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6 yrs ago
Current I teach my first online lecture today... this shouldn't be too hard right?
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11 yrs ago
Tout ce qui est fait n'est plus à faire
11 yrs ago
"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."
11 yrs ago
"El amor es como el fuego. Suelen ver el humo los que están fuera antes que las llamas los que están dentro."

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Hexaflexagon (Concept)
In geometry, flexagons are flat models, usually constructed by folding strips of paper, that can be flexed or folded in certain ways to reveal faces besides the two that were originally on the back and front.


Hexaflexagon (Person?)
Academic who somehow got conned into working for the Government. Been role-playing both on forums and TTRPGs for close to twenty years at this point. I'm like 99% retired from active RPing on the Guild, but I still like to poke my head onto here once in a while to make sure that I didn't leave the lights on.

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hooray for racism and sexism in one line.

"tap that yellow ass" >.> People actually say that?


In the South which assuming from Tommy boy's drawl he's from. Well yes indeed because if it has racist and or sexists overtones a redneck probably said it at least once. Why? Because Merica.

@Howler
Oh I'm not calling you out or anything. XD The flashy showmanship fits with Trent's character. But yes the giant sniper rifle is nice until somebody gets right up into your face, then terrible things tend to happen.
P.S. How about a general post limit of one per day? Just those of us who have more time don't leave the others far behind.

That is a good idea. We should listen to this good idea.

@Flagg
Sorry to hear that dude. I was looking forward to dealing with your crazy wizard! Well if things ever free up and we are still around feel free to drop by.

@Liar
Looking good! Aehren is accepted!

Update

Everybody's posts are looking good so far! So yay!
@Whoami
I'm also game for whatever hilarity you have in store.
As chaos erupted in the Chantry courtyard, Freyan moved into action quickly. It seemed the Viscounts hunch had been correct though to be honest Freyan did not expect the assassin to be an elf. That would complicate diplomatic matters in the long run indeed. The man in armor bounded up to the raised platform soon after the Grand Cleric had dealt with her own assassin. He quickly dropped into a defensive stance as he looked around for another assassin hiding the crowd. But he picked out nothing still remaining there as a Templar rushed over to help the Grand Cleric to her feet as two Sisters moved over to help the Cleric's fallen guards. Freyan wanted to tell them that it was hopeless and that the Assassin had been extremely precise in her killing blows. But he said nothing, it would not help the matter and their busy hands would stay the tides of grief if only for a little bit. Such depravity in front of the House of the Maker it told of the times and almost made Freyan sick as he turned to where the Assassin had gone down. There was much chaos as a group of very angry Templars rushed over to deal with the assassin pushing the city guard out of the way as they voiced their protest. Freyan after making sure the Grand Cleric was being taking care of moved away from her and towards this growing group of people.

When he arrived at the group the Templars and the guards were arguing with one another. From what Freyan could gather the holy knights wanted to execute the assassin for such a heinous act while the guards wanted to bring her through the proper channels. Swift justice was a thing that Freyan could appreciate but he wondered if emotions were flying too high at the moment. Sure, the assassin had tried to kill a holy figure which is generally frowned upon in society but she didn't succeeded did she? So killing her... wouldn't that just make them more murderers than she was? Heroes didn't go around stabbing people, no that wouldn't be right. Freyan pondered this predicament in his head as he pushed through the group towards the front just as things had begun to become heated. One of the Templars had pushed the guard that was restraining off of the assassin and had placed his own heavy iron boot upon his chest. He drew his sword and called out to the rest around him with a strong conviction in his voice. "If you spineless fools won't deal with this traitorous knife-ear wretch, I will in the name of the Maker!"

The other Templar cheered as their fellow raised his sword high above his head bringing it down with the intent to separate the assassins head from her body. Before the guards could jump in and before the Templar could finish his deed he let out a strangled cry of pain. Everyone turned in surprise as seemingly out of nowhere a large pointed chain had embedded itself into the man's shoulder. Freyan had not thought about what he was doing he only reacted on training that wad drilled into him after years of action and response. He did not think his actions through as he dragged the man forward pulling his sword away from the assassin and brought his shield up slamming it into the side of the man's face dropping him to the ground like a heavy sack of vegetables. Freyan pulled the chain out of the man's arm and walked towards the assassin standing beside her as he turned to explain himself to the authorities. he authorities who know guard and Templar alike had there swords raised and pointed at him, a stranger who had just assaulted a man of the faith in defense of an assassin.... oh this was bad.

"Now listen gentlemen.... we don't need to do anything drastic here." He called out trying to appease them in his thick Orlesian accent but they did not seem like the type to listen to reason. He looked down at the elven assassin beneath him and back to the advancing guards. Freyan had done exactly what he always did, by trying to be the hero he had only dug himself deeper in a hole. Quickly he crouched down shield still raised as he grabbed the assassin by the scruff of her neck and lifted her off the ground and too her feet. Drawing his sword he took a step backwards and looking for an opening in the crowd as he did he whispered in a low voice that only the elf and anybody right by them would of been able to hear. "So milady... Any bright ideas?"
Congratulations everybody more terrible things have begun!

It's not like Myke and I just wanted to make your day worse or something no, not at all. XD
”Alright everyone we play this one by the books. Stick within quick withdrawal to the Lincoln and try not to get yourselves killed on me.”


Trapp almost smiled to himself as he rallied out his last orders to the 7th. He was sitting comfortably in a defensive position watching and waiting. The Sentry was still pretty banged up from there last encounter so there was no need for him to go charging into the fray with abandon. He only had to causal glance at his systems readout to inform him of what happened when you got too carried away. The cold piece of metal pressed against his chest in its usual position, a memoir and a reminder of what happened when he didn't do his job correctly. He took a breath as the ghosts of the past muttered in his hands you can't save them, their going to die, why are you even trying? He shook his head and flexed his hand grasped around the throttle as it shook from an unseen weight. For a slip moment he was somewhere else as voices called out on a panic comm and explosions painted the world red around him and then it was gone. He was back in the present his vitality monitor warning about his peaked heart rate as a flash of red warned him that the Coalition forces were now in effective combat range. He cleared his mind as the doctors tried to teach him back when he was on recovery and gripped the controls with more vigor than before the shaking in his hand subsiding. He had a job to do, he could run away from the past later.

As his targeting computer started to whine and targets started to become highlighted in front of him. He braced the M90 into a sustained firing position as his fingers squeezed the trigger. Spiraling packets of death was thrown forward from the autocannon sending them into the approaching force. Having no intended target the effective blast was in none way shape or form taking any of them out but effective suppressing fire was something that some pilots took for granted. It was a lot harder to concentrate on your intended target when somebody else with throwing rocks at you and calling you names or in Trapp's case sending hot death to graze your shields. Though apparently his actions had drawn a friend as a MK II was soaring forward to meet him. A three round burst fired from the A70 hit into the shoulder of the sentry followed closely behind by another one.

<< Shields: 75%

Trapp responded in kind slamming his thrusts to the side as the next volley came in. The speed was slower than he anticipated due to the damage already done to the thrusters from before and he barely made it out of the way in time. Trapp brought the M90 up and focused down his target putting his trajectory a little bit ahead of him to compensate for any movement he let out a long burst. Luckily for Trapp the Coalition pilot moved in just the direction that the UEE pilot wanted as the MK-II's head snapped back as several high velocity rounds found there way home. Trapp had one opening and he intended to use it as he pulled the trigger and fired straight into the chest of his currently stunned opponent. Finally he pierced through the Coalition heavy armor and hit home as he saw a flash as the MK-II's reactor went critical and when the light subsided all that was left was the shattered remains.

"This is Odin, one more down!" Trapp called over the Comm as he pulled the Sentry back towards the Lincoln. He had been lucky on that one and the MK-II had done little actual damage to him but he had still gotten hit. He was sloppy and sloppy out here got you killed. He rotated his MAS searching for other targets but before he could home in to chase another Coalition pilot Alice's voice came over the Comm. He checked her Squad indicator on his radar and made some quick calculations in his head. Accounting for the damage engines he was just in range to be able to intercept the MK-III. He would have to push the Sentry though and looking down he let out a curse. It seems that the crew chief had been correct about the reactor leakage as the numbers in front of him had steadily dropped over the period of time he was outside the Lincoln.

<< Reactor: 68%

He would have to worry about that later though because it seemed the Coalition pilot was not going to give up on the White Rabbit. The wolf and the hare Trapp mused grimly to himself as he floored his thrusters and give them as much juice as he could manage. He soared after the MK-III and Alice on a straight line intercept path and judging from his current speed he would be upon them soon. He raised the M90 as he did and waiting for his targeting computer to give him a lock as he approached closer and closer. Come on baby, come on baby, come on Trapp thought to himself as he glanced down checking the reactor which in its damage state did not appreciate the stress he was throwing on it. The numbers were dropping faster than he wanted. If you couldn't save us... how can you save her? Trapp gritted his teeth trying to keep the voices out of his head as he drew in closer, and just a little bit more. There was a hum and a flash of green as the Targeting computer acquired a trajectory. "You don't touch my men!

Trapp muttered to himself silencing the voices in his head as he pulled the trigger. The entire Sentry shook as Trap let lose all he had into the MK-III the M90 launching round after round into its back. The assault must have caught its attention as it spun around breaking off from Alice to face Trapp. Trapp took a breath as he watched the MK-III fling a bolt of plasma his way and Trapp pulled hard the bolt soaring to his left. As he moved the MK-III pushed forward closing the distance and letting out another volley. This one grazed by the Sentry's shields enough to make them flare up as Trapp scrambled to make corrections. The shields flared and dropped to fifty percent as Trapp fired another volley into its side pulling away. Trapp muttered something under his breath an eye still on his reactor status as cut his thrusters downward dropping him below the MK-III as it charged for another run at him at the last moment. Coming up behind the MAS he flipped a switch and fired two Claymore Missiles straight at the MK-III, the Coalition pilot turned around with good reflexes and manged to shot one of them out of the sky but the other one hit home.

<< Reactor: 53%

Trapp panted watching the explosion clear hand still on trigger waiting. There was a shift as something charged out of the explosions wake, the MK-II. It was clearly damaged and seemed to be intent on taking his opponent out with him as it switched out its rifle for its energy saber charging forward. Trapp raised the M90 and fired as it approached but even with the damage the others had already accumulated to it, it still flew forward. Trapp cursed under his breather as he reloaded the M90 before letting into it again. Die, die, die! Trapp thought to himself as it neared closer and closer, it was almost there it just needed a few more good hits. Moments later There was a lurch as the Sentry shook as the two collided with one another hard. A warning single activated as his shields stuttered before something found its way home in the lower body of the sentry. The two MAS were entangled together, the energy saber embedded hilt deep inside the Sentry and Trapp who now had the M90 barrle basically pressed against the head of the MK-III. Trapp acted on instinct as the MK-III pulled an arm out to plunge it back in, having missed the reactor by inches barely. Trapp knew what he was about to do was stupid, but when all else failed all you had left was stupid.

He pulled the trigger and emptied the M90 straight into the head of the MK-III. There was a shudder as the concurring blast from the autocannon at this range was close enough to damage the Sentry as well but the commander was not thinking about that at the moment. Moments later the MK-III "head" shattered and Trapp grimaced as whoever was inside had surely been pulverized. Trapp pushed his thrusters back as quickly as he could to get out the blast radius as the MK-III went critical but due to him being impaled and also with the damaged thrusters he didn't make it just in time. The outer edge of the explosion caught the Sentry and sent it flying into a tumble away from the Linclon and towards Jehan. As Trapp fought to recenter the MAS he noticed out of a corner of his eye that the MK-II that had pulled off from Alice before had come back and was now hurtling right towards him. This did not look good at all.

"MK-II on my six and I'm a little fucked right now!" Trapp called out in frustration as he continued to tumble further and further away from the Lincoln.

<< Reactor: 33%... 32%....31%.....30%
<< Armor: 55%
<< Shields: N/A
Warning Mass Lock with Jehan in T-minus five minutes

Standing at just under 5'6" (1.67m) Kelly MacLise is a fairly stereotypical example of her Irish heritage. Her body is lithe with a reasonable amount of muscle from having run track and field for most her life. Fierce and determined green eyes are juxtaposed upon a face that could almost be described as gentle.

Username:
Hexaflexagon

Name:
Kelly MacLise

Age:
25

Sex:
Female

Rig Type:
Biped

Secondary Arm:
3 Tipped Mining Drill: Used primarily to collect mineral samples to bring back for study. While Kelly has voiced complaints about the terrible consistency of the drill and the samples she gathers making suggesting for the installment of a capacitor to help monitor the rotational speed. Never the less the drill gets the job done and in a scratch can be used in self defense.

