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In Test 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum



17 || Female || Britannian || Anti-Britannian

Physical Description

Shirley is a young, fair skinned Britannian girl standing 5'9. She has a lithe, but athletic frame with a slender figure. Her long orange hair drapes down past the middle of her back to just above her butt. The girl's eyes are a striking shade of yellowish-green, often drawing attention from her other features. She has a noticeable scar that starts in the middle of her abdomen and goes sharply upward at an angle.

Her typical attire is the standard Ashford Academy girl's uniform made up of a light yellow jacket with gold trims and black cuffs, a white long sleeved shirt, a dark green tie with the Ashford logo, a short black skirt, and black shoes with black knee socks. Even during time off from school she wears the uniform, only changing out of it when it would be inconvenient for her to be seen in it.

When out and about doing her 'job' Shirley dresses in *describe Invisible Knights outfit here*
Personality Traits
  • Willful
  • Vengeful
  • Emotionally deadened
  • Deceitful regarding her real feelings
Biography

Goal
• To exact revenge on the Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire.
Skills & Abilities

Knightmare Frame Piloting Experience: Though Shirley never received any formal training in the pilot or operation of Knightmare Frames she has experience using them. For a short time she rode in illegal Knightmare Races using civilian model MR-1s and Prytwens while living in Britannia. Though not involving combat (directly) the races were dangerous and often lethal. Shirley's survival in the races gave her valuable experience. Over the three years she has been with the Invisible Knights has operated Knightmare Frames frequently and used what was available to participate in resistance operations against Britannian military forces. Though not up to a professional standard, Shirley's abilities are formidable and made only more so by her willingness to risk her life.

Small Arms Proficiency: Again, nothing resembling formal training. Shirley however found ways to get a hold of old firearms when she was younger and practiced shooting when she could get away with it. During her three years fighting with the Invisible Knights she has become more familiar with pistols, SMGs, and other small firearms. Though she's better suited to fighting in a Knightmare Frame she's quick with a gun.

CQC: Shirley made it a point to learn as much as she could fighting with her bare hands. Her early years of trying to do so were crude and mainly involved getting into fist fights. She learned pretty quickly that she couldn't rely on raw strength to win any fights. As she got older and began to get involved with illegal activities, Shirley began to carry a knife with her. As of 2017 she's gotten very good with knives and always carries a Butterfly Knife hidden somewhere on her person.

Swimming and Diving: Shirley has been on the girl's swim team of Ashford Academy since she was a freshmen. Doing so has helped to keep her in good physical condition and has had the added benefit of making her a damn good swimming. Treading water for long periods of time, diving, and swimming quickly have become second nature to Shirley. This experience, combined with her Knightmare proficiency, gives her a chance in marine or underwater based combat.

Basic Maintenance: While not mechanically inclined, Shirley has picked up enough about Knightmare Frames to perform rudimentary repairs and maintenance. Though the already jury rigged and hacked together nature of most of the machines she pilots only machines this otherwise simple task all the more difficult.

Cooking...?: Shirley shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a stove or anything involving the preparation of food. Doing so will result in the slow, agonizing loss of human life.
Starting Knightmare Frame


In Test 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum
The date was August 10, 2010 of the imperial calendar.

Rights to Japan's underground resources had become a hotly disputed issue straining the already deep rooted diplomatic tensions between Japan and the Holy Empire of Britannia. Sakuradite, a vital natural resource, was located in tremendous quantities in Japan. Though the far east island nation held fast to its neutrality, it also controlled nearly 70% of the worlds supply of Sakuradite. Slowly they began to abuse their position to leverage power and gain economic prosperity.

And for their efforts the Holy Britannian Empire declared war.

In the deciding battle for the mainland, Britannian forces introduced into combat their latest weapon.

The humanoid autonomous armored knight known as the "Knightmare Frame".

