Ethereal Retribution

(This is my first time doing an RP here, and it's been a LONG time since I've done forum RP, so forgive me if I'm a little rusty or anything of that nature... n.n;)

A couple of years ago, Mobius was visited by the ambassadors of several alien races who allegedly sought to peaceably instill commerce and trade, and ultimately help Mobians improve their way of life in exchange for certain sciences and resources. Many leaders of Mobius agreed though some were opposed on the premise that these races were strangers to them. The votes to go through with starting commerce with these offworlders was the greater one, however, and thus began with seemed to be a brighter era for planet Mobius... at first, at least.

With technology far beyond that of Mobian security, less savory characters with a more sinister agenda began making their way onto the planet. The population of entire villages began disappearing, as well as more vital resources and certain leaders in the technological industry. The reasoning behind these disappearances, or whether those who have vanished are even alive, remains a mystery to this day. The alien races who initially made contact with Mobius claim to be looking into it on the belief that it may be rogues within their own ranks, but few believe that at this point.

Today, most remaining Mobians do not even reside on their home planet. With Mobius in the condition it's in, many have spread out across the galaxy in order to start their lives anew.

One such Mobian happens to be a wolf girl around 18 years of age. Her fur is a rich, deep red and her eyes are a sweet shade of lavender. Wearing a teal hoodie and a pair of brown overalls, the girl is currently walking the streets of the planet Rewope; the less developed areas of it, to be exact. This planet is famed for its automation, if only in the three most highly developed cities. Being a technology specialist and having learned much more in her travels since leaving Mobius, this is where the girl hopes to find some work in helping advance technology in these less developed areas. It's a start, she figures, as she absentmindedly takes a bite of her sandwich as she walks.

(( I'll probably pitch in something tomorrow, I like the setting. ))

( time to make my entrance)

High above the Sky of Neo Mobotropolis three fighter craft fly above the city lines as a demonstration of the Planetary Defense force's commitment to protecting the planet. Inside one of the craft's cockpit a Brown Dog rests laying down his eyes closed as he controls the fighter with his mind. The outside of the fighter projected into his mind along with the status of the aircraft, weapons, altitude, speed, radar and other features typically in a heads up display.

'Blue flight. This is Blue Leader. I want you to follow me as we commit to an aileron roll. Stay in sync. We just need to do a few more maneuvers to show off the upgrades to this new control system.' A female voice with a picture of an African American Female with short hair show up on the display in the dog's mind

'This is Blue 3. I understand Captain. Even with flying these I feel weird in this. Even with the technology distributed 15 years ago I never thought that aircraft would be controlled by the mind' the dog would reply to his superior.

After some more maneuvers the planes would land at the nearest airport where a crowd watches and claps. Many races enjoy the demonstration. As the cockpit of the planes open up the dog raises his hand to cover his eyes as he climbs out he places sunglasses over his eyes as he walks with the human and an alien cyborg. Raises there arms to wave at the people for a successful demonstration of the updated flight system.

-With the expansion from beyond Mobius, came with the complicated task of over seeing security among the stars, While many had resided on newer plants they would not be the only ones, G.U.N's military had expanded and adapted too send expeditionary forces too various worlds as a means of peace keeping forces. 

Holding too much the same as their role on Mobius G.U.N would have its military spread among a few planets too protect and defend. It had its own interests and agendas for sending forces off world too new planets but its core idea was to serve and protect. 

Having never really left his own home world behind a pilot with in the mech core of G.U.N Rex Lysander and a few others had been resigned too Rewope as a means of boosting the defenses on the planet. 

A single transport whizzed over the city heading for the outskirts of the vast metropolis landscape, inside the ships cargo bay was Rex sitting inside the cockpit of his mech the Victor, as the vessel flew over he had a perfect view of the new world he had just arrived at, relaxing in his chair music blazing away of "Welcome too the jungle." 

Nodding his head slowly tapping his finger upon the arm rest while he listen too music, suddenly being interrupted by the pilot of the ship indicating they were 5 mins from drop point, their reason for dropping him further away from the city was not too cause panic or distress for seeing a 14 meter tall battle mech suddenly dropping. 

