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Post by bluesp34r on May 17, 2014 3:40:14 GMT
The man spit the cigarette out of his mouth and promptly stomped on it, leaving a bud on his path to the machine. He approached the behemoth, with all it's might and glory and gazed it up and down. He released his grip on the blue toolbox in his hand and it dropped to the ground with a loud THUD, followed by the CLANK of the tools inside. The lock was undone and the toolbox was wide open, revealing a plethora of devices, both simple and complex. The man squats down and without looking, picks up an industrial grade welder with a gloved hand. His other hand reached over to a nearby table, picking up a welding mask. The mask had a face painted on it. A face of a ferocious cat, jaws wide open, about to feast upon it's prey where the eyeglass was located. He strapped the mask around his head, brushed his dark blue mow-hawk back, and covered his face with it. His eyes watched from the jaw of the beast as he guided his tool over a patch of heavy dents on the side of the mechanical giant. With only a few seconds of exposure, the dents were smoothed out, leaving only a black sod mark where the damage once was. The man switched off his welder and dropped it back in the toolbox, proceeding to close it with his foot. He unstrapped the welder mask and threw it back on the table, animal side top, and pulled out a rag from his apron. The black spots quickly faded away with a little elbow grease, and the man removed his apron to reveal a uniform, tidy with the exceptions of a few smudges here and there. He looked up and down the mech again, and noticing no more damages had been discovered on it, he smiled and took a seat on a stool near the table. From his pocket he brought a PDA, military grade with the ID "Cpl. Buck Bradley" on it and began searching for the latest cat video.
"Hey, Panther." Called out a voice. Buck turned his head to see a young man, about his age, in red short hair. He was wearing a black wife beater and camo shorts, and a pair of sunglasses. "Finish up ol' Thunder Gunner?" Buck nodded at the man and pointed at the mech he had just fixed. "Sure did, Scott. And please get hit harder next time. I got all geared up just to fix a dent from one fuckin' bomb. It's not fun fixing up you guys anymore." Scott laughed with Buck, pulling the sunglasses off his eyes and walking up to the mech, touching it, looking all around. "Come on, you gotta take care of the babies, right?"
"Well...If the baby can gun down Tango flanks like that, I think it can feed itself and change it's own diaper, don't you think?" Scott smirked as he climbed into the machine. He pressed a button above him and the canopy closed and the legs extended, elevating him. A synthetic voice of a Drill Sergeant beeped "All systems nominal!" and Scott rotated around in the mech. "Nice job, Blue Panther. Hey, get some rest. We're heading out at 0400 hours from now. Dropping in New Magnitka soon. Report's in the meeting room." Scott chimed from inside the beast. Buck nodded, gave the machine a thumbs up as it stomped away. Buck rose from his seat and walked out to the dormitories and dropped on the bottom bunk. He stretched his arms and gave a quick loud yawn and shut his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up." scolded a female voice coming from above him.
"Love you too, Jessie." replied Buck with sarcasm.
The voice groaned with anger, then broke into a short laughter. "Good night, Buck."
Buck smiled as he drifted off.
--- Buck found himself sitting in a chair around a table. Every other seat was filled with men and women in uniform. Standing was a man decorated in badges and medals, stranding tall and straight in the tidiest, cleanest uniform of them all. Behind him was a screen with a projector flashing an image of an old warehouse accompanied with a tactical overview. The man had a telebaton in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the baton slid out to an extension and he casually whipped a portion of the map with the tip. "Squad," he spoke with a strong, defined voice, "Your mission today, will be to infiltrate this building and recover any sensitive materials you happen to capture while inside. There are rebel fortifications, so be on the lookout. Recon reports they are equipped with Anti-Personnel and Anti-Armor defenses, but I'm sure you guys can work around it." The man nodded.
"Lieutenant Scott."
Scott rose out of his seat and gave a quick salute.
"Yes sir?"
"You will be leading your operations on ground. Ensure that your squad completes the objective safely and efficiently."
