The Rules as layed out by the illustrious Mr. Pants:
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1. If you’re interested in writing the next section, please come to the forum named, “The Thread: Change of Plans,” and leave a note. This is to avoid having two or more writers working on the same section. You could say something like, “I’m gonna do the part after Beckett Grey.”
2. Keep you sections to around 500 words. I’d like many people to be able to participate, and this should enable it.
3. End your section with the characters on the verge of an “event.” This will make it easier for the next writer to pick up where you left off.
4. Follow the characteristics that have been established for characters. If in one section “Johnny” has blonde hair, then he should still have blonde hair in your part too.
5. Do not post comments in the comments box. That space is for the continuation of the story. If you wish to leave comments, please do so at the forum.
6. Above all else, have fun, be creative, and get involved!
The Thread: Change of Plans
Colonel Ryan Pool eased into the Archon Battle Suit. The armor was unlike anything he had experienced before coming to work at this project. The Archon suit, was like slipping into a second body, for which you were the skeletal structure and the neural network. Layers upon layers of synthetic psuedo musculature wrapped around your body like a sybiotic invertibrate, made whole by your presence. The inaudible hum of the BioPlasma power cells tickled his subconcious through the multitude of neural pickups arrayed through out the suit. A momentary wave of disorrientation washed over him as the suit and his body linked, giving a momentary dual awareness of the armor and himself, within a few seconds the merging was complete and the disorrientation faded. A tech standing in front of him locked the Armors facesheild into place with an audible 'click', pressure systems within the suit engaging to create a tight seal. Holo-images flickered to life in the visor giving Ryan readouts on the suits status, his vitals and readouts of external conditions.
"This is too sweet." Ryan spoke to himself.
"Sir?" The tech turn, thinking he was being addressed.
"Nothing Sims, Just talking to myself."
Ryan flex his arms, enjoying the thrill of awesome power that accompannied the gesture. With this suit on he could lift approximately 20 times his own weight without any strain. He didn't mind the fact that he was supposed to be off duty today. Some geek up in Ops need some power output data, so today was an unsheduled test.
'power levels nominal' The suit whispered into his mind.
He hadn't got used to the fact that the suit considered him as only an additional piece of hardware, completing the whole.
'pre-load combat charge' he thought sending a mental command to the suits processors. Energy rippled through the suit as Archon made the require adjustments. The suits Bio Synthetic Skin acted as the focusing device for the primary weapon, an energy disharge, which could be fired in any direction. The hands of the suit had been reenforced to handle greater levels of energy, so they acted as the primary focusing port for the suit.
"Colonel Pool, Proceed to Test point 5", the tactical channel was not as elegant as the mental rapport he enjoyed with the suit, and seemed to ruin the harmony he was feeling with Archon.
"Roger, Proceeding to Test point 5." he replied.
Technician Sims moved over to the external bay door controls, his fingers rapidly tapping in the access key. The doors cracked in the center sliding outward to reveal a cold grey morning.
"See you in a little while Sims." Ryan commented as he set the suit into motion, jogging in smooth even strides. The suit picked up speed rapidly and he was moving along at about 60mph within a few seconds. The jogger in Ryan loved the feedback he was recieving from the suit as he cruised towards the test site. Ryan allowed the suits sensory systems to wash over him. Filling his mind with the enhanced perceptions of the suit. This was what it was all about.
"Archon, abort current test, we have a situation. return to station immediately." The harsh noise broke ryans reverie, and he eased Archon to a halt in a manner of six strides.
The tactical net went wild with cries and the sounds of gunfire.
"they're in the main bay!
"What is That!"
Ryan turned back towards the Project Santuary. For a moment the world seemed calm again, the tac net hissing in it's silence. Then the light followed by the shock wave sent Ryan tumbling backwards like a leaf. Eventually he was able to get a firm grasp on the ground, locking himself in place. the visuals in his visor went wild as the world around him seemed to be shaken to its core. Within minutes it all stopped. Ryan paused for the span of a few heartbeats before braving a look up. Santuary was gone.