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Post by Draxas on Mar 29, 2005 19:34:15 GMT -5
Welcome, combatants, to a special edition of the Perfect Dark Battle Arena; PDBA: Generations!
25 years have passed since the last time the Carrington Institute Special Operations Division was last assembled in earnest. Returning victorious from the Skedar Homeworld, where the natural state of the planet's being was restored, our fighters returned to Earth... To a rather chilly reception.
Dr. Carrington, after losing control of the CISOD to Razor's own machinations, was quick to approach the governments of Earth, as well as the Maian High Council, with dark warnings of potential disaster brewing in Skedar space. While his warnings were nothing more than speculation, both parties were receptive to his fear tactics, as the governments of Earth were still reeling from the implications that they had been potentially infiltrated by Skedar spies, and the Maians were still wary and distrustful from hundreds of years of war. A joint Earth/Maian warfleet was dispatched to the Skedar homeworld, and though fighting was avoided when the truth of the situation was revealed, tensions were high for a while.
The CISOD returned to Earth during this worst possible climate, and found that they were not wanted, and were in fact hunted, by their former CI allies. Many members went into hiding or returned to their points of origin in space. Others were hunted and imprisoned until the truth was revealed. A few of the least lucky were actually slain by the capture teams before the mess could be sorted out. However, once the situation was understood by all parties, the CI and world governments were very apologetic and attempted to make amends. However, the damage was done. Most of the surviving members of the CISOD never returned to the PDBA, and the organization all but dissolved for 20 years, becoming a mere shadow of its former self.
However, that age is long past, and a new generation of warriors is eager for combat with the best of the best. To this end, a new PDBA was formed from the ruins of the old, and soon new members from around the world, and beyond its bounds, soon began to carry on its proud traditions...
The rules of engagement are as follows:
Participants in this arena will use their PDBA: Generations character profiles when participating.
This will be an Unlimited-style arena, with one notable exception: Personal vehicles are not permitted. Otherwise, feel free to use whatever gear you would like.
Other than the above, please bear in mind the general rules of conduct during a PDBA arena. I'll not reprint these here; if you need to reread them, please check the Archives.
This arena will take place in a small section of a run down part of Chicago, near a bar somehow still in business that most PDBA veterans will find familiar...
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Post by kidgame2001 on Mar 30, 2005 8:28:54 GMT -5
I'll join up draxas. Just one quick question. I do have a regular PDBA character profile is that fine for me to use here? I'm guessing no and that I will need to create a PDBA Generations profile. If so I'll work on that profile later if not...well I'll wait to post any action sequences until I know for sure of wheter or not I need to make a new profile.
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Post by Draxas on Mar 30, 2005 10:29:53 GMT -5
Check out the "Long Hiatus" and "Generations Character Profiles" threads, they have all the info you need. But suffice to say, no, you can't use your old character without modification.
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Post by Razor on Mar 30, 2005 23:25:09 GMT -5
Hrm...I have an excellent opening ready...I'll post tomorrow.
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Post by kidgame2001 on Mar 31, 2005 7:53:01 GMT -5
Ok thanks draxas. I see those threads now.
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Post by N3B on Apr 1, 2005 22:07:21 GMT -5
N3B slipped into an alley way, one arm tucked under his white lab coat, safely holding the package under his arm pit. He turned in place and checked all directions to make sure the moment was safe. Seeing nothing more than a stray cat, he removed the package from his coat, and ripped away the plastic seal.
In his hands, he held a small circular metal disc. He pressed a small button on the face of it, and set it on the ground. A dim, blue light shone from the base as it hovered just above the slick floor. The device sparked a few times, then suddenly illuminated the alley in a bright white light. When the light faded, there stood a young woman in white business atire, smiling back at N3B.
"Ok Salen, your first test." he said, rubbing his balding head and fixing his comb-over. "Activate 'Self-Run' mode." he commanded to the device. The woman nodded, and the disc began to start its AI.
"There we go," N3B smiled as the device engaged its combat-running mode to enable it to perform in the arena. "I'll be back to collect you, happy hunting!" he said as he disappeared down the dark alley.
Salen scouted the alley, and then checked the arena logs. No other combatants were present. Salen began to silently wander the city waiting for its first test-victim.
