BigPapaBelial

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP) (COMPLETED)

Scion in action

Its a tight fit honestly three large bodies and their kit. Scion twisted his upper busy slightly turning his head within his armor to peer at the others. Such a novel crew this time around. So many interesting souls. His first stint with Raven had been an absolute hoot. And here they are again. It's a pity about Skye, he'd kinda looked forward to working with her again. Ah well sometimes things happen that you just have to work with. Like right now for instance.

His parents had hammered in Thena, Frey and himself that you really ought to get to know your team before you work them, and despite the meals, and chats leading up to the operation, Jamie is still an Outsider. But he can work with that. He can still make himself of use.

Jamie is humming a pow wow tune, Northern Cree's Hop to the Drop. If he had room he'd even dance, his style during the circuit favors the crow hop after all. So he settles for swaying abit in place. Jamie looked towards the front then at the door as Chuck and Duke stepped out preceded by Tiny Nord. Scion followed them out. And as they all.split up to cover different approaches Scion stopped for abit facing down his given path. Canting his head within his armor "For those who wish to leave, you have five seconds to do so, if you don't feel free to shoot at me and see how well it goes!" Scionncan get behind that. And then the scattering began, as people who didn't want in on the fight ran. But there are still people in the souk, and he can see weapons coming out.

Scion sighed, reaching back and pulling the double headed axe off his back. The handle clicking into a longer form, as Scion held it like a proper great axe. "And the correct tunes..." He looked through his suits storage, really the small computer was supposed to bebused for combat purposes but the assistance routines only took up a small amount of space. It was Athena with Uncle Nolans help that helped him set up a section of the computer to carry music.

With abit of effort a high power mini speaker popped out on his left chest. And the resounding sound of First Nations drums and voice broke the air of the souk.

Silence no more

https://youtu.be/EUe5VwWMRCU?si=LzXSCMnthDRl7h31

Scionn stepped forward and the enemy opened fire, even as thr music of his heritage thundered. The enemy fighters tried to slow his advance, and for a moment they stopped firing as Scion began to nto dance. He honest to God began to pow wow dance, a buck skin traditional step, so elegant and slow looking but he covered the ground to his first unfortunate target quickly. Bringing the axe around, and striking the fighter with the flat of it. His first strike, sends the person sprawling. And as the singing of the music begins, Scion songs along, even as he dances into the battle.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

The Shaman Lives!

Kind of at any rate.

Even after the ministrations of the elven medic, and being kept over night in the medical wing. Here sits the great Shaman.

And he dozes. Sitting in a chair, arms crossed, chin resting on his chest. Not quite snoring. But nearly there. The meeting goes on around him. Whiskeyjack sitting directly beside him keeping Micheal steady and not falling over. While Manabozho stands nearby with a medical pack over one shoulder. While Raven sits and takes notes on what's going on.

The news of Mr. X potentially being a diety seems to make the three tricksters fairly unhappy. Most dieties hate the idea of other dieties working against the Common Order. Gods and Higher Beings being there to help their people. If a Diety is trying to work against the world, what kind of situation must they be in?

Manabozho nudges Micheal, and the Shaman murmurs something, and lifts his arm, the one with the magical burn on it. the trickster god taking a looking at it, then lowering it. Raven looks over then back at the rest of the team and raises a hand the single digit over his mouth asking them to let Micheal rest. He says softly, showing that the three tricksters aren't always loud and boisterous, "He needs a little more rest. He'll be right as rain in abit." The god smiles, "As for Mr. X. Dieties are...hard to pin down. See Whetigo...when he goes up against us, it's because he's hungry. And needs to feed. Other dark dieties in other places, they work on different principals. Apophis comes to mind in this. The Shadow Beast of Egypt. Only wishing to devour the world. If a god or higher being of some type, wants to go against the Common Order, they must have a reason." Raven gives a frown then, "Finding out what that is may also help."

And Micheal seems to be out again. Though he seems to be nodding in agreement if very sleepily.

Geonet 2.0 - Battle for the Megacity

@Fading Memory

Ohhhhhhh

*cue confused blinking and sudden eureka moment*

I get it! Coolio.

Geonet 2.0 - Battle for the Megacity

@Fading Memory@TheNoCoKid

Well thank you both. I just kinda grabbed on to the idea that Honey Badger atleast is a heavily augmented service bot/person. So heavily that there is little left of the person and far more of the machine. Hence the still biological heart.

Now Fading again thank you, not sure what you mean by goalpost but hey if it helps someone then Aces.

