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Current Do what I do and write two novels and then have like 4 people read them B)
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We've got a certified "Bozo Down" today
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Also why's everyone getting so pressed about writing perspectives like dude just go write a book lol
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40k fans are like the "Can he beat Goku" guys of Science Fiction
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Interested! Are OC's allowed for this or are they strictly canon characters? Or a hybrid of both?


OCs only. Canon characters are almost completely unlikely to appear, bar SIX and a few potential operators down the line, but seeing as we are in a what-if scenario, most of them are unheard of, unknown to the characters and completely non-existent, as far as the characters go.
I will be working on the OOC starting now, and changes may be made throughout its creation depending on opinions brought in by you and other's who are interested.

@Burning Kitty@Aamaya@Bee
So I will be opening a multitude of options for characters, whether they are civilian or military personnel, which will help dictate the course of the plot. The story will not be beginning in Truth or Consequences as the outbreak has already broken out of the confinement. Specialist teams are likely to be dead or turned into the opposition as the highest authorities and specialist units were used in the initial outbreak. You are likely to see the regular military in most places, and if we are taking the setting in North America/Central America then it is likely that the characters would be of a more localised descent if they are military-based. Other nations will be dealing with their own small pandemics and closing off their borders in order to contain the beast that hides within.
@BeeWe meet again, Young Skywalker.

Oooo! Not only do I LOVE zombies, I love R6... This sounds like it could be extremely interesting. Haven’t done a survival type/outbreak RP in a long while.


Great to hear. Do you have any preference on what viewpoints we should focus on? Military, civilian or a bit of both?





>Confidential Recording



Four months ago, a town in New Mexico known as Truth or Consequences went dark. Many weren't sure as to why such measures had been struck upon them but within hours the National Guard were reported to have fenced off the rest of the United States from ever reaching or hearing from such a place. Very few questions were asked at the time as more and more governmental figures silenced off what they had been questioning from the day 'it' began. Some attempted to break into the town to try and find what was wrong but reports of explosions, gunfire and sightings of combat aircraft launching from overhead scared the trespassers away with little effort. Conspiracy after conspiracy rose up after the first week, wondering what kind of situation was going on there. Some pondered if it were a terrorist plot, turning the town into a warzone, whilst others predicted that it was a live-fire testing ground for new military technologies. Both couldn't be further from the truth.

Under black ink, that fateful day showed the tainted world a new foe that could not be anticipated. After a local, blacked under many lines of ink and lost amongst shredded papers, spotted something falling from the sky. When investigating what he'd found, a Soviet-Era satellite was found crashed into a nearby barn. What happened from there remains completely unknown, but less than two hours later the town was under complete lock-down. Distress signals that quickly shot up to the highest chains of military command resulted in the town being segmented off from the rest of the world. Phone lines were cut, signal jammers were put in place and other meaningful methods to suppress all knowledge of the incident were underway. Thousands from the National Guard were stationed throughout the state, blockading roads and setting up fencing all over. It was almost as if the entire settlement was wiped from existence when in reality it was. Reconnaissance aircraft, including helicopter patrols staged by both the Guard and Air Force assets available on hand left their pads and circled to find a very different, alienated world that had been trapped by their own government. Only a few scouting parties were officially brought into the light at the first week's notice, trying to limit all the suspicion it could.

Below their rotors and spotlights stood a town that didn't even seem human anymore. Strange formations of rocky spikes, tipped with red glows and cracks of the same colour, stretched for the 33km of territory that had been formally called into Quarantine. Amongst them were humanoid lifeforms, roaming around in numbers in delusional fashions reminiscent of Romero's old works. Closer inspection was called by calling specialised ground teams to enter the area and investigate via communication and scientific scrutiny. Within thirty minutes, that team was never heard of again, with their last radio broadcast indicating that these 'monsters' were incoherent, violent monstrosities of the people that acted as puppets for their manifestation. Many speculate that it was from the Soviet-Satellite in which a virus, dubbed Chimera for the vicious product it had created, that forged and mutated these innocent lives beyond repair. Thousands began to fall to the infection. Not only were its original inhabitants brought to their knees but those sent in to observe and combat the threat were soon thrown into the clutches of this violent epidemic. By the first week, the numbers in which dictated who had lived and died were lost in the confusion, with the barricades locking the infection in becoming more and more unstable every day.

