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Blood & Iron [Modern Nation Geopolitical RP]

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Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

By any case, is anyone interested in a collab? Our knights meeting on the road and making the rest of the journey together?

Or would it be better just to have us all gather at Camelot?

@Bright_Ops

It's a cool thought. Because while our knights may not know each other well, they will certainly know of one another. Friendships and shared history would be great.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera) New-Recruitment Threat

@AmongHeroes not yet, I'll be doing a last round of lookovers after work, and I believe I'm waiting on one more cs to look at.

@vietmyke

Ok, can do.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera) New-Recruitment Threat

@vietmyke I got the changes finished on the CS and MAS sheets. Shall I go ahead and post in the 'Characters' section of the OOC?

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera) New-Recruitment Threat

@AmongHeroes I like Weber as a character. He incidentally fits in perfectly with the squad that you guys will be starting off with. He's military, so technically facial hair shouldn't be a thing, but 101st is special forces, so I guess that'll slide. With that in mind, did Weber do anything to distinguish himself as a pilot worthy of the special forces legion rather than any run of the mill unit? I'm not saying he has to be an utter badass, but he has to be above average as a pilot.

As far as the Bastion goes, weight and power checks out fine. I'd reduce the ammo count on the battle rifle a bit- especially since its a high caliber, long range, slow firing weapon. Something in the ballpark of 100-200 rounds would be more fitting. Other then that, it looks fine.

@vietmyke

I'll tweak his history and the Bastion to reflect your suggestions. Thanks for looking it over.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera) New-Recruitment Threat

At work right now so I can't give you a full look, but shields have 5 wt

@vietmyke

Thanks, I got the issue fixed.

Blood & Iron [Modern Nation Geopolitical RP]

Does everyone understand that your orders don't take effect until you post IC?

@Theodorable

Would it be possible to have some more historical context for our setting? It's tough to jump in without a back drop of some geopolitical factors that will give us a better feel for our world. At least for me it would be advantageous.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera) New-Recruitment Threat

Darley, Weber

[x]-Name: Darley, Weber

[x]-Physical Description:
Weber stands at 5’-11” tall, with a lean, heavily muscled build. He is tattooed on his arms and shoulders. His hair is kept in a short Mohawk, and he wears a full beard. His eyes are green.

[x]-Age: 28

[x]-Gender: Male

[x]-Callsign: Web

[x]-Kills: 57

[x]-Psychological Analysis:
Weber Camden Darley was the last person anyone that knew him growing up would’ve thought could find his calling in the military. A wild spirit, a serial disregard for his betters, and a mind too easily distracted by pleasure and vice did not lend itself well to the rigors of training to pilot one of the most technologically advanced machines of war humanity has ever known.

Yet, in spite of it all, Weber flourished in the midst of the war. Another trait surfaced within the crucible of his transformation into a soldier that no one—not even the members of his family—had yet seen: patriotism. Weber is fiercely loyal to his comrades, the UEE, and perhaps most notably, has an abounding hatred of the Coalition.

His manner is energetic, easy-going, and affable. A smile or smirk are affixed almost perpetually upon his face, and he prefers the company of others more than simply the friendship of his own erratic thoughts. Weber is a man that will do most anything for his friends and comrades, though he is quick to feel betrayal and deceit. Loyalty is a virtue he holds in high regard, and when that love is lost, it is not again easily bestowed.

[x]-Military Record:
Weber joined the UEE Navy at the age of seventeen. His astonished parents gave their consent easily, as their wayward son showed little chance of ever returning to a calm life walking along the straight-and-narrow. At first Weber was selected to join the Ordinance Corps, and completed his basic training with the intention of becoming an Explosive Ordinance Disposal Specialist. This path was diverted however, when he participated in a happenstance MAS Preliminary Acuity Battery, and scored in the 97th percentile of test-takers.

New orders in hand, Weber was shipped to Cerol, and was assigned to the 13th MAS Training Squadron. Weber completed his basic armor training, flight school, and advanced mobile combat tactics schools with the 13th. His first posting as a fully vetted MAS pilot came with the 42nd Light MAS Regiment—a unit based around the smaller Sentry MAS, and equipped for rapid engagement.

During his time with the 42nd, Weber’s combination of intuitive piloting, combined with exceptional marksmanship, set him far above his comrades. In short order Weber’s skill was noticed by the commanding officer of the 42nd, and he was assigned one of the first Bastion MAS’s within the UEE Navy.

After two further deployments with the 42nd, Weber was acquisitioned as a Designated Marksman by the 101st Legion, and was subsequently deployed for the defense of Cerol. Having survived the dramatic loss of the planet, and the remarshaling of the UEE forces in its wake, Weber was reassigned to the 7th MAST.

[x]-Equipment: Weber wears an ancient, analog Breitling chronometer. He also carries a large multi-tool, and a .45 caliber service pistol with two extra magazines.

PTX-145-C Bastion

[x]-Designation: PTX-145-C “Bastion”

[x]-Role: Designated Marksman/Medium to long range fire support/Force multiplier

[x]-Chassis: Medium

[x]-Engine: Modified Quad Core. 25 PWR

[x]-Operating Time: 10 hours

[x]-Description:
During the recent campaigns against Coalition forces, UEE intelligence began to notice that MAS units equipped and fielded with designated marksmen pilots increased their combat efficacy at a marked rate. While this advantage was clearly seen within the combat data, the UEE Navy did not want to invest the resources into a totally new and role-specific line of mass produced MAS frames. Instead, it was decided that a line of Sentinel chassis would be slated for modification at the time of production to fulfill the limited use of the marksmen role.

