Android 'G'17
5th Class
Posts: 8 
Race: Android
Affiliation: Frieza's Army
Affiliation Rank: Grunt
Powerlevel: 240
HP: 30
KI: 30
Strength: 3
Agility: 4
Vitality: 3
Energy: 3
Zeni: 600
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Post by Android 'G'17 on Jun 4, 2015 5:49:27 GMT -6
(I wouldnt mind if enemies and allies join, so we could engage if commander allows etc..)
"FGF activity has been reported on the the outskirts of imperial Sector Gamma 2-5-9. Scout this sector and report on accuracy of these claims.
Supplied Equipment: Imperial Scout Shuttle with enhanced sensors (R2) and light stealth equipment (R1). Capacity 5 Crew. Autopilot enabled.
RoE: Do not engage without reporting in. Command will determine threat level and issue further orders.
Payment: 500 Zeni for a successful mission report."
G17 was sitting ontop of a large boulder when his new phone went off. He saw there was a job to be done for anyone in the nearby area. Android G17 wasnt too far from this area, he applied for the mission and started to read the mission loadout page. He found out he would be giving a ship, a stealthy one at that. He was somehow 'excited' for this mission.
The ships location was given by GPS coordinates. He plugged them in his phone and jumped in the air. He started zooming around the area trying to get a signal. His route was now given to him, he began to fly towards it. After fifteen minutes of flying he found a small enclave with a strange mark on one side of it. This must be it He thought.
He started to walk towards the entrance with his hands in the ready position encase something attacked him. He poked his head inside and shot a small ki shot inside. All of a sudden he started hearing screeches, making him jump back and cover his face. Black figures began to fly towards him barely skimming past him as they flew out of the cave like structure, disappearing into the environment.
He found a bunch of capsules and saw a chart saying which one was which. He found the correct one and the keys, and walked outside of the enclave. He pressed the little button on the cap and tossed it into the. It landed and made a large pop sound and smoke covered the scenery infront of him. Through the cloud of smoke, a very clean, fresh looking ship appeared. He opened it up and stood inside, checking it out from top to bottom, since he would be flying in space and didnt want something to go wrong.
He was satisfied. He climbed to the cockpit and set the course to coordinates 2-5-9 to scout out the area. His ship left the atmosphere and autopilot kicked in, making it head to the selected coordinates. The ship was hurtling through space making all types of odd and somewhat scary creaking sounds, making it sound like a engine was dangling on the side, scraping the paint and breaking through.
As his ship was nearing the correct coordinates, G17 activated the ships cloaking system. He started scanning the nearby area as he was approaching Gamma Sector 2-5-9. He was not sure what he would find. He put on a distress beacon, hopefully a fellow member of Freizas Army would appear for assistance if needed. He wasnt sure what to expect yet, but hoped some action would occur.
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Post by Lotus on Jun 4, 2015 8:10:19 GMT -6
(I'll play the role of command, since there aren't any higher ranking members of Frieza's Army yet.)
A distant voice echoed over the com unit in G17's vessel. "Grunt, make sure to sweep the area. If you see anything, report on channel six-seven-two-delta. We're watching you from HQ, so if anything dangerous come by we'll issue a retreat order. Understood?" The voice then grew quiet as it awaited a respond from the lone android.
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 4, 2015 8:27:23 GMT -6
There was supposed to be a ship here, wasn't there? Arba was almost certain that the orders said there would be a ship with room for five crew at the deployment location, and yet as he cycled through the cave where the ship was supposed to be, he found it strangely empty. There was a case here that once housed a capsule of some sort, but that was now but a memory to the lonesome box, dust its only companion besides the intrusive and tickling searching fingers of the Hera-Hybrid. "Don't tell me somebody took the ship without waiting for others," the Third Class Grunt groaned. Typical FGA Grunts, so anxious to take off that they forget to assemble a team.
Triggering his radio with a disappointed grunt and probe of the finger, Arba rolled his eyes at the imaginary alien grunt bebopping away in the six man ship, blissfully ignoring the fact that his ship was huge for no apparent reason and had a strange abundance of chairs for one person. "This is Third Class Grunt Arba, reporting in from the boarding location for the scouting mission posted by higher. I'm finding no ship, so unless it was left in cloaking inside this cave and box of scraps, I'm suspecting someone else took it and left. So, what do? Are Tee Bee?" Glancing around the interior of the cave once more with an annoyed glare, Arba briefly has a vision of the oblivious grunt, probably a bald headed Saiyan, cruising through space without a care in the world. Bastard Grunt, how Arba loathes you... How dare you be happy AND making money? |
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Leo
5th Class
Posts: 42
Race: Genie
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 425
HP: 20
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Vitality: 2
Energy: 2
Zeni: 675
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Post by Leo on Jun 4, 2015 21:34:53 GMT -6
Jojo was cruising idly through space in his transport shuttle when someone else's distress beacon lit up for a change. Seeing what he thought might be a prime opportunity to gouge some money out of desperate injured people, he immediately set a course directly for it at top speed. As his ship screamed toward the beacon at high speed, he stared out the cockpit window with lidless, unblinking eyes, but couldn't seem to see the source of the beacon.
