An afternoon of silence.

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Posted 09 September 2004 - 07:28 PM

A soft, churning hum saturated the air surrounding Knight Owl, reverberated off the slick, frigid metal he had so far scaled. This droning coupled with the light scraping of talons on titanium walls must have been entirely inaudible from the ground below him, offering a subtle reminder at the height to which he'd climbed. He continued with his task, not out of nervousness, but merely a need to get on with other duties.
He plodded onward and upward, keeping a mindful grasp on the opti-reader. The soft tug of the magnetic boots he'd rigged for vertical climbing reassured him of his own safety, but from that height, anything else that fell would be shattered. A few more relay nodes on this circuit, then he could move onto calibrating the suspensors...
His thoughts usually drifted during these mundane times of routine and duty--always keenly aware of his work, but his concetration could be slackened some due to the familiarity of the tasks he performed. As head technician of the complex, he was solely responsible for maintenance. And he knew every access panel and service port like he knew his own skin. He thought of the duty roster, and the progress he hadn't made today. Today was unlike other days. He hadn't really begun work until after the midday meal, and it was only the realization that he'd have to cram the rest of the day into precious few hours that got him moving.
'Oh well,' he thought. 'So this will be the first time that only half the jobs are done. I'll have only myself to answer to, and I'll just have to catch up next time.' He chalked it all up to restlessness, which would be easily dispelled by a rigorous workout in the training halls. He decided to stop by there and join the third teams sparring exercises.
Ox's voice resounded from the floor below. "Owl! Have you got time to look at something for me?"
Rather than attempt a correspondence through shouts, and not wanting to trek down the wall in his boots and keep Ox waiting, Knight Owl disengaged the servos and floated down manually to talk to Ox.
"Several beasts have been complaining about hyperactivity of the mind during their RIC sleeps. Since it's probably a neural regulator malfunction, I figured either you or Mole could handle it."
Ox proffered a diagnostics slate, and Owl wordlessly took it. "Figured you'd be done inspecting the relays."
'Of course, and it's only fair,' Owl thought with a grin. 'One's obligations don't comply to One's desire to drag their feet.'

Edited by Viperfish, 10 September 2004 - 02:15 PM.

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Posted 11 September 2004 - 04:25 PM

A thorough inspection of seven of the twelve "bunks" in corridor four-their sleep chambers were not designed for comfort, hence the sarcastic euphemism-revealed that the problem was indeed isolated to the brainwave regulators. Owl sighed. While not known for mechanical failures, the needly crowns which attached to the head of each chamber were nevertheless difficult to reset, owing to the precise calibrations needed for the inhibitors and pulse inducers. Each had to be perfectly in synch with the individuals' own subconscious neural patterns, to effectively administer timely electro-chemical pulses which allowed for perfect REM sleep and the maximum amount of rest in the shortest amount of time. Also, because of the need to practically crawl into the chamber personally to work on the regulators, Owl dreaded having to service these machines. He should have sent Mole. But of course, the problem needed to be fixed immediately, and Mole wouldn't be back until he had completed the short patrol with today's watch. If Owl hadn't repeatedly demonstrated his ability to correctly repair these devices without knowledge of neural medicine, he would have shoved the problem onto Tapir. He was the resident doctor, and had books full of all the beasts' neural readouts, printed on slipscreens.
Heaving himself out of chamber twelve, Owl wiped his brow,slipped his opti-fiber and photon beam tools back into catch pockets in his armor, and then arched his upper half backwards and twisted his head around to relieve the stiffness he had gained due to the strained positions he had been forced into.
Regaining his posture, Owl was suddenly set upon by hunger. 'I suppose climbing the walls to do the relays and then those blasted chambers sort of wiped me out.'
Of course, if he tapped the closest C-station, and then sped to the rec halls, he'd still only have time for a few agility exercises and maybe, if he was lucky, he could find someone to spar with. Ox had left him almost as soon as they approached the fourth corridor. He would have been a decent partner, but a bit lacking in the qualities Owl had had a hunger to test. He hadn't engaged in a good air brawl in a long time. Earlier he felt he could take on the Colonel, or Hawk, or Rooster, or Crow, at the least. Now he would be lax to assault even Duck.
He had downed a sac of fruit mash and rodent entrails that he'd plucked from the commissary station, and was almost in sight of the rec halls. His knuckles, as they always did before times of rigor and action, involuntarily tightened...

