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Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Tue Sep 17, 2013 4:58 pm

HexTech was a military research organization and corporation based on the terrestrial planet of Paragon, located in the solar system of the middle aged star, Hyune-Alpha, on the outer fringes of the galaxy. HexTech was established and funded by the SU for the sole purpose of creating the perfect frame pilot combatants, using a new frame implanted system known as the Advanced Frame Overdrive (AFO). Research went on in secret on the jungle like planet, with a lot of development into new frames to accommodate the AFO system, as well as the deadly line of “Exceed” frames. This project eventually went on to give birth to the Ravens, six mentally disturbed pilots who are currently in hiding.

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Paragon is a rocky planet with a dense and gaseous atmosphere containing an abundance of oxygen and nitrogen. 65% of the planet’s surface is covered in jungle, with the remaining 15 % being above ground water, and another 20% Being the arctic tundras at each of it's poles. The planet holds an abundance of animal life, most of it of medium to small size. The main facility of the compound is located deep within the Northern sector of the planet, which as it turns out, is covered completely in jungle fauna, go figure. As the whereabouts of the ScrapDragon free colonist cell is unclear after their defeat to superior SU forces, it is widely assumed they have become the first test subjects of the AFO system, thought the identities of the new Raven pilots cannot be confirmed at this time.

The AFO was the SU answer to the linked combatant skills created by the linked minds of human-ijad partners, who were showing quicker reaction time and increased skill during combat. Deciding to replicate this, a section of SU R&D dubbed HexTech was allocated the task of creating a piloting system that could match the ijad forces advantage. The department was moved to Paragon, into research facility named “PB-1”, where they continued their work in secret for years, eventually creating a pilot system that allowed the frame controller to link their subconscious to an on-board AI which replicated and magnified the changes brought on to human-ijad pairs.

It is not known what atrocities the ScrapDragon pilots suffered in their possible time at PB-1, but it is assumed that they are all but dead, or have become the horrible byproducts of SU research, which have been made known in the release of the Ravens, six rogue frames that are suspected of originating from PB-1. Shortly after the research was completed, the unknown pilots took control of the facility with their specially equipped frames, and subdued and killed all of the workers currently stationed there. While the research was successful, an unexpected side-effect of the AFO was not yet known at the time, a form of rampancy that caused the AI to alter the pilot’s brain during combat, changing it forever to more hostile intentions. Fearing that the work would be forever lost, two SU squadrons were sent in to subdue the rogue pilots, each one failing with the death of every member. After these first two confrontations, the rogue pilots dropped off the radar. The facility since remains abandoned, a hollow tomb, of which Hell itself has finally escaped. Extensive searches of the planet for the six rogue pilots are ongoing, but the one question nervously being asked by everyone seems to be “What happens once we find them?..”

The skill level of these pilots can only be assessed to be at an extremely high level, due to the complete destruction of the first six man TTM squad and eight man TTA squads sent to police PB-1. Not much else is known about the pilots or the frames, as most schematics were lost in the uprising. Only two remaining pictures survive to this day, one depicting a quadruped frame in the fires, the other showing a bipedal frame lurking in the woods. Their whereabouts remain unknown to this day.


Funny story, I have this written up since last week, but I've been really nervous about my writing skills. But hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Besides, my banner was overdue for an explanation, and Mantiskings earlier posts prompted me to action. Now that I've got a setting going, I'll right up some stories taking place on Paragon. This is gonna be FUN :D .
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Tue Dec 10, 2013 5:31 pm

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Some of the last remaining pictures of PB-1 and the frames they were developing before the tragedy that struck the occupants. The rogue frames whereabouts still remain unknown. All PB-1 personnel have been defined as dead, or missing.

Note: Please ignore that object in the background that suspiciously looks like a giant pair of glasses ;) .
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby gusindor » Wed Dec 11, 2013 8:14 pm

Really cool story. Your super-soldier program is very similar to what I had in mind, what with the Ijad's second consciousness heightening reactions, people trying to replicate that synthetically, and the results being mentally unstable. Only you use P.O.W.s and I use orphans. And you've actually written & shared yours, I should really get on that...

Xero010 wrote:Funny story, I have this written up since last week, but I've been really nervous about my writing skills.

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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Wed Dec 11, 2013 10:18 pm

Hey I appreciate that!! Been working on another chapter to add, let me know if you wanna work on a collaboration story sometime :D
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Zero Revenge » Wed Dec 18, 2013 2:00 pm

Hopefully there's more to come of this nice little story. :3
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Thaddeus » Wed Dec 18, 2013 3:40 pm

Xero, I think we share a mutual love of ravens.
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:30 pm

Thaddeus wrote:Xero, I think we share a mutual love of ravens.

Guilty as charged..
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Zero Revenge » Thu Dec 19, 2013 1:28 pm

Thaddeus wrote:Xero, I think we share a mutual love of ravens.

Perhaps ORCA's too? :3
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Thu Dec 19, 2013 4:04 pm

Zero Revenge wrote:
Thaddeus wrote:Xero, I think we share a mutual love of ravens.

