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Post by Inferno Rodan on Sept 18, 2009 14:24:29 GMT -5
“Get in touch with CEE.” Neil tells one of the techncians. “Tell them I want to talk with General Williams.”
“Yes sir.”
After about 30 seconds, the main screen at the front of the room tuns on, displaying the head of CEE.
“Ah, Mr. Maxwell. Good to see you’re unharmed. I would have contacted you myself, but we’ve been rather busy here ourselves.”
“So I’ve heard. Dealing with three monster attacks within less than 24 hours of each other must have put quite a strain on your forces.”
“Indeed. I trust you didn’t call just to chew the fat, though, Mr. Maxwell.”
“Correct. With the giant gang rape that was delivered to the planet yesterday, I think it’s become abundantly clear that we of the GDF need to collectively get our shit together. I realize that you’re busy with your own matters, but this is extremely important and frankly can’t wait. I request that you come to Imar Science HQ tomorrow at 1700 hours local time for a meeting between the heads of all the GDF organizations.”
“That’s easy for you to request, Mr. Maxwell, it’s at your own base.”
“Yes it is, because I feel this location would be most effective at showing everyone exactly how important this matter is.”
General Williams’ gaze falls to his desk for a moment as he ponders before returning to the screen. He nods.
“Thank you, sir.” Says Neil before saluting the General, an act that rather surprises those present in the control room. General Williams responds with his own salute before cutting off the transmission. Over the next half hour, Neil sends out similar requests to the rest of the GDF organizations. Once the last message is sent, he turns around with a sigh, at which point he sees Jason standing a short distance behind him. “How long have you been there?”
“The last two. Anyway, remember how I said that monster yesterday looked familiar?” Not waiting for a response, he hands a printout to Neil.
Neil looks over the picture briefly, his brow furrowing in the process. “Have you checked the other monsters?”
“Not yet. They’ll be harder to make any kind of definitive judgements on without any pictures or detailed firsthand accounts.”
“Do it.”
Jason nods and exits the control room.
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The next day, Neil sits in a jeep parked by the runway at the back of the base, patiently awaiting the arrivals.
[OOC: Ah hell, sorry OR. Guess you posted as I was typing this up. How shall we continue?]
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Post by Omegarex24 on Sept 18, 2009 15:53:58 GMT -5
"Have you got the Jericho project files," General Williams asked Natalie as they situated themselves aboard the CEE chopper.
"Right here," she said, patting the laptop she carried with her. The unit was custom designed for maximum data security and storage size.
"Good. Davidson, you ready?"
"Affirmative sir. Once we get clearance from the tower and those escorts get airborne, we'll be underway."
"Good. I don't want to keep Mr. Maxwell waiting."
The minutes ticked by as the planes finished refueling on the runway, but finally, it was time.
"Transport Kilo-Seven-Niner, you have clearance to launch."
"Roger that tower. Now commencing liftoff."
The dual rotors on the transport chopper started spinning and thuttering as the helicopter lifted off and turned east, headed for the Imar Science base. Several XFU-24s kept pace ahead and behind the helicopter as it made it's way. Ben eventually pulled south and headed out over the Gulf, before the Florida panhandle finally came into view.
"Oh man guys...you should see this."
Both General Williams and Natalie looked out the window and were taken aback by the devastation visited upon the Imar Science base. The fires had been suppressed and rubble had been cleared, but a lot of damage was still plainly visible. Construction crews were working to try and fix things, but even then, it did little to hide the scars.
"I'd forgotten that we were relatively unscathed in all this," Natalie said as they circled overhead. The fighter escort broke off and headed back to base as the chopper prepared to land. Dust rose in swirling clouds before finally settling, the rotors having shut down.
"There would be our host, I guess," Ben said as he took off the headset.
Neil Maxwell was sitting in a jeep parked off to one side of the runway as the CEE delegation approached.
"Neil Maxwell," General Williams inquired. When the younger man nodded, he smiled and extended his hand. "General Abraham Williams. Glad to finally make your acquaintance."
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Sept 18, 2009 16:45:05 GMT -5
Neil takes off his sunglasses and shakes the General’s hand. “Likewise, General. And these two are...?”
“Ben Davidson, pilot of Riptide, and Natalie McKenzie, chief mechanic and pilot of Lenneth.”
“Ah, so you’re the pilots. Keep up the good work.” Neil says as he shakes their hands. The formalities taken care of, he puts his sunglasses back on. “Now, let’s hope everyone else is as punctual as you.”
