Project Typhon {Open RP} (803 views)

[Kepiloth]

Project Typhon  

  []The attacks on the Station have been getting fiercer. The Fuzzles and the Space Fungus have been growing more bold. Project Typhon has been enacted. The goal to create a defence system that will annihilate the threat entirely. In addition to reinforcing and upgrading the defence systems, the call for better mech and weapons has led to radical changes to the field of robotics. More powerful tools for eliminating the Fuzzles. Cyril Rose an Engineer living on the station has devoted himself over the past eight years to developing the prototype. Cyril's daughter, Carol has been selected to build the prototype defense mech A.M.B.A.C.





This mech is made from two defense walkers and spare ship parts. Weaponry includes two eight-tube missile racks, two beam Vulcans, and one mega-particle launcher. These are powered by a G-particle reactor. This reactor has a radioactive element in it and has a battery life of three days before it needs to be recharged.[]


                                 [ Let justice be done through Heavens Fall. ]





    Carol woke up and stumbled into the shower. She turned the water to hot and stepped in. The Kougra began to lather herself off and rinse herself down. She stepped out and dressed. Carol walked into the kitchen, and began to rummage around in the fridge for breakfast. "You're up early." Said a voice from behind her. She turned to see her dad behind her. He was a slim, blue Kougra, in his early forties. He wore a shirt and pajama bottoms. "You are supposed to be asleep this early." Carol said with a small smile. "I couldn't sleep.  Not when today we unveil the AMBAC prototype. If we get this funded the other three designs will become a reality." She glanced around her dad and he chuckled, "No, your mom is still asleep. But you'd better get headed over to the hanger and tweak the prototype."  

 Carol nodded, grabbed a bagel and walked out the door heading left towards the hanger where the project her dad had worked on for eight long years lay, waiting to be used. There was a bit of a skip to the Kougra's step as she headed down to the area set aside for the machine that would shock the world. Cyril watched his daughter walk out the door and wondered where the time had gone. It seemed like only a few years ago she had been tinkering with some scrap in his workshop, and ended up making a mess of his lab trying to make a present for her mom.



(The hanger is used to store planes, mecha and Spaceships.)

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"Well, all I'm saying is that I don't understand what exactly it is you would have me do over there." says the Blue Aisha, annoyance in his voice as he still recovers from being pulled out of his vacation to go back to this...place. It had been years since he'd been in this office on that weird floor of the Space Station. He never thought he would see it again. Bitterly, he thought, that maybe he never wanted to. 

"Well, I'm saying that I'm not giving you a choice. You're our only available techie that was nearby, and NeoForce has an interest in contributing to Project Typhon to keep ourselves relevant." said the other Neopet behind the desk, keeping his face hidden under the purposely poorly-lit lights. "Typhon is a project enacted by the Virtupets Defense Forces with the interest of defending against a threat that could shake all of Neopia if left to get out of paw. That threat is from beyond the stars. Our duty is to protect Neopia as a whole from outside threats, and therefore Fuzzles fall well within our responsibilities to handle." 

There was a pause. "Sir, were there really no others-?"

"Darn it, Magadia." the shadowy Neopet jumped from his chair. "I'm not sitting here while you talk to your superior as if you were arguing with your darned detective dispatch! I don't care what you are on Neopia, up here you are not a cop, you are a marine and I will not hear you question my judgement any more!" He almost shouted. "So get out there, you lazy slime, and do whatever Typhon needs you to do!" 

Kyle just stared for a moment, feeling immediately guilty that he indeed had gone against his commanding officer for even just a second. He was sorry, it had just been so long...but, well, he couldn't seem to bring those words out of his mouth. 

The shadowed Neopet sat down slowly, almost remorsefully. Not for yelling at Kyle, of course. "...you'll be meeting up with a few other marines assigned to Typhon in the Defense Force Hangar. Most of them have already gone down there. You are to report directly to the project manager; they probably won't need you in any sort of infantry work, so they probably split up your squad to do different things."

Another short pause. 

"Is that understood?"

Kyle straightened up. He had unknowingly slackened almost into a sort of cowering posture during the tirade. Thankfully, the dark kinda hid him from that. Hopefully. "Yes sir." He said, bringing himself to attention.

"Very good. Your CO is Captain Gilles for this mission, but I suspect you won't be seeing him much. Move out." 


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The familiar hum of the space station elevator opening onto the military deck seemed almost foreign to him. Kyle was almost shocked by how long it had been since he had last come here as he stepped off of the lift. Usually, not a whole lot went on here. With Sloth gone for good(?), the Defense Forces had become a little bit lax. The last time he was here there were just a few mechanics making sure everything was functioning properly. And not much else. Now with Typhon online, it was bustling again as with the first invasion. 

