Voltron GR: Episode One - Corazon de Leon's
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				Title: <strong>Voltron GR: Episode One - Corazon de Leon's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 18:51:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://thecyphy.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/EPISODE1.png)</div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/awMRQSk.png)</div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200]&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Who[/b]: Your character's name.<br>[b]Where[/b]: Where they are relative to the rest of the people in the thread.<br>[b]Why[/b]: Who they are interacting with.<br>[b]What[/b]: What they are doing.<br>[b]Warnings[/b]: This can be used for important information, or to just let anyone know if your post is Rated-PG13 or Rated-R.<br></code></pre><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://challengepost-s3-challengepost.netdna-ssl.com/photos/production/software_photos/000/204/083/datas/gallery.jpg)</div><strong>Who</strong>: GM post<br><strong>Where</strong>: Space/Fleuka/City<br><strong>Why</strong>:Everyone<br><strong>What</strong>: Attacking<br><strong>Warnings</strong>: Potential Paladins Can see the mountains...no one else can..<br><br><br>Fleuka (https://pre00.deviantart.net/1c0f/th/pre/f/2011/054/7/b/earthlike_planet_by_bbbeto-d3a9asp.jpg), an Unilu &nbsp;(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/voltron/images/f/ff/S2E07.114._Fine%2C_what_you_got.png/revision/latest?cb=20170419005257)colony was having a relatively peaceful day, as much as any trading port established by a group of con men and pirates could be. Still, the colony had prospered in the five years since it had been established, drawing different species from all over the various sectors and becoming a thriving, if not small, port of trade. Even during times of war and crisis everyone needs to buy things, perhaps then most of all. All across the vast port, people went to work, doing any number of a thousand invisible jobs it took to keep a small planet going. <br><br>The planet didn’t have a lot in strategic value, and if it had any mineral wealth it was yet to be discovered. So, when the Altean Medium cruiser &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/GTSz80E.jpg)existed FTL in orbit and began disgorging its contents of fighters &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/6DvH5WG.jpg)and landers &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/U0P908j.jpg)at the planet, it came as something of a shock to the entire populace. Anyone still paying attention to sensor logs might have noticed the tiny shuttle that had existed a few seconds prior, streaking towards the planet, but that was a detail soon lost to the hustle and bustle of a full scale attack. <br><br>Fleuka had stayed mainly out of the war, but the Altean Empire wasn’t known for wasting opportunities, and an untouched world with minimal defenses was ripe for the taking. The fighters began laying siege to the world, even as landers began dropping robotic drones &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/9UrgiHw.jpg)at various points, led by Altean commanders and technicians, already eyeing what could be taken, what should be taken, thoughts already far past what this feeble world could offer up in defense. Lasers spat out from guns, turrets hit buildings, vehicles, and people. Within minutes the carnage seemed like it would never end and within an hour, the Alteans had the small city on lockdown. What few people that could began to flee the city, even as tracker drones hunted them, seeking any sanctuary they could…..and had those mountains &nbsp;(http://c8.alamy.com/comp/BJ4H7C/kreuzberge-mountain-range-on-the-eastern-edge-of-the-alpsteingebirge-BJ4H7C.jpg)always been there…?<br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVuJmFl.jpg)</div><strong>Who</strong>: Arcisa<br><strong>Where</strong>: Planet-Planetside<br><strong>Why</strong>: Tagging all<br><strong>What</strong>: Crashing<br><strong>Warnings</strong>: <br><br><br><br>Arcisa grunted as her shuttle &nbsp;(https://i.imgur.com/7KrOCqL.jpg)shook and danced in the atmosphere, breaking apart, sections tossing and flipping away. Her limited piloting skills weren’t quite up for an emergency landing, especially with the stupid pointy ears on her tail. It wasn’t her fault that she’d been snooping around a sector that had some military base in it. She’d just been taking her new shuttle out for a test flight and had programmed in a random FTL jump, which was, in theory, supposed to stick to only the friendly territories. No one had updated its map in a while, she supposed. Who knew they’d chase after her this far, and follow her through FTL. <br><br>Her host body was still thankfully intact, even with the smoke filling the cabin. In theory she could keep it running without oxygen for a few hours, but it wasn’t something she wanted to test. Her hands clutched at the yoke tightly, trying to control the thing down into something resembling a landing that might actually work. <br><br>Visually, she spotted a mountain range in the distance from the city, though her sensors told her it wasn’t there. Still, her sensors told her she was still in a fully functioning ship, so those probably weren’t working either. The ground was coming up on her fast, she managed to get the nose up even as she smashed into the planet, carving a furrow in the ground. Her body pitched from the seat…more accurately the seat torn from the deck and scattered across the small cabin of her ship. Her last thought before the darkness hit her was something her 3rd spawn mother told her once…that everything is air droppable at least once. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voltron GR: Episode One - Corazon de Leon's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 20:48:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/66/64/11/6664113ec91df2150ab3b802538f9264--cyberpunk-rpg-cyberpunk-character.jpg)</div><strong>Who</strong>: Jack Belethar<br><strong>Where</strong>: Fleuka, on the bus<br><strong>Why</strong>: Open<br><strong>What</strong>: Realizing how screwed he is<br><strong>Warnings</strong>: <br><hr><br>Running cables and building networks wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, but it paid and that was enough. At least, enough for Jack. And he wasn't going to be the poor bastard at the tech support desk, fielding a thousand different calls that all asked the same question: "Why doesn't it work?" Well, it didn't work because you're an idiot who pulled a cable out of a thing you weren't supposed to touch. Was better to be the guy who built it and left, and not get fired for calling a customer a 'fucking moron'. <br><br>Something was wrong, though. The bus he was on had a map screen, and he saw it flicker. Then he saw the route on it disappear. And the driver, bless his unevolved brain, completely forgot where he was going and stopped the bus to figure out why the map wasn't working. <em>The next stop is in fifty feet, you idiot. Just go up to the stop and tell everyone we're having a problem, you're blocking-</em> HONK! came the car horns from behind. Jack was thankful he was sitting somewhere the driver couldn't see him, as he was busy facepalming.<br><br>Then the engine cut out, and Jack took some notice. In a flash, he had his phone out and he was calling up the company he was hired for, only to find that nothing was connecting. Request time outs all over the place. Well, if it walked like a DDoS and talked like a DDoS, some asshole was DDoSing...the COLONY, if his attempts to access various websites were any indication. "What the fuck?" <br><br>He stood up and grabbed the manual release for the bus doors, and opened them up. "Hey where ya going?" The driver asked. "Away." Jack replied, just as the building next to them exploded. "Motherfucker!" Jack cried out as he ran for it, ditching the bus and running for his goddamn life. As the chaotic scene unfolded, Jack realized what was happening, and he had no time to piece together what the events actually were. He just picked a direction and ran for it. <br><br>Luck had to be on his side. He saw bullets rip through random people, fired from overhead, and while he had some close calls, he didn't get hit. He didn't have time to ponder why. There was just the running. Though he did silently thank his gym teacher from way back on Alpha-9 for being a hardass and making sure his cardio was up to snuff. He was able to just keep running while others had to pause to take a breath. <br><br>Off in the distance, he could have sworn he saw a mountain range. Where they always there? He had a tendency to never look up. They were at least a good point to run towards. He wasn't getting out of the colony on foot, not if this kept up. Cars were a no go, the streets would be flooded. But a bicycle...if he saw one unattended, he would certainly be tempted to jack it.<br><br>This was not how he expected his day to go. No one ever expected this. But for now, all he could do was run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voltron GR: Episode One - Corazon de Leon's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 21:06:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MWIrUP2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacob Cole<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fleuka/City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Trying to get out of the City, Mountains = Safety<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Towards the city center, a new Apartment complex was being put together via prefabricated modules that were being delivered from A Galran factory that used to make the warships that struck fear into the hearts of the galaxy. Yet, before these modules the land still needed to be cleared, and leveled, before the modules could be erected. In an enormous bulldozer (https://i.imgur.com/MWIrUP2.jpg), a human man sat at the controls pushing to clear the spot of property. Pushing the excess dirt, and rocks towards the Northwest corner where Power shovels would load the refuse onto Hover dump trucks to be hauled out of the city. The ancient guitar riffs of the Rolling Stones (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wCUlPNlQuA) playing away in pair of wireless earbuds. His head bobbing lightly to the rhythm of the song. All in all, a peaceful day in the city. <br><br>Jacob Cole arrived here about six Earth months prior in search of work closer to the less "Civilized" frontier. Hoping being so far away would make construction work easier to find as contractors won't have the availability to Automatons to do the work. So far he was able to scrape by and send some credits home to his family. But living in a dingy studio apartment certainly didn't appeal to the ladies.