*****Running the Gauntlet*****
Cylecks had waited about fifteen mintues before the green and blue armor clad reploid, known as Axel, came back in the room. His buster was not formed but in his left hand he held a small black device. Cylecks couldn't tell what it was. It looked like an old communcations bug. "Put this on somewhere safe. It's your moniter for the test", Axel instructed Cylecks as he dropped it into his hand. "Your test will begin 15 seconds after you place the moniter securely on you person. I will will give you your test objectives via the com channel it links to you. You may not asked any questions at this time. You have two choices; put on the device or walk out the door."
Cylecks shrugged and attached the device to his temple. He wasn't sure what to expect but he knew he was in for it. That's when he felt his telportation system activating. Axel must have been sending it coodinates through the device...
Before he could really react or prepare his body transferred itself in the familiar familiar sparking fashion.
"Well I hope for his sake he can think on his feet", Axel staed and went to the training rooms's control room. whill there he prrinted out a copy of Cylecks's dosseaui (sp?)
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A room looking like a industrial gothic obstacle course configured itself from the training room. Obstacles of the mechanical and holographic sorts were randomly and stratiegicly place in the room's confines.
In what one would call the begining of this course was broken down iron cate. Between the pillars the once held the gate up, energy formed. A green sphere crackled black, grey and blue energy. Cyleck's form was left as the sphere and energy dissapated.
Cylecks didn't know where he was so it was probably best form him to assume it was hostile. he crossed his arms and lowered himsself as he activated his armor recall system. Green light travesed his body. Followed by the black energy that reconfigured his postion. He felt teh flux in his chasis as the energies formed the shape of his armor. Cylecks stood up completely and dropped his arms as the light and energy revealed his green, grey, and black armor. His angluar wings outstretched then folded racticly onto his back. To the untrained eye, Cylecks didn't have wingss. That was their purpose like so much more of his chasis, to be concealed. The Cyleck's felt a bit of comfort as his crimson visor formed and activated his HUD.
[Foreign Device Located], read out a message and diagram of Cyleck's body showing the device planted on his right temple. He was glad to be operational. However he wasn't at his 100%. Not long ago, the Repliforce betrayed him and took away a large portion of his secondary equipment. With out his wing boosters, jetpack (his primary thruster), he's energy shell (shield system), advanced repair module, and tactical scanning unit he was barely at 60% effective. He had to fight smart as well as act smart. [All systems go], the Visor showed him. [Activate New Hardware Interface (Y) (N)?], the HUD prompted. [Y}, Cylecks replied at let Axel into his HUD. He put up secondary firewalls just in case Axel tried to hack him. It was a precaution.
Cylecks formed his left arm buster and started to charge it. He wanted to be ready So he left the focus open. He surveyed moving platforms, pitfalls and plenty of nasty surprises awaiting him. Father down though was a large disc platform with a lit center.
"I think you understand that you need to get there..." Axel said as Cylecks looked at the point. "How is up to you", were his last words on the subject.
Cylecks's motion censor flashed and instinctively rolled against the closest pillar. Three stun bolts went and fizzled out from where he was. Two hovering droids were looking onto his new location.
"Great...", Cylecks said as he formed his right buster to crack off shots at the droid in the back. He missed one of his plasma bursts due to the fact he was still charging his left buster. Meaning his targeting system was lagging. His second shot managed to stun the hologram. However, the first droid fired at the RSU reploid.
"Arrraagh", Cylecks grunted as the stun blast stopped his charge. The vents in the buster dispelled the ion particles had had been gatehring as an emergancy precaution. "Damnit", he had to improvise and addapt. He used his accelartion system (aka dashing) and deformed his busters.
The first droid moved forward and began to swivel around. it was only 15 or so feet above it's target. The second had a system lag when a magnetic analmolly formed on it's torso. The first droid attempted to target Cylecks as he launched his MGD (Magnetic Grappling Device not Miller Genuine Draft) and used his moment to swing veriticaly up and behind it. The droid however did not target a friendly unit and stopped as Cylecks went up behind it.
"Too bad you folow a protocol", Cylecks stated as he swung overabove the second droid which he had used as a lever to launch himself behind it, up over it, and to disengage his MGD, flipping blackwards behind the first droid.
The only thing the second droid saw as it recovered was a dark blue cresent rip it's counterart in half. out of the explosion came a repeating buster shots riddled out and struck it down.
