TrickRPForeman wrote: ↑Wed Mar 06, 2019 3:21 pmBlaaagh! What the heck...even...latch4 wrote: ↑Sat Mar 02, 2019 5:55 amThe man was obviously embarrassed by the hard suite, like a child. They certainly were not modest, but somehow she still expected more composure from someone who is supposed to join her in a combat situation. "Well are you going to ask them or are you going to leave us hanging in suspense?"
Okay, are we mech pilots or are we strippers, lady?! Seriously, these things are fucking suits designed for that one scifi-based gentleman's club in some red light district somewhere, I swear that had to be it!
"Uh...is there any freaking tactical reason for even wearing these damn things, or is it just an objectification statement?" I said as I tried to wear it, given my current disability be damned.
Christ, you'd think the fucking Franxx suits were more modest!
Entering the Sim pods, the two pilots were in utter darkness for a few moments before the screens and console activated and the pods began to simulate the movement and inertia of their mechs. Before them is a massive swarm of horrific alien monstrosities, as ugly as they were numerous. And they were legion!Cavaliere wrote: ↑Wed Mar 06, 2019 10:06 amWilliam Liam Tinmalllatch4 wrote: ↑Sat Mar 02, 2019 5:55 amThe man was obviously embarrassed by the hard suite, like a child. They certainly were not modest, but somehow she still expected more composure from someone who is supposed to join her in a combat situation. "Well are you going to ask them or are you going to leave us hanging in suspense?"
As nervous as ever, Liam started to fidget with this new suit, to alleviate some of the discomforts he was feeling.
Staying silent for all the way to the simulation chamber, the scientist tried to distract himself from the shame by playing in his head all his previous combat engagements in the Zer∅, trying to set something of a baseline with this new threat he was going to face virtually.
It didn't do much, but at least he wasn't thinking about the itch on-Oh come on!
The largest in number resembled a kind of crab but with an eyless head emerging from its rear-end and its claws bearing no pincers. Others resembled massive Ticks with four hoofed legs and a multitude of arms, riding on top of the Crabs as if they were their jockeys. There were others far in the back of the horde resembling testicular sacs with legs crowned by a pair of large, beady eyes. But the largest among them were Hulking armored creatures that towered above the others with spear-like limbs and bearing some kind of strange stinger on its underside. The simulated battlefield was a razed hellscape where nothing grew. What were these monsters? What was this place?
"Weren't you just in the medbay you moron? I don't have time for your dumb games, bad enough you got injured before a battle, apparently tangling with sandnigger thugs. Don't waste my time I'm busy."Mattman666 wrote: ↑Sat Mar 09, 2019 11:40 pm"Ask the captain. While you do it..." Franz had enough of Jackson and his interferences. So, he patted Ross on her left shoulder, ordered her to stay still, and walked to the main quarters where the captain resided.
"Stay here for a while."
As he approaches, he notices as a group of girls walking out of the office. Some of them were cute, some were sexy, but he had no time for his usual sexual harassment routine. Franz had more important business with his dreaded captain.
He walks in, and without prompting, speaks.
"Captain, there is something you must know."
And after that, Franz would suddenly feel a presence behind him and he found himself physically thrown out of the War Room. Before he could get back on his feet, Jackson steps on his back along with another pair of boots, forcing his face back to the floor as he and a dark figure wearing a familiar feathered coat left the premises for the Bridge.