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I teach my first online lecture today... this shouldn't be too hard right?
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"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."
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"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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But remember Myke is only cruel because Myke loves us. Well Myke used to love us. Now I think he just likes to watch us squirm because he is a perverted bastard reasons.
Our current team is a rather odd one isn't it?
The French Medic that takes her job very seriously
The Wannabe Batman that failed at being Batman so he became Cyborg instead
The Demolitions Expert that was so good at his job that he managed to blow his arm off during training
The Naive rookie with a shit ton of expectations to live up to.
And finally the AI who is also a person but also a AI which just hurts my brain thinking about it.
The French Medic that takes her job very seriously
The Wannabe Batman that failed at being Batman so he became Cyborg instead
The Demolitions Expert that was so good at his job that he managed to blow his arm off during training
The Naive rookie with a shit ton of expectations to live up to.
And finally the AI who is also a person but also a AI which just hurts my brain thinking about it.
Oh look at that people! I feel validated as a person! Guessishouldputthisnooseaway
@TheWizardLizard
I may have been playing DKS III for an inordinate amount of time when I haven't been at work. I also may have really liked the look of Irithyll of the Boreal Valley and all its depressing snow covered landscapes. And a knight errant and one with a moral compass at that. That could be interesting though I guess it is fair for me to warn you out of the gate sticking to that mortal compass is going to be one hard thing to do. Because I'm a cruel, cruel, cruel terrible person.
@Athinar
Yo. Glad to have you aboard.
@Maxwell
Another cool concept, yeah being a wizard kind of sucks theses days. Presents either an opprturnity to be lost because of an inability to let go of the past and desires for power they no longer have or to find a new way from the ground up which is arguably the worse of the two options. A lot of this was actually heavily inspired by Larry Niven's The Magic Goes Away more specifically towards the end of it with one simple line.
"When the mana runs out, I'll go like a blown candle flame, and civilization will follow. No more magic, no more magic-based industries. Then the whole world will be barbarian until men learn a new way to coerce nature, and the swordsmen, the damned stupid swordsmen, will win after all."
@Godric
I have lost myself in your words but Boo thinks you're just ducky.
@vietmyke
Along for yet another wild ride Myke? I'm starting to get the inclination that you like me or something. xD But yeah probably a no on the magical abilities expect maybe something super duper mundane like his/her eyes glow in the dark or something. That's about as much magic that is left in the world at this point, not enough to be officially gone but just enough to still be mildly incontinent.
Anyway, I'm finishing up tidying around the house and then I have to look over some things for work tomorrow but once that is done I'll start working on the OCC. We have a nice little group amassing here but that will gives us time to maybe get a couple more.
Síðasta
T H E G O D S H A V E L E F T U S.
T H E W O R L D T R E M B L E S I N T H I E R A B S E N C E
O C E A N S R O A R A N D M O U T A I N S B U C K L E.
A S M A G I C T H I E R F I R S T G I F T V A N I S H E S E M P I R E S F A L L.
Y E T T H E W O R L D S T I L L T U R N S.
T H E W O R L D T R E M B L E S I N T H I E R A B S E N C E
O C E A N S R O A R A N D M O U T A I N S B U C K L E.
A S M A G I C T H I E R F I R S T G I F T V A N I S H E S E M P I R E S F A L L.
Y E T T H E W O R L D S T I L L T U R N S.
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Once mortals and gods existed in harmony. The gods as the all powerful bringers of creation and we as the ever grateful worshipers glad to have been chosen. The gods were pleased by our devotion and bestowed upon us many gifts, the first of which was magic. Magic, was but a small taste of their power and yet it would shape the very fabric of civilization. It fueled advances in technology and helped grow empires from small kingdoms and miracles where there was once only the bland and harsh reality of life. Yet it was this first gift that proved to be the most dangerous. Through the use of magic, mortals were introduced to vanity in its most basest form. Magic allowed then to grow powerful, to alter the very fabric of reality if only in short bursts. Magic implanted within us the seeds of rebellion that we could usurp even gods. It was only a matter of time before we acted upon those ideas. Little did we know of the consequences.
