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 Post subject: By Our Makers Hand
PostPosted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 1:04 am 
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PostPosted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 10:37 pm 
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Alex had been hanging around the city for some time with his mother, wandering around this peaceful place, although in some areas you could cut the tension with a knife. It had been a while since an attack had managed to get close to the city, which only meant that one would not be very far away. Alex however, was not one to overly worry about the inevitable, the former soldier, scar covered, and missing his left arm, and all equipment still on his person wandered the streets of San-Larona, listening to the wildlife which had blossomed around their oasis in a world of war. It seemed that the world was finally beginning to try and rebuild itself after the scorched earth policies of the Immaculate had left much of the world as little but an extending barren wasteland which spread as far as the eye could see. Giving mankind very little chance to survive in the wilds. However, in recend days, the replication of much of the Immaculate technology in the hands of men in the Allied Republic, meant that their secrets were slowly coming undone. Gravity well technology, as well as unique charged particles and other highly advanced technologies were being developed by human hands with the help of the few surviving immaculate and flawless which lived peacefully in San-Larona, though under a large degree of surveillance... Among these immaculate, was Alexs' mother, working as one of the many scientific and military advisers among the country, as well as leading her own program to perfect the Immaculate genome, rendering the pious and often prone to violent race into her own state of benevolent god-complex, a task which had come a long way, but had no shortage of hiccups, both morally, and scientifically.

Holding a pay-packet from a contract job, Alex had managed to get enough to allow him to get by for the next little while, having performed a weeks worth of mobile scout duty in a stock standard arch-angel for enough money to support his own lifestyle, medication, food, shelter and first aid medication and enough to pay the last of the bills off for Castiels' repair job. As he was no longer signed with the military, it meant that he had none of the restrictions, but he had also lost all of the benefits of being in service, like free repair of the mecha, and free medical care.

Arriving at the hangar, Alex handed the pay packet over to the engineers at the service desk, who smiled and began to lead Alex toward the public hangar. Opening up, Alex looked across the mecha of pirates, ex soldiers, businessmen and many many others who had their machines stored in this area. The engineer walked and talked at the same time, telling Alex about what had happened to his Mecha, saying that the sorcerers here analyzed that something in Castiels' core had changed, and that the power within which would normally be routed to the supporting systems had reduced dramatically. Alex nodded, he had heard about what other people called 'falling,' and it only made sense that something like that which had happened to the two of them would be enough for Castiel to go through the same thing, Alex felt very much the same...

Looking up at his dormant Mecha, Alex rested his hand on the steel, looking up at its grandeur. The Mechanic unlocked the clasps which held it firm and unable to escape should Alex have tried to run off with the machine, not that simple bonds would have stopped an Aspect mecha should he have gotten into the pilots' seat. Thanking the man, Alex climbed the ladder to the hangar, pressing his palm to a panel on the side, the door opened wide, allowing Alex to step in. Inside, it was everything he remembered, fully repaired. Though he could still remember precisely where the shrapnel had torn through here, where the flames erupted from, where the tear in the shell had ripped open... as if it were only yesterday. Smiling and shaking off his darker thoughts, Alex booted up Castiel and his systems one by one, testing the power and looking at the Mechas' overall performance. Unlike before, it seemed the core was giving a lot more power to the movement functions of the mecha, its speed, strength, and physical capabilities were considerably higher than they used to be, while, that power was once being siphoned to the supporting weapons systems and other utility systems...

"You're baying for blood too huh? Well, don't worry about it... We'll kill the son-ov-a-bitch which did this to the two of us, don't you worry. I'll make it happen."

Powering everything down again, alex finally took his axe back from the panel, a weapon which had not been in its holster for some time now, but it was goot to have the key to Castiel back, the mighty aspect stood int he hangar, a presence of anger around the mechanical titan as Alex opened the door and got out once again, taking his helmet off and unwrapping some of the food that he had managed to get from the store with his one arm, and beginning to eat on the ground before his mecha, looking around at the other pilots as they went about their maintenance, launching their aspects, socializing with each other, and various other activities, keeping an eye out for anything or anyone whom would naturally catch his eye... Since the accident, Alex had liked to keep his distance. The half immaculate had a bit of a name for himself around here for being a bit of a hard case in recent days.

Though he was eager to prove himself again.

To show that he wasn't just a broken Immaculate.

