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The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

@Jinxlynx Alright, sounds great!

@Thecrash20 I’m not entirely sure how many people are still joining at this point. Feel free to submit a CS, though.

Here’s a sneak peak at the beginning of the story.

Story

A harried woman was having a moment of peace in her field, tending the rows of coffee shrubs. Her crop was in tiered rows, up the hill toward one of six mouths into the cavernous mine that McDonough’s Rest was built into. The plants went all the way to the tall, electric wire fence that abutted the edge of the lush jungle. The fence kept out the worst of the predators on the planet, but was irritatingly ineffective against the arboreal herbivores, who had developed a taste for the leaves and branches of the coffee plants.
A boom, and a shift in the air made her look up. There was a ship, just now arriving in the atmosphere, and moving quickly toward McDonough’s Rest. The woman looked at it with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. She switched to outrage as the ship - some basic sort of shuttle - landed on the outskirts of the field, crushing a segment of the security fence.

“Patrick!” the woman shrieked over her shoulder, back toward the sheltered supply shed, “Get the slathe-gun!” There was an indistinct response from within, but a moment later a man in dirty coveralls stepped out with a large bored, revolving rifle. He was moving with a bewildered caution toward the ship, while his wife stalked furiously ahead of him. As they approached, the ramp unfolded from the bottom hatch, revealing a wide entrance into the belly of the shuttle. A man stepped out. He had jet black, unnaturally neat hair, and a tan complexion. He was dressed in all black as well, the collar of his long jacket coming almost to his chin.

“And I suppose you’ll be paying for those crops you just ruin’d?” the woman asked in a fury.

He looked at her, a cruel laughter behind his eyes. “You suppose wrongly. As I own this land, anything planted here is mine to keep, or destroy, as I please.”

She was apoplectic. “I was born here! Ain’t know prissy space man gonna land his ship on my land, squish my crops, and then look me in the face and tell me it’s his!”

“I think you’ll find,” he began silkily as the woman crossed her arms and glared, “That my paperwork is-”

He was reaching into an interior pocket, presumably to produce said paperwork, when she interrupted him. “Patrick, shoot ‘im.”

As Patrick was bringing his slathe-gun to bear, an enormous metal arm reached out from the mouth of the shuttle, and put itself between the stranger and them. It was followed by a similarly black clad titan, which had to duck its way out of the ship’s belly.

“If that’s the way you will play this,” he said, ice creeping into his voice, “I think you’ll find my armament is every bit as orderly as my paperwork. If you would be so kind as to allow an introduction - I am Hector Federico Alvarez. And you are?” The titan had moved its hand away so that they could speak face to face, but it had a nasty looking gun trained on the both of them.

“Maggie McDonough,” she replied through clenched teeth. Other townsfolk were gathering to this side of the mine, peering from the opening, or approaching from around one side or the other.
“Patrick,” Patrick said simply, holding his rifle down at his side.

“McDonough as well..?” He asked, pointing slyly between the two of them.

“Aye.”

“Well, always nice to have good company. Either by rule or law, or rule of gun, I think you’ll find this land to be every bit mine. You are in some amount of luck, however. My equipment and workforce is a few weeks behind me, so you have the fortune of a bit of a grace period. I will be returning in,” He waved his hand in front of him, producing a holographic screen that he consulted, “Sixteen standard days. You have until then to vacate the premises. When we arrive, we will use whatever Force is necessary to clear out all of… this. It has been quite the pleasure, Mrs. McDonough, Mr. McDonough. I hope I won’t see you again. Fairwell.” He turned on his heel and marched back into the shuttle. The sleek black titan seemed to look them over a moment longer before following suit as the ship’s engines began to rev.

I’m out of town now though(posting during a layover) so don’t expect frequent responses.

The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

@Jinxlynx All looks good to me. What planet is she from? And why is she out here on Actaeon?

The titan is a little bit off form, but it’s close enough that we could just assume stylistic difference by culture.

The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

@Aristo That is perfect.

@Rebirth It is, though you should be warned I am out of town next week and will have a delayed start until then.
And this most certainly is not advanced. You are free to put in as much detail as you'd like(I mean, to a point. I'm not reading a thesis on bipedal robot mechanics from an engineering doctorate candidate, but you know), but I don't require any particular level.

The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

@Aristo Yeah, absolutely feel free to go hog wild on the military tech details. Notes would be the perfect place for that sort of thing.

Like you say, mecha are by no means realistic, but I am aiming for something more “grounded.” Like a midway between a modern tank and a gundam. Obviously with some extra liberties taken(like some using swords, or blades claws).

And hey, if you liked the first Titanfall, I cannot recommend Titanfall 2 highly enough.

The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

@Aristo Couple of things. First, the image of the helmet doesn't appear, I'm not sure why.

Second, and I guess this isn't the biggest deal, but another player who has submitted a sheet already has his mech use stealth.

Thirdly, the style does not match. I did provide an image in the first post that shows the general configuration. Though we're not literally in the world of Titanfall, it is the primary inspiration for the style of robot. You don't need to be knowledgeable, or even necessarily familiar with the game, so long as you can fit the style.

