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Mobile Suit Gundam: Extend

*Pokes head in for a look*

Return of the Force 2.

Cyphor Fey'lar
Nova Retreat Docking Bay

The Nightclouds Reward was cleared to land with very little fuss compared to many places Hayle had put her ship down. She supposed that was the advantage of being recognised as friendly and being expected. She had notified Cha'alla who had in turn notified the stations medical staff that they had several wounded aboard that would benefit from proper medical treatment. Of the three of them Cyphor was as usual the most stubborn of them, refusing to simply sit or lay down and rest during the trip. Hayle figured he must be tapping the Force and all those strange Jedi techniques just to keep himself mobile and conscious, Kathlyn and their newest member the Kel'dor Jedi Hal had at least not resisted when they were given the same advice. Not that Kathlyn had much of a choice, her wound was stable but even light activity could reopen it until proper treatment in a bacta tank could be done.

As a result of calling ahead there was a medsled and a few orderlies waiting behind Cha'alla and Nikan when the crew disembarked from the Reward while Hal and Cyphor could move under their own power, Kathlyn was still aboard the vessel and so Kalmi beaconed the orderlies with the medsled over to board and retrieve her young Cathar padawan. Two more orderlies moved to intercept Cyphor and Hal as they approached only for Cyphor to brush off the one headed towards him. "I will make my own way to the med bay in time thank you, My injuries are not that severe." he said to the orderly, though the way he winced as the fabric of his tunic rubbed against unseen burns belied the truth.

"You should get those wounds seen too before we go about other business, Cyphor." Cha'alla said with a smile "I've known you longer than anyone else still with you and I don't need that experience to see that you are in pain." She added gently.
"You mentioned one of Tokrans students had arrived not long ago, if there are so many of us here I can only imagine something dire is afoot. Has a reason come to light yet?" Cyphor asked as he summarily ignored Cha'alla's counsel to seek medical treatment first.
"Goddor comes with a request of the Masters from Tohkran, what that request is I do not know yet. I believe we were waiting for you to arrive so we could all be told at once." Cha'alla replied, at this point the orderlies had emerged from the Reward with a drugged Kathlyn on the medsled. they headed out of the hanger bay with Hal and the other orderlies following and Cha'alla turned to follow them as well. Without even considering it Cyphor followed her to continue the conversation.
"Do you know where Tohkran himself is? Why would he send his student if the request is of the sort of magnitude you imply." Cyphor said, mostly to himself.
"Goddor did not say, he did seem rather nervous and on edge however." Cha'alla replied.
“Then what he asks will likely not be small, Mara is due to return soon yes? I want you to contact our forces, double check who is where and what they are doing. Military action seems the most logical option for this request, that or monetary, but a monetary matter could be asked over comms more easily. Either way contracts are coming due and an accounting of our forces is called for before we take our nex...” Cyphor paused for a moment realising they were now standing outside the medbay. He gave Cha'alla a sidelong look before sighing, his fur rippling with resignation. “Alright I'll let them apply a salve to the burns, when did you become so adept with the mind trick?” He said with a small laugh at the end.
Cha'alla smiled back confidently before replying “Someone needs to make sure you look after yourself. Is there anything else you'd like me to cover while you get treated?”
Cyphor shook his head for a moment, she really did know him too well. “You had Too with you on the Risk vs Reward, we ran across a large republic minefield on our way to Kashyyyk, Have him pull the sensor logs from the Nightclouds Reward and compile them in an encrypted file, then have him send the data to Colonel Hosh is the CIS. Then see if you can gather everyone to meet, the sooner Goddor can get this request off his chest the sooner the young rodian can relax.” He said before turning to the medbay doors.
“I'll see too it.” Cha'alla replied simply before turning to carry out the instructions. As the medbay doors opened and Cyphor stepped inside he turned and called over his shoulder.
“Cha'alla... Thankyou.” To which Cha'alla just smiled and nodded before continuing on her way.

Summary

Cyphor arrives at Nova retreat and is greeted by Cha'alla.
The injured are taken to the medbay for treatment while Cha'alla and Cyphor catch up and make arrangements.

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

So he's not quite finished, still need to flesh out some fluff items and his bio but for the most part my character is ready.

Name:Edward 'Ned' Lawson
Age: 27
Sex: Male.
Appearance:
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History Type:
Australian Backpacker: Coming from the land down under with twisted, more dangerous versions of already dangerous wildlife, your character is a damned fine survivalist, and shows this with a knowledge of various creatures and wildlife a clear cut above that of the average person. They also tend to be better with last second melee weaponry than anyone else, seeing as how many of the creatures on the Australian continent are stealth predators...
(Can typically spot weaknesses in enemies before anyone else can, bonuses to melee weapons, have a slightly better chance at detecting an attempted sneak attack before it occurs.)