Perhaps ORCA's too? :3

I don't discriminate ;) Besides, isn't it kinda obvious from my banner?(A cookie to whoever names this NEXT correctly..)
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby darksyntax » Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:24 am

Good stuff. I like the pics along with the story; really helps set a mood and sell it. I should do another fanfic story too.
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Fri Dec 20, 2013 10:00 am

Thanks. Got the idea to take pics after looking at some old WWII pictures. My dads a history buff. And yeah, it'd be pretty cool to see more of what other members came up with :D
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Zero Revenge » Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:17 pm

Xero010 wrote:
Zero Revenge wrote:
Thaddeus wrote:Xero, I think we share a mutual love of ravens.

Perhaps ORCA's too? :3

I don't discriminate ;) Besides, isn't it kinda obvious from my banner?(A cookie to whoever names this NEXT correctly..)

I will take that cookie, my good sir. I loved Thermidor and his Unsung.
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Fri Dec 20, 2013 5:29 pm

Correct!! I fall in love with Black Mechs with red highlights pretty hutching quickly :lol: Some news on the next story: Half way done, trying to introduce two new rogue pilots. Writing this on a level that's AC worthy is really testing my imaginary machinations :twisted:
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Wed Feb 12, 2014 11:50 am

--Transmission Begin-
New data has been recovered of the exact nature of the work going on at the facility PB-1. Ever since the investigation of PB-1, it has been made well known that the purpose of the research done was to create a new form of super soldiers for the Union, utilizing the increased response time and mental awareness created by having a second "brain" as is seen in some long bonded ijad-human pairs, but to a much further extent. The test subjects, a small Free Colonists resistance cell captured by the Union, showed promising results after being initially captured and mentally re-purposed. Only four of the six pilots survived the initial transplant of their AI-Boxes, known as AFO Capacitors, although the remaining four showed heightened combat skill in a specific area. Reaction time, physical reflexes, and mental processing speed all seemed to show an exponential increase, but with unforeseen consequences. As each of the pilots was exposed to more and more vigorous training sessions, their mental state began to deteriorate completely, leaving them prone to violent mental outbursts and psychological symptoms consistent with schizophrenia. This was the result of rampancy in their AI, as the brain eventually lost the ability to control the body once the AI began to impose itself on the host. With each passing day, the pilots lost more and more of their past selves, all of which was replaced by the cold and merciless efficiency of the AI that lived inside each one. The scientists of the facility remained completely blind however to this change, as they were constantly pressed for better and better results to give to the Solar Union branch secretly watching over the project. Eventually, their failure to react to the inhumanity of the project led to the untimely deaths of every worker at the facility. The four pilots escaped the facility in their rampage, although mysteriously six were recorded having escaped from the facility, seeming to act of their own accord.

Below is the synopsis of the four missing test subjects

Alexander "Xander" Jotun
Piloting: XYZ-HADRON MKIII
Background: A former free colonist located on an abandoned space port on the moons of Jupiter, Alexander eventually led the rebellion which would send the Solar Union at his neck. Planned many successful raids against Union freighters carrying precious cargo to the outer worlds. Captured and imprisoned in a sting operation
Whereabouts:Unknown

Haxune "Hun" Chuluunbold
Piloting: XYZ-BEAT LYNX MKII
Background: A former Solar Union freight mechanic and accomplished engineer, Haxune is suspected to have fallen in love with the rebellious Alexander, and joined him in his cause to stop the Solar Unions imperial rule. She became a strong force behind the resistance, working with Alexander to plan raids and construct as well as repair mobile frames to combat the SU's superior technology, as well as sabotage it with her knowledge. She was captured along with Alexander and charged as a traitor to the Union.
Whereabouts:Unknown

Rebecca "Longshot" Stratos
Piloting: XYZ-PARANOIA MKII
Background: Rebecca was also formerly a Union soldier, more specifically a long range artillery specialist for the TTM. She was highly recognized for her great combat prowess and expert deployment of stratagems to win engagements, but was out maneuvered and captured after her unit attempted to take back a transit gate Alexander had captured. Expecting death, Rebecca was surprised when Alexander offered her unit freedom. Moved by his cause and mercy, she remained with him, letting the rest of her party return to relay her message to the Union. After her capture, she was charged as a traitor along with Haxune Chuluunbold.
Whereabouts:Unknown

Zade "Ramba" Arion
Piloting: XYZ-VANIR MKI
Background: A long time friend of Alexander, Zade grew up with him in the free colony in which they both originally occupied. The two were inseparable, and when the time came for Alexander to begin the resistance, Zade was right by his side. They made a potent tag team on the battlefield, where their superior tactics allowed them to overcome many numerically stronger forces. Zade Arion was captured shortly after Alexander Jotun following a brief last stand at a captured transit gate, where Zade received grievous wounds.
Whereabouts:Unknown

It is not yet as of known who or what was piloting the fifth and sixth frames reported to have escaped from the facility. It is suspected that perhaps two AI were allowed to escape into the frames during the chaos. Their whereabouts remain unknown, and no data exists of the two frames they are piloting. The most recent reports detail specific encounters with the BEAT Lynx, most likely piloted by Haxune Chuluunbold. The report includes the death of every pilot sent in the search party after it, as well as a video report of Private Kowalski's last encounter with the frame.

All contact with the planetary base on Paragon has been ceased as of the latest encounter in order to avoid detection by the rogue frames. As mandated by the Solar Union top military branch, it has been deemed fit to run another experiment in order to determine whether the project started at PB-1 can be salvaged. Suitable data must still be recovered, but reinforcements are being drawn into to better manage the situation on the ground, though the current planetary base will have to hold out on there own until then. There is no guarantee that they will survive, as all factors suggest they will be dead long before the Solar Union sends in the proper troops to manage the situation. Let's see what they can do.

