," he said absently, as he wandered to a nearby terminal. "I'll have to factor her into our attack plans. Fortunately we've got two weeks to do it." He typed furiously, occasionally glancing at her suit, before entering more data into the computer.<br><br>She slipped out of the moto slave and took off her helmet. "I think this would help." She waited until he was looking at her and tossed him a chip from her suit. "It'll download all the information you need, including specifics for her weaponary." She wasn't dumb. "But only you or I get to see her specs, understood?" <br><br>Aren laughed "Ok, don't worry; I'll keep them in my file. I'm the only one with access." Glancing at the data that was skimming across the screen, a figure caught his eye. "Hey Brix," he said softly, "You're not running her at max efficiency."<br><br>"I know that Aren, it's because of her back up system. I don't want it to get fried." She moved her hand to a button and the suit slipped off her and then down to where she could step out of it. She pulled the suit up from being it and closed it. Moving to the truck she had the hoist come out to put it back in place on the truck. "I just need a place to park the mobile unit for now"<br><br>"You can park it where the truck is," he said, smiling at her, all previous hostility gone. She always did know how to diffuse his temper. "Have you seen Gareth?" he asked, gesturing to the mech behind him. "He's changed a lot since we were in the academy."<br><br>She chuckles and stood there in a skin tight body suit. "I didn't have one in the academy if you remember. I got shipped off to research and developement."<br><br>Aren laughed and nodded. "You always were better with the technical stuff... although Gareth's been pretty rebuilt too."<br><br>&nbsp;She nods and walked over to him, she was pretty much calmer now that her things had arrived safely.<br><br>"So you never saw Gareth?" he said, sure that she had at some point. "He's an older model, but I've revamped his systems. He's the single most versatile mech you're going to find. He's not amazing at any one thing, but he's good at everything." He smiled proudly; it was clear he loved talking about Gareth to people, and that he didn't get to very often.<br><br>She smiles, "Kyrie, short for Kyrie Elieson, which means God have Mercy" She smirks, "Isn't good at just one thing either. She's a rather heavy built suit compaired to Angelus and the other group of ANGELs"<br><br>Aren's eyes widened. "You have an ANGEL?" he said, silently reminding himself to check the file.<br><br>"She's the first ANGEL Aren. I helped build her. Or did you not check where I was shipped when I left?"<br><br>Aren blushed slightly; he did in fact check, he had simply forgotten.&nbsp; "Of course I looked," he said, "But I didn't know that's what you were doing!"<br><br>She put her hands on her hips, "Jamison Rylie was my husband. The munchkin's father. I'm actually named Brixen Rylie but when he passed on I took my old last name again."<br><br>"I'm sorry," he said softly, looking down. "I'd heard of Kyrie, as the mech Rylie designed specifically for his wife; he put his heart and soul into that machine."<br><br>"Well you're looking at her operator now aren't you. I'm pretty sure you heard how many missions Kyrie went on as well. How many sucessful stealth missions for recon information running. She's also one hell of a jammer out on the field. You wouldn't think something so small would block in a 50 mile radius."<br><br>Aren smiled and nodded. "It's amazing." He had forgotten how passionate she got about mechs and their designs. He smiled at her, a true, genuine smile. "I'm glad you're here, Brix," he said softly, "After all, someone needs to keep an eye on you."<br><br>"Someone needs to keep an eye on me?" She narrowed her eyes, "Skirt chaser is tell me the mom I need someone to watch over me." She shook her head at him.<br><br>"Relax," Aren laughed, hugging her. "I know you can take care of yourself."<br><br>She piffed at him, "I'm not the shy little girl from school Aren."<br><br>"I know," he said with a laugh, "The tattoos gave that away."<br><br>She smirks, "You mean the one that says 'Dirty South'?" She was proud of it.<br><br>"Any of them," he said with a grin, "You've definitely changed since school. I like them."<br><br>She gave him a twisted smirk on her lips, "You know I could show you what the tattoo is refering to.." she moved a finger over his chest looking at him.<br><br>Aren arched an eyebrow in surprise, and a small smirk flashed across his face. "I am curious now" he said, slowly.<br><br>"Got somewhere private other then your quarters? People seem to flock to that area." She put her hands on her hips a minute. "And who the hell is that one annoyance in your crew?"<br><br>"Jalith," Aren said with a sigh. "Our other new squad member.&nbsp; She's... trying to find her place," he said, opting to go with a less hostile view of the young woman.<br><br>She shook her head at him, "I'll put her in her damn place if she steps out of line again. You're to damn nice to them Aren." She moved taking his arm and putting her head on it. Holy Shit Brix was being.... cuddley.<br><br>Aren shook his head. "You don't know how these guys operate. If I crack down, they shut it down, and I can't get anything from them. To keep them in the game, I have to be nice. Besides, could you see me being mean?"<br><br>She looks at him, "You have .... to be....... nice... to your.... underlings to get them to do anything? What the fuck is that??" <br><br>"I don't have to be... I choose to be... I never really liked the whole rules and regulations thing with the military; so I changed it here. What command doesn't know won't hurt them."<br><br>"You do know I have to report it right?"<br><br>Aren laughed, but his eyes turned cold for a moment. "No you don't," he said, "We follow most of their rules, just not all of them. Besides, we're the best, and they're willing to let us slide. They think we'll go AWOL if they don't give us what we need."<br><br>She looks at him, "Yes I have to report it Aren. IF they came for inspection and that fuck up did what she did to me she'd be court marshaled and you know it." She gave him the stare right back. Brix came from a strict military group it seems.<br><br>"You're the second in command," he said, "You try to deal with it directly to her, CALMLY, then come to me."<br><br>She looks at him, "I don't think she's going to be the calm type" she gave him a blank stare.<br><br>Aren looked back at her. "You have to try... since you're so into the procedures, then follow them."<br><br>She humphed at him, "I tried and look what she did, and all you gave her was shit detail for a week."<br><br>"A month," he said. "I'll bring it up to the CO, see what can be done."<br><br>She looks at him, "I'm so sorry a month."<br><br>Aren sighed heavily, throwing his arms up. "I don't know what you want me to do," he said, clearly exasperated. "There's only so much I can do in this situation."<br><br>She looks at him then grabbed him dragging him towards the truck that was there. She opened the side of it and tossed him inside. She was rather strong in one arm for obvious reasons.<br><br>"What the hell are you doing?" he said, clearly puzzled by what was transpiring. "Where the hell are we going?"<br><br>She moved and closed the truck bay door and then looks at him moving over to push him on his back on the floor. "Shut up already." She straddled him leaning down and kisses his lips.<br><br>Aren gasps and returns the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him.<br><br>Brixie whimpered gently into the kiss, they weren't kids anymore. They both knew what they were doing. Hopefully Aren would keep his mouth shut this time and not ruin the moment. They were inside her cargo truck. It served as a mobile station for monitoring. It can house the Typhoon motorslave, Kyrie, and Fenrir as well as performing maintenence on Brix's hardsuit or motorslave when necessary. It is packed with communications gear, computers, and serves as a mobile base of operations. It also has a hydraulic boom arm which are capable of launching the motorslave in motorcycle mode.<br><br>(Played on a messenger with Sir Wolfgang. &gt;.&gt; We got bored one night)
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				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 21:13:09</strong>
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				Jal continued working quietly, having appropriated a welding torch and motorized loading trolley for heavy loads as she began slicing off damaged armour plates from the ruined 'mechs, working along seams between each plate. The trolley had a small crane with dual hooks for moving the several-inch thick plates of steel alloy, allowing Jal the luxury of cutting the plates free without risking herself.<br><br>She took her time, working carefully, but, even then, one plate slipped from the hooks as it was cut loose, bouncing one edge off of the cermacrete floor, and creating a nice, healthy 'BANG'. Pausing long enough to turn off the welder, Jal climbed down the 'Mech she had just stripped of most of its torso plating, and looked at the damage.<br><br>The plate had knocked a deep notch into the floor, but, by lowering the crane enough to re-attach the hooks, she lifted and moved the plate onto the Trolley's pile of ruined armour, before sitting down on the Wrecked 'mech's foot, looking at the pile of twisted metal in front of her. Finally, she shrugged and stood up again, muttering to herself. "Well, someone has to toss this crap into a smelter or something."
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