Clycks land and stumbled into a rollto lessen the impact factor.He pulled him self to his feet and started to make his way to the platforms. He charged his left buster and cursed himself for not using his wings.
He was at an open strect right before the platfroms started. It didn't feel right to him. He tossed a pice of scrap metal with his right hand and had his buster ready.
Three turrets poped up and fired on the metal piece. He fired a level 3 charge at the farthest turrent and dashed left before the other two would fired upon that location.
He straffed into behind a scrap heap and stopped to from a plan. He pulled out his saber and held it in two hands so that it would go to full size when ignited. He was is a series of scraps heaps that Axel gad constructed a maze out of. He walked cautiously expecting CQB.
Axel looked at teh moniter and watched clyecks with his helmet off. He read some of Cyleck's record by civil and service. Axel was actually enjoying the unorthadox tactics used in the program he made. He watched as Cylecks slashed a droid with his over sized saber. "The kid my have some promise.", he processed to himself as he adjusted the last section of the Playground.
Cylecks was slammed in the back be what was more ore less a walking scrap heap. Before he hit the ground a combat droid kicked his saber away. The heap grabbed Cylecks by his ankles and tossed him into the walls of compacted scrap.
The combat droid turned and armed its stunsaber. Cylecks grunted in pain and turn away from the wal. He got onto his feet and saw the with crackling saber coming down at him. He sidestepped and moved foreward as he punched teh combot. It staggered and exceduted a spinning slash to give itself some pace. Cylecks ducked and mule-kicked it. He had to move fast as he heard the heap clunking after him. The combot was airborn. So he jumped and fired his MGD into it as hed clung to a wall. Once he connected to the bot he dashed on the wall and sling shotted the droid into the scrapheap golem.
"War is hell," Cylecks apologized to the simulations as he jumped over the wall and recalled his saber. He landed on the bridge leading to the platform.
"Run", was all that Axel said into the com channel. The bridge began to fall in segments. Cylecks ran saber hin his right hand.
"I hate cliches", he stated and jumped from one falling platform and landed on large falling stretch. He growled and ran hard. His wings unfolded as he activated his Dash. The result was a high glide and he sailed to the disc. He landed with a roll and folded in his wings. "Ohh I'm going to just love what comes next", he cynically guessed. He put his saber in it's left mount and walked toward the glowing section. "I don't know why it's this easy," he stated and walked into the light. The room he was in chnged. It was a box and the floor was covered in treadmills. A large red ridearmor was acrossed from him. It was piloted by a familiar looking reploid. Cylecks's memory banks couldn't find it in the archives though.
"Let me guess destroy the red knight and I can save the princess", Cylecks mocked out loud. He charged his buster and closed the shutter. The Armor charged and raised its hands to attack. Cylecks jumped up as it came close. He moonsaulted of the large fist and aimed his left bust into the Ride Armor's thruster. "He braced his arm and let the plasma stream out. "Bang...", Cylecks landed and watched the pilot be ejected,"sorry pal, but I rather kick your ass out of your toy."
The reploid held a metal shield and a beam saber of a orange hue. Cylecks drew his own saber in his right hand. It extended to the normal size of a saber till he placed his second hand on it. It then grew to a substancially longer saber. "You're the one in my way. So give up or feel me give you a energy saber enema...", was the warning Cylecks gave the red reploid. Normally if he hade the saber in one hand, Cylecks would use acrobatic or more dextrous moves. With two hands it was all about being tactically powerfull. ((think barbarian, buster sword, or D))
The reploid charged with the shield up. and teh saber ready to counter. Cylecks let all of his strength into teh swing against the shield. Norlally a fighter would go around to avoid a shield, but Cylecks sought to over power the reploid, or hopefuly destroy the shield.
Cylecks's large saber slammed into the shield. The reploid was stopped against the brute force. The reploid turned the shield away in attempt to push Cylecks's saber away. Cylecks watched the orange hued saber strike his armor.
"Argh", Cylecks growled as his leg burned. Hetrund and threw his shoulder int the reploid. In the created distance, Cylecks kneed the reploid, followed with a headbutt, and kicked the reploid in the chin. The reploid dropped the shield and back flipped away. It raised it's saber to it's helmit in a salute and teleported out.
"Cylecks...welcome to Freelance Reploids the data in the device will show you too your quarters. Your last oponent was an actual mercinary who volunteered to help with last part of your test. The ID of the Merc will stay hidden unless the merc wishes to come forward later and tell you.
Clycks watched the room turn into into it's normal grey form. He dropped to his knee's and let his system recover.
