After Colony 198 takes place two years after the Gundam Wing television series, and one year after Endless Waltz. It doesn't necessarily have to do with the Gundam Pilots, but there is room to put them into the story line. There is also more than enough room for personal (originally created) characters of your very own! We've run this through before, but because of lack of players and a very long pause in story, we've decided to restart it.
We don't have much of a story line yet, mostly because we don't have any villains yet (which would probably be why I'm posting this). This forum is to advertise membership oppurtunities and hopefully have story ideas given. What we think may happen in our little group is that:
The people of Earth have gotten tired of the poor conditions they are living in. Many times they have tried to get the attention of the Government, but to no avail. The Government is too caught up in their campaigns to creating colonies that will one day house the bulk of humanity, instead of the resource-drained Earth. Becoming angry, an orginization named "The Rectification Unified Confederacy of Earth" or "TRUCE" has emerged as a rebellion coalition of both militia members, and high trained military soldiers all fed up with the Government.
Seeing the prominent danger associated with such a rebellion, the remaining military from both the Earth and Colonies has begun a counter-coalation to save the Colonies. The Earth Sphere and Colony Unified Nations' military (ESCUN). This military orginization is responsible for protection not only the bases colonies from attack by TRUCE, but also protecting various Government officials threatened by TRUCE.
Watching from the side-lines is a seperate group from both sides. Ace Banks, former Lieutenant of ESCUN, has branched off to form his own little group E-CUF. Standing for Earth-Colony Unity Faction, E-CUF has both sides' interests at heart. Coming from both the Earth and Colonies themselves, the people of this faction realize both sides of the problem. They see that the Earth does need to be helped, and the Colonies are a good outsource in case the Earth ever dies from being drained. Wanting neither side to win, but neither side to succumb to what the other wants, E-CUF has decided to stay nuetrally allied with both sides, being a peace-keeper and defender of the Colonies and Earth.
What we need are people for TRUCE, ESCUN, and E-CUF. Ace is taken, his mutual partner, Dartania Reynolds, is also taken. She's currently in the process of helping him find people to be in E-CUF. We need people like Technicians, Scientists, Computer geeks, so on. Some stereotyped characters, you know? The creepy, intelligent kid. You get the picture. TRUCE needs a leader, and some other people, as does ESCUN. I was thinking how interesting it would be if one of the Original Gundam pilots was the leader of TRUCE, but that's just a little twist I'd find interesting. First call, first serve I suppose.
So, if you're interested, please fill in a character form, a write a paragraph sample of your style of role-play. I will not provide a character form, I want you to add as much information as possible. It's part of the process, detail is always a good thing to have. If you have my interest, you will get the web-site URL in your mailbox in less than a day. Like I said, this is a little more sophisticated than some of the Role-playing groups on Gaia, so if you're not accepted don't be too down on yourself.
Another thing about this RPG is that if you are accepted and do join, you will most likely have your character drawn by me. You can provide pictures to the group, but I love to draw so there may be a few cases of me making pictures. Fun fun, eh? So yah, go to it and have fun in the process of supplying your information. You have three chances.
Note: You do not have to read the quote!!!
This is the story so far:
Ace:
The dark silouette of a man is cast against the bright shine of
the rising sun through a very large, thick bay window resting on a
high-level of some building. The man, standing of decent to large
stature, holding a height of a few inches improvement over six feet,
a wide-shouldered upper body, and a sturdy, long-legged base. After
a moment, the man turns and begins to stride along side the large
window, causing his hair to cascade back a bit, hopping as his body
shifts. His seemingly "shaggy" hair bounces a bit over his ears, his
bangs parting to the sides a bit as the slight breeze runs toward
him because of his movement. His upper body is only clad with a
tight, ribbed tanktop, hugging his form well. The tail of the shirt
spills over his standard-issue "flight pants," seeing as the man is
primarily a pilot of these facilities. Normally, he would adorn his
jacket as well, but it had been a long day, now gone, and he just
wanted to wander lazily and relax. In fact, the jacket wasn't even
completely discarded. The sleeves were empty and the jacket unzipped
to a button at the very bottom, causing it to fold backward over
itself and fall semi-skirt like upon his hips. It was a lazy time,
though, and he did not care greatly. As he reached the end of this
particular hall, he raised his left hand slowly from his pocket,
lesiurely pressing his left thumb, index finger, and ring finger to
a small pad beside the door. After a few beeps and murmurs by the
electronics, a pre-recorded voice chimed "Lt. Banks, Ace," causing
the door to slide open with a hyrdoulic "swoosh." Ace then stepped
through the door silently, begging down the primary hall of this
floor, leading toward a large "lobby" room, holding balconies of all
floors.