--Transmission End-

08:00 HOURS

Kowalski cut off cut off the link, as he looked the director dead in the eyes, his gaze unwavering.
"Now do you get it? We're down here to die."
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Wed Feb 12, 2014 11:59 am

Sorry background has been lacking for months, had a serious case of writers block with the latest story :? .
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Sun Feb 16, 2014 10:58 pm

Weapons Detail

XYZ-Hadron MKII

Model Number
MSN-04II

Developed from
MSN-04 Destroyer

First Seen
SC 0260

Last Seen
SC 0261

Manufacturer
Hextech Corp.

Operator
Solar Union

Known Pilots
Alexander Jotun

General Characteristics
Overall Height
10.2 meters

Head Height
12.1 meters

Max Weight
12.7 metric tons

Standard Weight
7.6 tons

Power-plant
GN Particle Compressor

Power Output
6760 kW

Sensor Range
23420 meters

Pilot Accommodations
Pilot only (in panoramic monitor/linear seat eject-able cockpit in head)

Armor
ELS Alloy
Primal Armour Reactor


Movement
Vernier Thrusters: 30
Dafeng Boosters: 12

Armaments
1 x High-Energy Beam Cannon
8 x Funnel
1 x Vulcan Cannon
1 x Missile Pod(4: High-Impact Rounds)
1 x High Velocity "Moncarch" Rocket

Special Equipments and Features

1 x External Particle Dispersion Wing
2 x Frame Heavy Fire Anchor System(Front Legs)
AMS Input/Output cockpit
AMS System
2 x sub-arm

Optional Equipment

Shoulder Power Armour
Shield
Beam Saber

*Note: Some Weapons and Equipment may be Armored Core/and or Gundam based
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Tue Feb 18, 2014 10:41 pm

Weapons Detail

XYZ-BEAT Lynx

Model Number
MSL-02I

Developed from
MSL-02I Lynx

First Seen
SC 0260

Last Seen
SC 0261

Manufacturer
Hextech Corp.

Operator
Solar Union

Known Pilots
Haxune Chuluunbold

General Characteristics
Overall Height
9.3 meters

Head Height
7.1 meters

Max Weight
9.3 metric tons

Standard Weight
6.5 tons

Power-plant
GN Particle Compressor

Power Output
7890 kW

Sensor Range
14220 meters

Pilot Accommodations
Pilot only (in panoramic monitor/linear seat eject-able cockpit in head)

Armor
ELS Alloy
Primal Armour Reactor


Movement
Vernier Thrusters: 12
Dafeng Boosters: 14

Armaments
1 x High-Impact Hard Mounted Chain Blade Arm
1 x Launchable Gundarium Hook
1 x High Velocity "Moncarch" Rocket
1 x Surface Reflexive Shield(Shoulder Mounted)

Special Equipments and Features

1 x Particle Acceleration System
2 x High Impact, High Stability Feet Skirts
AMS Input/Output cockpit
AMS System

Optional Equipment

Shoulder Power Armour
Shield
Beam Saber

*Note: Some Weapons and Equipment may be Armored Core/and or Gundam based
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Wed Feb 19, 2014 10:21 pm

Weapons Detail

XYZ-Paranoia MKII

Model Number
MSP-01

Developed from
Basic Scrambler

First Seen
SC 0260

Last Seen
SC 0261

Manufacturer
Hextech Corp.

Operator
Solar Union

Known Pilots
Rebecca Stratos

General Characteristics
Overall Height
8.1 meters

Head Height
2.6 meters

Max Weight
20.4 metric tons

Standard Weight
13.8 tons

Power-plant
GN Particle Compressor

Power Output
8430 kW

Sensor Range
100267 meters

Pilot Accommodations
Pilot only (in panoramic monitor/linear seat eject-able cockpit in head)

Armor
ELS Alloy
Primal Armour Reactor


Movement
Vernier Thrusters: 0
Dafeng Boosters: 3

Armaments
1 x High-Impact Maelstrom Cannon
1 x Stromling Missile Launcher(Ammo: 20)
1 x High Velocity "Moncarch" Rocket
1 x Hard Mounted Autocannon
1 x Quad Fire Sting Beam

Special Equipments and Features

1 x Heavy Weapons Anchor
AMS Input/Output cockpit
AMS System

Optional Equipment

N/A


*Note: Some Weapons and Equipment may be Armored Core/and or Gundam based
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Tue Jan 31, 2017 7:28 pm

Hextech: Will of the hunter
By Corey Ikhide

The restless night gave way to a lazy dawn, just as it always had, ushering in the time for Paragons many nocturnal denizens to retreat back to their lairs. All but one, a man, covered in dirt, scraped and bruised, and driven by his own grizzled determination. In another time, he might have seemed like any other regular guy with short brown hair, average height of six feet, skinny build, and low cheeks. These were features that wouldn’t have been particularly striking to most normal people. However, there was one remarkable feature about him: his eyes. His eyes were brown and drawn with the sorrow of someone who had been pushed to the very edge of his own sanity and had almost fallen off. They were distant, as if he was staring at something only he could see. And perhaps he was.
This man's name was Kowalski, and his tale began almost eight months ago, when he was sent on a mission with three others to track down and recover the six escaped rogue pilots of the former Hextech project at PB-1, which was effectively eradicated by the rogue pilots of six highly advanced mecha after they went berserk due to their AI counterparts rampant personalities. Now, as the only survivor of his encounter with the first of the six, he has struggled to find his way back to PB-2, the base established long ago on the planet of Paragon, and perhaps the only safe place left to seek refuge, his ordeal long from over….

