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Post by midnightclubx on Feb 3, 2016 18:56:46 GMT -6
Once upon a time, (well, technically, at a later time, considering this is in the somewhat near future), there was a story between 4 people called IFS, which was about the titular space station and a few people that were in said station at the time. Shade, Glade, Tex, Arrow, and Krathnor among others were caught up in a nasty scheme that an evil corporation known as (what else?) The Corporation, who wanted to take over one of the last remaining independent multimedia stations in the milky way. There was supposed to be a sweet climactic siege and everything , but unfortunately, things got in the way, and right before it was to reach the conclusion, IFS was unexpectedly shuttered due to the forum it was posted on being temporarily shut down. This unfortunately left our heroes (and villains) without a job for about two months; Shade and Glade were left to work at a cramped Gamestop in Riverside, CA, while Arrow and her gang were tending to tourists at the Robot Restaurant in Tokyo, though the blaring lights and loud noises gave them headaches after a while. As for Krathnor.... I honestly don't know what Krathnor has been doing, nor if he's coming back, but he's probably getting along a bit better than the rest.
Thankfully, these heroes won't have to suffer any longer, as the IFS (and the story surrounding it) are now back and refreshed for 2016! With this re-imagining comes a few changes, such as the IFS itself is now conveniently located not too far outside of Earth; How is this possible, you might ask? Aside from relocation fees, the new origin story is that with the Intenational Space Station now as inhabitable as your typical science fiction citadel due to rapid advances in technology, NASA decided to retire the ISS and build a new station dedicated to their research space sciences. With the old station laying dormant, and causing a potential of it falling into orbit, some very rich businesspeople (most likely whoever developed Mall of America) decided to repurpose the station as a "humble" resort for people to experience having a vacation in space! It was popular for rich people in the first few years, but once the novelty wore off, the owner(s) decided to partner with some of the most powerful land developers in the world and turn it into an mega resort akin to Disney World, but a lot bigger. Eventually, with so many tourists from Earth and beyond visiting this station, they renamed it the Interstellar Freedom Station, and decided to add in not only residential districts, but also an independent TV and radio "megastation" that covered the day's events going on in and around the station, with content consolidated from Earth's big networks filling in the rest of the programming schedule. To put it lightly, it was like they had their own version of Satellite TV and it was mixed with their own content a la public access TV.
In recent years, however, the IFS has proven to be one of the last remaining independent stations in and around Earth. Enter, you guessed it, The Corporation, a corporation that has either bought out or taken over their competition, it felt like it didn't need a name to differentiate itself. What gave them their almost-completely strong grasp on the world was that whenever they wanted to add another station to their company, they employed a tactic secretly referred to as "Passive-Aggressive Aggressive Marketing", or PAAM for short, where they are able to get what they want in such a non-hostile manner, that the owners are tricked into giving them the keys without even thinking for a second. The Corporation also uses PAAM on their new viewers, who, rather than being brainwashed in a traditional sense, is tricked into feeling indifferent on even the most extreme case of channel drifting, where their favorite programming is put on the kai-bosh in favor of reruns of reality shows no one else (other than alcoholic middle-aged women) would want to watch; their biggest hit is a show that involves families of little people who have 23 kids and bid with other little families for storage lockers. (PAAM'd) critics agree that it's heartwarmingly violent fun for the whole family, and shows how small the world really is.... no pun intended. As for the radio side of things, every one of their stations are only in two flavors: Classic rock from the 1980s-90's that's only comprised of the same 6 Metallica and Guns N Roses songs all day, every 2 days, or Country songs that are about the same things: small town, big truck, beer, rodeo, space clowns.
Needless to say, those who remember the diverse, quality-filled content TV and Radio provided is in jeopardy, and the IFS is one of the last big safe havens from The Corporation... or so they think.
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Post by Madaraki on Feb 6, 2016 23:26:43 GMT -6
It was sunrise on the Interstellar Freedom Station, and while it was almost always buzzing with activity, there was a certain up-tick in the number of people bustling about the place during the orbital station’s “daylight” hours.
And she was aiming to beat the tidal wave of increased activity.
The uppermost levels of the IFS were the dining areas, positioned such so that patrons could get a view of the stars overhead through the immense skylights. As a general rule, firearms of any sort were prohibited on that level, and anyone caught smuggling one in was typically thrown out by one of the bouncers.
“Soup,” the cheerful alien said as she strolled past one such bouncer and into the darkened area. Much of the dining level was shut down for the night except a few bars. One or two half-conscious patrons could sometimes be spotted at a stool, but today the area was largely empty.
“The slang term is “‘sup?” you know,” the bouncer said, glancing up from a book he’d been reading. In his immense clawed hands it looked like a child’s thing.
“I meant do you want any soup?” the alien said nervously. She was humanoid, somewhat thinner than humans though, and covered in a white exoskeleton that resembled armor plating. Purple muscle joints could be seen between the plating edges here and there, and her golden eyes blinked politely up at the towering dragon-man who worked as a bouncer.
