Project ARMOR OC Thread

Project ARMOR, a project kept secret by the government for years. The public can never know about the truth behind it. The truth behind something that will make all wars last only seconds or minutes instead of decades.

What is Project ARMOR?
Listen up soldier, and listen closely. If you are seeing this it means that we have been successful in creating something never before thought possible. We have won the arms race. Auto-Response Mentally Ordered Robots, or ARMOR as the fellows up top call it, is something that we thought possible only in science fiction books and those Japanese shows. That's right, soldier, we've made giant robots a reality. But as far as the public is concerned these five beauties are unmanned, so do your country a favor and try not to mention we put real people in them.

How do they work?
Nanorobotics is the simple answer. Here's the long one...

For Soldier's Eyes Only
Nanotechnology has advance a long way. Each pilot is injected with a simple chip at the base of his cerebellum along with a network of nanomachines. These self-propelled machines run of the electricity the brain gives off during sleep, so make sure you get enough or who knows what may happen. Regardless you may want to know what they do in there. Each is programmed to follow certain neuron patterns in the brain, sending and receiving information to that chip at the base of the brain. What that chip does is send the information of movement, images, whatever to the robots internal 'brain' and allows it to function as an extension of the user or pilot.

Special News Report from Field Reporter Stubin Jones
“Also find out about the military’s new project to cut back casualties on the front lines, all this and more in the March 2021 edition of Global News” a male anchor continued, leading the way for the opening tag of the daily report.
All this was heard, but not seen, by satellite reporter Stubin Jones. At one point he had held the luxury job of anchor, but as he had aged and new talent came in he had been demoted to satellite. What was worse he was given a permanent satellite position in Washington. It was not all bad, as he had become good friends with the military commander, and as usually got the inside broadcasts no other networks could achieve. That was why he was standing outside the remote command center of the Pentagon’s operations, and why his camera seemed unable to focus on him alone. The AI built into it commanded it to focus on anything in the foreground, and with personnel constantly passing by it seemed intent on tracking every single one of them. Judging by the feed in his ear he did not have much time to gain its attention either.
“Hey! Walk behind the camera not behind me, I’m trying to report!” He yelled at the next batch of personnel heading his way. Luckily they obeyed because just then he heard the message that he was waiting for.
“And now for more on the military’s latest project our Washington reporter Stubin Jones, Stubin what can you tell us about Project ARMOR?”
Seeing the red light on top of the camera turn on to indicate he was live, Stubin’s head snapped back towards the screen, giving the viewers a clear shot of his graying hair and partially wrinkled face. He could not help it if the economy and world had taken such a poor turn that he was suffering from premature aging. Honestly what thirty-seven year old man did not suffer from it nowadays?
“Yes, well Project Auto-Response Mentally Ordered Robots is the largest step the military has taken since perhaps the development of the nuclear bomb. These mental controlled machines allow some of the past pilots the Air Force can offer to make their way into combat: without ever stepping onto the battlefield. These robots will revolutionize the ways wars are fought, by moving men off the field and into remote rooms, such as the one to my left.”
A second camera he had brought focused in on the room behind a heavy shield of blast glass. The red light on it flickered to life as the camera in front of Stubin flickered off.
“As you can see the remote pilots are preparing for what will be a promising demonstration later on. Currently, their robotic counterparts are standing by at an undisclosed location,” Stubin continued, the cameras switching once again. “For now all we can do is wait and see. Be sure to tune in tonight at six for more on this developing story. This has been Stubin Jones reporting live from Washington.”
“Thank you, Stubin,” replied the anchor back at the studio as his broadcast ended. It was the last thing he heard from them, no further satellite broadcast being needed until later on that night.

Please, tell me more!
In short, the mechs are large robotic suits that mirror the pilot's motions. However, many are designed for international or cross country flight. They are, therefore, piloted by actual pilots. Should an applicant show adequate skills in flight test or simulation they may be honored with a position.

Classified
Pilots are reporting that they seem to hear voices while interacting with ARMOR. Possible mental screenings are suggested for some. Take caution when discussing ARMOR as inanimate object, many believe them to be sentient. They also have shown anger at those 'fake' pilots in remote headquarters as they are being credited with fame and success.

Guidebook
1. Follow the rules set out by Menewsha.
2. Literacy is important, but I will not kill you for not posting a novel every time, I rarely do! Just don't do Something LIke This Or There Will Be Blood (it's annoying). I'd be much obliged if you posted in a dark color as well. I'm a little colorblind and bright colors are difficult for me to see.
3. Writer's Block happens! Try to pull through and give me three good sentences though!
4. PM me your character profiles and don't post until I've given the go ahead.
5. Don't disappear and don't leave your character stalled with nobody to post back with!
6. No God-modding. Ever. There are no gods unless your OC worships one.
7. Auto-hitting is a no. Give leeway for the other character to react unless they say "HIT ME HARD!"
8. ROMANCE: If it's illegal on network television, it's illegal here.
9. There will be only five pilots. More MAY BE added later.
10. Still with me? Make your PM subject "Cast in the name of God, Ye are not guilty."
11. Just to be sure...Ignore that rule [rule 10] and make the name of a mech anime the title.

Getting to Know You

Personnel:
1. Commander Stuart Jenkins [fidelisraor]

Pilots:
1. Leaf Obly [Mr Crowly]
2. Xavier [Seridano]
3.Kilyo Melta [kionaredhawk]
4.Jaeden Quill [Daemon35]
5.

Fake Pilots [Remoters]:
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Other:

Profile Skeletons!

I am [name]:
Played by [Mene User]:
I'm only [age]:
Personal Record [Bio]:
Psychologically Stable? [personality]:
Photo [description also acceptable]:
Occupation [what do you do?]:
Nationality [Where are you from?]:

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Accepted Profiles

I am: Commander Stuart Jenkins
Played by: FidelisRaor
I'm only [age]: 27
Personal Record [Bio]: Growing up in a small town was rather boring, the local college atmosphere never really cutting it, even when he graduated at age eighteen. Joining the military as a weapons specialist helped to alleviate some of that. His knowledge and development helped him to advance quickly until he found himself helping to create some of the most advanced technology out there, and heading the project that went along with it.
Psychologically Stable? [personality]: Generally a well-meaning guy, the Commander can be brash when he wants to be. Oftentimes he'll joke with those below him in the chain of command, respecting his superiors more than his inferiors.
Photo :
Occupation [what do you do?]: Commander of Project ARMOR
Nationality [Where are you from?]: Indiana, Pennsylvania, United States of America

Originally Posted by Mr Crowly

I am [name]: Leaf Obly
Played by [Mene User]: Mr Crowly
I'm only [age]: 20
Personal Record [Bio]: He was a mechanic before he became a pilot for the military. He can quite literally fix anything with anything. His reflexes are extremely sharp. He likes the night sky because it represents change, even though it doesn't look like it's changing, it is. As a child he saw his best friend murdered, which turned him into who he is today. He always refuses to wear his uniform, so he constantly gets on the bad side of the higher ups. He also has a hawk named Iggy. That thing follows him everywhere, even in the cockpit of a plane, or maybe in this case, a giant robot...
Psychologically Stable? [personality]: Not really, but it is his insanity that gives him his edge. He gets his insights in everything from somewhere in his mind, and his insanity seems to have unlocked all the doors to those insights.
Photo [description also acceptable]:
Occupation [what do you do?]: Pilot/Mechanic
Nationality [Where are you from?]: Can't remember...
Mech:
Leaf uses his arms for aiming, but a pair of arms can extend from the back just in case of hand to hand combat or repairing other robots. It is a master of speed and accuracy, but not very strong.