"Hutching bugs!!!" Kowalski cursed a fly as it buzzed around his head. He was almost sure this one had been following him for at least a half mile. The insects of this planet had a pension for being both freakishly annoying and persistent, but thankfully, not especially dangerous, at least not on their own.

He'd lost track of the number of days since his chub had been rent open and tossed over a precipice by that cybernetic hell-hound which had called herself “B.E.A.T. Lynx”. Amazed to have survived the fall, Kowalski had sworn vengeance on her for his fallen comrades from the moment he had crawled out of the crushed cockpit of his mecha, covered in blood and thoroughly battered. Getting out of the valley and this far back to the base using only the foreign stars of the Hyun-System had been no easy task, and certainly not something he would have ever imagined attempting before the encounter. But now, he was a bumbling field technician no longer. He was a soldier and a survivor, and determined to truly fight like one for perhaps the first time in his life.
Kowalski estimated he was approximately several miles from the base, a distance he hoped he could make in his estimated remaining eight hours of daylight he now had left. He had been able to gather his bearings, using the stars he had been taught to recognize during his training shortly before he came to Paragon. The brightest of these stars was Hyun - the largest of a binary system. It was located at the center of this particular system with its smaller partner, known as Altair for its sky-blue appearance, orbiting around it. The resultant gravity had caused Paragon and a host of its moons to be exposed to two stars throughout the day and one at night, thanks to their irregular orbits.
As Kowalski struck on, he took stock of his remaining supplies. He only really had some of the materials he carried with him once he had abandoned his chub: a combat knife, a water skin, some bandages and antiseptic, a few food bar wrappers (the contents long since having been eaten), and most importantly, a few spare Lego pieces from his long lost childhood that he kept with him for good luck. He carried all of these items in a makeshift pouch he created from his torn jacket, slung over his shoulder. He had ditched much of his personal communications equipment once it became clear that help could not be reached out in the deeper parts of the jungle, where the dense canopy blocked most signals. Any attempt to pull someone up had only yielded heavy static. He had been able to subsist on much of the citrus fruit which was local to the planet, but he had never dared to try and catch or eat any native creatures. They were dangerous, each species possessing a wide assortment of claws and poisons, and the risk of attracting larger, stronger beasts-or even worse, the rogue pilots-with a small fire seemed much too great just for a warm meal.

As Kowalski continued his trek, he reflected on his life previous to being assigned at PB-2. He couldn't wait to get back home, if he ever did, safe on earth where he wasn't in danger of being killed 24/7. He'd enlisted in the Solar Union Army when it became clear to his parents and peers that he possessed a knack for electrical and mechanical engineering, as well as an advanced understanding of communications technology, shortly after he'd finished his college graduate studies. His friends and parents had implored him to enlist as a pilot, sure that he'd become a great soldier with his talents. However, Kowalski himself had felt extremely nervous at the time, more than sure he'd just be a burden to whatever squadron he was assigned, or simply die on the frontlines during combat. Despite his sense of foreboding, he still enlisted, if only to escape the constant badgering of his parents. Once, finally, at the Pilot Academy located on one of the many moons of Jupiter, he'd consistently scored low on frame combat tests. His aim atrocious and his hand-to-hand combat inconsistent at the best of times, especially in low gravity environments. He did have high marks in all other regards though, especially in frame equipment specifications and signal security, and this was where his first mentor, Andre Sagan, the former "Blue Giant" of the Solar Union, saw his true potential over just being another repair mechanic. Andre saw the usefulness of Kowalski's habit of rambling off the specs of every frame he came across, including weak spots in armor and favored terrain. This led Andre to believe that Kowalski could become a formidable frame pilot who could exploit the enemies weaknesses, given time. And so, he had helped Kowalski build his confidence, improving his frame skills through hours of extra training with rigorous schedules. By the time of graduation from the Academy, Kowalski had learned to make up for his lackluster combat skills with an encyclopedic knowledge of frames and how they worked. Many came to respect his abilities. He first saw combat on the fringe planets of the Union, where his quick analysis allowed his company to halt and destroy the advancing ijad forces. He became known as "Thinker" for his possession of precognitiant battle skills. His parents rejoiced at his success.

He was set to advance quickly in the ranks until one day his former mentor sent a high-priority request for Kowalski's superiors to have him transferred for a top-secret reassignment. He landed on Paragon not four days later and became acquainted with Sierra Henley, a green eyed, dark haired beauty with sharp anglican features. Unfortunately, she never seemed to have time for him, always focused on whatever mission or patrol they were carrying out. She had a no-nonsense personality and brusque nature which put Kowalski on edge and attracted him, though his timid personality often prevented him from talking to her in any social setting. Kowalski recalled that at the time right before their last mission, the atmosphere at PB-2 was very serious, and it would have been an understatement to say Sierra demanded a level of professionalism. Despite this, Kowalski still admired her well built physique and hard but well placed features. He certainly wasn't the only one whose eye's she had caught. Kowalski still regretted not telling her how he felt, finding some irony in that her last words to him were to "RUN THE **** AWAY WHILE YOU STILL CAN".