Britannia's forces were far stronger then anticipated and the Knightmares obliterated the Japanese line of defense on the mainland with little effort. In less than a month Japan had been completely conquered and with its fall Britannian loomed as one of the only three superpowers.

Japan became a dominion of the Empire.

The country was stripped of its freedom, its rights, and its name.

Area 11.

The defeated and once proud nation of Japan was rechristened with a mere number.

Yet no sooner was it conquered did Britannia turn its eyes elsewhere seeking to further its reach and continue its campaign of conquest in other lands. As Britannia began to rebuild and develop their new dominion to fuel their military machine, they became blind to the danger lurking in the small nation. Completely unaware that one day someone would rise up to fight them, to challenge them, to destroy them.

But that was merely was was supposed to happen.


Several months earlier something happened that changed everything.

The most beloved wife of the Holy Britannian Emperor, Marianne vi Britannia, had been targeted for assassination.

Marianne was meant to be killed. Gunned down in the quiet of her own home while carrying her own daughter. Her gruesome death would lead to the exile of her children and the creation of a man who would stop at nothing to see the complete and total annihilation of Britannia...

But she did not die.

Security that was supposed to have been decreased had actually been tightened against Marianne's wishes. The assassins were found before they could carry out their plan. Though the assassins were either killed or took their own lives, their very presence left evidence for the Emperor to deduce who was the culprit behind the incident.

His own brother, V.V.

As children the Emperor had made a contract with his brother, who had come into a possession of a strange power. They swore to create a world devoid of lies.

Yet V.V was a hypocrite.

V.V had lied to his own flesh and blood. He denied trying to kill Marianne when in reality he had plotted her death out of nothing more then petty jealousy.

So the Emperor cast down his brother and sought to destroy him.

The organization V.V controlled, the Geass Order, became split. One half remained loyal to him and the other to the Emperor in the hopes the leader prior to V.V would one day make her return.

V.V fled and disappeared with his half of the Geass Order.

And thus Marianne survived.

The boy who was meant to be exiled instead grew up to be a cunning and ruthless Britannian prince.

And Japan's savior, the destroy of Britannia, would never come to be.



But with one change always comes more.

On September 7th, 2010 information no one was meant to know was exposed to seemingly random lower-class civilians within the Britannian populace.

The spread of the information would prove disastrous to the Emperor's plans and thus he rushed to contain the information through whatever means possible.

Countless innocents were killed to bury the secret as it was impossible to know just who the information had been shared with. Yet with enough killing the leak was plugged and the secret that had been revealed was once again buried.

Following the massacre the event was covered up. Disguised as a viscious terrorist attack aimed at the heart of Britannia itself.

Later known as the "Bloody 7th" the massacre could only be refuted by those that were there and bore witness to what happened.

Those who came forth with evidence or accounts to the contrary ended up ‘disappearing’ until only the silent witnesses remained.

Though they did not speak or even fully understood why the massacre took place, they knew who was responsible. Over time they came to question and eventually to hate Britannia.


In Test 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum


Holy Britannian Empire Knightmare Frames

Japanese Resistance Knightmare Frames

Europia United Knightmare Frames

Chinese Federation Knightmare Frames

Middle Eastern Federation

I'm completely unfamiliar with the original Vivid Recollections RP. However I'm in the mood for something horror related. I'm definitely interested.

#1: I'd prefer younger characters.

#2: I think a central incident of some kind would be the best, it'd provide a nice connection to characters who are likely strangers to one another at the start.




"Why the hell are we stuck here?"

"Opposed to what? Being stuck out in space?”


The northern hanger of Habitat 34 was abustle with its usual monotonous activity. Workers moved mechanically back and forth, loading and unloading cargo ships either by hand or via mobile worker. Large supply crates and barrels polluted the hanger, creating small towers and piles dotted about the edges of the large open room. Mining drop vessels and other ships meanwhile sat in drydock, eyed by those in the control tower in the ceiling who had nothing better to do but drink cheap synthetic coffee and write up citations for improper ship docking angles.

