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Alright @Mister Thirteen, here is my suggestion for a sort of middle ground ship between the starfighter and dropship.

Hmm, those two aren't bad, but I feel like we're missing a sort of Heavy Fighter/Strike Craft type of middle ground. The X-4 would certainly be able to defend against hostile fighters, but it really lacks the tools for clearing away enemy ground positions. Likewise, I don't think the B-2 is set up for the idea of hitting a pirate base or clearing a landing zone ahead of the landing party, as it were. Doing some looking to see if I find a good visual reference, and I'll tweak its loadout from there as a proper suggestion.
@Dredigan Giving me EDF vibes there, but I blame that on binge playing EDF 4.1 lately. Still, I approve of that name.
It certainly works for me, and I was about to ask about customization, so that works out, sure as sure.
While I am parroting what has been said thus far, armor is fine, emblem is a tad military for an, albeit elite, policing force.

Speaking of customizations though, how much variance for specialist roles would be allowed? For example, a pilot or tech specialist might have lighter or otherwise modified armor compared to, say, a sort of riot specialist with reinforced armor.
Hmm, the idea is interesting, sure as sure. Consider me interested.
@Rithy

Pffft, the Krieger and the Celestian, eh? Sounds like shenanigans of the highest order.
Probably, yeah. Come across him ahead of them in the tunnels, that sounds like asking to get shot.

In other news...

Voss





"That very much sounds like a problem for you to resolve, I have no need to pull punches." Rather than pursue the mercenary leader, Voss continued backwards, moving towards the cell while facing Morag. While he had been injured, a hand coming to rest on his side and coming away bloody confirming this, he was now squarely positioned between Morag and his goal. Which now meant that the mercenary was going to have to go through him to accomplish his original goal instead of being able to merely hold off the Shaman long enough for either the thief to have recovered, an unlikely situation now, or to have to retreat. Considering he recognized, in the brief glimpse of the oncoming party, her highness Reina, it was unlikely that Morag would be able to accomplish his goal now. A smart man would have retreated at this point, but clearly intelligence was not one of this mercenary's strong suits. Proclaiming a last stand of sorts, he merely cocked an eyebrow as he backed up to the cell, glancing out of the corner of his eye to confirm that Romilda was still safe and sound in her cell. "I see they failed to pick a simple lock. That speaks poorly for their preparedness, does it not?"

Focusing on the threat at hand, Voss noted that Morag was dashing his way again, though the distance was considerably more than if Voss had simply stood his ground. Patiently waiting for Morag to enter range now, Voss would launch an attack with Nosferatu, focusing himself on the threat at hand. "Line your pockets? How crass. I would recommend fleeing and living for another day, but that requires to at least pretend to have a spark of intelligence..."
Weiland was quietly relieved that the construct, as he was more able to identify now after that stunt with the wrist and hand, was unharmed. It seemed like the construct in question had a built in repair function that would allow it to recover from minor injuries, which was good considering a fall like that had done notable damage to its wrist. It proceeded to ask the three of them where it had arrived at, which was curious considering that implied it had arrived without any sort of knowledge towards where this was. He knew the name of the place, and roughly where on a larger scale, but the young child had jumped in first and answered the question. Of course, Weiland was in no position to be answering the question when, surprisingly enough, a rather familiar face got right up into his and started mouthing off. Weiland's expression twisted into an amused smirk, not quite patronizing, but still amused all the same. "Well if it ain't the Boy Wonder! Ain't my fault you forgot flight wasn't one of your finer points, my friend."

The man was about to point out the fact that this was NOT the place to be picking fights when the young girl who had answered the construct's question promptly jumped in and started working to defuse Kyros from throwing down right here and now. He laughed lightly at her efforts, though not in an insulting manner, more amused by her courage in stepping in the fellow's warpath. "Your a saint, little lady, though I'm not nearly as innocent as you make me out to be. Me and the boy wonder have some history, though I'm wounded he never mentioned me!" Clearly joking, he mockingly clutched at his heart, as if he had been run through emotionally as well as physically. Of course, by now another young man had come up, calling out poor Kyros for his fiery temperament, no pun intended this time, and going on about how others might get hurt.

"Thanks kiddo, but I think he's gotten the point by now, second one to jump on boy wonder's hide about this." The young man looked, well, pale and not overly suited for any life outside that of a village or city really, though looks were often deceiving so he would try not to judge too much there. Doubly so, considering he had the kind of attire one would attribute to a traveler or wanderer of the wilds. At this point, though, Kyros seemed to be defused now and on the defensive footing over getting jumped, figuratively, by numerous people. Throughout all of this, his stance had not shifted very much, though while it looked like Kyros was going to jump him for a fight, he had shifted his weight backwards, to facilitate a quick departure. By now he had returned to a more comfortable distribution of weight for just casually standing around. Though the snapping sound of metal caught his attention again, turning his gaze back towards the construct he had collided with initially.

It seemed his, Weiland deciding to use male descriptors until told otherwise, body was capable of mending more rapidly than Weiland had originally estimated. Fascinating, which meant the power source was more potent than necessary for a model of that size. Yet, there was no glaringly obvious bulges or the like that indicated a oversized power supply fitting poorly. Advanced construction then, well beyond anything he'd seen out in the frontiers he had wandered. Though, he noted, the construct of a young (looking) man had to hold his wrist in place to facilitate a smoother transition for the repair. Most curious indeed, definitely not a combat model of any sort, yet that sort of repair system would be found as rather pointless on a mere companion or servant model. Body guard of some sort, then? If that was the case though, Weiland mused, where was his charge? For the briefest moments, Weiland's expression was curiously cloudy, making it difficult to read, but circumstances would quickly change it back to a pleasant enough, if neutral, one.

By now, the middle aged sellsword was snapped out of his thoughts by Kyros' loud and booming voice inviting the gathered folks to dinner. The construct spoke up again, agreeing to accompany the group and referencing the whole idea of caskets as well. Weiland snorted briefly, a fairly undignified gesture, but one of amusement all the same. "Aye, I'll come along as well boy wonder. Though I'm not paying for anyone's food except my own, no trying to dump the debt on me again. Though, I must admit..." Weiland turned his gaze onto the construct once more, noting a cloaked figure as well who had asked after the construct's well being. The cloak was rather curious, noting the way it settled and moved was far heavier than anything appropriate for the climate, and short of the farthest northern stretches, would remain so. He would keep an eye on the young man should he also choose to follow along, but for now he addressed the construct. "A youthful construct, foreign in accent and unaware of the very village he arrived in recovering near as well as soldier constructs I encountered years ago is a surprising thing to encounter this far from any centers of Magitech. It makes for quite the curious picture, no?"
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