#goodoldstrength

[overx]

"...you know the best way to solve who'd win in a fight is to fight, right?" You guys know that, right????

[tres-fidelis]

THE MOON BITCH IS BACK!?!?!?

[mmxstrangers]

Starter for @goodoldstrength​​

Sweet relief.

Among rocks and rubble laid the being, freshly labeled a Maverick and sought after by the Hunters after his unfortunate outburst earlier. He couldn’t remember too many clear details - the faces he saw were blurry, and the bright lights blinded him. All the “Maverick” could recall was a single, overpowering desire that drove him deep into these tunnels in the first place.

After somehow managing to evade the Maverick Hunters, he ran straight into the less-maintained part of town. There was an intimidatingly tall overpass located over the dilapidated buildings and failed projects. It was practically a breeding ground for unsavory activities, so irregulars were often sighted in the area. The being’s intentions were anything but malicious; the moment he saw stairs leading underground, he practically jumped down and charged through it.

He ran as fast as his legs would allow. He wanted to get away from the pain as much as possible - anything to escape the torture of the surface. Still overwhelmed and firing off on all cylinders, the Maverick kept driving himself deeper into the abandoned subway system. In his panic he refused to stop, only doing so when he suddenly collapsed and couldn’t move anymore.

His systems were overheating. Internal readings were screaming at him and threatening to involuntarily shut down. Vents needed to breathe and cycle out the thermal energy he produced. There would be no more running for now.

Thankfully, the oppressive strength of the daylight could not reach him here. The cool ground provided a wonderful heat sink for him, and he could catch his breath knowing that he was probably hidden from the Hunters. The being slowly came down from his overstimulation, deep breaths of cold air helping to stabilize faster. Eventually, he could sit up and look around himself.

Despite his sensitivity to brightness, he was not built with night vision. A glow illuminated from his head-fins and eyes, which helped with discerning surfaces, but he couldn’t see beyond his immediate vicinity. While he wasn’t complaining in any capacity, unease was starting to set back in.

However, the silence was interrupted by the approaching sound of hydraulics and footsteps, making the Reploid turn his head.

[shiver-storm]

"Please keep up your great work in the deep sea biology and research. I do like seeing what you find down in the vast dark depths and I'm always excited when you release more of your findings to others." A message to Thresh from a fan

Hm, a message?

Strange, he normally doesn't get much of anything these days. He's turned into a bit a hermit he supposes. Still its a lovely message, from a fan no less and it's exactly what he needed as a pick me up! Makes his core feel all warm and fuzzy!

Into his personal storage it goes!

Though he can't help but feel like the wording is familiar somehow....

"Gosh! I have a fan! I wonder who they could be!"

[frabjcusday]

@goodoldstrength

"Hate t'be the bearer of bad news but you look like shit."

[machinesandman]

The Commander was in his full serious business mode, tense as can be and standing tall, walking walking down that hallway on his own while going over the data sent directly too him. He was brought out of his thoughts and paused, seeing the Medic come around the corner. Heaving a silent sigh, he sharpened his gaze, one hand lifting to wave back.

... Why didn’t they salute...?

Signas watched closely. “Status Report. How bad off are our numbers, what does it look like down there?” Hopefully they would be able to give him a first hand account of what sort of madness was down stairs.

[starmarshalnaga]

@goodoldstrength​

As long as Bass had followed the right road, he'd see a large building up ahead. Surrounding it were wide, well-driven dirt roads/paths that then led off and away to various areas of the sanctuary. Across from the main entrance was a decent-sized dirt parking lot, which looked to be only half-full this day.

Sounds of different animals could be heard both near and far, leaving much to the imagination of what creatures could be found in such a place.

Coming around from behind the building and turning the corner to stop by a Staff side entrance was a bobcat-style buggy, with an adult woman stepping out onto the dirt path wearing a green t-shirt with the White Oaks logo on the front and 'STAFF' in white on the back. She almost went right inside, but had briefly glanced around and did a double take when her hand touched the door handle, just to make sure she'd seen right.

Yep, that was a black and gold bot right there in the middle of the road.

Turning away from the door, she made a beeline for him with a smile. "Hello there! Do you need any help?"

[daxwebster]

Starter for @goodoldstrength

Just because he’d been made for spycraft didn’t mean that was all Dax was capable of. His method of operation meant that he had useful skills when it came to setting up communications, and he didn’t mind the  chance to network socially in the process.

So when he’d heard that the Nuvola had been helping transport some materials for a construction project, he’d talked around and made a convincing case that he should be allowed to volunteer his help as well.

Now that he’d made it to the site, he’d just have to see if his help was wanted on this one. He’d try chatting his way in once he saw someone.