On Day 19, since Patient Zero infected the town, radio chatter reported that the Northern, Southern and Eastern barracks and defences were breaking apart. Those available and on-site were soon lost in the panic. Like a crack in a glass, the contained substances were starting to ooze out and leak into the rest of the world. More of the strange rock formations leapt across the state quickly. Splits between the National Guard and Special Operators led to mass confusion and ruined organisation. Bombing tactics became inefficient and somewhat dangerous, occasionally catching friendly military and civilian personnel in their wake. And still, the officials behind these operations were trying their hardest to suppress all knowledge of such a disaster coming about. It was inevitable for the world to soon know.

Before any announcements or evacuations could be made, Santa Fe was laid under heavy isolation. Creatures of the unknown, some mutated to the point of looking anything except humanoid, spread throughout, wiping out life and flooding all forms of resistances. The outbreak had grown quicker than anticipated. Full military strengths were beginning to amass into the state as a defensive perimeter was once again set up, this time on a larger scale, whilst preparing the full might of this force. And on the last day of that first month, Truth and Consequences became the birthplace of a virus that had started to spread throughout Central, South and North-America, with strains being reported in Europe, Indonesia and Asia alike. This was the beginning of the end of days, and those involved had theirs numbered.





Welcome to The Chimera Virus: Pandemic. This is a speculative scenario based off a limited time mode within Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six: Siege known simply as outbreak, in which a New Mexican town was infested with a strange and unexplained virus, resulting in military operations called to suppress and eliminate the threat through conventional means. Debates of nuclear options were set aside as high-valued targets were reported within the area of operations, hence why it had to be dealt with on a more personal level. This scenario, however, is not to be tied in heavily with the game itself and instead focuses on a lore of its own. Following the same origins and setting, this scenario looks towards what happened if the quarantine failed and the infection broke loose, spreading to other states, countries and continents with some ease.

Now, for discussion, the choice of characters is up for debate. Originally the roleplay was going to focus on the military side of combating the threat, resulting in several missions into the lost-zones to root out the virus' source, but there is also the option of the civilian/survivor's tale. Both can easily be mixed yet I want to see what people who are interested would like to view more of. Plus, there is the discussion of how far we want this virus to have gone. Options from the confusion amassing as the virus spreads, throughout the bottom of the US and Mexico etc, to the aftermath and stalemate created from the world beginning to fall. It doesn't even have to focus on the United States, if the demand goes for it. However, unlike the game it is based off of, there will be a more realistic and gritty side to it, focusing more on the horror and tragedy it causes than the victories gained. I will leave all of this up for discussion, but for those interested I thank you for giving the time to read through this!





Robin was lucky enough to even get a response out of her, considering what Captain Paterson had told him about her records. An introvert to camaraderie, or something along those lines, was her key part. In training, being a one-man-army seemed to be her thing, but what would that make for the actual reality of war. Squadrons were formed to ensure someone had their back at all times, regardless of where they were at or who was amongst the ranks. Robin had hoped to change such desires but obviously was failing at doing so, letting out a very minute sigh and grin.

"Mon Dieu, a tough crowd." Robin tried to keep his smile but found it fading away slowly. Something had crossed his mind that really didn't stick well. Clearly she wasn't the person to talk to about it, but his loose tongue still found its way into the conversation, bringing up a random topic that troubled him. "Uhh...well, don't you think this is all a bit daunting? I mean, maybe not for you because you seem so calm and collected right now, but even having a giant suit of armour locked around my body, I still feel vulnerable returning back to France. Though I'm sure anyone would...Where do you originate from?"