After the message reached him, he confirmed and began the power up sequence bringing the goliath machine too life as its fusion powered reactor came online, With a sudden thud they had made planet fall and a successful touch down. 

the hanger bay alarm went off as the gantry ramp slowly lowered touching down on firm ground, with a simple hand signal from pilot too hanger crew, Rex gently eased the throttle too about 32kph as the large machine walked onto Rewope with grace and stride, its feet making heavy impact sounds as he walked forward.-

"Thanks for the transport Captain, I'll make my way from here on out..have a safe trip back too base Sky hawk."

-The large ship disembarks off the ground and returns from where it came, now deployed Rex had to figure out which nav point he was suppose to go too, he was here for security and protection, nothing more or less, G.U.N had been wary of the Aliens ever since their arrival on Mobius, even far from their home they still wish too ensure security should any thing would happen.- 

So away he went at walk speed, the foot steps making loud thud sounds, any one near by would no doubt not only hear it but kinda hard too miss something that is 14 meters tall.-

"Should of told them I was not good at navigation...this may take a while too figure out where I am suppose too go." 

(Cool I'm gonna use my PMC Kamille:
https://i.imgur.com/GLmPaaQ.png
I hope you don't mind!
I also hope you’re okay with how Military Fiction this RP ended up being.)


"Mechs really?" Kamille radioed to her nearby comrade. "What kind of enemy are they expecting for that kind of hardware?" She was patrolling the outer edge of the radio station, and heard a sound she recognized from web games.

“I don’t know, Kamille.” The radio buzzed back, “But I hear it’s with that G.U.N. force that’s finally here to relieve us.”

The private security corporation Caraway Red was hired to support the PDF’s efforts, at least until the ‘real’ soldiers arrived from GUN. Kamille’s rifle didn’t even fire real bullets. just rubber rounds. Caraway wasn’t experienced with military operations. They were generally hired for site security, civil defence, or riot control. This mission had been a little different.

Their engineers were hired to maintain several radio/radar stations outside the city limits. These stations were normally unmanned and controlled from a central location in the city center, but security had become unusually tight. Caraway was hired as temporary measure to run the stations until GUN or PDF recruits could take over.

"It looks like the big guy is lost.” Another Caraway Operator, in the scanning room, replied. “He’s at least two clicks to the east of us and heading towards the city. This could cause quite a stink if the locals first meeting with GUN is a military grade robot walking right into the highway.”

“Operators Kamille and Wallace I know you know better than to use this channel for chit-chat during an operation.” The regional sub-director chimed in to the radio chatter.

“What about me?” The Scanning Room operator pouted.

“Kevin, you wouldn’t stop gossiping if you were surrounded by sleeping venom hounds.” His director teased.

Kamille piped up with what they have found out, "Sir, I hear the GUN Mech is lost and needs an escort.”


“Well thank you for volunteering, Operator Kamille. Take a buggy and meet up with it. Kevin in the Scanning Room will lead you there.” The sub-director ordered.

“Ahh dammit,” She bleated in disappointment, “they know I hate driving those rust buckets. My feet barely reach the pedals.”

“Operator Kamille, you know you’re still broadcasting?”

“Um…. Yes Sir, I’ll deploy a buggy immediately!” Her voice cracked as she shouted into her microphone.

“After you rendezvous, lead him to the City’s primary airfield for inspection and demonstration.”

“The primary airfield, where the PDF Flight tests are going on?”

“The very same. After the airshow the city is planning a banquet for PDF and GUN Pilots.”

“Can I…” She piped up, thinking of the Rew Spice Potatoes that would most likely be at the banquet.

“No Kamille, unless a GUN or PDF officer gives you a direct order, you’re to return to base immediately. Our Contract is paid in full so we’re getting off this planet.”

“Yes sir.” She pouted and returned to the motor pool. Someone had left a wooden block for her to push the pedal down with. She loaded her equipment into the buggy and plugged her radio system into the buggy’s speakers. With her buggy loaded up she headed out.

After about a half hour of driving and tracking she came up upon the mech. “GUN Automation, GUN Automation, This is Operator Kamille Sneaux of the PDF’s Support Forces. You’re um... riding awfully close to a populated zone. If you need assistance reaching the Airbase, I’m here to provide it.”


“And then we can go home!” She squeaked, still forgetting to turn off her radio.