Futuristic 𝐠 𝐚 𝐮 𝐠 𝐞

[Lunar]

gauge

commence

location

A.N.S G-Class Unit Training Center (G.U.T)

Time

0600 - Clear Skies

The morning is quiet, well quiet for city standards... for the standards of the new world. Sirens could usually be heard constantly throughout the city, though on this particular morning it seemed that all emergencies slowed to an almost normal frequency. The city in question, UNC-21, is located just off the coast of what used to be New York, which is now an industrial wasteland known as The Factory. The Old City was demolished by an Anomaly many years ago; During the first attacks, when humans were defenseless to this new enemy. It has since been converted into strings of powerplants, assembly lines, and many other industrial contraptions all to form one massive factory. This factory is used to mass-produce new technology and equipment to fight against humanity's overbearing new enemy, the Anomalies.

A.N.S, the corporation dead-set on defeating the Anomalies, has created a giant training center on the far eastern side of UNC-21. This cloud-breaking tower overshadows the city on one side and overlooks the ocean on the other. The building itself, the G-Class Unit Training Center, is made of sleek grey metal. The sides of the building are solid at the base and windows only start appearing on the building from around the 50th floor and upward.

At around the 80th floor rests a large balcony. Along the edges of the balcony are columns that rise up to meet a roof that is a symmetrical copy of the floor. A man leans forward against the parapets, he is playing with a lit cigarette, rolling it between his fingers. The smoke rises up, passing by his silver hair, and fades into the air. The sliding door behind him opens and someone steps out to join him.

"We're gathering the new recruits. They will be ready for their reception briefing shortly. Colonel Richards is already waiting for you downstairs, Seid."

The man, now recognized as Seid, takes one last puff from his cigarette and then lets it drop into the abyss of buildings and lights below. He then spins on his heel and walks past the woman that just spoke, she gulps and adjusts her glasses before following him inside.

70 Floors below, specifically the 10th floor, is a large open Banquet Hall. The floors are perfectly waxed and subtle reflections can be seen through their dark gray coloring. Tables are lined up on each side of a long narrow walkway that leads to a stage with a tall podium in the center. The emblem for the G.U.T Center is engraved into the matte black podium; It is a globe that has gear-like protrusions along the perimeter of it. There are many people in dark gray uniforms conversing around most of the tables, though it seems that they are too nervous to sit towards the front, near the stage. On the two empty tables closest to the stage is a laminated paper that reads "RESERVED FOR GAUGE INITIATES". This must be why none of the other soldiers dare to meddle with or sit at them.

After a long while of chatter amongst everyone in the hall, the doors at the opposite end of the stage open up and the initiates begin to walk through...

code by @Nano

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[Vexumin]

Torren Aldgale

Torren pulled at the collar of his uniform, standing outside the banquet hall. He peeked inside a little, looking around. He hadn't been expecting anything so extravagant, if that was an appropriate word for it. Nonetheless, he readies himself for what lied ahead. What did bother him a little though was all of the people. Truly the room was packed with soldiers. Soldiers he was likely going to have to heal one day, if he was lucky enough to serve them. If he was thankful for anything, it's the mask that covers his face. It is sleek, black colored and made with breathable materials. He was able to have it made as equipment to suit his bio-enhancement, but really it was just to hide himself. He knew that people really didn't need to see his face. Not even a little. What the simple helmet-like mask could not hide though were the scars that ran down his neck from the helmet and down to his chest.

He leans again to peek through the doors before they are suddenly opened with him standing right before them. As to try not to embarrass himself, he straightens his posture and walks on as if he wasn't just looking through the door like a curious child. Another benefit for his mask was to hide the redness of his face. He walks across the hall, looking around, observing faces, learning who these people were if he could. He could see some of the odd looks he got all around. In the end he looked a bit odd. A man who didn't show his face always had something to hide. He felt there might be distrust at first, but he would work on that. 'Take things one step at a time,' Torren thinks for a moment.

He arrives at the table and looks over the paper labeling it. "RESERVED FOR GAUGE INITIATES," it said, Torren speaking the words as he read them. He nods his head, that is him. As well as everyone else that was with him near the table. He takes a seat and rolls his shoulders a little. Thing are about to take a turn towards the interesting.​

 

[OrganicUFO]

Maude Fenhill (WSS-12)
WITH Vexumin

It had been a long morning for Maude. She had been forced out of bed earlier than normal as she had an appointment to check on her robotic limbs. The entire process had left her annoyed and exhausted, however, she had work to do. Today was a very big day. She would finally be entering into her Gauge unit. She'd trained day in and day out, working tirelessly to get the position, so she wouldn't let the bags under her eyes stop her.

