DracoLunaris

War Notes

@Mercurial @Crimmy

Tzi, who was unfortunately wearing a shirt for once, and Leon both offered their weapons for the stretcher as she had requested. She could tell they were reluctant to give up their arms, but hopefully they could book it for Orello without getting into more fights. She quickly assembled the stretcher, wrapping the sheet around the poles and securing it with suture then with the help of the bearers carefully loaded the wounded scout onto his improvised transport.

“Your assistance is appreciated. Now, make sure to keep ze patient steady as we travel and avoid jostling him”

She quickly collected her own journal and writing implement, stored them alongside the patient's journal in her bag and then hurried back to the rest of the troop columb. She kept a close eye on Wagnil’s condition as they traipsed through the rocky hills, while helping his bearers secure their footing whenever possible or adding a little bit of push or pull to get up slopes. It was a little way into the walk when she remembered to put her Vessel back on, plucking it from her bag and securing to once more around her wrist. While she was hopeful they wouldn’t run into more trouble it would be unfortunate to be caught without her vessel at hand. Or rather on her hand.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Sister Sophia

Location: the Park - Quenched Forest Cinders
Talking with: Jin Sunrise @floodtalon

That announcer and his infuriating joke making where instantly making her regret contacting him again. If it weren't for the fact that her very soul was in the communication device she would probably have crushed it in anger at her making light of her circumstances. At least he actually listened to what she had to say before disappearing without answering her question.

”what an asshole”

In the time between the announcer vanishing into the ether and his return Sophia and her mutant assistant scavenged the area around the base of the burning tree. Braving the heat she managed to find an Myrmidons corpses that was not chard to a cinder and managed to get something approximating a cooked meal out of it with her chain knives. Unlike her next opponent, she was far less concerned as to the morality of her food source having possibly been sentient. As Long as it wasn't human, then who cared.

By the time he got back she was far enough away from the fire that they could hear each other again. She politely stopped eating while they talked again.

In good news, there was indeed more supplies to be had, a 2k walk to the northwest wasn't to bad. Then there was the ‘gift’ and the requested work of getting the cam up high enough to take a look. She would mull that last over, but it really depended on how much fuel was at the supply cache.

”Thanks for the directions. I hope this gift is more helpful than the last one. I’ll give yom my answer when I get to the cache” After he signed off to take another call she pulled out the sealed bag from where it was sitting in her holster and examined the small pill inside. Such a pointless thing. Who would be so stupid as to take unlabeled medicine. She put it back and began her her march northwest, with the creature that was that stupid flowing alongside her. It was an odd looking kind of a walk, with the mutated arm acting as a kind of third leg, she had found that walking with it was better than trying to drag it along the ground or hold it aloft. It still disgusted her.

She was still in sight of the tree when she was contacted again about her opponent having linked coms with her. Hopefully that meant that they did not yet know where she was, giving her time to reach the supplies. That should take about 25 minutes or so.

(linked)

”That depends if they are human. I’d rather not have a xenos screaming in my ear the whole time.”

”Also before you go, you mentioned Clotho brought somewhere with her when she was summoned, do all the other monsters you summoned have fortresses full of minions like she did?”

That would suuuuuuck. She didn’t consider that she might have one too as she was from this world, whereas most of the things she had seen in the starting room had most certainly not been.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Naija

level: 4
day/time: day 2 - morning
Location: Mama’s kitchen
Interacting with: @Holy Soldier Mama, @Lmpkio Samus

Naija, unawares that negotiations had more or less completed peacefully in the other room, saw this as an excellent opportunity to deliberate their opponent so that the team could take him out easier.

”I think I have just the things”

She had some things in her inventory that she had not dumped along with all the foor earlier, main because it was both dangerous and basically worthless in any situation but this one. She hadn't even thought about it up until now. Both taken from the ruins of Mithalas, ancient rotting meat that had been sitting pointlessly in her inventory for all this time and rainbow mushrooms, which some of it’s citizens had used as an escape while their civilization was consumed (literally) by madness. Mixing these with a basic vegetable soup she made poison and rainbow soup both of which were poured into the pot. That should be quite the trip for Wario.