<br><br>All hell had suddenly broken loose when the City defenses went on High Alert. People began to scramble as defensive turrets began to raise up from their stowed positions to fire upon the Altean Medium Cruiser that just exited FTL space. Many of the citizens were rushing towards shelters, or gathering what material wealth they could scrounge before they themselves escaped. Others took the opportunity to loot, and pillage. Using the chaos of the descending drones, and their Altean overlords to distract from their petty criminal activity. <br><br>"The fuck!?" Jacob barked as the ground quaked with the concussion of heavy missiles that struck about a block away. Leaning out of the Cab of the dozer, he saw the sky filled with Altean fighters, and landers descending on large comet trails of fire. "Sheet." He hissed as he heard the screams from the civilians as they started to run down the street away from the landers, and fighters. Sure there were several brave souls that tried to stand and fight, but they were cut down all too quickly by the drones that poured out of the landers. <br><br>Jacob's mind raced as he thought on what to do. if he stayed there, he would be captured or worse, killed. Yet just running was looking less, and less like an option as the Alteans seemed to take glee in cutting down innocent Civilians. Though the scene that spurred him into action was a small group of civilians huddling in an alcove. Mothers clutching children, several men trying to put up a brave front, but there was little they could do cause of intense fire coming down the road. <br><br>Jacob's body seemed to move before he even willed it. He pulled on the transmission lever into first, thick black clouds of suit broiled out of the stacks as the catapillar tracks clawed into the earth, pulling the nearly 200 ton earth mover forward. Jacob raised the blade to prevent it from catching on anything and slowing him down. The large engine roared defiantly as he charged forward. <br><br>The group cried out in fear though an enormous shadow bloated out the sun. One of the Mothers looked up to see the enormous construction equipment moving between them, and the approaching Altean drones. The Drone's lasers striking against the massive blade of the Dozer unit. The group heard shouting, and saw a human male from the cab yelling at them, and pointing back behind the dozer. He was pointing towards the mountains. <br><br>"HURRY! GET TO THE MOUNTAINS! I'LL COVER YOUR ESCAPE!" Jacob shouted. He didn't know why, but every fiber of his being screamed that the mountains were a safe haven. though he never could recall noticing the mountains before. <br><br>The group didn't have to be told twice. They ducked out of the Alcove, and started to run down the street. Quickly others that Jacob had not seen hiding began to duck out all under the cover of the Dozer's thick hide. He would wait till they got about a hundred feet behind him before he started to back up the bulldozer to cover their retreat. The blade held high enough to prevent the myriad of Laser blasts from getting past into the group of Civilians fleeing from behind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Voltron GR: Episode One - Corazon de Leon's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrestaDGTation</strong> on <strong>29-11-2017, 10:28:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.metal-archives.com/images/1/1/6/7/116752_artist.jpg?3743)</div><strong>Who</strong>: Leng<br><strong>Where</strong>: Flueka / City , not far from the bus lines<br><strong>Why</strong>: Jack, Open<br><strong>What</strong>: Getting out of the city<br><strong>Warnings</strong>: Everyone carries their weight<br><br>--<br><br>&nbsp; Today was resupply day.&nbsp; Her three calves were still at home, cheerfully stuffing their heads into rapidly shrinking bales of grass.&nbsp; They were growing nicely, but the oldest of the three was still about a year away from puberty.&nbsp; Not the kind of starting-over she'd expected to do at this point in her life, but it was something to hold onto.&nbsp; Something to nurture, to ground herself with.&nbsp; And something to protect, she thought, as she started stowing laser rifles in her armored vehicle.&nbsp; It was just habit, at this point.<br><br>&nbsp; The old bird she drove was a combination off-road wheel / hover model, with a two seater cab bolstered with riveted steel plates, and a flat-bed topped with welded metal pipes turned into an armored cage.&nbsp; The extra weight put a bit of strain on the hover engine, but thanks to a little bit of creative component placement, it was still a reliable piece of work.