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Thread: The Rebellion (Pazzo x Xana)

She stopped in front of Antares, a self satisfied smirk forming on her face. He certainly had an eye for these things, but she would expect him to, at this point in his career. This model, which I have dubbed Antares is a product o my own mind, with, of course, the help of a very talented crew of engineers and scientists. I had this built from the ground up, each part developed especially for what I envisioned. She explained, pride filling her voice as she explained it to him, know that he would truly understand her need to customize this from scratch. I am a high value target, at least on the battlefield where I most likely would be the only member of the royal family present. The enemy is going to gun for me, and they are going to gun for me hard. As a pilot, I am decent. According to current rankings, I would be just barely good enough to pilot for the 227th. I certainly am not fighting off an entire army on my own merit. So I need to reconcile my need to be on the ground, my high risk presence, and my above average skills. If the enemy wants to hit me, I will be there, to soak up the shots so that my people can break through, focus on their mission without concerning themselves with my safety. This mech was built like a tank that can fly. I have titanium reinfornced plates on all the main panels, all the joints are connected with carbon fiber ligaments, with over 2 and a half times the thickness of average chassis. The shoulder panels contain multi-directional missile pads that will hit everything in a 180 degree space before me. And my favorite feature, is the perfect defense system. For up to thirty minutes between recharges, I can take any hit the enemy can dish out. Radiation blasts, super heated plasma rays, every known missile, even the initial blast of a nuclear weapon. Of course while it is active I can't attack either, but it serves its purpose. She watched his face as she explained that last part, briefly wondering if he though her selfish for developing such a system for her. She didn't mention that she opted against an ejection pod for this model, relying solely on it's defensive capabilities to keep herself alive. She designed this mech with one main goal in mind that she cannot ever be captured by her enemy. Once you have a chance to get the Archnova up and running I would love to show you what Antares can do. Otherwise, there is only a little over an hour left until the Officer's meeting, and I still have some work to do before that point. Until, Lieutenant.
Thread: The Rebellion (Pazzo x Xana)

The rest of House Drake's Generals filed into the conference room and took their seats. One man, tall and slender, with thinning grey hair. His name tag read CPT Affrede, and he sat on one side of the admiral, with Aurelia on the other. He was more bureaucrat that officer, but he had seen some combat in the time before he served House Drake. The others were the respective leaders of the different divisions. They sat on the opposite side, taking up almost a quarter of the long conference table. First of all, on behalf of House Drake, I want to officially thank the 227th for their presence here today. The presence of such an extinguished and experienced company will bolster morale and improve battle performance. I understand that House Heinrich has left you all hesitant to work with other noble houses, and we appreciate your willingness to give us a chance to change your mind. Onto the mission. Three months ago, Dhalforth III received communication from the Imperial Government calling for the planet to renounce it's independence and be absorbed into the Coalition of Imperial Planets. Ever since the engagement of Princess Lilliana Drake to Dhalforth III's Crowned prince Dominic Lisent, our two planets have been allied, aligned towards the same purpose of independence. An attack on Dhalforth is an attack on us. Your primary mission is to support our troops in battle. We are willing to go to great lengths to provide you with the tools to necessary to succeed in this mission. I direct you to Captain Affrede with any and all needs. In addition to supporting our troops, you will be tasked with facilitating training, to better prepare the troops for future battles. You all will be reporting to Captain Aurelia Drake, our tactical adviser. In return the various commander's will report to the Captains from the 227th.
Thread: The Rebellion (Pazzo x Xana)

Caleb sat and listened carefully to CPT Affrede, his ears savoring his words as his mind absorbed them. Most of what he said was to be expected, but to take orders from Aurelia? She was barely an adult?... Initially this had put a bad taste in his mouth... She had no raw combat experience, and being put under the intense stresses of combat might overwhelm her, and make her freeze up... He had seen it before. He desperately beat back those annoying thoughts. She was confident, he could tell in the way she walked, and in the manner in which she sat next to her Aunt... Something deep inside of him said she could be trusted... He just hoped it wasn't his testicles, after all she was drop dead gorgeous... Stupid judgments like that have gotten many a man killed. She was his employer now, and the paycheck came first... Such feelings are a liability in combat, and he compartmentalized them away immediately... There was also the fact that she was completely out of his Leaugue. She was high class royalty, he was just a hired gun... Yes it could happen but there was no sense in entertaining a fuck your boss fantasy... He was here for a job, and the people of Hyperion would be depending on him... The recruits were raw, young, and eager for action... They would charge in, and see their friends get slaughtered all around them, get overwhelmed, and truly be tested... Some would crack and give up, succumbing to depression, a select few however would rise to the occasion, be born again and forged in the fires of war, coming out more powerful than they had ever been before... Calebs goal, however unrealistic, was to make every one of them a hardened fighting machine capable of being the former. Too many good kids have been lost to the Empire already... He thumbed through his clear datapad, reviewing the simulation software he had written himself... He would put the recruits through the hardest and most difficult situations he had faced himself out in the field, hopefully giving them the edge they needed... But no simulation can match the fury and rage of seeing your own arm ripped off by someone who is trying to kill you... Caleb's artificial arm suddenly twitched, but immediately went back to normal... It had been doing that for the past few weeks... Likely a minor software bug... He thumbed through a few screens as the CPT spoke, and booked an appointment with the local cyber-doc. He then placed the datapad on the table, and continued to listen to the CPT as he continued the briefing on the tactical situation...
Thread: The Rebellion (Pazzo x Xana)