Scott gave a nod, another salute, exclaimed "Sir Yes Sir!" before sitting back down again.
"Corporal Giant." the man said as he shifted his view to Jessie.
"Yes sir?" She replied in a calm tone, remaining in her seat.
"You can Corporal Bradley will be in charge of bombardments. Ensure your mechs are equipped properly. You will remove any kind of fortification the rebels have on that area."
"Yes si-" Buck cut her off "Yes sir. Not a problem." Jessie shot a quick glare at Buck, Buck smiled back. Her glare shifted into a mutual smile almost instantly. The commander paid no attention to this.
"Corporal Yellow?" he said. A bulky hulk of a man turns his head to the commander, inquiring "What's my job, sir?"
"As heavy weapons expert, you will be laying down the surpressing fire for Corporals Swift and Sky to advance." All thee of them nodded in unison.
"And with that..." The commander turned around. "...I want it to be absolutely clear, that the data we have received indicates that the technology housed inside that building is something that we need to get our hands on. Not something to destroy. Is that understood?"
"Sir, yes sir." The squad replied together.
"I would be really pissed if it was."
"Sir, yes sir."
The commander shot a smile that lasted .5 seconds.
"Good. Now go get geared up."
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Post by farcry11 on May 17, 2014 3:51:49 GMT
I <3 mech pilot characters.
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Post by bluesp34r on May 17, 2014 16:09:11 GMT
Second part added!
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Post by bluesp34r on May 27, 2014 0:28:46 GMT
Buck opened the hatch to his dark blue Combat Ripley. He took a seat in and hit a button, closing the hatch. A HUD appeared to him. Flashing lights scattered across his eyes. Meters and numbers appeared and manipulated themselves at such a rapid rate. "Okay..." Buck said to himself. "Motor units..." Buck pulled a lever up. The right arm on the mech moved forward. He twisted the lever. The arm rotated itself. "...Check. Emergency indicator..." He flipped open a cover of a big red button and hit it. Red lights glared from the outside of the mech. The HUD turned a bright red. An alarm sounded. Buck promptly hit the button again. The HUD returned back to blue and the alarm ceased. The red light persisted to flash. Buck grumbled as he tapped the side of his headset. "Does it matter if these damn lights don't turn off?" He asked into the radio device placed on his ear. "Yes. It does. Fix it, Blue Panther." Responded a voice. Buck hit a button on the top of the cockpit and the hatch opened up. Buck climbed out, reached for a wrench in his toolbelt and smacked both lights.
"All fixed." He reported.
Buck returned to his diagnostic testing of his mech. Under his seat, he flicked a little safety switch. A light on the side of the cockpit lit up, and Buck reached for a lever inside of it. He pulled it out towards his body and a steady motor whine could be heard. Buck aimed the lever around as a targeting reticule appeared on his HUD. He reached to his other side, pulled out another level, and another reticule appeared on his HUD overlapping the first one. "...'nade launcher working...and primary LMG working...beautiful." Buck tapped into his headset again. "All set, sir. Call in if anyone needs me."
"All good." Said a voice.
"All good." Said another.
"All good." "All good." "All good."
"Go fuck yourself." said a feminine voice. Buck responded with laughter. "Just don't get hit, then."
The six mechs formed a circle in the platform. Each one was different from the others. Buck had his blue Ripley, meant for anything but mining, except maybe for explosives. Scott had a scarlet red Gygax, meant for being anywhere and everywhere at anytime. This monster which Buck had just patched up and upgraded earlier was equipped with a massive automatic energy gun. This thing could tear down a whole forest just by guiding the laser from one side to the other. On it's back was a heavy-duty jetpack, as if the thing wasn't fast enough, and a more accurate long ranged .50 caliber sniper rifle on it's other arm. Yellow had the biggest mech of them all; an Achilles system, completely experimental. True to his name, it was distinguishable by it's bright, almost irritating color. The metal monster had dual rocket launchers, with semi-auto anti-armor scatter shots on his shoulders. His legs had two sub-machine guns, as well, for picking off any infantry that didn't say "Oh shit" and run off at the sight of this. Swift was in a white Odysseus. Dual mounted cryogenic chambers on the back with a retractable armor shield to protect the occupants. It also had a couple of self-defense based guns but who cares? Sky was in a black Vagabond, also experimental. Equipped with bomber modules on it's chest, gliders for arms, this thing was designed to fly.