Along with a handful of other skilled pilots who had been hand picked and briefed by Andre himself, Kowalski and Sierra had been tasked with the assignment of capturing the now rogue pilots from the former Hextech project. To stress the level of secrecy needed, they were all informed upon landing on Paragon that no record of where they were existed, and if they were discovered to leak or have the intention of leaking information regarding their operations, they would be immediately executed, without trial. It was then that Kowalski's sense of unease truly spiked, although Sierra seemed unfazed by the news, both of them having no clue what they were truly up against. The two of them had arrived at the same time and rather late due to Paragons lack of a spaceport, so they were quickly reassigned to a squad with two other pilots whose faces Kowalski had quickly forgotten, right up until their last mission together. Kowalski had always meant to get their names and try and be friendly. Now, he would never be able to stop listening to their cries for help.

Kowalski's thoughts were interrupted as he went up over a ridge and began to feel tremors through the ground.
"This planet isn't prone to earthquakes" he said to himself, trying to pinpoint the source. Months of loneliness had caused him to develop the habit of talking to himself, for better or for worse for his mental state.

He hid quickly in the dense undergrowth.
"And their aren’t any native creatures large enough to shake the ground like this."

As Kowalski further pondered the source of the tremors, a chub erupted out through the leaves and into sight, just ten meters away from his position. It held a single large Gauss Rifle, cradled in both arms. As it scanned the surrounding area, its sensor dome swiveling back and forth on top of its armored torso, Kowalski remained hidden, trying to determine its purpose and origin. He recognized it as one of the models that were originally stationed at PB-2, though it was heavily modified in several respects. It's armor seemed to be thickened along the legs and chest, and the rifle it held had been retrofitted with a much larger barrel, Kowalski guessing it allowed the use of larger caliber ammunition. It was a dull gray in color and stood about seven meters tall, around the same height as the universally standard chub, an unspectacular but reliable frame in its own right. Kowalski was made especially nervous by the signs of combat damage along its armor. Dents and wrent metal showed up and down its surface, and the head part, normally a sleek dome, was bashed in on one side, wires and electronics visible through the broken metal.
Just as Kowalski began to search for a route of escape back into the jungle, the chub's intercoms boomed out into the jungle:

"HELLO!! IF THERE ARE ANY SURVIVORS FROM THE EXPEDITION OF LIEUTENANT SIERRA HENLEY, PLEASE MAKE YOURSELVES KNOWN!! THIS IS DIRECTOR ANDRE SAGAN OF BASE PB-2!!"
Kowalski immediately recognized the voice of his mentor mission director, Andre Sagan, and ran from the giant bush he had hidden under, waiving his arms frantically.
"YOU FOOL!! IT'S NOT SAFE OUT HERE!! GET BACK!!!" he shouted at the chub, hoping it could see him.
"KOWALSKI!? IS THAT YOU!? GET IN HERE!!"

The chub deftly kneeled down and opened it's cockpit, the chest armor coming down to reveal Andre, seated in his cockpit and firmly gripping the controls. Andre was a large man and towered over Kowalski by five inches. He was in his mid forties, with black hair which was rimmed by the gray that came only with years of stress and hardship. He had fought on the frontlines for the Solar Union for many years against the dissenting Free Colonists and invading Ijad, earning the title of Blue Giant for his custom blue ST-07 "Super" Chub. His services and natural leadership skills qualified him to take charge of PB-2, an endeavour he had quickly learned to regret.
Kowalski squeezed in, the cockpit now slightly cramped as Andre made room for him behind his seat. "You need to leave!! We aren't safe out here!!" Kowalski said while he strapped in, scanning the jungle for any signs of danger.

