Coin chuckled lightly. "That's really interesting. I wonder if we could work that into weaponry. It'd probably end up being totally exclusive to you as the user, though,..." Coin trailed off, before blushing. "Not that I want to use you as a lab rat or anything! That's just an intriguing ability and not something I've really come across before," Coin added quickly, raising a hand up in defense.
"Yeah, I'm a bit of a tech nerd, I guess. I'm really into weapons development and stuff. Before this I was filling contracts that the UN told me to handle as well as dealing with any weapons mods the boys on the ground asked for. Spent ten years in school learning how to do all this shit and it finally paid off," Coin smiled warmly, feeling much more relaxed by this point. "Bit and I were just comparing our explosive solutions of choice. I'm more of an HE round kind of girl, while Bit has these fancy magnet bombs over here," Coin prodded lightly. "Anyways, if you ever feel like you need a little extra something out of a gun, I'm the girl to go to," she shrugged nonchalantly.
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with the amount of mechanical/technical ability we've got in the team, our capacity for boom is pretty damn high right about now. Coin's thesis paper for her doctorate explored the integration of magic with weaponry, so I'm sure she'd be more than happy to explore hybrid weaponry.
thanks for the tech note, btw Hail! that wasn't something I had considered but that's kind of a big deal.
thanks for the tech note, btw Hail! that wasn't something I had considered but that's kind of a big deal.
if you guys feel that it's time to move forward to the briefing, I'm totally okay with that, too.
Coin examined the magnet bomb, nodding approvingly. "I like your style, Bit. Versatility is good, but I prefer building my guns to excel in certain areas. If I had my rifle, I could explain more. To each their own, though," she grinned, handing Bit's datapad back.
Turning to face the woman that had approached them, Coin smiled warmly. "I'm Natalia Ricard. But most people call me Coin." She returned the handshake, simultaneously giving Ashley an once over. "Tech manipulation, huh? What does that mean, exactly?" Coin inquired, her curiosity getting the best of her. The term sounded exotic, and Coin wondered exactly what tech manipulation entailed.
Coin felt a small wave of relief come over her. It was nice meeting another human on the team. Call it xenophobia, but Coin was slightly unnerved by the prospect of being on a team with so many different species. It was a new experience, and not one that she could say she was totally comfortable with. Though, Ashley was a merc, and Coin was military, and Coin wasn't entirely sure if that would impede in any way. She hoped not.
Turning to face the woman that had approached them, Coin smiled warmly. "I'm Natalia Ricard. But most people call me Coin." She returned the handshake, simultaneously giving Ashley an once over. "Tech manipulation, huh? What does that mean, exactly?" Coin inquired, her curiosity getting the best of her. The term sounded exotic, and Coin wondered exactly what tech manipulation entailed.
Coin felt a small wave of relief come over her. It was nice meeting another human on the team. Call it xenophobia, but Coin was slightly unnerved by the prospect of being on a team with so many different species. It was a new experience, and not one that she could say she was totally comfortable with. Though, Ashley was a merc, and Coin was military, and Coin wasn't entirely sure if that would impede in any way. She hoped not.
Character name - Krystina Markov
Nickname - Krys, callsign “Wolf Zero”
Position - Fighter pilot/Starfighter squad leader
Species - Human
Gender - Female
Age - 29
Appearance -
Her left hand is cybernetic, assisting reaction times by fractions of a second. Fractions may be small, but they’re appreciated when they start to mean life or death.
Height - 5’4
Weight - 115 lbs
Apparel - Her flight suit is what’s shown in her appearance picture, though the orange is replaced with a sky blue color.
Out of combat, she wears a white tank top and brown cargo pants, with black boots. And, like every cocky ace pilot, Krystina has a pair of steel aviators. If it’s cold, she’ll throw on a black leather biker jacket.
Weapons - Krystina carries a small machine pistol for personal defense, in case things get hairy, and man is she proud of it.
The Medium Ranged Automatic Machine Pistol, known colloquially as the Miramap, is a fully automatic machine pistol carrying twenty rounds per magazine. Effective up to medium ranged engagements, the Miramap is a trusty sidearm that has pulled Krystina out of countless combat situations.
Krystina also wields a standard-issue combat knife. For when things need to get a little old school.