Her home ingredients provided she began exploring the rest of the kitchen, marveling at all the cooking tools and different ingredients that were held within. While she tried to avoid being annoying the temptation to push buttons on the various microwaves, blenders and other devices around the kitchen was to much. As a result the kitchen was occasionally graced with small gasps of amazement and brief activation of various appliances. Due to Mama’s short stature it was all set up in such a way that Naija’s crouched posture was way less inconvenient than it usually was, which was a nice change of pace.

”This place is amazing Miss Mama. I gotta come back here when those two are gone”

After accidentally blinding herself with one, deku nuts were added to the pot, one conveniently stunning the octo when it tried to escape again.

”I don’t actually know what most of this stuff is without tasting it. Samus you recognize anything that might be particularly nasty?”

She asked the armored warrior before she hops up next to Mama. there she begins to sing softly, winding the verse into the food in the pot, stirring it with her voice and thus making it more than a sum of its parts by adding supernatural spice to the vile concoction.

Infinity: Intervention

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Sonia Chapelle

dog warrior

Sonia Chapelle

Gender: F

Age: 24

Faction: Ariadna

Host Body: Dogface

Birthplace: Merovingia

Role: The muscle, Commando, Survival Expert

Personality:
Sonia is a reserved individual most of the time; quite, sedated, cold and can seem at times almost emotionless. This is intentional, she keeps herself in check to prevent any lapse that might unintentionally unleash the beast inside her. She is rather paranoid as well. Being assassinated will do that to a person. She practices meditation, is a teetotaler and she enjoys reading and other similar quiet pursuits. On mission she is calm, collected and professional to a fault. Despite all this she tries to avoid being a killjoy, she knows others don’t need to be like her, though she can sometimes find their antics annoying in a jealous kind of a way.

The beast is an absolute madwoman and the antithesis of her human form. A thrill seeking, bloodthirsty monster with zero impulse control. The less said about her the better.

Background:
Her childhood was a hard one, out on the frontier it was a struggle to survive with the constant threat of Antipode attacks and the general ruggedness of their environment made life a constant battle for survival. It did not help that she was a dog face, a condition that left her a subject of prejudice and a life with the prospect for little else but grunt work or manual labor.

That all changed with the return to life of a distant uncle. Though she only met him a few times after his return the man seemed to take a liking to her, and funded her education in economics and various other white-collar related skills. It seemed that he perhaps saw past her condition and wanted her to join him in his business. She probably should have been suspicious that nobody quite knew what that business was. During this time she learned to better control her emotions, to hold back the beast and while she made some headway in her studies she could never really get along with her fellow students. Her life's direction changed again when her uncle was found dead when she was nearing the end of her studies. Unable to be resurrected again it turned out he had left her most of his wealth and assets in his will to her.

She finished her studies and began to look into his books and life, finding that the man was a terrible book keeper. She thought that funding your nieces education seemed like an odd way to hire an accountant. It quickly became clear that whatever his business had been it had brought him the ire of some nefarious organization, whom her uncle was vague or uncertain to the identity of. She received threats and found seeking employment or answers impossible as she was thwarted at every turn by their unseen hand. They made vague demands for returns of certain items and information without specify what they were, assuming perhaps that she knew more about her uncle than she really did. His preparations to help her deal with this enemy were as bad as his book keeping skills.

In the end she sought employment in the only real job a Dog-face could find. The military. She joined the Merovingian Rapid Response Force and was trained as a paratrooper. She would be dropped into dangerous situations that required the intervention of their unit, be they military or humanitarian crises and would use her monstrous form to fight or to clear obstacles. It was here where she learned to kill, with tooth and claw but or from the shadows. It was exhilarating, to let go, to feel those extremes of emotion she had denied herself to keep the beast in check. It was about a year into her tour of duty that she died. Not to enemy fire or while helping in a disaster but to a sliced throat while she was asleep back at HQ, at the hands of an assassin in the employ of her enemy.

