Post by Grimmlocke on Jun 24, 2006 2:11:35 GMT -5
OOC: Mweh, I got tired of not writing Matrix stuff, and Zane has been getting kinda restless in my head, so I've started to crap out another "future?" rp. In this future (10 years ahead), the balance of power between Zion and 01 has remained. Due to expansion pressures, the humans have spread out into a second city, for now called Outpost. In retaliation, the Machines have allowed their equally expanding human population to inhabit a city that they have begun to construct. It has been given the extremely imaginative moniker 02. The only humans that remain in 01 are in the Academy, where all freed minds that wish to join the fight.
Okay, the main reason I made 02 and Outpost is to have "frontier" areas. You know, like the towns of the Old West. They're incomplete, in an almost constant change. New tunnels are being drilled, which is noisy, power is being brought in (In the form of portable generators, scrapped hovercraft powercores, in the case of the Zionists, and imported human heat/fusion generators for the Machinists.) Both are bustling, vibrant towns. In an ironic turn of events, the Matrix has been slowly expanded into a wide countryside.
Sadly, the war is hot inside the Matrix. On the outside, both sides are far to busy building to bother attacking each other.
Welcome, to my Future.
IC: "Reamus, we've got the package, and now we need an exit." Five Zionists sped down a dirt road. The Captain of the group sat in front on the passenger's side, speaking into his cell phone. The operator could be heard speaking on the other side. "Well, you're heading into the city now, so it'll be easier to find you one there."
"Yeah, I hope we do. Because you know it's more dangerous there." The car jumped as it hit a speed bump that seperated the countryside from the outskirts of the city.
Soon, the vehicle was flashing past skyscrapers and pedestrians. "Reamus, I need an exit and I need it now!" Everyone in the car was becoming more and more tense, their eyes darting from building to building as the passed them.
"So, where are they, Captain?" One operative asked, her head swiveling to face the man in the front seat.
"I don't know, Siren, I don't know. Stay alert. They could be anywhere."
A few miles down the road, a lone woman tracked the car through the scope affixed to her rifle. She grinned and spoke into the air, the bluetooth enabled phone on her ear picking up her words. "Zane, I have a shot. Should I take it?" Her voice, cold and emotionless, was answered by a male equivilent. "Go."
Back in the car, the operatives remained vigilant. Suddenly, a single shot rang out. "Oh, no. Did you hear that?" A wheel popped and went flat, the rubber sailing off to the side. Someone swore as the car swerved out of control and tilted crazily to the side before tipping over and scraping along the gorund. As soon as the car had stopped, operatives were leaping out and pulling out their assorted weaponry.
The first three operatives were taken down before they could get off a shot. The Driver fired three times before catching a round in the shoulder. In contrast to the rest of his crew, the captain sprinted down a nearby alleyway. As soon as he leapt up onto a nearby rooftop, his cell rang. He opened it up. "Reamus?"
"No, Havok. Guess again." A teasing voice filtered through. "Zane."
Two people jumped up to join him on the rooftop. The same black-clad woman that had shot out the tires smiled at him and pointed her rifle at him. "Bang, Havok. You're dead." She smiled.
The other Soldier in black ran a glove through his short blonde hair. "Man, Havok. Just because there were more on your team than on mine, it didn't mean that you had an automatic win."
"Yeah, yeah...whatever."
The simulation world behind them dissappeared into the white of the Construct. One by one, operatives began to wink out as they were jacked out. The black clad woman winked at the man called Zane. "Catch you on the flipside, hon." She dissapeared.
He sat up, the red goo of the fusion device dripping off of him. A pair of slippery lips met his before he could free his eyes. As soon as he could speak, he called her name. "Artemis."
"You're hot today." She smiled down and wiped his eyes for him. She was plainly of Asian descent, her light skin shorn of all body hair, save a set of finely arching eyebrows. Somehow, she made bald look good.
"Eric!" The man turned too look at a rather upset looking older man. "Zane." He said.
"And don't you forget it, kid. You don't get to use it until I say you do." Zane watched as his former charge stood up and dressed. At 17, the young warrior was nearing his first command. Of course, his skill, combined with his youth, had given rise to a rather large amount of pride.
"Why? I'm as good as you were when you got your first command! Why can't I be Zane? It's not like you use it anymore."
Zane blinked. "Why? Because you haven't got a ship yet. Your group is barely battle-proven. There are hundreds of thousands of millions of reasons why you aren't yet." Zane was proud of Eric for being chosen to lead a strike force of talented young warriors. Each one had recycled the name of other Machinist heroes. The only difference was that, besides Zane, the heroes were dead.
"Nice work on the program, by the way. Why don't you and your team go cool off back in the barracks?" Zane's gaze swept the small room. In response, Eric led his group out of the Power Complex. They each wore simple black tunics and pants, and their black boots echoed off the metal floor.