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Post by tyrantisterror on Sept 18, 2009 17:28:52 GMT -5
A red 1958 Plymouth Fury, proceeded and followed by a group of black nondescript cars, pulled up at Imar Science HQ. The car was driven by none other than Basil Heron himself, head of Phantomb Industries. Next to him was his secretary, Phoebe. "Was driving here yourself really wise?" she asked him.
"Wise? No, probably not," Basil replied. "But you only live once, and Christine here has been itching for a test drive," he said, patting the dashboard of his car. "We're living in a world full of giant monsters and aliens. I think throwing caution to the wind isn't all that more dangerous than trying to play it safe - either way we're probably doomed."
"That's a sunny outlook," Phoebe said with her usual sarcasm.
"I said probably. And just because the world may end tomorrow, or ten minutes from now, doesn't mean we shouldn't enjoy every minute we're in it," Basil said. "If this is humanity's last hour, we should make it glorious. Go out with a real bang."
"Inspirational, sir," Phoebe replied. "We're here."
"Excellent!" Basil said, parking his car. "Tell the boys to keep Christine safe. I can't wait to see what the other companies have in the works."
"Sir, I think I should remind you to be on your best behavior," Phoebe said. "There's been considerable controversy over our involvement with the GDF, on account of us being privately owned and our... reliance on experimental artificial intelligence."
"Ah yes, yes, I'll be good," Basil said. "Kiss for luck?"
Phoebe smiled and blushed, but her reply was merely, "Good luck sir."
Basil smiled back at her and headed toward the building.
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Post by ravensaursrex on Sept 18, 2009 18:12:13 GMT -5
"Now...tell me again what this is about?" Janet asked the Commander as he directed Cytosaur through one of the computers. Robert glanced at the program without his normal glare "I'm not sure, my clearance isn't high enough that they tell me what is going on behind the scenes." he explained as the massive cyborg came into range of the base. "This is Commander Robert Macrone with Base009, also known as Unit009. We are requesting permission to dock." There was a pause before they they were shown to the docking bay by a few flashing lights.
Cytosaur moved into the dock and took an empty space, his body getting a check up as a platform extended out to the door of his side.
"Alright, none of you leave...I am going out to get our orders." Robert said before turning away from the motley crew, it didn't take him too long to cross the base and onto the platform. From here he set out to find his higher ups and finally get the low down on why he was called in.
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Post by stealthartist24 on Sept 18, 2009 22:46:11 GMT -5
Six humongous engines roared above the clouds. A one of its kind airplane had taken off from Moscow fourteen hours ago and was approaching Florida at a rapid pace. A Russian fighter jet followed not far behind, escorting the aircraft just in case something violent were to occur. Eventually the Floridian coastline came into view, and the plane started to descend. Smaller objects started to become visible to the human eye, and then even smaller ones. The plane finally reached its destination, Imar HQ. The pilot started to flip some switches to find Imar's control signal.
When he did, he announced, "Zis iz Flight RN-024, requezting permizzion to land."
"Permission granted. Proceed."
The aircraft made a slight turn and began to descend even lower. Its great speed then slowed down to an almost hault as the runway came closer. In response to the runway, the landing gear slid out of the bottom of the plane and touched the pavement. It ran about a quarter of the length of the runway, and finally stopped. The engines' noises died out and air compressors started to activate on a side of the plane. A large panel slid out from the side and started to expand until finally touching the ground where it sat until the three RNT representatives would exit. A few guards walked down the platform first, standing at the bottom, waiting for the three.
Dimitri looked out of his window and saw the destruction. He looked over to his uncle, "Vell, ze damage iz aparent."
"That's one of ze reazons we are here, Dimitri. All zese matters vill be discussed," he replied, knowing that the meeting would turn out good.
They continued as they walked down the ramp. The first thing they noticed was the warm weather, which was much better than the chilly Moscow climate.
"You can go back in ze plane, guys. I don't think I'll be needing you here," Vladimir told his guards.
"Are you sure?" One of them piped up.
"Yez, I have a good feeling about zis."
Mr. Ilchov, Dimitri and Nikolai all approached the jeep sitting at the end of the runway, expecting a greeting. Vladimir stepped closer to the vehicle, and was the first to speak.
"Hello, sorry ve couldn't arrive earlier. It vas difficult to get out of Moscow after ze battle and all."
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Sept 19, 2009 20:50:18 GMT -5
“Understandable.” Responds Neil. After Vladimir introduces Dimitri and Nikolai, Neil gets a call on his cell. He flips the phone open and holds it up to his ear. “Yes?”