A purple Durand was placed next to Buck's mech. Inside was Jesse Giant. Buck glanced at her, she glanced back. They both proceeded to wave middle fingers at each other, stick their tongues out, and laugh at the same time.
The mechs were placed in a large shuttle. The platform they were in was dark, with only a few dull ceiling lights illuminating a metal room, one that wasn't really a sight at all. The overhead rung, "This is your pilot speaking. Hatches open in 30, get ready soldiers." Buck hit a button inside his mech that made a ding. His mech was moved forward by a mechanism behind it. The rest of the squad did the same. The circle they were in expanded. Soon, the covers opened up to reveal a sandy area, with a few buildings in sight. Gunfire was quickly recieved and the mechs bailed out. The pilot departed as quickly as it could. Everywhere Buck looked, he saw troops and vehicles bearing the NanoTransen logo and flag. They returned their gunfire at their assailant army, who gradually made themselves identifiable as a bunch of rag-tag men and women with whatever cheap guns they could find.
Buck's radio chimed on. "Alright guys, remember your positions. Let's move." said Scott. Buck took an advance to the east, positioning himself perpendicular to the largest building in the area. Buck readied his grenade launcher and began to fire a few rounds. A few barricades shattered and a couple arms came with it too! Buck smiled at the glorious sight as he continued to lay down more and more explosions on the building. Giant joined him, and the duo began covering the rest of the squad with bombardments as the rest of the squad went in for their mission. --- ((To be continued...))
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Post by PumpkingSlice on May 29, 2014 14:26:02 GMT
My love for Buck has now appeared... Mech fight is best rp.
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Post by bluesp34r on May 30, 2014 23:15:46 GMT
Whatever was left of the rebel's fortifications were shattered. Buck stood a good twenty feet from Jesse, and they both displayed the wrath of their heavy bombing modifications. The rebels attempted an advancement to their position, but their secondary anti-personnel weapons crushed any hopes they had like their bones. Buck smiled. He had the biggest guns his mech could carry and he was no doubt showing off to Jesse.
"Hey, Jesse. Check this shit out." Buck signaled to her. She turned her mech to face his, and he took a step forward with one of his mechanical legs before bending down, firing five or ten large grenades from the barrel of his launcher in rapid succession. Five or ten significant explosions were heard. Rubble was blasted. A whole person even came up with it! Well...it wasn't a whole person. It was definitely a person, but it's arms and legs were no longer attached having been severed by the tremendous explosive force. There might have been a few extra limbs to go along with him, but for sure, it was one guy at least. Jesse laughed. "Oh yeah?" she teased. "That's all you got?"
"More than you right now. Have you even been keeping track?" Buck snapped back. He opened up a little tab on his HUD with a display of tally marks. He tapped the screen as another tally joined the many before the screen closed and returned to the battle. Jesse laughed again.
"Come on, we gotta move up." she barked. The two began to sprint as fast as their machines could carry them. Running past bullets that would've done next to nothing to their amazing armor, trampling an occasional enemy, jumping away from a few explosives every now and then. It was nothing.
A man was crouched on the ledge, covered and concealed by some short grass. In both his hands, he clasped a machine. A launcher of rockets. He activated the binocular function on his helmet and saw two mechs sprinting past the battle. Behind his visor, he grit his teeth and brought his launcher up, pointing it in the confusion. He aimed for a second, then let the device's targeting system take a go. With a simple trigger squeeze, the rocket dashed out of the device and into the sandy battlefield. Out of the corner of Buck's eye, he saw the rocket blaring towards them. His eyes lit up. "Jesse! Wait!" he cried. But it was too late. The rocket landed a direct hit on the canopy of her mech and it tumbled over, covered in soot and ash. Buck came to an abrupt pause.
