Post by Vio on Jun 10, 2014 16:37:02 GMT -5
Towering heights entombed in snow and ice, the island of Viktas houses the largest Marine base in the entire South Blue: B-2. Armed to the teeth and heavily manned, this bastion stands tall amongst the frozen mountains; a warning to all pirates who sail the southern waters. That said, despite all its fortifications and efficiency, even the frigid stone walls of this base could not stand up to the legendary Jack Dancer. Still in a state of wrack and ruin, the Marines are hard at work trying to rebuild the once proud fortress, but it is likely it will take some time. Until then, this place is vulnerable, and as such it was the commanding officers who decided it best to call in for some more 'advanced' help...
A large vessel now docked at the port of Viktas' Marine base, its masts bore the blue seagull insignia, a symbol of justice to the world. A symbol that struck equal parts fear and hope into those who witnessed its presence. However, said logo currently meant little more than some additional reinforcements to a crippled base, and everyone in the South Blue knew it.
"Steady now! The Commodore wants it here in one piece, not a million! And I'm pretty sure it's coming out of our pay checks if it gets damaged!" Words of warning bellowed from one of the foremen, he watched as the crane eased a large container crate from the cargo bay of the ship and rested it neatly upon a large wheeled wagon. With the assistance of a handful of recruits, the container was released from the crane and the wagon allowed to proceed. It would be at least another half an hour before the convoy of cargo was fully contained within the base...
Loading... Running Operational Diagnostic... All Systems Online... A gentle flicker of light emerged from the dark pane of glass as the artificial intelligence ignited. Internal engines purring softly, only audible to those who pressed their ear against his clean white armour, the first officially released member of the Riot Suppression and Law Enforcement Unit was now awakened. After an unknown period of slumber, the robotic beast was now up and running and ready to serve. Behind the panel of glass that covered his face, an array of cameras adjusted and repositioned, scanning the area before him before settling upon a human face.
"Hey there." Visual targeting systems taking a few shots of the man which squatted down before him, the mechanised Marine quickly added the photographs to his data storage. A man of decent build, perhaps not overly muscled but at least very toned, with short brown hair and a matching goatee upon his chin. Dark sunglasses obscured his rich brown eyes, much as the robot's visor concealed the 'eyes' which its systems used.
"State Personal Identification." Speaking with a fragmented voice that obviously extracted its words from a database, the artificial intellect made a simple request towards the gentleman that squatted before him. Clad in pale red pyjamas that greatly resembled a shirt and trousers, the officer also wore a loosely secured black tie and the traditional white coat worn by higher ranking Marines. That said, the robot had no need to identify a person based on something that could easily be changed, but rather stored and retrieved images of a person's face and samples of their voice in order to distinguish them. Of course, every face needed a name to put to it.
"Eh? No 'please'...? I'm Commodore Futsuka Yoi. What? You're telling me this isn't even programmed into you already?" Leaning back a bit, the Commodore lazily raised an eyebrow to the talking pile of machinery that rested before him. Adjusting its own head, the device followed the motions of his current target as it saved the identification, image and voice samples of Futsuka Yoi.
Identification Successful. Visual And Audio Recognition Files Saved. Personal Identification Required. His body rising from his sitting position, the mechanised marvel rose to its full height of approximately four feet. Not entirely impressive, the length of the beast was a good seven feet and six, weighing in at just a few hundred pounds under a whole tonne.
"Actual Designation: Riot Suppression And Law Enforcement Unit. Model Number, Ten. Abbreviated To R.E.X." Reciting its own identity to the pyjama-clad Commodore, R.E.X made a quick sweep of the area in which it had awoken. External temperatures were comfortable, not so hot that overheating was an issue and not too cold to slow down his responsiveness.
"Okay, Rex. Pleasure to meet you, I guess. Welcome to Marine Branch B-2. Or, what's left of it... Say, do you know how to fetch?" The Commodore took the opportunity to stand as he asked the trivial question, though his height of two hundred and twenty two centimetres was somewhat slumped. For a moment, the robot remained still, looking at the Commodore through the dark glass pane, the faintest flicker of light emerging as the cameras adjusted and refocused.
"I Possess Standard Retrieval Protocols. I Am Able To Identify And Transport Handcuffs, Gas Masks And Other Marine Equipment." Giving a straightforward answer was one thing, but the sarcasm of the Commodore went so far over the law enforcement unit's head that it may as well have bounced off the ceiling. To that, Mister Futsuka simply frowned lazily and tilted his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"What if I threw a stick?" Making no effort to conceal the snark in his voice, the lazy leader proposed his question to the 'almighty' A.I. Again, a few seconds of silence permeated the air between them as the computer systems put together an answer.
"If Ordered I Will Retrieve It. However, I Do Not Understand How A Stick Will Aid In Marine Activity." His response provoking nothing more than a few disappointed tuts from his commanding officer, R.E.X simply watched and waited patiently. It was a fact of his programming, practicality was far more important than such meagre tasks as fetching a stick. If said stick had some value to current operations, then he would prioritise it, but otherwise it would be very low on his list of things to do.
