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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/10/2017 4:03:26 AM
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[u]Invitation.[/u]
[spoiler]I Kind of vanished for A little while. Buuut now I'm back and still doing that plot. This is kinda a signup post.[/spoiler]
The sun had barely emerged from the sky, only leaving a orange glow of an emerging morning. A morning that was quickly interrupted but the sound of several hammers putting up fliers throughout the town.
"Strata City, presents: the Assault Model auction. Mantle Lab's most elegant valkyries of destruction will be auctioned off to those willing to attend this year's event."
Assault Model... Mantle Labs. It was a first for Strata to reach out to dojo residence for one of their auctions. A few knew what an assault model was due to a particular resident but other than that it was a bit of a question as to what the flier mentioned. An robotic vendor stood with a few arms for sale along with a guest list for potential customers who wanted in on this auction. The machine stood patiently waiting for people to stop by and look at his wares.
[spoiler]In the words of Claptrap, annnnd open![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Ayyyy! You're back! [/spoiler] Naturally, this attracted some of the military groups that had taken up residence in Takatai. Namely, the Alliance and Frontier Militia but more importantly, it captured the attention of a certain [url=https://imgur.com/YfKXiOx]Spartan[/url]. Noble-6 approached the gunsmith, a battle rifle strapped onto his back with an M6 hand gun strapped to his hip. "Impressive weaponry." He stated as he took a look at everything available to him.
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[spoiler]yeah, for some reason the app won't show my favorites to i pretty much start posts from my pc[/spoiler] "Indeed!" The anamatronic man stated in a artificially charismatic voice. "What you are looking at is Mantle Labs brand weaponry. Our weaponry is considered by many a must have item for anything from home defense to militaristic applications!" It moved its arm pointing at a screen showing what looked like a sort of guest list. Some of the names on the list seemed to be military and government leaders from across the globe written down. "Tomorrow we plan to auction off some of our very own assault models. These models are genetic modification at its finest! Personally worked on by our own scientists, these models are some of, if not the greatest combatants designed to be as as dangerous as a nuclear weapon but as precise as a scalpel. Would you be interested in the auction?"
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"An auction? But how would we know what the weapons capabilities? Will there be testing on the weapons?" Noble asked calmly, avoiding the question.
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"That is a good question, each unit will come with a kill count certified by an outside former contractor giving information on the unit." The automation stated
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"What about the auction itself? I imagine security will be tight. Where is it taking place? Dojo would be the most sure option unless you have a space station. Lot of important people will be attending." Noble stated, casting a glance underneath his visor at the man.
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"It will be held nearby Mantle headquarters in Strata City. Security, I am not authorized to inform non personnel for company concern. Are you seeking employment? Perhaps you would like to fill out an application?" The machine didn't bare any real emotions, obviously spouting out of a large amount of automated messages though in the credit of the creator the robot had a large amount of lines to choose from.
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"You guys are hiring? I have a pretty solid background in the military." Noble said, nodding his head.
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"Good! I will print out a application." A small hum of a printer could be heard underneath the desk which the machine reached under and produced a pen and paper. "Feel free to fill out the application and return it to me. Interviews typically take 24 to 48 hours to be scheduled and if they are interested you will get a phone call or email. Good luck!" In the distance someone was trying to get nobel's attention. The face was somewhat obscured by a scarf and hoodie but it was a she and one of her eyes were covered by a flower.
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"Thank you, sir. I'll bring it back by the end of today." Noble said, before walking down the street. He walked towards the woman, but entered a café about halfway towards her. If she wanted to speak to him, she'd have to go to him.
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Sure enough a minute later the person was in the cafe. She walked over and took a glance at the paper before sighing. "I would check no on physical or psychological enhancements. If you do they will probably just strap you to a table and saw you open or something." She pulled down her scarf. She was somewhat familiar in the dojo. Ama must have been spying on him for an opportunity to talk to someone who spoke to the vendor. The fact he was filling out an application only made it a better opportunity.
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"I'm sure you'd know more than anyone." Noble stated, sitting down at a table in the café. "So. I'm sure you wanted to discuss something other than what I should write down."
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"Well it's a good opportunity to screw them over and I have enough reasons to want them screwed over. As for the details, honestly I don't really care as long as they look bad in front of a bunch of government officials." She said as she took the seat next to him. She kept making sure she wasn't in the line of sight of the vendor having her hood obscuring the upper portion of her face as she sat there. "Besides, you were asking about their security?"
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"Well now I'm going to be a [i]part[/i] of their security." The man said, gesturing at the paper on the table.
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"Huh" She looked over the application. The way she looked at things, it was like watching someone study under a microscope as she checked things off in her head. "Check that box. Just thought I'd let you know, the cheapest gun on that rack by the vendor is about twelve thousand and that's how much it goes for after being out for a few decades."
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"Can't wait to rob their asses blind." Noble mumbled, beginning to sign through the application.
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"I'd have done it myself if my DNA wouldn't trip every alarm in the building the moment I walk in."
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"You know your way around though, right? I'll cut you in if for some credits if you can explain what you know about side exits, maybe how you got out."
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"Err.. The way I broke out was stealing a screw driver and breaking my limiter which flooded the place with plants. Though I did keep an eye on the positions of the guards at which hours. I... had a lot of time on my hands while being sealed some liquid filled tube while electrical jolts kept my muscles spasming to avoid getting weak." She muttered a bit aggravated sounding to herself something before getting back to the topic. "Anyways if it was me I'd just stick a seed to the wall and have it break a hole by burrowing its roots but I don't think you can do that. Other than that well, make friends with the protesters and see if you can get them to help disrupt something in transport. It's still going to be a mess with all the other security but eh, beats trying to take it from inside the company building itself."
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"Thanks for the tip." He said, nodding his head in appreciation while still writing on the paper.
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"Trust me, if your going for the Assault models an somehow don't get yourself killed, I should probably be thanking you" Before she could explain herself she walked off. Before soon another soldier was in front of the vendor's booth and to some wonder he also picked up and application before wandering off. Mismatched armor seemingly re-fitted and painted over, an well made DMR styled rifle, an overall relaxed personality and peppered hair on a face that looked too young to have greying hair. From the amount of matainence and the clean reflection on his gun, one could doubt he was interested in replacing it.
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Noble rose to his feet and exited the café, holding the paperwork in his hands as he walked towards the man. "You too?" He asked simply, showing the older man the paper he held.
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"Ah, something like that. Honestly I'm just curious what all the fuss is about with the auction" The name on the paper was "James Helton". An irony in using his real name as an alias but still a lesser known name than his pirate nickname. "Hope they don't do background checks from outside the galaxy" he half jokingly said.
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Edited by Royal Blade: 9/14/2017 1:35:28 AM"I just hope they don't check outside the universe." The man said, the name on the paper reading [i]"Hunter-118."[/i] A Spartan Name, if the armour wasn't evidence enough.
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"Heh, well at least I'm not the only rascal hoping to pick up a few things in that place." Flatline jotted down some believable information on his application. "Say, big guy, usually I end up running these things solo but since your probably going there for the same reason, keep the heat off each other's back?" [spoiler]Guessing he's probably tall since he's a Spartan[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yee. He is[/spoiler] "..." The man stopped his own writing and thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. Sure." He said, reaching out for a handshake to signify the deal.