Equipment:


  • Environmental Suit
  • Cabal Wrist Computer
  • Telescoping Steel Shafted Geological Hammer: Used for precise mineral sampling
  • Terran Buster: A collapsible 4" long pole with a Heavy duty carbon steel construction with a hardened chisel point. An internal sliding weight built into the shaft gives a secondary impact which helps prevent jarring in the hands, wrists, shoulders, neck and back, it also helps prevent bounce back recoil when in use. Useful in breaking away hard rock and ice.
  • Grappling Anchor: A gift from her parents this up and coming favorite with most scientist and explores these days. A steel tipped wrist mounted launcher that can be used to pierce walls and solid ice to pull one self up. While they are still developing it to hold higher loads for somebody of Kelly's size it is much easier to use. Though the anchor currently still has its kinks with a tendency for the launching mechanism to jam and do to the high wind speeds on Corona you sometimes get blown around a lot mid ascent.


Biography:
The daughter of a Physics and a Math professor at Harvard University academia has always been in Kelly's blood. Born and raised in Cambridge proper Kelly had what most would consider a normal childhood. She excelled in her studies and was generally an A student in most of her classes though more "interpretative" subjects like Art and English she had to work at much more. Her parents always encouraged her academically and pushed her to be the best pushing her to be enrolled in all the accelerated classes she could when she was older. Her father a large man with a big barreled chest, bright red hair and large beard and the practical strength that only age could bring always had a saying, "A 98 isn't a 98 it is a minus two.". Armchair psychologists might argue that this academics focused path might of stunted her emotional growth a little bit contributing to her socially awkward and easily flustered personality.

Though she did find a small smattering of friends mostly through her School's Track and Field team. Track and Field came to her almost out of the blue really. Her gym teacher also begin the coach of the team noted that while Kelly was mediocre at best at other sports what she did have going for her was that she was a good runner. In retrospect it did make sense as Running had always been a sort of Mediation for her. Whenever she got a bad grade on a test, somebody bothered her, or any other emotional issue she was dealing with she would run. She would run until all she could feel was the pain in her legs and the heavy laboring force of her lungs gasping for air. So naturally over time this constant running slowly improved her overall running ability. A sprinter through most of her school career it was very much these friends on the team that manged to anchor her and keep her from floating away under the tight demands placed upon by her parents.

She went to college at Berkeley to study her favorite of the sciences geology. True to her nature she did not lose herself to smokes, alcohol, or any of the other vices available to a college student. She stuck her nose to the grind and studied hard and continued to run Track and Field for the University. Once again she made a small smattering of friends and acquaintances her at university being able to find other like minded individuals like herself. During her second year she sort of hit an academic wall and for the first half of the year she felt the strong urge to stop caring about her it all. But mainly through the sage like wisdom of her Stoner roommate Sam and a few mental breakdowns she was able to pull herself over that wall. Due to the accelerated classes she took through High School and through a whole lot of studying she graduated a year early at the age of twenty, summa cum laude. Not letting up for a minute she applied straight into Grad School and earned her M.S in Geology with a specialization in Exo-planet geology within two years.

From the next three years she work primarily in a lab atmosphere, studying space rocks and the like. The only problem is that looking at space rocks forever ends up becoming a rather boring experience. The day to day grind was not something that Kelly appreciated all too well and soon her heart wandered for greener pastures. It was around this time that she learned of a mining expedition begin sent to Corona one of those new frozen colony worlds. The expedition was looking for just the type of person that Kelly was. A scientist to go with the miners to study mineral deposits and soil samples to gauge a reference for a possible terraforming operation in the future. Needless to say Kelly signed up right away despite severe protests from her parents. They were concerned about how there little girl was going to fair and fretted about every little detail even buying her brand new geology equipment including an all too expensive Grappling Anchor for her. Though as the day for her departure grew near she began to have doubts. Were her parents right? Who was she to go venture into the great unknown when she barely even hold a conversation? When she didn't even know how to properly defend herself? Well sadly for her it was a little too late for that now.
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The Intro post is up! At this time you may have your characters who have by this time been informed of the bases of the mission. pLlease have them concluded any lasting business that most be done in the city before heading towards the docks and the Loyalist to meet up with Lady Vekk and Mr. Calwen. And with that our story has begun! Any questions pleae feel free to ask them here or PM me .
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