G17 would easily see the shuttle streaking toward his ship with no sign of stopping, as he has his sensors on. It appears to be an unarmed merchant ship of some sort.
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Android 'G'17
5th Class
Posts: 8
Race: Android
Affiliation: Frieza's Army
Affiliation Rank: Grunt
Powerlevel: 240
HP: 30
KI: 30
Strength: 3
Agility: 4
Vitality: 3
Energy: 3
Zeni: 600
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Post by Android 'G'17 on Jun 5, 2015 8:14:23 GMT -6
Command updated G17 quicker than expected. Shortly after a small ship was cruising through space. He noticed the radar bleeping and saw it through the cockpit. He wasn't sure what to do. Should he engage? Should he call it in? He wasn't entirely sure.
Moments later communications relayed from Planet Freiza. The man sounded possibly irritated, Grom chuckled a bit. Yeah... Mannn maybe I shouldve waited for my uhmm.. Comrades. He then waited a few minutes to respond to command. For now, he would go pick up this grunt for reinforcements. He responded to the communications. "I am sorry about that.. Heh don't worry I just had to take a joy ride." With a sarcastic ending, he plotted in the coordinates and started hurtling through space.
Grom tuned to channel 672 Delta. He started to speak in a serious manner for once. "Commander... This is Android G17. I am heading back to pickup a grunt to aide me... Before I left, sorry to inform you late, I monitored an unknown spacecraft. Orders? Should we engage once we return?" Grom then ended transmissions and quickly flipped the switch to the beacon. That must've been how they found me... He smirked as he started to closer to the planet.
He would set the trap, once he returns he will fool with them. Using that beacon, of course. He started to make it towards the atmosphere, making the whole ship wobble as it prepared for atmospheric changes. He hailed the grunt on his walkie talkie. "I am breaking atmosphere grunt.. You better be here by the time I get there hahaha. Sending coordinates." Closing comm's with a smile. This shall be fun! I cant wait to see if he is as evil as me... Leaving a very distinct grin across his face making drool slowly drip down.
He sent the grunt the GPS location to meet. Most likely he would be by the location of the ship originally. But he couldnt be sure. He parked the ship little less than a mile away from the cave, and uncloaked. He found a place that was perfect to find him. Little to no surrounding foliage, and pretty even ground. He flipped the switch and put on the beacon, so the grunt could find more easily.
He sat up, and walked towards the exit of the ship. He opened the door and hopped out the ship. He stood against the ship, with his right foot up against the ship holding the rest of his body up. His scrapped up hands were in fighting position, because you just never know.
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Leo
5th Class
Posts: 42
Race: Genie
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 425
HP: 20
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Vitality: 2
Energy: 2
Zeni: 675
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Post by Leo on Jun 5, 2015 11:20:02 GMT -6
Jojo would have blinked in surprise if he had eyelids as the distress beacon stopped getting closer, started traveling toward a planet in the distance, and disappeared entirely. Maybe this sector was full of ghosts or something. After a short amount of deliberation, he decided that ghosts likely would not have any zeni anyway, and turned his ship toward an inhabitable planet at random in the not too great distance.
Setting his ship on autopilot, he then took a nap in the command chair, eyes wide open. As he unconsciously stared at the ceiling, dreams of screaming wounded danced in his head, and he began to chuckle, then laugh, softly at first but growing to a maniacal crescendo that ultimately awakened him from his rest. "Hm, hm, hm. Heh. Hahah. Hahahaha! HAH! HAHAHAHAHAHA! *snort* Hm? Oh my; we're here."
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 5, 2015 16:52:17 GMT -6
"Just get here on time and quit running your mouth. The more airspace you waste jabberjawing, the more likely the FGF are to pick up on our frequencies and start monitoring our calls," Arba replied brusquely, setting out for the coordinates relayed. There was little in the way of imagining on his part, the blue-skinned alien was busy more or less just mapping out his own plans for what he'd be doing on the mission. Obviously his counterpart could fly the ship, so Arba himself wouldn't have to pilot, maybe he could just sit back and possibly even enjoy a leisurely time. Hah, enjoy, what a pipedream, Arba's lot was not to enjoy anything in life.