The Gods War erupted almost as suddenly as it ended. A group of powerful mages opened a doorway into the gods' realm leading in an army that stretched far beyond the horizon. The intent of this sinner's march was to take the gods' power and to "free man from the chains of servitude". Yet as soon as a mortal man sat upon the All-Father's throne, the gods' realm began to crumble and turn tainted by the wickedness within their hearts. The boundary between the two realms collapsed forever separating creator and creation, forever trapping the sinner's army within the prison of their own creation. The screams of those trapped within the god's realm as it came undone around them could be heard in their for an entire night only followed by the fearsome deafening silence that came afterwards. Thus an age ended with the border between man and god forever severed, the god's who once walked among us and whom shaped the fates for centuries turned there eyes away from their rebellious creation. The sinner's march had done its job at the coast of all those who marched under its causes banner, the world was freed from the wants and desires of the almighty. Little did we know the consequences for such actions.
The gods were the ones that created our world and so it was only natural that without them it would begin to fall apart. Skies once blue turned grey as heavy clouds filled with snow drifted above and let out their unrelenting downfall burying roads, crops and towns within icy prisoners of death. The bitter chill and lacked of resources killed much of the fauna and flora unfit to survive in such environments including many animals essential for hunting further cutting down foodstuffs. Those who did not die in the first few months due to the chill were set upon the slow and painful path of starvation as what little food stores that could be scavenge had to be rationed heavily to sustain even the dwindling populations for more than a couple of days at a time. The savage and unrelenting winter's grip did not just destroy the food but also fragment whatever political unity was left in the world. Mighty empires and kingdoms fragmented and shattered as the many cities that once swore independence to kings and greater ideals broke off form one another becoming independent city states only concerned with their own matters rather than those of a king or emperor that sat far away with food stores aplenty. With these cities concerned about keeping what meager peace they could within their own walls, the roads that they once protected as the vital veins of civilization were now abandoned and haunted by wandering bandits intent on pillage what little they could from those brave enough to weather the wilds, further compounding the dreadful isolation.
As the world fades, so does magic itself. Magic was a so called gift given to the faithful in exchange for their good service to the gods or that is how all the legends go. The emergence of magic changed the world as it was known forever shaping science, industry and every life allowing repairs to be down instantly for great tunnels and canals to be built with only a matter of the mind and even raise fortresses into the sky. But now magic has seemed to vanish from the world, once powerful sorceress and mages can no longer even do what would accumulate to even a basic spell anymore. The very fabric of society based heavily upon the use of what was once lost shifted and collapsed as power became measured not be intellect or political clot but by brute strength and size of armies. Yet not just civilization was effected by the lose of such a vital resource, creatures which depended upon magic for their survival began to fade away. Small creatures such is faeries and pixies vanished in their entirety from the world never to be seen again with only stories of them remaining. Larger creatures fared little better: trolls, giants and even the great dragons themselves which once ruled the skies became severely weakened and infertile cursed to slowly fade away with the knowledge that they are the very last of their kind.
To make matters worse there was the matter of the Wyld Folk. These northern savages lived far beyond the reaches of civilization in the frozen wastes at the tip of the world but sometimes they move southwards for unexplained reasons. Some believe it is because the winter had hit their frozen lands even harder and they moved south to find warmer climes but some think something else had occurred, something far more sinister. Five times have the Wyld Folk pushed south and five times they were repulsed but during those times the lands were united and armies could be marshaled to fight back the advancing barbarians. This time there was no such army, no such unification to repulse the brutes as they marched leaving only ruined cities and destruction in their wake. Without a proper army or the supplies to stop them, the vast horde seems to be all but impossible to stop further destroying any remnants of life desperately clinging to the world in their own fight for survival.
And so everything seems to be fading away into the snow and into the cold embrace of death. Yet life goes on as long as the world still turns.
The Gods War erupted almost as suddenly as it ended. A group of powerful mages opened a doorway into the gods' realm leading in an army that stretched far beyond the horizon. The intent of this sinner's march was to take the gods' power and to "free man from the chains of servitude". Yet as soon as a mortal man sat upon the All-Father's throne, the gods' realm began to crumble and turn tainted by the wickedness within their hearts. The boundary between the two realms collapsed forever separating creator and creation, forever trapping the sinner's army within the prison of their own creation. The screams of those trapped within the god's realm as it came undone around them could be heard in their for an entire night only followed by the fearsome deafening silence that came afterwards. Thus an age ended with the border between man and god forever severed, the god's who once walked among us and whom shaped the fates for centuries turned there eyes away from their rebellious creation. The sinner's march had done its job at the coast of all those who marched under its causes banner, the world was freed from the wants and desires of the almighty. Little did we know the consequences for such actions.