Nia:
She stepped out the door of the office building she was in. She'd
never liked being inside these large buildings, and now that her
meeting was over, she was happy. The guy had been a moron. He didn't
know a thing about hiring a mercenary, and the price he'd offered was
insulting. She really hated people like him, who offered to do an
assassination job and ended up offering a couple grand instead of what
it really took. She didn't like killing people anyway, information
gathering was more her thing. It didn't involve taking the life of
someone for a stupid reason, or even a good one. Two wrongs never made
a right, even if it did help someone a little bit. <People should
really learn to take care of themselves,> She thought as she pulled
her long white hair from the bun it was in. She was wearing a skirt
suit and heels, not her usual choice of clothing, but she'd had to
look professional so she'd gone business woman. Now all she had to
worry about was if she had to run, or if men looked at her long legs -
especially where she was going now. A long, frusterating day deserved
a nice shot of something hard, so the bar was her next destination.
She came upon the large sign, "The Fallen Goddess Bar and Inn" the
flashing neon lights said. A lewd little place with waitresses dressed
in skimpy Greek goddess outfits, with their hair done up in messy
renditions of the old plaits the nobel women would wear. It didn't do
much for these women, made them look like prostitutes, but they were
funny and nice and she didn't really have a problem being in such a
place. Besides, it'd give her time to just have a nice time watching
people from her usual little corner.
"Hello, Miss Reynolds." The door woman said as she walked into the
smoke-filled bar.
"Hello, Candy. Is my table open?" Dartania took off her suit jacket
and opened the top button her her violet blouse.
The other woman looked down at her board. Nia smiled as she realized
Candy was the fourth waitress to have tried to bleach her hair the
same color as her own. Most girls would come close, but no one matched
the stark white color Nia had been born with. "Um, yes. Please feel
free to sit down. I'll go order your drink."
Dartania smiled and walked into the back of the dimly lit tavern,
sitting in the back corner where the light barely reached. She could
ignore the walkway where half-naked women danced, and focus on the
reactions the bar goers got when they realized they had to
look-not-touch. For small women, most of the waitresses hit hard.
Nia's drink came quickly, on the tray of another bleached-blonde, and
she took a sip of the dark vodka-shot chocolate lacquer.
Ace:
After walking in to the seperate hall, Ace began to lazily stride
beneath the dim lighting. As he sauntered down the corridor, his
mind began to fill with questions and corresponding ideas to solve
such problems, and while most of his thoughts were random, one ever-
present problems kept arising. How will he get pilots? Ace, and his
so-far-silent partner, had hoped to form a small faction, not for
any rebellious sorts, but for the aid of the Earth Sphere Alliance,
or any sort of group that he may decide to support. Regardless, as
much as Banks and his partner would like to form a small selection
of pilots, mechanics, and the such for any such purpose, it would
take more than a rented out building for a hangar or connections to
inexpensive parts for the shop. It would take dedicated men and
women to work along side of him.
After thinking about this for a large sum of time, Ace stopped
amidst his steps, glancing to the left side of the hall. He steps up
to the door that was in his sights, placing his hand on the unlocked
doorknob. He pushed the door open after a twist and stepped in,
following his steps by flicking the flourescent ceiling lights on
with a click and a steady hum. As he surveyed the items in the room,
a small grin came across his formerly sterile face.