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Majora1988
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Post by Majora1988 on Apr 2, 2005 0:27:21 GMT -5
Solorn walked into a small pawn shop in Chicago, he didn't know the place very well, and so he had brought back-up. Under his trenchcoat, he still held some very dated Maulers, maybe almost 20 years old. Also hidden on his theigh was a brand new Slayer rocket, he was hoping to get some new stuff here.
"So," Solorn said, "whatch'a got here..."
"Nothing much, what do you want?" Asked the Dealer.
"I'm actually looking for arms..." Began Solorn.
"...Yo--You'll find none here..." said the Shopkeeper, a little too quickly.
"Well, that not what my friend Ben here said." Solorn said, pushing a $100 bill toward him...
The shopkeeper looked down and said, "Come with me..."
Solorn was led down do the man's basement, which was loaded to the teeth with weapons of all shapes and sizes. Solorn looked around for a while, thinking, "I need an assault rifle of some kind." And so Solorn saw it, an RCP-120...
"How did you get one of these!?" exclaimed Solorn.
"Well, some of the more unluckly CISOD people weren't too careful with where their weapons were located after their death, if you know what I mean..."
"What?"
"When the CISOD came back and were hunt down, some of their weapons were sold to me, I could have given them back, but those stupid ***** ass CISODers are too stupid to protect themselves. So I had some of them hunted down, for money of course."
Solorn could feel the hate begin to burn through him, but he controlled himself, saying "Well, who did you try to kill?"
"A bunch, one got away, I think his name was Majora, but I can't remem..." Solorn screamed with rage, and grabbing the man by the throat, he slammed him against the wall, spreading his brains all over the side of the basement.
"Dirty ******" Finished Solorn. Solorn then loaded himself with Combat knives, some Combat Boosts, and headed toward the the alleys of Chicago, arriving shortly thereafter. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
Man I typed Majora at least 30 times during this writing. It feels good to be in an arena, hopefully others join...
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Post by Jeral on Apr 3, 2005 17:57:41 GMT -5
Off at the Swift Strike base...prior to Chiago Mission
"They hired us again?" Jeral says to his nephew Mazer Rackham. "Why?" Mazer is silent, thinking it through. Maybe, Uncle, they wanted us to bring down somethig big.....like 25 years ago. "Maybe. You know what. You go in my place Mazer. Take my Jeep, use whatever you care to you find in there. Striker, no...I'll be giving you computer updates as you go. All right?" Sure. After this exchange, Mazer gets his knives, his guns, his datapad ready, then takes Jeral's Jeep. "Just one thing, make sure that comes back in one piece!" Jeral shouts after Mazer as he leaves for Chiago.
In Chiago.
Mazer stops in front of a tacern he's never seen before, being as he's never been to Chiago. Damn....Why'd I go to this place? he thinks as he get out. Mazer checks his Pheniox and Magnum, then sets off into the near-by alleys, getting the feeling that somethings gonna go down soon.
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Post by Draxas on Apr 3, 2005 18:34:19 GMT -5
In the entrance to the parking garage of the G5 building, where a moment ago there was nothing out of the ordinary, a swirling oval of blue energy popped into existence. It stabilized at a diameter of roughly 10 feet tall, 6 feet wide, and simply hovered in place silently. Out of this gate stepped the armored form of Stryker's battlesuit, with heavy steps that echoed within the enclosed space.
"I've arrived in Chicago, as expected," the man inside the suit said into a communications device, though the world outside heard nothing.
"Confirmed," said a female voice across the communication line, though once again this could only be heard on the inside of the suit, "I'll keep this line of communication open, when you wish to return, just say the word. Closing the gate now."
The blue portal that the suit emerged from shrank inward to a single point of light, and then vanished.
"Good hunting," said the voice over the comm, and then was silent.
The armored form stepped out onto the street, where the noise from its footsteps was less, but still substantial. The man inside the suit was certain that this would attract attention, and welcomed the opportunity.
Now it is time to determine what these people really know, the man thought, as he primed the various weapons systems on his armor for battle, And very soon, we will be able to reclaim what is ours.
The battlesuit began to move again, heading toward the direction of the main street in the area.
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Majora1988
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Post by Majora1988 on Apr 4, 2005 20:04:30 GMT -5
OOC: Lets do it-the first battle! ------------------------------------------------------------------------
Solorn stepped as quietly as possible through the varied alleyways, coming finally to the main street. Looking down the street, Solorn saw a bar called the "Ponk Punk", and then headed furthur down, closer to the G5 building's parking garage.