The gods were the ones that created our world and so it was only natural that without them it would begin to fall apart. Skies once blue turned grey as heavy clouds filled with snow drifted above and let out their unrelenting downfall burying roads, crops and towns within icy prisoners of death. The bitter chill and lacked of resources killed much of the fauna and flora unfit to survive in such environments including many animals essential for hunting further cutting down foodstuffs. Those who did not die in the first few months due to the chill were set upon the slow and painful path of starvation as what little food stores that could be scavenge had to be rationed heavily to sustain even the dwindling populations for more than a couple of days at a time. The savage and unrelenting winter's grip did not just destroy the food but also fragment whatever political unity was left in the world. Mighty empires and kingdoms fragmented and shattered as the many cities that once swore independence to kings and greater ideals broke off form one another becoming independent city states only concerned with their own matters rather than those of a king or emperor that sat far away with food stores aplenty. With these cities concerned about keeping what meager peace they could within their own walls, the roads that they once protected as the vital veins of civilization were now abandoned and haunted by wandering bandits intent on pillage what little they could from those brave enough to weather the wilds, further compounding the dreadful isolation.
As the world fades, so does magic itself. Magic was a so called gift given to the faithful in exchange for their good service to the gods or that is how all the legends go. The emergence of magic changed the world as it was known forever shaping science, industry and every life allowing repairs to be down instantly for great tunnels and canals to be built with only a matter of the mind and even raise fortresses into the sky. But now magic has seemed to vanish from the world, once powerful sorceress and mages can no longer even do what would accumulate to even a basic spell anymore. The very fabric of society based heavily upon the use of what was once lost shifted and collapsed as power became measured not be intellect or political clot but by brute strength and size of armies. Yet not just civilization was effected by the lose of such a vital resource, creatures which depended upon magic for their survival began to fade away. Small creatures such is faeries and pixies vanished in their entirety from the world never to be seen again with only stories of them remaining. Larger creatures fared little better: trolls, giants and even the great dragons themselves which once ruled the skies became severely weakened and infertile cursed to slowly fade away with the knowledge that they are the very last of their kind.
To make matters worse there was the matter of the Wyld Folk. These northern savages lived far beyond the reaches of civilization in the frozen wastes at the tip of the world but sometimes they move southwards for unexplained reasons. Some believe it is because the winter had hit their frozen lands even harder and they moved south to find warmer climes but some think something else had occurred, something far more sinister. Five times have the Wyld Folk pushed south and five times they were repulsed but during those times the lands were united and armies could be marshaled to fight back the advancing barbarians. This time there was no such army, no such unification to repulse the brutes as they marched leaving only ruined cities and destruction in their wake. Without a proper army or the supplies to stop them, the vast horde seems to be all but impossible to stop further destroying any remnants of life desperately clinging to the world in their own fight for survival.
And so everything seems to be fading away into the snow and into the cold embrace of death. Yet life goes on as long as the world still turns.
Resilience
This story begins in the port city of Aoalvik located on the northern shore of White Crystal Bay. Before the Gods War, Aoalvik was the most prosperous trading hub past the Fingers sending furs and whale meat and oil on southbound ships who in return came to the city with vast supplies of foodstuffs and other luxary items from the more gentle climates. But then snows came and the White Crystal Bay froze over with ice so thick that no long ship could get through her waters intact. When the Wyld Folk began to be spotted and began to leave a path of destruction and death in their wake, many fled to Aoalvik with its high walls of stone thinking that they could take a ship further south to escape carnage not knowing that the state of the Bay. In any other winter, it freezing over would of not been a problem for mages could use fire magics to burn a channel through the ice to allow the ships to pass, but now without magic they were trapped. Ever still though many flocked to the port thinking that they could at least take refuge within its walls where the garrison could protect them better than them trying to defend themselves in their small villages.
To his credit Jarl Sigbjorn of Aoalvik took in many of the first waves of refugees that came to the society intent on protecting those that needed it. But as more and more heard of promises of safety, warmth and food many flocked to the city much more than the port could handle without starving itself out or falling to anarchy. So the Jarl to protect his people and to ensure as many as possible could survive he shut the gates to the city. Guards manned the walls of the city at all times not protecting against the arrival of the Wyld Folk but against the peasants and villagers that tried daily to get into the city firing arrows and dumping hot water upon the angry crowds below. Despite this the refugees, still camp outside the city walls with some ill fated hope that the Jarl will change his mind filling the surrounding flatland with tents and the mill of activity lands that will run red with blood once the Wyld Folk arrive.
Yet time is running out for Aoalvik and all both inside and outside it walls. During the nights upon the horizon one can see the first edges of the Wyld Folk Camp, approaching closer and closer by the day. The city itself is plagued with infighting and chaos with the Jarl refusing to leave his Great Hall or muster any sort of defense against the Wyldlings too afraid that if he does than the angry populace will the storm the undefended hall and kill him in their wild anger. Some want to stand and fight, others want to leave either by fleeing along the coast or by crossing the iced over bay but without a consolidating effort in any of the attempts nothing will work as their own indecisiveness and infighting will be the end of them. Soon the Wyldings will be at the walls and soon even Aoalvik will fall, but if they are lucky and persistent enough maybe some will surive the onslaught to live another day.
To his credit Jarl Sigbjorn of Aoalvik took in many of the first waves of refugees that came to the society intent on protecting those that needed it. But as more and more heard of promises of safety, warmth and food many flocked to the city much more than the port could handle without starving itself out or falling to anarchy. So the Jarl to protect his people and to ensure as many as possible could survive he shut the gates to the city. Guards manned the walls of the city at all times not protecting against the arrival of the Wyld Folk but against the peasants and villagers that tried daily to get into the city firing arrows and dumping hot water upon the angry crowds below. Despite this the refugees, still camp outside the city walls with some ill fated hope that the Jarl will change his mind filling the surrounding flatland with tents and the mill of activity lands that will run red with blood once the Wyld Folk arrive.
Yet time is running out for Aoalvik and all both inside and outside it walls. During the nights upon the horizon one can see the first edges of the Wyld Folk Camp, approaching closer and closer by the day. The city itself is plagued with infighting and chaos with the Jarl refusing to leave his Great Hall or muster any sort of defense against the Wyldlings too afraid that if he does than the angry populace will the storm the undefended hall and kill him in their wild anger. Some want to stand and fight, others want to leave either by fleeing along the coast or by crossing the iced over bay but without a consolidating effort in any of the attempts nothing will work as their own indecisiveness and infighting will be the end of them. Soon the Wyldings will be at the walls and soon even Aoalvik will fall, but if they are lucky and persistent enough maybe some will surive the onslaught to live another day.
Welcome
Welcome one and all to Síðasta, a low fantasy role play set in the crumbling and collapsing ruins of a high fantasy world. Síðasta takes place in a world that is dying, it isn't going to die, it won't someday die, it is dying and there is nothing nobody can do to stop it. Plagued by an unforgiving and endless winter and a cataclysmic horde of savage warriors from lands forever caught in frost things don't look good. Síðasta isn't about saving the day as it were, repulsing the evils and putting the world back together by finding seven amulets or something like that. Síðasta is about survival plain and simple and the bounds at which people go to survive. There is a heroism but there are no heroes there time has long since passed replaced by those with the determination and the will that is needed to do the things that need to be done to live another day. It's a story that follows the refugee survivors of the fall of Aoalvik as the flee southward from the advancing horde towards the ancient city of Kollshamrar, the very place where the first Wylding horde was repulsed many, many years ago. A place where rumors have it that many survivors are amassing to muster their forces and face the threat or die trying. But the road is long and filled with many dangers.
Síðasta takes place in a world with a history and a story behind it and I've done my best to make it that way. But that story is now ending with a few final pages left before it is all over and there are gaps and many stories to till and for that I need your help. So if you are interested in a tale of a darker tale of fantasy with some more mature themes and ideas. Well why don't you come and say hi?
Síðasta takes place in a world with a history and a story behind it and I've done my best to make it that way. But that story is now ending with a few final pages left before it is all over and there are gaps and many stories to till and for that I need your help. So if you are interested in a tale of a darker tale of fantasy with some more mature themes and ideas. Well why don't you come and say hi?
Oh look at that a wild application has appeared!
Maisie Banister
The Rookie
The Rookie
Nickname:
Newbie - for more than obvious reasons
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Private First Class
Psychological Analysis:
From first outlooks one would question why Maisie was even joined the army, sometimes she doesn't know herself. As the daughter of Major General William H. Bannister, war is something that has been in the back of her mind since a very young age. All her mother seemed to do was talk about war with her father, worried that because of everything happening on the news that he would have to head out to help defend the UEE. Her father from a young prepared her and her siblings for the eventually of having to protect themselves making sure that besides having normal schooling they were also trained both physically and mentality to survive. Yet for the longest time war was something of a game to her, war was this idea that made it so that when Dad told you to you had to go run and find the nearest thing towards you that looked like the best cover. And if he tapped you on the shoulder well you were dead, you picked wrong. She never figured that those games would end up becoming a reality in the end.
Maisie is young and partly from a rather enclosed childhood were heaps of expectations were dropped upon her and out of her own desires to 'stand out' among her seemingly better siblings that seemed to do everything better than her the girl can be rash, foul-mouthed, impulsive, and temperamental which caused problems during her schooling and during the early days of her training until a drill sergeant saw to at least diverting those flames of fury towards something a little bit more productive. Her father though her to stand up for herself and what she believed in and she has no problems in yelling back at even the most terrifying of figures if she believes in what they are saying happens to be wrong in the end. From equal parts genetics, her own boredom and her father's teaching Maisie has a clever mind about her and something of a wit to match it with survival instincts and peculiar sort of resourcefulness that have been ingrained into her at a young age
Despite this Maisie is still young, She manages to maintain a particular innocence as she has yet to see the darkest sides of human nature and retains a palpable trust in people. There is still a definite line between black and white for her, good and evil and she truthfully believes that the UEE stands firmly on the good side of that line. She is excited about the world and about life in general. She dreams of seeing anything beyond Cerol, of actually getting to travel once in her life. And she has dreams of being a hero like everyone calls her father. But all those dreams have now been whisked away as the shadow of war now looms over her head.
Maisie is young and partly from a rather enclosed childhood were heaps of expectations were dropped upon her and out of her own desires to 'stand out' among her seemingly better siblings that seemed to do everything better than her the girl can be rash, foul-mouthed, impulsive, and temperamental which caused problems during her schooling and during the early days of her training until a drill sergeant saw to at least diverting those flames of fury towards something a little bit more productive. Her father though her to stand up for herself and what she believed in and she has no problems in yelling back at even the most terrifying of figures if she believes in what they are saying happens to be wrong in the end. From equal parts genetics, her own boredom and her father's teaching Maisie has a clever mind about her and something of a wit to match it with survival instincts and peculiar sort of resourcefulness that have been ingrained into her at a young age
Despite this Maisie is still young, She manages to maintain a particular innocence as she has yet to see the darkest sides of human nature and retains a palpable trust in people. There is still a definite line between black and white for her, good and evil and she truthfully believes that the UEE stands firmly on the good side of that line. She is excited about the world and about life in general. She dreams of seeing anything beyond Cerol, of actually getting to travel once in her life. And she has dreams of being a hero like everyone calls her father. But all those dreams have now been whisked away as the shadow of war now looms over her head.
Military Record:
Maisie Banister grew up on Cerol as the middle child of three children born to Major General William H. Bannister and his wife Lilla Banister. The Banister family resided inside a small house with a little bit of land just outside of the heavy urban sprawl which made up Leis, far enough away from the rumble of the city but close enough so that William could report to the military base as needed rather quickly. The house was a small humble affair two stories in make and having been standing since the first colonist settled on Cerol many years prior. She shared a room with her younger sister Emma, or as Maisie liked to describe her as the most annoying person to have ever lived in the history of the world. Besides having to endure her father's own particular brand of survival training since she was old enough to comprehend the words duck and cover, Maisie life was fairly standard for what it was, almost pleasant as some could describe it.
Her father wanted the children to go to Cerol's Military Academy for young students one of the best in the UEE which produces top tier officers and other accomplished members of society serving the Emperor. Their mother insisted against it believing that the children deserved the chance to have a normal life and pick what they wanted to do with their future. In the end Lilla one of course and the children were enrolled in a private school not far from their own home. It was in school that Maisie ended up having the most trouble as it was there she came to realize how much she was lackluster in comparison to her siblings. Her older brother Jon was something of the school hero: star athlete, president of the student council, and beloved by everyone that seemed to meet him and then when Emma started going to school she never heard the end of how all her teachers called her gifted and how she scored top ranks in a whole score of screening tests and how she was destined to do great things with her mind. That of course left Maisie how was extraordinarily average
in comparison to her 'perfect' siblings. She was good at sports but not as good as Jon, she was smart enough to pass her honors classes but no where near as smart as Emma and she didn't have much else to bring to the table in forms of skills and talents.
So Maisie began to get into trouble and start to hang out with the wrong types of kids and do the wrong types of things. The first time her parents got called down to the Principals office due to the young girl having covered the girl's bathroom in some rather vulgar graffiti they were shocked and horrified. Yet the girl didn't seem to care, her parents anguish seemed to only fuel her on as she continued to act out against them. Her grades began to drop and on some days she wouldn't end up going to school at all. This pattern of reckless behavior would continue up until the incident. It was her junior year of high school and Maisie was in a car with several of a friends as they just came back from a big party. The driver of the car was drunk and crashed the vehicle had long into a tree. The driver and the kid sitting the passenger seat died upon impact and one more would die from their wounds in the hospitable, and another had to have her arm amputated and replaced with a robotic replacement after it was pinned and crushed beneath the vehicle. Maisie and one another survived intact and without any serious injuries at least physically.
That moment of shock was enough to bring an end to a lot of Maisie's reckless behavior mostly because of fear and guilt which caused her to become something of a recluse. It was her father that was able to bring her out of her rut and try and put her back on the right track of things. It wasn't his idea that when she graduated a year later that she would enlist, it was hers. She wanted a fresh start, she wanted to make something of herself, make it so that her parents were proud of her again. Due to her delinquent behavior none of the officer academics would of taken her but that was okay because she didn't want to be an officer anyway, her father hadn't he rose from private to general through hard work and persistence so she wouldn't need to either.
The training was good for Maisie helped give her some order where she didn't have any and gave her some direction in life. From all accounts according to her superiors she was a star recruit already knowing half the material because of her father and the rest she seemed to pick up like it was second nature to her. Those two years seemed to fly and before she knew it she had gradated out of training and was being thrown into the 8118th Mechanized Infantry as they had taken some losses and needed fresh blood. They were supposed to ship out, she was supposed to finally be able to get away from Cerol but than the Coalition fleet appeared.
Her father wanted the children to go to Cerol's Military Academy for young students one of the best in the UEE which produces top tier officers and other accomplished members of society serving the Emperor. Their mother insisted against it believing that the children deserved the chance to have a normal life and pick what they wanted to do with their future. In the end Lilla one of course and the children were enrolled in a private school not far from their own home. It was in school that Maisie ended up having the most trouble as it was there she came to realize how much she was lackluster in comparison to her siblings. Her older brother Jon was something of the school hero: star athlete, president of the student council, and beloved by everyone that seemed to meet him and then when Emma started going to school she never heard the end of how all her teachers called her gifted and how she scored top ranks in a whole score of screening tests and how she was destined to do great things with her mind. That of course left Maisie how was extraordinarily average
in comparison to her 'perfect' siblings. She was good at sports but not as good as Jon, she was smart enough to pass her honors classes but no where near as smart as Emma and she didn't have much else to bring to the table in forms of skills and talents.
So Maisie began to get into trouble and start to hang out with the wrong types of kids and do the wrong types of things. The first time her parents got called down to the Principals office due to the young girl having covered the girl's bathroom in some rather vulgar graffiti they were shocked and horrified. Yet the girl didn't seem to care, her parents anguish seemed to only fuel her on as she continued to act out against them. Her grades began to drop and on some days she wouldn't end up going to school at all. This pattern of reckless behavior would continue up until the incident. It was her junior year of high school and Maisie was in a car with several of a friends as they just came back from a big party. The driver of the car was drunk and crashed the vehicle had long into a tree. The driver and the kid sitting the passenger seat died upon impact and one more would die from their wounds in the hospitable, and another had to have her arm amputated and replaced with a robotic replacement after it was pinned and crushed beneath the vehicle. Maisie and one another survived intact and without any serious injuries at least physically.
That moment of shock was enough to bring an end to a lot of Maisie's reckless behavior mostly because of fear and guilt which caused her to become something of a recluse. It was her father that was able to bring her out of her rut and try and put her back on the right track of things. It wasn't his idea that when she graduated a year later that she would enlist, it was hers. She wanted a fresh start, she wanted to make something of herself, make it so that her parents were proud of her again. Due to her delinquent behavior none of the officer academics would of taken her but that was okay because she didn't want to be an officer anyway, her father hadn't he rose from private to general through hard work and persistence so she wouldn't need to either.
The training was good for Maisie helped give her some order where she didn't have any and gave her some direction in life. From all accounts according to her superiors she was a star recruit already knowing half the material because of her father and the rest she seemed to pick up like it was second nature to her. Those two years seemed to fly and before she knew it she had gradated out of training and was being thrown into the 8118th Mechanized Infantry as they had taken some losses and needed fresh blood. They were supposed to ship out, she was supposed to finally be able to get away from Cerol but than the Coalition fleet appeared.
Equipment:
- STAKEN Battle Rifle: Why would they give the rookie something as notoriously hard to manage as the STAKEN? Simple reason really it is a firm belief that if one can learn to use a STAKEN, you can pretty much learn to shoot anything. It's a sort of rite of passage for all rookies really
- APP-3 Pistol
- Combat Knife
- 4x Electron Gel
@Reaper
Looks like you will have to wait no longer!
Looks like you will have to wait no longer!
Trapp felt himself sink into the leather chair of the cockpit as he watched the console cycle through various systems. Most of the systems and designations were familiar to his eyes as most UEE pilots had to spend as much time analyzing Coalition schematics as they did their own machines, but others stood out to him specifically something called the Aegis System. From quick observation it seemed to be some sort of shield system but the power draw was high above normal levels. The commander pushed his questions aside realizing his lack of time as he needed to move and quickly.
As he began to attempt familiarize himself with the controls that seemed foreign he felt something whirr inside the chair and moments later a sharp pain in the base of his necks. He cursed up and down and sideways as he reached behind him and felt a large apparatus attached to some sort of needle now embed into his body. Suddenly the screen began to be filled with biometric data as machine begin to supplement man: breathing rate, heart rate and neurological activity all being recorded and observed. More importantly the neurolink besides taking in data, it was pushing it back out giving Trapp the most abrupt crash course on an MAS he had ever experienced. He had heard rumors about the upgraded Coalition neurolinks, whispers coming down from the upper brass of how C-MAD was able to produce so many pilots in so little time. The whispers didn't prepare him for the reality of it as suddenly it felt like the MAS had become a part of him, as if he had been piloting the thing his whole life.
His hands began to move almost automatically as they cycled through various commands on the console and the array of flashing buttons that seemed to dance in his vision. Finishing the start up sequence he pressed a final command to begin the launch. A series of claxons began to sound and there was a hiss as the heavy cables attached to the back of the suit detached and following that the heavy clamps holding the MAS in place detached and fell to the ground the sound of steel hitting steel muffled by the chaos. His hands found their way to the controls and he moved the Yggdrasil into the center of the testing area. It felt quicker in his hands than he expected of a MAS. As he stood at the center the platform slowly began to rise towards the surface as the large circular dome above began to open.
Trapp could only prepare himself for the inevitable chaos above as the dull roar of battle began to grow louder and louder. The platform began to come to a halt gears grinding as the dome finished opening. As he came back out into the outside world in what seemed to have been years the first thing that he saw was luckily for him one that was familiar to him. The small harsh angular lines of a Shrike ready to destroy him at a moment’s notice. Despite the seriousness of the situation Trapp began to laugh to himself, the slow and tired laugh of a man unafraid to die. As he laughed a voice came over the open channel and spoke to him.
"Unidentified machine, identify yourself and state your intentions."
“Gallant. Weren't you ever taught not to draw a weapon on a superior officer? The Captain is going to have you peeling potatoes until you become an old man like me" Trapp quipped as he spoke into the comms as he looked about the battlefield seeing the rest of his team. This was better, he was back in his element.
It was around that moment that the MAS’ sensors began to flare up as a large energy discharge was detected. He turned to see a Ferir half crushed underneath part of the crumbling base fire one last desperate attack from its P110 launching a high velocity plasma charge straight at McKnight's back.The commander acted first accelerating his MAS forward and dropping the Yggdrasil’s shoulder and essentially tackling the lighter Shrike sending it out of the blast radius. A second later the plasma slammed into the prototype. Trapp braced for the impact as well as he could, expecting to hear alarms as the shields failed but rather something else happened. From the outside, it would appear to be a brilliant display as plasma crashed into what seemed to be a large invisible barrier made out of many tiny hexagonal figures and that barrier remained strong as the bolt of plasma was dispersed harmlessly over it as the outline of the Aegis system began to vanish from sight. Looking down at the command console, to Trapp’s surprise and amazement the shield’s didn’t even seem to flinch when they got hit by a bolt that would shred through most normal UEE shields with one hit. Though the clatter of small arms fire pinging off of the Yggdrasil informed him that he could wonder what the hell he had just stolen later.
“Gallant, I’d hate to steal your thunder as such vallant operations usually end up with medals and estate dinners which I so thoroughly despise. So for this one time only. What’s our orders kid?” Trapp spoke into the comms once more as he simultaneously pulled off from the Yggradisl’s back what appeared to be some sort of laser rifle and he fired at the downed mech that had shot at the Shriek a moment earlier, the concentrated beam slammed into the already weakened Fenrir piercing through its core and consuming what was left of it in the resulting explosion.