After a decent amount of time dedicated to his plan, the light
within the room flicks off and Ace emerges, closing the ajar door
behind him. With a decently filled large, manilla envelope beneath
his left arm, he tucks his hands into his flight suit pockets and
continues down the hall for a few short moments. As he reaches the
end of the hall, he turns down another, shortly after finding the
large double-doors that lead out of the rented building.
After stepping through the doors, he locks them behind him and then
flips the keyset back into his pocket with a swift motion. He then
moves down the path toward the parking lot, stepping up to a deep
red and black lay-down style motorcycle. After raising the helmet
from the bike with one hand and fastening it on, he flips the full-
faced helmet's visor down and mounts the machine, starting the
engine with the same keychain as before and begins down the road. As
he reaches a few select place around town, such as military
recruitment buildings, police stations, and even a few casual areas,
Ace winds up at a small, racey looking bar. "Well, I suppose they
come in all styles...they just especially come from places like this
for some reason..", he thinks to himself as he dismounts his
motorcycle, leaving it up on the curb in a lazy parking effort.
Walking up to the building, he slinks into the front door, instantly
bombarded by a flood of loud, lyric-less music and masculine,
although perverted, yalps and grunts toward the dancers inside. A
woman at the door steps to him, asking him something, but he cannot
quite make out what she spoke, so he just assumes he was greeting
him and he proceeds to smile and look around for a moment until he
finds a small board near the entrance to the door. As in most small,
public places, a bulletin board adorns the entrance way. With a
heavy sigh, Ace steps toward the corkboard. "Well..I guess everyone
starts somewhere..." After stepping to the board, he begins to reach
into the envelope quietly.
Nia:
Dartania looked up at the man who had entered the tavern. Most people
paid no mind to the bulletin board, and here he was posting something
on the board. Maybe he was another pervert posting on-call numbers for
girls. She rolled her eyes and went back to her drink.
A glass dropped and she looked over to a scene she always hated. A
large, drunk man was holding the wrist of one of the younger
waitresses, while she yelped and pounded her fist into his chest.
Dartania reached under her skirt and grabbed her Mariot. Over to the
man she walked, and the other waitresses knew to stay away. She turned
off safety, cocked the gun, and in a very calm voice said, "I'd let
her go if I were you."
Ace:
Just before he pulled a red sheet of paper from his envelope, the
music began to go down in the connecting great-room. Ace turned
toward the main room, trying to scope out what was going on, and
although the raucus was on the opposite side of the room from him,
he could see what happened thanks to some keenly trained sight. He
was a bit suprised, but he decided that the situation could get a
lot worse if he did not act quickly. Not knowing the intentions of
the woman, he drops the envelope and makes a slightly accelerated
movement into the main room, causing the hostess and a waitress or
two to attempt to stop him, but they did not notice him until he had
passed, for the most part. He shortly after reached the woman,
standing to her back, as she pointed the weapon. After reaching her,
he lifted his left hand, softly placing it upon her right bicep
(assuming she is right handed). The touch, along with his general
persona, is very gentle, and where she may normally be alerted by
someone approaching with unknown intentions, he had an air to him
that seemed to denounce any assumptions of threat. Well, at least to
someone acting on the right side, or so it seems. As his fingertips
lay to her business jacket's sleeve, he steps fully beside her,
facing the man grasping the less than dressed woman. "I'm sure you
could handle this fine, miss, but on the same measure, that weapon
could just escalate things. Allow me?" Ace remarks with an inviting
voice, one that practically begs for understanding. He has yet to
look directly to the woman, as he still stares to the man, but he
does wait for her answer to move once more.
Nia:
Dartania was more than surprised that someone had come up to her. She
kept her eyes on the big man, then dropped her arm and put her gun
back into her holster. With one step she grabbed the big man and
punched him hard enough that he fell backwards into a table, then took
the shivering, whimpering waitress by the arm. The other women wrapped
her arms around Nia and cried while Dartania looked over to the man
who'd stopped her. "People like him don't deserve less than what I
would have given him." Several men came out of the back and grabbed
the man who was about ready to get up and attack Dartania, pulling him
out into the street. Nia let go of the waitress as another came to
take her, and turned around fully to face him. She looked him up and
down, raising an eyebrow, "So what are you in here for, I didn't know
military men came into sleezy strip joints." The military man part was
a guess by how he looked and dressed. Usually, pilots didn't let the
tops of their uniform hang down like his, but the pants were standard
enough. She was too busy being angry to notices any other details, but
also relieved he'd stopped her from shooting the other man, even if he
was deserving.