Originally Posted by Seridano

I am: Xavier Wyeth Asmodei
Played by: Seridano
I'm only: 27

Personal Record: Many of his earlier records have either been sealed or destroyed, suggesting a friend somewhere higher up on the food chain. Those records that remain detail an impressive military career. The present holder of the top score on the ARMOR simulation test, Xavier, codename Rain, went from promising young adept to competent military man as though he'd been born and bred for it. A lieutenant for the past 3 and a half years, he was one of the youngest men promoted to the position. His record is, as they say, impeccable...and in the military that often means one thing and one thing only, that you're hiding something.

Psychologically Stable?: One has to wonder...Though few have witnessed it themselves, there are rumors that the lieutenant speaks to his ARMOR when he believes that on is left in the building to overheard him. He also has a penchant for going off on his own, and it has been noted that despite the dangers to his person, he has always been one to charge ahead if it meant saving one of his men. When combined with the fact that the man is emotionally distant from his fellow officers, he may be well respected, but few take comfort in the ease with which he fells his enemies, nor in the lack of guilt that he appears to display after doing so. One might even go as far as to wonder if the man doesn't enjoy what he does. If they only knew...

In actuality, he remembers the names of each and every man that this bloody war has taken from him. He keeps a list locked in the top door of his desk. So too does he remember the names of the opponents that he has slain. He is also fiercly dedicated to his men, putting their lives before his own (and at times above duty as well). It is believed to be his fatal flaw, though there are few with balls enough to call him on it.

Photo:

Occupation: Pilot, Lieutenant
Nationality: British
Mech:

Originally Posted by Daeman35

I am [name]: Jaden Quill
Played by [Mene User]: Daeman35
I'm only [age]: 16
Personal Record [Bio]: When she was younger the government was looking for child secret agents. Specifically female. Jaden was one of the ones picked because she was a healthy strong looking child growing up. The government took her away from her family and created what they called big brothers for the children, to teach them how to fight and shoot. The government used people like her to make coveres for their secret agents. Of course they were taught how to act like regular kids, but when it came to danger, they knew what to do. Living in a military building never put a damper on Jaden's energy, she just used it to learn faster. When she was highschool age, they released her to go to high school, but still be used as an agent when the military needed her. Shes just a normal highschoool teen on the outside but on the inside, she was born and bred a military girl.
Psychologically Stable? [personality]: Jaden usually has a protective personality. In order to fit into highschool, she got into the habit of acting like those around her, being a chameleon. So she has many personalities really. The one she uses the most is her laid back personality since it seems to help her keep her friends. She has never really had depression or anger issues. Its usually just laid back or energetic.
Photo [description also acceptable]:
Occupation [what do you do?]: Jaden is a Pilot
Nationality [Where are you from?]: Irish

Originally Posted by kionaredhawk

I am [name]: Kilyo Melta
Played by [Mene User]: kionaredhawk
I'm only [age]: 18
Personal Record [Bio]: Her parents were military and so she was moved around a lot growing up. She never had a place she truely called home. She hates uniforms but joined anyway when she was 16, showing aptitude with piloting and gun machinery. Her father died at 15, leaving behind a message for her and her mother. "Don't give up. Never give in." She thought it was totally corny but she believed in it and him. It became her personal motto. When she first saw an ARMOR she wanted to drive one. She knew she had to someday. Someday.
Psychologically Stable? [personality]: Hates uniforms and being told what to do but it's a means to an end for her, so she will listen if she believes it right. She's stable but stubborn and a rebel.
Photo [description also acceptable]:
Occupation [what do you do?]: Pilot/gun expert
Nationality [Where are you from?]: Romania

ARMOR:

((Seri made an uh-oh...totally didn't realize I wasn't in PM anymore >.<))

((It's okay, just make sure you send it to me. ))
Nevada. It was a cliche testing ground, but one that was still used nonetheless. Here was where they would showcase the power of the machines he had worked so hard to build. Looking at the recruits that would be in the heart of the machines he had to sigh and frown a little nervously. He was not much older than them. In fact, one was the same age. Even so, he would be prepared to show force if he had to.
"I want you all to listen up." He began, pacing some, the heels of his boots clicking against the floor. Sometimes he really hated formality, it always made him feel restrained. But if it was what the people up top wanted, then he would do it. "This is just a test run, and I want you to remember that. I have temporarily installed in each of your machines a screen that will tell you what the people back in Washington want you to do. You have each been paired with one, and I want you to do whatever they say short of killing yourselves." Pausing, he turned and came to an abrupt attention facing them all. "Understood?"