All the while two ZIMS-01 Redcoats stood, their backs to one of the three doors that allowed entrance to to the hanger itself.

“I mean this bullshit guard duty." One of the pilots, and impatient Munifex, elaborated.

"How many of the others got sent up to Annona to provide extra security? They're up there right now guarding the royal family, the people who control mars, who control the whole Empire. Meanwhile we're stuck guarding this crowded shitbox."

"You were the one who suggested we sign up for the Garrison. What did you think we were going to be doing?" His partner, another far calmer Munifex, responded. His own boredom prevented him from simply staying silent or chiding his teammate into speaking more properly.

“I thought we were going to be fighting! Putting down deviants, stopping plots against Mars, preserving the peace and making a name for ourselves. Not babysitting a bunch of fog breathing, cancer laden retards.”

“It's necessary work.” The patient Munifex replied and the other rolled his eyes inside his cockpit.

“Yeah so is jacking off farm animals up on Luna. But that doesn't mean I want to waste my life doing it. I wish I had been old enough to join up during the Rebirth. I'd give anything for another one of those to happen."

"Don't let any of the officers hear you say that." The patient one said sternly, but his friend continued.

"Yeah, like they're ones to talk. Most of them only have their ranks because of what they got to do when pirates were everywhere. How the hell are we supposed to make our way up in the military if we aren't given anything of meaning to do? Its like--"

THUNK

Both men stopped. The noise, a dull metallic impact, sounded out. It turned several heads in the hanger and immediately left the two garrison soldiers on edge.

“What the hell was that?” The impatient one asked, raising his Redcoat's 120mm rifle and eyeing the hanger.

THUNK

The patient Munifex narrowed his eyes, sharpening his senses before turning his Redcoat around to face the large closed door behind them.

"It came from the entrance door." He replied and his comrade's Redcoat walked over.

"Is it stuck?"

THUNK


"No. Its coming from the other side."

THUNK THUNK


"Why the hell is someone knocking on the door if its not broken? Are these god damn Venusians too stupid to open doors now? Is that what my job has become, opening doors for them?" The impatient Munifex groaned.

"Is anyone supposed to be coming here at this time?" The patient one asked.

"Its a hanger. It could be anyone, workers, miners or--"

THUNK THUNK THUNK!


"Oh for fuck sake--Just open the door! We have enough of an excuse to beat whoever's on the other side of it until they piss blood, so let's cut the bullshit."

The patient Munifex walked his Redcoat over to the side of the door. Reaching out an arm his mobile suit grabbed and turned a large emergency opening mechanism, able to be used by mobile suits or workers. A sharp pneumatic hiss filled the air as the large liten door shuddered and split. Standing in front of the door the impatient Munifex lowered his rifle as he watched the door slowly separated and produced a growing slit through which to see through to the other side.

"You better have a good reason for-"

A deafening crack rang out.

Electrically propelled buckshot ripped through the Redcoat's torso, exploding out the back with a fanfare of shrapnel and the sound of retching metal. The patient Munifex spun just in time to see his partner's mobile suit thrown backwards and crash onto its back, smoke and sparks erupting from the dozens of holes punched into the front of the suit. His blood turned to ice as he caught a glimpse of the cause, a double-barreled gun sticking through the ever widening opening in the door.

As the gun pulled backwards the Munifex moved.

Throwing his Redcoat to the side he skidded his mobile suit across the floor, a screeching noise filling the air as metal soles ground against nanocarbon flooring.

LEWIN raised the Munifex fired from the hip, unloading 120mm rounds in full auto through the door as it began to open all the way. He didn't hesitate, he simply buried his finger in the trigger as his weapon roared to life and began vomiting spent casings across the hanger floor. Only after a few seconds of firing did he realize there was nothing on the other side of the door.

Prying his finger from the trigger, heat rising from his machinegun, the Munifex stepped back and watched the doorway carefully as iut continued to open. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen looking for any movement, listening for any sound-

Suddenly a bright orange color filled his left monitor.