The topic slipped onward as Captain Paterson, who was standing nearby, began to shuffle the two in the direction of the dropship. By that, Robin tried his best to keep a normal distance between him and the one who clearly did not like his presence, or rather he thought so. Maybe it was quite a bad question to ask, knowing that the world had plenty of suffering in all its directions. Whoever it was, wherever they came from, their nation had fallen to woe and terror. Even Britain, a place that had been relatively untouched by the Ukon Invasion, had lost many men, women and children as a result of warfare and needing a maintainable armed corps. Time would only tell in where he would regret the decision to ask.

Quickly, he also tried to shift the topic as they clambered up the ramp to the storage bay. They'd have to walk past the bays where all the Goliaths were stored, awaiting to be dropped from the undercarriage like some sort of explosive ordinance.


"There's the beauty herself. POLO please maintain a minimal link towards PBG-17." Walking past his pride, the Angel-Class Goliath he was given the privilege of piloting, he quietly ordered for his AI companion to ensure that he was somewhat linked to the mech itself. It wasn't a necessity, oh no, but Robin liked the idea of knowing that POLO could take full control of the Goliath without wasting too much time in the event of a disaster, such as the dropship going down in a spiral. "You know what...It's gonna be fine. We're the 15th, after all. You're trained and so am I, as are the rest of our team. We'll cover each others' backs, right?"

Once they had ascended upwards, the ramp began to close, indicating that the entire payload was now on-board. The Captain, just slightly ahead of them, patted them both on the shoulders and continued onward, cheering and raising a strange and eerie thought of hope towards the fellow pilots around them. It made Robin feel queasy.

"Mon Seigneur, I wish he'd stop doing that..."
truly tragic, tenative intrest....


Nice, any questions about the topic as a whole? Just remember that the plot of this RP is not confirmed, but I want to see if it garners any leeway.







The concepts of war was mind-boggling, heart-aching and soul-tearing to comprehend. For humanity to turn its back against its brothers, holding blade and barrel to one another's throats with the intentions to kill, it made him feel sick in his stomach. And once it started, there was only one way to finish it, especially on such a large global scale. It was why Aleyev was still here, holding his PPSH-41 and holstering several magazines into his chest-webbing. If one wanted to truly end a war on this scale, they needed to kill them opposition. But even then, they would not be killed. If anything, war was now a part of human nature, falling into the categories of evolutionary advancement. He could feel it, every heart-wrenching spit that it rained down upon him. Three decades ago, his uncle, elder brother to his step-father Otto, fought in what was told to be the Great War: The War to end all Wars! Ironic, wasn't it? The ignorance of what the future held for those who thought their sacrifice would change everything. Now Aleyev, generations further down the line of a family-blood he wasn't from, he was still taking arms against the very same nations, thought different in political compass, that sought to destroy them before. He'd heard stories of how the war back then unfolded, being something that everyone was dragged into rather than something the German Reich caused, but that in itself was too hard to believe. For most of those who lived now, all they knew was to fight. All they knew was to take the blood of their oppositions and smear it across the pavements of their homelands, using it to paint a future pathway.

Once Aleyev's mother came to him, telling him about her father who also fought in the Great War. It was a tale that upset her, yet always inspired her to try and be the best she could in what she believed in. That was how Aleyev saw it too. Despite the differences they had, Aleyev looked up to a Grandfather that had fought for a side his nation was against. Damiez Yanovich, a man of honour and enrichment. A captain to what would be known as the White Guard, he fought the very Soviets that gave Aleyev life and a home. It seemed so strange and surreal that his family line, his true blood, went back as far as to be his nemesis. But it was his concepts that kept both Aleyev and his mother happy. In the Cathedral of Light, within a city once anciently called Tsaritsyn, he fought and died until his breath drew cold and quiet. It was for what they believed in. They died and held out until they either achieved their wishes or were brought to their knees trying. It was that concept that Aleyev admired. As a Russian, it was odd to see a man brought into such an aggressive nation to be against the war he fought within. Leningrad taught him that the Germans were also people, no matter what age or ideology. It was ill-fitting to have to gut the people of the same species as him. But like he thought earlier, the only way to stop violence was to remove the problem and kill it. Then again, war was natural, wasn't it? How could one man stop such violence? Well: at least he could try.

