Experimental Fate - Vandread
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Re: Experimental Fate - Vandread
All right! Open sesame! Hibiki pulled his tools out of his back pack; a slot screw driver, some spare wires, electrical pliers, a wire crimp, and seven wads of clays. With little effort, he was able bypass the security features on the lock. With access to the internal components, Hibiki spent nearly six minutes rewiring the lock to work in reverse. It would open if the switch was toggled without a key, but if a key was inserted then the door wouldn't open. He carefully replaced the lock's cover and reactivated the security feature, leaving no obvious evidence of his tampering.
He knew what he did would be discovered, since someone would try to use the key, then find the door staying closed. Then a maintenance worker would come and fix the door and find out what was done. But he'd be long gone by then.
He grinned in satisfaction as he toggled the switch, opening the door, before toggling it back and slipping though while the door closed. He got through without being disturbed.
Broadcast from every terminal and speaker, the General's booming voice echoed through the ship, "We all feel in our hearts new breath coming from the Ikazuchi. Look upon it. Praise it. This is the flag ship. Of the Tarak Imperial Army!"
Hibiki made his way to a cargo hold, finding some men still unloading supplies into the Ikazuchi. He was easily able to sneak past them and further into the ship. Similar situations arose as went past security station and break rooms, where the crew of the warship were enthralled by the massive speech the general was delivering.
"As most of you already know, the main objective of our missions is to end the piracy that plaguing our borders by the women circling our realm recently. But do not forget that you are on a battle field. Work diligently and don't let ourselves be caught off guard."
Finally, he came to the last door between him and the Vanguard he came for. "Oh man," gasped Hibiki, breathing heavily from all the jogging. "This ship is a lot bigger than the map makes it to be." He pulled a rubber glove, designed to emulate the palm print of a random soldier to fool the print sensor. "It's a really good thing I haven't left anything to chance. I'd be in trouble if I hadn't done my homework." He sprayed the glove to remove the skin oil he got on it while putting it on, then pressed the glove to the scanner.
The scanner promptly replied, "PALM PRINT DOES NOT MATCH. REENTER WITHIN 30 SECONDS."
Hinbiki gasped. He was certain he had the right palm print on the glove. He had to do something fast, or the door would lock permanently and the security alarms would go off!
All right! Open sesame! Hibiki pulled his tools out of his back pack; a slot screw driver, some spare wires, electrical pliers, a wire crimp, and seven wads of clays. With little effort, he was able bypass the security features on the lock. With access to the internal components, Hibiki spent nearly six minutes rewiring the lock to work in reverse. It would open if the switch was toggled without a key, but if a key was inserted then the door wouldn't open. He carefully replaced the lock's cover and reactivated the security feature, leaving no obvious evidence of his tampering.
He knew what he did would be discovered, since someone would try to use the key, then find the door staying closed. Then a maintenance worker would come and fix the door and find out what was done. But he'd be long gone by then.
He grinned in satisfaction as he toggled the switch, opening the door, before toggling it back and slipping though while the door closed. He got through without being disturbed.
Broadcast from every terminal and speaker, the General's booming voice echoed through the ship, "We all feel in our hearts new breath coming from the Ikazuchi. Look upon it. Praise it. This is the flag ship. Of the Tarak Imperial Army!"
Hibiki made his way to a cargo hold, finding some men still unloading supplies into the Ikazuchi. He was easily able to sneak past them and further into the ship. Similar situations arose as went past security station and break rooms, where the crew of the warship were enthralled by the massive speech the general was delivering.
"As most of you already know, the main objective of our missions is to end the piracy that plaguing our borders by the women circling our realm recently. But do not forget that you are on a battle field. Work diligently and don't let ourselves be caught off guard."
Finally, he came to the last door between him and the Vanguard he came for. "Oh man," gasped Hibiki, breathing heavily from all the jogging. "This ship is a lot bigger than the map makes it to be." He pulled a rubber glove, designed to emulate the palm print of a random soldier to fool the print sensor. "It's a really good thing I haven't left anything to chance. I'd be in trouble if I hadn't done my homework." He sprayed the glove to remove the skin oil he got on it while putting it on, then pressed the glove to the scanner.