"You survived in the wilderness this long? On your own?" Andre asked. He was clearly bewildered at Kowalski still being alive, but his hope for any other survivors was quickly dimmed when he saw the sullen look on Kowalski's face. He had thought that maybe they all hadn't been slaughtered, but Kowalski seemed to be the alone, and his there was no point in asking.
Sensing Andre’s apprehension, Kowalski explained his previous situation very clearly.
"Everyone else is dead, sir. I'm sorry. I’ve been out for god knows how long. I even went back to the wrecked ST-07’s. Both cockpits were completely destroyed. I could find no trace of Sierra Henley's frame either....” his voice trailed off at the memory of leaving her to fight B.E.A.T. Lynx on her own.
Andre sealed up the cockpit and made his way back to the base, using his controls to maneuver the chub through the dense foliage of the jungle back to the base. It was obvious by his brooding demeanor that he was upset at the loss of three of his own pupils, though this was not the only thing that seemed to be bothering him.
“Well, everyone will be glad to know you’re alive once we get back. A lot’s happened since you’ve been gone. Your attack happened eight months ago.”
“EIGHT MONTHS?!?! What happened while I was gone? What’s the story with our orbital command?”
"Where do I begin? When we received your message, we wanted to send a search party. I wanted to. But it was too dangerous to take the risk if B.E.A.T. Lynx was still in the area. So we studied that video. Every second of it. We were able to retrofit some of the chubs we had on the base, and generated some of our own ST-07's. We did this in preparation to catch and secure B.E.A.T. Lynx. We successfully captured her only about one month ago."
"You caught her!?" Kowalski exclaimed in disbelief, shaking Andre’s seat.
“Hey easy back there!” Andre shouted, barely maneuvering the chub around the large trunk of a tree. The chub was now going at almost a full sprint, using advanced muscle cylinders to jump around oncoming trees. "Yes. We’ve had the pilot under containment ever since. We had hoped to acquire more information from her as to the whereabouts of the remaining five rogues, but it is clear she either doesn't know or is incapable of telling us. The full extent of her rampant AI was only realized when she was removed from her frame. We had to forcibly cut her cerebral connection to the damn thing. Her personality completely changed after that." Andre glanced back at Kowalski, his grayish eyebrows framing his blue eye’s in a serious manner. "The sadistic nature she demonstrated during her attack has gone completely dormant. She’s catatonic, almost as if the AI itself was the only real personality inside her. You can see for yourself, once we get back."
Kowalski thought about that. He was about to meet the pilot that wiped out his squad and nearly killed him, face to face. He wasn't sure what to feel-anger or sadness.
"How did you capture her frame, and what about the AI?"
"We were able to develop an impulse generating net able to disrupt the muscle cylinders by vibrating them at an accelerated pace using gyrators connected in series along the net. We were counting on the vibration to disrupt the internal timers in the muscle cylinders of B.E.A.T. Lynx, causing them to seize up and render the Lynx immobile. Thank god it worked . The net itself was composed of muscle strands which we cultivated from spare frames among the base. We took a serious gamble there. Not a lot of data seems to exist on the exact nature of the construction of these six frames, with most of it having been destroyed along with PB-1. The AI is being kept inside of a specially built Faraday cage located in the base. We haven't established a safe means of communicating with it without having it hijack the base. I don't even really want to, to be honest."

Andre looked straight ahead, remaining vigilant to any dangers the jungle might present. Several of its inhabitants, while not large, could easily swarm and overwhelm a frame on its own, given the chance. It was easy to forget what hostilities might lie underneath every leaf.

"Questions need to be answered. We went in completely blind into this operation. Trust me. Someone's got to answer for the lives of those dead pilots." During his time in the jungle, Kowalski had come to grow angrier at the original progenitors of the Hextech operation and the follow up station at PB-2, as he blamed them primarily for leaving his team grossly unprepared for their attack and subsequent ambush.

Andre continued with his rundown, knowing Kowalski wouldn't want to dwell on the subject for very long.
"Well, before we can even get any kind of investigation going, we still need to address one underlying problem. We can't stay here Kowalski. Many of the pilots and technicians of the base are starting to get 'cabin-fever', which is only exacerbated by the fact that our orbital command has been cut off from us since you've been gone, a whole eight months. It also doesn't help that there are still five homicidal cybernetic war machines out there, who may or may not retaliate now that we have one of their own, if they even care enough about each other enough to act on this. For all we know, they may simply attack us out of sheer boredom. We lost two good pilots trying to contain just B.E.A.T. Lynx. We quite frankly don't have the technology or manpower to stop a full on assault from the remaining five, who we know nearly nothing about."
"Yeah, I know. I wish I knew what was happening with our orbital base too. The signals they broadcast are too strong to be blocked, not even by the dense foliage down here. I suspect it's one of the rogue pilots who is the cause, although the sheer jamming power it has must be enormous. Have you taken apart the B.E.A.T. Lynx frame yet?" Kowalski looked at the monitor to the passing jungle outside.
"Yes. We've been analyzing it ever since. The morphic nature of the metal alloy used in the armor is unknown, although it seems to be organic, and testing is being done, though difficult in these conditions. The frame as a whole seems to be optimized for melee combat, as it wasn't equipped with any long range weapons or the ability to hold any, possessing no hands of any kind. Its mobility is conjectured to be very high based on what seem to be thrusters located near the knee joints, as well as heavily strengthened muscle cylinders, preventing high-stress damage."
"Eight months of testing and that’s all you’ve found it?"
Andre’s hands tightened around the controls, a pair of multidirectional “Joy-Sticks”, as they were called by many frame pilots, despite numerous reminders by the Solar Union that "War is not a game."
“Kowalski, I understand you must have been through Hell in the past eight months, but don’t make light of what we’ve gone through. Until a month ago, no one knew where these monsters were, or when they would attack, or what might provoke them. We barely managed to capture Lynx with jury-rigged technology that we can hardly afford to make repairs to. Quite frankly, this isn’t a research facility, and our people are more worried about what we’ll do when the **** finally hits the fan, because we all know it will eventually.”

Kowalski realized he had touched on a rather sensitive nerve, and remained quiet. Andre’s job was anything but easy at this point, and he needed to be strong to promote a sense of unity and repel any foreboding the technicians and pilots might feel. Kowalski began to wonder in retrospect if two squadrons of 10, now fifteen total with the loss of Sierra and the other two unknown pilots plus the two lost in Lynxes capture, were enough to have been stationed at PB-2. Supposedly they had been recruited from the best of the Transit Marines, the Solar Unions main fighting force. But even they seemed to be spooked, the way Andre described the situation on base.
Andre sighed, sounding much older than he actually was.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I’ve a had a lot to manage. I can’t let things get out of hand, especially not now. We’ve got to make do with what we have, and find someone way to either get off this damn planet a kill or capture those other five. Until we do either of those, no one is going to feel alright. Let’s just get you back to base. You must be starving, eating all those tangy mango’s for eight months.”
Kowalski smiled, for the first time in months.
“It’s not like the slop you served on base was any better.”