The walk outside that morning was quite dry and tedious yet filled with moisture in the air. The weather was definitely something new he had to get used to, as the winters of Russia had made him more appreciative of the cold he lived within. Even in Siberia, where forests and wooded areas somewhat similar to where he was heading existed, the snow was always there to keep him company. This unbearable heat would have to become a new adjustment to his campaign. But when rallying to the meeting point, it was time for the final brief before the self-proclaimed Squad 914 were to head out on their first operation. Aleyev had heard the briefing many times before, but there were always last minute changes to listen out for when told. Atop of a large box, a uniformed behemoth of a man stood, barking out orders until his designated experimental squad were there. Aleyev held his holstered experimental pistol close to his knees and was somewhat intrigued to try it out. But the time was only going to tell when that would be said. Besides, he had a briefing to listen to.


"Comrades, soldiers and veterans of the acclaimed Squad 914," He began, making them out to be more infamous than they already were. "Your time to give back to the world has finally began, as to this day Operation: Pale-Wolf is under its final preparations. You are to be the headway for the mainline infantry and mechanised forces of the Remnant. As discussed, you will be heading on a curved bee-line towards the Irrawaddy River, where you will prepare for an interception within our true objective, the Bagan Temples. To get there, Squad 914, us, will be tasked with securing Matupi, the true town in Burmese lands, and scanning ahead towards securing the main dockyards for the river within Bagan's area. This is your overall goal."

There were a few strange exchanges of discussion between other Russian soldiers, who were confused as to what this true plan was. Many of them were still keen to fight on the frontlines in Europe, but many of the officers in charge of the project knew that the Indochinese campaign could prove to be more sustainable for testing, seeing if their functionality could work in the extensive war against the Wermacht and their onslaught into Russia. Aleyev was somewhat thankful for being in Burma, even if it didn't make full sense to him on whether or not it was an ideal testing ground. From what he could guess, there was no way that he could face the conventional warfare that the Germans had pressed upon his skull for weeks upon weeks. The Finnish, Spanish and Italians all played their parts in trying to wipe out his homeland, even if the middle participant was more of a player against the United States. Still, it was quite a strange mission. France, the Indians, the British and the Viet-Burmese resistance fighters needed a boost in their system. It was quite an easy target if they thought about it, because Japan's concentration was on trying to maintain the Chinese borders, as well as conduct invasions along the Pacific. After all, Australia and New Zealand were still kicking them with the remnant of the Royal Navy, despite not having any major naval power native to their nation. Still, the officer started to continue his briefing, revealing information that somewhat struck Aleyev dumbfounded.

"From the Raj air forces, we have already deduced that we are facing garrisons that we were not expecting. Reconnaissance and intelligence reports from Burmese resistance fighters have informed us that we have the presence of Chinese conscripts and volunteers. Regardless of what you may think of them, they are a shoot-to-kill if they so fire upon you. On top of this, reports of armoured Italian columns and garrisoned German-Spaniard regiments have been noted, but not confirmed. Be on a sharp lookout and prepare your equipment. I want to hear of the test results, use your weapons. You're out there to test your equipment for the good of the war, let alone take Burma. Remember your true objective."