Just as Solorn turned the cornor, he saw a blue light open up, thinking it was some sort of weapon, Solorn dived behind a nearby dumpster. Watching closely, Solorn watched, from what he could see, a bio-suit of some kind step out.
"Whoa...that's a big mofo..." Solorn thought to himself. He then unstrapped his RCP120, and set it to cloak, but didn't activate it. Solorn watched the man pause, then move towards the street. Solorn activated his cloak, then moved silently, but quickly behind the man.
Solorn uncloaked behind him, and said, "Die..." Before unloading the rest of his clip into this man's back. Solorn laughed with triumph and began, "That was really ea-" before the man turned, and smacked Solorn in the face with his mounted machine gun, knocking Solorn face-first into the gutter a few feet away.
Solorn coughed a large amount of blood, into the gutter and shouted, "What! I unloaded a whole 1/2 clip into your back, how did you survive?"
The man didn't answer, instead he pulled his Machine Gun online, and began firing. Solorn only had a few seconds to react, and he barely had time to get under the grate, and out of fire.
Solorn thought to himself, "Better use somemore fiepower..." before pulling his Slayer out of his theigh holster, setting it to fly-by-wire, and firing. Solorn began guiding it, but the man was much too fast, the rocket ended up hitting the wall of the G5 building, sending shrapnel everywhere. The man seemed to take it like nothing, the only damage was a slight cut on the man's elbow.
Solorn on the other hand, was running out of options, and swearing quietly to himself, he popped one of 3 combat boosts, and ran as fast he could toward the end of the gutter. The man began firing his machine gun again, Solorn could hear every single bullet fire, as he just barely dove into the next area of the gutter, a large trench like area.
Solorn climbed out and crouched over the the fence by the entrace to this gutter area. "Man," Solorn began, "The only damage I've done is one cut of the man's elbow...there's got to be a way to defeat him! I know it..."
Solorn knew he had only a few seconds to formulate a plan, and suddenly he knew what to do... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OOC: Wanna finish Draxas?
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Post by Draxas on Apr 4, 2005 23:42:25 GMT -5
With his assailant out of sight, Stryker checked the damage to the suit's elbow. The worst of it was a gouge taken out of the armor plating, which showed the metallic shine through the camo paint. Stryker checked the motion of the elbow, and found it hadn't lost any response. He laughed, and into the external speakers this time.
"Stop hiding, little man," he said into the microphone, and the speakers projected the mechanically distorted voice down into the reservoir ditch, "The more you make me hunt after you, the longer and more painful your death will be!"
Stryker moved the suit to the entrance to the ditch, and scanned the area for his attacker. As he moved forward toward the running water, the distinctive screech of a Slayer firing sounded a short distance to his left. Without thinking, Stryker fired the thrusters on his back briefly and leaned the suit forward, sending him hurtling forward and sending sparks off the concrete on the other bank of the reservoir as the suit's feet contacted the surface. The missile exploded harmlessly behind him against a concrete embankment, illuminating the area. Stryker spun toward the direction of the attack quickly, and saw the man who had assaulted him before standing near the entrance to a runoff drain, attempting to load another rocket cartridge into the Slayer.
Stryker fired the thrusters on his back once more, sending the suit hurtling directly at the man. The man's eyes opened wide as he saw the enormous bulk heading his way, and he quit loading his weapon and attempted to dive out of the way. He was thwarted as an enormous metallic fist clocked him across the right side of his chest as Stryker flew past, causing an audible crunch and sending him sprawling into the shallow edge of the water in the reservoir. The Slayer spun into the air in a completely different direction, and clattered to the ground on a nearby walkway above the water level.
Stryker cut the engines after knocking down his assailant, landing him in the water and sending a 5-foot tall wave of displaced liquid down the ditch. He turned and advanced on the prone man, gripped him by the shoulders with his fists, pinning his arms, and raised him off the ground. The man was still concious, and glared into the black facial shield as if trying to see past the opaque barrier.
"You are a very foolish man," said Stryker, as he performed a quick genetic scan on the subject before him. He was surprised to find that he was not holding a human in his hands, though the scanner was unable to identify him at all, ruling out his hated foes as a possibility as well, "Perhaps this is because you are not a man at all. Nonetheless, you are courageous, and have earned yourself the possibility of a stay of execution. But first, I want to know, who am I addressing, and what are you really?"
