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Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Gerad

”Vairyo, A O/A Hom Va Ya Ray/Vairyo, A Ray/Jerhume Brunnen G” Tinkering with the blasted lift engine, Gerad inflicted move bodily harm to the machine as he cannibalized parts from its cross-hull counterpart; normally such a thing would have seriously upset him on a professional level, but it’s not like they were going to be taking the Chimera with them when they left.

While he worked, he tapped back into the weapons systems and did a bit more tinkering with the main gun’s OS. What he’d uploaded was still not great for what it was trying to do, but he made a few tweaks and cut out a couple of features to try and simplify the process, leaving the computer to run an update while he fiddled with the mechanical bits.
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All-in-all, it was a success. The repair worked, to a point, and the gun was stabilized to reduce the risk of killing the driver/anyone near it. Before him was a small collection of odds and ends he’d stripped out of the tank, and after peering over them he had an idea; a rather loud part of his brain said it was a bad idea because of Ducaelia’s seeming ‘instability’…but given her stealth capabilities and short range combat style, she was the logical choice. His armour had finished its self-repair cycle not long ago and stood amid the corroded remains of the technical that the nanites had scavenged for raw materials.

Now he went over and triggered the reload sequence for the PRP, catching the partially used capacitor as it was ejected. As he set to work on his idea, combining the capacitor, some tank parts and a few small nano-forge components, he heard Ducaelia call out for him. ” ’ang on clankie.” He called out. ”Gotta banger f’r ya, jus’ need t’ kit it up, an’ get m’ clank suit runnin’.” Shortly after, he finished his little project and clambered back into his armour, slotting his tools and the loot he’d picked up, into the drop pod Silas had called down. That sorted, he headed for the smaller vandrell.

”Oi clankie,” He said as he got over to her. ”Le’s crack th’ case an’ ‘ave a look!” As he spoke, his armour mounted combi-cutter un-limber and swing into a ‘ready’ state; however, before Ducaelia could really react, the combi retracted once more and Gerad let out a short ‘chuffing’ laugh. ”Jus’ pokin’ ya, c’mon.” Her size, relative to his, made picking her up a tad awkward, but especially in his armour, her weight was no issue. Bringing Ducaelia over, he propped her against the side of the tank, while he had a look at her servo.

” ‘s no bad.” He said after a moment, bringing his smaller tool equipped, secondary hands into play. ”Got a bit ‘a scoring on th’ socket an’ a slight burr, but ah c’n clean tha’ up sharpish.” With his left secondary hand on her hip, he watched though his helmet feed as a series of nano-scanners fed data to him from inside the joint. With his right, he brought a set of microscopic set of grinders and polishers that he then used to smooth the damaged parts. In short order he was done and stepped back. ”All riky-tik, an’ like I said;” He added, pulling out the capacitor, which now had a small metal plate on one side, a power supply and some other odds and sods attached to it. ”Got a banger f’r ya.”

”Sucker Charge,” He said as he handed it over, pointing to a single use switch on the side. ”Hit tha’ an’ th’ mag plate goes ‘ot an’ ‘ll stick t’ most metals; but do it sharpish as it’ll pop about 30 sec after y’ push it…I’m sure y’ c’n find a proper spot t’ use it.”

With all that done, he comm’d Sven. ”Hey clanker, got th’ tank patched. Lifte’ works but ‘ad t’ nick bits from its twin, so ‘s no wha’ she once was…but better th’n ‘fore; an’ did a prop fix on th’ big burner. May still over-load, bu now’ll jus’ skrag the turret an’ no’ th’ ‘hole unit.”

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@Arthanus I like to think the tank's systems handled the actual aiming...

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@Arthanus Good to hear from you again!

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

^{@Joshua Tamashii@TickTock}

While the others nattered, Fara raised an eyebrow as Amelia pulled out a pen and paper as wrote a quick note. For a brief moment, she considered asking why, but easily quashed that idea as she was sure Amelia was as sick of answering the question as Fara was answering ‘So where are you from?’, as if someone of her complexion couldn’t possibly have been born in America.

”Don’t worry about it,” She said instead. ”It’s ‘Starbucks culture’ thing.” She added, throwing in a mock shudder for effect. Out of the corner on her eye she spotted April moving their way, with her typical dancer’s grace. Though she was quick to push it back down, her over active imagination did its best to add its own take on that. Fucking Hell Fara, spend sometime ‘finger painting’ before work… It was on occasions like this, she was glad her complexion made it easy to hide a blush. Things didn’t get a whole lot easier when April sidled up right beside her.

”Don’t tell her that,” She said, reining in her thoughts. ”And Randy doesn’t really count; he’s here so much, they should just make him a part of the staff.” She added, throwing a smirk his way. As for April’s last comment, all she could do was chuckle; those two probably spoke more than the rest of the shift. Trying to at least seem professional for the first part of her shift, Fara looked over at Matina and gave an amused sigh. ”Since Matina’s gone and gotten herself distracted as usual,” She said to April. ”Do you want to show Amelia the baking, or me?” She almost said, and with no innuendo intended, ‘or make it a threesome’, but fortunately her brains stopped that before it crossed her lips.

