Krayzikk

Late UC Gundam RPG Possibility

I think I'd be down for this.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I honestly can't disagree more. The rules of the setting were laid out pretty early on and with a high degree of consistency in what we were told. We weren't told everything, but that was supposed to come out later.

What we have here is made by people who didn't handle the original setting alone, and are doing it now without the creator. And what they're making doesn't gel with the setting.

More than enough reason for me to not only be okay with disregarding it for the purposes of the game, but encourage it.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Anyways way back when the hammer was dropped that magic doesn't exist, but now it does. It opens up many, many doors.

@Lucius Cypher

Doors, honestly, that should have stayed closed.

There's a reason I dropped RWBY Vol 4.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

If we're going to execute people for being dipfucks this place is gonna resemble a lot more of the French revolution than just BASL soon

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

<Snipped quote by Abillioncats>

The turrets are for the fliers.

The bunker is for the tunnelers. First sign of shit hitting the fan, everybody gets to the bunkers while the fighters do their thing.

And nothing plows through a triple-thick wall of steel, wood, and brick with a "moat" of spiked hedgehogs (the anti-tank trap, not the animal), and spike barricades.

Oswald comes from a very paranoid village.

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

And the Grimm are gonna pay for it!

Actually, about that, it's gonna be tax funded!

モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

Miss Sparr's mech, meanwhile, has her mech's main cannon built into the arm/wrist.

@Foster

Yeeeeeah.

That's not really for ranged use, no matter how the engineers justify its inclusion.

The range-use cannons are handheld, or built into the Matryoshka unit.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Lucius Cypher
She'd be fine with just staying with BASL

@NarayanK

It's okay. At this point BASL's force projection is about equal to a large group already.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@NarayanK @Lugubrious

Coding can be fun, honestly. Especially Python. Python is dead easy. Java's nice because object-oriented design is how I like to think about things, and making a scripting language like Python work in terms of object-oriented design really requires bending over backwards.

Anyway.

I'm fine with that timeskip on Friday. I had an interesting December, but things are much calmer now so I can start refocusing efforts on this game and being more active in general.

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

Christmas Cheer

They were evil, really.

Pulling what they did. Playing the cards they did to get him to agree to this. He shouldn’t have agreed to this. It was ridiculous. They could have been doing real work instead of this. But, he remembered as a grin slipped across his face, he’d turned it around on them. A Santa couldn’t be seen without his elves, now could he?

Because for the next eight hours, that’s who Ben was. Santa. A local charity handed out presents every Christmas, and they had someone to dress up as their Santa every year. This year their Santa was ill at the last minute, and in desperation they had posted a call for a replacement everywhere they could. Postings Bastille had seen while on a trip to the city.

Exactly how Ben was strong-armed into showing up to volunteer he couldn’t recall, though he knew there was a lot of guilt-tripping involved. Guilt trips he had immediately turned around on them in front of the event organizers, telling them all about how great it would be for the kids to see a whole team of huntsman and huntresses handing out presents, how ASL would be perfect for it, et cetera, et cetera. It made the whole event worth it to see the look on Amy’s face when she realized she’d have to work with kids all day.

Honestly, though, he was enjoying it. They were having fun. Lauren had started a pillow fight after arguing with Amy about the best way to pad Ben’s stomach (using the intended padding) even though it was clear neither of them had any experience with padding. Sangue tried to stay out of the line of fire, and was busy using her new arm to help adjust his wig. The fine motor practice was good for her, and someone had to be getting work done. The other two returned to task relatively quickly to make sure the normally lithe Ben was big enough to be old Saint Nick, then spent an hour critiquing his jolly voice.

Despite it all (or perhaps because of it) Ben was ready at nine o’clock sharp, stepping out to a big, green, red and gold chair in front of a long line of kids with a wave of his hand and the jolliest laugh he could manage. The charity had the whole day planned out; he was going to read a Christmas story every few hours, the rest of Bastille would help keep the kids waiting in line engaged, and halfway through he’d get a break to get something to eat other than the milk and cookies he had to eat during every story he read. The kids came up one by one, had a brief little conversation with him, he’d make a big show of hemming and hawing over the presents in his bag, pick one out, pose for a picture, and the boy or girl would go on their way happy as could be.

It didn’t take long for him to really start having fun with the role, the delight on everyone’s faces was a fantastic mood booster. Which he supposed was the point; winter was the hardest time of year. Especially in times past. The weather frequently claimed the unwary or unprepared, the Grimm were harder to fight, and the negative atmosphere just attracted more of them.

But Christmas raised everyone’s spirits. It didn’t matter how old you were. Kids looked forward to seeing Santa, adults looked forward to seeing family. Parents looked forward all year long to seeing the looks on their children’s faces. Christmas cheer, quite literally, held the darkness at bay.

Ben was more than happy to help with that.

“It’s almost time.” He murmured under his breath as he finished his last story, something Sangue nodded her head at and slipped around back. She wasn’t comfortable speaking, let alone singing, out loud in front of a crowd yet. Which worked out fine, since someone needed to handle the equipment for the finale.