He grit his teeth, riddled with anger. He turned his mech around as the man on the cliff was reloading his device. Buck let out a battlecry, a scream with no words, and launched grenade after grenade in that direction non-stop. To him, the whole battle meant nothing anymore. All that mattered, at this particular moment, was that fucker over there had his organs reduced to puddles. When the smoke cleared, Buck could hardly see anything. He zoomed in his scope, and he saw a body on the ground. Buck smiled a little bit. Just enough to take pleasure in the death of the man, and turned around back to where he was facing.
"Jesse's hit. Medic to my position, now!"
"Buck, get away from her. That's an order."
"Fuck if I'm leaving her..."
"Panther, you are a damn missile magnet right now. You're not doing her any good. I'm on my way, okay?"
Buck made no response.
"Buck?"
Buck still made no response. He looked down at the mech and saw a movement. A figure weakly moving it's arms and crawling away from the black and trashed metal of the mech. It let out a cough. Buck took in a soft sigh of relief. Buck walked towards her. "Oh my God...I thought you were..." Buck paused as she looked at Jesse. Her eyes turned to something behind his mech, and widened in shock. She mouthed the words "Oh shit..." and Buck hardly had anytime to turn around at all. He didn't even see the missile that hit him before he fell over on Jesse's mech.
From the cliffside, a man nodded to himself. Alone. He dropped his rocket launcher and collapsed, never again to wake up.
Buck's vision faded. He saw what looked like Jesse's mangled body and a large white...thing approach him. As it extended an arm towards Buck, his consciousness faded away into total blackness.
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Post by bluesp34r on Jun 13, 2014 17:19:37 GMT
Out of the darkness, came a light. A single, blinding, white light. It annoyed Buck, but it was the only thing he could see. Just a light in the darkness. Suddenly, the light began to fade. Little by little. Something began to form. A grey, ceiling. Some walls. A spinning fan. Buck blinked. The whole world seemed unreal to him, as if he was trapped in some kind of calm, yet torturous dream. The light faded until Buck's vision returned to him. He was laying down in a soft, comfortable bed in the medbay. A couple of machines were hooked up to his exposed chest, scanning his vital signs and displaying them on the monitor nearby. Buck's lazy eyes could only see two nurses checking up on him. As his eyes widened, one nurse noticed him and alerted the other. She pressed her hand lightly against Buck's shoulder, suppressing him down. "Shh, don't get up yet." she warned. Buck raised an eyebrow curiously at the nurse. How did she think she was, telling him to lay down? Buck shot up off the bed, the wires connecting his chest to the machines ripped off as the nurses jumped.
Across the room, Buck's squad was seated in seats. All of them. Except for Jesse. Buck picked up on this immediately, eyeing the squadron with a confused look and a shrug. "Where is she?" he demanded. Scott was the first to stand up. He walked up to Buck with the calm and disciplined walk of a a marine, and laid his hand on his shoulder. "You may want to sit down for this one...panther..." he spoke cautiously. Buck was not phased. "Where...is...she..." Buck grit his teeth as he squeezed the arm of his squad leader with his left hand. Scott closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. As he glanced down to the floor while rubbing his temples, he managed to let out in an ever so soft tone, "She..didn't make it..."
Buck instantaneously reacted with shock, taking a grand step backwards. He shoved his leader out of the way and dived for the squad's medic, putting him in a choke-hold.
"Why didn't you fucking get her?" he shouted at the poor man. The medic looked up at Buck, his fear-filled eyes hiding behind his white hair locks. "I-I-..." he stuttered before Buck slammed him against the wall. "Why!" he hollered at him, growling as his hand tightened his neck. "I can't....s-s-ave everyone..." he explained in a frantic effort to protect his life. Buck released the man, letting him drop to his seat. Buck clenched his fist, ready to make this guy eat a knuckle sandwich. But then he noticed. His right arm.
