Flash Posted February 13, 2002 Share Posted February 13, 2002 The year.. is SE (secundum exitium; After Destruction) 435. More than 400 years ago, a terrible calamity shocked the world, and destroyed many of the colonies in outer space... The massive city-like structures in space crashed down to Earth cleansing more than half of the planet's surface of all life... People ran from the firestorms that followed. Running to a safe haven, seeking refuge; Sadly, they found none. The world was in chaos, and remained like this for nearly 20 years. Nearly no records of the event survived, and much of Earth's history was lost. The next generation grew up not knowing much of the history of the earth, or the human race. Eventually, as they grew into Philosophers, and Historians, Scientists and Archaeologists, they began to uncover the mysteries of their planet... Soon enough, Earth had bee much restored to it's previous state, with the exception of one major detail, that nearly no-one knew of... The Mobile suits, massive mechs, piloted by humans. Ever since the great destruction, All of Earths Mobile suits has vanished... Not even their remains or derelict chassis could be found, and thus, they were forgotten. But not by all. Bound by fate, and destined to fight together in the battle to end all battles, a handful of skilled Mech pilots have assembled, to pilot their Gundams for the fate of the Earth. Assembling from all corners of the globe, the pilots fight each in their own respective Mobile Suits... Yet, as they prepare themselves for battle, an enemy unknown lurks far away, beginning their attack. Outpost Delta, Mars orbit. The several chief operators of the station rush to the main ops room, most still in their pajamas, dressing gowns flung clumsly over their backs. The door for the main room slides open, and inside they find chaos. Klaxons wailing, sirens going off everywhere. Many screens are flashing red, and all of the Operators are in a frenzy... The door behind the cheif operators slides open once more, and a stern, bulky man walks in, with a grim, angered look on his face... He is Captain, commander of Delta Outpost. Captain: Just what in the hell is going on? Operator: Sir, there's an unidentified mass of objects heading this way. Captain: Not transport ships, I take it. Operator: No, sir. Captain: Well, what are they? Operator: We... Don't know, sir. Chief Op. #1: Move out of the way, rookie! The Chief operator pushes the young Ops Technician out of his seat, and takes his place. He puts on some earphones, and taps in keys rapidly... Screens all around him flash up with Proxy Warnings, and Hull status reports... Then, the image of the approaching force slowly appears on screen, still being unscrambled... The lines and static are still blatant on screen. Captain: Why is there so much interference? Cheif Op. #1: I don't know, Captain.. It's like something's blocking it... Captain: What?! Impossible! Unless... Chief Op. #2: Pirates of somekind, Captain? They could be using somekind of Radar Jamming-- The Second Chief operators voice is cut off by a massive explosion, that shakes the station.. everyone grips on, as the station is rocked by a cascade of beam energy, the type only emitted from the most powerful of beam weapons. The hull status screens show the hull slowly beginning to deteriorate, roughly a 1% every ten seconds... Captain rushes to the Commanders monitor and chair, and sits down, assessing the situation... Captain: ...Pirates don't have beam weapons with such range... No-one does... Surely not mobile Beam weapons?! How?! How would they get the cooling power--any power, at that! The station is rocked again, by another explosion... The Solar panels of the outpost are being targeted, and slowly destroyed... Operator: We're down to 80% hull integrity, sir. Captain: Launch the shield relays. Arm all weapons. Fire at will. Operator: Aye, sir. The Operator gives the order, and the outpost gets into it's battlestations... The small Shield Modules launch out, and form a protective layer around the structure of the outpost... Meanwhile, all of the Outposts turrets begin to protude from the generally smooth surface of the station... the all aim towards the mass of ships flying towards them, and fire... The shield relays shut down momentarily, as the beams pass. When the beams are about to hit the opposing forces, the enemy ships suddenly disperse, all heading in what appears to be a strategic formation towards the outpost... The ships come into clearer view, and the Captain stands up, looking in semi-awe at the screen... Suddenly, the face of a man appears on the screen, face shrouded in darkness... ????: Hello, Captain. Long time no see, eh? Pity this was such a short meeting. I'll see you on the other side. Captain: No, wait! But the man has already disappeared, leaving only the images of the ships getting closer and