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>That awkward moment when you learn the religious revival movement you were headin was actually a vehicle for a Lovecraftian Abomination masquerading as a God to jack your body and take over the world
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>That moment when you realize that you can only do fandom RPs because you're bad at original characters. This is what I get for never playing DnD
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Now, the real question that someone must ask. How is it that blue and purple are natural hair colors in Zeon?
LaXnyd said
A friendly reminder that you won't be starting with anything, just people. The most I'll allow is the Hyperion, but it will be heavily damaged and be about as useful as the Norad II during that one mission in the original starcraft.


Well, BB said we'd get mechs and vehicles as well. To quote:

BB said
Weapons were carried over, along with vehicles, mechs, and so on. Just no factories or infrastructure. You had enough supplies to set up camp and begin to build your own infrastructure or repair and use old earth infrastructure and factories.This of course, has limits. No space ships and the like, though things with limited space ability are allowed. Buildings being carried over are also a no.


Still, he only has a years worth of stockpiles exotic elements or resources he needs, and it's not like he has a chance in hell of rebuilding anything that gets destroyed with modern Earth infrastructure and technology, definitely not in the short term.
Mtntopview said
I'm lost


It's okay. Me too. I'm just making plans that certainly don't involve a chivalrous blue haired man attempting to shield virgin royal eyes from the sight of pantless teenager girls.
Hm, alright. Isn't Strcraft like 500 years into the future though? I imagine you'll be having a fun time readjusting to modern Earth technology. But again, just my limited google fu. Might want to wait for Tatsua to say why.
Possibly the fact that at max you'll have 500 people, or something like that. I dunno, I'm not very knowledgeable on Starcraft beyond google fu.
Mtntopview said Technically the Autobots are completely naked. They do not require clothes.


I think robots get to abide by different standards than humans when it comes to clothes, so they don't really count.
Well, you can't expect the 8 year old to NOT look at the 28 foot tall sentient robots. Even if she's seen Gundam's before. That might be expecting a bit much.

But yes, pantless Strike Witches. That will be fun. Especially when dealing with Mashymre. It's just too bad I couldn't bring Ple along for the trip (not senior enough), so we'll have to do something with that later.
It had been an ....interesting, six months since the occupants of the Axis asteroid base found themselves in North Africa of all places, with their mobile suits, vehicles, a years stockpile of helium 3, and precious little else. Fortunately, they had Haman Karn, who had quickly reasserted her authority in the general confusion and put them to work, fixing infrastructure, claiming territory, beginning the exploitation of natural resources, and upgrading the dated Earth technology to a level at which they could produce mobile suits, space ships, and modern consumer goods. Certainly not an easy task, but they had gotten a start at it.

At the same time, they had been intrigued to learn that theirs was not the only country this had happened to. The world appeared to be a patchwork quilt of transplanted peoples, and it would be inevitable that they would align against each other. With the 'Atlantic Federation' to the north, Zeon had sought alliance with the 'Soviet Union', joining their Directorate, though the level of commitment to that alliance was uncertain at this point. It wasn't as if the Soviets could force them to fight if they didn't want to.

Now they were here. Copenhagen, Denmark, a city from Earth, yet older than they were used to, not the bastion of technology like it had been back on their world. yet the Zeon delegation didn't comment on that as a limousine took them from the Komusai shuttle they had flown here to Christiansborg Palace. Mineva was too busy looking out the window, admiring all the foreign things, the many sights and sounds that accompanied the multinational deployment here. Meanwhile, Haman looked as well, but her mind was busier with planning ahead. And Mashymre was merely enjoying being in his idols presence. He was easily satisfied as such.

"Now remember," Haman said as the car pulled around to the entrance. "We must make a good impression today. These people have had no experience with Zeon and what it can do, or the oppression we suffered under the Earth Federation. We will show them that we are strong, but dedicated solely to using that force to maintaining peace. I trust that won't be too difficult for you Mashymre," she asked casually.

Mashymre nodded emphatically, a pink rose pinned to the lapel of his uniform as blue hair waved from the movement. "Yes Lady Haman," he said eagerly. "I will do my best to show these people the truth of your, and Princess Mineva's rule."

Haman then looked over to Mineva, who was pressed to the window as an Autobot walked by. "Mineva, please try to stay with me when we're there. With so many strange people here I don't want anything to happen to you."

Aware of being spoken to, Mineva looked back, complete trust in her gaze. "Alright Haman," she said happily.

At last the car arrived, and Mashymre exited the vehicle, holding the door open for Haman and Princess Mineva, both of whom exited, with Mineva giving him a 'Thank you' in the process. Then the three of them advanced towards the entrance and the gathering of world leaders, the eight year old Mineva to Haman's left, and Mashymre to her right. as they advanced, looking resplendent in regal military attire one would see at the court of the Principality of Zeon.

A few steps away, Haman came to stop. "Gentlemen, ladies,' she said with a nod of her head. "I would like to introduce Princess Mineva Lao Zabi, heir to the Zabi Royal Family, and leader of the Principality of Zeon." She gestured to the short brunette beside her, who did her best respectful bow. "I am her sitting Regent, Haman Karn, and this is Mashymre Cello, one of my most trusted officers," she added, gesturing to herself, and then to the blue haired man beside her, who bowed as well, though with a bit more of a sophisticated charm than Mineva had.

"A pleasure," he said, prepared to do his utmost to give these people a good impression of his beloved lady, and her noble ideals.

"We are grateful that you would allow us to be here," Haman concluded, looking down the rows of leaders to get first impressions, determine the weak, the strong, who would be the biggest challenges, and the easiest to handle. This would be interesting.
Tai nodded, and together they began to head back towards the cliffside that they had come from. He tuned out part of the conversation, not feeling too comfortable in even really discussing team roles when they weren't even sure that the four of them would be a team at all, or who the leader would be. True, it stood to reason that the four of them had been brought together by the relics with the intent of making them a team, but it wasn't set in stone by any means. If so, why would they make both pairs collect relics, rather than something simpler such as saying 'The first pair you meet you will be a team with. Go collect a relic and bring it back'? Since they hadn't, it still left open the possibility that their teammates could be other people. So, Tai would wait and see.

He stayed silent as well as Robert asked about backstories and general information, listening to Greyson without judging at this point. He did start paying attention though as it became clear that Greyson was more injured than he let on. "I know basic first aid," he confirmed when Robert asked, but it seemed the other boy didn't want assistance, instead trudging on with his sword as a crutch, something that most certainly was not good for the blade.

So, he decided to make the general point that might have been missed in the guy's determination to not seem a burden. "So, how do you plan to scale the cliff with a broken leg by yourself," he asked Greyson in a neutral tone, making it clear that he wasn't condemning, but rather just seeking information.
Ah. Alright. Thanks. I'll get a post up when I can.
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