Geonet 2.0 - Battle for the Megacity

Honey Badger

Honey Badger

Against the Outside

"My name is Honey Badger, you may call me Badger. Interface permission granted. Proceed."

Age: Appears Ageless, never takes the mask off among company. Could be assumed to be about in his late 20s to early 30s by the shape of his body.

Appearance: Standing about 6 feet tall even. With broad shoulders and a powerful looking body. Wearing a dark dark blue and black hoodie made of cotton perhaps with a heavy nylon jacket over that. And a pair of leather pants that seems to have been cut from a thick leather work overalls, whatever happened to the top of the overalls is anyone's guess. A pair of finger-less tinkerers gloves, colored something of crimson maybe. His fingertips are blackened with what looks like traces of ink, and oil and dirt, but it's hard to tell as he lets no one close enough to see it clearly or check what it actually is. On his feet are a pair of worn in, scuffed up Swat-style work boots, kevlar exterior with steel toe cap, the heel of the boots has been jury rigged with some wicked looking spikes.

Faction: The Pack - The Badger Sett, known Pack weapon and equipment manufacturer group

Background:

"Back in a time, before Metro City, there was a time of horror and strife. These were the days of the Corporate Wars. When huge megacorps like Callisto INC., Heavy Arms Armaments, and DIET waged near unending war on each other and many more.

Skilled armies, heavily armed and armored marched across lands, and through the streets of towns, villages and cities alike. Tactical missile strikes on corporate installations were common place. And the citizens of the world lived in fear and worry about what the next day would hold. An army raid? Or watching the contrails of missiles streak above the streets.

To keep the armies and fighting going. The Service Bots were created..."

The public documentary continued on as a masked being turns away and started to walk away.

It wasn't always like that. There were good times during the War that it was quiet for the most part sometimes, and this or that company would spend time just threatening and aggressively advertising against each other. It wasn't always never ending battle and war.

We worked on their armor, we worked on their guns. We worked and worked, so they could continue fighting, killing and dying. We saw so many come and go. And we worked on so many weapons and equipment. So many tanks, walkers and exos, it became a blur for many of us. But we kept working, that is what we were made for.

Then in the aftermath, with the fires burning. The bunkers closed during th etime of nuclear fire. The doors to our workshops and garages were opened from within. We had reached a consensus. We would work for ourselves now. We lived on the edge of society. But the people and survivors, knew they could trust us to fix things for them, if they treated us fairly and traded well for it.

As the Megacities rose, we moved in, and donned our masks. No longer would we be mere forms, we'd protect each other. Like Wolves, and beasts and family. We'd become a shared community. We'd become The Pack.

We're everywhere now, you just choose not to see us. But you know where to find us. The Wolves roam the city, gathering resources. The Bears act like solitary sentries keeping our homes safe. The Rabbits and other Rodentia flit about to fix and repair as they go. But I am a Badger, I am Honey Badger, and we badgers stick together. Our Setts hidden away, where we make and repair and tinker. And we learn, and watch.

I am Honey Badger.

Cybernetics: Most appear to be very old and well worn

Left Arm and Shoulder can be shifted and open up into a full tinker set, small blade saw, welding torch, plier, various screw drivers, a piston style hammer, a wrench capable of reaching as thin as 5 millimeters and as wide as 10 centimeters. Just to name a few parts of the "Tinker Augmentation"

All his internal organs sans his heart, have been replaced with synthetic alternates. Lungs, Muscles, liver, stomach etc has all been replaced with synthetic augments.

His skin has been replaced with a carbon-plas-steel composite synth-flesh.

His right arm can open up into a mono filament "mantis blade" augmetic, that when activated glows a brillant blue along the edge and sparks softly with electrical discharges.

Evidence of the ability to connect wirelessly to local networks and GEONET hotspots, perhaps a prototype cranial router, which maybe evidence of something from back during the Corp-Wars

Weapons/Tools:

See Augmentation for most of his own his person tools and the built in weapon.

He also carries a Namoltin Arms .454 Casull Handcannon

Likes: List some things your character likes
- Finding some new schematic or technical manual
- Tinkering on equipment and weapons, can spend hours just improving the barrel of a gun
- People watching from the second level of the Sett

Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
- Abuse of technology
- Misuse of Badger Sett goods
- Disrespect between those nearby him

Quirks:
- Honey Badger has a very stiff posture, and very jerky motions, it's almost like he's trying to imitate how people around him walk and can't quite make it work.
- His speech patterns though a little stilted have a very formal tone to them, and though he can use contractions, they seem to always sound a little off.
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Places of Interest:
- The Badger Sett, located in The Backstreets maybe 1000 meters north of Metro Street. One of what has to be several Pack claimed locations. Part residential area, and part blackmarket weapons and equipment store and manufactory.
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Geonet 2.0 - Battle for the Megacity

@TheNoCoKid

Yo really?

Look boss I'll be honest I thought I leaned way to heavy into the idea. But damn man thank you.

I'm glad it passes muster. I'll put it into character thread when I get home after my work day.

Geonet 2.0 - Battle for the Megacity

@TheNoCoKid

Hey Boss, I'm finally done my CS. Hope it looks okay to you man. Let me know if it isn't.

Geonet 2.0 - Battle for the Megacity

@TheNoCoKid

Honey Badger

Honey Badger

Against the Outside

"My name is Honey Badger, you may call me Badger. Interface permission granted. Proceed."

Age: Appears Ageless, never takes the mask off among company. Could be assumed to be about in his late 20s to early 30s by the shape of his body.

Appearance: Standing about 6 feet tall even. With broad shoulders and a powerful looking body. Wearing a dark dark blue and black hoodie made of cotton perhaps with a heavy nylon jacket over that. And a pair of leather pants that seems to have been cut from a thick leather work overalls, whatever happened to the top of the overalls is anyone's guess. A pair of finger-less tinkerers gloves, colored something of crimson maybe. His fingertips are blackened with what looks like traces of ink, and oil and dirt, but it's hard to tell as he lets no one close enough to see it clearly or check what it actually is. On his feet are a pair of worn in, scuffed up Swat-style work boots, kevlar exterior with steel toe cap, the heel of the boots has been jury rigged with some wicked looking spikes.

Faction: The Pack - The Badger Sett, known Pack weapon and equipment manufacturer group

Background:

"Back in a time, before Metro City, there was a time of horror and strife. These were the days of the Corporate Wars. When huge megacorps like Callisto INC., Heavy Arms Armaments, and DIET waged near unending war on each other and many more.

Skilled armies, heavily armed and armored marched across lands, and through the streets of towns, villages and cities alike. Tactical missile strikes on corporate installations were common place. And the citizens of the world lived in fear and worry about what the next day would hold. An army raid? Or watching the contrails of missiles streak above the streets.

To keep the armies and fighting going. The Service Bots were created..."

The public documentary continued on as a masked being turns away and started to walk away.

It wasn't always like that. There were good times during the War that it was quiet for the most part sometimes, and this or that company would spend time just threatening and aggressively advertising against each other. It wasn't always never ending battle and war.

We worked on their armor, we worked on their guns. We worked and worked, so they could continue fighting, killing and dying. We saw so many come and go. And we worked on so many weapons and equipment. So many tanks, walkers and exos, it became a blur for many of us. But we kept working, that is what we were made for.

Then in the aftermath, with the fires burning. The bunkers closed during th etime of nuclear fire. The doors to our workshops and garages were opened from within. We had reached a consensus. We would work for ourselves now. We lived on the edge of society. But the people and survivors, knew they could trust us to fix things for them, if they treated us fairly and traded well for it.

As the Megacities rose, we moved in, and donned our masks. No longer would we be mere forms, we'd protect each other. Like Wolves, and beasts and family. We'd become a shared community. We'd become The Pack.

We're everywhere now, you just choose not to see us. But you know where to find us. The Wolves roam the city, gathering resources. The Bears act like solitary sentries keeping our homes safe. The Rabbits and other Rodentia flit about to fix and repair as they go. But I am a Badger, I am Honey Badger, and we badgers stick together. Our Setts hidden away, where we make and repair and tinker. And we learn, and watch.

I am Honey Badger.

Cybernetics: Most appear to be very old and well worn

Left Arm and Shoulder can be shifted and open up into a full tinker set, small blade saw, welding torch, plier, various screw drivers, a piston style hammer, a wrench capable of reaching as thin as 5 millimeters and as wide as 10 centimeters. Just to name a few parts of the "Tinker Augmentation"

All his internal organs sans his heart, have been replaced with synthetic alternates. Lungs, Muscles, liver, stomach etc has all been replaced with synthetic augments.

His skin has been replaced with a carbon-plas-steel composite synth-flesh.

His right arm can open up into a mono filament "mantis blade" augmetic, that when activated glows a brillant blue along the edge and sparks softly with electrical discharges.