"Eh? That's no fun. Whatever. Follow me, anyway. Time to give you the full introduction." Turning and walking away, the Commodore gave a quick glance over his shoulder towards the robot. Sure enough, R.E.X begun to follow without question, four mechanical legs walking him forwards along the path that Futsuka Yoi was creating for him. Outside, the temperature was drastically different, many degrees colder in comparison to the inside. Yet, without fail, men were scattered about the fortress making repairs and trying to make something of the mess that the infamous Jack Dancer had caused. In the partially sheltered courtyard, a myriad of servicemen and women were gathered together in a small sea of uniform.
A large vessel now docked at the port of Viktas' Marine base, its masts bore the blue seagull insignia, a symbol of justice to the world. A symbol that struck equal parts fear and hope into those who witnessed its presence. However, said logo currently meant little more than some additional reinforcements to a crippled base, and everyone in the South Blue knew it.
"Steady now! The Commodore wants it here in one piece, not a million! And I'm pretty sure it's coming out of our pay checks if it gets damaged!" Words of warning bellowed from one of the foremen, he watched as the crane eased a large container crate from the cargo bay of the ship and rested it neatly upon a large wheeled wagon. With the assistance of a handful of recruits, the container was released from the crane and the wagon allowed to proceed. It would be at least another half an hour before the convoy of cargo was fully contained within the base...
Loading... Running Operational Diagnostic... All Systems Online... A gentle flicker of light emerged from the dark pane of glass as the artificial intelligence ignited. Internal engines purring softly, only audible to those who pressed their ear against his clean white armour, the first officially released member of the Riot Suppression and Law Enforcement Unit was now awakened. After an unknown period of slumber, the robotic beast was now up and running and ready to serve. Behind the panel of glass that covered his face, an array of cameras adjusted and repositioned, scanning the area before him before settling upon a human face.
"Hey there." Visual targeting systems taking a few shots of the man which squatted down before him, the mechanised Marine quickly added the photographs to his data storage. A man of decent build, perhaps not overly muscled but at least very toned, with short brown hair and a matching goatee upon his chin. Dark sunglasses obscured his rich brown eyes, much as the robot's visor concealed the 'eyes' which its systems used.
"State Personal Identification." Speaking with a fragmented voice that obviously extracted its words from a database, the artificial intellect made a simple request towards the gentleman that squatted before him. Clad in pale red pyjamas that greatly resembled a shirt and trousers, the officer also wore a loosely secured black tie and the traditional white coat worn by higher ranking Marines. That said, the robot had no need to identify a person based on something that could easily be changed, but rather stored and retrieved images of a person's face and samples of their voice in order to distinguish them. Of course, every face needed a name to put to it.
"Eh? No 'please'...? I'm Commodore Futsuka Yoi. What? You're telling me this isn't even programmed into you already?" Leaning back a bit, the Commodore lazily raised an eyebrow to the talking pile of machinery that rested before him. Adjusting its own head, the device followed the motions of his current target as it saved the identification, image and voice samples of Futsuka Yoi.
Identification Successful. Visual And Audio Recognition Files Saved. Personal Identification Required. His body rising from his sitting position, the mechanised marvel rose to its full height of approximately four feet. Not entirely impressive, the length of the beast was a good seven feet and six, weighing in at just a few hundred pounds under a whole tonne.
"Actual Designation: Riot Suppression And Law Enforcement Unit. Model Number, Ten. Abbreviated To R.E.X." Reciting its own identity to the pyjama-clad Commodore, R.E.X made a quick sweep of the area in which it had awoken. External temperatures were comfortable, not so hot that overheating was an issue and not too cold to slow down his responsiveness.
"Okay, Rex. Pleasure to meet you, I guess. Welcome to Marine Branch B-2. Or, what's left of it... Say, do you know how to fetch?" The Commodore took the opportunity to stand as he asked the trivial question, though his height of two hundred and twenty two centimetres was somewhat slumped. For a moment, the robot remained still, looking at the Commodore through the dark glass pane, the faintest flicker of light emerging as the cameras adjusted and refocused.
"I Possess Standard Retrieval Protocols. I Am Able To Identify And Transport Handcuffs, Gas Masks And Other Marine Equipment." Giving a straightforward answer was one thing, but the sarcasm of the Commodore went so far over the law enforcement unit's head that it may as well have bounced off the ceiling. To that, Mister Futsuka simply frowned lazily and tilted his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"What if I threw a stick?" Making no effort to conceal the snark in his voice, the lazy leader proposed his question to the 'almighty' A.I. Again, a few seconds of silence permeated the air between them as the computer systems put together an answer.
"If Ordered I Will Retrieve It. However, I Do Not Understand How A Stick Will Aid In Marine Activity." His response provoking nothing more than a few disappointed tuts from his commanding officer, R.E.X simply watched and waited patiently. It was a fact of his programming, practicality was far more important than such meagre tasks as fetching a stick. If said stick had some value to current operations, then he would prioritise it, but otherwise it would be very low on his list of things to do.
"Eh? That's no fun. Whatever. Follow me, anyway. Time to give you the full introduction." Turning and walking away, the Commodore gave a quick glance over his shoulder towards the robot. Sure enough, R.E.X begun to follow without question, four mechanical legs walking him forwards along the path that Futsuka Yoi was creating for him. Outside, the temperature was drastically different, many degrees colder in comparison to the inside. Yet, without fail, men were scattered about the fortress making repairs and trying to make something of the mess that the infamous Jack Dancer had caused. In the partially sheltered courtyard, a myriad of servicemen and women were gathered together in a small sea of uniform.