Kilyo saluted. She rolled her head on her neck, ready to get going. She hated that she would have to do whatever someone who was miles away said to but she didn't have a choice. She suddenly put on an idiotic grin. She was going to be piloting her own ARMOR. She was excited. She looked at the other pilots. She got up and started walking, heading towards her suit.

Jaden was shown to a confrence in Nevada. Her Big Brother was with her. The Irish secret service didnt want their property falling into the wrong hands of course. They were assigning her to be an ARMOR pilot. She had sent her information to the government in order to get it set up just for her. If the United States was going to keep good relations with Ireland, than they had to let her take part in it. Her highchool was notified that she may not be coming back. Her friends were told that she was going on a trip with her family that may take years before she could come back. She watched as the man walked back and forth talking about the project. There were mostly men in the room from what she could see. So she watched and waited for the lecture to be over in order to get into her own ARMOR. She was to report everything that was seen and heard through her eyes and ears to the Irish government. Of course the lecturor probably didnt know that she was there. Maybe there was other countries government people here as well. Shed have to wait and see.

She stopped and turned back to the conference room. "Hey Commander." Even though what she said was informal she saluted him like a good girl. "What happens if we end up disobeying whoever is telling us what to do?" Her romanian accent was thick, for all she's spent a total of 3 years there broken up into 3 month increments. Her reddish-brown eyes were twinkling, obviously saying she was just anxious to get into the cockpit of her ARMOR. She glanced back at the pilots for a second, noticing that there was actually another girl who looked like she might be her age. She looked back at the commander expectantly.

Leaf had his uniform jacket tied around his waist. Instead of saluting, he just gave Stuart Leaf's signature crooked smile and waived with two fingers. He was itching to get into his ARMOR. The thing looked almost like the planes the gov't had him flying. He couldn't wait to get integrated into the system. Plus, after sneaking into one of the generals' office and reading the classified information on the voices people hear, he was even more anxious. More voices to add to the many in my head....He thought.

Xavier's face remained impassive as he joined the line of pilots, choosing a spot on the end. Outwardly, he appeared to be one of the few pilots who wasn't itching to run over and hop into a suit. Instead he watched the pilots, measuring them up against the briefing he'd been given beforehand. It would appear that he was one of the few among them with actual military experience and looking at them now....the majority of them were fresh out of childhood. He wondered how many of them had been plucked from school or uprooted from their homelands, made to lie to friends and family alike in order to participate in this, the military's revolutionary little pet project.

His own experience had been far simpler. He acknowledged no homeland and claimed no family and few, if any, friends, though his lilting British accent was something that was harder to hide than his youthful follies. His records had been sealed all the way up until his time at the academy as a favor for agreeing to participate. With nothing but his name and rank to proceed him, Xavier had been given as close to a clean slate as any career military man could hope for.

As the commander approached their line, Xavier saluted, an action based more upon force of habit than any actual respect that he might or might not have borne for the man. It seemed that things would be beginning sooner rather than later. He let his gaze sweep over the line of pilots one last time before turning his full attention to Commander Jenkins. No one could save them now.

Taking notice of the eagerness coming from each pilot the Commander had to inwardly shudder just a little bit. This eagerness was how mistakes were made. He had seen it all too often, a soldier with all the proper requirements falling out as soon as they got out onto the field. At least one of them had the brains to go with that excitement, which was good considering she had been the one about to run out to the field without the full briefing.
"If you do not pay attention to what they say?" He repeated, rhetorically. "Then you'll find out about a second function those mechanical bugs in your heads have." It was a boast, and a rather good one if he did say so himself. There was nothing those machines were programmed to do outside of relay and report to certain networks in larger machines. Of course, they had not been told that, and the public knew nothing about it. All the better for keeping things in check.