The Munifex's Redcoat spun, but it was already too late.

The speeding orange hulk of construction equipment slammed shoulder first into it. Picked up off its feet the Redcoat was carried several meter's before it was slammed back first into a wall.

Inside his cockpit the Munifex was thrown forward from the impact, cockpit monitors cracking as the cockpit walls buckled inwards from the torso of the Redcoat collapsing in on itself.

Blood poured from a gash in the pilot's head, adrenaline screaming through his veins as he fought to control himself. The munifed looked up and stared through half-shattered, static plagued monitors as a Scutson pulled its spike laden shoulder out of the Redcoat's chest. For a brief moment the mono-eye of the Scutson seemed to be staring at him. It was only then did he see the teeth. Crudely drawn, the Scutson had a horrid design of a dog's own snarling mouth painted across the front of it. Staring at it from the front, through the nearly destroyed screen, almost made it seem like the Scutson had its own blood hungry maw.

The Munifex remained so transfixed on the image he didn't heard the metallic 'clunk' as the Scutson pressed its SMG against the cockpit door.

A spray of 75mm shells and the Redcoat spasmed, collapsing to the floor as fluids and oils poured from its crushed torso.

Standing over the destroyed Redcoat the Scutson looked down, Laika looking through her own monitor at what she had done.

And she smiled.

Whatever feelings came from the pilot couldn't measure up to the feelings that flooded her body. The sense of safety. The sense of power. The addictive rush as she watched them fall. Laika had almost forgot what it felt like. Almost.

Across the hanger workers and Garrison foot soldiers alike could only stand and stare at the scene before them. Slowly they began to stir as a jet black and blood red painted mobile suit marched through the fully-opened hanger entrance.

Snapping its double-barreled MAG shotgun closed with a flick of its wrist, Cathrida raised her Turncoat's weapon to the ceiling and fired. With minimal charge the shot did nothing to the ceiling, but still produced a high pitched audible 'bang' as the electrically propelled shot flew from the barrel.

"If any of you wish to die a painful death, by all means stay in this hanger." Cathrida warned, her voice booming over the internal speakers of her mobile suit.

Only a few seconds of silence followed before the hanger exploded into a panic. Workers and soldiers alike bolting in a wild panic towards the nearest exit. None of the Zern troops had any illusions of fighting the two mobile weapons on foot and many chose to fleet outright, knocking down workers as they retreated out of line of sight of the mobile suits. A handful of soldiers however stayed together and ran towards a nearby comms panel.

One soldier practically barreled into it, throwing it open, ripping the transmitter off the hook, and typing in landline code so fast he swore he broke one of his fingers.

Digging the transmitter into his face he heard a soft 'beep' as he was connected. He didn't give the person on the other end of the line a chance to speak as he shouted.

"Command! Command do you read me? We need immediate reinforcements in the north hanger! We have armed intruders in mobile weapons, they are heavily armed and-"

The foot soldier stopped as a shadow was cast over him. He began to look over his shoulder just as the sound of a gun spinning up reached his ears.

VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRN!

A three second burst of 30mm rounds decorated the wall in gore and holes where the land-line comm panel had been moments before. Laika took her finger of the trigger, her heart beating steadily as she turned to Cathrida's Turncoat.

"He called for backup." Laika announced, not even trying to sound concerned.

"Good. I want them to feel what's coming. How many mobile suits does the garrison on this habitat have?"

"Twelve I think. Including these too." Laika pointed to the destroyed Redcoats laying on the ground and Cathrida felt a brief rush from hearing the number.

"That makes ten. Half of them are probably Redcoats. We need to get the hanger doors open and secure the ship. They'll arrive here before we can, but that just makes this that much more fun."

Moving her Turncoat forward Cathrida was unable to hide hints of her own delightment in her tone. Laika stuck close to the hanger entrance, weapons at the ready, practically bouncing up and down in her pilot seat...


"THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REPEAT. NOT A DRILL. ALL PILOTS BOARD YOUR MOBILE SUITS AND LAUNCH IMMEDIATELY. AN ARMED GROUP HAS APPEARED IN THE NORTHERN HANGER. REPEAT..."

The sleepy garrison aboard Habitat 34 erupted into activity as soon as the message was received and reports began to flood in from those who left the hanger. Half-dressed soldiers dropped out of bunks, scrambling to dress themselves as foot soldiers armed up and began to pile into transports. Hangers filled with mechanics as Redcoats and Tommy's were quickly armed with whatever was on hand. All the while the Garrison commander argued with the other officers, practically entering a shouting match with them over weather or not to send a message to Annona.

As politics entered the play, the mobile suits began to leave the hanger. One, then two, then ten. Claxxons were set off and alarms blared to worn the citizenry to leave the streets as the Zern Mobile suit forces thundered forth. Redcoats and Tommy's ran shoulder to shoulder, boosting down the two lane streets as they blitzed towards their destination. Little attention was paid to the streets below their feet, anyone with any sense of survival had long since cleared the way.

It wasn't long before the hanger came into visual range and the Zern MS slowed. They began to split up, intent on breaching the hanger from all three entryways at once. Weapons at the ready a group of four mobile suits made their approach towards the open central door of the hanger as two teams of three MS each came in from the east and western doors...




@glwgameplayer@KaiserElectric@Sakaki Chizuru@Jarl Coolgruuf

Cathrida stood at her end of the table in complete silence. As Johanna and Denzel spoke her human eye narrowed and remained transfixed on Johanna. Her orange piercing stare only briefly left the girl, shifting to Denzel or around the room as others whispered at the corners of the room. Despite Denzel's words and Johanna's own claims the women's gaze did not soften. The girl's quick popping of pills did not go unnoticed by her and the more she thought of the matter the more a feeling of concern began to grow and gnaw at the back of Cathrida's mind.

"There are a few reasons she might have to take pills. One of them could be--No, that couldn't be it. Could it?"

Though Laika had missed seeing the pills, she had felt the sharp sudden spike of emotion from the bespectacled girl. It lasted for what only felt like a moment, nearly lost in the slurry pit of emotions that resonated from Dannie. Yet it stuck with Laika and left her on edge, ready for violence.

Standing by Cathrida's side Laika was able to recognize the expression on her captain's face. Looking between Johanna and Cathrida, knowing what at least one of them likely felt, Laika suddenly opened her mouth and spoke aloud.

"Y-yeah!"

The girl only proclaimed, breaking the momentary silence and drawing Cathrida's gaze.

"I know HoPPER! I mean, I know about her. I used to hear her over the landlines. She even got played on the radios in bars 'uncle' drank at. When she was on people always started talking about Zern."

Cathrida looked incredulously at Laika, her human eye and compound sensor eye-patch briefly appearing identical, as both as shrunk into narrow glowing slits.

"S-she also played some nice music..."

Laika swallowed hard. All the girl could think to do was awkwardly smile back, her body stiffening and seemingly freezing on the spot.

Suddenly, Cathrida let out a sigh. Her gaze dropped to the floor as she seemed to relax.

"If Denzel and my cabin girl vouch for you, then you're more then welcome to join." Cathrida said, turning back to Johanna her a less intense expression.

"Not that I have the luxury of picking and choosing right now. If you can fight then that's all that matters, but being technically competent may also be very important in the future."

Cathrida gave one last look around the room. She watched as the workers and deviants at the edge of the light cast from the ceiling, slide even further back towards the walls as she looked towards them. It was as if they were scared of being pulled into the light and absorbed into committing to her efforts.

"Including Laika, that makes four people joining me to fight. That's good. I assume since you're all here you have a mobile worker or suit of your own. Laika, where did you hide your Scutson?"

Cathrida riffled through the papers scattered across the make-shift table before finding a crude map of Habitat 34's layout.

Laika stepped forward and pressed a finger into a north-most part of the habitat.

"Down in the 3rd Maintenance Level, stuffed in the back of a pipe room. I've had to move it around over the years but that is where it is now. Its not too far from the Northern Hanger, I'd just need to take a lift up." Laika explained and Cathrida nodded.

"Then we'll hit the Northern Hanger and steal a mining lander vessel from there. If you leave now we should be able to meet up in the hanger at the same time."

Laika grinned, every hair on her body raising as she realized it was almost time.

"Yes, Captain!"

Turning on her heel Laika made a wild sprint towards the other end of the hanger, fully intent on running all the way to her Scutson. Cathrida stood and watched as the girl blitzed away, the pirate captain nearly smiling before she remembered where she was. The women paused and took a moment to take in the presence of Denzel, Johanna, and Dannie.

"Get your mobile suits and meet at the northern hanger. We don't have the privilege of wasting time for stealth, so we'll be going in loud. We'll take the mining lander by force, though there shouldn't be much opposition right away. Its when we get outside of the colony and head for the surface that we should expect a real fight..."

@DostHou@vietmyke@Caduceus@glwgameplayer@Crusader Lord@veenknight343@Golden Spiral

Princess Asallia proceeded out of the umbilical, down the red carpet, and into the hanger to the sound of a clapping and composed crowd. The hanger itself was a large rectangular room, broken up 'cut outs' and what amounted to piers for ships to slide into and dock. Normally the docks were in zero-gravity in order to better facilitate the landing of ships and the loading and unloading of goods. However for the occasion the docks had been added to the 'spin' of the colony itself, placing it firmly under gravity for the time being.

"Not all members of the nobility or royal family move that gracefully under zero-g. And the fastest way to ruin the festivities is for someone to get a look up the Princess's dress because they floated too high off the ground." Princess Asallia whispered to Lycoris as they walked together down the carpet.

Walking alongside the Princess, heart beating a mile a minute, Lycoris was surprised at how calm and orderly everything seemed. She had expected a cheering, barely contained mob snapping off pictures and howling the Princess's name as did so often happen in her concerts. yet everyone stood, calm, disciplined, and controlled. Even the mobile suits, those standing off on the sides of the room for security and those marching in unison towards the front of the room, appeared more straight backed and at attention then usual.

As the Princesses and their company moved towards the front of the room, a band began to play somewhere in the room. Brass and drum instruments quickly filled hanger with a classical, upbeat melody that brought to mind the momentous occasion ahead. Once the Princesses were far enough down the carpet, the nobles aboard the ship were allowed to begin to disembark from the vessel, followed by the passengers and crew.

At the front of the room, past the Tommy's standing and moving in formation, were the large open gates that led into the hangers themselves. Sitting in the threshold of the large doors was a beautifully decorated parade float, one in a long line of floats intended to take the princesses through the colony in a grand display of their arrival.

"I thought you just wanted me to come out with you, not sit on a parade float for the whole colony to see!" Lycoris said in a hushed tone of panic, forcing herself to smile as the two continued to walk.

"Deep breathes Lycoris. You need to expose yourself to the things you're afraid of in order to strengthen yourself against them. And don't forget that I'm here with you. Besides, if I have go put up with this, so do you."

Asallia smiled a little more genuinely as she walked and all Lycoris could do was begrudgingly smile along with her.

Then a soldier, one of Asallia's persona guards, fast-walked up to the Princess. Leaning in he spoke quickly and quietly into her ear before departing just as fast as he came. Lycoris couldn't hear what the man had said but she could see the strain that sank into Asallia's cheerful expression.

"There's been a disturbance." Asallia whispered.

"What kind?" Lycoris felt her pulse jump

"Its likely nothing. But if something does happen...Lycoris, when I tell you to close your eyes I want you to close them. And do not open them until I tell you do do so."

"But why-"

"Lycoris. Please."

"O-Of course..."

Lycoris couldn't hide the grimace that came with the promise and she quietly followed Asallia, who continued to smile and wave even as a threat drew closer.


@GreenGoat


"Damn it, don't let that thing any closer!"

A team of four ZIMS-02 Tommys, one of many guarding the 'rear' of the colony, floated in the blackness of space. They had been told the job of guarding the other end of the colony was important. That though the Princesses and the Venue would not be there, that it was still a vital position to guard. Despite the lack of glamour and being stuck far and away from the festivities, the men had resigned themselves to their duty. After all infiltration seemed far and above a more likely threat then an all-out attack...until they received the news.

Over the crackling comms and broken transmissions, the leader of the small team had been made aware of a fast approaching unknown target. They couldn't yet see the target, all they knew was the direction it was coming in.

"Gutter, set your HE recoiless launcher shells on a timer. Something moving that fast can't have any armor, just hitting it with the shockwave of the explosion should do something!"

"Yes, sir!"

The Tommy's quickly threw up their weapons and began to fire. 90mm assault rifles sprayed in full auto and five 300mm shells spat from a recoiless launcher cut through space. The timers on the shells quickly ran down before they detonated, briefly lighting up the darkness with small flashes of heat and light.

"If we can kill this thing there will be medals in it for all of us!"
@Phoenix347
Her left arm has been completely replaced with a custom arm from Lsect as a gift from Arthur with a gleaming black surface of nanocarbon, it houses a taser along the forearm as well as connection wires leading straight to her implant for easy access.

Immediate issue out of the gate. I don't understand why Alice would receive a customized cybernetic arm _from_ Arthur if it came from L-Sect. If Alice works for L-Sect or has connections with them, then she should have just gotten the arm from them herself. Its not like they'd charge money if she's working as their agent. Plus L-Sect isn't some company Arthur can just get stuff from. They're a secretive research group that supplies cybernetics to the whole of Luna, which are looked down on as being taboo.

I was immediately set to receive cybernetics to replace them, I'm lucky my family had so much held away over the years to afford it.


Another HUGE mistake and a clear misunderstanding of the setting. Cybernetics do not cost money for Lunites. At least basic implants. All Lunite children receive neural implants at birth after all and any lunite who receive injuries, lose limbs, organs, etc will receive cybernetic implants from L-Sect without charge. This is why L-Sect is so well regarded by Luna despite being so secretive. They provide an incredible service to the people and allow them to live their lives despite the difficulties and dangers that come from their work.
I saw it as my goal to be employed with a cybernetics company on Luna. I worked hard to receive high marks and early graduation to ensure I was a prime candidate for employment.

...Phoenix, did you just not read the setting information? Cybernetics are TABOO. No one outside of Luna uses them and they are actively looked down on by Martians. L-Sect is the only real maker and provider of cybernetics, and they're not some company. I listed them in the 'manufacturers' section but only because they do produce things just not for traditional sale.

Overall Alice's backstory is deeply flawed and doesn't make sense due to a clear misunderstanding of the setting lore. Even besides that though its bland and pretty banal overall all. Alice has no interesting elements to her life or motivations outside of getting a job it seems. The way you have her written now makes her more suited to being a secretary NPC then any kind of meaningful character.

The only thing I can suggest is a complete rewrite. The character picture you chose is nice but everything else just falls flat.



@glwgameplayer@KaiserElectric@Sakaki Chizuru@Jarl Coolgruuf

Laika jumped back at the startlingly loud noise and looked on in confusion at the girl who had come crashing down before them. Sticking her arm into the open front of her jacket, Laika gripped the handle of her semi-automatic she’d taken from the dead Enforcer. Looking to her captain to gauge how she should react, Laika was surprised at what she saw.

The former-pirate stood, looming over Johanna, her penetrating orange gaze fixed on her. Yet She did not look on in anger or concern at the loud girl's unorthodox arrival but simply in mild dismay and irratation.

