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8 yrs ago
Current This is why you shouldn't use an actual toaster to host a website.
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9 yrs ago
[@Dnafein] Because people are salty about didney and have forgotten about the prequels.
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9 yrs ago
*angry moth sounds*
9 yrs ago
Joke's on you Dagoth-Ur, I brought eighty bottles of sujamma.
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It was a soft pattering against the hull, gentle and rhythmic in the cool air. Breathing out, Dissonance following her movements, the machine bringing up its hand before the head unit and peering curiously at the pooling water. "Rain..." She whispered, pilot and machine turning their head at the same time and letting the water fall to the ground in a cascade. Gears gently hummed as the two reclined back into the nook, pulling the camo-net around them tighter even as a voice gently tugged at her from the corners of her mind.

"Alex..."

Looking up, she turned her head in the direction of the voice, peering across the rift and the flowing river in front of her. It called to her from afar, yet seemed so close. Alexandria started to stand, but something kept her from doing so. There was no physical force keeping her there, no, it was something else. Even as she wanted to stand and seek out the voice, there was a deep feeling inside her that told her no. That feeling over-rode her desire to seek out the voice, it reassured her that staying still was best. No... It begged her to stay still, to remain where she was and to wait. But for what?

"Alexandria..."

That voice again called her, and she felt the pull stronger this time. Her eyes felt weary, like a heavy weight was upon them. There was no more rain... Where did it go? A flash of panic hit her, gone in an instant as if swept away by an unknown source. "Alexandria!" Both pilot and machine turned their head to seek out the voice, the landscape around them bleeding away from the lush environment of before, and into a barren desert...


She shook herself as Julia sent impulses down her nerves, forcing her from the reverie. The sound of the captain calling over the radio was the first thing she heard, followed by the others sounding off. "Lexicon." Her voice was soft over the radio, the subtle sound of her readying Thanatos in the background and reclining against the rockface. "Ready for overwatch. Call out anything that gives you trouble, and I'll put them down." It wasn't a moment later that the fighting broke out, her eyes watching carefully each of her team-mates within her view-range.

""Alex." Julia spoke in her ear as she always did, and she could almost feel the fingers around her own, assisting her in scanning the battle below, pinpointing potential targets as they appeared. "Keep us hidden, sis." There... Salvaged Sentry about to engage Doughboy in close combat. Machine and pilot exhaled and the finger tensed on the trigger of the 120mm rail-cannon. "Doughboy, providing supporting fire. Prepare to execute." Even as Julia spoke as Alexandria, there was a flash of energy from the muzzle of the heavy rifle, and the sabot split the air as it bore down on the Sentry, hitting the unit above and to the left of center-mass sending material showering on both combatants as the machine's arm was sheared off at the shoulder.
@TheSovereignGrave Post it up here first, and then myself or Duck will give it a review.
*rolls over and falls to the floor* Just woke up, I'll be prioritizing a post while I'm doing my usual RP stuff today. At the very least, building a post is easier than finishing a CS lol.
Finally got it done and posted xD As usual, let me know if I've fudged the math on something, or something looks off Myke. Also, shamelessly stole the formatting for my CS from Whoami because it looked nice o3o
@Ozerath Gave it a bit of a go over, and so far things look alright. I would say you are good to go and place it in the Characters tab.
Carmen calls the Hangar. All of it. So by proxy, your MAS units belong to her.


There will be severe disagreements here, especially considering my character's relation to her MAS and the AI inhabiting it xD

Also, side note, almost done. After three restarts, two of which stupid computer-related issues, I've nearly got it done, and it helps greatly that Myke was able to have a look at the MAS while I was working on it xD
Terin-Captain orders us to statistically probable death an average of 2.73 instances per day. Rounded down.
Oh hey, a question while I'm trying to wrap things up here, that may or may not have already been addressed. Do the pilots share a barracks, or do they have personal rooms on the Sirius?
@vietmyke

According to some figures, if we want to equate our PMC to modern PMS, each of us would earn anywhere between 150-250K a year, so I imagine that every ten credits would equal roughly a thousand USD. The numbers could be adjusted, of course, but that's about the going rate of a modern PMC and seems actually pretty close to what would be believable.

Also, I had my MAS almost completely done, with a page and a half on weapons systems alone, and I got blue-screened DX Needless to say, I drowned my sorrows in a cake, and having been trying to recover what I lost since then while running diagnostics on my computer.
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