"Let me guess, the chips blow up?" Leaf said, his grin becoming wider. "Cool, more risk, more potential." This may not make much sense to anyone else, but it made some sort no of sense in his mind. Then another thought crossed his mind. What would the public say when they found out one of the pilots' brains blew out?

Jaden watched as the man with the British accent asked one question. It then started a chain of questions along the line. What would happen if they did this? Let me guess this would happen. When the Commander came near her, she didnt salute like the others. She was never told to salute the commander. No. Instead her big brother saluted in her stead, the Irish way. She was listening to everything, taking in everything, learning it and filing it away in her mind for her to use if she needed to. It was all she could do for now. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and looked around again. Her green dress was moving a little as she did. She wondered if there were more people like her and the Romanian girl who had asked the question.

A frown marred otherwise handsome features when the commander answered the question that one of the more impertinent pilots had asked. Already trying to see what they can get away with. He shook his head. It would seem that some of them were still children at heart after all. And how many of them had ever seen a war, yet alone become a part of one?

Xavier's frown deepened as he watched the commander, noting each minute change in the man's expression as he spoke of 'the consequences of disobeying their orders.' Yes there were always consequences. However, while it was the military's way to keep their secrets to themselves, doling at as little information to their men as was humanly possible whilst still inspiring their loyalty, the way he trailed off led the skeptical Brit to ponder said consequences. On the one hand, it was highly unlikely, with the world now aware, in part, of what would be going on, that they would take kindly to finding a pilot with his brains splattered all over the cockpit of one of their machines. on the other hand, if there was one thing that the military excelled at over all other things, it was the execution of a perfect cover-up. It would seem that he would have to be mindful of his orders...for the time being.

((Sorry meant to say romanian girl but got caught up on british cuz of Da Vinci code.))

((No worries, though feel free to talk our good ole British frowny face if you want. Jaden's energy and enthusiasm will likely annoy the tar out of him, but I imagine it'd probably be good for him on some level. ))

((Heheheh well see, he might like her if she does that after a while, you know?))

((You never can tell...and now I'm going to stop being all OOC before Fidelis decides to gut my like a feesh))

((I heard mention of fish-gutting. Wot? Does there need to be an OC thread Hmmm? ))

((If you want to make one i guess))

((Time for me to butt in. Just to let you know, I never end up using the OCC threads. Heck, I barely know what they are. And can we get back to the RP?))

AlrightAlright ))
"Something like that." Was the cool reply given to a response Commander Jenkins was sure must be some kind of jest. He had been warned that some of those here were a little unstable. Perhaps the only ones he trusted in the room so far were those from the former United Kingdom. Though the Irish one was really just a girl, and for now he could accept the fact that she was not going to salute him.
He masked his lapse in memory about what he was supposed to brief them on next by glancing at the line. That's right. Now he remembered. "Before you go out there, I'd like you each to change into your designated pseudo-armors that you will be wearing while inside the cockpit. While I've been assured that fine American ingenuity has built them up as securely as possible...Well, I think you get the idea. Once you have done that I will meet you in the hangar for further instructions. You have fifteen minutes. Until then you are dismissed."

The Irish girl looked straight ahead like she was taught by the military. Her big brother looked down at her and smiled. The man looked like he was smiling but most military men didnt smile. When they were dismissed from where they were standing he looked down at the statuesque girl. "Jaden you have been dismissed. Go relax and we meet in 10 minutes where our your ARMOR is. Understand?" The girl looked at him. "Yes sir. I will be at the training area if anyone needs me until then." The man just shook her head as if he didnt understand why, when he said rest, she went to train. She walked away. Once out of sight of her brother, she ran through the crowd towards the training area. Once there, she took out her gun and placed it on the shooting range counter. She took the headphones from the divider and put them on her ears. Once done, she took the gun and pressed a button in the station. The targets appeared and disappeared at random, quickly. For every single one ((There were 20 in this set)) she shot one bullet towards them. Every single target was either hit in the head or the heart, depending of course. Only one failed and happened to be in the shoulder. This was one of th emiddle ones.