“Your skills at human language are improving about as well as your ability to lie, Karinagurikara,” The towering dragon-man said, closing the book and standing up to his full seven foot height. He was green-eyed with bluish-gray scales and a shock of leathery-black hair that stuck out from behind the spiked ridges along the side of his head. He was clothed in loose-fitting pants and a massive overcoat that appeared to have been custom-made. Twin slits ran up its back from the base and their lower portions were buttoned together, allowing his wings a degree of freedom.
“Didn’t hear that,” Karinagurikara -more commonly known as “Wat” after a particularly awkward exchange with patrons involving grizzlies and alcohol- whistled as she stepped up her pace and reached her own restaurant. Pressing the access code, she sent the coverings in front of it rocketing up into their brackets.
Overhead a neon sign flickered to life, revealing the small restaurant’s name.
Otchuvako
It had a rough translation in the human languages, but that wasn’t the point. Otchuvako was a restaurant designed specifically to cater to non-human cuisine, regardless of how odd some of the menu items were.
Of course to say the restaurant was odd wasn’t saying much. There were the usual staples in the food court quarter; Domino’s Pizza Hut, McTaco’s, and of course, the ever popular Nostalgirama Palace; a festive and popular dining destination split between two levels and featuring a large fountain in the center of its dining area. The fountain in question was a source of much speculation; a carved statue of a female shark devouring a mailman which spouted water from its numerous sculpted wounds.
Wat smiled and waved cheerfully at one man who passed by and looked at both her and the open food display with an unnerved eye.
He increased his pace towards a breakfast restaurant area that looked considerably more human-oriented.
She didn’t quite get why he was so put off by the sight of various meat samples from various species in her place’s front display case.
After all, an Aberanti running a restaurant onboard a human-built space station wasn’t that odd. No stranger than a demon being a talk show host.
As the flow of patrons into the restaurant area began to increase, Magnus sighed and slid the book he’d been reading into one of his overcoat’s voluminous pockets. He’d hoped for a bit more time, maybe another chapter or two, but the number of customers was starting to increase, and things on the IFS were always rather lively. He wasn’t required to simply remain at the door; he could always go find a table to sit at and his height alone would be enough to make his presence known.
He stopped at Otchuvako and ordered a deep-fried fathgruk leg which Wat handed him with a huge mandible-showing grin on her face. Somehow nothing quite intimidated people like the sight of anyone eating an entire limb.
He took a seat at a nearly-empty table. The table’s sole occupant was a young woman with oddly pale skin, yellow eyes, and red-brown hair that looked bloodsoaked. She was wearing a knee-length black dress, brown leather boots, and a deep crimson jacket.
“She’s getting better, you know,” the woman said. “She’s worked her way up to ‘soup’ now. Yesterday she greeted me by saying ‘syrup’."
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Post by Banshee on Feb 7, 2016 15:03:51 GMT -6
It was another normal day. Jasmine had sent out her robots into four separate teams, onto missions that were deemed too difficult for humans themselves. Tex was in charge of her companion Phantom and her “child robot” Kagori. The three of them broke into a government facility that was thought to have some intel on some new weapons against robots. Jasmine, of course, wanted her robots to break in to wipe some of their intel and steal the information so she could use it against the government. If they decided to attack her. And with Tex being in charge of the group, there wasn’t a single doubt in Jasmine’s mind that the robot would be able to lead them through and get out without a problem.
Unfortunately. Their plan hit a form of turbulence and their luck began to decline rather quickly. Phantom and Kagori had been “infected” by some sort of unknown signal, causing them to ramble out loud. Commercials and infomercials were being recited by the pair and their voices alerted the Government facility security. Guards came pouring out from every corner, looking for the trespassers. When Jasmine asked Tex what was going on, Tex had complained that she was detecting some form of signal that was attempting to overwrite her commands. She stated that she was constantly building up firewalls to protect herself from the entity. But she was running out of options rather quickly.
Fearing that her star robot would be consumed with whatever signal was bothering, now, rest of her robots; Jasmine ordered Tex to portal them out and make a return home. In the mean time, she commanded her son and husband prepare for the biggest repair session they’ve ever had. Within moments, the herd of eight robots made their return. Seven of them rambling on about various commercials; soap, concerts, tv shows, books, movies, you name it they spewed it. Tex on the other hand, held onto her head and looked uncomfortable. Jasmine took her into a separate room and hooked her up to a device that would, hopefully, help resolve any of her questions.
Tex sat there with the headset on. She could see the scanners searching for any sign of illegal activity within her systems. And if they found them, they then would locate the source. Jasmine wearily looked over at Tex, in a fashion similar to a Mother would to a sick child in a hospital. She carried the most pride over Tex. The pair of them had been through hell and back, twice fold. Losing her would be like losing herself. Losing all hope. And losing all of the valuable information that was stowed away in that head of hers.