After she was restored to life she took the skills she had learned in the forces and turned them to hunting down the group. The year in the army had been a welcome respite from her uncle's legacy, but she could ignore it no longer. To make a living she took up bounty hunting, it helped to be paid to track down the various lowlifes to see if they had done her in and it gave her into that community which let her talk to other hunters and find out if any of them knew about the hit on her. In the end she did find her murderer, but he killed himself before she could find out much, but she did get the name of her enemy. The Druze Society.

After that dead end she turned her uncle's property on its head until she eventually found references to the Society and she eventually found hidden documents revealing the existence of a secure holding that could be found on one of the Nomad’s Vessels.

It was on her way to that vessel that her enemy attacked again, the vessel she was traveling on ended up crashing far beyond any human settled area of Dawn, deep in Antipode territory. There were no other survivors. It was two years before she managed to make it back to civilization, two years of fighting or avoiding the planets vicious natives, two years of living off of the land. Against all the odds she survived. When she return it turned out that all her uncles physical assets had long since been seized by debtors or relatives and of the secure off world holding there was no trace. The trail was dead.

It was during all the lengthy proceedings and explanations of what had been happening to try and retrieve as many of her former holdings as possible that somebody in O-12 got a hold of her records and was suitably impressed to offer her a job. She accepted, seeing this as both an opportunity to get away from her enemies who no doubt wanted to finish the job and perhaps find out more about them using the O-12’s resources for when she did return.


Statistics:
Infinity Points: 2

Agility: 13
Acrobatics: 0|| 0
Close Combat: 6|| 0
Stealth: 4 || 1

Awareness: 15
Analysis: 0 || 0
Extraplanetary: 0|| 0
Observation: 2 || 0
Survival: 4|| 0
Thievery: 0 || 0

Brawn: 16
Athletics: 4 || 0
Resistance: 1 || 0

Coordination: 11
Ballistics: 2 || 0
Pilot: 3|| 1
Spacecraft: 0 || 0

Intelligence: 13
Education: 1 || 0
Hacking: 0 || 0
Medicine: 1|| 1
Psychology: 0|| 0
Science: 0|| 0
Tech: 0|| 0

Personality: 10
Animal Handling: 0 || 0
Command: 0|| 0
Lifestyle: 2 || 0
Persuade: 1 || 0

Willpower: 14
Discipline: 0 || 0

Equipment:
1 Asset
Armoured Paramilitary Uniform with supplemental Armour Plating
Standard model CombiRifle with 2 reloads of regular ammo
Chameleonic Clothing
Halo Parachute
Restraints
Standard model Heavy Pistol with 4 reloads of standard ammo
Police issue Paramilitary Body Armour
Tactical Bow (purchased)
Mimetic Gear (purchased)

Known Languages:
French
English(American)


Assets:
Assets: 12
PanOceania: 0 -3 [Opposed]
Yu Jing: 5 -3 [Opposed]
Ariadna: 1 +3 [Native]
Haqqislam: 0 -3 -2 [Opposed][Debt]
Nomads: 0 +1[Friendly]
ALEPH: 0
O-12: 0 +1 [Friendly]
Corporations: 0 -3 -2 [Opposed][Debt]
Mercenaries: 0 +1 [Friendly]
Black Market: 0
Tohaa: 0 -1 [Debt]

Infinity: Intervention

This probably needs a little work but here is my char at the moment. backstory has a few to many vague points for my liking, suggestions on nefarious organisations and secret stuff would be good. i have no idea why the app put an asset in the inventory section. it also, amusingly, fired me from being unemployed and then i got unemployed again.

