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"Have an idea of where to eat, Rich girl?"

Silvi playfully stuck her tongue out at Aiden, more in response to his tone of voice, than what he actually said. “I’m not that rich, I mean, I’m no Schnee or anything.” She said brightly, before muttering. “Bigoted fuck-buckets.” She was chuckling at Mika’s ‘hyper-happy’ mode, but let out another surprised ‘yip’ as the short girl tried to wrap an arm around her waist, and ended up with half a handful of Silvi’s skinny backside.

Doing her best to extricate herself, without making it look too obvious that that was what she was doing. “Nice hammer.” She said as she slipped free. “Sometime soon we should bomb out to my place and introduce you two to my folks; I mean if you’re going to be hunters and huntresses, it wouldn’t hurt to have some personal contacts with at least one armourer.” She added, grinning playfully. “Anyways, back to food. ‘Little Ladle’ still sound good?”

With the other two in agreement, they made their way to the soup café. ‘Little Ladle’ was a local institution as far as eateries went; owned by an elderly human couple named Ube and Lavi Sno, it’d been selling good soups, quickly and for a reasonable price, for as long as most people could remember. As they entered, they were greeted by Lavi Sno, a bustling grey haired woman who seemed to exude large amounts of positive energy.

“Come in, come in!” She chirped brightly as she rushed towards them across the sparsely populated little place. “You must be some of our new hunters and huntresses to be!” Reaching the trio, she clasped each of their hands and shook them. “Well good for you kids, we can never have too many folks willing to keep the Grimm at bay.” Her words were caught by the few other customers, who added their approvals with a smattering of applause.

Having been seated at a window booth, they were all presented with simple menus and left to make up their minds while ‘Auntie Lavi’ as she insisted she be called, went to get their drinks; and once they had all made up their minds, the three of them quickly found a rather substantial bowl of soup placed before each of them.
@ArthanusIf you're still up for running this, then yes I'm still game.
Once again, there was a momentary flash of concern about Mika’s health in Silvi’s eyes, as the smaller girl injected her medication. Part of her really wanted to ask Mika just what was wrong, if they were going to be on the same team, then knowing stuff like that could be very useful if something went wrong while they were out; but Sivli couldn’t muster the nerve to ask, hell, she’d only just the other two.

Hi I’m Silvi, nice to meet you, by the way, just what are you dying of!? Yeah…that’d go over great… She thought sardonically to herself. As these thoughts rattled about, unconsciously she wrapped her tail up around her waist now, and began to idly play with the tip of it.

"Rather hungry now...."

The giggle snapped her out of her own thoughts, and she smiled at Mika. “That sounds like a good idea. I dunno about other faunus, but wolves like me have a pretty fast metabolism, and I had breakfast like 3 hours ago, so yeah I’m getting kinda hungry myself.” Letting go of her tail, she turned her smile towards Aiden, she started to head for the door. “You coming? Hey, tell you what.” She said with a moment’s inspiration. “Food is on me, so long as I don’t go crazy with my spending, my folks are pretty generous with the lien.”
@Arthanus Awesome, thank you very much!
@ArthanusSorry about that...guess I was looking at the wrong page when I posted :(


@Arthanus Well sheets is posted. Who doesn't want a walking, talking medium tank :p
Name: Therak oz Gerad nil Mizol (Gerad son of Mizol of the Therak tribe)

Race: Garundin

Garundin’s are a fairly new player on the galactic stage, but even so they have already made their presence known as premier engineers, technicians and heavy assault troopers.

The Garundin home world of Eshan sits at the extreme outer edge of the ‘Goldilocks Zone’ created by their home star. Eshan itself is a high gravity world, with a surface gravity being just over three times Earth-standard, which produces very high atmospheric pressures as well as being largely made of carbon dioxide. This has led to an ecosystem that produces flora and fauna that are short, dense and in the case of the fauna, powerfully muscled.

Garundin culture, even know, it still tribal based; though now each tribal council sends a representative to the planetary Grand Council who then appoints representatives for Garundin affairs off-world. Within each tribe, life has always about working for the good of the tribe; work delegated, resources shared, the elderly and infirm tended to by all. While internal conflicts were rare, inter-tribal conflicts were almost constant. Tribes fighting over land, water, minerals, and stronger tribes conquering weaker ones; the centuries passed, the technology changed and improved, but the fighting went on.

One major difference between Garundin’s and other sentient species was their near total lack of development of ballistic weaponry or attempts at heavier than air flight; the dense atmosphere and high gravity made the energy expenditure for such things too great to be overly practical, so such ideas were of little use. All that changed during what became known as ‘The Fall’; 200 years ago, on the plains between three great tribes a starship crash landed, coming to rest near where all three territories met.

