Vega Needs Zoidtime [Open]

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Vega's bummed out by being treated like a kid, true, but the worst of it is the general atmosphere on the ship is pretty grim. Vega can do grim, but... this is just depressing. He doesn't even really understand what happened, he hasn't really asked. It's probably something miserable, so he's okay with not knowing the gory details.

But this kind of sucks, so he's turning to the sensoriums to cheer him up.

His footsteps echo on the floor of the empty hangar as he heads toward the berth at the end. A pair of slitted red optics light up as he approaches, a hulked figure of black body metal and pale armor shifts a little. The Berserk Fury. His Zoid. Forty feet tall at its full height, 127 tons of tyrannosaur-shaped warmachine.

"Hey, buddy."

The Zoid responds with a low, bass rumbling noise but does not move otherwise. Vega walks up to it, placing a hand to its lowered snout and sweeping it across the metal.

He misses the Fury. He really hopes that the ship's got it here for real, too, but pretend helps a little bit.
He plans on taking it out to fight.

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[venominsilicon.livejournal.com]

It's a different presence than Gauron's ever felt from a machine before, but not one that's completely unfamiliar to him - cold, calculating, and predatory are among the things Gauron specializes in, as good a job as he's doing of hiding it at the moment. "I'd like to see it in action, if you don't mind." His smile is actually friendly. "You never did get around to showing me what it's capable of, the last time I asked."

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Vega nods. "Sure! I was just going to take him out and practice. I really miss getting to do that." He's always been annoyed by practice to some degree, he's usually not allowed to go all out and it's not as much fun. But after a month or so without regular sessions like he's used to, he really misses it.

"Fury?"

The Zoid's cockpit opens and Vega scrambles up into it in a practiced maneuver. The Zoid rises to its feet, looming over the rest of the empty hangar. It moves its limbs experimentally, shifting its weight on its legs, swinging its tail a little, flexing its hand claws. Vega can feel the Zoid's anticipation, like a current of tense energy under his hands and feet on the controls. This isn't the real Fury, but it's so close to real it may as well be.

"Doors, please," says Vega, his voice carrying out from the Fury's external speakers. One of the huge hangar doors rolls upward, spilling desert sunlight across the concrete floor. Vega doesn't have to direct it, the Fury's eager for this and heads out on its own.

[venominsilicon.livejournal.com]

Gauron watches the boot-up sequence and pre-launch checks, watching how the machine moves; maybe, in Vega's world, the development of the Berserk Fury's design - wide-bodied and long, with a wide stance and substantial counterweights on either side of it - had evolved as a solution to the problems of balancing a two-legged war machine that had been dealt with more neatly but less straightforwardly in Gauron's.

As Vega moves out, Gauron pulls up his own mech, not even actually bothering to climb up - just making a little shift in the programming so the machine's there, he's in its cockpit, and he's skipped the boot-up sequence so he can follow a little more quickly - the Berserk Fury has a surprising turn of speed on it.

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

The Fury turns slowly, casually, not bothering to use its jets. Vega's not fighting yet so he's not putting any strain on the Zoid until he needs it.

"Whoah, what's that?" he asks Gauron, keying into the communication systems.

They're in the Sensoriums, and because Vega (being a kid) assumes it will work and the simulation is being mostly pulled from his mind, it has to work, right?

[venominsilicon.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it works. "It's a Codarl Plan-1056 - an extremely powerful and agile experimental mecha type from my world." Usually, the agility is enough to win any battle - but in the few instances where it's not, or he gets careless, the thing is equipped a prototypical weapon that makes the phrase "deus ex machina" seem a hell of a lot more literal. "So what kind of opponents do you usually take yours up against?"