Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
I could be convinced to drop the Steeds I suppose, but I do want the Bulwarks for the Perseus Alt Form.
Because we were told to have a second machine ready to go.
Anyway, I've dumped the Steeds at least.
Super Robot Quest
- Thread starter Basarin
- Start date
- Original Sci-Fi
I could be convinced to drop the Steeds I suppose, but I do want the Bulwarks for the Perseus Alt Form.
Because we were told to have a second machine ready to go.
Anyway, I've dumped the Steeds at least.
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
[X] Plan Cavalry
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- Location
- California
[X] Plan: Saving for something special
-[X] Aviation - What else can we do with this? (3 RP)
--[X] Diana's Support
-[X] K-Class Materials Experiments - This Hand of Mine... 2 RP
--[X] Katarina's Support
-[X] Ivanna's Support on Energy Shard Processing
-[X] Aviation - What else can we do with this? (3 RP)
--[X] Diana's Support
-[X] K-Class Materials Experiments - This Hand of Mine... 2 RP
--[X] Katarina's Support
-[X] Ivanna's Support on Energy Shard Processing
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
I wonder what would happen if fed a energy shard to a Kaiju stem cell? Would it just become an organic battery or would it use the energy to do something FUN?
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
... Mecha Godzilla?
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
[X] Plan: Getting Out of Beta we're releasing on time!
Or if you ate a K-Cell, and it recognized that and symbiotized with the host body?
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
1) Guyver
2) Tekkaman
3) Parasyte
4) Tokyo Ghoul
Pick one.
I'm picking 1 and 2, simply because those two would be the easiest for us to turn into Hot-Blooded Badasses. 3 would just sit there and exposit on whether we are the "good guys" or not, while 4 would eventually turn into a blood/flesh crazy psychopath we can't control.
....Speaking of Guyver, has anyone made a Quest using that series yet?
Qui Bono?
- Location
- USA
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"You don't think small, do you?" Scrapheap murmured. Bandit turned his head and made an inquisitive noise. "Even with all the human warforms you've managed to secure, you aren't satisfied."
"'course I'm not satisfied," the yellow-clad Free Brother grunted. He rolled his shoulders, which still felt different after the modifications. "Not until I get a good showin' against that damned human warform."
"That's it?" Scrapheap asked. The Free Brother 'medic' stared at him through a single bright-blue optic, the only real clean part to him. The rest were nothing but patchwork plates and rivets adorning his body jutting out at odd and random angles. One eye simply was nothing but a plate welded over it, his right hand nothing but a surgical claw implement. Said claw twitched and sparked in anticipation. "You would just wish one confrontation with him?"
"Well, maybe after I smash its face in a few times," Bandit shrugged. Green optics stared back at Scrapheap's as the yellow-clad Brother took a few steps forward through the warship's halls. His outline had changed a significant deal: where it was blocky and humanoid before, now he had gained bulk on top of that to account for all the additional moving pieces. Sure, it wasn't an exact facsimile to the shapeshifting warforms the humans were using, and it wasn't going to fool anyone on closer examination, but it was close enough.
Besides, his was bigger and could shoot bigger cannons at them. His was better by default. Scrapheap did good work there.
"Still, this plan of yours..." Scrapheap's claw twitched again. "You know it carries risk, don't you?"
"Hey, if it's not risky, it's not profitable." They stopped before the door to the bridge. "This might not be a big payoff now, but it'll be a good setup for later. You gotta invest some to make more."
Before Scrapheap could comment, their way was impeded by a large Kaus. "Whaddya want, Bandit?" the giant growled, his deep voice echoing in the empty hallway.
"Hey, Rangefinder, my buddy," Bandit said with the fakest smile plastered onto his face. "We're here to see the boss mech. We're expected."
"Yeah?" The large green-colored Kaus peered down at him, his face coming down so he could stare directly at him. Bandit refrained from commenting that the dumb piston probably needed a decontaminant awhile ago. "...hmm. Suppose you do." Grunting, a massive fist slammed into the console nearby with an echoing thud. A moment later, klaxons sounded and warning lights triggered as the doors slowly opened. "Go on in," he grunted. "His mood's...eh. He's had better, he's had worse." Before Bandit and Scrapheap could proceed, he poked a finger forcefully at Bandit's chest. "Don't. Push. Your. Probablity. Got it?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure, pal," Bandit muttered, desperately trying to smoothen out the dent Rangefinder left behind. The moment they stepped through, the doors immediately slammed shut with a thud, the klaxons thankfully falling silent. In its place was a long walkway, the illuminators all mostly deactivated; only Solaris' primary star dimly provided some measure of light as reflected from the Earth's satellite. It all gave it the effect of simply providing just enough light to see the walkway.