They dashed through the forest, frighteningly aware of the eyes that watched them, but obstinately refusing to acknowledge their presence. They came into a clearing an hour later, and Kowalski, still tense and on the lookout for unseen threats, recognized the familiar yet alien structure before him as the base. It wasn’t much to look at from the outside, a dull gray cube really, although immense in size. It was designed as an easily placed building, so as to be transported, by flight, out to its designated location as well as to be, in the event of some sort of emergency, ferried away by carriers with just as much ease. The cubes dimensions were eighty-nine meters in height, width, and length, affording it the most room to carry frames and military equipment. The Solar Union army had been particularly drawn to the design. A literal mobile base of operations, as it were.
PB-2 was still intact, but there were bits of armour and used ammunition shells scattered around it, as well as several charred craters. Kowalski also noticed that two chubs had been placed on guard outside. Each was linked with two smart missile systems on each shoulder, and carried a Gauss Rifle, very heavily armed for these models, Kowalski noted in his head. Chubs weren't usually designed to be specialists in things like firepower or stealth. Though they could be modded heavily, they were typically a specced as a 'jack of all trades' unit, doing nothing particularly well.
After Andre flashed his recall signal to the chubs on guard, they approached the side of the base and were admitted in as a gate to the lower garage opened, located on the northern face of the cubes base. Once inside the immense frame garage, technicians swarmed the chub to run diagnostics and check to see if any repairs were needed.

“Try not to spook anyone. It should be easy to get back into routine once you’re settled, but some things have changed, so I’ll brief you over dinner.”

Andre checked his time. 16:00, military time. Darkness would be falling once again in about four hours time. Andre began to lead Kowalski to the infirmary, located just at the garages northeast corner. It was a building inside of a building basically, do to the nature of the cubes size.
Once inside, medics were shocked to find Kowalski alive and well it seemed. He’d contracted no illness but had sustained several minor injuries during his time out in the jungle. Just to be sure, he received several immunization shots and was told he’d need to be quarantined for twenty-four hours by the head physician. Kowalski didn’t mind. He needed time to get readjusted. All that time on his own had made the prospect of social interaction a difficult one to grasp.

"Yeah. It all started once you left. Hasn't been the same since. Common, we'll get you
something to eat."

Andre and Kowalski walked towards on elevator on the wall as they ducked underneath grinding
machinery and crane arms. The garage was alive with technicians and pilots testing their weapons systems and reinforcing armour. It seemed they had been waiting for a battle for months. The fluorescent ceiling lights cast long shadows on each of the retrofitted chubs, and Kowalski counted twenty in total, minus the two standing guard outside. Kowalski had spent most of his time in quarantine thinking over the bases possibilities of surviving a full on assault from the remaining five rogue pilots. Assuming they all had similar abilities and traits to B.E.A.T. Lynx, the chances of survival seemed slim. As they rode the elevator up a level, Kowalski asked what the current status of the base was, and their plan for the possibility of future encounters.

"We've just been waiting, Kowalski." Andre had a look of consternation on his face. "Trying to track them down out there in the jungle would be suicidal. Our hope was that they would starve, but they seem to have been subsisting on the life support systems built into their mobile frames, as evidence of the one we found in B.E.A.T. Lynx. They don't eat or sleep. If the situation demands is, they can even cease breathing for a limited time, slowing their metabolic clock down to zero. The bioenergy system these frames are using is far beyond anything we've seen or used in the Solar Union. Heck, this looks a lot more like Ijad tech than anything else."
"I take it there's been no word from our orbital command either huh?"
"Nope. All communications ceased with them shortly after your party left. We haven't
been able to contact them since, as I've told you before...."

Kowalski scratched his head. He had forgotten he had asked before during his trip to the base. Things certainly hadn't improved much, either way.
The elevator arrived on the second floor from ground level, right above the garage, and they quickly exited heading for the mess hall. As Kowalski sat down with his plate of unrecognizable slop, Andre explained some of the improvements they had been making to their chubs. They had salvaged and scrapped together whatever weapons technology they could build and loaded the chubs down. They had also been quick to remove most of the jammed communication gear forms each frame, a precaution in case of tracking or malicious malware was being employed by the rogue AI, although it seemed clear to Kowalski that the rogues knew where they were.
As he finished up his meatloaf-resembling lunch(first warm meal in months) he asked
Andre if that was all they had at the base.

