Foster

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

Marlene took a break from testing APERS on some trees as they buzzed-by... leaving it looking as though she just swiped a gigantic magic-eraser across the edge of the treeline; a smile swept across her face as she thought about how to mount such a devastating close-in weapon-system, even though it wasn't much good against armor, it could undoubtedly trigger every ERA-plate on a mech in the blink of an eye...

While changing ammunition-drums, she noticed something new... It was Sarah, moping in a corner. It was then the harsh reality of her earlier reply, and the fact that she was insisting on communicating over a PADD rather than sending pulses like she used to... something was very wrong.

Setting everything down and wiping the grease from her hands as best she could as she picked-up a waiting beer and sat-down beside Sarah; being quiet and just letting her know she was there at first.

"You said it's my fault you're sad, but you never really told me why. Did something happen back at the briefing?" She asked, placing a hand on her knee and offering her a swig of beer from her bottle.

Enigma: Dawn Of The Rebellion [Sci-fi/Fantasy]

Pegging a spot for a Southern-fired half-elf that performs dramatic-readings and performs other side-jobs if it pays well enough.

Name: Endre Roran
Age: 65, appears to be 32.
Attire/Appearance: 5'10" WIP (find pointy black shoes, Foster)
Race: Half-elf
Gender: Male
Occupation: Khalee's man-servant
Location: West-End
A Brief History: Struck-up intense gambling-debt when he was 38, sold into slavery, bought by Khalee's family when he was 40 to help look after her. Since then, he hasn't really minded working for her, since she doesn't ask much from him.
Other: Has a gambling-problem

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Sup grizz?


Go back to Cadia, eh?

Massasauga's nightmare

The Three Kings (High Casual)

"Only when I know they're going to return the favor at earliest opportunity." Adrian replied as he started laying pieces of herring onto each individual cracker, lining them up neatly and slowly and methodically chewing them down one at a time.

He listened to Joslyn's idea of following him everywhere, at least until she felt he could be trusted to make-good on the deal, and nodded kindly as he reached into his shirt-pocket.

"By all means, you may accompany me." He replied, as he pulled-out a flat metal flask; "this should help with your jitters." He offered, but seeing as she probably didn't trust him enough to believe it wasn't poison or tranquilizers, popped the cap and took a lengthy draught for himself before offering a second time, shaking it to indicate that the offer was not empty.

Joslyn stared at him for a moment, eyeing the flask before she reached out and took it from him, careful not to touch him before she brought the object up to her nose. When she was sure it was just alcohol, she gave him a look before downing some of what was in the flask and made a face. "You do know I am only 17 right?" she questioned as she looked at him, "And my shaking is a side effect of my heightened reflexes... there isn't really much I can do about that."

Offering him a shy smile, she plopped down next to Adrian and snagged one of the pickled herring covered crackers before popping it into her mouth. While it was not her most favorite thing on the planet, it was something that she could eat easily and it didn't go bad incase she wasn't home for days on end. Now she was looking at being able to get something good to eat and hopefully some decent clothing on her back minus the maybe two outfits and her experiment uniform that she had.

"No, I did not. But I suppose I'm going to call-in a favor and have your papers forged in any case, if I expect you to work with me." Adrian admitted, as they continued to share a few more morsels, listening to her reason for having the shakes.

"And I suppose your sensitivity to light is enhanced, also. I'll make a point not to put-on any light-shows during your shift." He stipulated, before he froze for a second, trying not to make any noise so he could determine whether or not he was hearing things.

^"Boots." He whispered, as he slunk over to the closet-door to fetch a pair of knives, one for Joslyn, and one for himself as he gingerly lifted the SR-25 and aimed it at the door, praying they wouldn't have to deal with any seekers today. He gave a glance at Joslyn, and tried to see if she had any access to a nearby fire-escape, but knew that even if there was one, a military operation would already have most escape-routes covered.

Joslyn focused on what he was doing for some time, her mind a little slow but she wasn't exactly worried. "It's only one pair, I doubt that it's anything to be worried about," she grumbled, slowly standing up before yanking the door open, her firearm in hand, "Seeeeeeee, one person... who is in my house... why the fuck is everyone in my god damn house?! First this guy and now... this... person... urg..." She simply threw her arms up and sulked back to where she was and flopped back down, clearly displeased.

^Wait, _only ^one? Adrian asked, stupefied by Joslyn's sudden carelessness... probably more to do with her lack of sleep than from some sort of yet-unheard-of alcohol-intolerance... That or she'd make for one really cheap drunk... easy to tell if she's sampling the merch...

He carefully peeked around the corner, and sure enough, only one person... still one person with a gun...

"You're... not military, are you?" He asked, "they don't send just one... you their decoy?" He kept the rifle trained on the stranger's misshapen silhouette, but things seemed to be de-escalating pretty fast despite the paranoia being thick enough to parkour from here to LA without your feet ever touching the ground.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

I don't suppose there's any booze on this cruise...

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Play nice or I sic the panda on you agains.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

I suppose I should write stats for the following:

Ultra Rapid Launcher, Grenade Machine Gun, 30mm.
-A sawed-off and re-bored LBU-3 3-barrel gatling-HMG. Capable of firing smoke, flares, incendiary, APERS (~40 flechettes each), and HEDP at a blistering rate of 15 grenades per second (or 420 flechettes per second) with a theoretical capability of penetrating a FRAME with HEDP (45mm penetration), problems with accuracy, and relatively slow projectiles makes dodging these outside of 300 meters pretty easy (with flechettes becoming almost useless outside of 150m). Using dual-feed and the ability to feed from either end of each drum allows for using up to four ammunition-types (50 shells of each type).

Max volley-range is only 800 meters. If you've played arty in WoT... flight-time is like that.
-Minimum range of all shells to arm besides APERS is 40 meters.

Silenced NNU-10 22mm Medium-velocity Autocannon.
-It's an NNU-10 with a semi-truck muffler fitted.

MG-27 with bipod and shoulder-stock
Pretty much a FRAME CIWS modded into an infantry machine-gun.

The Three Kings (High Casual)

@Cherry_Shield

You asked for it...

@Massasauga

>Checks for a homing-beacon on their characters that just attracts this sort of weirdness, or if that's just the nature of all forums they've been to, ever.

FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

As she set up her impromptu gun-range on the Shamiga's deck-railing, her PADD vibrated, and upon answering found Sarah had encountered a partial success. Although a hunch told her she wouldn't be able to finish it today even if she had an opportunity the size of an open barn-door land in front of her.

With her PADD, she replied back, <Going to be testing some weapons up on deck, care to join me? Otherwise I suggest earplugs ^_->

Without awaiting a reply, she made sure to set aside plenty of ammunition to give any enthusiastic individuals some trigger-time as she took a rangefinder to a few landmarks coming-up.

Then she started with one of the 30mm gats strapped tightly down to the hand-truck as a makeshift gun-cradle. For safety's sake. she gave the mount a few kicks to convincer herself it wasn't going to budge before loading a test-clip of 20 rounds... just enough for a half-second burp... estimated flight-time of about 2 seconds... this was going to sound weird.

Standing alongside the mount as an observer, she connected the firing-solenoids and watched the chaos ensue.

A Heart Frozen (Ebonfort)

Sorry 'bout the rush, other RPs to reply to.