Cylecks had waited about fifteen mintues before the green and blue armor clad reploid, known as Axel, came back in the room. His buster was not formed but in his left hand he held a small black device. Cylecks couldn't tell what it was. It looked like an old communcations bug. "Put this on somewhere safe. It's your moniter for the test", Axel instructed Cylecks as he dropped it into his hand. "Your test will begin 15 seconds after you place the moniter securely on you person. I will will give you your test objectives via the com channel it links to you. You may not asked any questions at this time. You have two choices; put on the device or walk out the door."
Cylecks shrugged and attached the device to his temple. He wasn't sure what to expect but he knew he was in for it. That's when he felt his telportation system activating. Axel must have been sending it coodinates through the device...
Before he could really react or prepare his body transferred itself in the familiar familiar sparking fashion.
"Well I hope for his sake he can think on his feet", Axel staed and went to the training rooms's control room. whill there he prrinted out a copy of Cylecks's dosseaui (sp?)
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A room looking like a industrial gothic obstacle course configured itself from the training room. Obstacles of the mechanical and holographic sorts were randomly and stratiegicly place in the room's confines.
In what one would call the begining of this course was broken down iron cate. Between the pillars the once held the gate up, energy formed. A green sphere crackled black, grey and blue energy. Cyleck's form was left as the sphere and energy dissapated.
Cylecks didn't know where he was so it was probably best form him to assume it was hostile. he crossed his arms and lowered himsself as he activated his armor recall system. Green light travesed his body. Followed by the black energy that reconfigured his postion. He felt teh flux in his chasis as the energies formed the shape of his armor. Cylecks stood up completely and dropped his arms as the light and energy revealed his green, grey, and black armor. His angluar wings outstretched then folded racticly onto his back. To the untrained eye, Cylecks didn't have wingss. That was their purpose like so much more of his chasis, to be concealed. The Cyleck's felt a bit of comfort as his crimson visor formed and activated his HUD.
[Foreign Device Located], read out a message and diagram of Cyleck's body showing the device planted on his right temple. He was glad to be operational. However he wasn't at his 100%. Not long ago, the Repliforce betrayed him and took away a large portion of his secondary equipment. With out his wing boosters, jetpack (his primary thruster), he's energy shell (shield system), advanced repair module, and tactical scanning unit he was barely at 60% effective. He had to fight smart as well as act smart. [All systems go], the Visor showed him. [Activate New Hardware Interface (Y) (N)?], the HUD prompted. [Y}, Cylecks replied at let Axel into his HUD. He put up secondary firewalls just in case Axel tried to hack him. It was a precaution.
Cylecks formed his left arm buster and started to charge it. He wanted to be ready So he left the focus open. He surveyed moving platforms, pitfalls and plenty of nasty surprises awaiting him. Father down though was a large disc platform with a lit center.
"I think you understand that you need to get there..." Axel said as Cylecks looked at the point. "How is up to you", were his last words on the subject.
Cylecks's motion censor flashed and instinctively rolled against the closest pillar. Three stun bolts went and fizzled out from where he was. Two hovering droids were looking onto his new location.
"Great...", Cylecks said as he formed his right buster to crack off shots at the droid in the back. He missed one of his plasma bursts due to the fact he was still charging his left buster. Meaning his targeting system was lagging. His second shot managed to stun the hologram. However, the first droid fired at the RSU reploid.
"Arrraagh", Cylecks grunted as the stun blast stopped his charge. The vents in the buster dispelled the ion particles had had been gatehring as an emergancy precaution. "Damnit", he had to improvise and addapt. He used his accelartion system (aka dashing) and deformed his busters.
The first droid moved forward and began to swivel around. it was only 15 or so feet above it's target. The second had a system lag when a magnetic analmolly formed on it's torso. The first droid attempted to target Cylecks as he launched his MGD (Magnetic Grappling Device not Miller Genuine Draft) and used his moment to swing veriticaly up and behind it. The droid however did not target a friendly unit and stopped as Cylecks went up behind it.
"Too bad you folow a protocol", Cylecks stated as he swung overabove the second droid which he had used as a lever to launch himself behind it, up over it, and to disengage his MGD, flipping blackwards behind the first droid.
The only thing the second droid saw as it recovered was a dark blue cresent rip it's counterart in half. out of the explosion came a repeating buster shots riddled out and struck it down.
Clycks land and stumbled into a rollto lessen the impact factor.He pulled him self to his feet and started to make his way to the platforms. He charged his left buster and cursed himself for not using his wings.