&nbsp; She ran her hands over the numerous dents and chips in the metal, wistful.&nbsp; This vehicle had seen a lot of rough housing.&nbsp; Bullet holes, laser burns, scrapes from angry bulls, and smashed bits of hull from all sorts of other things.&nbsp; Each wound with a history.&nbsp; She shook her head, half smiling as she loaded the last of what she intended to barter for trade.&nbsp; Giving Wynette's head a parting scruff, she moved out to her vehicle, turned her security on, jammed the foot pedal and brought the old bird to life.&nbsp; She felt it rattling just a little as it pulled off the ground, and was grateful when it lifted without incident.<br><br>&nbsp; Even terrain wasn't a problem for the machine, thankfully.&nbsp; The odd slope or dune was also something she could handle without having to put the wheels to the ground.&nbsp; Leng made good time, moving across the plains and leaving a soft trail of dust forming just behind her.&nbsp; There was a mental list of things she needed.&nbsp; Hay, of course.&nbsp; Those calves would eat their own weight at least a dozen more times before they were worth any money to her.&nbsp; Her own needs, sadly, would follow after that.&nbsp; Then was the fuel situation to consider.&nbsp; Honestly, the way the old bird was rattling on start-up meant she needed to put a new alternator on order, which was always a fun expense.&nbsp; A few other odds and ends, at least in the shopping portion.<br><br>&nbsp; Then there was the fun part.&nbsp; She liked this town, truly.&nbsp; The whole place was like a nest of two-bit villains at market.&nbsp; Lawless scalliwags, swapping scrap, booze, and war stories.&nbsp; Just the sort of off the reservation hub she enjoyed.&nbsp; With her primary business recovering, she needed to poke in on a few contacts and get some income going.&nbsp; It would be more profitable, really, to just live in the city.&nbsp; Also more fun, she thought, as she went over the kinds of trouble she could get into for a laugh this afternoon.&nbsp; But then again, her old ways died hard.&nbsp; She wasn't the kind of person to shit where she ate, and living among a bunch of dirty smugglers and thieves was a damn sight different than visiting.<br><br>&nbsp; She was about two hours into her errands, by this point.&nbsp; Her caged-in flat bed was loaded with hay and metal parts, while the back of the cab had some fuel, food and fresh water.&nbsp; She had just eaten a savory roast with gravy and potatoes.&nbsp; And she was now gabbing with Dex, one of the shady types who knew the kind of work she liked doing and always had plenty of it.&nbsp; She didn't trust him farther than she could throw him, but considering he was a wirey sort with a peach-fuzz hair style and a nose ring, he would throw pretty far.&nbsp; They were just pouring over a map and hashing out defenses when it happened.<br><br>&nbsp; Almost all at once, the city was in a panic.&nbsp; Automated turrets were rising, firing, and failing.&nbsp; Drones and weapons were dropping to the surface, and the whole town was erupting into screams.&nbsp; Leng let loose a curse that even made Dex give her a second glance, before she grabbed the map and snarled at him.&nbsp; "Get your shit, and follow me out." she hissed.&nbsp; Dex wasn't exactly the helpless type.&nbsp; Which was honestly part of the reason she needed him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; While he ducked into his shop and grabbed whatever he needed, Leng stormed into the street, she looked around for the other half of her team.&nbsp; She found them almost instantly.&nbsp; A father in panic, and his family behind him.&nbsp; Stepping faster, she grabbed the man and pinned him to a wall.&nbsp; There wasn't time to do this any nicer.&nbsp; The fact that he was immediately willing to fight her only made her more sure.&nbsp; "Can you shoot?" she barked.&nbsp; The man nodded, pushing her hands away and forming a protest.&nbsp; Instead of listening, she took charge, pointing to her vehicle.&nbsp; "You're riding shotgun.&nbsp; Mom, you're in the back.&nbsp; Pass out guns to anyone that can use one.&nbsp; Push out the bales as they start burning."<br><br>&nbsp; "Why the hell should we.." started the father.&nbsp; Leng shot him down with a look.&nbsp; A nasty glare for him as she walked, but then a quick glance towards his children.&nbsp; One being an infant.&nbsp; She turned kept walking.&nbsp; He didn't need more than that.&nbsp; Her foot was already on the pedal and revving the old bird to life before mom had put the kids in the back.&nbsp; Through the window of the cab, Leng passed back a pair of laser rifles.<br><br>&nbsp; "T-they can't shoot these!" the mother shrieked.&nbsp; "My d-daughter's only six!"<br><br>&nbsp; "You wanna live, right?" Leng shouted over the rattle of the vehicle.&nbsp; "Everyone carries their weight, then.&nbsp; And so do you."&nbsp; It wasn't an ideal team, but a furious father riding shot gun and two eyes in the back?&nbsp; It was a better chance to save to a family than grabbing some docile group.&nbsp; Dex's car came up behind them, and they were off.