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PostPosted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 9:42 pm 

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'Out of the ordinary. Psh' This was Wade's only thought as he neared the nuetral zone of the war, perhaps the only one that mattered. Wade was the current leader in eccentric Mecha technology, and as such was sent to the city of San Larona by the Equalist Coalition to observe the enemy's possessions and Mecha for anything which might actually be a threat. You see, the Coalition had every intent of listening to the talks of piece and perhaps truly giving it a chance, but Wade's superiors were nothing if not paranoid. If the enemy had brought anything besides usual mecha or perhaps insurance that they could use as a means of a devistating sneak attack on the Coalition it was Wade's responsibility to see that they were ready in return. While the leaders wanted to bring a bit of insurance of their own, Wade refused visciosly, claiming it to be very hypocritical. The Coalition had said a few things about not trusting the "Immaculate Pigs" as Wade had exited, but he really hadnt been listening at this point Where was that son of a gun by the way? Well leave it to your good old narrator to figure that out. Our current protagonist crouched atop an airborn Mecha coming into view of the city over the horizon. It was going an average speed for most Angel class mecha, as its rider would easily be thrown off and simply be dust in the wind otherwise. In the Mecha's arms hung its partner and twin, which contrasted it quite a bit. While the Flying fortress seemed to be very lanky and light armored from head to toe, the Mecha in its arms had accentuated medium ranked plating in certain places such as it's shoulders and Neither one had facial features, besides the glowing eyes which matched each other's plasma core colors. This is where the heat was released from their plasma reactors in their chests when needed. They were a pinkish orange color like the sunset of the arctic tundra. The Mecha it was carrying, however, had a very different bodily design. Its feet were very thin and sturdy, matching its wry and powerful legs. The body too was very structurally sound looking, however had more of a medium build with light armor. Its shoulders, shins, and forearms were all padded a bit thicker than the rest. The thick forearms gave way to something a bit more out of the ordinary. In place of its fists were two large spiked balls, akin to the head of a mace. Its head was a very round and simplistic shape, while its twin was rather jagged as if it were wearing a triangular knight's helmet. The entirety of the ground based mecha's body had a bronzing brown color to it which gleamed well The afternoon sun. Now for its conductor. Wait? Conductor? Yes the man riding atop the mecha was in fact their owner, however neither mecha had a pilot, and both took orders in one way or another from Wade. He had chosen this different type of "Piloting" because he felt their collaborative fighting style would be more effective if all were on equal terms in control of themselves. Now why wouldnt he just use one if that were the case? You're asking a parent to choose between his children for crying out loud!

The Conductor, as he was dubbed by the Higher-Ups, had a large grin on his face as the air raced acrossed his scalp. He had gained a bit more ground by now, passing high over an elderly man in a robe. He couldnt see the scene very well, but he could have sworn there was a thing with him that wasnt there now. He began his descent, likely stirring some dust below on the ground, and there seemed to be a few men gathering to meet him. They seemed to be local peacekeepers, with a few Golem joining at their sides. He wondered why they would send such a welcome party, and began to adjust his light leather jacket he had worn to keep the wind off. He also wore a pair of thin denem pants which seemed less used, and raised from his place on his Mecha's neck to switch his position to its shoulder with a hop. As it turned upright so that it could land firmly on its feet on the outskirts of the city, and released its brother whom took its respective place next to him on the right side A rather official looking man came foreward with a dissaproving look. He called out towards Wade, whome was removing his jacket as he felt the effects of the sun for the first time, to reveal the high-necked black shirt he wore which hugged his skin. He hopped down with a series of checkpoints on his creation, and finally felt the sand beneath his legs for the first time.

"Attention Sir! Our scans say that neither of these mecha seemingly in your posession have pilots. You are under arrest for the Creation of Golem, outside of law enforcement purposes." Needless to say, this didnt quite tickle Wade's peach. He looked rather shocked, running his fingers through his Crew-Cut hair and fixing his collar.

"Well you see officer, these arnt golem. These are indeed mecha I assure you-"

"So they have Pilots then?"

"Well... no... but" Wade was really in a bit of a jam. Its true, Gunther and Rocky did not have Pilots per say, but they were his Mecha. That's where we'll have to leave off for now, but stay tuned to see if he'll actually make it out of this without external conflict.

[^]Will Wade Just Be Dust In The Wind Afterall? [^]

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