They were then immediately faced with a cheerful sight. "Oh, my," Scrapheap muttered. "Clearly our leader was not pleased with someone."
The impaled remains of a hapless Drone featured prominently in the middle of the walkway to the bridge. The Drone's face was still locked in the image of pain, agony, and suffering as its limbs were dismembered and its processor ripped straight from its core.
At least, he was pretty sure it happened while the Drone was still online. It didn't make sense to do it afterwards. It wouldn't be aware enough to feel the pain, and wouldn't be enough to make every other Kaus around think twice about trying anything.
"It improves the ambiance, don't you agree?" a strong voice echoed from the end of the bridge. As Bandit and Scrapheap looked up, walking past the impaled remains of the luckless Drone, a figure slowly walked out of the shadows from the end of the bridge, with only a pair of blue glowing optics to indicate where he was. "This one failed to kill a single prisoner dirtside," the voice continued. His voice had a hale and cheerful tone to it, all the while still espousing happily the process of casually deactivating a sentient Drone. "I made my displeasure..." The figure emerged, revealing the tall, imposing figure of Tyrannous. "...manifest."
Bandit quickly sketched a salute towards the larger Kaus, as did Scrapheap. Bandit was always reminded of just how much powerful the leader of the Free Brothers was every time they made contact. Primarily red and white in color scheme, with the occasional yellow highlight, Tyrannous looked every bit as if he could rip him limb from limb personally. Come to think of it, that was probably what happened to the poor bastard behind them. The only indication that Tyrannous spoke was the booming voice, and the slight modulation of the faceplate that served to also hide his expressions.
"Checkin' in, boss," Bandit said. "We had a plan that we wanted to run by you."
"By all means," Tyrannous agreed. With a lazy motion of his hand, he gestured for the two to follow him. Only now as they followed their leader did the illuminators slowly flicker online. "I have to say, I was rather pleased with all the...samples you've been providing," he commented, idly grabbing a nearby Shard. Naturally he didn't offer one to them. "I was actually about to call you up here. I was interested in gathering different ones."
"That is part of our reason for seeing you, my liege," Scrapheap offered. "And a way to draw out the law mechs."
"Oh?" A port on Tyrannous' left arm opened, and the Shard was unceremoniously slammed into it. The fragments sparked and hissed as the Kaus' body greedily absorbed the condensed energy. Where another Kaus might react with a flinch, or a sigh of relief, Tyrannous betrayed no such reaction as he kept his attention solely on the pair. "Well...suppose you should explain this scheme of yours, then."
"Goes like this, Boss," Bandit said. "Last chunk of time, the Legion's been quiet. Like, real quiet. That means either they're really hurtin'...or they're up to something." He then activates a holographic projector, showing an image of the warform he'd fought nearly a solar rotation ago. No need to advertise that part, though. Or the result. "Now the humans? They're comin' up with more stuff. It's probably not just us; they've got their own problems. But that means even more stuff we can nab." He shrugged, but he saw that he had his leader's attention. "And given how the Legion seem to want to help the humans all the time-"
"-you want to get a new sample and draw out the Legion," Tyrannous concluded for him.
"Yes, my liege," Scrapheap confirmed. "We just do not have enough information to process where they might have relocated." The medic shrugged and spread his arms in a placating gesture. "At the bare minimum, we either acquire a physical sample, or we gain image and sound samples of the latest human warforms. If we are truly successful, then we acquire a physical sample and draw out the Legion, and gain clues as to their latest whereabouts."
Tyrannous pondered this information as he also studied the warform's image. One hand rested on his chin while the other tapped against his elbow. This moment, however, was arguably the most dangerous part of dealing with Tyrannous. Bandit knew that he was either seriously thinking about your proposal, or he'd already made up his mind about it and was just thinking about what the most creative way to rip you limb from limb was. You honestly never knew with this crazy, which was why Bandit and Scrapheap took their sweet time putting this proposal together.
It took Tyrannous all of a few moments to make a decision. "Very well," he said finally. "You will have a drop ship and a horde of Drones at your disposal."
Both Scrapheap and Bandit seemed to let go of a tension they didn't realize they were containing. It was short-lived. "However." Both looked up. "I want something for myself," Tyrannous continued casually, reaching for another shard. He sounded jovial now, but Bandit wasn't letting go of that stress again until after they left the bridge. "Find me something destructive," he said, as if he were asking them to simply pick up some chunks of ore from a nearby mining station. "I suppose I should give this 'configuration' business a try."