He was at an open strect right before the platfroms started. It didn't feel right to him. He tossed a pice of scrap metal with his right hand and had his buster ready.
Three turrets poped up and fired on the metal piece. He fired a level 3 charge at the farthest turrent and dashed left before the other two would fired upon that location.
He straffed into behind a scrap heap and stopped to from a plan. He pulled out his saber and held it in two hands so that it would go to full size when ignited. He was is a series of scraps heaps that Axel gad constructed a maze out of. He walked cautiously expecting CQB.
Axel looked at teh moniter and watched clyecks with his helmet off. He read some of Cyleck's record by civil and service. Axel was actually enjoying the unorthadox tactics used in the program he made. He watched as Cylecks slashed a droid with his over sized saber. "The kid my have some promise.", he processed to himself as he adjusted the last section of the Playground.
Cylecks was slammed in the back be what was more ore less a walking scrap heap. Before he hit the ground a combat droid kicked his saber away. The heap grabbed Cylecks by his ankles and tossed him into the walls of compacted scrap.
The combat droid turned and armed its stunsaber. Cylecks grunted in pain and turn away from the wal. He got onto his feet and saw the with crackling saber coming down at him. He sidestepped and moved foreward as he punched teh combot. It staggered and exceduted a spinning slash to give itself some pace. Cylecks ducked and mule-kicked it. He had to move fast as he heard the heap clunking after him. The combot was airborn. So he jumped and fired his MGD into it as hed clung to a wall. Once he connected to the bot he dashed on the wall and sling shotted the droid into the scrapheap golem.
"War is hell," Cylecks apologized to the simulations as he jumped over the wall and recalled his saber. He landed on the bridge leading to the platform.
"Run", was all that Axel said into the com channel. The bridge began to fall in segments. Cylecks ran saber hin his right hand.
"I hate cliches", he stated and jumped from one falling platform and landed on large falling stretch. He growled and ran hard. His wings unfolded as he activated his Dash. The result was a high glide and he sailed to the disc. He landed with a roll and folded in his wings. "Ohh I'm going to just love what comes next", he cynically guessed. He put his saber in it's left mount and walked toward the glowing section. "I don't know why it's this easy," he stated and walked into the light. The room he was in chnged. It was a box and the floor was covered in treadmills. A large red ridearmor was acrossed from him. It was piloted by a familiar looking reploid. Cylecks's memory banks couldn't find it in the archives though.
"Let me guess destroy the red knight and I can save the princess", Cylecks mocked out loud. He charged his buster and closed the shutter. The Armor charged and raised its hands to attack. Cylecks jumped up as it came close. He moonsaulted of the large fist and aimed his left bust into the Ride Armor's thruster. "He braced his arm and let the plasma stream out. "Bang...", Cylecks landed and watched the pilot be ejected,"sorry pal, but I rather kick your ass out of your toy."
The reploid held a metal shield and a beam saber of a orange hue. Cylecks drew his own saber in his right hand. It extended to the normal size of a saber till he placed his second hand on it. It then grew to a substancially longer saber. "You're the one in my way. So give up or feel me give you a energy saber enema...", was the warning Cylecks gave the red reploid. Normally if he hade the saber in one hand, Cylecks would use acrobatic or more dextrous moves. With two hands it was all about being tactically powerfull. ((think barbarian, buster sword, or D))
The reploid charged with the shield up. and teh saber ready to counter. Cylecks let all of his strength into teh swing against the shield. Norlally a fighter would go around to avoid a shield, but Cylecks sought to over power the reploid, or hopefuly destroy the shield.
Cylecks's large saber slammed into the shield. The reploid was stopped against the brute force. The reploid turned the shield away in attempt to push Cylecks's saber away. Cylecks watched the orange hued saber strike his armor.
"Argh", Cylecks growled as his leg burned. Hetrund and threw his shoulder int the reploid. In the created distance, Cylecks kneed the reploid, followed with a headbutt, and kicked the reploid in the chin. The reploid dropped the shield and back flipped away. It raised it's saber to it's helmit in a salute and teleported out.
"Cylecks...welcome to Freelance Reploids the data in the device will show you too your quarters. Your last oponent was an actual mercinary who volunteered to help with last part of your test. The ID of the Merc will stay hidden unless the merc wishes to come forward later and tell you.
Clycks watched the room turn into into it's normal grey form. He dropped to his knee's and let his system recover.