Aurelia steeled herself for the outcry from the 227th, but they were consummate professionals, knowing better than to insult the woman who signs their checks. It eliminated one of her problems, but she still had to prove her worth to them, and by the way they the looked at her, she could tell it wouldn't be easy. Once everyone was given their assignments, the meeting became a far more casual, Aurelia watched her aunt make the rounds and speak to all of the officer present. For the most part, it was a brief conversation, mostly the Admiral recognizing the accomplishments of each member, and personally thanking them for being present. She spent some time speaking to Lyria, finding a woman who was almost exactly like she was in her younger years. They spoke at length about their experiences, their triumphs and scars. Aurelia left before anyone could approach her, still too much to be done before she could rest. By this time tomorrow she would be on a ship to Dhalforth III, heading over to the allied planet with the first cycle of troops. There was too much paperwork to finish, bags to be packed, assignments to be filled. She walked by the cafeteria, eager to get back to work, when her stomach angrily reminded her that she hadn't eaten all day. She stopped for a moment, debating whether she really had time to eat. Hunger would gnaw at her until sated, she reasoned to herself, besides, she could still fill in forms while eating a sandwich. So she made her way through the mess hall, picking up some fingers foods. A sealed sandwich, some local fruit, a bag of carrots. From there it was straight to her office. Typing with one hand, eating with the other, she was the model of efficiency. Of course still, she wasn't getting as much done as she could have been, her mind still distracted with errant thoughts. After a couple hours at her desks, she needed to stretch her legs. She supposed it wouldn't hurt to make sure her Antares was being properly prepared for shipping to Dhalforth. She didn't want to waste any time planet side when she could be training in her mech.
Thread: The Rebellion (Pazzo x Xana)

Caleb was in the simulators with the other recruits for most of the flight He HATED wasting time in Transit. He was angry, and his performance in the sims was showing it Ivan had told him it would take the better part of a week to retrofit the Archnova to his new specifications But the was a problem His favorite type of reactor was not available, but Ivan told him not to worry. Apparently he had borrowed one of the Antaress spare core stockpiles, and was able to adapt the engine to fit. Sweat was pouring from his brow, his mind completely focused on piloting his simulated mech. He had chosen an entry level Mark 1 Wardog chassis for the battle, while the other recruits were piloting the fancier Mark 4 and 5s. Kids these days What they seem to forget is that a Wardog, while old, is a superheavy chassis that carries four heavy rotary barreled auto cannons. Yes they were slow, but unrivaled by any other urban defense chassis. He had found an ammunition truck during the mission, and was using a mountain pass as a bottleneck, chewing through the enemy mechs as they tried to assault his base. When he took time to reload, he had members of his team cover him. Ivan however was leading the other team, and they were kicking his ass seven ways to next Sunday. Ivan likewise had a similar mech, a Megaheavy Monster2, with similar armament but ponderously slow. Time for the current mission had just expired, and he let out a breath he wasnt aware he had been holding The letterboards lit up the screen Flack 234 Blackjack 246 SaNdTrAp 367 Brick 420 Vulture 500 Lace 512 Caleb 2227 IvanTheTerrible 5520 Caleb grumbled. His performance was sub par as ever He could hear Ivans thick, accented voice in the simulator booth behind him. Wow, thats the first time I have ever seen your score under five k Caleb grunted, and felt something small and cold fall into his lap, reflexively, his cybernetic left arm caught the obect, the limbs artificial nerves telling his brain it was cold, and covered with condensation It was a chilled plum Ivans favorite snack. He heard the Russian bite into something juicy, likely another Plum. They had been in the sims for twelve hours straight, both men never tiring of piloting I wish they would release the software for that Antares Caleb grumbled I want to see just what the hell that monster can actually do if I have to fight alongside of it Ivan laughed between bites of his snack, and rumbled back I have seen the tech specs on that Antares, and her battle computer itself is amazing We are talking like 40-50 Teraflops for the FCS alone. The thing could almost pilot itself
Thread: M x F - Long-Term - 24 prompts/plots/starters within