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Majora1988
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Post by Majora1988 on Apr 5, 2005 18:23:47 GMT -5
Solorn squirmed a little bit, trying to release himself from the man's grip, finding that this caused the man to begin to crush his arms, Solorn quit, thinking to himself, "This 'man' has the most skills I've every seen! I wonder what he is?"
Solorn finally answered, saying, "I am Solorn, son of the great Skedar leader Majora, and am also one of the combatants of the brand new PDBA..."
"Yes, yes, I know this is a PDBA, don't care. But I havge heard of the name of Majora...But I can't quite recall where... Anyways, now you will tell me what you are, and I just might consider letting you go quickly, without much pain..."
"I am an alien species called a Skedar, and I live on the Skedar Home Planet, naturally... I believe you might of heard of it before..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OOC: Just wanted to get that started, I can't do this much for right now... keep going with this Draxas.
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Post by Draxas on Apr 5, 2005 22:32:16 GMT -5
Stryker studied the man intently. He looked completely human, but he knew that appearances could often decieve... He was curious about the "Majora" he had mentioned, but it could wait until a more important question was asked.
"You claim you are an alien, and yet you look perfectly human," said Stryker, as he continued to study the man's features, "Is your race an offshoot of humanity? I don't think so, because your genetic code is very different... What are you hiding from me? Answer quickly. Because if I am in the presence of a human mutant, your life is foerfiet."
Stryker squeezed his grip just the slightest bit harder to show he meant business...
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Post by Razor on Apr 6, 2005 22:33:53 GMT -5
A loud, thunderous boom reverberated through the Skedar temple, causing the stone structure to shake visibly as pieces of dirt and rock fell from the ceiling. It happened again and again...and in fact, it had been at it for the past half an hour. "YAA!" The small black wraithblade enveloped in a swirl of pinkish energy flew downward again, once more crackling as it was easily deflected away by the familiar and similar form of Chaoverge.
"Yes...now...good good...now, defensive!"
Razor lunged foward, entering into a rapid series of slashes with his blade, each being frantically deflected or dodged by the tall, black leather-clad girl. "Dad, slow down! That's too fast! EEP!" She ducked down, his blade clipping a few hairs from her head. She growled, crouching down before catapulting forward to ram her shoulder into Razor's gut. The man grunted and splayed backwards, the tattered remnants of his cloak dragging on the ground and pulling off his hood. He'd certainly aged a bit...not quite as much as the others, due to his origins, but his features were rougher, his hair longer and graying slightly at the roots, and a five o' clock shadow formed on his face. He rubbed his aching gut as he looked up at the girl, who was holding the tip of the feeble blade towards his neck while her left hand rested on her thigh. Her ample chest heaved as she caught her wind.
"Good job, baby...you've really come a long way..."
The girl got a slightly confused expression on her face. "What are you talking about, daddy?"
"Well, Nika...you remember the Arena I told you about, right? Well...your Uncle M sent me word that it's back up and running."
"Oh, daddy, can I go?" Her eyes lit up with anticipation.
"Of course...it'll be good for you. I'd always hoped it would make a comeback sooner...but...now I think I'm a bit too old, and I have my duties to the Skedar. Just grab a pilot and have him take you to Earth...he'll know where to go..."
"Thanks dad!" She bounced into the air before rushing over and giving the fallen man a hug. He grunted as she squeezed him.
"Agh, don't mention it. No, seriously, I think Trnth will kill me. Take a few weapons with you...feel free to go through my stash and the Temple Guard armory." She smiled and gave him a quick kiss before running off, bare feet pattering against the stone floor, her small, unformed wings twitching in anticipation on her back.
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Majora1988
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Post by Majora1988 on Apr 6, 2005 23:17:04 GMT -5
Solorn could not believe the words coming from Sryker's mouth...he a human mutant... it was completely idiotic, and even insulting.
"I am no human, I am a member of the proud warrior race of the Skedar!" Solorn spat. "If you want to see what I am, then you will see what I am.
Solorn turned off his Skedar disguise, turning from the quiant human he once appeared to be, he showed his true form, a Skedar, in full bio-armor. Snake like protuberance sticking out from the back and everything.
Stryker was immensely suprised, and voiced his astonishement, "WHAT ARE YOU?!?!" He exclaimed loudly, before tightening his grip and recovering from the suprise...
"I already told you, I am a Skedar...But you, what are you...I've never seen anyone move like that before..."
"I'd rather keep that private." Answered Stryker
"Then I guess you won't find out anymore about me...quid pro quo my friend."
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