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Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

@ShiningSector Wow, glad to hear the rear-ender wasn't too bad, hope your next few weeks are nice and calm (sounds like you could use it), and thanks for the update.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Fara

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{Name}

Farahnaz ‘Fara’ Deljou

{Age}

23

{Gender}

Female

{Ethnicity}

Persian
^{(American born)}

{Sexuality}

Lesbian
^{(In theory at least. Guys do nothing for her, but she never actually had a relationship…)}

{Year}

2

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{Appearance}

Fara is not an overly large presence, standing only about 5’5” and coming in at 120ish pounds; with shoulder length dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. If it wasn’t for her obviously Middle Eastern complexion in the predominantly Caucasian Arizona, she’d be a rather anonymous face in the crowd so to speak. (“No, I’m not ‘Arab’, I’m Persian! Yes, there is a freakin’ difference!”)

Clothing wise, she lives in variations of the classic ‘T-shirt and jeans’ combo salvaged from local thrift stores, adding long sleeves or shorts and such depending on the weather. The closest thing to ‘fashion’ she gets is a few pieces of jewelry; a pendant from her mother, earrings, and a re-sized ring that was once her older brothers.

{Personality}

She’s certainly friendly enough at work, but on a personal level if she doesn’t know the people around her she’s usually very quiet and reserved, rarely one to draw attention to herself; on the other hand around friends or if there is a subject that she is passionate about being discussed, she can be very talkative.

{Backstory}

The youngest child of two Iranian emigres, she grew up in Nevada with her older brother, leading a pretty standard and boring middle class life. It was rocked when she was fifteen, and her brother was killed in an accident; another driver ran a red light and broadsided her brother’s motorcycle. That left her rather shaken for quite a while as she and her brother were quite close.

Aside from that, her life has been pretty average. A personal realization about who she truly was led to some complicated times/feelings later in high school, but then as now she was far to timid to to act on said feelings. She has ‘come out’ to both her few friends and her parents, and while they’ve all been supportive, they also have all quietly despaired at her continuing ‘single’ status.

Post graduation, she just sort of ‘hung out’, working a couple of part-time jobs while she tried to get herself in order. Always a bit of an artist, she gravitated towards WU for two reasons; one, the courses she wanted, while considered top grade, were being offered cheaper than many other universities or colleges, and two, (most importantly in her mind, if not her parents) they were heavily on-line. That meant, as a borderline insomniac, she could take them on her time table. She does have a couple of actual classes, but they’re at civilized times (after 12pm).

{Other}

She’s a big sucker for most anything ‘post-apocalyptic’, surprises a lot of people when they find out she’s both a dedicated gamer and a huge metalhead (she has a bit of a crush on the lead singer of Arch Enemy), she has a tattoo of her brother’s name on her left wrist.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Fara

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{Name}

Farahnaz ‘Fara’ Deljou

{Age}

23

{Gender}

Female

{Ethnicity}

Persian
^{(American born)}

{Sexuality}

Lesbian
^{(In theory at least. Guys do nothing for her, but she never actually had a relationship…)}

{Year}

2

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{Appearance}

Fara is not an overly large presence, standing only about 5’5” and coming in at 120ish pounds; with shoulder length dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. If it wasn’t for her obviously Middle Eastern complexion in the predominantly Caucasian Arizona, she’d be a rather anonymous face in the crowd so to speak. (“No, I’m not ‘Arab’, I’m Persian! Yes, there is a freakin’ difference!”)

Clothing wise, she lives in variations of the classic ‘T-shirt and jeans’ combo salvaged from local thrift stores, adding long sleeves or shorts and such depending on the weather. The closest thing to ‘fashion’ she gets is a few pieces of jewelry; a pendant from her mother, earrings, and a re-sized ring that was once her older brothers.

{Personality}

She’s certainly friendly enough at work, but on a personal level if she doesn’t know the people around her she’s usually very quiet and reserved, rarely one to draw attention to herself; on the other hand around friends or if there is a subject that she is passionate about being discussed, she can be very talkative.

{Backstory}

The youngest child of two Iranian emigres, she grew up in Nevada with her older brother, leading a pretty standard and boring middle class life. It was rocked when she was fifteen, and her brother was killed in an accident; another driver ran a red light and broadsided her brother’s motorcycle. That left her rather shaken for quite a while as she and her brother were quite close.

Aside from that, her life has been pretty average. A personal realization about who she truly was led to some complicated times/feelings later in high school, but then as now she was far to timid to to act on said feelings. She has ‘come out’ to both her few friends and her parents, and while they’ve all been supportive, they also have all quietly despaired at her continuing ‘single’ status.