The scanner promptly replied, "PALM PRINT DOES NOT MATCH. REENTER WITHIN 30 SECONDS."
Hinbiki gasped. He was certain he had the right palm print on the glove. He had to do something fast, or the door would lock permanently and the security alarms would go off!
- Try again: There was no way the glove was wrong. Maybe he didn't center the hand on the scanner or maybe his hand wasn't the right shape. (If this option doesn't work, the the one with the second most votes will be attempted next.)
- Forget the glove: He got past the last door with his skills, he could do it here. But could he do it in 29 seconds? 28, 27, 26...
- Samurai: Forget the glove. The security team that would come to check on the door would be able to get through. Prepare to knock them out and use their hand. Unfortunately, while every man instinctively knows how to fight, Hibiki hasn't ever practiced fighting.
- Ninja: Forget the door. There had to be a vent or something nearby he could get into.
- Ninja: The other way into the Vanguard hanger is by going through the auxiliary cargo hold. Unfortunately, that room was being used as a banquet hall for most of the crew. He would have to sneak past scores of military cadets.
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Re: Experimental Fate - Vandread
2, bypass it.
2, bypass it.
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2. If he gets caught, he'll be valuable since he was hacking a secuirty door. Hes also a guy!
2. If he gets caught, he'll be valuable since he was hacking a secuirty door. Hes also a guy!
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2.
Dammit, Hibiki! You are Science in Action! If you can't do this in 30 seconds you'll just have to build a time machine later on and come BACK to this place in time and do it properly! Science shall prevail.
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Dammit, Hibiki! You are Science in Action! If you can't do this in 30 seconds you'll just have to build a time machine later on and come BACK to this place in time and do it properly! Science shall prevail.
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4. Combine Ninjutsu with Science, become
4. Combine Ninjutsu with Science, become
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"Oh, crap!" Hibiki nearly yelled. The glove was defective, so he had to act fast. He got his tools out of his backpack and began working on the door lock.
At the security room around the corner, the three relaxing guards were interrupted from their observation of a historic speech. Suddenly, the flashing red light, the silent alarm for the Vanguard Hanger nearby went off. "Unauthorized access? No way!" exclaimed one guard, standing up from his chair. "Now, of all times? The speech is really getting good," said another.
Then the senior of the three spoke, "It's probably nothing. Let's check it out as fast as possible." He turned to the monitor displaying the broadcast and switched back the security cameras.
"See, nothing there. The door probably shorted." "Yeah, lets just put a notice in for someone to fix it and be done with it."
"Nope, look here," said the senior guard, pointing at a the bottom left of the screen. "There's something on that tile. We're going over there." He turned the screen back to the broadcast before heading off to the locked down door at a jog, his two associates keeping pace.
In the temporary banquet hall, the General was coming to the conclusion to his speech. He had a nice surprise in store for everyone. "Enough time wasted! Why wait for the designated our to arrive? Wouldn't you agree with me men?" A resonate cheer from the crowd of cadet graduates responded.
Throughout the shipyard, technicians and engineers were panicking. "What's that? He's starting it two hours earlier!" "Get to your stations men!"
The guards reached the security door, finding it displaying the words LOCKDOWN IN EFFECT.
"Just as I suspected," said the senior guard, holding up a rubber glove, "someone tried to fool the scanner with a fake palm print." His two companions made downcast looks, while he brought his communicator to his mouth. "Security HQ. This is old section hanger security. We have an intruder. He just tried to get into the Vanguard hanger, but the door locked him out."
"Roger that," replied a voice on the other side. "Begin sweeping in pattern Theta. We're dispatching another team to assist."