He really had to stop thinking about Sloth stuff. 

At any rate, he really needed to find out whom was running this project. The mech bay-- that was where they usually went over their Fuzzle issues, right? Had to be by that...ooh....one really big and shiny looking mech. He saw a number of mechanics roving around, and could pick out a marine or two, but he couldn't see his CO nor anybody that really looked like they were in charge. 

Oh wait, there we are. A Kougra caught his eye, done up in a pilot suit. It was rare that pilots would be the sole overseers of these things, but she was likely an officer, so it was a start. He silently hoped that he would not be getting in her way as he straightened himself up-- again-- and approached her. 

"Excuse me, miss?" he hailed her, jogging over. "I'm Lieutenant Magadia with the NF Task Force. I was sent here to assist in any technical or infantry-related matters, do you know whom I would speak to for my assignment?" He hoped he sounded professional enough. It had been way too long since he'd ever been in a situation like this, and here he was basically still in his plain clothes, save for a NeoForce T-shirt he'd thrown on over his usual white one.

[Kepiloth]

Carol turned to the Aisha and sighed. "Another Neoforce member? I honestly wonder why so may people are interested in my dad's prototype. But anyway, welcome to Project Typhon. I'm Carol Rose the Pilot of the AMBAC, that stands for Automatic Mass Balance And Control."


She turned to the machine and stared for a second frowning. The Ambac was painted bright green so it could be seen during the test. It is a streamlined dolphin like ship with two large arms ending in manipulator hands folded close to the main hull. Suddenly she yelled at one of the mechanics "Check the Reactor! I don't want to have my rear end explode!" She turned back to Kyle. "I'm not the one in charge here my dad is I'm just the test pilot. He'll be down in a few minutes."

[relativeequinox]

Kyle pursed his lips and shuffled his paws for a microsecond, at having NF referred to like that. He didn't quite like the dismissive way she turned away, either. Best keep it to himself, he thinks, one instance of talking back to a superior is enough for one day. He stilled himself and put his forepaws on his hips.

"I could take a look into that for you, while we're waiting." he offered. "What are we talking, Asparagus? Nova? Nuke fusion?" he said, starting off towards the equipment rack. " 'fya have the tools and equipment for me, I mean. And, to answer your question," he continued, "NeoForce is interested in defending its home too." 

[Kepiloth]

"This isnt a normal fusion reactor. The new particle my dad developed works to extend the battery life of any energy source by at least 30%. This battery has a three to four day life span at best." She said as straight faced as possible. "Believe me, unless you were involved in the development you wouldn't have a clue on how it works." Said a voice from behind. Both of them turned to see a blue Kougra and a Green Korbat standing at the doorway to the hanger.

[relativeequinox]

Kyle turned to face them. Well, she said it was her father that was in charge. He faced the Kougra.

And suddenly, he remembered the name of the project lead as was told to him by his own commander. "Mr. Rose, sir." He said, unsure of whether to salute or not. He....wasn't quite sure what to say next. "Um...there you are!"

[Kepiloth]

OOC:What a silly Aisha. He is Chief Engineer.

Cyril laughed at Kyle's comment. "It's ok. There's no need to be so formal. I'm Cyril and this is my lovely wife Erika. I see you have already met my daughter. Now don't be too put down by her views Neoforce has been rather inactive as of late, so I understand their need to stay relevant so some government official doesn't shut them down. Anyway the AMBAC is a highly specialised machine designed to improve the next generation of defences." Erika stood at about 5'6(167.64 cm) tall not counting her ears. She wore a lab coat over a plain blouse and skirt.

[relativeequinox]

OOC: Indeed, he's been out of the game for a while XD. Plus he was thrown into it kind've on his old boss's whim in the middle of his vacation.

Kyle listened intently and nodded, soothed a bit by the informality. Thank goodness, it would take some time for him to normalize to the military again. "I see. I can tell just by looking at it that's a um...few generations beyond the current anti-Fuzzle mech models..." he said, giving a sideways glance to the old X-Scrub 4000. He always liked the X-Scrub; it worked really well when it was given support. It was admittedly getting on in age, though. And he could certainly see why someone would want to replace it with...this...!

"So this AMBAC is really necessary for fighting the new Fuzzles, huh?" he asked. In the back of his mind he worried about the price and feasibility of deploying these monsters in large numbers, but he figured it wasn't his place to ask.