“Sir, the representatives from Phantomb Industries and GDFBase009 have arrived.”
“Good. Have them escorted here.” He closes the phone and puts it back in his pocket, then turns to the gathering. “Two more arrived.”
A few moments later, Suchodon limps out from behind one of the nearby hangars, having been awakened by the commotion of the massive RNT aircraft landing. The reptile hobbles over toward the group of people, looking over at the unfamiliar aircraft sitting on the runway. He leans down and slowly flicks his tongue out, its forked tip coming just a few feet from the group before pulling back into his mouth.
“It’s okay, Sucho. We’re just having some guests. Go back to sleep.”
Too sore to go back to where he’d come from, Suchodon simply lays down on the spot, wincing in pain in the process. Neil walks over and gently rubs the end of the creature’s snout. “Good boy.”
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Post by Omegarex24 on Sept 20, 2009 15:15:24 GMT -5
"It's a good thing you called when you did, Mr. Maxwell. We were planning on the exact same thing when your call came through."
"Oh?"
"Yes. It seems you aren't the only ones who can see the ravity of our situation. However, I think I may have a solution to Earth's collective problems."
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Post by ravensaursrex on Sept 20, 2009 17:08:27 GMT -5
"Excuse me, sir?" Robert turned to see a rather thin man calling out to him "Are you Robert Macrone?" he looked like some sort of lawyer and Robert hated those sorts of people.
"Commander Robert Macrone!" He snapped at the man, he didn't look very surprised at the venom in Robert's voice "Ah, good...please follow me and the meeting shall begin shortly after the others arrive." the lawyer turned and hurried off, leaving many questions buzzing in the older man's head as he followed.
Cytosaur glanced over at the new arrivals, while he had little interest in the robots or human machines kaiju on the other hand drew his robotic eyes. One such kaiju was the one that limped in, Cytosaur bit back his learned anger when he saw crocodile traits as he watched the other monster.
But he slowly scanned it, noticing that it was not so much a crocodilian as it was a chimera of other reptiles, the GDF data banks confirmed his guess and the cyborg let himself calm down. At least he wasn't the only living creature around here any more.
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Sept 20, 2009 17:49:49 GMT -5
"That's good to hear, General." Says Neil, turning away from Suchodon. "I look forward to learning the details."
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Post by stealthartist24 on Sept 20, 2009 20:15:40 GMT -5
"Ah, General Villiams, its good to zee you here," Vladimir joined in, "I'm glad you could assizt in ze whole Moscow situation. We needed all ze help ve could get."
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Post by Omegarex24 on Sept 22, 2009 17:50:49 GMT -5
"Glad to do it. Cerberus needed a proper field test anyways. I trust you will be able to repair the damage to Moscow and your base?"
"Ve should be able to, yes."
"Excellent. And I think I know a way for you to provide some assistance back. More on that though once we're all assembled."
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Post by stealthartist24 on Sept 23, 2009 17:01:08 GMT -5
"I look forvard to hearing it, General," Vladimir responds, delighted to be able to help.
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Post by ravensaursrex on Sept 23, 2009 18:37:32 GMT -5
The weedy looking man stopped "We are still waiting for the rest to arrive so you may wait around here." he then vanished before Robert could so much as utter one curse word. The Commander carefully glanced around, taking in the sight of the few other people around him.
Most were just staff, fluttering around everywhere like chickens with their heads cut off. But there was a group not far from here with some interesting men in it, one or two he knew from the news.
Robert did not go over and join them, he didn't like a single thing about this whole mess and fell back on his old sniper training. Wait, watch, listen and when the time is right, that is when you act.
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Sept 23, 2009 20:16:07 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the wait, guys. College was being a major douche this week. Had 2 papers due.
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Neil looks at his watch. It’s 5:00. “Well, it’s time to get this show on the road. Follow me.”
“But vat about ze others?” asks Vladimir.
“I said to be here at 1700. It’s 1700. If they aren’t reliable enough to even make it to a meeting on time, I have no desire to work with them.”
Ten minutes later, Neil and the representatives from CEE, RNT, Phantomb Industries, and GDFBase009 are all seated around the large table in the meeting room in the main building. Jason has joined them as well, a small stack of papers in front of him.
“Jason has gathered some very interesting information on our enemies, but before we get to that...” Neil turns to General Williams, “General, let’s see this ‘solution’ of yours.”
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