This “new” model of Sentinel was designated the Bastion, and was equipped with enhanced targeting systems, enhanced radar, and a specialized ballistic weapon suite designed specifically for the Bastion.

[x]-Equpment:
♣: TUW-15 Battle Rifle| This Class A ballistic rifle is a strictly semi-automatic weapon designed for use in medium to long range engagements. It utilizes high explosive, high velocity, and ultra-dense ammunition to deliver massive amounts of kinetic energy into targets. The Bastion carries an internal magazine of 200 HEAA (High Explosive Anti-Armor) rounds.
7 WT, 2 PWR

♣: PA-48 “Matchstick” Point Defense Machine Guns| A system of .444-caliber machine guns mounted on the head, shoulders, and back of the MAS. This system runs off an internal magazine of 1,500 rounds. Utilized for anti-personnel and missile countermeasures.
2 WT, 0 PWR

♣: Improved Reactor Output|
3 WT, +5 PWR

♣: External Boosters|
3 WT, 5 PWR

♣: Countermeasure System|
0 WT, 0 PWR

♣: Enhanced Radar Suite (Internal)|
0 WT, 3 PWR

♣: Upgraded Targeting Suite (Internal)|
0 WT, 3 PWR

♣: Class 3 Shielding|
5 WT, 7 PWR

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera) New-Recruitment Threat

@vietmyke How does the weight of ballistic ammunition affect the overall weight I need to account for when creating my MAS?

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

The still air of the late summer morning was tinted with the barest hint of chill, calling forth a bank of mist over the slow moving surface of the River Usk. Flies and locusts danced across the mirror-like water, illuminated as flaming embers with the rise of the new sun. Reflected in a bend of the river, the usually gray-green walls of the house of Otterden were glowing a dull orange on the eastern face, making the small manse a dim beacon against the greens of the surrounding lands.

Set along where a spur road to the great city of Astolat crossed over the River Usk, Otterden was a quiet barony. It was served by just shy of a hundred families, and encompassed less than a thousand acres. The residence itself was too small to even possess free-standing defensive walls, instead relying upon the river to the east, and the wood to the south for natural protection. The shop of the local blacksmith, cooper, and saddler, along with a small market stand and church, were the only other buildings situated on the main road beside that of Otterden House.

In the tumultuous times leading up to the reign of Arthur, the barony of Otterden had been without a steward, and the peoples that lived within it were defenseless to all manner of raider and invader. Following the successful repulsion of the Saxon incursion, Arthur had decided to expand his scope of influence, and reestablish the peerages that would support his claim. In his wisdom and grace, Arthur bestowed Otterden into the care of Sir Delwin.

It was a proper posting for a newly risen knight and minor lord, as the quiet rural setting afforded the studious Delwin vast opportunity to hone his chivalric skills, and master his lordly duties. Located fifty some miles northeast, and upriver from Camelot, Otterden was a place Delwin cherished above all others—it was his home, his gift, and his responsibility. King Arthur had given him a gift few in the world could hope to match, and it had changed not only Delwin’s life, but the entire fate of his eventual bloodline. For that, Delwin would forever be in the great king’s debt, and his life and sword were pledged unto his dying breath.

The fisherman’s son who was now a lord, reclined against the cool stone of Otterden’s east wall, with the river flowing calmly before him to his right and left. With the sun rising into the trees before him, and a fishing pole resting gently in his hands, Sir Delwin Pryde felt such a sense of peace and contentment that he thought he could near float from his spot along the riverbank. Hardly a worry beleaguered his consciousness, and the stresses of ill-fated dreams and desires did not cross before his mind.

At this very moment his only concern was the fish that had yet to tease at his line. For even the concern of finding a proper wife, and continuing the name of Pryde, and thus his maintenance of Otterden, were far from his thoughts.

A flourish along the lawn behind him brought Delwin more fully into the now. Turning to look along the length of the manse’s wall, he just caught sight of his trusted steward, Alwyn, rounding the corner in a rush.

The balding man came to stop a few steps from Delwin, his face red with exertion.

“My lord, there is news from Camelot…”

Alwyn took a few breaths, begging his lord’s pardon with a lifted hand before continuing. “A rider, bearing the crest of the king, has just arrived. He states that you are urgently needed by the regent.”

Delwin made his feet at once, the fishing pole forgotten. Taking Alwyn about the shoulders, Delwin looked the man hard in the eyes.

“What has happened, Alwyn?”

“I do not know, my lord,” the man replied with a forlorn bent to his head. “The rider did not linger, begging forgiveness that he must continue on to summon more knights in the service of the king.”

“God save him,” Delwin said, releasing Alwyn’s shoulders.

Taking a step back, Delwin’s brow knit in worry. There were any number of reasons for Sir Lancelot to call up the king’s bannermen, but none of those explanations bode well for the realm.

Delwin’s jaw clenched, and he nodded his resolve. “Make ready for my departure. We leave for Camelot within the hour.”

Alwyn bowed his head, and ran a hand through his graying strands of disappearing hair. “At once, my lord.”

In the distance, the peaceful stillness that had permeated the morning like a hopeful promise was broken by the ragged cawing of a lone raven.