“Mom!” Tonka called as he frantically ran into the room. “Team En Garde and Team El Rodeo, just reported suspicious activity as well. They’re on their way to base here.” He heard some sounds coming from the communication room. Within moments, another wave of incoherent babbling emerged. “Never mind. They’re here now.”
“What in the bloody hell is going on.” Lloyd demanded as he stormed past Tonka, shoving him aside with his shoulder. The robot wasn’t Jasmine’s creation. He was created by someone else from another faction that Jasmine allied with. He was the leader of the En Garde team and his teammates, mostly robots as well, were all infected. “I’ve been setting up barriers to prevent this damn signal from breaking into my systems. But the others?” He waved behind him in an aggravated fashion. “Are losing their damn minds. We’re lucky that my team has me and a few humans on it. Or else, Kaycee, Kenny, Banshee, and Jack would’ve blown us all up.”
“I’m locating the source now. So chill out Lloyd.” Jasmine furiously typed away on her computer.
“Chill out? Chill out? You expect me to chill out when my team is reduced to a bunch of babbling morons?” Lloyd threw his hands up in the air.
Tex noticed the growing aggression in Lloyd’s behavior. These actions weren’t odd or unordinary. Lloyd was known to be a rather aggressive and easily angered robot. “Listen to her or I’ll permanently make you chill.”
“Yeah, you keep sitting on your ass and look pretty. Alright? Let the adults talk to one another about this.” He turned away from Tex and marched over to the computer and Jasmine. He placed his hands on the table and looked at the screen as well. His comment, however, caused Tex to storm over to him. Sitting down and looking pretty, wasn’t anything she enjoyed doing. “So what’s going on?”
“If I knew it, I would tell you Lloyd.” Jasmine snarked back. She then spotted something interesting on her screen. “I can’t seem to locate it at the moment but there’s been reports about this sort of thing happening all over the world. Many advanced machines are acting out of line. It seems that all of them are babbling and spewing out commercials and advertisements. Even government facilities are having difficulties with handling this. Many companies seem to be shutting down operation until they can figure out a way through this.”
“Must be some form of radio signal. Perhaps the one I have been trying to protect myself against?” Tex said. “If it’s a radio signal that overwrites systems, then there’s a lot of leaked information. And whoever is doing it…” She paused and frowned. “Oh, I’m going to throw a wrench into their plans. There can only be one highly intelligent robot and that’s me.”
“Keep tooting your own horn, Princess.” Lloyd shook his head. “So let’s find this source and crash the party.”
“Your insults are petty. Just saying.” Tex flatly said to him.
“Radio signals huh?” Jasmine tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Well I think I can create some sort of barrier to help you two out. But I also ain’t sitting around here and barking orders. If we’re going to figure this issue out, I’m coming along.”
“What? It might be too dangerous.” Tex winced.
“And you’re looking at the epitome of dangerous.” She held up her arms, both of which were replaced with cybernetics. “I walk and laugh at the face of danger. Plus if whoever is behind this, is going to screw with my robots—and the rest of our alliance, then I’ll be damned if I sit here and watch it crumble. I’m going to go in and screw with them back. And it better not be the damn Styles again. Because if it’s Solo and her damn parents trying to foil my work, then I’m just going to go over there and give them a piece of my damn mind.”
“It’s too clever to be the work of a Styles…” Tex pointed out.
“True. Too smart too. Anyways. You two, come with me. If we’re going to be going against radio signals that scramble your brains. Then I’ve got a little plan to help prevent it. It’s untested but both of you trust me. Right?”
“I don’t have a choice.” Tex admitted.
“You screw me up. Then I hope I murder you when I’m unconscious.” Lloyd flatly grumbled.
Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh at Lloyd. This was an action that often infuriated the angry robot. “Don’t worry, ya big baby. Your systems are easy to understand. After all, you’re talking to a walking robotics expert who just so happens to have a spiteful nature and enjoys getting even.” She waved on. “Once you two are safe, I’ll see if we can find anymore information. Or perhaps, Glade and Shade will be able to inform me about something of interest.”
“Mom!” Tonka cried out. “All of El Rodeo are infected. Tonya is unable to send her troops over here for repairs. What should she do?”
“Tell her to either lock them up and keep them safe. Or force them into a shut down.” Jasmine responded.
“Will this be the same for Team Desert Scribe and Team Space Badger? Emi has Cleo under control but Otto is having issues with his—“
“Same thing for them. Tell them all that they need to sit back, do that, and let me take care of this. If I send an army out, they’ll just make things more difficult than they need to be. Also, get a hold of Shade and Glade. Ask them if they’re detecting anything. Your sister too.”
“I can’t get a hold of Arrow.” Tonka said.
