Eisenhorn

Fire Emblem: Light's End

Jerod shrugged and nodded to Solanne as she shot him the look of sympathy. He was more used to the healer not being happy with him around than one would like to admit, and all because of a bad parting of ways when Jerod decided to move on from the Feroxian people. He was only ever a hired hand for them anyways. Despite the work he had done within the command structure of the entire Kingdom, he never intended to remain there as a champion forever. Niya didn't take kindly to that, him just up and leaving, at least the Khans had understood a fair bit more.

But he had no intention of keeping Solanne up with stories and regaling tales of his past issues with the healer, she could more than willingly ask either of them with little trouble should she display any interest in the topic. It would probably come up sooner or later, since he had no doubt Niya would end up hunting him down to argue again before long. Until then, though, he bid the red haired woman a good night's rest and found a tree to crash near, too tired to pitch a tent for now. And he could react faster without having to get out from under a tent.

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Niya ended up stalking in the right direction to see the newest mage, Abra, fighting to pitch her tent. The healer sighed, needing something to get her mind off the fact that she was going to have to deal with that sellsword once again. He abandoned his post within the Feroxian chain, and one with no small amount of power and prestige. She would never understand why, nor did she intend to try and understand. All she saw was he left and betrayed them as far as she was concerned, and it made her very, very displeased with the man. So to distract herself she approached the mage having trouble and quietly set her staff down to help get the tent pitched, making a small comment to the woman. "Pride to not ask for help, helps no one. And leaves you in the cold night."

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

There, got my post up.

@VKAllen Good to hear, good to hear. And yandere man is quite the way to put it, sure as sure.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Regardless of how creepy or eerie the professor had proven, an XO was an XO. During his own personal training prior to being grouped up and merged together, military custom and courtesy had already been second nature to the young teen so that was never a problem. And whether he liked the professor and Lieutenant was irrelevant, protocol was protocol. While, yes, the professor seemed rather eccentric and eager, it was probably only natural as it seemed he had a rather heavy hand in the program, so being excited for seeing it flourish was natural. The brief went by quickly, the information that they would be pitted in an arena fight to decide who would be Squad Leader was unpleasant news. Not necessarily surprising, but unpleasant. With that, they were left to their own devices for the hour prior to them having to march off to mock war. Stukov wasn't interested in needless fighting, so that meant putting it down as fast as possible, and he was fairly confident in the Daemon's capabilities in that regard. But that was to be decided soon, so for now he focused on his peers.

The one girl looked already about to cry, and while he didn't recall a name for the girl, Stukov could not blame her for the feeling. He was no more looking forward to the fight than anyone else probably was. She piloted that egg shaped Framewerk, if the pre brief he had received before arriving was true. He almost felt sorry for her, it did not strike him as a heavy hitter like some of the Framewerk's present in this little gathering. But he wouldn't underestimate her, that would not end well. The young boy, younger than him, spoke up and spoke of it like a game. Roses, lots of roses, Stukov again resisted the urge to underestimate the flowery design that accompanied the Framewerk that the boy piloted. Roses have thorns, after all. But he couldn't treat it like a game, War was no game to be played idly.

Next up, Krista of the Archer Framewerk. That one concerned him in this upcoming fight, it rather outranged him and looked durable enough to take some hits and keep fighting. She seemed more interested in forming teams and self electing leaders in the fight, which was an interesting thought to say the least. She was promptly rebuked by another girl, a Lore of the Caliburn. That one looked as mean as quite a few other Framewerks, and he felt he had his work cut out for him in the Daemon the more he looked at the situation. He would have to play his cards right, then, and pray for his success if it was to be. Of course, not everyone could strike him as at least amiable, there always had to be the one in the group who insisted on being the thorn in their sides.