closer on screen... The captain orders a magnification, and the operators work at lightning fast speed to display... The Captain reels in horror at what he sees... Massive, black, gothic-looking ships, each with a sort of dirty-bronze sort of cornering. But the ships themselves were not to be feared. It was their cargo that spelt inpendable doom. Huge frieght boxes, four of them on each ship, all housing an army of monumental proportions... The first two ships released their boxes, which fell back slightly, and then were ripped open, by hundreds of demonic Mobile dolls. The dolls, lifeless, fully robotic Mobile suits, all rushed towards the station, at breakneck speeds.. They appeared on screen in a few seconds, and then vanished from sight... Captain put one hand up to his forehead... Captain: May God have mercy on us all... A firestorm ripped through the outpost, and in a few seconds, the entire station had been pierced with the harsh beams from the Mobile dolls' rifles... A massive explosion incurred, shattering the calm, untouched vastness of space... Ripples of spacial displacement flew in all directions, sending debris across the system... The Mobile dolls return to fly alongside the massive cargo ships, all heading towards one common target... Earth... ----------------------------------------- Alright, here's the part you all have been waiting for, The Sign-up sheet! Don't worry, you don't need to know hardly anything about Gundams. It would help if you knew some essential things, though. Name: Age: Height: Weight: Bio/History: Description: Homeland: Gundam Name: Model Number (optional): Description: Armament (standard weapons): System: (The suits operating system. Can be Zero, Trace or whatever, make something up if you want. Don't limit yourself!) Finally, the Gundams in the Revolution universe are far superior than Gundams in the other universes, because they have a very special power. The power to--dare I say--'Evolve'. This new 'Evolution' system allows the Gundam to progress, and get stronger, as its pilot does much the same. This allows for the Gundam to 'evolve' in certain fields. They are; Attack--The damage the Gundam can inflict with punches/kicks, physical combat, etc. Defence--How much endurance and strength the Gundam has against enemy attacks. Close-Range--How well the Gundam can attack/defend with Close range weapons, etc. Long-Range--How well the Gundam can use long range weaponary, attack, aim, etc. Speed--How fast and agile the Gundam is, in terms of speed and reaction. You'll have 1000 points to spread over these 5 areas. Leveling them up will take training, or victory in combat.. Good luck, pilots.. --------------------------------------- And I, shall post my Sign-up. Name: Flash Murakumo Age: 19 Height: 6'0" Weight: 65kg Bio/History: Flash was born in Neo-Leningrad in SE 416. He was raised by his Russian mother, Kalinka, and English father, Robert. At the age of 5 he started showing an interest in Tactical Warfare, and the concept of Atomic Theory... At the age of 8, he became addicted to Japanese anime, amazed by the massive Mecha robots, with lazer guns, and huge missile launchers. By the age of 13 he had already designed a Mech, which by all standards would work, provided he had the materials; which he didn't. On an outing with his father when he was 16, they discovered an old military bunker buried deep in the snow... After unearthing it, they got in, and discovered the legendary Cossack Gundam, rather damaged, and surrounded by snow, and many skeletons... After working through some of the battered and damaged electronic systems, Flash managed to get Cossack operational... It worked--Only just, though. After 3 years of redesigning, rebuilding and revamping, Cossack Gundam was rebuilt, and totally operational. Little does Flash know what the fate of himself, and Cossack Gundam has in store for them, and the rest of the earth... Description: Medium length, spikey grey hair, pulled back in a spikey ponytail. wears a red bandanna, and his hair spikes up over the top. Wears a black tanktop shirt, black pants, black combat boots, covered by an old grey Soviet military jacket. Sometimes wears fingerless gloves. Also, his right eye is blue, yet his left eye is a startling red.. Homeland: Neo-Leningrad, Russia Gundam Name: Cossack Model Number: SVTMS01 Description: See picture. Armament: Also on picture. System: XT1 (Xero Trace One-A combination of both Zero and Mobile Trace systems.. Very good in battle, but very stressful on most pilots...) Attack---------- 200 Defence-------- 200 Close-Range-- 200 Long-Range--- 200 Speed---------- 200 --------------------------------- Let's begin... Oh, and this post verges on 10000 characters! My longest post ever! Yay for me!! ..I mean, uhh, yeah, sign up.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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