Buck gazed at it with shock and horror. He had lost it in the battle. In it's place was a mechanical arm, with gears visible peaking out of a chrome sheet. Buck tried to rotate the arm, but it spun rapidly in a full circle. He tried to clench a fist, but the fingers flied around the palm of the hand, clearly out of his control. A nurse pointed out. "You may be experiencing Hijirkin's Phenomenon...you just need some time to adjust to the arm..." Buck slammed his organic fist in to the nurse's mouth mid-sentence. Buck took a strong stance. He looked around. His squad all displayed the same feeling. But they all showed it to him in different ways. They were all as shocked as Buck was. Buck glared his eyes at his friends as he darted out for the door.
A single tear rolled down his cheek.
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Post by bluesp34r on Jun 15, 2014 16:20:01 GMT
Buck carried his tray over to the table. The mess hall was large, dim, spacious, and noisy. The tray with the table with a slam as Buck took a seat around his comrades, exchanging looks, not words. An open spot was right next to him. Buck picked up the fork with his new robotic arm....slowly...carefully. He dove it into the shaved corn on his tray, cautiously scooping some yellow kernels up. Suddenly, the motors in his arm whined and the corn flied forward, showering a squadmate infront of him with the buttered corn. He only blinked, not changing his facial expression one bit as he wiped it off. Buck dropped the fork. He reached for the spoon, in an attempt to eat some applesauce. His utensil dug into the mashed mass of the fruit, and catapulted across the table, hitting the same man again. All eyes were on the crippled Buck. Buck looked around at the disapproving eyes. He clenched both his fists as he got up. "You know what, guys?" he roared, throwing his tray to the ground. "I'll be in the mech bay. If you need me." An angry Blue Panther marched off to the dormitories.
'Corporal Buck Bradley of the 52nd Armored Squadron. Report to your Commanding Officer.' the intercoms buzzed. Buck got his head off the pillow with a grunt and rolled off the bed. Reluctantly, he marched down the hall until he reached the coveted door. Buck gave three forceful knocks until someone actually opened it for him. The same aged man that had given Buck his briefing many days ago was there. Standing. Arms folded behind his back. A slight, fake, smile cracked. Buck trotted into the room, past the armed guards, looking the man in the eye.
"Good evening, Mister Bradley. How's...th"
"I dropped a toolbox and broke my foot." Buck interrupted. "Does that answer your question?"
The gave a squint at Buck's interruption, before nodding slowly and taking a seat, and motioning Buck to do the same. "Mister Bradley, I.."
"And stop calling me Mister. You know my name and rank."
The man sighed, rubbing his temples with his gloved fingers. "Corporal. It has been a week and your condition has not improved in the slightest. Is this correct?"
"Yes sir."
"We cannot have our men fight when they are suffering from something like Hijirkin's. You must understand. It is a danger to our men. Now, you have two choices, one of them i-"
"I quit." Buck snapped at the man. The man blinked a few times, processing what Buck just said.
"So, you take the second option...you don't even want to try therapy?"
Buck leaned in on the table, getting all up in the old man's face. "Listen to me you bastard..." he said in a hushed tone. "My squad. I'm dead to them. They don't need me anymore. Our missions have been given up to some other team because our squad isn't at full strength anymore. I get that. These guys don't need me here anymore. I am out."
The man gave Buck a look. A look that almost shattered his cage and revealed what emotions he had inside them. The man looked as though he was going to feel sympathy for Buck. Buck wouldn't have this. He got up from his chair, and the old man looked down. "Whenever you're ready...leave your uniform in your bunker...and I'll do the paperwork." Buck said not a word as he marched out of the office, both middle fingers raised.