M4F - Single Dad Ive been a single Dad now for a while. Raising my daughter along has been difficult since her mother left for a career advancement opportunity, her words My daughter, ironically, isnt even my biological daughter Her Father died shortly after she was born and I married her Mother Kate is my daughters best friend, and has been for years It honestly feels almost like theyre both my daughters, and twins no less, as they share the same birthday today! Ive put together a big bash for the two of them and their friends. The weather is perfect outside, and soon my backyard and house will be filled with a thousand screaming teenagers The music is already blaring, but it just sounds like noise to me a few friends have already arrived and I find myself plopped down in the kitchen, close enough to keep an eye on whats going on, but far enough away to avoid the pounding of the music! Occasionally a girl in a one piece or t-shirt walks into the kitchen to get a drink, but for the most part, the kitchen is the most peaceful room in the house right now. As the party progresses on and becomes a bit busier I remain on my stool in the kitchen knowing my girls love the party, but just waiting for it to be over. A girl walks into the kitchen and approaches the fridge. I kind of just glance out of the corner of my eye and do a double-take when I see her wearing this . I hadnt seen anyone else at the party wearing anything that revealing She was about 54, skinny yet beautifully curvy in that way younger girls made women my age cry. Her long red hair was wet, hanging down her back, glistening softly in the sunlight filtering through the windows above. Then she turned around, closed the fridge and there she is Kate! My daughters best friendsister! She smiles at me, green eyes sparkling with excitement Its almost time for the cake isnt it? she asks tilting her head back to take a drink of water while waiting on my answer. The motion of her tilting back, taking in the water seems to stretch her entire body, making it seem even longer and more lithe. She finishes the glass, sets it down in the sink and then looks at me I suddenly realize that shes asked me a question and Ive just been staring I shift awkwardly trying to snap myself out of the haze shes seemingly put me in. Ummm, yes, I think youre right, now would be a good time. I stand up and walk toward the fridge but I stop in my tracks thinking it would be a good idea to have the music off, or at least down. I turn to Kate and say Would you mind taking care of the music, I think it might be a bit easier. . There are a number of options here. You could either act as my step-daughter. Her best friend Kate. Both. Or, you can introduce a new character too if youd like.
Thread: M x F - Long-Term - 24 prompts/plots/starters within

M4F - The end of the world. What new one will we create? The smell is something that could never be described. His senses heightened, as his eyes flicker open slowly. The surface below him is rough and wet and hes not sure how he got here. A quick survey of his own bulky, broad figure told him he was uninjured so he pushed off the ground and rose to his feet. His eyes, starting to clear from the haze of waking up, focused on the scene before him. It appeared that he is under a bridge of some sort. A vast engineering structure hanging above him, covering him from the rain beyond. The devastation was something only seen in movies. The bridge slowly crumbling, along with all the structures surrounding it. Many fires, despite the strength of the downpour, as far as the eye can see. His eyes scanning the horizon for some semblance of life, some flicker of humanity, but nothing. Nothing but the many blazes and the smell to go along with them. Turning to look back at his resting place he found nothing, no belongings, no gear, just the clothes on his back. As he moved to face back toward the collapsing bridge his eyes caught movement. Trying to quickly adjust to the darkness above him, where the ground is elevated, he took a few steps back as his eyes worked out the form of a small figure huddled in out of the rain. His lips parted You there! his words nervous but desperate Whats happened? Where are we? his questions truthful and disturbing the realization coming upon him that he remembers nothing about whats happened, about how he got here, about who he is. Come into the light where I can see you his steps betray the demand in his voice as he stumbles backward, nervous as to what may emerge from the darkness ............................... And there you are! You emerge from the darkness. This story will be highly driven by the newly destroyed world. Im open to interpretations on how its been destroyed, Im open to how many survivors there are, where we are, how we got there. You should be comfortable with NSFW writing, as I would like to include romance between the survivors and desire a descriptive exchange in this as well.
Thread: M x F - Long-Term - 24 prompts/plots/starters within

