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Backstory;
[spoili]Welcome to Nirvana, Well, thats what we call it, its as far from it as you get. grease smoke, chemical fumes, Machine exhaust and other pollutants cling to the city like a permanent shroud. Even at midday the lower levels are forever in twilight. If your lucky and managed to get a pass to the high spires or viewing balconies you could see Ahead of the city, for there is most definatly a front, and behind it are two more much like it but very different all the same. The one ahead of us glitters like the sun, they call it Avalon, no smog covers that one it runs on some old tech, all clean air and birdsong. The one behind us, They call that one Elysium, is also clouded in smoke and pollutants, but those ones are different they stink of burning fat and rotting corpses, they say Elysium runs on evil technology that requires the sacrifice of living creatures. and on we still move, Nirvana rolling on its huge treads, Avalon on its wheels, and Elysium skittering on its 12 spider like legs. There are more like us ahead and behind.
Why do we travel like this you ask? Because we are being harried and chased. we run across this blasted wasteland of our own making, from monsters of our own making.
Long ago, something terrible happened, Something people call The Rift, Reality and Fantasy mixed. or at-least that's what they say, Long ago the beasts that roam our lands were only fairy tails or that's what they call them. As an attempt to seal the rift the governments of the world tried to nuke its source, which failed, The Rift itself, or whatever created the rift retaliated, obliterating huge swathes of the earth reducing it to a wasteland, cities were wiped off the map, oceans were dried up. The world was left a barren waste land. Then the rift spat forth everything, Technology we couldn't understand, monsters we couldn't even dream of. So we did what we could, we took anything we could use and we moved entire cities. And its continued ever since. Every few dozen years the Rift appears some where else and spits out more Monsters and more Technology.
Why do we keep moving do you ask? Because of the things the the Rift unleashed, Things that we can fight, but are in such numbers we could never survive. So we run from rift to rift collecting technology and avoiding death.
How do we fight them? The Mercenary Armies. Groups of Merc's who fight for money, The Coalition of Cities pays them a 'standing' rate, a small amount that lets them get by, however they get a large bonus each time they take one of the creatures down. These Merc's pilot the 'God Machines' weapons of war that are made from the Rift Tech that are strange as they are lethal, When you look at them you'd never guess they were capable of what they do, rag tag bunch of random machines. but when you see them fight, you understand why they are called "God Machines." they look like they could take on a god.
What requires such things to fight them you ask? Monsters, Monsters of such horrific nightmares that any man or woman in their right mind would run screaming.
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Arcadia, the latest addition to the motley collection of walking cities, She moves on Half tracks, Half huge wheels, Wheels bigger than all but the God Machines. Lacking God Machines of her own the other cities Mercenary forces are offered a place. Unlike Nirvana or Elysium she is not covered in smog or dark smoke, But unlike Avalon the air isn't crisp and pure, Her Nucular fuel is running low and she's starting to rely on ancient coal and oil furnaces, so while the air is still nice, there is always a hint of steam and coal smoke there.
Arcadia being the latest to join the ever growing convoy of moving cities is at the back of the group, and thus the forfront of combat with The Nightmares. The unholy abominations that are attacking the remnants of humanity. Meaning that the pay is higher, as are the risks. but the perks are better as are the bars.
Those who answer the request of the new city are guaranteed these things. However, they are not guaranteed to come back alive.
The First time most of these pilots get to meet each other is as their God Machines are walked in to the hanger of Arcadia.
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James smiled, not even realising it, It would be good to get back in to the fight, He'd been holed up in Zion for too long, the city was way to far down the chain to see anything but the smoke of battles being fought far down he line. he was going to enjoy piloting Augmenautus Rex in to battle once again, the thrill of combat the joy of hurling shell after shell in to the foe, the feeling of armoured plates cracking under his claws. NO. he rained his thoughts in sharply those was not his thoughts they were the desires of Augmenautus Rex seeping through the mind impulse link he used to command the titanic war machine. He was skittering through the groups of cities, dodging the dumping of waste materials and the ocational spider like limb. he was enjoying this exercise in pre-emptive dodging, Though it wasn't what he was ment to be doing, his instructions were to pull away from the convoy and wait untill Arcadia got to him. Like hell he was sitting still while he could be running around and enjoying some non-combat time inside Augmenautus Rex.