Garundin’s were never a people that looked ‘up’ much, but with this arrival they started to, and wonder what else may be out there. Once they thought they were many tribes on one world, but now they realized, they may be one tribe amongst many worlds; this realization rippled across Eshan and within only a few years many old tribal conflicts where cast aside for the good of the ‘Greater Tribe’.

All across Eshan, great thinkers and tinkerer flocked towards the newly founded, and rapidly growing, City of the Great Fall (Great Fall in common usage). Sadly the crew of the vessel didn’t survive the crash, something caused an inertial dampener failure and they most likely died before the ship even hit the atmosphere, but the automated systems did their best to bring it down relatively intact. With methodical care, the Garundin’s began to investigate, first the small parts they could safely remove, then as their knowledge grew, and they began to translate more of the off-world language, they began to dig into the ship proper.

By their nature, Garundin’s are a patient and practical people, so there was no rush to discover all there was to know in one lifetime; but they also took to the new technology and in a remarkable short amount of time, they went from an early industrial tech base, to launching their first heavier than air craft, which was also their first trans-atmospheric vessel in less than two generations. From there they expanded exponentially, moving into their home system, and exploring the celestial bodies they found there. By the time the Garundin’s made first contact with S-GAF, ten years after Gerad’s birth, they had already successfully industrialized much of the system.

Physically, Garundin’s are a four armed, quadrupedal, mammalian species. They average in height from between 125 to 135 cm and generally weight in at between 160 and 200 kilograms. Though the high gravity of Eshan has led to a very thick atmosphere, the planets extreme range from the rather weak star means that even at the best of times, Eshan is a rather cool world. As a result Garundin’s still maintain a thick insulating layer of hair that covers everything but their faces, the palms of their hands and the soles of their feet.

They share a very similar facial appearance to Terran ‘gorillas’, with a heavy brow, flat nasal openings and a protruding jaw, though they lack the same elongated skull; as a result it’s not uncommon for humans to refer to them as ‘Spider-Gorillas’. Males and females are indistinguishable from each other unless one can actually see their reproductive organs; Garundin’s tell by pheromone traces that an individual produces.

Age: 52 [Average lifespan 200 years. 1 Eshan Year = 2 Standard Terran Years]

Appearance: Gerad is pretty average for a Garundin; 130 cm tall and weighing in at 180 kilos, he’s covered in light brown air, with dark brown eyes. On Eshan, he’s the type of man you’d forget you saw almost while you were still looking at him.

Personality: Like all Garundin’s, he’s a pragmatist which serves him well on Trylin. ‘Deal with the reality that is’, was something he was taught at an early age, and something that he has carried with him into adulthood; because sometimes the reality of a place like Trylin means you have to do some unpleasant things. Inside this pragmatic soul though is still a curious child, one who is fascinated by the machines people create, and wanting to know all there is to know about them.

Weapons:
TXZ-11/A Variable Laser Armament - To most species the TXZ series of weapons would most likely be classified as medium lascannons, suitable for vehicle or fixed emplacement use, to the Garundin’s it’s the standard issue primary infantry weapon for their ‘Militia of the Grater Tribe’.

A single handed weapon, which uses the Militia’s issue power armour to stabilize aiming, it has ‘beam’ and ‘pulse’ modes to swap between for its firing modes. ‘Beam’ mode fires a continuous 4 terawatt beam at long range, with a maximum sustained rate of 10 seconds, with a 15 second cool down between each firing. ‘Pulse’ mode fires 2 terawatt pulses at short to medium range, with a maximum sustained rate of 30 seconds with the same cool down time.

VVD 45-30/R Plasma Rail Projector (flexible mount on left shoulder) - Standard Militia issue anti-bunker/vehicle weapon. Can fire 3 10 terawatt pulses in 6 seconds before a 30 second is required, and can fire a total of 9 times before the canister of ionizing medium is expended.

Type 9/BS Collapsible Breaching Hammer - A 45 kilogram head, with a hammer face on one side and a spike on the other. Collapsed, it is compact enough to be used single-handedly, while extended the handle doubles in length allowing for two handed use and greater striking power.

Abilities:
Combat Engineer – He knows the best ways to disable and destroy hardened positions, infrastructure and pretty much anything else you can name, quickly, efficiently and while being shot at.

Soldier – He’s no stranger to combat, though compared to most species, Garundin tactics are a bit on the basic side; relying on their physical durability and their incredibly tough armour, they simply bully through their objectives.

Mechanic – If Gerad can’t fix it, then it truly can’t be fixed.

Bio: The fifth of twelve children, Gerad was lucky enough to be left to make his own choices in life; being part of an old and influential family inside Clan Therak, many of his older sibling were expected to become great leaders or warriors or other such things, and as a result were groomed and pushed and prodded to those ends.

Showing an aptitude for technology, even beyond Garundin norms, his schooling was tailored to those ends. Once he reached adulthood, like all Garundin he did his mandatory service in the Militia, helping to protect his people, and the Grand Clan in general; while only 2 years of service is mandatory, he found the Militia life appealing and being sent off world let him more easily interact with the technology of other species.