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Sonia Chapelle

dog warrior

Sonia Chapelle

Gender: F

Age: 28

Faction: Ariadna

Host Body: Dogface

Birthplace: Merovingia

Role: The muscle, Commando, backup pilot

Personality:
Sonia is a reserved individual most of the time; quite, sedated, cold and can seem at times almost emotionless. This is intentional, she keeps herself in check to prevent any lapse that might unintentionally unleash the beast inside her. She is rather paranoid as well. Being assassinated will do that to a person. She practices meditation, is a teetotaler and she enjoys reading and other similar quiet pursuits. On mission she is calm, collected and professional to a fault. Despite all this she tries to avoid being a killjoy, she knows others don’t need to be like her, though she can sometimes find their antics annoying in a jealous kind of a way.

The beast is an absolute madwoman and the antithesis of her human form. A thrill seeking, bloodthirsty monster with zero impulse control. The less said about her the better.

Background:
Her childhood was a hard one, out on the frontier it was a struggle to survive with the constant threat of Antipode attacks and the general ruggedness of their environment made life a constant battle for survival. It did not help that she was a dog face, a condition that left her a subject of prejudice and a life with the prospect for little else but grunt work or manual labor.

That all changed with the return to life of a distant uncle. Though she only met him a few times after his return the man seemed to take a liking to her, and funded her education in economics and various other white-collar related skills. It seemed that he perhaps saw past her condition and wanted her to join him in his business. She probably should have been suspicious that nobody quite knew what that business was. During this time she learned to better control her emotions, to hold back the beast and while she made some headway in her studies she could never really get along with her fellow students. Her life's direction changed again when her uncle was found dead when she was nearing the end of her studies. Unable to be resurrected again it turned out he had left her most of his wealth and assets in his will to her.

She finished her studies and began to look into his books and life, finding that the man was a terrible book keeper. She thought that funding your nieces education seemed like an odd way to hire an accountant. It quickly became clear that whatever his business had been it had brought him the ire of some nefarious organization, whom her uncle was vague or uncertain to the identity of. She received threats and found seeking employment or answers impossible as she was thwarted at every turn by their unseen hand. They made vague demands for returns of certain items and information without specify what they were, assuming perhaps that she knew more about her uncle than she really did. His preparations to help her deal with this enemy were as bad as his book keeping skills.

In the end she sought employment in the only real job a Dog-face could find. The military. She joined the Merovingian Rapid Response Force and was trained as a paratrooper. She would be dropped into dangerous situations that required the intervention of their unit, be they military or humanitarian crises and would use her monstrous form to fight or to clear obstacles. It was here where she learned to kill, with tooth and claw but or from the shadows. It was exhilarating, to let go, to feel those extremes of emotion she had denied herself to keep the beast in check. It was about a year into her tour of duty that she died. Not to enemy fire or while helping in a disaster but to a sliced throat while she was asleep back at HQ, at the hands of an assassin in the employ of her enemy.

After she was restored to life she took the skills she had learned in the forces and turned them to hunting down the group. The year in the army had been a welcome respite from her uncle's legacy, but she could ignore it no longer. To make a living she took up bounty hunting, it helped to be paid to track down the various lowlifes to see if they had done her in and it gave her into that community which let her talk to other hunters and find out if any of them knew about the hit on her. In the end she did find her murderer, but he killed himself before she could find out much, but she did get the name of her enemy. The Druze Society.

After that dead end she turned her uncle's property on its head until she eventually found references to the Society and she eventually found hidden documents revealing the existence of a secure holding that could be found on one of the Nomad’s Vessels.

It was on her way to that vessel that her enemy attacked again, the vessel she was traveling on ended up crashing far beyond any human settled area of Dawn, deep in Antipode territory. There were no other survivors. It was two years before she managed to make it back to civilization, two years of fighting or avoiding the planets vicious natives, two years of living off of the land. Against all the odds she survived. When she return it turned out that all her uncles physical assets had long since been seized by debtors or relatives and of the secure off world holding there was no trace. The trail was dead.

It was during all the lengthy proceedings and explanations of what had been happening to try and retrieve as many of her former holdings as possible that somebody in O-12 got a hold of her records and was suitably impressed to offer her a job. She accepted, seeing this as both an opportunity to get away from her enemies who no doubt wanted to finish the job and perhaps find out more about them using the O-12’s resources for when she did return.


Statistics:
Infinity Points: 2

Agility: 13
Acrobatics: 0|| 0
Close Combat: 6|| 0
Stealth: 4 || 1

Awareness: 15
Analysis: 0 || 0
Extraplanetary: 0|| 0
Observation: 2 || 0
Survival: 4|| 0
Thievery: 0 || 0

Brawn: 16
Athletics: 4 || 0
Resistance: 1 || 0

Coordination: 11
Ballistics: 2 || 0
Pilot: 3|| 1
Spacecraft: 0 || 0

Intelligence: 13
Education: 1 || 0
Hacking: 0 || 0
Medicine: 1|| 1
Psychology: 0|| 0
Science: 0|| 0
Tech: 0|| 0

Personality: 10
Animal Handling: 0 || 0
Command: 0|| 0
Lifestyle: 2 || 0
Persuade: 1 || 0

Willpower: 14
Discipline: 0 || 0

Equipment:
1 Asset
Armoured Paramilitary Uniform with supplemental Armour Plating
Standard model CombiRifle with 2 reloads of regular ammo
Chameleonic Clothing
Halo Parachute
Restraints
Standard model Heavy Pistol with 4 reloads of standard ammo
Police issue Paramilitary Body Armour
Tactical Bow (purchased)

Known Languages:
French
English(American)


Assets:
Assets: 18
PanOceania: 0 -3 [Opposed]
Yu Jing: 0 -3 [Opposed]
Ariadna: 1 +3 [Native]
Haqqislam: 0 -3 -2 [Opposed][Debt]
Nomads: 0 +1[Friendly]
ALEPH: 0
O-12: 0 +1 [Friendly]
Corporations: 0 -3 -2 [Opposed][Debt]
Mercenaries: 0 +1 [Friendly]
Black Market: 0
Tohaa: 0 -1 [Debt]

Collateral Damage - A Superhero RP

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Stuck on a Strange Blue Planet (or, We Aren't the Crystal Gems): A Steven Universe Roleplay

Howlite

When the mission started Howlite was on top of the world with joy at being trusted with this mission. Her own ship! It was an honor for any gem to be trusted with one of Homeworld's vessels and for the duration of the mission it’s maintenance and piloting where all down to her. If she didn’t screw this up maybe she would get to keep it after she finished transporting the scientists and their cohort of troops to and from Earth.

---

It was about 30 seconds before the alarms started that Howlite knew she fucked up.

She was in the middle of the main control room of the ship, standing motionless and plugged into control console with her mechanical limbs. It was an old ship, and she was sure she had thoroughly checked through everything before they set off, but apparently the ship’s anti-grav was even more antiquated than she had initially thought. After millennia of work it just couldn't handle the type of approach she had plotted and as a result had overheated from the strain of stopping them from plunging down the gravity well. As it was they were currently plummeting into the atmosphere uncontrollably as Howlite tried to get the ship to restart the anti-grav system, the maintenance drones of the ship dumping foam over the red hot system to try and cool it down.

It was once her attempts to salvage the descent into anything remotely looking like a normal landing that she let the alarms through and panic spread throughout the ship. She was so going to be shattered for this. She was in the middle of dramatically going down with her ship when Chromite, one of the soldiers, broke her from her self pity by shouting at everyone.

"Howlite, is there anything you can do? It would be best if we landed on wet ground!"

It was kind of inspiring to see her and Moonstone the try to protect the others with their shields, as if they could simply parry the planet towards which they were falling. It reminded her that she couldn’t let them all die from her incompetence. She responded with as much confidence as she could muster.