Lifting her glowing orange eyes from where Johanna had fallen, Cathrida glanced around the room once more.

“Is there anyone else?” Cathrida asked again, her tone becoming harsher out of refusal to sound like she was pleading.

Relaxing her grip on her pistol Laika tried to calm herself...but couldn't.

A heavy weight like sensation pressed down on her head.

Her entire body stiffened and she felt sick, almost dizzy.

Anger.


Laika shook her head. Angry? She had nothing to be angry about. No. That wasn't true. Yet-

Blistering. Unquenched. Frustrated. De͚͚sp̟̞̳̖e̥̤̟r̡̳̺̮̗̱̹a̪t̲͎̼̤̦͘e̛̬̠̩̫̩̤̮.


Her heart began to race. Her temples pounded like drums as the unexplained, unjustified feelings only continued to well up inside her. Breathing heavily Laika looked into the darkness of the warehouse, firmly gripping her pistol and readying herself for whatever was coming.

Then she heard the soft squeak of wheels and Laika's tense expression withered, her arm dropping to her side as she saw who approached the table.

Cathrida turned her gaze onto the new arrival and immediately her eyes went wide, lighting up like Christmas trees.

Swinging out her arm Cathrida eagerly slapped her palm into Dannie’s, some not-quite dried blood rubbing off as they shook. Cathrida’s cybernetic hand squeezed Dannie’s muscle laden python in a strong, respectfully firm grip.

“Hahahah! Oh you know, I decided to give being dead a try. Didn’t really suit me. I can see why you don’t care for it yourself ‘Living Dead Dannie’.”

Laika let go of the gun inside her jumpsuit, bracing herself against the table as she breathed a sigh of relief. The feelings still weighed down on her, but they no longer left her frightened or overwhelmed.

“Hi, Dannie!” Laika waved, looking up and smiling “I’ve gotten a lot bigger since the last time we met!”

“And thankfully Dannie hasn’t gotten any smaller. Though it looks like I’ve beaten your personal record for lost limbs.”

Cathrida pulled her hand back and rapped her closed cybernetic fists against her thigh-high boots, which emitted a hard distinctly inorganic sound from beneath.

Laika’s eyes wandered from Dannie and she found them drawn to the floor.

“What is that?” Laika eventually asked, pointing.

“Hmm?”

Looking down at her feet the former pirate captain finally noticed the small, beaming pair of neon blue eyes looking up at her from the metal floor.

“Oh, that. It’s some kind of robotic lagomorpha. Or a ‘rabbit’.”

“What’s a rabbit?”

“A small blob of flesh with large ears, larger feet, and fur all over its body.”

“What do they do?”

“They eat, defecate small pellets, eat those, and wander around. Not that different from what other animals do.”

“Oh…Why would someone build a robot of that?”

Cathrida had to stop and inhale, her patience remaining strong with Laika.

“I haven’t the slightest idea. Robotic animals were never a focus as far as I can tell, L-Sect has been able to make humanoid robots for some time. The technology behind it is more or less identical to those in cybernetic limbs and bodies. However it's not the body that is the issue, it's the mind. For something that small to move around like that it would need-”

Cathrida stopped mid sentence and immediately looked to Johanna, her gaze narrowing as she eyed the visible older-model implants on the girl’s body.

“Sophisticated artificial intelligence.”

Laika meanwhile crouched down on the floor, staring at LAGO hungrily the way a dog would at anything remotely edible.

“Who are you? And where did you get this ‘toy’?” Cathrida demanded.

Laika stood up from the floor, tilting her head at Johanna.

“She sounded kind of familiar…” Laika muttered and Cathrida glanced to her.

“Do you know her?”

Laika scratched the side of her head, face scrunching up in concentration.

“I don’t know. But I swear I’ve heard her voice somewhere..”
@Crusader LordShe's accepted.

@Jarl CoolgruufDannie and Recompense are ACCEPTED! Excellent work.
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