Sidebar
Ibrahim
Description
A retired triathlete, Ibrahimm's patience and honesty have made him a valued mentor to many aspiring competitors.
Stats
- Name: Ibrahim
- Age: 48
- Specialty: Robotics Engineer
- Power….: 10
- Agility..: 1
- Endurance: 20
Manual
A retired triathlete, Ibrahim believes in a sharp mind and body. Probably the best designer of HAR's, he has under his belt the design of the Jaguar, Mantis, and Omega 'bots. The Jaguar is his most famous, since the Mantis and Omega are mostly used for exploration of hostile environments (EHE) missions. Ibrahim is considered a mentor by many of the pilots, as he is always seen in the docking bays making sure “his babies” are being taken care of. Ganymede will no doubt give him more influence over new designs, and though he craves the position he still wants to design the future 'bots. He cares little for the inner politics of WAR, but simply loves the machines.
His knowledge of the internal workings of the HARs makes him a favorite to win. He often will take a few hits and then return fire with incredible accuracy.
VS
 | The experiment your father worked on should have never started. | What experiments? Tell me! |  |
| | You are in for a humiliating loss. | Or at least I will cause one. |  |
| | Between my skill and choice of robot, I cannot lose! | Having the skill to build a weapon doesn't give you skill to use it. |  |
| | Your mother was an innocent victim. | She should have never been on that shuttle… |  |
| | You can no longer be a neutral party to what is happening here. | The tests will go on opposed or not. |  |
| | Intelligence is a gift, but wisdom is earned. | Perhaps but my intelligence will give me victory. |  |
| | Two guys walk into a bar… | …It left a big bar-mark on their heads. | |
| | Why is there nothing of you in the interpol records? | You will find no record of me anywhere. |  |
| | You face some difficult decisions in the future, my friend. | What would you care? |  |
| | Kreissack knows of your plans. Win or lose, you should run. | And you are targeted also, fellow rebel. |  |
| | What robot is this? I have never seen it! | Here is what the experiments produced! I am reborn a machine! |  |
Ending 1
You awaken in your own body. For a few moments, you come down from the adrenaline high you've experienced. Your body seems so frail now. The team is already celebrating, and you welcome their congratulations.
The time to party is short-lived. Your mind takes in the last few hours events and the knowledge that an entire moon is now yours to command.
“Wait a sec!” comes a panicking voice from a vidmonitor. “Everyone! Listen!” he turns up the volume and everyone in the room is quiet.
“…was found dead today. We repeat, Hans Kreissack's body was found at 18:00 hours tonight in a garbage bin outside the Nova labratories.”
Everyone is holding their breath as the news reporter continues. “We have been handled this notice that was to be read when Kreissack won the fight tonight. It reads:”
“Notice to all humans: A new day has begun! Nova, a project started by WAR., will give new life! This process can take a human brain and place it inside a robotic body.”
“What you saw tonight was me, Hans Kreissack, directly connected to a new form of H.A.R. The human race will now see its ultimate evolution!”
The announcer lays down the digipad containing the message. “Tragically, all the scientists close to the project have been killed in a fire which broke out shortly after the last match tonight. All records of the Nova project were destroyed.”
“In other news…”
A crew member switches the display off. “Well, looks like we'll be lookin' for a new boss now…”
Ending 2
Nova… amazing…
You remember the feeling as that monster of a robot appeared opposite you. Still amazed that you were able to overcome something so powerful, you sit through the endless meetings and hearings in a daze.
“Mr. Jihad. Is that all right?” you realize that someone who have been talking to you for the last fifteen minutes expects a reply…
“Certainly… James, is it? Yes… whatever… I'm sorry, but you gentlemen will have to excuse me…”
You leave, ignoring the protests from the WAR board of directors. Their squabble over who will be the next king of the hill does little more than annoy you.
“How can I build that robot?” You say out loud. You enter your office and immediately begin scribbling notes on the metals you noticed during the fight. The placement of the arms… The probable micromotors in the hands…
The Nova robot you design will one day take it's place in WAR's ever increasing arsenal of robots. Though the model you design will never hold an actual human brain, the Nova will soon become the most formidable 'bot in the catalog…
…And Ganymede is where production will start…
Ending 3
The plans are forming as you fly towards the moon.
No doubt about it, the moon will work perfectly.
Site:
