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Chase the Night

@Atrophy@NuttsnBolts@Kingfisher@Didgeridont@Traitor@shivershiver@Blue Demon and to anybody else I may have missed.

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Chase the Night

@Traitor
Alright everything looks good on my end. Accepted!

Anything that has a tag line that you're basically shooting lightning at someone has me sold!

@Blue Demon

I know right? Everybody can have a normal laser gun, but why have that when you can have a lighting gun! It's so much more awesome!

And everything else looks good on my end. You don't have to add in the stuff about the genetic modification if you don't want to. I was just asking to have a better picture in my head but it would make sense for it to not be there since she wouldn't know about it. Accepted!

@shivershiver

Kenshiro Systems Subdermal OctoCamo System Version 5.3

But really nice job with the CS, I really like it and I don't see any major issues that I have to address. Accepted!

Chase the Night

Chapter One:
The Rising Sun Express

The city of Strasbourg continued its silent vigil amidst howling winds. The storms of spring had come once again to the Upper Rhine Valley, further accented by the rumbling of thunder far in the distance. Street vendors, businessman and mothers clutching their children's hands moved with a quicker pace to attend to their business, a flash of light lit up the horizon and moments later the concussive rumble followed. Things still needed to be done, food needed to be bought to prepare for supper, business meeting must be attended and knick knacks needed to be peddled but a new sense of urgency permeated the air.

The city had always been a place of duality and changing times Celtic ruins were built over by Romans and when the Empire fell it changed hands between the Alemanni, Huns, and Franks, a free city, to one of the many great bastions of civilization in the Holy Roman Empire, to the French, and to the Germans and back to the French. It was a bastard of many hands shown in its German architecture but French speaking populace whose ancestry can be traced all through Europe. A duality only further increased as humanity progressed further into the 21st century. 15th century buildings stood next to towering skyscrapers and pulsing clubs of bright neon throbbed in the night built atop long forgotten roman burial sites.

“Ashes to Ashes.” Crash muttered as he look up at the gray skies suspended above him. Strasbourg was one of many stops on their journey with Kybuashi Enterprises’ mysterious box. Their journey started in a small warehouse in Oxford, they took the Rising Sun Express (RSE) under the channel into mainland Europe and would eventually end up crossing another ocean to get to Japan. It was a trip that would've taken weeks if not months by land in the old days, but thanks to the improved maglev lines that crossed the globe it would take no more than the better half of a day. Oxford to Tokyo in a little over 15 hours without stops. Wasting time was wasting money after all.

Though the whole situation still bothered Crash. Everything still just felt... off in a way. You didn't need as many Divers as they had for a simple delivery mission. Most of them were armed to the teeth and cybered up in such a way that they were ready to invade a Corp HQ, not defend some box on a train. And why were they even taken a train? A cargo plane could of easily hauled the box unless somebody feared it being shot down. And it wasn't just the odd parts of the scenario either. Crash had dealt with Corps before. A man like him was hired often by these types for various missions and jobs of varying moral disposition. They valued his muscle and willingness to use it, but this deal felt like nothing like any of those shakedown runs. Even in those scenarios the Corps had always felt the need to show their dominance. He would be invited to their high reaching skyscrapers filled with guards, security and the latest in groundbreaking technology. You would be surrounding by impossibly pretty people all with smiles on their face even as their eyes told you that they were judging a commoner such as yourself. They wanted to show anyone that they could that they had the true power in the world and that they could flex it in any which way they pleased.

This time was different.

He was sitting in a studio apartment halfway across the world, barely furnished and the floor boards creaking beneath his cybernetic legs. No jobs had come through in the past month or so and he was starting to get restless. He had enough money to retire away to some nice quiet town and spend the rest of his days gardening if he wanted to, but of course he never would. He needed something anything to do or he could swear he felt his body rotting away underneath him. It was than that a message came through on his computer, state of the art five years ago. It was a simple three line message from a corporate account, a greeting, a date and a meeting point. He sent back a reply of agreement before he even read it all the way through.

He ended up meeting the Kybuashi Enterprises Representative on the other side of town at some coffeehouse. Crash didn't particularly like coffee but the place was high class enough so that a Corp wouldn't feel out of place and public enough so that neither of them would try and kill one another. He recognized the woman from the news one of Kybuashi's PR representatives: tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and the disarming sort of smile that just made you want to talk to her. Not Crash's type, but he at least appreciated the gesture. She came alone but he could of sworn he felt the Spook on the rooftop across from them with the sniper rifle trained on him for any sudden moves, practically begging for him to do something stupid. He did'nt of course instead they talked over coffee about business in the hum of conversation. Kybuashi would be transporting one of their new prototypes from one of their labs in England. Something big apparently, something that could change the game forever. They would be hiring a team t make sure that it got to where it needed to safely and on time. They did'nt expect any trouble but it was better safe than sorry. The money was good, half of it was wired straight away to his account but that wasn't why he took the deal.

Then silence for another two months until finally he received contact again. A message giving him a date and a location in Oxford. He arrived to find the other members of the team that had apparently been hired. They picked up the box from an empty warehouse the ID scanner at the door already programmed to let them in. On top of the box was a note written in elegant curvy handwriting. It told them they needed to catch a train.

He turned towards the train car where he knew the box would still be sitting. Curiosity taking the better of him he crossed the small distance and reentered the car. It was strange it stood no larger than a man, made of a strong blend of carbon fiber and advanced polymers that give it an almost alien black sheen. Running a metallic hand across the surface, it was perfectly smooth almost as if it was sanded down to a point. He casually flipped on the x-ray component of his EYE-SEE implants but just like before he still saw nothing. It was protected by something, probably an interior coating of lead. Whoever had built it made it specifically so that nobody could look inside of it.

“You were hired to protect the box, not to attempt to peek inside of it Crash.” A playful voice spoke out seemingly from out of the ether. Crash sighed as he removed his hand from the box, his large shoulders moving downwards. Ghost. The Spark certainty fit her handle, you almost forgot about her existence until she started whispering in your head. Crash never liked Sparks in the first place, they were always twitchy little buggers who definitely had some problems if they felt more at home in the Net where they were composed of ones and zeros rather than the real world. But Ghost took it to another level.

“Well miss, I doubt you're just speaking to chastise me. What’s the situation?” Crash responded, outside another flash and another concussive boom each one getting closer and closer. Soon the storm would be upon them.

“Loading and unloading will be finished shortly. You should be on the move with the package within ten minutes. But it’s strange, I’m picking something up through the net lots of chatter. It’s probably just interference because of the storm but I’ll keep monitoring it just in case.” There was a click as the voice disappeared once more leaving Crash in silence. He give one last look towards the box, making sure the straps keeping it rooted in place where secured before he step outside of the car again.

The others were all milling about outside, some talking among themselves and others like Crash keeping their own silent vigil. Another boom and a crash this time almost atop of them as the front of the storm began to drift over Strasbourg. Drip, drip, drip. The slow methodical dripping of water came soon after as droplets fell from the ever darkening sky. Crash switched over to local communications as he spoke relaying Ghost’s message out to the team.

“Ten minutes.”

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Oh what the heck, we've been doing it for this long. What is the harm in pushing ever forward? We know we have a group of terribly persistent buggers that will stick to it till the end. So I'm all for continuing but if the group goes in the other direction, well guess I'm okay with that as well.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.

And all that jazz.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

A collab between Gowi and Hex

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The frantic beating of Charuri’s heart continued. Adrenaline coursed through her body, eyes dilated and senses heightened every nerve ending upon edge Not for the first time did she look behind her shoulder past her companions and into the darkness stretching before her. They had no light themselves but her own lowlight vision provided enough to peer into the unsettling silence. They had been lucky so far, since their first encounter with the clone squad, they had not been spotted since. Though if they reached out into the force, they could feel more and more bodies slowly filtering into the tunnels. They were caught in the middle of a net that was slowly drawing closed around them.

If Charuri had been alone she would not of been sure of her ability to make it of the chaos, but at the current moment at least the faint breathing behind her reminded she was not alone. Sure Jenner and Naat were both only padawans like herself, but they were both highly skilled and she wouldn't of been surprised if either of them had been promoted to knighthood. But.... now as the bombs fell above them and the smell of smoke and burning flesh slowly found its way through the vents and into the tunnels it would seem that their would not be any knighting ceremonies for awhile, maybe even forever. It was funny, one of the first lessons Feemor taught Charuri once the young Cathar had come under the venerable Jedi Master’s wing was the importance of change. As a practitioner of the Living Force it only made sense. She remembered his old sayings with melancholy know as she heard his voice in her head. As the seasons change so must you my young padawan.

Though this certainly could not be the change that Feemor had told her about. He had described something powerful and galaxy altering but at the same time gentle and warm— providing a cathartic release for the living. This, this felt nothing like that. This was angry and filled with hate, it was accented by the sounds of the dying and the shaking tremors in the force as hundreds of lives were silenced all across the galaxy. It felt less like a rebirth and more like an ending, a final denouement for the Jedi before a hand wrote The End on the page and would forever end their tale in the galaxy.

Trying to release the emotions from her body, to prevent the pessimistic thoughts from getting to her head, Charuri looked around. She remembered traveling through this service tunnels in her younger years and dominating them, knowing the passageways and the shortcuts like the back of her hand. Now it was several years later and in the chaos of the moment, caught in the dark her memory was starting to fail her. The featureless walls all were starting to look the same and the longer they pushed the less they seemed to move forward in time. Her worst fears came to light as they came across a familiar intersection as five separate tunnels stretched out around her she cursed under her breath and slammed a hand into the nearby wall. The gravity of the situation and her own panicking having caused more obvious cracks in her composure.

“Chaos take me...... I just lead us in another karking circle. Nice job, Charuri present a brilliant escape plan to live another day and you can’t even make it out of the tunnels. Why do you even try sometimes? ” She voiced out loud to her companion's, voice accented with a slight tremor, her back turned to them as she hammered her fist into the wall once again, clearly frustrated and still rather frazzled by the circumstances in front of her.

As Charuri lamented over the feeling of being lost, Naat didn’t seem to share in her frustration even though she very well knew that danger could have been very well approaching them. Her first Jedi Master had taught her to think on her feet and aggressively get to the bottom of a situation, a fact that recalled as she stood there as Charuri continued with her self-depreciative complaints. A smirk rose on the blonde-haired girl’s lips as she recalled something in the back of her mind about the teachings of Master Shen-Jon. That thought took her back, albeit briefly, to a situation she had been in with her master and the words he told her: ”Waiting afraid of the wrong answer will only lead to defeat. There is a time for contemplation but this is a time of action. Let us not dwaddle as enemies are at our heels.”

“Well, I’m not going to flop on my back and let blaster fire take us. My master said something to me once: there is a time for contemplation but this is a time of action. We pick one and move before this whole place comes down upon us. I will not meet ghosts so soon.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one that is going to get us killed if you pick the wrong tunnel.” Charuri responded with a soft but noticeable tone of bitterness to her voice. But what was she supposed to suspect from Naat? She spent her days more focused on swinging her lightsaber. Faced all her problems with brute force.

“We go this way.” Naat replied bluntly as she pushed past her friend and fellow Jedi, taking the decision out of her hands.

"You sure about that? We don't have time for any more wrong turns." Charuri called after Naat nervously as she lead the group onward into the darkness. Slowly though the nervousness began to subside as she began to notice things, the air gradually became cooler and beyond the rumblings of the bombardments and the blaster fire above, they could hear a different kind of roar the roar of masses of life slowly coming through the force. And final clarification came in the form of an age old sign on the tunnel wall, rusted from the constant condensation in the tunnel but still barely readable.

Exit.

“Guess we're almost out of here. Hope one of you has a plan once we get out though. The undercity isn't the nicest place in the world.” She muttered, as she looked at the sign for a moment trying her best yet obviously failing to hide her signs of relief.

Naat nodded before she called back to the Cathar, “How familiar are you with Coruscant’s undercity?”

“Enough to not get us killed. But not much beyond that.” It was true enough. Feemor and her had done a few missions in the undercity, mostly to secure some ceasefires between the gangs that had ran rampant down there for years. The Republic had enough to worry about with the war going on, they didn't need to worry about a gang war starting.

Naat nodded, “With your familiarity I suppose you should take point again, then?”

“You sure you don’t want to remain upfront Ms. Battlefield Commander? You're obviously much better suited to a leadership position than me.” Charuri responded obivously not wanting leadership thrust upon her again, she casted a look towards Jenner who only shrugged in response obviously wanting to stay out of it.

“We can share, if you’d like.” Naat shook her head, nearly chuckling at the retort.

“....That would be ideal. I’ll make sure we don’t get lost and you do your fancy stuff with your lightsaber to make sure we don't get killed. Deal?” Charuri responded with something that almost resembled a grin, as somehow even despite all the prior events the mood began to lighten.

They pushed forward until they came to another intersection. This one was simple their tunnel continued forward towards the perceived exit and a large horizontal cross path disected it. As soon as they entered the intersection, Charuri felt it. Something off and something wrong and then suddenly life burst through the force. The sounds of footsteps in the darkness, she ignited her lightsaber looking left then right frantically. Dread filled her body once more as faceless white forms filled in the three tunnels around them. Of course the clones would have plans of the temple, of course they would know of simple exits like the supply tunnels, of course they would set up traps for any survivors. They had fallen right into the center of the net. But Charuri would not go easily, not without a fight. She could not die yet. As the clones surrounded them and moved in for the kill she reacted like a spring uncoiling. Reaching her hand out in front of her at the lead trooper she reached out into the force and pushed hard with her mind. For a second nothing happened but then she felt it happen, a sudden push as the lead clone was thrown backwards off his feet as if he just got punched in the chest. He tumbled backwards into his companions with a cry. They were preoccupied for a moment. A moment was all they needed.

“RUN!!”

Naat’s brows narrowed, in a sense of fight or flight… survive or die. Had she had not to worry about Jenner or Charuri perhaps she would have acted differently. Air left her lips as Charuri’s cry to run came out like thunder and Naat frowned as the situation’s intensity seemed to increase exponentially by the second. Her lightsaber had drawn and the flash of blue hued at the intersection as the shadows of the overcity made it seem like it was as dark as the night. Her eyes looked to Jenner who had choked in the stress of the situation. She was sure Charuri saw Jenner’s fear take him and if they were jedi they would not leave a comrade behind. Naat sent out a push of force with her free hand to give additional impact on their former comrades in arms… their current enemies. Eight. That was the number of the troopers around Naat Reath. But it didn’t really seem to affect her— she had dealt with worse odds and situations during her time serving as a Jedi Commander; she would not be afraid even in the shadow of death.

The world seemed to slow down around them as instincts began to take over. Seeing Jenner freeze up, without even Charuri thought reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his brown robe dragging him forward. She slashed out widely with her other hand her movements traced by a flash of brilliant green to keep the clones away. Ploughing her shoulder into one of the troopers she knocked him to the side as she dragged herself and Jenner forward. The other padawan's feet moving listlessly behind him.

A flash and a cry. Suddenly she felt her arm connected to Jenner begin to be pulled downwards. The pair stumbled to the ground as Charuri hit the floor with a thud. Rolling over she saw that a blaster shot had torn straight through Jenner’s calf ripping and sundering through flesh and bone. Frantically Charuri moved to her feet trying to pull Jenner up but now failing as the larger and heavier boy could not help her support his weight as his leg hang limp under him. She looked back desperately at Naat who was still deep in the fray.

“Charuri this is never going to work.” Jenner spoke as Charuri continued to try every method to be able to get him to his feet. She knew that he was right but she wasn't going to stop. She refused to try and stop, they were Jedi, they saved people that was what they did. Too many had died today, too many had died and Jenner would not be added to the list. Shaking her head she continued trying to pull him up only for his body to fall down. She was too weak and he was too injured to help. She felt as his hands grasped her shoulders stopping her motions as she began to try another attempt to lift him.

“Listen Charuri. You gotta go help Naat. They are all focused on her and even as good as she is. She can’t escape from that alone. She and you still have a chance. My leg is gone, not even bacta would save it now. You have to let go.” Jenner explained meeting her eyes. It was strange what was once filled with fear moments ago was now replaced with an almost ethereal calm as if he knew what the will of force know was. As if everyone suddenly made sense with a blindy clarity that one can only have moments before the end. But he was right the clones at least for the moment had forgotten about the pair.

“Jenner... I can’t. We are Jedi, we are supposed to preserve life. I can’t leave you to be killed by them.” Charuri pleaded her voice desperate and pleading as she fought back tears as she continued to try and get him back to his feet but at this point it was pretty much a fight that had already been lost.

“But sometimes the best way to honor a life is to let it go. Or at least that’s what Master Fora always told me.... And right now the best way you can help me is by helping me let go.” He responded to her trying to keep a straight face through the pain as he dragged her hand still clutching her now unignited lightsaber to the center of his chest. “I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of killing me. I want to die with my honor and dignity in tact. I don’t want to be put down like some sort of dog.” Charuri continued to shake her head even as in the back of her head and far away she could hear Naat talking.

“Why are you doing this? This is genocide.” Naat questioned as her blue eyes looked upon the troopers before her as the hue of her lightsaber guarded her form. The jedi padawan couldn’t understand the actions that caused such a camaraderie to turn into treachery. Sure, she had read the texts and read of several Jedi who fell to the darkness of the force but this was different. She had fought with troopers on Sarapin, Tatooine, Krant, and Malastare. A rumbling of force energy left Naat as she asked her question; her longing for an answer reaching out to the minds of the clone troopers before them.

“I...I can’t. That’s against the code Jenner, that’s against everything we stood for, everything we still stand for. The force decides who lives or dies, we don’t, we are not executioners. You don’t kill unless in self defense!” She protested even as his hands found hers and lead them over to the button which would ignite the saber. She was openly crying at this point, her body shaking as she continued to shake her head.

”Charuri please...”

As Charuri and Jenner found themselves distracted, back at the intersection a response came from one of the clone trooper’s that had turned their attention on Naat Reath… and an answer that just seemed to open more questions for the padawan. “Just following orders.”

Naat felt disgust at the answer as the troopers regained most of their composure; at least the one’s who were not aiming down at Jenner and Charuri, anyway. Naat’s eyes seemed to go ‘dead’ as she took in their answer; analyzing her enemies in seconds. Five of them were aiming down at the other two jedi while three were preparing to blast her like they were so eager to comply with. Naat was angry and she would not let this be the end. The padawan's thoughts went back to Master Windu and the way she held her lightsaber’s hilt shifted to a change in form. She would have to rely on a style that was fast but more importantly… unforgiving. But it would be the first time she would use such a thing in combat.

“I’m sorry.” Naat whispered before she moved— the force pushing her body forward with vicious speed.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There was more blaster fire and screams… but none of them were Naat’s. The sound of bodies hitting the metal floor… and then a scream of frustration, a click as two pairs of hands moved together, a snap hiss, a gasp and then nothing. Charuri looked down at her hands as she pulled the lightsaber out of Jenner’s chest. There was a smile on his face. Legs shaking... no her entire body shaking, the sensation of wanting to vomit building in her stomach. She looked back down the tunnel where Naat stood alone, a silent figure of tranquil fury. She connected eyes with her. She tried to speak, she tried to say anything but as soon as she did she buckled over and emptied the contents of her stomach.

As silence overtook the intersection, Naat frowned as the hum of her lightsaber went dead as it whisped back into the tool. She said no words as she attempted to re-center herself as she began to walk away from the bodies before her, reaching down and grabbing one of the trooper carbine weapons from the floor. Naat could feel the darkness growing… looming; she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“May the force forgive us both.”

Chase the Night

Alright, well I did not get any more hits through PMs or anything. And that's primarily was to force people's hands and get the lurkers to move if they wanted to. So @Wade Wilson@shivershiver@Atrexiel and anybody else I missed that was currently working on a sheet before the cut off and actively told me so, if you guys are still working on sheets feel free to throw them my way and if they are good I'm pretty sure I won't have any problems squeezing you in. I just threw up the scary notification to prevent this thing from super overloading and me having to reject like twenty people.

Anyway off to the reviews!

@Blue Demon
The concept is certainly interesting and I like it but I need some clarification on some things and other stuff.

Alright the first thing is about lasers, specifically laser weaponry. (I'm about to go on a rant about how regular lasers for the amount of money it takes to make them are incredibly boring. If you would not like to read the rant go to the second paragraph where I actually make suggestions and stuff pertaining to the RP and your character. xD) The thing is lasers are finicky even today where we have laser being built to explode artillery shells in midair and poke holes in plane fuselages to make them explode. Which sounds awesome using a little concentrated blast of heat to blow people up. But the problem is at further distances they become almost unusable as the lasers has to move through more air and water particles and everything else. Heat is also another problem because you need to build a consdierable large power source to be able to provide enough energy to generate a laser that can produce enough heat to burn through flesh and bone (a considerably large amount because humans are already surprisingly flame retardant and our defense only increase the more we are exposed to certain stimuli like extreme heat or cold, because we are awesome like that.) So you need lots of energy and some pretty big heat sinks because well lasers overheat and exploded. Which is why they are great to attach to vehicles and stationary objects but as personal firearms or integrated into cybernetics it just isn't that cost effected. Why spend 40 billion dollars and six years of research to make a laser arm when you can make a gun arm for half as much in half as many years? xD Bullets and F=MA still kills people just as well as lasers would and for much cheaper. So everybody in 2066 uses standard kinetic weaponry and some other more fun stuff. Which is why I don't think even a heavily outfitted Diver like Ace would wast their time with something like even trying to make a pure laser gun.

That being said, there are some cool alternatives in 2066 to boring normal lasers that I may suggest. You have an Electrolaser which could conceivably be built into her arm. Basically instead of trying to burn through a target (boring) it creates a Laser-induced plasma channel by firing a very hot laser into the air and ionize the air to make it into plasma. What this means is you fire a laser and a split second later your actually firing basically lighting at somebody. Now this is something with more practical applications in 2066 since a regular laser just burns through the target and would have to burn through reinforced plating and cybernetics and stuff. An electrolaser just hits the motherfucker with a shit ton of electricity and can be used to kill guys through you know shooting lighting at them and can also shorten out electronics and stuff. That being said the arm would probably be more of a one shot blast in that case because it's going to drain a lot of energy and be very, very hot for a period of time and if you tried to fire again you would probably mess up the focusing instruments and stuff. And the handgun gun could be something like a PEP (Pulsed energy projectile) which once again uses a laser pulse to create a small amount of exploding plasma to knock a guy off their feet and do excruciating amounts of nerve damage! But really I suppose the regular lasers are fine, but why have regular lasers when you can have super awesome lasers? Or at least that is my deal on things.

Secondly you mention that she does take Neurotop (Which she would have to since she is significantly cybered out) but doesn't have to take as much of it as some people. I also understand she's a CEO baby which means that she was probably genetiaclly altered when she was still a little ace fetus thing (creepy I know) and you said Mr and Mrs Alterman are going after her because she was a walking test of sorts. So I'm assuming they did something to her neurological system so that she is more "receptive to augmentations" than others to prevent her from snapping? Which I would be fine with because it's a story thread that I could maybe pull on the future you know.

The other point is that even if she has to take very little amounts of it, Neurotop is expensive like really really expensive. Like we are talking upwards of $5,000 per vial (like some drugs today like Soliris) and those vials will only last you a week at best if you are really trying to push it. It's expensive and it is because it acts as a economic control on the populace because only Corps can afford buying even small amounts of it. Let alone large amounts to fuel their crazy cyborg armies. So maybe you could add something like she stole some from her parents company before she fled or something but you know as the supplies have dwindled she has had to take more progressively suicidal missions to keep on making enough money to buy it on the street. You know just fluff out her story a little more help explain how she went from little adventurous daughter of some rich people to a Diver cyborg lady badass.

But besides that I like the idea and everything else looks great. If you could just respond to the questions and comments that would be great and then I'll be happy to accept her.

@Traitor
I really like how you fleshed out part of the world particularity Hong Kong with your character. And we can never have enough cocky, crazy types. Though I have some questions about her well tentacle arm thing of weirdness. More out of curiosity sake. Is the arm only limited in it's shape and form in how actually big it is? And the AI gradually as it goes through each situation remembers more and more modules to use in corresponding situation Or does it just come loaded with a bunch of presets like you had listed but that's it. It is confined to those presets? And since it is only sort of dependent on Gorgon's brain, if it were hypothetically chopped off could it move independently and if so is it programmed to seek out the user again?

Oh and the CDAPM "Polygon Coat" Protective Wear should probably go under Augmentations rather than weapons. Even though it is technically not an augmentation but a fancy coat based on the same technology. Unless she uses the hardened properties of the coat to murder people with the long forgotten art of coat fighting.

Oh and your currently missing the top part of the CS. The

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part. But once you add that and answer my few questions, everything else looks good on my end. And I'll gladly accept you.

To everybody else:
It is one something in the morning her on the eastern coast of North America, so I'm going to go to bed for awhile. The IC post will be up sometime tomorrow probably in the afternoon or morning, since I have evening plans with the lady friend with it being valentines day and all. Thank you for all being patient in the selection process and all producing pretty awesome characters! Peace.

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@Traitor@Blue Demon
From quick glances everything seems in order. But you won't get a full review till later.

Reminder:
All applications must be done and submitted by 12:00 AM EST. That is four hours from now.

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@Blue Demon
Robotics: Yes! AI: Yes! Smart AI: No.

Basically robotics technology has increased as cybernetic augmentation has. Robots have become much more common place than they are now and are used in a lot more common place. Drones and security bots are used by Corps and the few remaining military. Androids exist in more retail and some more wet work operations able to look and fake being human. But that's about it. They aren't like replicates from Bladerunner or even the androids in Dragonball. Robots have not developed emotions yet or true independent thinking. They can learn and respond to stimulus but this is all through programming. Robots and AI can fake human emotion, by reading social ques around them and responded accordingly because if a face looks sad their programming will tell them an appropriate response to be either sympathetic or sad as well, et cetra. And depending on how much money is put into said robot they can look human and maybe even sound human, but it doesn't change the fact that they are still machines. No scientists has been able to cross that gap yet where robots can actually independently feel emotions, love or have dreams. They are still slaves to their programs as organics are slaves to their emotions. And actually part of the story goes more in depth about these ideas.

@Didgeridont
We already went over everything in the PM. So without further delay Accepted!

To everybody.
Currently my soft cap is set at eight players besides myself (eight is generally the number for large groups that I'm most comfortable with running.) Honestly I did'nt think I was going to even hit that number but apparently this thing is sparking interest like hotcakes. . I may be convinced otherwise but at the moment that is where the cut off is going to be. Just so that all you that have not submitted a CS know. That being said from this point forward, I will not be accepting CSs as they come in because I don't want people to rush to get character sheets to me. Instead all applications must be on here by 12:00 AM EST Sunday Morning. And on that day Sunday I will look over what I received, accept the remaining members of the team and post the first IC post. That gives everybody the rest of today and Saturday to finish work on their applications.

Chase the Night

@Blue Demon
Well if you want to be technical the entire team is going to be affiliated with a corporation at the start. Kybuashi Enterprises, the guys hiring you to protect the mysterious box on it's journey. And I don't even think you would classify the team as the good guys, as Divers they don't care who hires them or what it is to do. All that matters is that it pays well, so they have done some morally questionable things before, well a lot of morally questionable things. Hell some in the group may be on the payroll of the group another corp have other motives for joining on. It's probably expected by this point since every Diver is ultimately looking out for themselves. (Part of the RP is about trying to get past that paranoid, everybody is out for themselves mentality as they all grow as characters and such but you never know how it is going play out.) But in the end this ain't a story of heroes versus villains, it's a story of jerks versus other slightly more jerky jerks. xD

The Wolven Storm

<Snipped quote by Lexicon>

You can either ride ahead of everyone or else accompany us and the sorceress.

Take your pick.

@Terminal

Ah the classic damned if you do, dammed if you don't.

And come on Lyssa isn't that bad. She may have plans to use all of you as puppets in the long run and sees everyone of you as disposable meat sacks that she can deal with a flick of her wrist. (Which may or may not be true) But if you get to know her she isn't the meanest person in the realms. Probably just the most egotistic.