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Pretty great that this has finally started up, we have an interesting cast of characters here. Especially (Miss?) Skepic's very own Alexi.
If GMing with talented RPers has taught me anything, is that this ambiguity makes flirting like playing hopscotch in a minefield.
Seems like we are still waiting sadly...
Wait no longer! Things are about to get action-y
The Deputy had a bounce in his step all the way to the hangar, he didnt say anything apart from a couple greetings to the staff they walked past but he couldnt quit grinning, as if he was playing a joke in his head that no one else would get. He seemed to have a fidgeting problem, kept snapping his belt bracers and then began to hum some sort of country tune as they neared the mechs which were in the garage. As they stood among thier Mechs, Deputy turned to face the group.
Turns out my cousin has taken a special interest in yall, he gotta have some important talk with the 3 that went with him, but yall get to stretch those metal legs and get down in the mud with some pals of mine.
The Deputy leaned against Cassius' machine, the Angel and pulled out a data pad, he chuckled to himself as tapped on a few icons and brought up a hologram. The image of a mech design filled the space in front of him.
So this right here is the series of Colos-I uh mean Mechs used by the O'Brian brothers, they come from a friendly hick family in the mountain area of the greenlands, thier granny makes one hell of a pumpkin pie too! I've asked them to come help with a little friendly face of with yall, all 4 will be remote controlling these guys and trying to take you out, but remember its just a training match so no need to soil your dungarees over nuttin, once you are all in your mechs those garage doors fly open and comabt starts right away so no dilly-dallying, kick some ass yall!
With that the deptuty grabbed his datapad and skipped away laughing to himself as he faded into the dark hallway leading up the hangar garage, the match would commence very soon.
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The Sheriff's voice had settled in its new deep tone, his eyes were still hidden under the brim of his cowboy duster, but the blue lights of his digital map table was reflecting off his eyes just enough to give them an inhuman glow. Hes head didn't move as the 3 pilots spoke he listened in complete silence and focus before speaking back. He ignored the question about his accent.
You are right, we are the strongest registered power in the fortune reigon, not big enough to be an army, but weve definately made a name for ourselves even across the pond. But thats mainly because of the nature of what we do. We take jobs and requests from the local people and keep the area clean where we can, but every now and again we will get something big, something that our regular members cant handle....
The sheriff stood up at his table and a screen flicked on behind him with the profiles of all the 7 pilots clear on the screen.
Most of the people wanting to join us are teenagers looking for a thrill, small time security workers who arent happy with their pay and ex cons on the run, or junkies looking to make money. Luckily most of the jobs we get even a child could do, guarding towns raiding old elementum mines, shit like that. But we just got a tip off about something very big.....it seems like that only hours after the Western Coalition has ended this week, there has been strange happennenings in Fortune reigon, it has to be connected. And if I'm totally honest, you 7 wanting to join is massive godsend, most of you are ex military and you all have exemplary combat records, not to mention Mk2+ Mechs, you are essentially over qualified to join the Outcast guild, but you are just right for this assignment.
The screen behind him flickered off of the profiles of the pilots and on to a map of the Fortune Reigon and it zoomed into the middle, where the Swamplands are located.
Basically, there has been a disturbance at Helen Tower, which was what set the great war in motion in the first place. We have identified, Mechs travelling from this unknown base in the swamplands, at first we though it was a regular bandit hideout, but the Mechs all seem to have the same markings and only travel from this base to helen tower and back. We would like all 7 of you to have a look at that. I know there is no official ranking in the guild, but we would like you 3 to be in charge of this little group as we feel your experience lends to it the best. You can decide between yourselves the hirearchy.....Any questions?
The Sheriff sat back down, totally still.
Turns out my cousin has taken a special interest in yall, he gotta have some important talk with the 3 that went with him, but yall get to stretch those metal legs and get down in the mud with some pals of mine.
The Deputy leaned against Cassius' machine, the Angel and pulled out a data pad, he chuckled to himself as tapped on a few icons and brought up a hologram. The image of a mech design filled the space in front of him.
So this right here is the series of Colos-I uh mean Mechs used by the O'Brian brothers, they come from a friendly hick family in the mountain area of the greenlands, thier granny makes one hell of a pumpkin pie too! I've asked them to come help with a little friendly face of with yall, all 4 will be remote controlling these guys and trying to take you out, but remember its just a training match so no need to soil your dungarees over nuttin, once you are all in your mechs those garage doors fly open and comabt starts right away so no dilly-dallying, kick some ass yall!
With that the deptuty grabbed his datapad and skipped away laughing to himself as he faded into the dark hallway leading up the hangar garage, the match would commence very soon.
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The Sheriff's voice had settled in its new deep tone, his eyes were still hidden under the brim of his cowboy duster, but the blue lights of his digital map table was reflecting off his eyes just enough to give them an inhuman glow. Hes head didn't move as the 3 pilots spoke he listened in complete silence and focus before speaking back. He ignored the question about his accent.
