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Maxim said
Just made a post. Seems kinda suicidal to go in front of your meat shield, but I'm gonna try to trust Kad on this one....I really hope I don't regret this. :P


The idea is to get a clear unblocked shot, then move quickly behind Gryff as Gryff moves in front to protect you.
Murd turned to Raen. "How about you silence that dribbling shithole of yours. You've already demonstrated the tactical aptitude of a particularly deformed turnip and your current 'orders' reek of cowardice." The Minotaur replied without any trace of sarcasm his voice dripping with enough contempt to eat a hole through the floor. Gryff meanwhile was moving up to point.

Gryff looked at Murd meaningfully. Should Raen encounter some sort of accident it wouldn't be beyond Murd to help it along it seemed. Gryff chuckled as it occured to him that he would not particularly object either. Let the loud-mouthed idiot die. "Hey Grem." Gryff said. "Keep up front near me where you have a clear shot. You can then move fast enough to get behind me. Aslo you know where best to put yourself. Murd cover the rear. We know for a fact there were nasties in that room and I want someone who can actually take a hit at the rear. Florence, if you can help cover Murd's back. Trom, you cover with me and Grem, Nyla if you can stick near the centre so you can reinforce whoever needs it most?"

Gryff and Murd took their respective positions in Gryffs plan. The notable omission of Raen from the series of orders both deliberate and meaningful.
Name: Hiro Tsung
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Appearance:

History Type:
Oriental Occultist: Your character comes from the oriental area of the globe, a place of occults and insane asylum nutcases heavily affected by radiation. Your character is no stranger to radiation, in fact, and finds that it doesn't bother him save in lethal doses, which are higher in order to affect him in the first place. He also has a higher resistance to being infected by the various diseases and viruses floating around.
(Immunity to radiation poisoning’s symptoms and effects until it becomes lethal, it takes more radiation to reach the lethal limit, greater chance of resisting diseases and viruses of all kinds.)

Biography: Hiro was born in the Liaoning province. A poorly and unhealthy child that just seemed intent to keep going. Unlike many there is no tragic tale to Hiro, even to this day his parents, and grandparents and even one of his great grandparents were still alive, at least as of the time he decided to leave but we're getting ahead of ourselves here. Hiro was a sickly boy and grew slowly so his mother told him. Even so he had an aptitude for machines and a taste for old western films one or two of which his parents even managed to get on something called a VHS.

But as Hiro grew up his poor sickly childhood matured into a strong level headed young man. Hiro trained and became one of the guards of the community he was born in, a community he is loathe to reveal anything about lest it lead raiders to wonder what might become of an apparently prosperous community? But the truth is there was simply nothing worth mentioning. With cultists and mutants and all other unsavoury elements overrunning the country Hiro booked passage for himself and his robot companion on a ship bound for the mysterious and exotic United States to see the land of the whites. Though he tried to convince his family to go with him they were loathe to leave the lands of their birth unlike he.

Technical Information: This information is your character’s skill sets and inventory.


Career Path:
Pilot: The pilot is someone who has specialized themselves towards vehicles in general, ranging from aircraft to mechs to jeeps and tanks, they also tend to pick up mechanical skills and have the tendency to understand foreign technologies quicker than anyone else. As a benefit, they can also pass this knowledge onto others who might better benefit from certain technologies than the pilot would.

Pilots start with a small mech and simplistic personal equipment. They replace Civilian Clothing with a Mechanical Jumpsuit that offers them all the tools they need to do small time repairs in their mech in their pouches. This jumpsuit also protects them from certain elements, such as acid, but loses its stealth enhancing qualities. They also replace the First Aid Kit with a Technical Kit--they can use this to do more extreme repairs, and to analyze foreign and outright alien technology to unlock its secrets for the squad... Or for themselves.

Pilots can equip any unlocked modifications for their mech outside of a mission, but further slots are only unlocked through missions themselves, such as in analyzing enemy technology with the Technician’s Kit or bringing back scavenge for the Council to examine.