Post graduation, she just sort of ‘hung out’, working a couple of part-time jobs while she tried to get herself in order. Always a bit of an artist, she gravitated towards WU for two reasons; one, the courses she wanted, while considered top grade, were being offered cheaper than many other universities or colleges, and two, (most importantly in her mind, if not her parents) they were heavily on-line. That meant, as a borderline insomniac, she could take them on her time table. She does have a couple of actual classes, but they’re at civilized times (after 12pm).

{Other}

She’s a big sucker for most anything ‘post-apocalyptic’, surprises a lot of people when they find out she’s both a dedicated gamer and a huge metalhead (she has a bit of a crush on the lead singer of Arch Enemy), she has a tattoo of her brother’s name on her left wrist.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Okay, done. Let me know if it needs any work.

Fara

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{Name}

Farahnaz ‘Fara’ Deljou

{Age}

23

{Gender}

Female

{Ethnicity}

Persian
^{(American born)}

{Sexuality}

Lesbian
^{(In theory at least. Guys do nothing for her, but she never actually had a relationship…)}

{Year}

2

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{Appearance}

Fara is not an overly large presence, standing only about 5’5” and coming in at 120ish pounds; with shoulder length dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. If it wasn’t for her obviously Middle Eastern complexion in the predominantly Caucasian Arizona, she’d be a rather anonymous face in the crowd so to speak. (“No, I’m not ‘Arab’, I’m Persian! Yes, there is a freakin’ difference!”)

Clothing wise, she lives in variations of the classic ‘T-shirt and jeans’ combo salvaged from local thrift stores, adding long sleeves or shorts and such depending on the weather. The closest thing to ‘fashion’ she gets is a few pieces of jewelry; a pendant from her mother, earrings, and a re-sized ring that was once her older brothers.

{Personality}

She’s certainly friendly enough at work, but on a personal level if she doesn’t know the people around her she’s usually very quiet and reserved, rarely one to draw attention to herself; on the other hand around friends or if there is a subject that she is passionate about being discussed, she can be very talkative.

{Backstory}

The youngest child of two Iranian emigres, she grew up in Nevada with her older brother, leading a pretty standard and boring middle class life. It was rocked when she was fifteen, and her brother was killed in an accident; another driver ran a red light and broadsided her brother’s motorcycle. That left her rather shaken for quite a while as she and her brother were quite close.

Aside from that, her life has been pretty average. A personal realization about who she truly was led to some complicated times/feelings later in high school, but then as now she was far to timid to to act on said feelings. She has ‘come out’ to both her few friends and her parents, and while they’ve all been supportive, they also have all quietly despaired at her continuing ‘single’ status.

Post graduation, she just sort of ‘hung out’, working a couple of part-time jobs while she tried to get herself in order. Always a bit of an artist, she gravitated towards WU for two reasons; one, the courses she wanted, while considered top grade, were being offered cheaper than many other universities or colleges, and two, (most importantly in her mind, if not her parents) they were heavily on-line. That meant, as a borderline insomniac, she could take them on her time table. She does have a couple of actual classes, but they’re at civilized times (after 12pm).

{Other}

She’s a big sucker for most anything ‘post-apocalyptic’, surprises a lot of people when they find out she’s both a dedicated gamer and a huge metalhead (she has a bit of a crush on the lead singer of Arch Enemy), she has a tattoo of her brother’s name on her left wrist.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

W.I.P.

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Name

Farahnaz ‘Fara’ Deljou

Age

23

Gender

Female

Ethnicity

Persian
^{(American born)}

Sexuality

Lesbian
^{(In theory at least. Guys do nothing for her, but she never actually had a relationship…)}

Year

2

---

Appearance

Fara is not an overly large presence, standing only about 5’5” and coming in at 120ish pounds; with shoulder length dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. If it wasn’t for her obviously Middle Eastern complexion in the predominantly Caucasian Arizona, she’d be a rather anonymous face in the crowd so to speak.

Clothing wise, she lives in variations of the classic ‘T-shirt and jeans’ combo salvaged from local thrift stores, adding long sleeves or shorts and such depending on the weather. The closest thing to ‘fashion’ she gets is a few pieces of jewelry; a pendant from her mother, earrings, and a re-sized ring that was once her older brothers.

Personality

She’s certainly friendly enough at work, but on a personal level if she doesn’t know the people around her she’s usually very quiet and reserved, rarely one to draw attention to herself; on the other hand around friends or if there is a subject that she is passionate about being discussed, she can be very talkative.