“Then talk to the brothers. Jesus, Tonka. Do I have to hold your hand through everything? If you think it’s a good idea, then go for it. Find out what you need to and report it. But right now, I have to make sure that they don’t gain control over Lloyd and Tex. If they do, we have a jackass and a smartass to worry about.” She turned away, annoyed and furious over the situation. Jasmine then led the two robots into another room where she was going to attach a device that would help repel the radio frequency from intruding on them. “Lloyd and Tex, this will be an extra barrier. But I need you both to be aware of any oddities you detect. If you do, build another firewall and report it to me. I may have to make adjustments from time to time to be on top of this. I can’t lose either one of you.”
Tonka sighed and turned to the radio communicator. He attempted to get a hold of Glade and Shade. “Yo, Glade and Shade? Either of you hear me?” He waited. “By any chance do you guys have anything about this outbreak?”
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Post by midnightclubx on Feb 9, 2016 5:34:31 GMT -6
Somewhere, at a Spaceport in Inglewood, Shade laid down $20 on the ticket counter to cover Detective Shade and his brother's admission to transport to the IFS station. "How come it's only twenty bucks to teleport to the station now?" Glade, the brother in question, asked his older sibling as they both made their way to the terminal to reach their flight. "You didn't read the news that there's now a Teleportation Station?"
"A Teleportation Station in our Nation, that's hopefully not Taxation without Representation?"
Shade sighed, trying not to chuckle, and replied, "Yeah, that. As I was saying, though, it's a lot quicker, but they're still working out the kinks on it and making sure you don't have your intestines going through your eyeballs from the particles intersecting incorrectly and- WHO THE HELL WROTE THIS?!" He defiantly interrupted the script, and brought out his script that he was supposed to memorize a few minutes ago.
"Shade, this is a reboot, so not everything is gonna be the same, nor are they going to expect us to understand the writing on this script. Just remember that we can improv like we've always have for years, but we gotta roll with the punches if we want to finish this IFS for a change."
Shade sighed once more, and replied, "We need to ask our agents to give us more pay after this... Let's redo the take, but not give me overly-long lines, please?"
Fine.
--TAKE 2--
Somewhere, at a Spaceport in Inglewood, Shade laid down $20 on the ticket counter to cover Detective Shade and his brother's admission to transport to the IFS station. "How come it's only twenty bucks to teleport to the station now?" Glade, the brother in question, asked his older sibling as they both made their way to the terminal to reach their flight. "You didn't read the news that there's now a Teleportation Station?"
"A Teleportation Station in our Nation, that's hopefully not Taxation without Representation?"
Shade sighed, trying not to chuckle, and replied, "Yeah, that. The one at this airport, however, isn't gonna open til tomorrow."
"I guess they're still trying to finish up that renovation LAX has been holding off since 2009?" Glade replied, trying his best not to emit a "HEYOO!"
"I wouldn't be surprised."
To be brief, using a Teleportation Station (which is fun to say out loud, mind you) is a quicker route that takes you from wherever to anywhere in space a la Star Trek, but very few places on Earth have this due to a variety of reasons, be it that they are expensive to make, they might not be accurate taking you to your destination as of this moment, or the rare chance it will kill the teleportee if they don't stand still.
By the time I finished this narration, Glade and Shade have entered on the ship, and already taking off.
"So Shade, you sure that all my things are already at the station... again? "
"Positive. Felix made sure that they stayed in the same place you wer- err, I mean kept in a safe place so you don't have to go through customs. You are the IFS' newest and most popular radio DJ... again." Shade replied with a wink.
Just then, Glade heard his brother's (new) phablet vibrating in his left pocket. "I see you're not a few minutes in... transfering to this station, and you're already given an assignment."
"It's probably Tonka." Shade replied. "We've been trying to figure out this weird 'Adware' virus that's been hitting the androids hard lately.
To elaborate on what's been going on, Androids are essentially like computers, but with consciousness, and can act independently like a regular human being would. However, the comparison of them being like computers deepened when a few of them started spouting advertisements for the latest car, or a $5 pizza deal at Domino's Pizza Hut. No one knows where this virus came from, but it has been a growing concern, especially for the robotic community. For the most part, this virus seems harmless to their well-being, but it's making them spout these commercials like a man with Tourette's Syndrome will say something random every couple minutes. As of right now, the only way of countering this virus is an android's equivalent of anti-virus software, AKA, a "Subscription Prescription"; the only means of getting this temporary remedy is through The Corporation's pharmecudical division, and they charge $30 per month to keep the ads out of their mouths.
Obviously, there are others who are trying to find a more permanent cure, or at the very least a way to prevent new cases from happening. This is where Shade and Tonka come in; they have been trying to figure out what the cause is coming from, though most of the readers probably have caught on by now, but we must humor our heroes. Anyway, Shade pulled his phablet out of his pocket, and answered, "Hi Tonka, what's been going on in your end? I'm taking it from your tone that some more robots from your area got affected? Sadly, I haven't found anything new as of yet... We're heading to the IFS station if you would like to meet me there.
Also, Glade says hi."
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Post by Madaraki on Feb 10, 2016 22:46:40 GMT -6
"There's another shuttle of people coming up today," Magnus said, breaking the awkward silence.