Equipment - Subdermal communications implant, capable of being tuned via Krystina’s pad on her wrist, the pad on her wrist which serves as a sort of small computer, and an emergency beacon. Just in case.
Skills - Considered one of the most talented fighter pilots of her generation, anyone that has seen Krystina fly likens it to watching an Olympic figure skater. Her talent in the cockpit is unmatched. She also maintains peak physical condition. Trained in hand-to-hand combat, Krystina is both lethal in a fighter and in close quarters.
Weaknesses - She lacks firearms training beyond basic training, and often lets her cockiness get the best of her. Overconfidence is often her downfall, sometimes forcing others to keep her in check just so she stays alive.
Powers - nah
Likes - Flying, physical fitness, people that know what they’re doing, and an ice cold beer with a pack of cigarettes when she has a moment to relax.
Dislikes - Laziness, people that don’t know what they’re doing, and people with a moral compass that does not align with hers. She’s stubborn that way.
Fears - Drowning and facing ultimatums. The only two things that are guaranteed to break her resolve.
Personality - Incredibly confident in every way, Krystina can come off as brash and abrasive at first. However, the longer one gets accustomed to her cockiness, the friendlier and more lighthearted it seems. She cares intensely for her colleagues and more so for her friends, though it’s hard to tell behind how much she seems to care about only herself.
Biography - Born during the Moscow winter, Krystina’s father believed from the very start that she would be made of steel. He was soon proven correct, as Krystina solidified herself as the toughest kid in the neighborhood by age 13. She regularly got into fights with other kids, and she almost always won. She was sent to boarding school in an effort to reel in her misbehavior, but she only continued to be a firecracker until she turned 18.
Through all her fights and misconduct, Krystina dreamed of space. She always wanted to fly, and took every chance she could to watch the ships enter and exit the local spaceport. Nothing pleased her more than the sounds of the engines firing up and the rapid displacement of air as starships shot away.
So, she joined the E.S.C. military. Trained to be a fighter pilot and was best in her class. She got her first starfighter at 24, and was stationed on the S.S. Cairo as the leader of the ship’s fighter squad. She saw most of her action fighting pirates and squashing small rebellions, and her reputation quickly grew as one of the best fighter pilots around. When the Durendal was put into service, Krystina was assigned as the ace fighter pilot and leader of the fighter squadron of the ship.
Nickname - Krys, callsign “Wolf Zero”
Position - Fighter pilot/Starfighter squad leader
Species - Human
Gender - Female
Age - 29
Appearance -
Her left hand is cybernetic, assisting reaction times by fractions of a second. Fractions may be small, but they’re appreciated when they start to mean life or death.
Height - 5’4
Weight - 115 lbs
Apparel - Her flight suit is what’s shown in her appearance picture, though the orange is replaced with a sky blue color.
Out of combat, she wears a white tank top and brown cargo pants, with black boots. And, like every cocky ace pilot, Krystina has a pair of steel aviators. If it’s cold, she’ll throw on a black leather biker jacket.
Weapons - Krystina carries a small machine pistol for personal defense, in case things get hairy, and man is she proud of it.
The Medium Ranged Automatic Machine Pistol, known colloquially as the Miramap, is a fully automatic machine pistol carrying twenty rounds per magazine. Effective up to medium ranged engagements, the Miramap is a trusty sidearm that has pulled Krystina out of countless combat situations.
Krystina also wields a standard-issue combat knife. For when things need to get a little old school.
Equipment - Subdermal communications implant, capable of being tuned via Krystina’s pad on her wrist, the pad on her wrist which serves as a sort of small computer, and an emergency beacon. Just in case.
Skills - Considered one of the most talented fighter pilots of her generation, anyone that has seen Krystina fly likens it to watching an Olympic figure skater. Her talent in the cockpit is unmatched. She also maintains peak physical condition. Trained in hand-to-hand combat, Krystina is both lethal in a fighter and in close quarters.
Weaknesses - She lacks firearms training beyond basic training, and often lets her cockiness get the best of her. Overconfidence is often her downfall, sometimes forcing others to keep her in check just so she stays alive.
Powers - nah
Likes - Flying, physical fitness, people that know what they’re doing, and an ice cold beer with a pack of cigarettes when she has a moment to relax.