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Posted 01 October 2004 - 12:14 PM

THIS IS JUST ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF YOUR GIFTED WRITING STYLE! I FORGOT TO ADD THAT I LOVE THE USE OF TRAINING ROOMS IN YOUR STORY!

- JEREMY

Edited by Eyeofthebeast80s, 06 October 2004 - 10:09 AM.

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Posted 05 October 2004 - 02:02 PM

Laboring under its own weight along an uneven track, the shield door wrenched itself open with a grinding screech that told of its many years of abuse. Each opening was punctuated by jumps and stops as a result of the dented glide track. Knight Owl stepped through the doorway, stopping to brush his fingers over the scarred and blackened inner door. A grim smile cracked open along his beak. That door, much like these soldiers...
He looked up to absorb the scene in front of him. Already engaged in an open brawl was a motley crew of 'heavy hitters', exchanging slashes and blows. Several balls of smoldering flame and puddles of water interspersed along the floor revealed that the combatants had begun with an energy volley, but they seemed to have discarded that for a more personal round of weapons sparring. Knight Owl watched as Crowmax narrowly evaded a swipe from Pit Bull's battle axe, taking to the air with a powerful downbeat of his wings. Bull bounded after him in chase, leaping almost high enough to catch his foot, before Crow ascended further.
Meanwhile, the crushing blows from Polar Bear's battler were expertly diverted by Octopus's multi-limbed manipulation of his anchor. Knight Owl marked the speed with which Polar Bear fought, considering his size and the cumbersome weapon he possessed. Octopus was only barely able to defend himself using all four of his arms. Polar Bear would press an attack from the left, and Octopus would be forced to brace himself behind his counter, using first left arm and second right arm, while employing his first right arm to send the butt of the pole-anchor colliding against the left side of Polar's head. Many more attacks and counters were too fast for Owl to follow, with Octopus's multitude of arms weaving in and out.
Owl noticed that he made an odd addition to this group, though he couldn't help but notice that Crow had an obvious advantage over his sparring partner, an advantage he wouldn't have over Owl. Owl bided his time, waiting for the right moment to enter the fray.
Crow had now swooped down on Pit Bull, meeting the swinging battle axe with a downward swipe from his own scythe. At impact, he kicked out his right leg and caught Pit Bull in the chest. Owl took the initiative--Crow would be momentarily distracted trying to regain his balance.
He lifted off with one leg, gaining as much speed as he could through the strokes of his wings. Owl activated his micro-plated retractable saber, and the weapon formed in his hand. He was going to slam right into Crow at this trajectory...
Crow barely noticed him in time. Contact was unavoidable, but he could pivot on his right foot and lift into the air to allow Owl's momentum to carry him back toward the wall. He raised his scythe defensively, and the two avians collided roughly. Owl hit him with more force then he expected, and Crow grunted as he was forced into the wall. "Nice of you to join us..." he growled through gritted teeth...

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Posted 07 October 2004 - 09:32 AM

One of your characters in this story is pitbull. Did you mean bullorn, or bowdog, or dogfighter?

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Posted 07 October 2004 - 10:33 AM

Good question. In my stories, I use both English and Japanese names. I suppose I mean Bowdog (Danger Dog #21 in English), but on the list I was referencing, he's listed as Bull Dog. Bludgeonly Bulldog is correctly listed as Bullorn, and Pointer is called Dog Hunter. I have a couple of pit bulls for pets, and the figure Bowdog really kind of resembles them, except his head and snout should be a little bigger.

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