The kid who spoke up last was just that, and if Stukov's memory served, it was Miles of the Black Komodo. That kind of mentality would not help any of them, and as he finished speaking Stukov finally spoke up, arms crossed as he finally broke his own personal silence. No sense not at least introducing himself to the group, and when he began speaking on Miles' commentary, he would fix him with his own gaze the whole time. Stukov didn't like the idea that he intended for them to all be looking out for themselves alone, that was not how the military ever got anything done well. "Quite the group of pilots, from roses to archers, eh? Names Stukov, pilot of the Daemon Framewerk. And hotshot, our ability to win or lose this campaign will not be based on 'staying out of each other's way'. I don't think you get the idea of being grouped as a cohesive military unit. Part of this is going to be learning to be a cohesive unit, for not our sakes, but for every remaining humans. Our odds of success will be measured based on how we can cover each other's backs, plug the gaps that weaknesses and downsides of each Framewerk have. That lone wolf mentality is just going to get you, or worse, someone else killed. And until you drop that 'better than you', lone wolf mentality, all you'll be is a liability more so then anyone else here."

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

@VKAllen Hello again VK, I do hope things are going well for you.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Heh, all the high scores, but there is no doubt that something will happen to bring them down. Those negative values aren't just there for show, I reckon.

Star Wars: Rebellions Rise

Most excellent indeed.

@Apollosarcher How many people are you looking to gather before you intend to get things started, out of curiosity?

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

@redbaron1234 A fair point indeed, although the weapon kits for most everyone pretty much speaks for themselves as it comes to roles at the moment.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Created some discussion while awaiting our good GM's first IC post, just as planned. And no flamewars/dick measuring contests to be had yet either.

Star Wars: Rebellions Rise

There, finally got it wrapped up.

Star Wars: Rebellions Rise

Name: Alexander Atreides

Race: Corellian

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Appearance:


Skills:
Mechanical Repair
Droid Maintenance
Electronic Slicing
Scavenging
Marksmanship

Equipment:
A280 Blaster Rifle
DL-18 Blaster Pistol
Fusion Cutter
Custom Hammer
Various other tools and spare parts kept in a rucksack

Bio: Born on Corellia itself, Atreides was subject to the many and various suspicions and running gags that faced the group throughout the universe. Growing up on Corellia did little to shelter him from such things, but like his people, he was resilient and laughed in the face of such things. Both his parents were classic examples of the rebellious nature of the Corellian people, always fighting against anyone who tried to force their small family into a role or position that held no interest to the family. So when the Corellian Resistance formed to stand against the Empire, the entire family, 10 year old Alexander included, were amongst the first waves to join and begin plotting against the Empire. His parents would soon die in an early raid against the Resistance movement, but the young boy survived and kept running messages when they could not be trusted to even encrypted signals, as it was obvious the Empire was cracking their codes as early Resistance holdings were raided routinely.

But the Resistance kept growing stronger on Corellia, and Alexander grew up alongside of the rebels as he honed the trade his parents taught him. All things mechanical and electronic were his playthings, whether building new weapons and tools for agents to use or sabotaging Imperial holdings and resources. Along the way he was trained in using blasters, and inherited his father's A280 and stole a DL-18 as a backup. Armed as such, and with his technical prowess, he often performed as the specialist of hit and run attacks on Imperial holdings on Corellia, even as young as he was during some of the time. He took to the thrill of the fighting and resistance efforts against the Empire, making a name for himself as a daring and skilled technician, handy enough with blasters to keep his own hide alive so he wouldn't need escorted. So by the time the Corellian Resistance was merged with the Alliance to Restore the Republic, it was only natural for the Corellian to join up and keep fighting on other planets and systems.

Atreides typically rated for better than grunt work, often times acting as part of cells on Imperial or otherwise Rebel unfriendly worlds, acting as a technical expert for whatever was deemed necessary for operations on the planet they were sent to. From causing failures in life support systems in Imperial barracks on asteroids, to setting up ambushes on jungle worlds, the technician gained a large wealth of experience throughout his fighting from the dawn of the Alliance. Even working alongside force sensitives on occasion and getting the usual 'may the force be with you' spiel, he never bought too heavily into the whole Foce thing. Nothing skill couldn't solve that the force tried to do otherwise. Close calls aplenty, both before and after the formation of the Alliance, it was only natural that Atreides would get picked up for the mission to Coruscant, having a technical expert would no doubt prove vital in their operations.

Other: Atreides is fond of throwing together parts on the fly to make new weapons and tools to solve problems he, or anyone he is working alongside, might run into at any given time.