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Post by bluesp34r on Jun 22, 2014 4:39:47 GMT
Years had passed. Buck had begun to age. It became apparent to him, to everyone around him, that this man was loosing time. But it mattered not to Buck, who just tinkered, repaired, and tested in his little shack on New Magnitka. It was known locally that he was a magician with machines, a magician with a serious attitude problem with a hand sometimes as uncontrollable as his temper. Buck looked in the mirror every other day, noting what's happening to his body. His face began to wrinkle down by his cheeks. His body started to loose some of the muscle he had developed over training for years. And his damn robotic arm was just barely controllable.
It was just another slow day in the workshop. Buck sat in his chair in a small room, a small but geared up room. All kinds of tools and mechanical parts were hanging from the walls. A table with a power saw was seen, covered up with bits of screwdrivers and whiskey bottles. A couple of pamphlets from a clinic could be seen. Things about arthritis, Hijirkin's, Alzheimer's...all of the joys and wonders of aging. Buck sighed, wiping some motor oil off his brown apron, despite his efforts not being noticed as the apron was completely covered in stains, tears, and markings. It was just a slow day, all Buck had to fix was a hoverbike and he had just finished with a family's faulty hovercar engine-despite scaring the children, prompting them to hide in the back. Buck looked at the credits he had earned for his services. He took off an amount of it, putting the larger wad in his wallet. He got up, walked over to an old wooden door, kicked it open due to the rusty hinges not cooperating, and dropped the money in a jar. A jar for what? Swearing? Bad thoughts? Or perhaps a vacation? Retirement?
Buck saw a figure approach the shack. A lone figure. Buck stuck his head out of the doorway and stood out, ready to meet this figure. He was just about two or three inches taller than Buck...maybe four. His jet-black hair was too well-groomed, his suit too clean, and his sunglasses too shady ((Har, har?)) to be considered as a local. Buck eyes the man suspiciously. "What do you want?" He asked him in a harsh, annoyed tone. "It's late dammit. I need to sleep too, you know." The man simple nodded. His facial expression changed not. A briefcase was grasped in his hand, but other than that, there was nothing else with him. No engine, broken into a billion pieces. No battery, spitting out dangerous acids, and certainly no mechs to patch up. The man paused for a moment, before he spoke in a cool tone. "Are you Mister Buck Bradley?" He inquired from the old man, who just gave a simple nod. "May I ask...you have a reputation around here. Quite a reputation. Is it true what they say? You served for NanoTrasen in the war?" Buck took a step forward. Not a bold step, but it definitely spoke confidence. He only frowned and gave the man yet another nod.
"Mister Buck Bradley...you are a traitor to your planet. It is because of people like you that some corporate scumbag rules over our world, his interest being merely for our resources and wealth. You are a part of the disease." The man was absolutely bitter in his tone. Enraged, even! He reached for his pockets and drew out an energy pistol. With a push of his thumb, it shifted from a cool blue to a bright red, fixed on Buck. Suddenly, the old man snapped. He collided his body with the stranger, sending an uppercut to disarm the man. The pistol and the briefcase went flying and landed with a thud. The pistol slid underneath the table, away from the two men. The stranger responded with a jab to Buck's face, causing him to knock backwards a little while he collected himself. Buck's organic fist clenched. His robotic fist whined. With a single-syllable battle cry, he lunged at the man, grabbing at his throat. The man grunted, placing his hands on Buck's hands in an effort to pry the angry old man away. He headbutted, breaking free from Buck's grasp and delivered punch after punch, causing Buck to collapse to the floor. Buck's vision was blurred, he could see double of his foe. But now was not the time. Buck got to his feet, blinked a few times, and delivered blows, feeding the man his fists. Buck's robotic arm suddenly whirred, and drove away from the man's face, giving him time to knee Buck in the face. Buck slumped down against a wall against his will. His nose was bleeding. His vision was fading. With a groan, he sunk deeper and deeper. 'It's true...' He thought to himself. 'I am too old...' Buck's robotic arm calmed down all of a sudden. Buck was able to rotate it at will now. The stranger had left Buck, picking up the energy pistol and his briefcase before returning.