He reached Arcadia within the next 15 minutes, hailing it he waited till the ramp for access to the hanger was partly lowered and lept up on to it, stabilizing himself against the shuddering that he caused and skittered down in to the hanger, the metallic legs clicking and cracking as he walked across the floor. In his mind's eye he did what he always used to do before parking up, before the injury. He stretched out all his limbs and yawned, being in the command chair always made him ache, and he still felt that in his bones, a long ago memory. on the outside Augmenautus Rex flexed its tail, the plates sliding across each other with soft screams of metal, the claws flexed, the chain bladed rippers snapping back and forth as if stretching with is pilot. the involuntary actions finished James walked Augmenautus Rex in to its designated bay, well the one he'd designated, it was empty, it was dead across from the exit ramp meaning he didn't have to turn or change his angle when entering or exiting, meaning he could just sprint straight out. He smiled inveterately again as Augmenautus Rex spirit purred in agreement to his positioning. Detaching himself from the interface he initated the process that would lower his life support casket in to the assembly that let him move, talk, and interact with others and then on to the floor, deposited from the underside of Augmenautus Rex like some obscene egg James was set down, spider like legs allowing him to walk across the ground easily, using the several cameras mounted around the casket he looked round for his engineering team who'd arrived earlier that day by glider. he 'waved' them over by turning on one of the lights on the casket and blinking it in their direction. "Gentlemen." He said his voice being emitted by two speakers either side of the casket " The left claw is sluggish and I think The right middle leg needs a new thigh plate." He said politely, while the engineers new how the machine worked, no one could beat James on knowing what was wrong. Unlike other pilots when he was inside Augmenautus Rex he wasn't just driving a God Machine, He was Augmenautus Rex.
Walking to one of the 'safe zones' of the hanger floor where the God Machines didn't walk he settled down and awaited the arrival of other pilots, curious as to who would join him.
[spoili]Welcome to Nirvana, Well, thats what we call it, its as far from it as you get. grease smoke, chemical fumes, Machine exhaust and other pollutants cling to the city like a permanent shroud. Even at midday the lower levels are forever in twilight. If your lucky and managed to get a pass to the high spires or viewing balconies you could see Ahead of the city, for there is most definatly a front, and behind it are two more much like it but very different all the same. The one ahead of us glitters like the sun, they call it Avalon, no smog covers that one it runs on some old tech, all clean air and birdsong. The one behind us, They call that one Elysium, is also clouded in smoke and pollutants, but those ones are different they stink of burning fat and rotting corpses, they say Elysium runs on evil technology that requires the sacrifice of living creatures. and on we still move, Nirvana rolling on its huge treads, Avalon on its wheels, and Elysium skittering on its 12 spider like legs. There are more like us ahead and behind.
Why do we travel like this you ask? Because we are being harried and chased. we run across this blasted wasteland of our own making, from monsters of our own making.
Long ago, something terrible happened, Something people call The Rift, Reality and Fantasy mixed. or at-least that's what they say, Long ago the beasts that roam our lands were only fairy tails or that's what they call them. As an attempt to seal the rift the governments of the world tried to nuke its source, which failed, The Rift itself, or whatever created the rift retaliated, obliterating huge swathes of the earth reducing it to a wasteland, cities were wiped off the map, oceans were dried up. The world was left a barren waste land. Then the rift spat forth everything, Technology we couldn't understand, monsters we couldn't even dream of. So we did what we could, we took anything we could use and we moved entire cities. And its continued ever since. Every few dozen years the Rift appears some where else and spits out more Monsters and more Technology.
Why do we keep moving do you ask? Because of the things the the Rift unleashed, Things that we can fight, but are in such numbers we could never survive. So we run from rift to rift collecting technology and avoiding death.