Dislikes - Laziness, people that don’t know what they’re doing, and people with a moral compass that does not align with hers. She’s stubborn that way.
Fears - Drowning and facing ultimatums. The only two things that are guaranteed to break her resolve.
Personality - Incredibly confident in every way, Krystina can come off as brash and abrasive at first. However, the longer one gets accustomed to her cockiness, the friendlier and more lighthearted it seems. She cares intensely for her colleagues and more so for her friends, though it’s hard to tell behind how much she seems to care about only herself.
Biography - Born during the Moscow winter, Krystina’s father believed from the very start that she would be made of steel. He was soon proven correct, as Krystina solidified herself as the toughest kid in the neighborhood by age 13. She regularly got into fights with other kids, and she almost always won. She was sent to boarding school in an effort to reel in her misbehavior, but she only continued to be a firecracker until she turned 18.
Through all her fights and misconduct, Krystina dreamed of space. She always wanted to fly, and took every chance she could to watch the ships enter and exit the local spaceport. Nothing pleased her more than the sounds of the engines firing up and the rapid displacement of air as starships shot away.
So, she joined the E.S.C. military. Trained to be a fighter pilot and was best in her class. She got her first starfighter at 24, and was stationed on the S.S. Cairo as the leader of the ship’s fighter squad. She saw most of her action fighting pirates and squashing small rebellions, and her reputation quickly grew as one of the best fighter pilots around. When the Durendal was put into service, Krystina was assigned as the ace fighter pilot and leader of the fighter squadron of the ship.
i love this! i'm working on a CS right now! thinking of writing an ace fighter pilot, if that's alright?
Coin smirked. A gunsmith and a demolitions expert. That was a hell of a pair, right there.
"The thing about grenade launchers is that it places too much faith in the user. You have to hope they know how to angle their shots right in order to get that perfect arc to the target. See, if my guns need an explosive solution, I use one of these." Coin pulled a datapad from her lab coat and brought a schematic for explosive rounds onto the screen. She handed the datapad to Bit. "High explosive rounds don't quite pack the same amount of punch as a grenade launcher, but they're much more likely to score a hit, and when you can get a fully automatic weapon firing HE's at a target, accuracy overcomes firepower and the differences balance each other out," Coin explained, folding her arms. "Of course, then I have to modify the weapon itself to compensate for the extra kick, but that's usually no big deal. The user just has to deal with the added weight from whatever I decide to use to stabilize the extra energy. But I'm rambling," Coin chuckled.
She got to thinking about what purpose she'd be serving for this 'team.' A lot of these people looked pretty deadly already, and they probably had firepower of their own. Would she just be an in-house gunsmith? If so, hopefully she'd get a nice workshop. Or a lab. The facilities she'd grown used to on UN ships were pretty high-end, but Coin could only imagine what kind of resources the Assembly could pull. Coin began to twiddle her thumbs in anticipation. She couldn't wait to get to work on whatever it was that the Assembly had lying in wait.
"The thing about grenade launchers is that it places too much faith in the user. You have to hope they know how to angle their shots right in order to get that perfect arc to the target. See, if my guns need an explosive solution, I use one of these." Coin pulled a datapad from her lab coat and brought a schematic for explosive rounds onto the screen. She handed the datapad to Bit. "High explosive rounds don't quite pack the same amount of punch as a grenade launcher, but they're much more likely to score a hit, and when you can get a fully automatic weapon firing HE's at a target, accuracy overcomes firepower and the differences balance each other out," Coin explained, folding her arms. "Of course, then I have to modify the weapon itself to compensate for the extra kick, but that's usually no big deal. The user just has to deal with the added weight from whatever I decide to use to stabilize the extra energy. But I'm rambling," Coin chuckled.
She got to thinking about what purpose she'd be serving for this 'team.' A lot of these people looked pretty deadly already, and they probably had firepower of their own. Would she just be an in-house gunsmith? If so, hopefully she'd get a nice workshop. Or a lab. The facilities she'd grown used to on UN ships were pretty high-end, but Coin could only imagine what kind of resources the Assembly could pull. Coin began to twiddle her thumbs in anticipation. She couldn't wait to get to work on whatever it was that the Assembly had lying in wait.