Biography

Born and raised in a small fortress settlement on the Australian east coast, Edward has gone most of his life knowing full well the horrors of the modern world. Raiders, mutated wildlife and mutated raiders were a fairly common problem for the small settlement. It was just large enough to hold on to what it had which made it a tempting target for the raiders looking to move up in the world, likewise they were small enough that the wildlife were not deterred easily.

By age eight, Edward knew how to drive the various buggies and transport trucks used by the settlement to free up the more able bodied for defence and labour. he also found himself caring for, along with a small number of other children, the small herd of livestock and other animals trained by the settlement. as he grew older he learned to drive the larger combat vehicles the settlement had and was given training in weapons and combat. Few people in the settlement had only a single role as their numbers were low enough that everyone needed to be able to do more than one task so as not to leave the settlement bereft of needed skills should a death occur.

Edwards role eventually became that of security, he had taken to weapons training with a vigor only a few had and he could drive any of the vehicles used by the settlement should the need arise. He also took to the animals more so than many of the population, while the day to day caring was still handled by the children for the most part Edward took a blue heeler puppy into his care and trained it to be a companion both in the field and domestically. Some in the settlement joked that Edward connected with the dog more than he did his fellow humans.

A man by the name of Bruce McFoster wandered into the settlement one day, a baby wallaby in his care. Bruce was rather quiet at the time and it seemed the only thing he truly cared about was the wallaby which he clearly did not know how to care for. Edward took him in and taught him how to keep the wallaby healthy and in the process the two became friends as Bruce opened up and told his story. After Bruce recovered some sense of self the two of them worked together to help the settlement until it became clear to Edward that Bruce was still in pain from his loss. Edward suggested the Bruce needed a change of scenery and that distance could help him where the 'normality' of life in the settlement could not. Not long after the two found themselves seabound for the the united states, Edward going as well to keep an eye on his unstable friend and to provide him with a familiar and friendly face in the times when memory overtook him.

Technical Information:

Career Path: Pilot-Grunt Multi-Class.

Pilot

The pilot is someone who has specialised themselves towards vehicles in general, ranging from aircraft to mechs to jeeps and tanks, they also tend to pick up mechanical skills and have the tendency to understand foreign technologies quicker than anyone else. As a benefit, they can also pass this knowledge onto others who might better benefit from certain technologies than the pilot would.
Pilots start with a small mech and simplistic personal equipment. They replace Civilian Clothing with a Mechanical Jumpsuit that offers them all the tools they need to do small time repairs in their mech in their pouches. This jumpsuit also protects them from certain elements, such as acid, but loses its stealth enhancing qualities. They also replace the First Aid Kit with a Technical Kit--they can use this to do more extreme repairs, and to analyse foreign and outright alien technology to unlock its secrets for the squad... Or for themselves.
Pilots can equip any unlocked modifications for their mech outside of a mission, but further slots are only unlocked through missions themselves, such as in analysing enemy technology with the Technician’s Kit or bringing back scavenge for the Council to examine.

Grunt

The grunt is someone who has become a grizzled war fighter, having chosen to abstain from both the more mechanised aspects of warfare and the temptation of mutations. They instead use speciality training and customised firearms to resolve the day. Often underestimated, their contribution to a battle tends to be less obvious than the other two, and don’t let the name fool you: A well trained, well equipped Grunt is just as deadly as a high ranking Listener or Pilot!
Grunts start with their Light Armour replaced with Medium Armour, still flexible but capable of stopping some damage in critical areas. They also have access to one of three starting weapons which replaces the Standard Issue Council Rifle.
Grunts start with two weapon modifications for their weapon of choice and can change out these modifications at any time when not in a mission. They also start with two pieces of Advanced Training.

Mech:
Designation: Dingo QAM-B3
Size: Small.
Occupants: One.
General Description: Unlike the standard Bipedal mechs used by Bunker Chicago the Dingo is a quadruped design. The Torso is horizontal with a turret mounted on the top and a 'forward section' contains the scanners, holds the joints for the front legs and has a weapon hardpoint. It stands about 10 meters tall including its turret and is approximately 17 meters in length.
Equipment:

Legs-Forward

--Sprint Gyro. (Shared Slot 1)
--Jump Jets. (Shared Slot 2, 1 scrap cost)

Legs-Rear

--Sprint Gyro.(Shared Slot 1)
--Jump Jets. (Shared Slot 2)

Torso

--Light Armour.
--Pilot Chamber.
--Emergency Escape Hatch.
--Rear Facing Tow Cable with Powered Winch. (1 slot, 1 scrap)
--Dog Box.