Hello everyone. This interest check is going to be used for planning and creating a brand new Roleplay scenario which will be open for anyone who wishes to join. Now I will not hide the facts, the universe of 'Stand to Resist' are those of my debut novel, released nearly two months ago on amazon. Through discussions with other players, I have decided to create an event during the setting of 'Stand to Resist' but with different viewpoints, an entirely new plot and focus with small tie ins to the novel (It isn't necessary to have read it, obviously, because that would involve a lot of begging from me). So, to begin with, I should explain what the basics are for this universe, one that I would like to help discuss where you want our focus to be.

Stand to Resist is set within the fictional world of Farthall, a dieselpunk era of political chaos and misconduct between nations. Set in the last continent for humanity, five nations stand as large nations separated from one another by sea: the Ferusian Syndicalist Union, the Kingdom of Kelan, Redus, Louis and the States of Osakan. Our story takes place within the Kingdom of Kelan, which remains as the last monarchist nation left. When war breaks out between both Ferusia and Kelan, for reasons that are discovered later in the tale, huge mass-conscription forces the populace into armed service to defend the homeland. That is where the People's Army of Kelan, or the Militia as it is commonly referred to, pops into existence, where characters are thrown into a conflict they wish not to delve into. The universe is set heavily in a steam-to-dieselpunk setting, with dreadnoughts that glide in the sky, large naval boats that roam the seas, tanks that are mechanically powered by quadrupedal and bipedal movement systems, and other strange technologies. This allows for some creativity and experimentation of gear, concepts and battles later in the novel's cycle. However, our roleplay scenario will not be that of the main story, of course, and that is where everyone who is interested can help decide.

As you can guess, there are two main opposing viewpoints: Ferusia and Kelan. The option for both sides to be our focal point are very much open to discussion. Each sides have their own advantages and opportunities for plot-driven stories to come with them. For example, Ferusia allows for an entirely new viewpoint of the war to be opened to the players, allowing them to experience the bloody conflict from their eyes, with more advanced technology and the physical difficulties of fighting on foreign lands. What's more, they also have the opportunity to go through the entire war, as many of their regiments, divisions and branches fought the entirety of the war from start to finish. From the battles of the orbital atolls that surround Kelan to the physical mainland invasion, the setting and opportunities for battles are greatly enhanced. Also, to add onto Ferusia's lists of benefits, there are also several different viewpoints that can be listed. For instance, you have the Ferusian Expeditionary Force, the main bulk of the military power involved in the conflict. However, pilots of the Sky-Navy, sailors of the Navy or drivers of the Armoured Corps are also available. What's more, the Ferusian Sky-Navy also has access to the more advanced edition of the Aeronautical Marines, a branch of infantry used for boarding ships in the skies and parachuting to the ground for raids and counter-attacks.

On the contrary, Kelan also offer a unique experience with many more options for branches and different races to be available. Kelan's story-line can be split into early, mid and late war segments, where most branches of the military cover one or two of each segments, meaning our plot can be more focused and driven out. Their military branches are somewhat similar, but with added options for more variety. As previously stated, the Sky-Navy, Navy and Royal Army are the three main branches of Kelan's military bulk, however there is a fourth branch which we know as the People's Army, or the Militia; these are conscripted citizens that were forced to fight after they refused to volunteer for the royal army. Within the Sky-Navy, like before, are the Aeronautical Marines, though a more outdated generation of them. On top of this, the Navy has the Oceanic Marines and the Royal Army has the Rangers, land-based reconnaissance and guerrilla fighters that lead the attacks in mountains, forests and other low-tolerance areas. The Militia in question don't have a special forces branch but include the uniqueness of non-combatants being thrown into a war, causing much panic, dilemma, danger and death for their duration of the story. The Militia also have access to several other races that volunteered to join the defence of Kelan, such as Redus men and women who were refused access into the Royal Army or other branches.