Ace:
Ace simply stood silently while she dealt with the man without her
previous weapon. He watched the events take place without
interfering, and then watched her as she looked over him and
inquired about "military men." "Well, to my knowledge, lots of
military guys come to places like this, but I was only here to post
something on that board, based on my first assumption, of course."
He nods politely to her and begins to turn his body, his gaze still
focused on the action in the room and the woman for moment, but he
soon begins to walk back toward the door that he entered from. He
tucked his hands comfortably into his pockets as he leisurely walked
back to the board, bending down to pick up the envelope full of
paper, which had nearly spilled as he dropped it before. After
straightening the stack, he pulls one of the red papers from the
stack. He raises it to the board, clamping the envelope between his
side and his left elbow as he pins the flyer up, checking it a
moment, and then beginning back toward the door.
Nia:
"What assumption?" Dartania got a hold on her anger and crossed her
arms over her chest, following him toward the door. "It's either a
good one or a bad one, and either I could probably answer whether you
were right or not." She looked at the piece of paper on the bulletin
board. "Doesn't the military usually recruit for themselves?"
Ace:
"The assumption that military men come here." Ace spoke as he posted
the flyer, noticing her following him as he stepped even more toward
the door, turning his back to it for a moment as he faced her,
taking a bit of time as she spoke back to him to look over her. He
never really paid attention before, but he made a point not to gawk
as he mostly looked back into her eyes as she asked
questions. "Well..I guess I'm 'recruiting' more for a faction sort
of thing than the mili...wait, excuse me for asking, but why do you
care anyway? Am I not allowed to post that here or something?" as
his eyes went to the board, noticing all of the generally crude,
racy things surrounding his own addition.
Nia:
"You are, I'm just a naturally curious person." She gave him a big
smile and reached out her hand. "Let's start on a better not; My name
is Dartania Reynolds. I can get you in touch with a few people who
would be helpful. I don't know if they'd willingly join the military,
but it's always worth a shot."
Ace:
Smiles in happy return, relieved a bit. Up until now, he read her as
more of a cold, proud person than a warm, friendly face. Actually,
as he watches her smile, her hair spilling over her shoulders
fluidly, framing her sweet smile and all, he loses himself, but only
momentarily. He snaps out of the short daze, extending his hand
warmly to hers, shaking firmly but not hard to the point of
pain. "Ace Banks. Just Ace, though, if you'd like." He keeps his
smile warm while he detracts his hand. "I appreciate the recruitment
help, but why do you know these people? Are you in the business or
something?" He keeps his eyes with hers, backing up a bit as he
pushes the door open for her, however showing a face to suggest that
he is willing to wait for her if she left something inside.
Nia:
She walks outside, waving to the "good bye's" from inside, and
shrugged a little at his question. "I am just... well known with
people around these parts." She waited for him before she began
walking again. "For what I do, you have to know people who have
special skills. I must say, they're not the most proper bunch, but
they have good hearts."
Ace:
After she steps outside of the place, Ace shortly after follows. He
stops with her out on the sidewalk, not really knowing where she
wants to go. He looks back to her as she begins to answer him,
nodding and smiling openly as she explains. "I see. Well, they come
in all types, you know?" As he finishes speaking, he notices his
motorcycle as he looks over her shoulder for a small fraction of a
second. He had actually forgotten about it, but now that he sees it,
he begins to lead again, stepping toward it down a while on the
sidewalk where he akwardly parked it.
Nia:
"All types... yes. You won't find them by posting fliers, at least not
the types of guys you'd want. You have to get into the places they go,
know what they know. The only people you'll attract by hanging fliers
in strip clubs will be the drunks and loonies you people tend to
arrest." She pushed her hair out of her face, pulling it to one side
and letting it lay over her shoulder. "The big guy back there would
have probably responded to the flier, a few of his friends. No one of
quality would care."