“Working on it! The earth has lots of water, if I angle the Ship right we can splash down instead of smash down!”

That and try to cool the anti-grav down for one last push. There was little chance of that while they roared through the upper atmosphere, the hull super-heating from reentry but once they had started to decelerate she finally managed to cool it down enough with all the remaining foam to use it to change their descend from a steep plummet to a more horizontal glide. They still had way too much momentum and the reactor explode about halfway through the maneuver, but they were going to make it, though there wouldn’t be much ship left after this.

“Hold on to something and brace for impact! make sure you protect your gem!”

Stuck on a Strange Blue Planet (or, We Aren't the Crystal Gems): A Steven Universe Roleplay

Howlite

Gem: Howlite

Name if your gem goes by a different name: Owl, Core

Appearance: She wears black helmet with an opaque visor which she uses to protect here 2 large light sensitive vision. It effectively has 5 cameras in it, that all dulled to a light level suitable for her 2 owlish eyes. The visor has 5 marks indicating the location of the cameras and they are synced up with her own eyes state, resulting in 5 expressive elliptical shapes on the visor. The visor can also display images instead of the eye marks to allow others to see data she has or emote in more absurd ways ([ ! ],[ ? ],[0_0]).

A collection of straps over her chest and back secure a metallic backpack which can extend 4 claw tipped limbs. At the front the straps link to a ringlike device around her gem which is located at the center of her chest. She wears a pair of white gloves, turquoise shorts and blue wee booties. Her skin is gray-white in color, her upper arms and lower legs are covered in random dark markings/patterns. Her pale blue hair features a braid that comes out of the back of her helmet. She is about the same a height as a ruby or limb enhancer-less peridot.

mspaint art

Powers:
Techno-Empathy II: She can link her mind with a device and ether operate it, read/write data at incredible speed or get an innate understanding of the device and what might be wrong with it. This only works through making contact with the device itself with her skin. The gloves stop her from interfacing with anything she touches and she can selectively activate link herself to devices using her additional limbs. This is done by making a wired connection from their extremities to her back.
Engineering II: capable of building and repairing gem tech level equipment so long as materials are available. This can be adapted to using earth tech if that is all which is available.

Items:

Weapon: Monkey wrench

BackPack: a small metal device on her back that features 4 extendable manipulator arms which end in 3 fingered claws. These are used either for climbing, transport or helping with work. The ending claws can mold themselves into variety of purposes that can be added to as needed. Currently these include welding torches, drills, circular saws, torches and light laser weapons. The arms can be combined to create larger versions of the end components or extend the limbs range(or sometimes both). Her Techno-Empathy works through these limbs if she wants it to.

Helmet: the visor on her helmet features 5 cameras that can provide ontop of normal darkened vision: thermal and night vision, flash suppression and a binocular function. The visor can also be used to display images or act like a flashlight. The helmet also contains a small computer and a bunch of memory for storing recordings and managing the camera/display systems.

These additional devices are practically a part of her due to being in constant contact with her skin.

Backstory: Howlites are a gem type created to work specifically with the ever increasing amount of homeworld automation. Their ability to interface with any piece of technology allows them to more easily diagnose problems with that device and then their engineering skills let them fix those problems. They can often be found on ships, either as pilots neurally plugged in pilots or as maintenance crews. This particular one is about 350 years old and currently acts as both for the vessel that has been sent to earth. She has experience in a lot of other postings over those 350 years as Howlites generally move around quite a lot, being sent wherever damage has or might occur. She is rather excited to have been trusted with her first job where she is the senior (and in this case only) Howlite working on a task.

Writing example: probably non canon

We see a forearm against a black background, crawling upon this arm are several small 8 legged things that a human might mistake for ticks or spiders. They might be rather disturbed that the owner of the arm had not tried to swat the intruders off of itself. The spiders appear to be clustered around a festering wound of some kind on the forearm of the limb, as if tearing into the flesh of a hapless victim.