Either side shows promise, and I want it to diverge from the story mostly because I want to potentially see this as a canon addition created by fellow players. Once the main series of Stand to Resist is complete, including the two sequels currently in the works, I want to release several novellas and side-stories to expand this universe. Some of which I plan to do are different viewpoints in 'Stand to Resist's events, including civilian, opposing and shared viewpoints to that of the main cast. I have no idea how well this plan may go, but I want to just experiment and make a new RP I understand the universe of completely and could potentially interest others with. As said above, those interested can leave their thoughts on what sides, branches, viewpoints or unmentioned suggestions they have to bring to the table for us to formulate and create this scenario. I hope that those interested wish to become involved and help bring a great, untold story if we can possibly do so. Many thanks!







Smog and all kinds of strange emissions caused him to cough whilst he traversed the endless expanses of Airfield Ten, the Commonwealth's main reserve-line deployment zone. Hundreds upon hundreds of deployment craft circled the air and landed, shipping in and out new batches of recruits, veterans and other uniformed personnel. This endless stream kept Robin's eyes and ears all over the place, scanning for any form of news from the deployment zone in his homeland. It was a personal wish to return to the homeland, which was now a battlefield that was ridiculed with war, death and deceit. Whilst the lands of Britain, Capital of the Commonwealth, had treated him kindly for the duration of his extended cadet service and Goliath Training procedures, he still missed the home he was born and bred in, one that had been ridiculed and thrown aside by the invaders from beyond the stars. It was still hard to believe that this was reality, one of violence and death. But now, at least during this day, a small hint of hope glimmered within his head. Robin felt like he could do something that would make a difference. It was a feeling that his trainers had called Pilot's Instinct. It was that instinct that Robin had deep down within his heart at that very moment.

"Peltier, don't be daydreaming now. We got fifteen minutes before our ride sets out." A gruff voice cut him from the daydream he suffered from. It was that of an American accent, one unmistakably recognisable by its prowess and size: Johnathon Paterson, the Captain of the 15th Reconnaissance Squadron. The seemingly battle-hardened figure was placed in charge of Robin's Squadron, though in reality the man hadn't a moment's of experience in combat. Like the frenchman himself, Johnathon was fresh out of training, just like every other member of the Squadron, but had extremely prestigious results from all fields of training. Being the elite member of Robin's wave, his confidence and trust was sky-rocketed once command had made him an official Captain once graduation had come by. It wasn't rare for new pilots to be placed at high positions, especially when leading other rookie soldiers like Robin, as the demand for veterans was always short-handed, and those who'd made a name for themselves out in the field generally didn't want reassignment due to the camaraderie they had forged with their brothers and sisters in arms on the frontline. "Put on your dancing shoes, boy; we have showtime soon."

Beneath his arms, tightly held onto, was his helmet that he would have worn when inside his mechanised unit. Those were optional and somewhat based entirely on whether or not their Goliath was safe enough to operate with a naked head, like the more stabilised version that Robin had. The man was born and bred from America, easily, and had seen his fair share of damage done throughout the ages. He was born just before the invasion had begun and was living in America until the Ukon threat had found its way onto his soil, where the desperate resistance cells held on until Commonwealth rescue parties could reach them. Johnathon was one of those lucky souls to have been plucked by those search teams, and now with his mind aged slightly more than Robin's was he was back to fight another day. He was a real protagonist, sometimes Robin would think, the kind of guy that would take the centre-stage of some of the many heroic tales that were told back home. And being a Goliath Captain, he had all the reason to hold such fame.

Robin shook his head and adjusted his uniform, calmly saluting his superior with ease as he reached out to shake his hand once more. The two were somewhat well rehearsed in their connections, but he wouldn't call him a friend. Robin was far too compassionate towards his fellow teammates that when he was first assigned to the 15th Reconnaissance Squadron each of his squadmates received a message via email introducing himself in a friendly matter. It was something he couldn't resist doing, despite having not seen most of them face to face until the arrival at Airfield Ten. Still, most of those he'd only seen from a short distance and hadn't spoken too yet. He wanted to ensure that before they headed into the fray that he'd at least come out with one close ally, but with time coming to a quick conclusion that didn't seem very possible.