"Farewells, Mister Bradley." He spoke as he pointed the gun at Buck's skull. Buck saw his chance. He kicked the briefcase, the latches on it giving way and allowing papers to suddenly fly about everywhere. The man's aim was warped by this, causing him to shoot and narrowly hit Buck's organic arm before losing his balance. Buck let out a cry as he cringed. Buck raised himself slightly, allowing him to wrap his robotic fingers around the man's neck, squeezing it tightly. Buck removed the gun from his hand, and stuck it into his mouth, looking down at the poor man and seeing fear in his eyes now that his shades had been knocked to the ground and broken. "Listen...here....you...you...b-bastard..." Buck was out of breath. He could hardly even speak a sentence. The man mumbled something with the gun in his mouth, something in a fearful tone. "Who...sent...you...?" Buck asked, elevating the gun slightly. The man managed to make out. "NMRM...New Mag' Resistance Movement...rebel leaders....from t-the war...p-please don't Mister Bradley...Please have mercy..." Buck growled at the man like a panther, a Blue Panther. He lowered the gun back into his mouth as he kicked and screamed, suppressed by Buck's tightening robotic grip. Buck stopped for a second. The man did too. He looked up at Buck, his eyes almost in tears. Buck saw these eyes, and something...happened inside. He felt compelled to remove the gun from his lips...he felt as though he should help him off his feet...he felt as though he should just let him go...But Buck suddenly snapped into something else, and squeezed the trigger. The man's eyes rolled in the sudden shock and sealed themselves shut. The body gave a final twitch, before falling limp. Buck got up, breathing heavily, exhausted from the battle. He looked outside. Lights were up. They definitely heard. Buck eyed the deadman in his workplace, and then back to the outside, then back to his workplace. Buck knew what he had to do now.
It wasn't safe anymore. The agency would send more and more until the job was done. His duties to NanoTrasen has dubbed him a target, something that can't be erased anymore. Buck picked up a toolbox, dark blue. With his robotic arm. Buck smiled; he had finally gained full control over the damn thing. He had beat Hijirkin's Phenomenon. Buck casually walked out, wiping the blood off his jumpsuit with a rag he kept in his pocket, again, failing to make a noticeable difference among the evidence of the filth. He walked down a road, late in the night, he wrapped the rag about the wound on his organic arm, stopping the bleeding. The police sirens whirred. Buck kept walking. Walking for a new life somewhere...maybe a different town, a different planet, maybe even somewhere out in space...? Wherever he was going, it wasn't safe here. Not anymore. Things change, some things are kept, but most are lost, Buck had learned. Things like friends, your ways of life are all subject to cruel change. Hell, you can even lose your damn arm. You can get old and sick. Buck looked back in his trail, still continuing forward. The police had pulled up to the shack. They couldn't see Buck walking away in the dead of the night; He was too far already.
Buck took off into the darkness. A new life waited for him. Whether it was as exciting as his past one, or something that made him happy, it will never, ever be the same for him. Somewhere among the stars, a Blue Panther roams.
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Post by bluesp34r on Jun 22, 2014 4:42:34 GMT
And that's the end of Buck's backstory. Thanks for reading, I appreciate it.
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Post by PumpkingSlice on Jun 22, 2014 8:32:08 GMT
I can say I really enjoyed reading that. Good work.
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Post by farcry11 on Jun 22, 2014 8:37:02 GMT
Very good writing. I commend you, Blue.
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Post by Casperf1 on Jun 22, 2014 18:36:22 GMT
Well. I really enjoyed that, nice work. I can see why uncie Buck is such an asshole now. I'll still seduce him as a borg, one way or another.
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Post by bluesp34r on Jun 22, 2014 18:59:47 GMT
Maybe if you were a male borg.
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Post by farcry11 on Jun 22, 2014 19:06:23 GMT
Borgs are genderless dammit
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Post by bluesp34r on Jun 22, 2014 19:35:10 GMT
Well then you better add a few extra parts if you wanna go anywhere.
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