Backstory

The youngest child of two Iranian emigres, she grew up in Nevada with her older brother, leading a pretty standard and boring middle class life. It was rocked when she was fifteen, and her brother was killed in an accident; another driver ran a red light and broadsided her brother’s motorcycle. That left her rather shaken for quite a while as she and her brother were quite close.

Aside from that, her life has been pretty average. A personal realization about who she truly was led to some complicated times/feelings later in high school, but then as now she was far to timid to to act on said feelings. She has ‘come out’ to both her few friends and her parents, and while they’ve all been supportive, they also have all quietly despaired at her continuing ‘single’ status.

Other

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

This style of RP is a bit outside of my norm, but if you're willing to put up with my fumbling, I'll take a shot at it.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Gerad: He takes the hits so you don't have to :p

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Gerad

As they rallied on the knocked out tank and made ready for the next wave, Gerad joined Sven in trying to bring the machine back on line. Though the tank’s design made it impossible for him to enter it while in full armour, it was equipped with several external maintenance hatches for rapid in field servicing. Prying one open, Gerad tapped into the tank’s systems and immediately was able to answer a question that’d bugged him since it’d shown up. Why hadn’t the crew just slagged them with its main gun?

His best guess was that the tank had had its computers totally wiped when it was surplussed, including the controlling software for the plasma cannon; these guys seemed to have used a copy of a much lighter plasma cannon’s control software as a work around, but his guess was that it simply crashed when trying to deal with this much higher output. Deleting that patch of files, Gerad loaded a copy of his PRP’s OS, and made a few rapid adjustments; it was crude, it was sloppy and it’s probably wasn’t going to work all that great, but it was better than before.

The system came back online just moments before the second wave moved on them. From his position beside her, he watched Ducaelia launch a cyber warfare attack that made him think about his own armour’s security; but that was another thing for later. As the APCs went haywire, he still maintained his link to the tank, and took remote control of the turret. Status boards showed damage to its horizontal traverse, so trying to hit any of the, potential, moving targets was pretty much out of the question while the hull was stationary, but he could swing it about and aim it at the breach they had come through. As soon as the system showed a ready shot, he fired, sending a massive bolt of plasma through the breach where it exploded in a brilliant flash; best case, he hit something important, worst case, the third wave would be a bit more hesitant about coming through.

”Oi Sven!” He called across the company comm channel as he disconnected. ”Big burn’a up top works, those ‘s a bit sluggy side to. Reload ain’t shiny eithe’ but ‘ll get ther’ in a tik.” Bring his personal weapons and defences online, he moved to join the battle. ”Oh, an’ if th’ ‘puter say somethin’ ‘bout a ‘Cascade Failure’, leg it sharpish like.”

Ducaelia has the APCs all scattered and in disarray, so he turned his attention to the supporting infantry. With barrier up and shields on, he advanced towards them, turning his VLA in the trucks. While they were armoured, it was armour that was meant to stop light infantry grade slug throwers, not a vehicle grade laser weapon. The first two blew up spectacularly as his targeted their fuel storage, a third one simply vanished with everyone on board when a PRP round struck it in the side; all that in the first few moments.

The infantry, shaken by Durcaelia’s antics, didn’t even pay him any mind until he opened fire, but it was a rather futile gesture. Saving his dwindling PRP shots for any more heavy armored vehicles or soldiers, he simply bunkered down in the open and made himself a rather lethal little pillbox. Small arms fire poured into him, sparking of the shield, or on occasion, rattling off of the armour itself. None of the troops seemed to have anti-armour weapons, why would they, they controlled all the serious firepower on the planet…right? Safe in his walking tank, Gerad took his time picking off the enemy. ”Ain’t ‘and shoot’n this easy since trainin’!”

The Saltaire District

Menddir sat back, observing the others; too soon to make any real judgments, he was however a bit disappointed that he seemed to be the only actual warrior. ”Find the red Dwarf, find out what happened, try not to die…sounds simple enough.” He said finally in a low and gravelly voice. ”That said, I’ve not heard anything ‘bout pay. Yes we Clansmen ‘ve got a reputation for being hardy…but a man’s gotta eat and you Southerners bleed a man to his last copper with your prices.” As he spoke he was smiling slightly, but his words still carried the slight bite.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

@ShiningSector The way it's going right now is fine, but maybe a short bit of down time before going after the next Horseman? Give the PCs a chance to repair and re-equip, and the rebels to get more intel on the other 3 (because realistically, if 1 goes down, the others are going to change what they're doing, re-enforce positions etc)

Honestly I'm fine with how things are going, just an idea I thought I'd throw out there.