Patrons, staff, and employees had begun to flood the food court for breakfast now, and the dragon-man had become painfully aware that he was seated at the quietest table in the food center. He drew enough stares as it was.
"Anyone I should care about?" Cyanide asked.
"There's a new DJ who's made some headlines," he said, reading through the newsfeed on a custom-built tablet that looked more like a detached flatscreen monitor. It was larger than the standard-sized tablets used by most humans and humanoids, and considerably thicker too, as if someone had given the thing a protective case made of tank armor. The screen too appeared to have been constructed of some sort of transparent metal.
He'd tried a normal tablet device once and his first attempt to unlock it had seen the great claw of his index finger punch through screen, circuitry, and backing.
"Any new security people?" she asked, rubbing one eye tiredly. "Ever since this adware thing started hitting the robots the IFS has been relying more and more on people."
"Ah, so that explains your quiet-and-sullen-even-by-your-standards demeanor this fine morning," Magnus rumbled pleasantly.
"You lost me after 'your'," Cyanide yawned.
"There's at least one detective it looks like. Felix's request presumably."
"I hate him already."
"You hate everyone on first mention," he said, rolling his eyes. "Give it time, anyway. I'm sure in about a week he'll have progressed from hated to glared at moodily every morning."
"OOH, I just reached that level this morning," said a much more chipper voice as two mugs were suddenly slammed onto the table between them. "I waved and she glared at me moodily," Wat said with a grin on her face. "Yesterday I waved and she held up one of her fingers in greeting."
"What th'fuck is this stuff?" Cyanide asked, forestalling further rambling from the chipper alien. She stared hard at the glass mug which was full of a strange green liquid. She glanced up at Wat expectantly and back at her drink, which had suddenly turned bright pink.
"Dunno! It came in on my last supply shipment under the heading for new item. Figured I'd try it out on you two first since he's practically indestructible," she explained, pointing at Magnus, "and you," she continued, leaning uncomfortably close to Cyanide's face, "are immune to poisons and toxins and diseases and icky things so if it's something fatal that kills you, you won't die."
Both drinks turned yellow as she finished speaking and a small globule from one of the mugs vaulted into the other.
Cyanide downed her mug in a single gulp before more of the contents could escape.
Magnus stared uneasily. "Perhaps...you might offer the other mug to that one over there?" he said, pointing at another reptilian who'd just sat down at a table with a human. "If I recall correctly, he's a bodyguard and may have more experience identifying such...unique compounds."
"An excellent suggestion," she said, picking up the mug and bringing it over towards the other table where she placed it between the reptilian and the human. "It's for the bodyguad," she said happily. "I hope he likes it and that it doesn't kill him."
"...Well I don't seem to be exploding or growing fur yet," Cyanide muttered.
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Post by Moe on Feb 11, 2016 1:20:47 GMT -6
"I don't understand why you lug that brute around." a female voice said, quite frustrated. "Nobody even knows who you are."
"It is because every one he meets, wishes to punch him in the face." the reptilian replied.
"Hah hah, very funny." Danny said, sarcastically. "What if somebody tried ta assassinate me? Dat's a ting dat could happen! 'Sides, Kelnar here ain't hurtin' nuttin, taggin' along wittus!" he said, patting the giant lizard on his shoulder, which was hard as a rock.
Kelnar merely grunted in response, then turned his attention to the insectoid alien and the unusual drink she offered him. "What." he said, looking down at it.
"Well, I ain't gonna pass on a free drink!" Danny said, grabbing the strange drink and gulping it down. "Dat is a funky aftertaste. More, please." he said, with a grin.
"Daniel, what have I told you about accepting things from strangers?" Alice said.
"Ta' not go in da' van?"
Alice held her face in her hands, and sighed, exasperated. "This is why you don't need a bodyguard, Daniel. You are going to get yourself killed."
"Aww, come on, Alleycat!" Danny smiled. "Da buggy lady seems nice enough, right?" he nudged the.... what was she, anyway? Whatever she was, he nudged her and winked.
"I will admit she seems nice," Kelnar agreed. "But Alice is correct. Bodyguards are hired to protect you from outside enemies, not your own stupidity; and, unfortunately, there is nothing I can do for you, in that respect."
"Who to da what, now?" Danny said, seemingly not paying any attention to a word Kelnar had said.
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Post by Banshee on Feb 11, 2016 1:40:05 GMT -6
Tonka was a bit surprised as to how fast Shade answered his phone. He was more-so used to people hanging up on him when they see his name. Tonka was friendly but not many liked to talk to him, outside his family. He slowly shook his head when Shade asked him how it was going on his end. “Eh…it was going good until our robots seem to have captured a weird bug. Now all, except for Tex and one of our allies, are infected. It’s really puzzling.”
He stopped talking for a moment to hear what the other had to say. Apparently, from his words, that this was definitely an on-going thing that was happening in more areas. It wasn’t just faulty programming or anything on their part. Something else must be influencing this catastrophe. “Alright. I’ll let Mom know. Maybe she’ll send me and someone else out there. Thanks and see you in a bit.” With that, he hung up and headed into the repair room.