Mech:

Designation: Dōngfāng jiàn
Size: Small.
Occupants: One.
General Description:

Equipment:






Inventory: Your character’s inventory. You may add as many miscellaneous items as you wish, within reason. There are some things added here already: You get to keep these unless they’re replaced by a different item based on your career path. (ex: Pilots would replace Medkit with Technician Kit.)









Technology Marches On: All pilots are now equipped with a pair of nanotech gloves which have wireless technology. State of the art, these gloves allow them to attempt to hijack the controls of an opposing mech at short range, and grant them access to a small, mechanized companion. This can be anything from a small aerial gun drone to a robotic puppy. Their "companion" has two ability slots and so long as there is no interference in the gloves, will obey every command given to them.

The gloves are also quite hardy and thick to protect the nanotechnology, however, they aren't indestructible. Given that you will typically be wearing these gloves however, if they are damaged, it should be noted that the amount of force or heat to damage them will likely completely wreck the user's hand. So it's only a small concern, so long as the technology isn't hit with an electromagnetic pulse or other similar device-ruining weapon.

Companion:
Johnny 5

Standard Scanning Package
Narrow Beam Laser

Signature: To agree to the rules, Kadaeux. This is just to verify that you understand, and agree to the fact, that I can kill your character without your permission. Playing smart and working in a team lowers your death odds, but even then... There’s always the chance your character won’t make it to the end.
GreenGoat said
I still have no idea whats going on in the pic besides the lightsaber thing.


He couldn't open a jar and resorted to the most manly method of jar opening known.

Swords.
For anyone with doubts. This is a rough image of the orders Brucey passed out for placement.

GreenGoat said
It did?Well looks like I'd have to go horseless then. :C


So you'll either become

A: The Headless Horseman or
B: The Horseless Headman.

:p
Imperium

"Tch. And here I thought you were mercenaries. Not thugs and corpse-pickers." Raen said coldly, his words aimed at Murderok and his four-legged friend.

Murd and Gryff looked at the half-draconian with something that might have been approximated as contempt. "We're Mercenaries. Not morons. But hey, if you want a rusty ten thousand year old blade be free to go back to the armoury, but in case your lizard-fucking brain is too small to grasp big words. Mercenaries work for COINS and people drop coins in halls, not armouries." Gryff replied.

Murd meanwhile was investigating the room. It wasn't an ideal fighting ground, especially not for people as large as he and Gryff were. Indeed being underground still made him royally uncomfortable as he prepared for battle.

"Everyone, get back! Don't be caught in the open, and DO NOT separate!" Raen roared, his Draconic heritage becoming more apparent as his voice picked up a primal thunder in its notes.

"Shut the fuck up you peurile maggot." Murd snapped, "Do not bunch up despite what this maggot vomits out of his mouth-hole. If it IS giant spiders you don't want to be in a position where they can splooge their sticky crap all over multiple people."

Gryff nodded. "Keep at least six feet separation if possible, and pay attention to where everybody is, we don't need someone getting impaled unexpectedly, at least not this far from a brothel." He chuckled. "And keep one eye on the ceiling." He added unecessarily.

He suddenly paused. "You know, Centaurs are not the only 'taur' species or similar.... i've heard of half spider half men. Driders... be prepared for more than pincers and venom. As Florence said, that's an awefully nice possible archers balcony up there."

"I don't suppose you have the key?" Aslo offered from the centre of the chamber.

Murd shuddered with a grin. "Does Minotaur count as a key?" He asked back.

"I wouldn't begrudge the attempt. Lord knows you'd have better luck than the child." Aslo said pointing towards Nyla, still standing close to the door.

"Well. Better earlier than late." Murd said looking at Gryff. Backing up several yards he checked the clutter on the floor and charged the door with his shoulder levelled to shove it clean off it's hinges or even just splinter it into a thousand pieces. After all, what was a metal doors hinges against a charging minotaur.