"You gotten your Goliath hooked up to the drop-systems of our ship?"

"Uhh, yes! Yes, Captain. Already done and dusted. You know me, always on call and ready when you need me." Robin stuck a thumb up from a clenched fist and smiled brightly towards his superior, trying to make some sort of fake aura to hide his inner nervousness that he really was experiencing. The Captain seemed to buy it, ruffling his hair and chuckling back at his enthusiasm.

"Fantastic, rookie! When you're ready, load up your shit onto the aircraft and get yourself pumped. It's not that long of a flight, I'm sure you're aware. And hey..." With a patriotic smile and a lacklustre of woe in all his veins, Captain Paterson smiled once more and placed a tight grip onto his shoulder. "We'll stop by one of your hometown's cafes once we're victorious, ey?"

The two shared a laugh of confidence, albeit that Robin's was more nervous and quite pessimistic of what he was told. Sure, Paterson had an amazing way with words for a rookie, especially when it came to rallying and upholding the high morale that the recruits had. Before they were to drop into combat, he'd been keeping them on their toes and ensuring that they were at the highest of moods. With people like Robin, however, it was quite a challenge to get any true emotion out of him. Fears of returning to a wasteland of a home were starting to pound harshly against Robin's chest, the realisation that they were going to witness the first sign of conflict. The Commonwealth wouldn't have lied though when it came to explaining how heroic and amazing fighting was, seeing it as an adventure. However, the look on Marc, his father's, face when they were split apart at a young age in Amiens always made him wonder if the war was really how the media portrayed it.

"Fils de pute..." Cursing his breath in a native tongue, a voice from within his earpiece started to talk in its metallic tone.

"Pilot, your emotional signs are decreasing, what is this distress I am sensing?" And as always, POLO was there to pipe in. It felt odd having him scan his vital signs at all moments, especially when he forgot to cut off their neural link after the previous Goliath test. Their connection was still together, though weak seeing as they were separated from Goliath to Pilot, so radio conversation was needed in this place. "I detect anxiety and signs of distress. Do you wish for me to contact Lisa?"

"POLO, you've known me for a year and a half now, please stop asking if you should open a comm-channel with my Guardian."

"Correction: I have been in your service for one year, six months and thirteen days."

A blank stare of frustration, though somewhat humorously involved, responded to the retort his AI companion had given him. In his own response, he brought back a snarky remark of his own.

"If there weren't any battles coming up I would have factory reset you by now." But in his banterous exchange he shared with the robotic life-form within his Goliath, he noticed something from the corner of his eyes. Having guided her Goliath inside, one of the heavier classes of course, stood awaiting some form of reason to go aboard, stood a fellow wing-man that he only just recognised. She was, in her blonde state of elegance, idly waiting by. If he had to guess, she were either daydreaming about the possibilities of battle or pondering strange conversations with her own AI companion. Either way, Captain Paterson seemingly hadn't let her know of the timing or gone to brief her for some odd reason. She clearly hadn't been told before, or so Robin guessed, and had the potential to look even more like a lemon if left unattended. So, he did what he would have thought to do anyway. She was a comrade, after all, perhaps this was the only shot he'd get of actually acquainting himself with the allies he worked with. And so, waltzing over casually, he stood beside her and spoke in a somewhat quiet tone. "Hey, uhh...Captain Paterson said we should go on-board, seeing as we have like...fifteen minutes or so. I don't know. Sorry if I'm intruding anything but I was just-"

And just like that, he froze his words, stopping himself from droning on unnecessarily when he found that her attention was slightly upon him. If his habits of talking whilst away from combat weren't bad enough, he surely knew that she'd just be angered if he'd continue. Either way, he rubbed the back of his head and gently chuckled, awaiting a response from her.
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