Forward Section

–.50 Calibre Rapid Fire
--Floodlights
--Standard Scanning Package.

Back Turret

--Narrow Beam Laser
--Narrow Beam Laser

Grunt:

Custom Weapon

Submachine Gun.
Modifications:
--Mod 1: Silencer
--Mod 2: Hi-Tech Scope: Infrared
--Mod 3: Hi-Tech Scope: Night-vision

Advanced Training

--AT 1: Adrenalin Junkie
--AT 2: Damned Fine Aim

Inventory:

Weapons

Combat Knife: The standard army combat knife. A design over a century old still more than effective enough to carry on into the future.
Standard Issue Council Pistol: Your standard issue, eighteen shot clip pistol provided to nearly everyone in the bunkers and on most homesteads, to both civilians and armed personnel alike. This is based off of the glock-18 model, with some near-future modifications.

Armour

Mechanical Jumpsuit: Offers all the tools needed to do small time repairs on mechs in its pouches. This jumpsuit also protects from certain elements, such as acid, but loses the stealth enhancing qualities of civilian attire.
Medium Armour: An improvement over the Standard Light Armour, still flexible but capable of stopping some damage in critical areas, unlike the 'kitten assault armour'

Medicine & Tech

Medkit: Your standard medkit, including bandages, stitches, rubbing alcohol, and more.
Technical Kit: Can use this to do more extreme repairs, and to analyse foreign and outright alien technology to unlock its secrets for the squad... Or for himself.
Radio: A simple radio for contacting others.
Frag Grenade: A small hand held explosive. Pull the pin and throw it into a small room for maximum effect, as it isn’t all that effective in a large area with several pieces of cover... Each character starts with two frag grenades.
Flashbang: A non-lethal version of the Frag Grenade, this weapon’s purpose is to cause a bright flash of light and a loud bang, blinding and deafening opponents. Each character starts with two flashbangs.

Miscellaneous

Anything that is just excess fluff in most situations, like dog-tags, or a watch.
Dog-Tags: A way to identify your horrible mangled corpse. Congratulations! At least you won't die forgotten mister... Uh... What was your name again?
Standard Watch: Your standard wrist watch, likely powered by gears and springs as in old clockwork, only compartmentalized to fit on the wrist.
Flash-Light: Useful in dark places. Often mounted on a shoulder or duct-taped to a weapon.
Pocket Multi-tool: Sometimes all you need is something light and quick to get the job done, so Ned carries this tool for those times when using the Technical Kit is overdoing it.
BBQ Lighter: Ned finds it rather a bit more useful than a standard cigarette lighter because of its extended reach.
Multiple Rolls of Gaffa Tape: Stick anything to anything else and good at plugging gaps in a pinch, you can never have to much gaff.
Max: Max is an Australian cattle dog of the blue heeler breed. Not that there is much call for cattle dogs in recent years what with many of the livestock having become mutated beasts that are ore than a match for a barking mongrel. Rather than herding cattle however Max has been taught since he was a puppy various skills and such that would have gone to canines in the military or police forces in years gone by, while no match for the majority of mutated life or soldiers in armour Max has none-the-less been a faithful companion and helpful friend to Ned for the past 5 or 6 years.

Signature: Gat, oh and... Vlad has Camoflauge

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

Tempest said at which point i have to strip off every single item i have

I'm sure some would not complain about that.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Marginal improvements over the old site in features, the integration of ic and ooc for instance, aside from that yea, its far from ideal.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Makes a note that the PM system needs some serious work, mainly in the form of notifications.

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

Herzinth said
Pilot multiclassing as a Pilot

more likely pilot-grunt actually, though listener-pilot might be interesting.

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

You know what, Fuck it, we've got a new guy at work now and things are slightly less crazy with the extra hands so....

Brovo, Expect a bunch of questions over steam when i get home.. or PM if you're not online for some reason, I'm planing to make a pilot hybrid

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

You love that smily don't you Brovo.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Extend

We're just sleeping :p

Which Ive been doing a lot more of lately, 50 hour weeks are not in any way fun.

Edit: It occurs to me that work might be getting to me.. combined with the lack of sleep that 50 hour weeks inevitibly causes becuase this post made alot more sense to me when i wrote it... not so much now that I'm actually awake.