Murd would never admit that tiny voice in his head that went. This is gonna hurt.
Shadow Zone Wing - North



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Brucey studied the area closely. The main throughfare was open and well defended unless the enemy had mutants capable of fucking with their minds, or enough to simply swamp the rate of fire they'd be capable of putting out. Turning to the corner store Bruce climbed up into the Ignis Dei and started playing the music when this 'Michael' figures noise blurted through the speakers. Brucey nodded at Carolyn. "I don't waste the lives of friends and allies, only the enemy is given up unto the god of fire." He grinned at her.

But then his expression went serious as he looked around and studied his team-mates. "Ok ladies and gents. Let's get ready. Gather around." Waiting for the others to gather around for a moment he switched off the music and popped the hatch for a minute and shut off his radio. "Ok mates. This is bad, I wanted to do this chat because if they're using radios and we received we can't give out orders without informing them, at least if they have any sense of smarts whatsoever."

Bruce thought about his deployments and what he wanted, and hoped the team was willing to put up with it and pay attention.

"Kai, Matthew, ideas are welcome, but optimally I want you covering the back access to the Corner Store near where L2 spotter is. Make sure you have a visual across this area. I'll personally cover the closest alley to the main defence post and provide cover for L3. Abimael, please keep close to me. Liam, Carolyn, can you serve as a flying squad? Hold the centre here but reinforce either flank as needed? If you can that'd be great. But I suggest we all keep this street visible so, if necessary, we can pass simple ideas with hand signals." Bruce thought. "And maybe take ambushing positions, if they've got radios I want to pass along some bullshit along." Brucey paused turning back to Carolyn. "And please Carolyn, keep one eye back we don't have the bodies to spare a guy to check out those basements, and they might have hidden connections or tunnels we don't know about."

Brucey turned to Ned in his quadrupedal Mech. "Oh Kelly, I expect our fairy princess to fuck off and do his own emo thing like a proper bunyip. If he does, can you cover Matthew in that alley instead. We need to hold the line."

Brucey smiled as he deployed the Aliquam Ignis Dei, He issued it basic orders to cover and protect Abimael as he sealed up and re-engaged his radio. "Ok folks. The Shadow Zone's yobbos think that we're a right pack of dickheads." He began to prepare his false orders. "Those gits are going to assume the main street will be our strongest defences, I want the heavy weapons relocated to the alleys, don't forget to mine the approaches."

Shutting off the Radio for a moment Brucey turned to Abimael. "So you called this Michael dickhead, at least I assume it's Michael, an Angel? Why, what can he do, and do you know how we can kill or capture him?"

"I don't know... I'm sorry." Abimael responded and Brucey continued.

"So what can you tell me about him? Why'd you call him an angel?"

"I just felt... It. That way." He may or may not be lying. Brucey frowned, the expression invisible in the mech.

He re-engaged the Radio deliberately changing it to the same channel that the 'Michael' fellow used. "Michael we can't stand back to your demands. We'll hold the line by fire and sword. Through purifying flame and the sweep of lasers if you force us. But you want to keep your Eve alive. You want to do something about the prejudice your kind in the Shadow Zone are so often subject to." He paused dramatically.

"Then come forwards under a flag of truce. Step forwards and be willing to talk, discuss and negotiate. But you have to do what you have to do, and we have to do what we have to do." Bruce left it with a polite pause. "But if you don't want what we have to do to be an age of bloodshed come forth and negotiate like a civilised being."
Tempest said Special Request –Freddie – Floating robotic scouting eye companion to be upgraded over time. At the moment, a salvaged bit of scrap that has been rebuilt to and programmed back to be able to do basic scouting parameters, able to identify and register friendlies based upon those programmed in at the start of a mission and added in with a command... With a command, will begin a scouting patrol and begin to mark those that it encounters which will be uploaded to Georgia's UI so that she can reference them. Also comes built-in with a handy dandy panic alarm and flashlight!


FR3DD13 you mean.
Herzinth said
Hit me. Beat me into the ground. Become the dominatrix you were always meant to be.


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