On the other side of the door, a slightly wicked grin crossed Hibiki's face as he listened to the guards run off to find him. He knew he wouldn't have time to get past the security elements of the door, but he was able to open it and hide evidence of his tampering before getting through and letting the door lock down. He discarded his glove to make it look like he gave up and ran off, sending the guards on a ghost hunt. He only hoped they didn't bother to double check the hanger itself, though the fact that the door was locked down would buy him time if they did.
"Not bad, eh?" he said to himself. "That was a piece of cake." He had no idea what a piece a cake was, but the saying was catchy. He was in a large long room with dozens of large alcoves, each housing a Vanguard. He walked down the hanger, looking at each of the crotch plates of the fighting machines to find the modified one he modified; the plating had some distinctive markings, and it was a wonder it was put in with the regular parts. "Come on. Where are you?" he mumbled, as if addressing the Van-type would make it more apparent.
Out in the streets of the city, the crowd was chanting in response to the general's speech's surprise ending, and he responded in kind, "You voices have been heard. Allow me to answer your demand with this!" And then he raised his arms as a full company of trumpets the fanfare. All over, fueling pipes popped off, magnetizing braces retracting into the shipyard, steam gushed out of engine exhaust ports, the array of temporary rockets burst to life, and power lines heated up with their current. The behemoth structure, the Spaceship Ikazuchi began to launch.
Back in the hanger, Hibiki was had just found the Vanguard with his custom part.
"Oh, crap!" Hibiki nearly yelled. The glove was defective, so he had to act fast. He got his tools out of his backpack and began working on the door lock.
At the security room around the corner, the three relaxing guards were interrupted from their observation of a historic speech. Suddenly, the flashing red light, the silent alarm for the Vanguard Hanger nearby went off. "Unauthorized access? No way!" exclaimed one guard, standing up from his chair. "Now, of all times? The speech is really getting good," said another.
Then the senior of the three spoke, "It's probably nothing. Let's check it out as fast as possible." He turned to the monitor displaying the broadcast and switched back the security cameras.
"See, nothing there. The door probably shorted." "Yeah, lets just put a notice in for someone to fix it and be done with it."
"Nope, look here," said the senior guard, pointing at a the bottom left of the screen. "There's something on that tile. We're going over there." He turned the screen back to the broadcast before heading off to the locked down door at a jog, his two associates keeping pace.
In the temporary banquet hall, the General was coming to the conclusion to his speech. He had a nice surprise in store for everyone. "Enough time wasted! Why wait for the designated our to arrive? Wouldn't you agree with me men?" A resonate cheer from the crowd of cadet graduates responded.
Throughout the shipyard, technicians and engineers were panicking. "What's that? He's starting it two hours earlier!" "Get to your stations men!"
The guards reached the security door, finding it displaying the words LOCKDOWN IN EFFECT.
"Just as I suspected," said the senior guard, holding up a rubber glove, "someone tried to fool the scanner with a fake palm print." His two companions made downcast looks, while he brought his communicator to his mouth. "Security HQ. This is old section hanger security. We have an intruder. He just tried to get into the Vanguard hanger, but the door locked him out."
"Roger that," replied a voice on the other side. "Begin sweeping in pattern Theta. We're dispatching another team to assist."
On the other side of the door, a slightly wicked grin crossed Hibiki's face as he listened to the guards run off to find him. He knew he wouldn't have time to get past the security elements of the door, but he was able to open it and hide evidence of his tampering before getting through and letting the door lock down. He discarded his glove to make it look like he gave up and ran off, sending the guards on a ghost hunt. He only hoped they didn't bother to double check the hanger itself, though the fact that the door was locked down would buy him time if they did.
"Not bad, eh?" he said to himself. "That was a piece of cake." He had no idea what a piece a cake was, but the saying was catchy. He was in a large long room with dozens of large alcoves, each housing a Vanguard. He walked down the hanger, looking at each of the crotch plates of the fighting machines to find the modified one he modified; the plating had some distinctive markings, and it was a wonder it was put in with the regular parts. "Come on. Where are you?" he mumbled, as if addressing the Van-type would make it more apparent.