"Why?" Andre asked, not sure where Kowalski was going with the question.
"Why? Because it's not enough Andre!!" Kowalski looked over his shoulder at the mess
hall. It wasn't very large and had no windows. The fluorescent lights cast a depressing gloom on the place. Some technicians were eating in silence across the room, dower looks on all of their faces as they ate. They looked at Kowalski after hearing his outburst and he lowered his voice.
"I've seen first hand what one of those rogues can do. We can't fight them like they're an
outlawed band of mercenaries. The one I encountered, B.E.A.T. Lynx, hardly had a scratch on it even after we had focused fire on it: ALL FOUR OF US. She knew what she was doing when she charged in and easily separated us in the end. We can't fight them on their own terms, especially not with these useless chubs, and we certainly can't sit here and twiddle our thumbs. We need a trump card to take away their advantage. But most of all, you need to stop being scared."
"If we can't fight them and we can't wait here what do you suppose we do, with nowhere
to go? I'm out of idea's Kowalski." Andre looked Kowalski straight in the eyes. Kowalski had never gotten to know the man well before, even when they had trained together they had been distant, but now, staring into his eyes, he saw his desperate but determined will.
"What do we do? We hunt them Andre. We hunt them, and this time we'll know what we're looking for. We'll draw them out and strike them down, hard, fast, and without pause. But we're going to need a plan for that."
Andre's expression was unreadable. "There's something I need to show you."
Kowalski discarded his tray, and headed back to the garage with Andre. They mounted
the elevator and descended past the garage level.
"Only three people on the base know about this, and you're about to make four. This is
beyond top secret. Do you understand?" Kowalski only nodded, confused that the elevator had descended past garage level. There wasn't supposed to be anything but solid earth underneath the base. Cubes didn't need supportive foundations, that was why they were so useful. What was going on?
"Good." The elevator stopped after five minutes of decent. Kowalski wasn't even aware
the base went this deep into the ground. As he stepped out, a steel door confronted them. Andre took out his key card and swiped it through the door. After a second, the panel flashed green and it unlocked, allowing the two men to step into a large hangar are. There was a platform in the center, on which stood a single, solitary frame. Kowalski stared at the strange frame, perturbed by its shape. It was black in color, with red markings running along it's arms and legs. It was large, almost a whole head taller than a standard chub Kowalski guessed, and had broader shoulders. The joints connected fluidly, and Kowalski could tell it was agile. It was nearly an exact replica to B.E.A.T. Lynx.
"What exactly" asked Kowalski as he gestured towards the frame, "is this?" He struggled to keep his voice under control.
"THIS is the last frame to have been built at the SPB-1 base shortly before the massacre.
It was recovered during a spec ops mission in the area, and was transported here in secret during the construction of the base. It's the SM1-Blade Lynx MKII Assault Class Mobile Frame."
"But we were told there were six frames!! HOW COULD YOU LIE TO ANYONE ABOUT THIS?!?!"
"There are six rogues. But seven frames were engineered. The plan was to wait for a
suitable pilot to be...developed...but after the original six went insane, the frame had to be urgently evacuated, with the whole Hextech operation having been jeopardized. It was transferred here shortly after the base was constructed in order to remain undiscovered and undamaged. This frame is one of the Solar Union's few hopes of gaining an advantage over the Ijad. And it does not exist as far as the Solar Union is concerned. I couldn't risk telling anyone at the time. This technology had to remain secret at ALL COSTS."
"Is that why we lost communication with orbital command?"
"I can't confirm or deny that."
"Damn it!! So, the last frame with the AMS system was shipped here to be hidden? Our
original mission was never find those six?" Kowalski's voice was brimming with anger.
"Kowalski you have to understand- there was nowhere else for us to keep the frame
under wraps. We couldn't afford word that we had the technology of this capability getting out-"
Kowalski through a punch swiftly to Andre's jaw. Andre fell backwards and licked the
inside of his mouth.
"Alright, I deserved that."
"You're damn right you did. My team was murdered and I was stranded, all for a goddamn COVERUP! You knew DAMN WELL what would happen to us the moment we stepped into that jungle searching for these things, and you basically left us for dead!!"
Andre got back on his feet. "I should have warned you; I should have warned everyone. But I didn't. I'll admit it. I was scared out of my mind. If I could have told I would have. You just don't understand the importance of this project. When I saw the video you sent, I had really hoped you were able to survive. I wasn't able to send search parties, but I finally was able to convince the technicians to give me a chub and search on my own. I need you now Kowalski."
"For what?" Kowalski had a tear in his eye as he looked back at Andre. He'd never
wanted to come to this planet. Now he felt absolutely sure of one thing. Even more sure than when he first encountered B.E.A.T. Lynx or during the months he had spent lost in the jungle: the fact that he was not going to let himself die on this godforsaken planet.
"You had a mission Kowalski. We had a mission. And now we're going to carry it out.
"We're going to hunt them." Andre looked up at the mobile frame, which stood silent, watching them. “Using this.”

*Transmission Start*
10 HOURS AFTER 2ND CONTACT
"Does he suspect anything? Has his behavior remained unchanged?"
"His memories are stable, but now his will to fight has surfaced. We can move forward with the experiment, I presume?"
"Take care, Andre. We lost one. We won't accept anymore setbacks."
*Transmission End*
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Re: Overview: HexTech Corp.(Or what's left of it..)

Postby Xero010 » Tue Jan 31, 2017 7:36 pm

Oh god wall of text. The pictures won't be up till tomorrow, and I need to reformat this.
May as well post this:
HexTech Corporation: Lost Ravens
0X-Xadron- d6Rd d6Rd d8Rd d6B d6G d6W d6W
Mock Grypheon- d6Rd d6Rd d6Rh d6Rh d6Y d6G d6W d6W d8Rr
ST-07x "Glint"- d6Rh d6Rh d8Rh d6Y d6B d6W d6W d8G d8Rr
VFX-331- d6Rh d6Rh d8Rh d6Y d6B d6W d6W d8G d8Rr
VFX-333- d6Ra d6Ra d6Y d6Y d6G d6W d6W
ST-07s "Widowbreaker"- d6Ra d6Ra d6Y d6Y d6G d6W d6W
6 Frames 24 Systems: Offensive
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