<br><br>&nbsp; Dex shouted ahead, righting pointing out that the panic was going to make traffic into a nightmare.&nbsp; Never mind that the attackers had probably bottle-necked the primary roads out of the city.&nbsp; "That's why we're going off road!" she shouted back, smacking the man in the cab with her and pointing to a drone.&nbsp; He fired and brought it down, giving her the angriest look she'd seen from anyone in a few years as he reloaded.&nbsp; She sneered, counting herself lucky.&nbsp; Nothing was worse than a liar claiming to be a good shot.<br><br>&nbsp; She heard a squeal behind her as the six year-old girl took a wild shot at one of the passing drones, and cursed.&nbsp; "You really never taught her to shoot?"&nbsp; she growled at the father.&nbsp; He shouted back that she was only six, and Leng began arguing with him about the proper age to teach a child about firearms.&nbsp; She never mentioned the whole 'we might not get out of this,' though.&nbsp; She was keeping him mad, occasionally pointing out the window and letting him sink another target.&nbsp; Better angry than afraid.&nbsp; "Tell your daughter to choke up on the barrel and not waste ammo!" Leng shouted, as she whirled past a crowd of people running from some drones.<br><br>&nbsp; She took a moment to let the vehicle float, letting the father and the daughter open fire on the drones.&nbsp; Dex got in on it, too, although he was more interested in saving himself than in letting a crowd of innocents get away scott free.&nbsp; Leng reached behind her and grabbed her own rifle, despairing a little.&nbsp; She had brought four guns, three of which were in use.&nbsp; But she hadn't brought nearly enough ammo to fire them all like this.&nbsp; And while that brat back there was actually hitting one or two of the drones, she was wasting more ammunition than they could afford.&nbsp; Thinking quickly, she saw a mountain range not far away.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; ...how the hell did..?<br><br>&nbsp; Whatever, she must have missed it.&nbsp; ..maybe?&nbsp; She didn't have time to worry about it now.&nbsp; Shouting back to Dex, she pointed towards the range.&nbsp; "There.&nbsp; We'll take the tracks to the edge of town, and off road the rest of the way."&nbsp; She gave a glace to the running families, feeling some old wounds burning in her chest.&nbsp; They'd taken time they didn't have, shot ammo they desperately needed, and taken a risk they definitely didn't need to take.&nbsp; All to give a mob of panicked strangers just a few more minutes to flee.&nbsp; It would have to do.&nbsp; With a rev of the engine, the vehicle was back in motion and hauling ass.<br><br>&nbsp; "Tell your daughter to save her shots," Leng said.&nbsp; She didn't get a chance to elaborate, as sparks few from the side of the cab right next to her window.&nbsp; She veered a little, picking up her own gun and firing as she drove.&nbsp; She let out that curse again, and the father blinked at her before shouting back to conserve ammo.&nbsp; Leng was getting pissed.&nbsp; Daddy was a good shot, but he was just one gun.&nbsp; Dex was good cover, but he was watching his own ass.&nbsp; And the three in the back were almost useless.&nbsp; She needed more.<br><br>&nbsp; Moving quickly along the tracks, she spotted some wreckage ahead.&nbsp; She was forced to veer back onto the main roads for a moment.&nbsp; Smelling smoke, she looked back into the flat-bed, she saw that some of the bales were already starting to burn.&nbsp; The mother was a shrinking violet, too cowardly to even kick the hay off the back of the truck.&nbsp; Leng would have loved to stop, go back there, and shake her.&nbsp; Or at least to yell back that the woman should do what she was freaking told before she burned alive.&nbsp; But she didn't have time.&nbsp; Swinging open the door, of her cart, she fired twice at the ground ahead of her.&nbsp; There were screams from the crowd, but they moved.&nbsp; At least a little.&nbsp; The whole.. being on fire thing also helped.<br><br>&nbsp; She looked around her, ignoring protests from pretty much everyone involved.&nbsp; She needed an asshole.&nbsp; Someone cut from her cloth, who could cover this getaway from the back.&nbsp; Suppressing her own desire to panic, she looked around and saw what she was looking for.&nbsp; A man in full sprint, wearing a duster-coat and hungrily eyeing a group of chained up bicycles ahead of him.&nbsp; She heard a curse from Dex in the car behind her, and saw the father riding shotgun climbing half onto the roof to shoot back at some encroaching drones.<br><br>&nbsp; Riding up along-side of the man, she must have been a sight.&nbsp; A battered, armored half-hover craft.&nbsp; A panicking six-year old clutching a gun in the back.&nbsp; A mother, watching hay slowly catch fire all around her from a caged-in flat-bed.&nbsp; A civilian hanging out of the passenger door, firing behind him.&nbsp; A skeevy looking man in a dune-buggy, flinging curses and laser bolts.&nbsp; And a sharp featured, angry woman in piece-mail armor, gritting her teeth in the driver's seat.<br><br>&nbsp; "Can you shoot?" she barked.
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