Translation: Find me something that matches my criteria, or you are getting impaled next. "You betcha, Boss," Bandit managed to say while maintaining a straight face. "And, uh, we'll just get started straight away." Scrapheap behind him nodded fiercely, to the point that Bandit was afraid the poor medic's head would get jettisoned like a spring.
"Good, good," Tyrannous purred. "You both can leave...just send in the next Drone, would you?" The Shard shattered in his hand again like it was just so much tin. "This one's done nothing wrong. I just need to break a mech right now."
Both Kaus walked away at a very brisk pace.
ERROR: LOCALE UNKNOWN
"You don't think small, do you?" Scrapheap murmured. Bandit turned his head and made an inquisitive noise. "Even with all the human warforms you've managed to secure, you aren't satisfied."
"'course I'm not satisfied," the yellow-clad Free Brother grunted. He rolled his shoulders, which still felt different after the modifications. "Not until I get a good showin' against that damned human warform."
"That's it?" Scrapheap asked. The Free Brother 'medic' stared at him through a single bright-blue optic, the only real clean part to him. The rest were nothing but patchwork plates and rivets adorning his body jutting out at odd and random angles. One eye simply was nothing but a plate welded over it, his right hand nothing but a surgical claw implement. Said claw twitched and sparked in anticipation. "You would just wish one confrontation with him?"
"Well, maybe after I smash its face in a few times," Bandit shrugged. Green optics stared back at Scrapheap's as the yellow-clad Brother took a few steps forward through the warship's halls. His outline had changed a significant deal: where it was blocky and humanoid before, now he had gained bulk on top of that to account for all the additional moving pieces. Sure, it wasn't an exact facsimile to the shapeshifting warforms the humans were using, and it wasn't going to fool anyone on closer examination, but it was close enough.
Besides, his was bigger and could shoot bigger cannons at them. His was better by default. Scrapheap did good work there.
"Still, this plan of yours..." Scrapheap's claw twitched again. "You know it carries risk, don't you?"
"Hey, if it's not risky, it's not profitable." They stopped before the door to the bridge. "This might not be a big payoff now, but it'll be a good setup for later. You gotta invest some to make more."
Before Scrapheap could comment, their way was impeded by a large Kaus. "Whaddya want, Bandit?" the giant growled, his deep voice echoing in the empty hallway.
"Hey, Rangefinder, my buddy," Bandit said with the fakest smile plastered onto his face. "We're here to see the boss mech. We're expected."
"Yeah?" The large green-colored Kaus peered down at him, his face coming down so he could stare directly at him. Bandit refrained from commenting that the dumb piston probably needed a decontaminant awhile ago. "...hmm. Suppose you do." Grunting, a massive fist slammed into the console nearby with an echoing thud. A moment later, klaxons sounded and warning lights triggered as the doors slowly opened. "Go on in," he grunted. "His mood's...eh. He's had better, he's had worse." Before Bandit and Scrapheap could proceed, he poked a finger forcefully at Bandit's chest. "Don't. Push. Your. Probablity. Got it?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure, pal," Bandit muttered, desperately trying to smoothen out the dent Rangefinder left behind. The moment they stepped through, the doors immediately slammed shut with a thud, the klaxons thankfully falling silent. In its place was a long walkway, the illuminators all mostly deactivated; only Solaris' primary star dimly provided some measure of light as reflected from the Earth's satellite. It all gave it the effect of simply providing just enough light to see the walkway.
They were then immediately faced with a cheerful sight. "Oh, my," Scrapheap muttered. "Clearly our leader was not pleased with someone."
The impaled remains of a hapless Drone featured prominently in the middle of the walkway to the bridge. The Drone's face was still locked in the image of pain, agony, and suffering as its limbs were dismembered and its processor ripped straight from its core.
At least, he was pretty sure it happened while the Drone was still online. It didn't make sense to do it afterwards. It wouldn't be aware enough to feel the pain, and wouldn't be enough to make every other Kaus around think twice about trying anything.
"It improves the ambiance, don't you agree?" a strong voice echoed from the end of the bridge. As Bandit and Scrapheap looked up, walking past the impaled remains of the luckless Drone, a figure slowly walked out of the shadows from the end of the bridge, with only a pair of blue glowing optics to indicate where he was. "This one failed to kill a single prisoner dirtside," the voice continued. His voice had a hale and cheerful tone to it, all the while still espousing happily the process of casually deactivating a sentient Drone. "I made my displeasure..." The figure emerged, revealing the tall, imposing figure of Tyrannous. "...manifest."
