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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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"Thank you, sir." Hunter said, giving a simple nod as he walked into the room in search of [i]his room[/i]
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Considering he had the room next door, Flatline followed along. He looked around at the cameras scattered around the facility halls. The place almost looked like a scaled down fortress on the inside with walls made of concrete and metal plated doors. "Man, almost looks like a prison. Well, at least we have the keys to our door. Hope the rooms are a bit more comfortable"
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[spoiler]Lmao I used that exact same image for the hallway of a space ship xD [/spoiler] "Yeah, hopefully. Or maybe it's all a trap. They're secretly giving us these keys to lock ourselves in a room, prisoners to them." Hunter said, shrugging his shoulders.
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 9/25/2017 5:22:54 AM[spoiler]Ummm Whops Lol[/spoiler] "Eh they don't have any reason to lock us up so I doubt it. Still, wouldn't be the first time I got locked up" He said looking at the room numbers as they got closer. A few other guards wandered the halls seemingly on break. One on a phone seemingly talking to his wife making promises to be home, another looking at the new recruits, trying to guess James's age between the greying hair and the contradicting face of a thirty year old man. Soon enough their rooms were in sight. "I'll figure more about this place tomorrow. For now, think I'll see what kind of place in calling home for the next few days."
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"Personally, I'm looking for the armoury. See what kind of weapons are available to me as a guard." Hunter said, looking around.
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"Eh, suit yourself" He said before swiping his card and heading in to see what he would be spending his time in. Perhaps snoop what he could get out the living quarter's computer. The layout of the place was relatively straight forward. Arrows seemed to be painted on the walls with terms such as Information, Armory, Gym, and the lab department marked to their corresponding direction. It was clear their intention was to fool proof the place making tours essentially useless as even a child would likely find its way around.
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Hunter made a note of the signs, and the hallway, everything he could for the most part as he walked. He was making a mental map of the place for himself, which he would transfer onto paper later on. After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at the armoury and entered the room, looking around as he did so.
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 9/26/2017 4:10:30 PMIt was a fairly large room with a machine similar to the vendor that gave them the applications standing at a desk. There were enough guns and ammunition sitting behind the desk to start a civil war. Even shields and a uniquely advanced cross between a sword and an axe sat behind the automated quartemaster. https://i.imgur.com/TVh8gBv.jpg
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"Holy s***..." Noble said with a light laugh, walking towards the Quartermaster of the armoury. "Excuse me."
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"Ah hello!" It's words coming out in a generic though pleasant sounding manner. "Are we here to look into loadout options or test guns at the fireing range to see what fits you best?"
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"I'd like to take a look at some of the loadouts you might have. See what suits me!" Noble said happily.
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"That sounds like something for the gun range! The door to your left is the range. We have, basic target practice, simulated combat scenarios, and general statistics for every gun available. Just put in the desired intentions and pick from our list on the screen inside and the room should prepare itself for your arrival! Good luck!"
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"Thank you, very much." Noble nodded his head in thanks before walking over to the range, and typing in "Battle Rifle," as his desired weapon.
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 9/27/2017 5:30:48 PMA list of weapons showed up on the screen under the search result of "battle rifle" followed by a prompt to select a scenario in which to test any of the selected weaponry. [spoiler]Sh_t Almost Sent The Axe Sword Pic XD[/spoiler]
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Naturally, Noble chose the first weapon he saw. Which was the first weapon in the left hand corner.
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Two boxes showed up on the screen with the words "combat scenario" and "default range" along with check boxes to confirm what was to be expected inside the test range.
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Noble chose "Default Range," So that he could test the weapon before taking it into battle.
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After a brief rumbling noise from inside a door opened to a standard fireing range. Targets of various distance, a device to adjust the range, and a rack with a single gun perched on the shelving with a couple full clips next to it.
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Noble walked over towards the rack, picked the weapon up and loaded it. He took a moment to get his grip on the weapon before raising it to and squeezing the trigger.
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While the sights seemed a bit unusual, there was a fair amount of frontal weight to counter recoil and what could be assumed was a camera, automatically displaying the distance of where the rifle aimed at. While it was set as default to burst fire, it had a tab on the side that seemed to indicate full auto and semi auto functions. The designer clearly had overlooked very little on the weapon and it's purposes.
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"Nice." Noble said, firing three bursts at the target and nailing all nine of the rounds themselves in the center of target. He placed the weapon down before going off, returning to his room and going inside.
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The room was fairly better than one would expect from the term "living quarters" seeming more like an average apartment with a kitchen, living room, and even a bedroom with a closet. There was clothing already available seeming to suggest they measured him before they even got to the base. It seemed pleasant until it came to looking outside the window. Signs, several of them held by people protesting in front of the fence between them and the people on security. "My son is not your science project" was scrawled on one as she held and empty basket made up for an infant that was not there. The terrible reality was that she was not the only one. There were at least five others with similar signs and similar baskets in the group screaming though not being heard through the thick window. Several others were rallied behind these women with signs of their own, seeming in a attempt to support them in their cause.
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"Holy s**t..." Noble said to himself, turning away from the window and the people.
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With no prior warning an intercom suddenly cracked on in the room. Antonio's voice slightly muffled by the speaker was projected into the room as if the intercom in a high school. "Ladies and gents of mantle private security, I'd like to announce we have four new members to our team. James Helton, Hunter, some of you may remember Adam *Greed* from one of our off site assignments, and Riley. They will all be with us on transport in four days so if they have any questions please feel free to answer them. Also, c units down to the hydrant rooms, c units, down to the hydrant rooms" After that the screen on a computer in the room lit up with a number five bubble hovering over the email icon.
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Hunter walked towards the computer and took a seat, checking his mail.