M4F - What are you watching!?? And another red light, of course!!! Im already late and I forgot my USB stick at home with all my work from last night. As I round the corner of our street I remember back to 5 years ago when we got married and decided to move into this neighborhood. Its such a beautiful quiet area, its our little oasis a place we love to call home. As I speedily pull into the driveway and stomp up to the front door the neighbor calls out a quick hello as I shove my key into the lock at the front I dont audibly respond but simply nod back and wave slightly as I enter the house out of sight. I know exactly where I left it I took the stupid thing out of the desktop computer and set it on top of my desk, knowing that if I didnt take it out Id forget it when I left this morning. GAH!!! I should have just put it in my briefcase right away. I slip off my shoes and charge quietly towards my office, assuming youre upstairs in the shower you were kind enough to make me a quick breakfast this morning knowing how long Id worked last night at home. Im not quite sure where the sound is coming from, but I hear some faint whispers or is it whispers as I get closer to my office. I round the corner and the opening to my office comes into view, I cant really make out what is on the screen but see you sitting in my chair, back to me, eyes on the screen. Another few steps and Im in the doorway only then do the sounds and the images come into focus Youre looking at porn!!! Your legs are up on my desk, spread wide youre completely naked and your hand is firmly planted against the softest part of your body I You What Why!!! My thoughts run wild as I can hardly even understand the scene thats happening before me My eyes shift to the screen A woman in redpink frilly ties, tied to each corner of the bed a man standing over her no, not standing over her kneeling between her legs is he torturing her!??!? No no another moment passes and its clear hes not actually torturing her, hes tormenting her teasing her to the point where shes begging him to touch her begging him to kiss her... begging him to push his mouth against her pussy, against her clit begging him to be inside her What is this? I stammer out, finally getting the wind back and managing the only thing that comes to mind
Thread: M x F - Long-Term - 24 prompts/plots/starters within

M4F - Caught in the Act Today is no different from any other day. Im sitting at my desk, working from home, as I always do. This morning when I woke up Im not really sure what or where the feeling came from but Ive been overwhelmed with a sense of urgency to be sexual today. Ive been searching and searching all morning for something fun and exciting to look at online and have finally stumbled upon the right video. Ive snatched up my headphones and pulled them over my ears the video on my screen and the moaning in my ears has helped harden me in a moments notice. I wiggle out of my pants and boxers and let my manhood escape into the office air. My hand merges with it and I begin stroking slowly at first but as the images on the screen progress so does my excitement and motion I'm caught up in the moment enjoying the video before me, the feeling between my legs until I hear a loud noise behind me I swing my chair around and there you are Im open to you introducing yourself as any number of characters here be creative!
Thread: M x F - Long-Term - 24 prompts/plots/starters within

M4F - The Forbidden Student Im not sure how this happened, Im not sure how it got to this point I catch myself staring at you every day. I dont think youve noticed my eyes starting their gaze at your beautiful feetlegs. I dont think youve noticed my eyes working their way up your soft supple skin, gliding along each curve and ridge until Im beyond your knees trying to catch a glimpse of more flesh than I should be craving. Every time you change your seated position the desire renews and my eyes flare up and stalk your movements hoping that Ill catch a glimpse of you, catch a glimpse of what you may have on under that skirt today when you move to cross your legs the other way. Truth be told I dont stop there. My eyes wander up to your waist, up to your chest, looking at each curve that encompass your body. Watching you as you laugh with your friends, watching as you move to stretch and yawn in my direction. Watching those lips pucker and swallow. Being your teacher, I know these thoughts are forbidden, I know these thoughts can get me fired but I cant look away. You captivate me. Even the simplest question that escapes your mouth has me captivated for the two years youve been in my class. When I woke up today I thought it was no different from any other day. I got up early this morning and went for a run. I had a good hearty breakfast and drove to school. My plan is simple, get through the day and continue my routine when I get home. A weight workout when I arrive, a long enjoyable shower and some TV in the evening with another lone dinner. Midway through the day I again caught myself staring, undressing you in my mind wondering the many things I shouldnt be wondering yet again. Ive given you, as a class, time to work on a project today and am just relaxing and looking over some paperwork as you approach me at my desk at the front of the class. You ask if I have some time after school today to meet with you, being quite vague in regards to what it was about but I quickly agreed. The school generally clears out as soon as the bell rings, today is no different. I find myself alone in my classroom sittingleaning against my desk waiting for you, no more like daydreaming about what this may be about. You clear your throat as your figure appears in the doorway and it snaps me back to reality, youve arrived...
Thread: M x F - Long-Term - 24 prompts/plots/starters within

M4F - Step-Daughter's Phone I didn't want to use either of our names here but... I just wanted to let you know that I found your phone Your Mother and I haven't been together long, we were just married this past month. I have yet to learn a lot of things about the house and found a phone tucked into the cushion of my favorite chair. Since I wasn't sure who's phone it was, and it being unlocked, I took it upon myself to sift through the contacts and photos and files to make sure you or your Mother got their phone back or friend... well I think you know what's coming next This is not a complaint about what I found, I hope you understand... but being your new Father... I just can't let it go without saying something I hope that you have the courage to respond and have an open conversation about what's going on in your life I'm waiting...