Inside, Tonka quickly did a nervous smile when he saw that Tex and Lloyd were sitting next to one another. He knew that the two hated one another, more than anything. Having them sitting next to each other was, not only odd, but probably dangerous as well. Considering that Lloyd was more aggressive than Tex was. And Tex was terribly spiteful and defensive over Jasmine. On the other hand, Jasmine seemed like this was an every day thing. Casually checking stats over and acting like there weren’t any dagger-stares going on.
“Mom I got a hold of them.” Tonka spoke up as he stood at the door. “Shade and Glade haven’t found anything on their end. But they’re heading towards the IFS station. So maybe they can find something there? You know, being detectives and all.”
“Brilliant.” Jasmine said as she snapped shut a case. The sandy haired woman acted like she ignored her son while she spoke to the pair of robots. “You two should be alright for now. I’ll have to keep monitoring your status but whatever virus is going around, and screwing up your friends, shouldn’t bother you.”
“Good.” Lloyd mumbled as he quickly stood up. “I’ll be going now-“ He went to walk past her but Jasmine yanked on his cloak and tugged him back. “What?”
“So the IFS station?” Jasmine turned to Tonka with an intrigued smirk on her face. “How interesting.”
“Yeah…So I could probably go and—“
“Nah you’re staying here.” She pointed down at the ground to make Tonka understand that she was meaning business. “I know you’re capable of handling missions on your own but I’m afraid that I’ll be going. Considering the fumble your sister made the last time, I think it’d be wiser to go. Besides, it gives Tex a break from being stuck here and listening to Old Spice commercials and that new, Puppy-Monkey-Baby song.”
“But Mom! You’re—“
“No buts.” She quipped. “Tex and Lloyd will be accompanying me to the station.”
“WHAT?” The three of them all gaped.
“Jasmine, I assure you. Tex would make a better taxi than she would a teammate at your side.” Lloyd attempted to persuade Jasmine.
Tex gave him a wry look. “Excuse me?”
“Tex is my number one go-to partner. We’ve been to Hell and back several times. My mind is made up and you two are going with me. Tonka you can stay home with your Father and figure out stuff here. Both of you are clever when it comes to scanning for odd crap and that other nerd stuff.” She waved on. “Besides, if the robots begin to act odd, I know how to deactivate them.” She felt the two robots glare at her when she mentioned the deactivation. But like normal, Jasmine only shrugged it off and walked away. “I expect you two to be fully prepared by the time I am done gathering my own things. Tonka, go meet up with RJ and listen to him. He knows what to do.” And with that, she left.
“Oh joy…” Tonka winced before turning to Tex and Lloyd. “Please don’t kill Mom in this.”
“Don’t worry.” Tex replied.
“Bugger off.” Lloyd growled.
Within a good ten minutes, Jasmine and her two companions were ready to start off on another fun adventure. And before Shade and Glade knew it, the three arrived in their area. Surprisingly enough, the pair of robots were rather quiet and didn’t make any gestures of wanting to murder one another. Jasmine walked over to the detectives while wearing a smug smirk and gave them a chill wave. “So where’s the rest of the cavalry?”
Lloyd leaned over to Tex and whispered to her. “This is going to be the most…interesting of missions I’ve ever been on.”
“Same.”
“Just don’t die on me. I don’t want to have to put you back together like a cheap kid’s puzzle.” Lloyd said.
Instead of reacting negatively to the snarky comment, Tex pulled her hand up to her chest and acted flattered. This was a tactic she used to annoy him. “Sounds like someone is worried about me. How cute! I have my very own Prince Charming at my side~”
“Don’t do that.” Lloyd said flatly.
Jasmine stood between the two robots. The three of them were similar in height, just Lloyd was slightly taller than the two girls. “I brought these two with me.” She slammed each hand on their backs and patted them. “Don’t worry about them though. With my intellectual abilities, I managed to make a firewall that prevents them from being trapped in that advertisement Hell. Anyways. You’ve met Tex before but this short shit—” she pointed to the other. “—Is Lloyd. He’s not my robot but he works under another group that I managed to sucker into forming an alliance with. He’s a dick but pretty much everyone in my group is. So he fits right at home.”
“Is this how you always introduce people?” He stared at her.
“Pretty much. Though I’ll admit. I was pretty nice to you.” She looked back to Glade and Shade. “So you think the IFS will have answers?”
“I’m curious to know who else is coming along.” Tex said.
“Hopefully it’s not…him.” Jasmine winced.
“Him?” Lloyd asked.
“My uh…Sister’s husband. He…um… Let’s just say that he is an acquired taste.” Jasmine watched as the normally stoic looking Lloyd, looked more stoic than normal. She wasn’t sure how this was possible, but he managed to do it. It was surprising since his design was more mechanical than Tex. Where she had the ability to smile and frown, Lloyd did not. “Yeah… Let’s leave it at that.”