Out in the streets of the city, the crowd was chanting in response to the general's speech's surprise ending, and he responded in kind, "You voices have been heard. Allow me to answer your demand with this!" And then he raised his arms as a full company of trumpets the fanfare. All over, fueling pipes popped off, magnetizing braces retracting into the shipyard, steam gushed out of engine exhaust ports, the array of temporary rockets burst to life, and power lines heated up with their current. The behemoth structure, the Spaceship Ikazuchi began to launch.
Back in the hanger, Hibiki was had just found the Vanguard with his custom part.
- Compliment: "So," Hibiki said to the Vanguard. "That's where you've been hiding, partner." He looked it up and down, admiring. "I have to say, you're looking pretty impressive."
- Chastise: "So," Hibiki said to the Vanguard. "That's where you ended up, partner." He crossed his arms and shook his head. "You won't believe the trouble I went through to get here."
- Greed: "So," Hibiki said to the Vanguard. "That's were they hid you, partner." He rubbed his hands together. "Well, finders keepers. Losers weepers. Come to papa!"
- Relief: "So," Hibiki said to the Vanguard. "That's where it they put it, partner." He wiped the sweat from his brow. "Man, I'm so glad I found you. Now to get out of here."
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Huh. 4?
Huh. 4?
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Re: Experimental Fate - Vandread
Just to be different, my vote goes to 1.
Just to be different, my vote goes to 1.
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Re: Experimental Fate - Vandread
Pardon the delay. I got into a funk, and rewrote this three times.
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Before him was the Vanguard. It was like every other Vanguard, but this one was now his. Like the others, before hit stood a thirty-something foot humanoid shaped robot; heavily armored, bulky, boxy limbs that could house various hidden weapon configurations and other combat devices; the chest housed the cockpit, as well as several important components; while the head contains several scanning and communication features and an optic lens. It was designed to be as close to mankind's body is function and ability that soldiers could be trained as infantry and then make the shift to war machine piloting with little difficulty.
Yet, just as Hibiki took a step forward to begin climbing to the Vanguard's cockpit, the floor shifted beneath him. In a moment, he found himself gaining distance from his Vanguard. He crashed into wall, and some loose cleaning supplies crashed into to him, stunning him for a moment.
"Ow. What's happened?" Hibiki groaned, retrieving himself from the junk. He stood up on the shaking floor, then glanced out nearby window. A horror struck expression took form as he saw the complete lack of the Shipyard, and the vast expanse of Tarak's desert surface. "We're going up? Already!?!" He shook off his disbelief, turned back to his Vanguard, then charged. "I have to get out of here."
In the Banquet hall next door, the General was readying his next segment of the ceremony, the shaking of his rising Ikazuchi subsiding enough. The chatting of cadets and soldier in the large room subsided with the dimming lights and the announcer's direction to look at the large screen that had dropped from the ceiling. The General watched the screen from the podium beneath with awe, despite having personally vetoed all the editing on it. It was short demonstration clip catered to show of the manly power of the new Van-type fighters, of which the R&D company that developed it dubbed it the Vanguard. He personally like his choice for the narrator, a rich tenor voice, but his favorite part was the demonstration clip of a Vanguard taking a direct hit from an artillery shell to it's chest, a cut from the demonstration video from the testing grounds. The video ended on a high note, promising Tarak's glory and freedom, and showing off the robust and manly vehicle of war.
The General grinned as the cadets and soldiers cheered (aside from a few). He turned from the podium, as the screen lifted and the back into the ceiling, and the hanger bay doors opened to reveal the fleet of Tsukumo Version Van-type Fighters, which brought the crowd's cheers even louder... for two seconds. Then everyone noticed an orange shirted boy hanging off the nearest Vanguard. Awkward silence permeated the room for what seemed like an eternity. Then someone shouted out, "Isn't that a third class citizen?"
The General came out of shock. "What are you doing? Get that boy!" he ordered, annoyed that some punk ruined his ceremony.
Busted, Hibiki thought to himself. Several guards came out of the crowd and from the wings of the room, clubs draw and scowling in his direction.