Bandit quickly sketched a salute towards the larger Kaus, as did Scrapheap. Bandit was always reminded of just how much powerful the leader of the Free Brothers was every time they made contact. Primarily red and white in color scheme, with the occasional yellow highlight, Tyrannous looked every bit as if he could rip him limb from limb personally. Come to think of it, that was probably what happened to the poor bastard behind them. The only indication that Tyrannous spoke was the booming voice, and the slight modulation of the faceplate that served to also hide his expressions.
"Checkin' in, boss," Bandit said. "We had a plan that we wanted to run by you."
"By all means," Tyrannous agreed. With a lazy motion of his hand, he gestured for the two to follow him. Only now as they followed their leader did the illuminators slowly flicker online. "I have to say, I was rather pleased with all the...samples you've been providing," he commented, idly grabbing a nearby Shard. Naturally he didn't offer one to them. "I was actually about to call you up here. I was interested in gathering different ones."
"That is part of our reason for seeing you, my liege," Scrapheap offered. "And a way to draw out the law mechs."
"Oh?" A port on Tyrannous' left arm opened, and the Shard was unceremoniously slammed into it. The fragments sparked and hissed as the Kaus' body greedily absorbed the condensed energy. Where another Kaus might react with a flinch, or a sigh of relief, Tyrannous betrayed no such reaction as he kept his attention solely on the pair. "Well...suppose you should explain this scheme of yours, then."
"Goes like this, Boss," Bandit said. "Last chunk of time, the Legion's been quiet. Like, real quiet. That means either they're really hurtin'...or they're up to something." He then activates a holographic projector, showing an image of the warform he'd fought nearly a solar rotation ago. No need to advertise that part, though. Or the result. "Now the humans? They're comin' up with more stuff. It's probably not just us; they've got their own problems. But that means even more stuff we can nab." He shrugged, but he saw that he had his leader's attention. "And given how the Legion seem to want to help the humans all the time-"
"-you want to get a new sample and draw out the Legion," Tyrannous concluded for him.
"Yes, my liege," Scrapheap confirmed. "We just do not have enough information to process where they might have relocated." The medic shrugged and spread his arms in a placating gesture. "At the bare minimum, we either acquire a physical sample, or we gain image and sound samples of the latest human warforms. If we are truly successful, then we acquire a physical sample and draw out the Legion, and gain clues as to their latest whereabouts."
Tyrannous pondered this information as he also studied the warform's image. One hand rested on his chin while the other tapped against his elbow. This moment, however, was arguably the most dangerous part of dealing with Tyrannous. Bandit knew that he was either seriously thinking about your proposal, or he'd already made up his mind about it and was just thinking about what the most creative way to rip you limb from limb was. You honestly never knew with this crazy, which was why Bandit and Scrapheap took their sweet time putting this proposal together.
It took Tyrannous all of a few moments to make a decision. "Very well," he said finally. "You will have a drop ship and a horde of Drones at your disposal."
Both Scrapheap and Bandit seemed to let go of a tension they didn't realize they were containing. It was short-lived. "However." Both looked up. "I want something for myself," Tyrannous continued casually, reaching for another shard. He sounded jovial now, but Bandit wasn't letting go of that stress again until after they left the bridge. "Find me something destructive," he said, as if he were asking them to simply pick up some chunks of ore from a nearby mining station. "I suppose I should give this 'configuration' business a try."
Translation: Find me something that matches my criteria, or you are getting impaled next. "You betcha, Boss," Bandit managed to say while maintaining a straight face. "And, uh, we'll just get started straight away." Scrapheap behind him nodded fiercely, to the point that Bandit was afraid the poor medic's head would get jettisoned like a spring.
"Good, good," Tyrannous purred. "You both can leave...just send in the next Drone, would you?" The Shard shattered in his hand again like it was just so much tin. "This one's done nothing wrong. I just need to break a mech right now."
Both Kaus walked away at a very brisk pace.
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- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
So the are the drones just unnamed mook Kaus or are they so basic mooks that they don't count as Kausen?
I dunno man, he's sounding like Frank Welker in my head.
The Transformers Prime version, not the original.
- Location
- USA
@NotteBoy97
They're very much like the Vehicons from TF Prime. They're sentient enough to have emotions, but they're mostly unnamed mooks.
They're very much like the Vehicons from TF Prime. They're sentient enough to have emotions, but they're mostly unnamed mooks.
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
I guess giving them
- Location
- USA
As you might have guessed, Tyrannous isn't exactly stable.
And make them go faster? Are you nuts?
Pred1059
All you are is an empty muppet
- Location
- Home Sweet 192.168.1.1
I may be biased since I grew up on Beast Wars, but to me, our villainous mech leader seems to have a touch of civility and refinement, masking a bottomless well of rage.