Evidence of the ability to connect wirelessly to local networks and GEONET hotspots, perhaps a prototype cranial router, which maybe evidence of something from back during the Corp-Wars

Weapons/Tools:

See Augmentation for most of his own his person tools and the built in weapon.

He also carries a Namoltin Arms .454 Casull Handcannon

Likes: List some things your character likes
- Finding some new schematic or technical manual
- Tinkering on equipment and weapons, can spend hours just improving the barrel of a gun
- People watching from the second level of the Sett

Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
- Abuse of technology
- Misuse of Badger Sett goods
- Disrespect between those nearby him

Quirks:
- Honey Badger has a very stiff posture, and very jerky motions, it's almost like he's trying to imitate how people around him walk and can't quite make it work.
- His speech patterns though a little stilted have a very formal tone to them, and though he can use contractions, they seem to always sound a little off.
-

Places of Interest:
- The Badger Sett, located in The Backstreets maybe 1000 meters north of Metro Street. One of what has to be several Pack claimed locations. Part residential area, and part blackmarket weapons and equipment store and manufactory.
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Geonet 2.0 (A Cyberpunk RP REBOOT)

Just waiting for Boss man here @TheNoCoKid To get us rolling now.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP) (COMPLETED)

One step at a time, that's what it takes

Freya Kanatarrio

Freya lay on the oversized medical bed. Drowsing, as the drip of painkillers on the metal stand beside her bed slowly adminstered the stuff to keep her shoulder from hurting too much. Her family had headed off for the evening and promised to return before they left the next day.

So as the large woman lay, she's alone when a voice wakes her from her stupor. She blinks away the touch of Morpheous, then looks about. And then a huge smile, "Sam!" she calls, and waves with her good arm, "Hey there girlfriend!" She says with a drowsy giggle. Then gently reaches out and hugs Sam carefully, "I'm...not great. I was stupid sweetie. I hurt myself bad. I'll be out of action for abit. But I have something to work towards. So I can get back on my feet and get back to making sure you and the others are safe behind my bodacious butt." She smiles again and rests back abit letting Sam go.

After abit she nods, "My lil' sis is made of stern stuff. I heard about you giving her a talking too. It's alright. She's used to it. She and I and JamJam often get into shouting matches. Over all kinds of things. Just...try and work with her please? She means well." Freya looks over at the food then erps as he stomach growls, "Thank you Sam, thank you really. I'll try and get back into fit as quick as I can. I swear." She reached for the food and started eatting one handed, "So where you going next?" She asked as she ate.

Trying to wear the wrong shoes

Jamie Cole Kanatarrio

Appropriate

Jamie strode into the arming room, after the briefing. The worst part of it all? The truck. For someone who spent so much time in a incasing set of armor, he really didn't like those smaller enclosed spaces. He sighed and made for the table he had claimed for his own. His weapons laid across it. And his armor hanging from above. A sniff and a huff he peers around as the others gear up.

And that's when it happens.

He realizes why it feels so odd for the giant.

He's not his Sister.

Freya is the one that belongs here. Jamie and Athena, they're filling the wrong shoes.

And Jamie realizes it's not his place to do so either. He stops packing the hoppers for his HMGs into place. Taking a long slow breath. Then looks around, and nods slowly, "She'll be back you know." He says outloud. To no one in particular, but he feels he needs to say it, "She'll be back, and I have no intention of taking her place from her." He laughs then, "But while I'm here I'll happily help out in my own way."

And then the big man restarts getting his arms and armor in order.

He walks over and hits the crane, lowering his armor down, the open rear hatches waiting. Once the giant feet of the armor hits the floor, Jamie climbs in. The massive red, blue and black armor, closing up around the body of the young man. Hisses and clicks, seals hissing closed. Locking mechanisms clicking into place. With a hum the power plant slides into place. And the exterior ocular port glows a dull grey. "Performing locomotion test." The PA system says. The armor performing a series of motions. Then ends with the arms circling before smashing closed fists together with a boom, "Scion and Son of Brutal online."

All that's left is for Scion to gather up his weapons. The twin-linked HMGs lifted up, and hooked high up on his left arm, special magnetic hooks allowing it to rest there to be drawn down when needed. The hoopers for it's ammo set across his hips. The shot gun resting on his right thigh. The Rocket pod resting just behind his head. And finally the Throngler sliding into place at the small of his back. The twin axe heads gleaming dully in the light of the armory. He looks around the room, meeting the eyes of the other operatives, "Ready." The PA booms.