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You also go overboard on the utility section. The section is meant to show your mech's unique special ability(singular). An advanced projectile interception system fits, but you don't need to list all of the stuff that I think we can assume is more or less standard(the targeting system etc).
Same thing kind of goes for the "gear" section in the pilot CS. As stated on the CS skeleton, it's kind of your character's "special power"(again, singular).

The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

I was going to let people send in their apps.

But, I go out of town next week, and likely won't be on between sunday and friday. I don't think it makes much sense to start and then pause until I return, so I was going to just wait until I'm back.

The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

I may ask for edits, but as long as you don't directly contradict anyone, you'll be fine.

The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

Nothing specific, no. I was allowing players more or less free reign when it comes to that.

It's worth noting that Actaeon has no central, or large governments to speak of. It technically falls under the Frontier Union, but for the most part all that means is there's a basic ID paperwork system and centralized currency.

The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

@Dealdric Alrighty, sounds good. Can we assume that the invisibility is kind of in bursts, like Ronin's phase shift(I think you're one of the ones who played the games).

@Dynamo Frokane Is James Brown known for being down?

Either way, welcome.

@eemmtt@Jinxlynx@Reflection@King Cosmos@DawningAurora

Just a quick bump to everyone, let me know if you're still here or not.

And if anyone is bummed that my character took a role/niche they meant to have, just say so, I have a backup.

The Magnificent Seven with mecha pilots(now without the fandom elements).

@Burning Kitty
No, I'm afraid not.

For those of you working on a CS, you may like to see my example one. I am missing an appearance for the mecha, but other than that it's pretty much as I would have it.

CS

Pilot

Name: Holly Pritchard
Appearance: A woman in her late thirties, with mid length, graying brown hair, often tied into a neat bun behind her head. In place of her right eye, there is a smooth metal patch with a series of gold electrical contacts on it. Her right arm is synthetic from just above the elbow, though in her combat jacket it’s usually mostly hidden.
She dresses in a gray pilot’s jumpsuit and harness, with the navy blue jacket of her old military regiment. The jacket is fastened with an offset zipper, usually partially undone with the front folded down. Her shoulder has a patch with a chess’s knight on it, under the number “205.”

Helmet

Weapons:
~A short barrelled bullpup SMG that she can hold in one hand.
~The Bitch, a human sized version of the bastard sword that Cavelier wields. It’s collapsable and sits on the small of her back when not in use.
~A thermite gel launcher. It lobs fist sized globs of sticky, burning gel. It burns intensely enough to dig into armor plates.
Gear: Eye of Odin. Her helmet has a direct link to her optic nerve through her missing right eye.. At its simplest, she can see with regular binocular vision when wearing her helmet. She can also switch the feed between any other cameras she networks herself with(including Cavelier’s visual processor).
Background: Holly and Cavelier(originally designated CV-322) were paired together in military service with Orion’s Two Hundred and Fifth Mechanized Cavalry. She served during a bloody, planet-wide civil war that, last she heard, has not ended to this day. Holly was a young hotshot at the time, and ruined her military career in a moment of cockiness. Her squad was taking control of a lightly armed farm that was in enemy hands, Holly decided she could manage the fight on foot, with CV-322 standing by behind. A surprise improvised grenade was thrown(or launched, it was never clear) from the nearby barn, igniting in mid air a few feet to her right. CV-322 rushed in to scoop its incapacitated pilot into the cockpit, and in an uncharacteristic display of nearly human anger, leveled the barn.
Holly’s helmet and armor saved her life, but she lost an arm, an eye, and has had a long road to recover from brain damage. She was set to be decommissioned, and her titan reassigned. She stole it(and for its part, CV-322 didn’t make much effort to avoid being stolen), and took a smuggler’s ship from the planet. She’d already lost her arm, half her eyesight and her job, she couldn’t stand to lose her partner too.
Holly and Cavelier(as her mecha has come to be known) have been doing mercenary work on out of the way worlds ever since.

Titan

Name: Cavelier
Appearance:

Class: Heavy
Armament: The Lance and The Bastard. The Lance is a high powered rail gun, good at medium to long distances, but hard to bring to bear in closer quarters. Smaller, lighter enemies trying to get in close for hit and run tactics will be surprised, however, when the Bastard comes out. A double edged bastard sword, it collapses to about half its length when “sheathed” at Cavelier’s side. Cavelier can hold the Lance with its left hand to quickly grab the Bastard with its right and start swinging.
Utility: Full Plate. Additional armor plates unfold and slide into place over joints and vital areas. Drastically increases damage resistance against ballistic and explosive weapons, though it reduces movement and visibility.
Last Stand: Glorious Charge. Enormous power is routed to the ion boosters on Cavelier’s back, and it launches forward with incredible speed and power. It can move in a wide curving pattern, but other than that once the charge starts, it’s a little too late to stop.
When Charging, there isn’t enough power to run the rail gun, so Cavelier will put it away, and swing the Bastard with both hands.
Notes: When linked in the cockpit, Holly can control Cavelier’s right arm as if it were her own, thanks to the neural infrastructure she already has in place for her prosthetic arm. When nearby, she can see through its eyes.