Zane shook his head as the door slid shut behind them. They were skilled, but they were over confident. He began to think of possible ways to test them against their counterparts in the Zionist military.
Mentally, he began to compose a message to put down and send to his enemies underground.
OOC: Mweh, I'm tired now. Besides, I've a eight hour shift for work tommorrow. Fare thee well, for now....
Okay, the main reason I made 02 and Outpost is to have "frontier" areas. You know, like the towns of the Old West. They're incomplete, in an almost constant change. New tunnels are being drilled, which is noisy, power is being brought in (In the form of portable generators, scrapped hovercraft powercores, in the case of the Zionists, and imported human heat/fusion generators for the Machinists.) Both are bustling, vibrant towns. In an ironic turn of events, the Matrix has been slowly expanded into a wide countryside.
Sadly, the war is hot inside the Matrix. On the outside, both sides are far to busy building to bother attacking each other.
Welcome, to my Future.
IC: "Reamus, we've got the package, and now we need an exit." Five Zionists sped down a dirt road. The Captain of the group sat in front on the passenger's side, speaking into his cell phone. The operator could be heard speaking on the other side. "Well, you're heading into the city now, so it'll be easier to find you one there."
"Yeah, I hope we do. Because you know it's more dangerous there." The car jumped as it hit a speed bump that seperated the countryside from the outskirts of the city.
Soon, the vehicle was flashing past skyscrapers and pedestrians. "Reamus, I need an exit and I need it now!" Everyone in the car was becoming more and more tense, their eyes darting from building to building as the passed them.
"So, where are they, Captain?" One operative asked, her head swiveling to face the man in the front seat.
"I don't know, Siren, I don't know. Stay alert. They could be anywhere."
A few miles down the road, a lone woman tracked the car through the scope affixed to her rifle. She grinned and spoke into the air, the bluetooth enabled phone on her ear picking up her words. "Zane, I have a shot. Should I take it?" Her voice, cold and emotionless, was answered by a male equivilent. "Go."
Back in the car, the operatives remained vigilant. Suddenly, a single shot rang out. "Oh, no. Did you hear that?" A wheel popped and went flat, the rubber sailing off to the side. Someone swore as the car swerved out of control and tilted crazily to the side before tipping over and scraping along the gorund. As soon as the car had stopped, operatives were leaping out and pulling out their assorted weaponry.
The first three operatives were taken down before they could get off a shot. The Driver fired three times before catching a round in the shoulder. In contrast to the rest of his crew, the captain sprinted down a nearby alleyway. As soon as he leapt up onto a nearby rooftop, his cell rang. He opened it up. "Reamus?"
"No, Havok. Guess again." A teasing voice filtered through. "Zane."
Two people jumped up to join him on the rooftop. The same black-clad woman that had shot out the tires smiled at him and pointed her rifle at him. "Bang, Havok. You're dead." She smiled.
The other Soldier in black ran a glove through his short blonde hair. "Man, Havok. Just because there were more on your team than on mine, it didn't mean that you had an automatic win."
"Yeah, yeah...whatever."
The simulation world behind them dissappeared into the white of the Construct. One by one, operatives began to wink out as they were jacked out. The black clad woman winked at the man called Zane. "Catch you on the flipside, hon." She dissapeared.
He sat up, the red goo of the fusion device dripping off of him. A pair of slippery lips met his before he could free his eyes. As soon as he could speak, he called her name. "Artemis."
"You're hot today." She smiled down and wiped his eyes for him. She was plainly of Asian descent, her light skin shorn of all body hair, save a set of finely arching eyebrows. Somehow, she made bald look good.
"Eric!" The man turned too look at a rather upset looking older man. "Zane." He said.
"And don't you forget it, kid. You don't get to use it until I say you do." Zane watched as his former charge stood up and dressed. At 17, the young warrior was nearing his first command. Of course, his skill, combined with his youth, had given rise to a rather large amount of pride.
"Why? I'm as good as you were when you got your first command! Why can't I be Zane? It's not like you use it anymore."
Zane blinked. "Why? Because you haven't got a ship yet. Your group is barely battle-proven. There are hundreds of thousands of millions of reasons why you aren't yet." Zane was proud of Eric for being chosen to lead a strike force of talented young warriors. Each one had recycled the name of other Machinist heroes. The only difference was that, besides Zane, the heroes were dead.
"Nice work on the program, by the way. Why don't you and your team go cool off back in the barracks?" Zane's gaze swept the small room. In response, Eric led his group out of the Power Complex. They each wore simple black tunics and pants, and their black boots echoed off the metal floor.
Zane shook his head as the door slid shut behind them. They were skilled, but they were over confident. He began to think of possible ways to test them against their counterparts in the Zionist military.
Mentally, he began to compose a message to put down and send to his enemies underground.
OOC: Mweh, I'm tired now. Besides, I've a eight hour shift for work tommorrow. Fare thee well, for now....