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Post by midnightclubx on Feb 15, 2016 0:03:56 GMT -6
Now that Shade and Glade know about how shuttles landed from the last IFS RP, they decided to stay put in their seats, and watch someone else slam on to the padded back wall in the aisle, which sadly wasn't as funny as last time. After going through processing again, and Shade reassuring his brother that their luggage is in the same rooms as last time, they made their way to where Tex and company were.
"It's always good to see you Tex, Jasmine..." Shade greeted them, followed by Shaking Lloyd's hand and introducing himself and his brother to the new guy. "...and Lloyd. My name's Shade, I'm a detective for the IFS' security division, and next to my is my brother, Vladimir, though he prefers people call him Glade for short."
"Nice to meet you. I came along with him because I'm going to be working at a new radio station set to premiere tonight." Glade also introduced himself to Lloyd, offering a similar handshake, before turning to the rest of the robo-people. "To be honest, even if I wasn't, I like crashing the party... in a good way. I think."
Shade heard what Jasmine thought about if the IFS would hold any answers to the adware problem, and to that he said, "Well, we didn't leave LA empty handed; we've overheard from a mole who works within the local Corporation Station that they are planning on buying the IFS out, and the station seems to be one of the last places where rarely see the bots impulsively spew the In-N-Out jingle."
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Meanwhile, some new-to-some-yet-familiar-to-others have already infiltrated the IFS station before this RP even started, because they didn't even know a reboot was even happening. The CEO of the Corporation, who's name is largely unknown, and his lawyer, whose name is also unknown, were essentially locked in the station and left to fend for themselves, trying to survive on the limited rations that were remaining while the station was undergoing relocation and remodeling.
"Wasn't it weird that everyone just disappeared for a few months? It was like we were the only people in there!" The CEO said to his lawyer.
"Uh, that was because we WERE the only ones in there."
"Oh. How come we didn't take over the station if that were the case?"
"The main building at the center of the station was tightly locked with a 900-digit keypad, remember?"
"Oh yeah..."
"Look, we have a new plan now that this RP is going again; since we've heard from our affiliates that the adware virus went live a while ago, all we need to do is just break in."
"So why don't we just do that now that it's open again?"
"It would be a pretty short story. But realistically, we need to just disguise ourselves, and recon the areas so that we can get a feel for the security before we actually do anything."
"Oh. Sounds good. We could use another vacation." The CEO happily replied, to which the lawyer just sighed.
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Post by Madaraki on Feb 23, 2016 0:18:18 GMT -6
"Huh, so you've heard of me," Wat said, sitting down at the table uninvited. "Someone called me Wat shortly after I got here and the name kinda stuck, so I've gone with that. Besides, not many people can quite figure out 'Karinagurikara Tolvurkathrachapon'. Wat's easier on them."
Reaching over without permission, she picked up a glass that nobody had taken a drink from yet and took a drink from it herself. She set it back down on the table and let out a relaxed sigh. She had no idea who any of these people were, but they seemed friendly enough, even if one of them talked a little funny and seemed to annoy everyone around him.
She noticed with some relief that the man with the funny voice hadn't died yet. He seemed to be slightly addled in the head, but if the way the woman was talking to him was any indication, he'd been addled in the head for years. So that drink mix is good then.
"So what brings two humans and..." Wat paused, looking Kelnar up and down. "The last time I called someone with scales a lizard-man they said I was racist and threatened to rip my other arm off. What species are you again if you don't mind my asking?"
"Is she...actually getting along with them now?" Cyanide asked, raising one eyebrow as she looked over at the far table.
"Are you surprised that she is?" Magnus asked, picking up his tablet and reading an article about some upcoming movie trilogy the station's media center was producing. It was some adventure film about mutants, aliens, and a living AI that ruled the world. He hoped the minds behind it knew what they were doing and that it wouldn't get too dark and gritty. "Karinagurikara has always had a knack for fitting in and making a decent, if slightly awkward first impression on people."
"Must be how she hasn't lost her other arm yet," she muttered. "Enjoy the spectacle." She got up and tugged on a dark red jacket she typically wore over her black knee-length dress. "I'm going to go track down the cat-man and see what sort of detective he's brought onto the station."
"Don't kill him on sight," Magnus called as Cyanide left the food court area.
"I'll wait until his back is turned," she answered, giving the dragon man a half-hearted wave with one hand.
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Post by Banshee on Mar 7, 2016 7:59:10 GMT -6
A hand was offered to Lloyd for a friendly greeting. He looked over at the other for a moment; debating on whether or not he wanted to be friendly or disregard him. The robot was dragged into a fire and he was more than determined to solve the problem. Making allies or not, he didn’t care. As long as he was able to return home and have his teammates back to normal again.
Against his bitter judgement. He decided to shake hands with the two. It was a stiff shake but one nonetheless. Things were going alright until the other began to tell him a story as to why he was brought to the meeting point. Lloyd wanted to cringe. “I wasn’t brought here to hear life stories. Do you have intel or not?”