He would have probably spent the rest of his life in the Militia, after three consecutive volunteer contracts on top of the mandatory one, his superiors had been grooming him for greater things; but then, just as his fourth contract was coming to a close, the news of the incident on Trylin rippled across the news nets. Eshan was about as far away from Trylin as one could be while still in explored space, but when Gerad heard that news, he knew what he needed to do.

At the end of his contract, instead of reupping, he retired from the Militia, bought out his armour, sold off much of his possessions and caught the first transport he could that was heading in the right direction. The trip between Eshan and Trylin was long and at times frustrating and more than a little dangerous; but eventually he made it. His goal now was to find these ancient ruins and the tech there in, discover their secrets, and then return to his people with what he’d found. It might take a while, but Garundin are long lived.

Personal equipment:
G-11 Type 4 Mk.3 Militia Power Armour – Each armour is custom fitted to the user. If a citizen fulfills a 10 year (Eshan Year) term and retires in good standing with the Militia, they have the option to purchase their arms and armour if they intend to go off world; should they ever return to Eshan with the intent of staying they must surrender the arm and armour to the Militia.

The armour is a sealed and self-sustaining unit, allowing the user to operate in a variety of hostile environments, including hard vacuum for extended periods of time. The armour’s utility pack houses the power supply, atmosphere generator, nutrient processor and a whole host of other critical tools. So long as the armour has power it can maintain its user indefinitely.

Nano-assembler – Built into the back mounted utility pack of the armour, the assembler allows the user to manufacture small to medium sized components for repairs and constructions while in the field.

Combo welder/cutter – Mounted on a folding, multi directional arm that comes up over the right shoulder.

Multi-tool manipulator units – Both of the power armour’s secondary arm gauntlets are equipped with precision tools for working on smaller objects.

Defensive Barrier – An extremely durable kinetic and energy resistant shield that unfurls from a mounting on the armour’s left primary arm gauntlet.
@GarlandDaHeroExcellent, in that case, assuming I can get a Bio together I'll have a sheet ready really soon.
@Arthanus Is this still going?
"Maybe we should go to our dorm rooms and check it out."

"Yeah, let's get settled in, even if they're bringing it here, you can at least formulate an idea or something in your head, Sivli."


“That’s…actually not a bad idea.” Silvi replied, following after Mika and Aiden. Walking through the town hall, Silvi was mostly curious to see how the building had been changed; even though she’d never really been in line to take over any facet of the company, her parents had still insisted she at least understand the basics of how things were done…which included more trips than she could remember to this very building for some tediously boring meeting with some local official.

Eventually they found their way to their assigned rooms, and the other two set about storing their gear while she waited for hers to arrive.

"So... where is everyone from?"

Taking off her jacket she threw it onto the unclaimed bed, while unbuckling her weapons belt and hanging it off a bed post. “Local girl.” She replied, sitting down and curling her tail onto her lap. “My folks place is about 20 min outta town. It’s al-” Before she could get any further an older human male appeared in the doorway, knocking as he did so.

The man was in his late 40s or early 50s with dark hair that was liberally streaked with grey, and he was dressed in a tidy set of green coveralls with the Wulka Armaments logo on the left breast. “Hey there little cub, they said I’d find you up here.” Silvi let out a surprised ‘yip’ and leapt to her feet. “Berun!” She said as she rushed over. Sticking her head into the hall, she saw her suitcases of clothes and her tool chest sitting there, just behind him.

Smiling, she stood back straight and cuffed him in the arm. “You fool.” She chided. “Why’d you lug them all the way up here? You could’ve just told me you were here, I’d have come and got them.” Berun simply smiled and rested a hand on her shoulder. “If I can help you in whatever small way, I’m glad to do it. I might not be able to help fight those beasts, but I know you’ll do fine.” Silvi smiled and gave Berun a hug. “Thanks.” She said softly; letting go, she then waved to Aiden and Mika. “These are the rest of the student body, Aiden and Mika,”

From the look in Berun’s eyes, he was no happier about the turn out than Silvi was. “Nice to meet you.” He replied, nodding to the others before turning his attention back to Silvi. “Well little cub, I’d best be off.” He said as he turned to leave. “Don’t let Daddy or Habeen work you too hard.” Berun just laughed as he headed back the way he’d come.

Silvi stepped into the hallway, first dragging her suitcases and then the tool chest into her and Mika’s room. Opening the suitcases, she began to pack her clothes into ‘her’ closet and chest of drawers. “Right, like I was saying, local born. My folks own Wulka Armaments, Berun there, he’s been working for us for as long as I can remember.” To those who knew what to look for all her clothes were, while not flashy, top quality brands, the type of stuff that people who valued quality over simply a ‘brand name’ sought out.
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