Bit. Okay. His name was Bit and he liked explosives. Coin could work with that. She was always more comfortable when she was working on guns or talking about guns. Explosives and guns were close enough. Right?
Coin nodded in response to Bit. "Yeah. The UN sent me to school for like, a decade, just to study guns, really. I mean, I studied other things, who studies guns for ten years? I mean, I did. I mean-" Coin paused. She was about to start the third sentence in a row with 'I mean.' Poor form, girl. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. Guns. She loved guns. Coin could talk guns all day. She restarted, "I've been building guns since I was a kid. It was pretty weak shit back then, but the UN decided I must be good for something, so they sent me to school and I got degrees in weapons design and mechanical engineering, among other things. So, I spent the past six years doing anything from cleaning guns in an armory to building guns in a lab, and here I am. Someone decided my handiwork with all those guns could help somebody here." Coin smiled inside. She had pulled that off cleanly; no stutters, no hesitation. Talking about the one thing she loved more than anything bolstered her confidence.
"So yeah. I'm Doctor Coin, specializing in building really kickass guns. Some people say I might be some kind of genius, but I'm not so sure," Coin smiled, her posture notably reflecting her newfound confidence. Somehow, she seemed to have gained a couple inches in height.
Coin nodded in response to Bit. "Yeah. The UN sent me to school for like, a decade, just to study guns, really. I mean, I studied other things, who studies guns for ten years? I mean, I did. I mean-" Coin paused. She was about to start the third sentence in a row with 'I mean.' Poor form, girl. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. Guns. She loved guns. Coin could talk guns all day. She restarted, "I've been building guns since I was a kid. It was pretty weak shit back then, but the UN decided I must be good for something, so they sent me to school and I got degrees in weapons design and mechanical engineering, among other things. So, I spent the past six years doing anything from cleaning guns in an armory to building guns in a lab, and here I am. Someone decided my handiwork with all those guns could help somebody here." Coin smiled inside. She had pulled that off cleanly; no stutters, no hesitation. Talking about the one thing she loved more than anything bolstered her confidence.
"So yeah. I'm Doctor Coin, specializing in building really kickass guns. Some people say I might be some kind of genius, but I'm not so sure," Coin smiled, her posture notably reflecting her newfound confidence. Somehow, she seemed to have gained a couple inches in height.
Bitcoin dialogue has begun. B)
As the Tempu led the group into the common area, Coin felt more and more uncomfortable. It felt like the first day of school: everybody had branched off into their own little groups, conversing, and there were a few left straggling around. Well, you aren't going to get anything done just standing around, woman. Get it together and pick someone to talk to, Coin reasoned in her head, beginning to scan the room.
The first person she laid her eyes on was the Dirophyd that had been in the first group she had met upon entering the building. Coin recalled that Dirophyds were known for their engineering talent; hopefully that stereotype remained true here. Engineering was something Coin knew well. She brushed a hand through her hair before walking up to the Dirophyd confidently. "Hi," Coin waved awkwardly as she moved into his line of sight. "My name's Coin, but you probably know that because I introduced myself earlier, huh... So yeah. I'm a, uh... I'm an engineer of sorts. I like guns," Coin offered weakly. You are so fucking bad at this, Coin. You're just as bad as when you started high school twenty years ago, Coin told herself, shaking her head internally. She glanced from side to side, trying to take the conversation somewhere else. "I'm actually a doctor. For guns. I'm pretty good with guns." Coin made a mental note to slap herself when she was alone. This was embarrassing.
The first person she laid her eyes on was the Dirophyd that had been in the first group she had met upon entering the building. Coin recalled that Dirophyds were known for their engineering talent; hopefully that stereotype remained true here. Engineering was something Coin knew well. She brushed a hand through her hair before walking up to the Dirophyd confidently. "Hi," Coin waved awkwardly as she moved into his line of sight. "My name's Coin, but you probably know that because I introduced myself earlier, huh... So yeah. I'm a, uh... I'm an engineer of sorts. I like guns," Coin offered weakly. You are so fucking bad at this, Coin. You're just as bad as when you started high school twenty years ago, Coin told herself, shaking her head internally. She glanced from side to side, trying to take the conversation somewhere else. "I'm actually a doctor. For guns. I'm pretty good with guns." Coin made a mental note to slap herself when she was alone. This was embarrassing.
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