As he began to attempt familiarize himself with the controls that seemed foreign he felt something whirr inside the chair and moments later a sharp pain in the base of his necks. He cursed up and down and sideways as he reached behind him and felt a large apparatus attached to some sort of needle now embed into his body. Suddenly the screen began to be filled with biometric data as machine begin to supplement man: breathing rate, heart rate and neurological activity all being recorded and observed. More importantly the neurolink besides taking in data, it was pushing it back out giving Trapp the most abrupt crash course on an MAS he had ever experienced. He had heard rumors about the upgraded Coalition neurolinks, whispers coming down from the upper brass of how C-MAD was able to produce so many pilots in so little time. The whispers didn't prepare him for the reality of it as suddenly it felt like the MAS had become a part of him, as if he had been piloting the thing his whole life.
His hands began to move almost automatically as they cycled through various commands on the console and the array of flashing buttons that seemed to dance in his vision. Finishing the start up sequence he pressed a final command to begin the launch. A series of claxons began to sound and there was a hiss as the heavy cables attached to the back of the suit detached and following that the heavy clamps holding the MAS in place detached and fell to the ground the sound of steel hitting steel muffled by the chaos. His hands found their way to the controls and he moved the Yggdrasil into the center of the testing area. It felt quicker in his hands than he expected of a MAS. As he stood at the center the platform slowly began to rise towards the surface as the large circular dome above began to open.
Trapp could only prepare himself for the inevitable chaos above as the dull roar of battle began to grow louder and louder. The platform began to come to a halt gears grinding as the dome finished opening. As he came back out into the outside world in what seemed to have been years the first thing that he saw was luckily for him one that was familiar to him. The small harsh angular lines of a Shrike ready to destroy him at a moment’s notice. Despite the seriousness of the situation Trapp began to laugh to himself, the slow and tired laugh of a man unafraid to die. As he laughed a voice came over the open channel and spoke to him.
"Unidentified machine, identify yourself and state your intentions."
“Gallant. Weren't you ever taught not to draw a weapon on a superior officer? The Captain is going to have you peeling potatoes until you become an old man like me" Trapp quipped as he spoke into the comms as he looked about the battlefield seeing the rest of his team. This was better, he was back in his element.
It was around that moment that the MAS’ sensors began to flare up as a large energy discharge was detected. He turned to see a Ferir half crushed underneath part of the crumbling base fire one last desperate attack from its P110 launching a high velocity plasma charge straight at McKnight's back.The commander acted first accelerating his MAS forward and dropping the Yggdrasil’s shoulder and essentially tackling the lighter Shrike sending it out of the blast radius. A second later the plasma slammed into the prototype. Trapp braced for the impact as well as he could, expecting to hear alarms as the shields failed but rather something else happened. From the outside, it would appear to be a brilliant display as plasma crashed into what seemed to be a large invisible barrier made out of many tiny hexagonal figures and that barrier remained strong as the bolt of plasma was dispersed harmlessly over it as the outline of the Aegis system began to vanish from sight. Looking down at the command console, to Trapp’s surprise and amazement the shield’s didn’t even seem to flinch when they got hit by a bolt that would shred through most normal UEE shields with one hit. Though the clatter of small arms fire pinging off of the Yggdrasil informed him that he could wonder what the hell he had just stolen later.
“Gallant, I’d hate to steal your thunder as such vallant operations usually end up with medals and estate dinners which I so thoroughly despise. So for this one time only. What’s our orders kid?” Trapp spoke into the comms once more as he simultaneously pulled off from the Yggradisl’s back what appeared to be some sort of laser rifle and he fired at the downed mech that had shot at the Shriek a moment earlier, the concentrated beam slammed into the already weakened Fenrir piercing through its core and consuming what was left of it in the resulting explosion.
@Prisk
Yeah I'm cool with Rockette's suggestion
@Rockette
And a flashback series will work, though I guess we will have to be careful to not have the flashbacks begin to bog us down too much or else the point of the restart/reboot/rewhateveryouwanttocallit kind of becomes nought. But I think we got this!
Yeah I'm cool with Rockette's suggestion
@Rockette
And a flashback series will work, though I guess we will have to be careful to not have the flashbacks begin to bog us down too much or else the point of the restart/reboot/rewhateveryouwanttocallit kind of becomes nought. But I think we got this!
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