Pardon the delay. I got into a funk, and rewrote this three times.
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Before him was the Vanguard. It was like every other Vanguard, but this one was now his. Like the others, before hit stood a thirty-something foot humanoid shaped robot; heavily armored, bulky, boxy limbs that could house various hidden weapon configurations and other combat devices; the chest housed the cockpit, as well as several important components; while the head contains several scanning and communication features and an optic lens. It was designed to be as close to mankind's body is function and ability that soldiers could be trained as infantry and then make the shift to war machine piloting with little difficulty.
Yet, just as Hibiki took a step forward to begin climbing to the Vanguard's cockpit, the floor shifted beneath him. In a moment, he found himself gaining distance from his Vanguard. He crashed into wall, and some loose cleaning supplies crashed into to him, stunning him for a moment.
"Ow. What's happened?" Hibiki groaned, retrieving himself from the junk. He stood up on the shaking floor, then glanced out nearby window. A horror struck expression took form as he saw the complete lack of the Shipyard, and the vast expanse of Tarak's desert surface. "We're going up? Already!?!" He shook off his disbelief, turned back to his Vanguard, then charged. "I have to get out of here."
In the Banquet hall next door, the General was readying his next segment of the ceremony, the shaking of his rising Ikazuchi subsiding enough. The chatting of cadets and soldier in the large room subsided with the dimming lights and the announcer's direction to look at the large screen that had dropped from the ceiling. The General watched the screen from the podium beneath with awe, despite having personally vetoed all the editing on it. It was short demonstration clip catered to show of the manly power of the new Van-type fighters, of which the R&D company that developed it dubbed it the Vanguard. He personally like his choice for the narrator, a rich tenor voice, but his favorite part was the demonstration clip of a Vanguard taking a direct hit from an artillery shell to it's chest, a cut from the demonstration video from the testing grounds. The video ended on a high note, promising Tarak's glory and freedom, and showing off the robust and manly vehicle of war.
The General grinned as the cadets and soldiers cheered (aside from a few). He turned from the podium, as the screen lifted and the back into the ceiling, and the hanger bay doors opened to reveal the fleet of Tsukumo Version Van-type Fighters, which brought the crowd's cheers even louder... for two seconds. Then everyone noticed an orange shirted boy hanging off the nearest Vanguard. Awkward silence permeated the room for what seemed like an eternity. Then someone shouted out, "Isn't that a third class citizen?"
The General came out of shock. "What are you doing? Get that boy!" he ordered, annoyed that some punk ruined his ceremony.
Busted, Hibiki thought to himself. Several guards came out of the crowd and from the wings of the room, clubs draw and scowling in his direction.
- Fight time: Show these men that you're not a boy by beating the crap out of them!
- Too late now: Hibiki is literally three steps from opening the Vanguard's cockpit and getting inside.
- The jig is up: Maybe running away and coming back when the coast is clear would be a good idea.
- Surrender: Hibiki should give up and hope they don't punish him too badly.
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2 indeed.
2 indeed.
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Re: Experimental Fate - Vandread
Got another couple of votes from another form. Get into the cockpit it is.
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Too close to fail now, Hibiki spurred himself. He pulled himself higher up the Vanguard, reaching for the release lever to open the chest plate and get into the cockpit. He howled to get his adrenalin going, as he his hand found the level and yanked it. His heart skipped a beat as the Vanguard's chest plate turned upwards to reveal the cockpit; he had to drop lest he get a face full of metal and end up in the air, but he was quickly able to bring his waist back up enough to grab the one of the braces holding the seat in.
But when he tried to pull himself into Vanguard's cockpit, he found that a tension on his right ankle was holding him back. He turned his to find one of the guard had made it up to him. He grunted with effort as he twisted and flailed his still unrestrained leg about, and grinned as he succeeded in not only knocking his assailant off but knocking him into another guard below, sending them both tumbling at the Vanguard's feet.