Ace:
"Well, I did find you there, now didn't I?" Ace responds dryly,
finally reaching his vehicle. He steps to the back, unhooking his
own helmet and then looking up to her. "Would you like to see the
place? See if it is even worth my time to recruit people?" He laughs
softly as he stands by the bike waiting.
Nia:
Dartania raised an eyebrow, looking at the man. "I never said I would
join. I said I knew people who would be worth your time. The only
reason I would even think about going with you is because at the
moment I have nothing better to do." She knew she sounded snobby, but
she didn't really care at the moment. Today had been a waste, spending
time at the office of an angry business man who wanted to off his boss
for hiring another guy for the job he wanted. The other guy was
quilified, the angry business man had merely worked longer. Tough. No
reason to call in a mercenary, "Deal with it yourself." He begged,
whined, yelled, finally cried. She was getting bored of these people,
many of them didn't know how to run their own lives.
"If you can make it worth my time," she said softly. "I will come
with you and perhaps even do the digging to get you people I believe
you would enjoy working with."
Ace:
After her comments, he just held onto his helmet, arcing a brow back
to match her own arrogant glance. "Make it worth your time..? You
mean hire them" pointing back toward the strip joint "to come and
entertain you, seeing as you were in there before I stumbled into
you?" He smirks a bit, not really in a playful manner, though. More
in a "Everyone has a bad day, get off it" kind of look, although he
usually isn't a very rude person.
"I'm not saying you have to come. I figured it would be more
interesting than bar-hopping, but that's your choice. We don't even
have much their yet, so I can guarantee it won't be all too
interesting, but if you have something in mind you'd like to do, hit
me with it. I'll try my best." he remarks as his facial features and
body language retract his former "attacks," deciding he may as well
be nice after a few seconds of retaliation.
Nia:
"I meant that if you are qualified and have a good enough training
facility, I'd help you. Seeing that you're like every other military
man I've ever met, I'd like you to have a good day." She turned around
and began walking down the street, wondering if he'd leave or follow
her, and ho she'd react to it. He was interesting, to say the least,
but he needed manners. She didn't have many of her own, but she wasn't
the one looking for people to help her.
Ace:
"Miss? Catch." Not knowing her name, he tries to get her to turn to
him while not being offensive in any manner, and, assuming she
turns, he flips the helmet from his left hand toward her. He just
stays beside his motorcycle, waiting for any response from her, but
he makes sure to provide a wide smile as an apology as he does wait.
Nia:
She caught the helmet without turning, then brought it up to her eye
level while thinking. She tilted her head, then turned slowly and
looked at him. "Alright soldier, you show me your base of operations
and if I think it's good enough you can see mine." She walked back to
him and his bike, sitting on the bike before putting the helmet on.
She didn't care that her skirt rode up a little far, he couldn't see
anything and people from the road would only see a lot of her legs.
Besides, sometimes making these types nervous was the best way to
figure out how they operated.
Ace:
Ace doesn't move after hearing her. He gazes just where he was
staring beforehand, blinking a little bit while he processes,
thinking "...that was a euphomism, wasn't it? What...? She can't
possibly mean..." As he thinks, he decided to just let it play out
and find out for himself, not to over-analyze. He shakes his head a
bit, to himself of course, and then steps up to the back, of course
noticing her very high skirt but never really looking at it.
Instead, he looks up to her face, or the face of the helmet, raising
a hand to tilt the visor of the full helmet up, smiling to her a
bit, almost with an overly-confident twist. "Hold on, okay?"
After this, Ace climbs in front of her on the motorcycle, starting
the engine with a roar. He looks back to her one final time, making
sure she is ready before moving the machine, although he does kick
the stand up and get it ready to go.
Anyway, if you're interested then either PM me the info or post it as a comment. They're getting ready to recruit, so if you end up joining you'll have time to establish yourself in the group and they'll know where to find you. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me.