Leaf had already gotten into his pseudo-armor, ready to go when given the order. He was next to his ARMOR's leg, ripping things out and replacing them with other things. "Wow, whoever built this thing was a moron." He said to himself, practically attacking the thing with a wrench. With all the parts that were flying everywhere, a commanding officer couldn't even get close.

American ingenuity. Though Xavier kept his expression carefully schooled into a stony neutrality, he chuckled inwardly at the barb. Yes, well, he imagined that this time around there wouldn't be any reports of faulty equipment. There was too much riding on this for any mistakes to have been overlooked.

Giving the man another automatic salute before falling out of line, Xavier began the trek back to the building to change into his pseudo-armor. Of course, the lack of people doing the same was a tad bit discouraging, but he was not in charge here and thus had no intention of ensuring that the others obeyed their orders in a timely fashion. Regardless he had to wonder, how had the pilots been chosen? With so little experience amongst their talent, what did they hope to achieve?

Shaking his head, he ducked inside what appeared to be a locker room. They had a few moments, but it was best to remain ahead of the others for the time being, so that he might continue to watch them. Thus, in the interest of time, he made quick work tugging off his uniform; boots, shirt (the buttons undone with speed and efficiency), pants, each article of clothing found itself being folded neatly and set in a pile on the bench after it had been removed. His task completed, he headed in the general direction of the hangar.

Xavier flexed his arms, marveling at the pseudo-armors snug fit. It was much like wearing a glove over the entirety of one's body, fine-tailored to respond to the slightest movement as, no doubt, the machines themselves would be...there would be no restriction of movement to be had with these things. Excellent. Reaching for his folded uniform, Xavier fished the key to his designated locker out of his left pocket. A satisfying click announced that he'd found the proper key and he set his uniform in the locker for safe keeping. There would be no needing it for the time being.

It only took a few minutes to finish up what the Irish military had taught her. Always get a couple rounds off during the day when you can. She had to do it now when she had time so that she could get it done and over with. In the next coming days she might not be able to do what she had been trained to do, and would have to learn how to pilot the ARMOR. She took the gun and put it in her holster.

The locker rooms werent too far away so she went over to them and found the one that had her name on it. Inside was a suit that looked like it had technology all over it. She took of her dress and put it in the locker in place of the suit. She slipped the suit on and slowly zipped it up from the back. There was a pair of boots that went with it and also a pair of gloves. She took a key out of her pocket and closed the locker until it clicked. She tried the key inside of it and it worked. Great... now that i know that lets be early.

There was too many people in the locker room for her taste so she just exited quickly, almost dance like and looked around for her big brother. "I must be really really early." She looked and saw her big brother waiting for her at the one place they had to go. She didnt just walk up to him. No she had to dance towards him with all the energy she had coursing through her name

The Commander himself walked farther into the main building, heading towards the remote headquarters room. If they weren't going to follow his orders, that was fine. They were within his command and he could make their life hell for quite some time. But that would happen later, after the test.
"Any news from Washington?" He asked after the blast proof doors had been secured again upon his entrance. Inside the room was a beehive of personnel. Some were remote pilots for planes that would be acting as targets for those in the mechs. Others were simply monitoring other activities that he had no part of. What most concerned him was a young engineer who had been pulled from duty to play media monitor.
"Sir, so far they've just reported about what the project is. Limited intel, as you've requested." The young man stated, looking back at him. "They've shown the remoters as well. Seems like they're looking forward to this display. 'Fireworks' as they put it."
This brought a slight smile to the face of Commander Jenkins. Fireworks was just what they needed to get this project started and he would be sure to pass it on. "You let them know it will be as bright as Independence Day."