As she walks to the doors of the banquet hall, she can't help but feel a touch nervous. New faces, new people, new routines, all things Maude hated dealing with. Her uniform was hugging her in a way she wasn't used to, and she already longed for the old one, or some pajamas. At the very least, her arms were feeling more nimble, and the checkup had done her some good, so things could be worse. Finally, with a deep breath Maude enters the banquet. She looks at the elaborate decoration and masses of people, scanning for any exits as she moves. Her fingers twitch against her sides, and her eyes dart as she looks for her place. Finally she finds it, a table with the words RESERVED FOR GAUGE INITIATES, and to her surprise she is not the first one present. She sees a man, face covered in a mask sitting. She supposes he must be a new colleague. Maude sits down, leaving a chair between them.
"Hey." she begins, looking at him, her long white hair brushing against her cheek as she tilts her head, "My name's Maude. Guess we're a team now." she says, extending a metal arm out.

 

[Vexumin]

Torren Aldgale

Torren fidgets as he is spoken to by the second to arrive at the table. He looks around, making sure that there wasn't someone else that had arrived at the table. He was surprised, to say the least, that someone had already tried talking with him. Quite the record if he thinks about it. Often takes some warming up for others to get used to his unnatural appearance. He turns to look more closely at the woman that had engaged him with a greeting. She seemed young to him. In her twenties maybe? He wouldn't dare say anything about it. Not exactly a polite subject to mention. Besides, to some people, age is not a dependent factor towards whether you'll do good in the field or not.

Torren just kind of looked at her for a few seconds, not so much staring as just having his face directed towards her. Before long, he reaches forward, casually wrapping a hand around her mechanical one. He unconsciously turned her hand a little to get a better look at it before he catches himself in the act. "Oh! 'Pologies for that. Always interested in mechanized prosthetics. Well made piece." Tor rubs at the back of his head. "My name's Torren, though people just call me Tor. Pleasure to meet you, miss."

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[Parrot Parfait]

Tin "Tin-Man" Cho
“Crap, crap, crap, crap,” Tin continued to repeat as he rushed through the stairwell door to reach the banquet hall. Despite three alarms, Tin somehow managed to sleep through them all. Then again, he did voluntarily stay up past midnight helping an instructor move boxes. Regardless of his helpful behaviour, however, it was currently 6:00 AM, and he was going to be late.

Tin rushed up the stairwell, but when merely going 5 steps at a time wasn’t fast enough, Tin opted to bounce off the walls with the help of his bio-implements. Within half a minute, he finally reached the 10th floor, bursting through the door and sprinting across the hallway towards the banquet hall. Upon arriving at the doors, he skidded to a stop, making smear marks on the floor. Tin quietly walked through the door and looked around for a seat, ignoring the fact that he might have made a scene. After noticing the “RESERVED FOR GAUGE INITIATES” and the people seated around the table, he sheepishly walked towards the table while giving small friendly waves towards the people around them.

When Tin reached the table, he locked his attention to the people sitting around him, softly but cheerfully announcing, “Hiya there. Sorry for being late. I’m Tin,” as he began sitting down on the chair. “What’s your guy’s name?”​

 

[Lunar]

gauge

[ prolouge ]

location

A.N.S G-Class Unit Training Center (G.U.T)

Time

0600 - Clear Skies

Several soldiers whisper to each other as they watch the initiates take their seats. "He's late! Who cares if it's only by a few minutes, he'll never make it..." One gossips, "Who is she? What a hottie! I wonder if I can get her numbe--" Another one attempts to say before he's cut off by a decisive karate chop. "Pig!" The karate chopper hisses as she puffs out her cheeks and crosses her arms. The room begins to chat a tad bit quieter when the overhead lights dim, aside from the stage lights.

After a little while, a few people in dress uniforms enter stage left and take their respective seats on both sides of the podium. Following right after the group gets situated, a tall man walks from stage right and makes his stop at the podium, all of his movements sharp and precise. The room immediately snaps to attention, standing out of their seats and straightening their arms against their body. "At ease." Commands the man. He is tall, not freakishly but tall enough to have a head over most everyone else in the room. His face is rugged and a scar runs across his right cheek. Slight stubble protrudes from the bottom of his chin and he sports very pronounced cheekbones with sideburns to match. The medium-length hair he has is slicked back with a few rouge strands popping out to curl towards his forehead and is jet black with light shades of gray.

"Good morning soldiers. As you might already know, I am Colonel Richards, and for those of your who don't know who I am, I am the Commander of the G.U.T center. I welcome you to our Corp. Tomorrow you will be entering the first day of your career with us at A.N.S, but for others..." He glances down at the initiates. "...it will be another day here and will mark the second phase of your training." The Colonel clears his throat before continuing. "Congratulations on making it through your training and..." He trails off and glances down, flipping through several pages. He squints down at the paper and continues slowly, each of his words trailing out a bit. "...and sacrificing... your... personal freedoms for... the... for the common good." After a few moments of flipping through pages, he glares over to Seid who is out of view behind a curtain. "Damn scripts." He mutters. "Ahem. Aut Facere." Richards shouts out at the crowd. "Morere" The crowd gives a sharp salute and shouts back. "Alright, everyone enjoy your days and get to know one another, it's gonna be busy from now on. Once you're done for the day head to the 13th floor and where you will be assigned barracks. For the Initiates... you will meet me on the fiftieth floor once you're done here." The Colonel says as he dismisses himself. Once he has exited the room, the group that sat behind him stands and walks off stage to mingle with the crowd.

code by @Nano

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