Approaching the grid coordinates transmitted by tracking them on his scouter, Arba pauses as he comes across the ship curiously transmitting a distress beacon, its lone occupant standing with fists raised as if to fend off possible attackers. Who would be attacking them on a Frieza controlled planet? "Are you in trouble or something? Why are you transmitting our location to everyone in the stars? Do you have any understanding of operational security or are you trying to botch our mission before we even fully get off of the ground?" The blue-skinned alien's tone was absolutely dripping with incredulity and irritation, his arms placed akimbo as he sized up the android before him. Turning towards the horizon unobscured by the ship, Arba gazed out momentarily before glancing askance over his shoulder towards G'17 with dark eyes, unsure of just how to take his 'comrade' "You're lucky you're not being tailed by anyone. Quick, shut off that beacon before command decides to chew us new orifices to occupy painfully." |
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Sanson Leingod
5th Class
Posts: 29
Race: Terran
Affiliation: Free Galactic
Affiliation Rank: Recruit
Powerlevel: 585
HP: 60
KI: 100
Strength: 2
Agility: 8
Vitality: 6
Energy: 10
Zeni: 650
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Post by Sanson Leingod on Jun 5, 2015 17:11:12 GMT -6
An all too familiar beeping caught Sanson's attention as he read through various logs and Jobs the FGF had set up. The display signalled a distress call. Apparently the whole sector was in distress as of late. He'd considered ignoring it when he realized the code was an imperial signature. He had considered checking it out for a moment, but realized that a large imperial fleet would probably track it too, and he wanted no part of that mess. As Sanson reached to swipe the signal, it disappeared. He blinked. That was odd. Guess they got saved.
The imagery of an imperial fleet being so close by left Sanson in a slight stated of distress. He plugged in coordinates to leave immediately before he was tracked when the distress signal popped up again. Curiosity overcame him as he set course for the on and off distress call.
If the imperial vessel's scanners were still running, they'd pick up on the fact that a Class V Assault Pod with a FGF transponder was enroute to its location.
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Android 'G'17
5th Class
Posts: 8
Race: Android
Affiliation: Frieza's Army
Affiliation Rank: Grunt
Powerlevel: 240
HP: 30
KI: 30
Strength: 3
Agility: 4
Vitality: 3
Energy: 3
Zeni: 600
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Post by Android 'G'17 on Jun 6, 2015 1:11:37 GMT -6
Android G17 stood there waiting for the grunt to arrive. His walkie talkie went off, with the disgruntled grunt speaking to him. He sounded pretty irked, and irritated from his tone. Grom didn't really pick up on it. Being an android, it takes him awhile to pick up on weakling emotions. He started to bust out into a laugh, as the transmission ended. "Well maybe I should've waited for him..."
Hopefully command would not be mad at him, he did screw up however. He left the beacon on thinking only his allies could track it, only those of Freiza's force... Which is one of the few explantations of how that ship almost discovered him earlier. Geez, what did he do?
He started to hear movement in the distance. He began to see a figure form in the distance. The blue warrior began to walk towards Android G17. After he saw it was a fellow comrade, he started walking towards him and put his fists down. The man began to speak, which made Android G17 smile. Interesting blue man, I wonder who he is.. He thought as he spoke.
"Heh I'm sorry... I didn't know, yeah a ship was right next to me.. It almost spotted me, but thank god for this babies cloak system." He said pointing back to the ship. "Suck it up, you look like a big boy. Lets just finish our mission, I want some zeni hahaha." He said with a chuckle. He took off his goggles, leaving them in his right hand. "Anyway haha, they call me G17. What 'bout you?" He said with his red eyes glaring at the blue warrior.
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 6, 2015 1:42:10 GMT -6
"Don't be so irresponsible," Arba chastised G'17 for his dismissiveness, "You're risking the paycheck you claim to want by transmitting our location. A lot of distress beacons are programmed in such a way that other ships can tell who is putting them out, which means that not only do the rebels know that there's a ship in distress, they know that there's an FGA ship in distress. We're sitting ducks if someone happens to hop on down here." Shaking his head and bottling up his irritability slowly, Arba turns back towards the Android he was going to be working with, devoting a little more attention to looking him over. Smokey goggles veiled his glowing red eyes fairly well up until he took them off, and the cloak concealed much of the Android to begin with, so Arba simply relied on his scouter to get a good summation of who his fellow GFA fighter was. "Power Level 230, huh? Android? Well then, that's different. I'm Arba, Third Class Grunt. I'll be tagging along with you."
Arba himself wore little in the way of identity-concealing clothing. It was outright obvious that he was a member of the GFA, given that he wore the usual cheap armor issued to the lowest enlisted members of Frieza's Army, as well as the generic issued gloves and boots with the undersuit. Over his left eye, the Hybrid wore a simple green-lensed scouter that generally illuminated in yellow whenever there was pertinent data displayed, and on his hip was a blaster that connected to his scouter via a cord, something G'17 would recognize as issued equipment for Ki-incapable fighters. Wandering towards the ship, Arba climbed into the back and peered around the passenger space he had available. "You going to fly this thing? I'll ride back here. Why don't we get a move on then? Best not to delay our mission too much longer." |
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