“Lloyd, manners.” Jasmine said.
“You’re one to talk.” He spat at her.
Jasmine gave him a cheeky snicker. She knew that she was one of the more, fairly impolite people on the planet. So having her tell him to behave was rather, absurd. “So…You have moles in the place? Sounds like you’ve got yourself a pest problem.” She shrugged. “No matter. The exterminators are here to solve the problem. Let’s just run on in, shoot ‘em up, and leave.”
“I feel that he wasn’t talking about literal moles…” Tex pointed out.
“Duh. I was talking about the punks that we’re going up against.” Jasmine waved her on.
“What’s the deal with purchasing IFS?” Lloyd questioned. “It’s just a radio station. Just go on in and shut it down. Cut the power. Something. It’s just a human creation.”
“Again, duh. That’s what we’re going to do. And if I recall the reports from the last time.” Jasmine looked over to Tex. “These guys are sneaky, slimy, and will do whatever they can to get their hands on anything that can control minds. The attack on organic beings failed but mechanical?” Her and the two robots exchanged glances. “Now there’s the issue right there. They hack into your systems, and then we have a problem… AKA, listening to Kaycee and Phantom spit out infomercials and law advertisements.”
Tex and Lloyd both looked at one another and sighed. The two of them knew that this was going to be more than a mere walk in the park. Anything with Jasmine involved was going to be a lot harder than expected. Mainly because she has to get into everything and try to one-up the enemy by hacking their technology. When she continued, the two robots looked back to her.
“If I find the jack off that turned my robots into mindless television ads, and nearly capture my pride and joy—I’m going to wring their necks with their own intestines. Then proceed to drag them around like a trophy and allow flies feast upon their corpse.”
“Such…wonderful imagery…” Lloyd mumbled.
“Oh come on, you are teamed up with an alien that thinks that sort of thing is a turn on.” Jasmine hissed at him. “Seven ain’t a freakin’ Saint.”
“No but she’s a damn psycho and won’t go back home…” Lloyd growled back.
“Too bad you couldn’t bring her. She’d be a lot of fun to talk to.” Jasmine sighed.
“I’ll leave you a raincheck…” Lloyd mumbled before he noticed Tex looking blankly at the building before them. “Don’t you even think about it.”
“What?” Tex asked.
“Don’t.”
“I would never do such a terrible thing~” She chimed at him. Tex was paying attention to the conversation. But the idea of remaining motionless and still, often caused Lloyd to suspect that she was up to no good. And most of the time, he was right.
“So when do we get to take off?” Jasmine urged on. “You lead the way, kid. I’m here. Tex and her best friend are here. And I’m assuming those guys are too?” She pointed at the others, unsure as to whether or not they were. “Tex? isn’t that Cyan or something? She liked you, didn’t she?”
“Teammate wise. Personal, I haven’t bothered to look into.” Tex said. “And it’s Cyanide. Not Cyan. That’s Red’s sister.”
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Post by midnightclubx on Mar 8, 2016 1:03:56 GMT -6
"I see you're wanting to get to the gist of things. That's fine." Shade replied to Lloyd, taking off his hat, and grabbing something in there as if a cartoon character does, and pulling out a letter before wearing his hat again. He opens up the letter and reads it out loud:
"Go inside the Otchuvako resturant. There should be other people inside that are with your cause. Stop reading this letter and go inside already; you've already stalled enough time as it is.
- Steve Rambo "
"Steve Rambo?" Glade wondered with a bit of confuzzled curiosity. "Why not a more famous anonymous name, like Deepthroat, or GuacaMOLE?"
"Vlad, you can do much better puns than that," Shade replied, giving the letter to his brother. "And also, Deepthroat got retired because the estate of the guy who uncovered the Watergate scandal sued everyone using that name for royalties... which in turn was sued by the people who own the rights to the movie Deep Throat, from which the Watergate whistleblower-... Just... Steve Rambo is an actual name that is also involved in the porn industry, and less likely to get sued. And is also a name for some football players and newscasters apparently... Let's just go inside and meet these people already." he sighed mid-sentence as the group walked forward and into the restaurant.
The restaurant was pretty sparse, save for a few people; one was a guy with white hair with a strip of red, and another was a dragon-person among others. "I think we've seen at least one of these people before-" Glade enthusiastically said to his brother in regards to Danny before Shade interrupted him and said, "No we haven't. Let's go introduce ourselves and see if we can find any new info."
The group proceeded towards the crazy cast of characters, though already a bit silly as is, and reached the table. "Hiya!" Glade introduced himself, before Shade added in. "So, you fine people don't happen to have received a similar letter to what my brother has, do you?" All while Glade placed down the letter on the table, and sliding it across to Danny and Kelnar with his index finger. Hopefully, the table wasn't wet or dirty already, since it would make him showing the letter off a bit awkward.
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