You are right, we are the strongest registered power in the fortune reigon, not big enough to be an army, but weve definately made a name for ourselves even across the pond. But thats mainly because of the nature of what we do. We take jobs and requests from the local people and keep the area clean where we can, but every now and again we will get something big, something that our regular members cant handle....
The sheriff stood up at his table and a screen flicked on behind him with the profiles of all the 7 pilots clear on the screen.
Most of the people wanting to join us are teenagers looking for a thrill, small time security workers who arent happy with their pay and ex cons on the run, or junkies looking to make money. Luckily most of the jobs we get even a child could do, guarding towns raiding old elementum mines, shit like that. But we just got a tip off about something very big.....it seems like that only hours after the Western Coalition has ended this week, there has been strange happennenings in Fortune reigon, it has to be connected. And if I'm totally honest, you 7 wanting to join is massive godsend, most of you are ex military and you all have exemplary combat records, not to mention Mk2+ Mechs, you are essentially over qualified to join the Outcast guild, but you are just right for this assignment.
The screen behind him flickered off of the profiles of the pilots and on to a map of the Fortune Reigon and it zoomed into the middle, where the Swamplands are located.
Basically, there has been a disturbance at Helen Tower, which was what set the great war in motion in the first place. We have identified, Mechs travelling from this unknown base in the swamplands, at first we though it was a regular bandit hideout, but the Mechs all seem to have the same markings and only travel from this base to helen tower and back. We would like all 7 of you to have a look at that. I know there is no official ranking in the guild, but we would like you 3 to be in charge of this little group as we feel your experience lends to it the best. You can decide between yourselves the hirearchy.....Any questions?
The Sheriff sat back down, totally still.
@Dynamo Frokane actually nevermind, famtasy and martial arts lol sorry
Cool I got a stage and a character ready, just waiting on a character sheet from yourself.
@Dynamo Frokane
Probably modern setting with martial arts and a bit of fantasy in it.
Well Ive got a monk character but not for modern times, modern and fantasy dont really mesh that well together.
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lol hmm....don't know quite yet. Trying to think of who or what I'll use or make a new character all together.
What kind of battle did you have in mind? Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Modern, Martial Arts? Maybe a mix ?
@Dynamo Frokane bro...still down for a little friendly duel?
I'm always down for the grove uh I mean the arena...you got a character in mind?
Ready to rock and roll? Your characters all start in the common room, waiting to interact.
The Outcast Base
It was the afternoon and 3 men were talking in a large tent, it was located outside the main walls but still within the defense perimiter, the 3 men happened to be cousins, and they also happened to be leaders of the Outcast Guild. They were nameless shadowy types, never seen in normal towns or transport ships, always hidden away, only speaking when they need to. They are the most infamous group in the Free Land, so they dont want more than a handful of people to have even heard their voices. In order of youngest to oldest, they are The Deputy, The Sheriff and The Marshall. They are all in deep discussion and debate about the new recruits to their guild, 7 pilots are have been waiting in the common room waiting to be seen by an official.
The Marshall says a series of words that are interpreted as a direct order to his two younger cousins, who reluctantly comply with his decision. They all nod to each other and get about their business, the Marshall returns to his barracks via a squad jeep and the Deputy and Sheriff head to the Common room. They both stood in the middle of the room that was fairly cosy with sofas and a coffee machine, the pilots were already talking but the entrance of the two men brought about a silence. The Sheriff who was dressed like a wild west bounty hunter with his hat very low over his face spoke first.
Dang it, this room is kinda studdy aint it? I'm the Sheriff, I'm one of the 3 founders of this tidy little operation we got runnin here. Now normally we'd have Guild Recruitment process ya, but me and the Cowboy got something else in mind for ya. He gon run you through a little exercise and I need a couple of yall ears. So I'm gonna ask Hawthorne, Alexi & Nate to join me in the War room real quick. I'll leave the rest of yall with the Deputy.
The Sheriff lead the 3 soldiers with him to the War room which was only a few doors down the hall, it was where all major operations were planned and it was almost unheard of to bring new recruits in. After showing them all a seat he took his place at the head of the table and cleared his throat. When he spoke his voice was deeper, and his accent seemed to dissapear.
Okay....before we go any further, I need to know.....why did you decide to join the outcast guild?
Back in the common room the Deputy who was dressed like a farmhand pulled up his belt braces with his thumbs and let them snap against his chest before taking a quick look around, the room.
Okay you guys, ya'll wanna have some fun? Head to the hangar where yall have parked and get inside your mechs, meet me by the flatland are near the back of the compound. Got a surpside for ya!
The young man flashed a cheeky smile and skipped off toward the hangar direction.
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