As the scene pans in closure the odd coloring of the arm becomes more apparent and the spiders are shown to be 3 small humanoids with 4 extra metallic limbs extending from their backs with which they cling to the side of the ship. Accompanying them are a number of actual spidery looking machines all carrying boxes filled with various suplise. The 3 Howlites are diligently working on an area where some form of space debris has punched through the side of the ship while it was traveling through interstellar space near the former colony of earth. The team had just finished cooling of the site with foam, one shouts to the other two.

“We cooled it down enough on my side. I’m gonna investigate the obstruction”

A Howlite (that Steven might have) called busty, chesty, doc, papa smurf Core put her foam sprayer back on the cargo spider and then descended into the hole using her mechanical limbs, her visor lighting up the inside of the hole as she approached the foreign object. It appeared to have once consisted of a large dish of white material with a smaller metal part behind it that sported a bunch of stickin out antenna. Using a combination of sawing, melting and non regulation wrench smacking she began to remove the obstruction till she reached what appeared to be a storage compartment which gave her pause. It contained a bunch of gold plated disk that have instructions on how to read data of of them. While she really should dispose of them like the rest (they weren’t gem tech and where thus unimportant) she couldn’t help but wonder what was on them.

The instructions were easy to follow but needed air to transmit their sonic data, so she spent some time reading them all onto her helmet's internal memory. The results were fascinating, 90 minutes of pleasingly ordered sounds, images and sounds of an uncolonised world, what appeared to be 55 versions of the word hello and a description of the purpose of the disks. She had just begun analysing that last segment when the others grew confused by the lack of debris extraction and called down what was the trouble.

“What is taking so long”

Core excitedly ascended to the surface again now with the disks and handed them to them to (someone steven might call) Brains who was the eldest and incharge of the other two.

“So I was digging around and I found...”

She stopped as she saw Brains chucking the disks off into space after the rest of the obstructions material. The third Howlite, Cheek, was similarly uninterested in the odd devices and was rolling her eyes at core. Quite an impressive performance, as the marks indicating the location of her optics did a 360 spin while being rolled to indicate just how idiotic Cheek though Core was for doing this.

“Why did you” “I know you're new but you can't stop working just because you see something shiny, get back to it newborn” “But” “now!” “Yes. Of course. On it.”

The rest of the repairs went as standard, the obstruction was removed, wiring was resoldered/replaced and the hull sealed shut with new materials retrieved from the cargo spiders. It was as routine as ever but made slightly more interesting for Core by the soft rhythmic sounds she had read from the disks.

Infinity: Intervention

question, I have to say, i really like this character generator. I might use it in future purely for the career events to ad some flavor to my chars.

as it is i am probably going with this one as an airdropping sneaky werewolf that is hunted for inherited debts/part of their inheritance that the relative was killed for.

also quick question, where do you get the + and - for the faction associations in the assets part? edit: or is that just a case of reading the lore and assigning values our selves so that they are similar to the example sheet.

Apotheosis

Iris took ‘a few steps’ back a bit further than intended and ever so ‘subtly’ legged it back to the chief to hid behind him. Not that it helped much.

The effect was terrifying as Sabu manifested a great specter of a many headed dragon, or perhaps a manifestation of the idea of dragons, whose gaze bored into her very soul and pinned her in place. She felt like a minuscule spec in an uncaring cosmos at the mercy of beings far more powerful than herself who did not care that she existed. It was horrifying. Maddening. Fortunately it was over relatively quickly. She was not sure how long she could have endured it.

In the aftermath she was left gasping for breath in compensation for the breathing difficulties the effect had created.

"Please. Never do that again."

She noticed that the chief had not been affected as much as her. Because he had power, because he had evolved. She needed to gain that power so she would never feel that helpless again, and the first step to that was to find out if magic would be a good path to that.

"Can we go for that magic testing now, if we are done with” she avoided saying showboating ”demonstrations?"