How do we fight them? The Mercenary Armies. Groups of Merc's who fight for money, The Coalition of Cities pays them a 'standing' rate, a small amount that lets them get by, however they get a large bonus each time they take one of the creatures down. These Merc's pilot the 'God Machines' weapons of war that are made from the Rift Tech that are strange as they are lethal, When you look at them you'd never guess they were capable of what they do, rag tag bunch of random machines. but when you see them fight, you understand why they are called "God Machines." they look like they could take on a god.
What requires such things to fight them you ask? Monsters, Monsters of such horrific nightmares that any man or woman in their right mind would run screaming.
[/spoili]
Arcadia, the latest addition to the motley collection of walking cities, She moves on Half tracks, Half huge wheels, Wheels bigger than all but the God Machines. Lacking God Machines of her own the other cities Mercenary forces are offered a place. Unlike Nirvana or Elysium she is not covered in smog or dark smoke, But unlike Avalon the air isn't crisp and pure, Her Nucular fuel is running low and she's starting to rely on ancient coal and oil furnaces, so while the air is still nice, there is always a hint of steam and coal smoke there.
Arcadia being the latest to join the ever growing convoy of moving cities is at the back of the group, and thus the forfront of combat with The Nightmares. The unholy abominations that are attacking the remnants of humanity. Meaning that the pay is higher, as are the risks. but the perks are better as are the bars.
Those who answer the request of the new city are guaranteed these things. However, they are not guaranteed to come back alive.
The First time most of these pilots get to meet each other is as their God Machines are walked in to the hanger of Arcadia.
______________________
James smiled, not even realising it, It would be good to get back in to the fight, He'd been holed up in Zion for too long, the city was way to far down the chain to see anything but the smoke of battles being fought far down he line. he was going to enjoy piloting Augmenautus Rex in to battle once again, the thrill of combat the joy of hurling shell after shell in to the foe, the feeling of armoured plates cracking under his claws. NO. he rained his thoughts in sharply those was not his thoughts they were the desires of Augmenautus Rex seeping through the mind impulse link he used to command the titanic war machine. He was skittering through the groups of cities, dodging the dumping of waste materials and the ocational spider like limb. he was enjoying this exercise in pre-emptive dodging, Though it wasn't what he was ment to be doing, his instructions were to pull away from the convoy and wait untill Arcadia got to him. Like hell he was sitting still while he could be running around and enjoying some non-combat time inside Augmenautus Rex.
He reached Arcadia within the next 15 minutes, hailing it he waited till the ramp for access to the hanger was partly lowered and lept up on to it, stabilizing himself against the shuddering that he caused and skittered down in to the hanger, the metallic legs clicking and cracking as he walked across the floor. In his mind's eye he did what he always used to do before parking up, before the injury. He stretched out all his limbs and yawned, being in the command chair always made him ache, and he still felt that in his bones, a long ago memory. on the outside Augmenautus Rex flexed its tail, the plates sliding across each other with soft screams of metal, the claws flexed, the chain bladed rippers snapping back and forth as if stretching with is pilot. the involuntary actions finished James walked Augmenautus Rex in to its designated bay, well the one he'd designated, it was empty, it was dead across from the exit ramp meaning he didn't have to turn or change his angle when entering or exiting, meaning he could just sprint straight out. He smiled inveterately again as Augmenautus Rex spirit purred in agreement to his positioning. Detaching himself from the interface he initated the process that would lower his life support casket in to the assembly that let him move, talk, and interact with others and then on to the floor, deposited from the underside of Augmenautus Rex like some obscene egg James was set down, spider like legs allowing him to walk across the ground easily, using the several cameras mounted around the casket he looked round for his engineering team who'd arrived earlier that day by glider. he 'waved' them over by turning on one of the lights on the casket and blinking it in their direction. "Gentlemen." He said his voice being emitted by two speakers either side of the casket " The left claw is sluggish and I think The right middle leg needs a new thigh plate." He said politely, while the engineers new how the machine worked, no one could beat James on knowing what was wrong. Unlike other pilots when he was inside Augmenautus Rex he wasn't just driving a God Machine, He was Augmenautus Rex.
Walking to one of the 'safe zones' of the hanger floor where the God Machines didn't walk he settled down and awaited the arrival of other pilots, curious as to who would join him.