Meanwhile, Lauren and Amy took center stage to sing carols. He had suggested “White Christmas”, but Lauren had shot him down. Vehemently. She insisted that the two of them would pick the carol, and he would have to trust them. Not the most comforting thing to hear under the circumstances, but he did trust them. Trust that was well placed, in fact; while he made the preparations for his part of the finale, he could hear them singing “I’ll Be Home for Christmas”.

It was good he didn’t have much prep to do, because he couldn’t help but watch with a wide grin behind his beard. He knew some of them had been a little reluctant to take part, but they’d found their enthusiasm too. For Lauren it may have been as simple as enjoying the hype such an event created, for Amy… Who knew. It was hard to tell. But she seemed to be enjoying it. He hoped Sangue was, too. But he’d have to ask her later. It was almost his cue.

He pressed the buttons on the Aura batteries tucked up his sleeves and felt his Aura reserves swell, more than enough for what he needed. Amy and Lauren stepped back, their carol finished, and Ben rose up from his chair and walked towards the center of his little stage.

Most of the kids had stuck around or come back later, the organizers had been sure to notify everyone that something special would happen at the end. The carol was the first part, but the real show was just about to start.

“You’re all wonderful children,” Ben started, clasping both hands in front of him and smiling out at the gathered crowd. “I’m glad I was able to be here today, before my busy night. You’ve all been very good this year. I’m proud of you, and I hope you enjoy your gifts tomorrow.”

“My elves,” He gestured with one hand to Amy and Lauren. “Want to thank you, too. They don’t get to leave the North Pole often, and you have been such fun for them to play with.”

“But, I must be going. I have a lot to do tonight.” Bastille’s leader had a wide grin tucked under his beard, one growing bigger by the instant, as he gave the crowd a knowing look. “I’d have loved to take my sleigh here, but my team has been getting ready for tonight. I’ll have to get out of here myself.”

“I wish you all a merry Christmas and a happy New Year!”

Ben threw his mostly empty sack over his shoulder, crouched low, and leaped. He soared upwards to the delighted roar of the people below him, flying up and up and up in a vast arc that took him up and over the building behind the little square. To everyone on the ground it looked like he had simply flown away.

That bit had been his own idea. Something to make the magic of Santa seem a little more… Tangible.

The problem, though, was that now he had to land.

Which was why Sangue was holding a net as taut as she could over a large snowbank below him as he started falling to earth. It wasn’t enough to catch him; he tore right through it and into the snowbank, just like they thought he would, but it helped slow him down. The snow cushioned his fall, and his Aura did the rest. Not to say it felt comfortable.

Sangue was already peering down at him when he climbed his way out of the Ben-shaped hole.

“Are… you okay?”

“Yeah, Sangue, I’m great.” He answered with a little laugh. “Went well, don’t you think?”

“Yes. It was… Fun.”

“I think so too. Let’s go get Amy and Lauren before they get into mischief.”

UC: Rise of the forgotten

"It is fortunate, then, that the Gouf has not attempted peaceful action until now."

Rebekah's comment was more than a little dry, and none-too-gentle in pointing out the Zeon pilot's behavior, but she didn't move to finish the enemy unit. As practical an option as it would have been, it wasn't necessary; they now outnumbered the Gouf three-to-one. She had extended her own offer of ceasefire as well and she wasn't one to go back on her word. There were larger problems to address, too.

She wasn't facing the risk of death by enemy fire anymore, she was no facing death by asphyxiation.

For it was air that was the real problem, not food. Between the small quantity of emergency rations in her cockpit and whatever stores of energy her body could burn she could survive for at least a week. Certainly more, but then she would begin to run into the issue of dehydration. A week would be long enough to accelerate the Striker in the direction of the Federation ships and most likely run into a vessel of some kind, provided she permitted inertia to carry her instead of using up the fuel she might need for maneuvering, but there was no guarantee that vessel would be friendly. Her efforts to reach allied ships might simply carry her into the hostile, trigger-happy arms of a Zeon battle group. It was a moot point anyway, given the limited amount of oxygen available. Even factoring in what was contained within her normal suit she would run out of oxygen in a matter of days.

The only solution she could see was to make her way to the colony in the hopes that there were sufficient supplies to ensure her survival, and that of the remaining Federation pilots in the area. Searching for additional survivors would further drain resources, but was a necessity. She would not leave comrades to suffocate in the void alone. Not if she could help it.

There were more immediate matters to attend to, however.

"I disengaged when it ventured deeper into the asteroid field." She answered the pilot of the Thunderbolt GM, noting movement out of the corner of her eye and turning the Striker's head to get a better look. "Continuing to engage it one-on-one was a risky proposition. It was wiser to regroup."

"It seems, however, that it has decided to return." The Striker's eyes flashed, while its external lights continued to flash a ceasefire signal. A smooth move of her arm brought her rifle to bear on the Zaku hanging at the edge of the field, a precaution against potential hostility.

The ball was in her erstwhile opponent's court, now.

@Crimmy @Plank Sinatra @Suku @Arclabe