[Kepiloth]

Carol exchanged a glance with her dad."The AMBAC isn't going into mass production, we have another design for that, as well as a limited production model called the Regnant. The modified spaceship you see will be used to provide data for what will be the new models. The X-Scrub series is not going away at least until we find a way to make Regnants cheaper." She said as she walked over to the machine in question.

Cyril glanced at the X-Scrub 4000 model sitting next to the shiny new AMBAC and smiled. "Once we install the program in the AMBAC, modify the limbs to comply with the programming, change the chassis to be better armored, and add a stronger blaster we'll rebrand these as X-Scrub 10000. I am a firm believer in recycling old junk. Infact this shiny test ship, which you must think cost a fortune, was made of ship scraps and X-Scrub parts!" That last sentence came out as a roar of a laugh. 




This is the AMBAC Space Pod.

[relativeequinox]

Kyle blinked incredulously. Er, well, whatever the closed-eye Aishas' way of doing that was; partly at amazement in the components used and at Cyril's outburst. "Really? Out of X-Scrub parts and scraps?" he asked, looking the craft over.

"Well, that sounds like quite an impressive feat, sir." he said. "So, what do we need to be doing with her today?"

[Kepiloth]

"We'll be taking her out on a test flight. Show off what she can do, y'know? And if things go well, we can get the funding to upgrade the defense systems all over the station. THe added bonus is we get to show off to all of the top brass that something doesn't have to be brand new to kick tail." Carol said with a smug grin as she jumped onto the top of the ship easily.

There was a yelp as a mechanic tripped and sent tools flying, however they didn't fall to the ground. Instead they flew in the direction of several workers. Carol jumped to the ceiling and pushed off, using the boosters to change direction enough to nab a few of the tools. One of the other mechanics, an Ixi, noticing the tools grabbed the remaining tools with one hand. Carol nodded to the caprine Neopian and handed him the rest of the tools.

All around mechanics and civilians alike are starting to float off the floor to mixed reactions of surprise and enjoyment. "Did they reduce gravity in the hanger again? It gets disorienting to my sonar with everything floating around." Erika said in a slightly annoyed tone.

OOC: So Carol was quick to notice the mechanic's screwup. And yes Korbats should have sonar after all they are bats.

[relativeequinox]

OOC: Fair enough

Kyle was surprised by the floating at first, but was used to zero-gravity environments enough to orient himself what he felt was upright. "Whoa! Um...nice moves there. Any idea what happened to the gravity, though?" he asked, looking around. "Random glitch?" he guessed at, kicking a little to keep himself in the right place.

[Kepiloth]

 "That's the five minute warning signal. I set it up so Carol wouldn't lose track of time." Cyril said whilst looking at a pocketwatch he had pulled from seemingly nowhere. He put in in a pocket and said to his daughter. "Ready to change the world?" Carol nodded from her spot by the green machine

  Carol clambered up the AMBAC, opened the hatch, and jumped in. A strange sort of humming noise filled the room as she started up the generator and began to check each function one by one. As she checked the various sensor arrays and weapons system attachment points, a warning appeared for the Megaparticle Cannon's attachment point underneath her c.ockpit. This meant if she mounted the weapon, it could fall off at high speeds or possible explode from a stray hit. She reach over to a button next to her chair and pushed it. 


 A buzzing  sound came from Cyril's pocket. He pulled a communicator out of it and listened to what Carol said. He simply replied, "Don't use the cannon until it is fixed. Just rely on the vulcans and missiles. Alright let's get this going." The Kougra turned to everyone and roared "Everyone Out! It's time to start the test run!"


OOC: Would you kindly RP the Neoforce characters?

[relativeequinox]

OOC: Not totally sure what to write from here, so short post.

"Sheesh, quite a 'warning'!" Kyle complained to himself. "Couldn't use a PA system or tell anybody instead?" He swam and kicked off of something floating nearby to press on towards the door to the observation deck.

[Kepiloth]

Cyril, Erika, and Kyle watched everyone float out the doors and followed them to the area that had been set aside for this test flight. The room looked like most control rooms at the station, however twice as large with TV screens and lots of comfortable seating. Everyone began filing in and began sitting down except for the Neoforce troops and Cyril.  


  Cyril motioned them over to some instruments and control panels. "Seeing as you chaps are here, perhaps you would help us by manning the turrets during this test? We are anticipating a Fuzzle swarm and if we're lucky you'll get to shoot something. If not feel free to take a few potshots at the AMBAC. Though I warn you it's rather quick. Clocking roughly 100 klicks a minute at full thrust."