She was pretty sure she’d have spontaneously combusted due to sheer embarrassment if that had happened.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Working away at cleaning still, she was grateful for the distraction as the probably intentional flirting between April and Matina was doing a number on her thanks to an annoyingly hyper libido and an artists imagination, and Ursula was not helping matters. Stupid pretty girls, stupid horniness, stupid…. “Ghaa!” She muttered, working the cloth into the corners.

Looking up, she saw Randall wink at her, which earned him an eye-roll. ”Barkin’ up the wrong tree there,” She smirked, tossing her cleaning cloth into the sink behind the counter after wiping her hands. ”Though, bear with me a sec on the drink.” Chuckling at Ursula’sl little dig, she made her way over to Jules and Amelia. ”I’ve got this,” She said as she walked up. If we wait for any of them to stop goofing off, we’ll have all graduated before Amelia learns anything here. She added motioning to her co-workers with smile.

Waving Amelia around the counter, she pulled a to go cup from the stack, showed Amelia how much far to fill it and add the sugar. ”This one is pretty simple and easy, much like Randy.” She said with a smirk, Randall had been a regular for long enough that she felt comfortable giving him a hard time now and again. ”There are a few things that are kind of trick, but most folks just want coffee, and we’re not some place like Starbucks, so everything is named with real words…that said if someone comes in with their ‘Venti’ crap, feel free to mock them. Most everyone else does.”

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Fara mostly just rolled eyes, from behind the bulk of the espresso machine, as April and Ursula pestered Jakob about game music. She was so very tempted to yell out ‘Play Freebird!’, but the last time she did that it was plain that she was the only one to find it funny. Setting her bad jokes aside, she instead strung together a few more mental curses for the prick that somehow blown up a drink all over the machine and then never bothered to clean up.

As April leaned forward, Fara found herself having to resist the urge to try and find an excuse to lean back and look at that perfectly toned backside; this was not helped by the mention of ‘biting’ and whither or not Ursula was into that kind of thing. For fuck’s sake, you’re not a 14 year old boy with a porn mag, get a hold of yourself! Fortunately the Universe seemed kind enough to provide a distraction, even if it was only Randy. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but his attitude at times got on her nerves.

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discord.gg/TNuSg2r

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Yow...and forgive me for saying this but, PT Cruiser? :D

Ba Dum Tish!

Had a thought, what's anyone else's thoughts on having a Discord channel (assuming anyone else uses it)?

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Gerad

Gerad kept up his own fire on the scattering thugs right up until the point that Sven brought the Chimera into play and brought the fight to a rather spectacular and definite end; all except for one human. He had to give the male credit, it took nerve to keep popping away at a tank with a little slug thrower like that.

While Silas and Cyne when to speak with the poor bastard, Gerad made a quick survey of the battlefield. The gear on the bodies that hadn’t been reduced to ash by the various flavors of plasma weapons was disconcertingly mediocre. Knock-off tac-gear copied from stuff that’d been retired years ago and the same thing could be said about the weapons. Annoyed that there wasn’t anything interesting to salvage this time, he made his way back to Silas and the others.

Finally getting a look at their new ‘friend’, he let out a short chuckle. ”If only all dem wuz nice ‘nuff to come t’ us.” Clambering up onto the back of the truck, he took a look around and poked Gorcht, sort of, carefully with an armoured foot. ”Gott’s a say Boss, no tha’ tick’d by these fella. Mos’ dem kit should’a been skragg’d ‘fore these fellas born. Only thing worth Ancestor’s Piss I seen been them clank suits an’ spookies we stomped, and da’ big boi right ‘ere.” He added, waving to the tank with on of his secondary arms.”Militia spec no’ even call dis set Reserves.”

Since things things seemed to have calmed down, and with Silas calling for a ReSup and breather, Gerad carefully moved Gorcht off of the gun truck and set him somewhere out from under foot. Once the supply pack landed, he retrieved a breathing mask before parking himself back on the truck. Exiting his armour, he slipped on his breather and activated a rapid repair mode. ” ‘S a mite un-nice t’ be in der…nannies’ll use y’ fer spares if y’ not watch’n.” Stepping away from his battered looking armour, a stream of sliver composed entirely of nanobots swarmed out of the micro-assembler, first enveloping the armour and then spreading out across the truck; after a few moments the truck looked like it was beginning to dissolve as the nanobots scavanged it for base materials to affect repairs on Gerad’s armour.

While that was getting going, he snagged a drink and a snack from the pod before heading for the Chimera. ”Dunno ‘ow much I c’n fix th’ big heat,” He said, motioning to the nominally working plasma cannon. ”But ah should be able t’ fix th’ limpin’ somewhat.” As with anything Garundin, as soon as he’d heard Silas planing the ReSup pods, he’d made sure there was as extensive as tool supply as possible on board. Now equipped with said tools, he set to work on the damaged lift engine humming an old Militia war song as he worked.

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@ShiningSector My first thought when I read your post was '2008 isn't that old'...I guess that's what happens when you're driving somthing made in the '70s