BigPapaBelial

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

One of the concepts I wanted to use for a villain involved a large cannon like that.

@Senhara

I do not see the problem. :3

Do it!

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

@Aptrgangr

Anything under a 30mm on one of these machines is a pop shooter my friend. A gatling 90mm sounds perfect.

I actually seem to remember though I may be wrong, there was a weapon in AC2, that was a twinned 150mm light artillery back attachment. Powerful, but slow firing, and had like 10 rounds.

Dead Presidents

@Ever Faithful@DeadDrop

Are we even going to have time to expand the Black Market Trade? This RP isn't very long is it? I mean if we're already going into the heist in RP the next day.

I'm just wondering you know?

Goblins of the Wilds

Well hell, I'm a day behind, I thought it was Thursday

Goblins of the Wilds

He told me in Discord yesterday he'll post by...Today sometimes or Friday. @Searat @Aristocles

Dead Presidents

Johhny suddenly launched himself to his feet. And proclaimed as he did, "Alright! I'm leaving my lil' friends here." The five insect drones let out a chorus of cheers, raising up on hind legs to thrust fore legs into the air like they are giving arm pumps. After that they leap off Johnny's shoulders and chest and scamper about, finding places to watch the goings on. The Rigger isn't going to miss much by the looks of it. One of them even skitters up, along the table, over Kurt's arm briefly, onto the lip of the suit case and then peers into the case curiously. Johnny grins, "I'm going to go see to that Buffalo, yo!"

He turns and heads out. Up the ramp path to the door out of the building. Though Johnny isn't there in person, his Drones tweet and skitter about. Watching listening for the man.

Outside there's a beep, and before what looked like a PoS rusting hulk shudders. The camo-chrome shimmering, and revealing the beauty beneath, a beautiful retooled and tuned up Tesrolet 2020 Scorpion muscle car, pride of the Tesla/Chevrolet merger. A big block, powerful car, seats five, he'd pulled part of the team out in it once even. One of his favorite rides. As he approaches the car beeps again bio-sensors crediting him coming near, and starting the car with a roar. Slipping into the car and plugging the Rigger Jack into the data jack on the back of his neck, and he's one with the car. With a roar he peels on out into the street. And makes his way back to his garage and home. Gotta pull that Ablewerth Buffalo out of it's place, get his drones to start painting it over. May take all night. He won't miss a thing at the meeting though. Not a chance.

Dead Presidents

Darn right we posting son! Get the most out of this.

Dead Presidents

Johnny hums sucking on his weed stick. The fragant scent wafting up into the air above him, he made sure not to give Ashy a snootful though. When she verfied his curiousity he grinned brightly, "Ashy! My girl!" He reaches up stealing a fist bump off her, "You girl are the best. Helping lil' ol' Johnny out." He sniffed and let out a cloud of weed smoke, "I got this then. SecuRanks Blue, Silver and Copper. Yeah man I can have my drones paint the Buffalo Combat Wagon up perfect. More then enough room for anyone who wants to hop along. He tapped out the weed stick on the ratty arm chair arm rest then slots it away for later.

He takes a moment to look around at the rest of the group. Fuck it feel like forever now. The Dead Presidents. Damn what a bunch, Ash, Kurt, Kevin, and Alex too. Damn it'd be a thing to leave this all behind. But they called it, this is the time to get out. No crew no matter how good they are, can stay ahead of the tide. They could likely go on for another couple of years maybe atleast eight more. But they'd all start to slow down. Even him, it's getting harder and harder to pull back out of his drones and cars. Easier and easier to do his day to day errands as one of his drones. There's terms for it. Everything from nasty stuff like, "Jack Sickness" to just plain losing the fight to return to the meat body. He shook his head, one of his little drones reaching up to place a metal leg on his cheek worriedly.

He shook himself out of his reverie, "Fuck me..." He mutters, then looks over to Kurt, "Guys got a point. We gonna leave this last one with a bang right? Do it like that, and no one will forget the Dead Presidents."

Goblins of the Wilds

Koglan let his hammer fall one last time. The billet complete. And the time late. He looked out a window, hearing someone yelling for help. He stepped to the door of his forge, looking about, then hearing it again, body heat high and steam from his work filtering into the air above him he set off steadily to the location of the shout for help. Entering the gate area he spotted the guard and in his arms, isn't that young Griz? The old goblin hurries close, "Here let me help." He growled out, "Take his loot bag, and let us get this young man to his home. Then fetch one of the healers. He's going to need it perhaps." He takes Griz from the guard's arms, and with the ease of a goblin holding a great deal of strength in his shoulders and arms, he lifts Griz, and trying to remember which hut is Griz he carries him that way.

Soon he's shouldering open the door to Griz's hut, or what he assumes is Griz's hut. He doesn't bother to look around to make sure it isn't. He makes a beeline for the nearest bed. And places Griz down in it, "Here then." He looks about and spots the guard, "Put his loot bag down, and find a healer you silly goblin!" He calls. Then turns back to Griz, "What did you go and get up too I wonder." The old Goblin's eyes narrow, "But this...is quite a sojourn. Yes." He stands and waits for the return of the guard and the healer, "You I believe have earned my iron Griz." He looks over at the stone spear that the guard brought with them, going over to grab it, and as a healer and the guard return he nods and sets off, taking the spear with him, "Tell him, when he wakes, to come and visit me." He tells the guard and healer.

It's not long after that, that the sound of Koglan's hammer can be heard from his forge again. A long, thick billet being hammered away at, the head of a spear by the looks of it.

Dead Presidents

A skitter, and the world turns upside down. Quick movement, and a jolting jump. Johnny Buzzkill is glassy eyed and non responsive as Kevin speaks. He doesn't nod, he doesn't even seem to be aware he's being spoken too just then. Until a six legged little bug drone skitters up onto the table, followed by one...two...three no...four more! Johnny is paying attention alright. But not in the way one would expect, the Rigger Driver is everywhere at the moment. His meat body smiling as the little drones skitter about the holo table, taking everything in. One of them skittering right up too Kevin, another up to Fake, both of them synchronized making a cackling sound before skittering over to Johnny and climbing up onto his shoulders, two on either shoulder and one on his chest. He lets out a chuckle, "Don't worry boss, you trust your driver. I'll get us there."

Johnny's eyes seem to roll forward as he resume meat functions, "I'll get you lot to the back end there, and we can get in deep yeah?" His drones let out various versions of cheering and squeals of agreement. He nods, "I have a big Buffalo combat wagon, I can mod it some and have my drones paint it to look like a security truck. SecuRanks maybe? Do we know what kind of security they use? If I can get an idea I can better camo the truck. One of the big corps? Or is it one of those little fuck off security outfits that pop up before being gobbled up by ArmaTech Securities? The more information the better I can do you know?" He sniffed, one of his drones skittering down his chest, reaching into a pocket and then carrying a weed stick up, setting it to his lip, a second drone flicking a match so he can light it, "But don't you worry, everything will be ready." Johnny grins broadly around the end of his weed stick, white smoke snaking up from the lit end.