No longer held back, Hibiki hurled himself into the cockpit. He barely heard the General barking orders from across the makeshift banquet hall as twisted in the seat and pulled out the small fire extinguisher from beside it and sprayed the other guard that reared his head up to the cockpit. Hibiki pulled the switch to close the cockpit, then pulled lock lever, sealing him in.
The crowd of cadets was in hysterics at the sight of the third class citizen's antics, until they realized that he had succeeded in hijacking a huge battle mech not even twenty feet away. The General was already at a communications console, "Clear the room. Bridge, get tactical to remotely disable that Van-type."
Inside the cockpit, Hibiki was busy working. He knew that once he got this far, someone would notice the Vanguard was activated without authorization, so he came prepared. He pulled out from his back pack a tool kit and a small metal brick with exposed circuitry. He then unscrewed a panel from above his seat, took out another metal brick, and replaced it with his own. He had just replaced the hard drive with one that didn't have any software overrides. He was now in complete control of the Vanguard. He screwed the panel back into place, then threw the activation switched.
He grinned as the display panel in front of him came to life. He waited excitedly as the OS loaded, then went to displaying what was going on around him. He could see that most of the cadets had scrambled out of the room, but one had just run beneath his field of view. He turned and follow the man, then noticed that he was trying to get past him to Vanguard. Hibiki also saw that there were several other cadets trying to climb into Vanguards.
Got another couple of votes from another form. Get into the cockpit it is.
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Too close to fail now, Hibiki spurred himself. He pulled himself higher up the Vanguard, reaching for the release lever to open the chest plate and get into the cockpit. He howled to get his adrenalin going, as he his hand found the level and yanked it. His heart skipped a beat as the Vanguard's chest plate turned upwards to reveal the cockpit; he had to drop lest he get a face full of metal and end up in the air, but he was quickly able to bring his waist back up enough to grab the one of the braces holding the seat in.
But when he tried to pull himself into Vanguard's cockpit, he found that a tension on his right ankle was holding him back. He turned his to find one of the guard had made it up to him. He grunted with effort as he twisted and flailed his still unrestrained leg about, and grinned as he succeeded in not only knocking his assailant off but knocking him into another guard below, sending them both tumbling at the Vanguard's feet.
No longer held back, Hibiki hurled himself into the cockpit. He barely heard the General barking orders from across the makeshift banquet hall as twisted in the seat and pulled out the small fire extinguisher from beside it and sprayed the other guard that reared his head up to the cockpit. Hibiki pulled the switch to close the cockpit, then pulled lock lever, sealing him in.
The crowd of cadets was in hysterics at the sight of the third class citizen's antics, until they realized that he had succeeded in hijacking a huge battle mech not even twenty feet away. The General was already at a communications console, "Clear the room. Bridge, get tactical to remotely disable that Van-type."
Inside the cockpit, Hibiki was busy working. He knew that once he got this far, someone would notice the Vanguard was activated without authorization, so he came prepared. He pulled out from his back pack a tool kit and a small metal brick with exposed circuitry. He then unscrewed a panel from above his seat, took out another metal brick, and replaced it with his own. He had just replaced the hard drive with one that didn't have any software overrides. He was now in complete control of the Vanguard. He screwed the panel back into place, then threw the activation switched.
He grinned as the display panel in front of him came to life. He waited excitedly as the OS loaded, then went to displaying what was going on around him. He could see that most of the cadets had scrambled out of the room, but one had just run beneath his field of view. He turned and follow the man, then noticed that he was trying to get past him to Vanguard. Hibiki also saw that there were several other cadets trying to climb into Vanguards.
- No time to lose: Make a break for it! Hibiki needs to get off the Ikazuchi immediately!
- Let's get out of here: Hibiki should take advantage of his head start, to get off the ship, but he should make a quick stop at the Vanguard weapon's locker to grab some toys.
- Not so fast, soldiers: To buy some time, Hibiki should wreck the other Vanguards, the ones the pilots are trying to get into at least.
- No survivors: It would be more efficient to kill the pilots before they get into the other Vanguard.
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