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NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

So is she just going to be on the tram? Or do you have some sort of change before then, cause LHG had some interest in the daughters for harem fodder.

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

AGATHA SMITH

Appearance: Standing at 5’6”, Agatha has sharp features and a smile that could cut an NC to ribbons. Hair once flaxen has long since gone gray, which is pulled into a loose bun. Deep set green eyes and a pointed nose. Some people have told her she has the face of a 1st grade Math teacher who takes joy in assigning homework over the weekend. While not a weight lifter, she has a solid frame from years of hard work on the surface. Tends to wear a faded burgundy vest over an oil stained grey jumpsuit.

Age: 58

Role: Scout Sniper

Personality: Agatha is a restless woman who finds there is no worse fate than finding yourself without purpose. Give’s 110% percent to everything she does, and is a strong proponent of clean living, or as clean as one can get outside the burrows. Carries herself with a wizened air of experience that comes with age, not book smarts. Could be described as desperate in search for a cause, desperate enough to come to Anchorage.

Doesn't acknowledge her own bitterness with having settled down and giving up on piloting. Feels like she lost out on something important, but can't besmirch her husbands memory or their daughters to disregard their lives together as unimportant.

Biography: Born and raised on the surface, Agatha always knew she was a special snowflake. At the bizarrely typical age of 14, she was found compatible to pilot an NC. Like so many before her she was drawn into piloting a bipedal weapon of mass destruction and had many mercantile adventures as an independent NC operator that aren’t worth recollection. The kinds of adventures that blur together but can often be summed up as, ‘Go to exotic locations, meet interesting people, and kill them’.

Throughout her ventures she had a loyal mechanic who would have followed her to hell and back by the name of Albert Smith. He wasn’t particularly handsome or clever, but he was loyal, sweet, and won over her affections through his perseverance. At 27 Agatha was married, by 28 she had a daughter and another on the way. Finding their means of employment too dangerous to foster a family, they decided it was prudent for Agatha to set aside the adventuring for a more sedentary lifestyle. Investing their considerable saving towards setting up shop in a scrapyard, Agatha began a new life as a mother and family woman.

For years, that was good enough. All the effort she had put forth piloting her NC was directed towards running the scrapyard and raising her kids. There wasn’t the same rush that came with piloting a multi-ton automaton, but she was satisfied for a time.

Then the children grew up, and left the nest to find out their own destinies. To be the special snowflakes that have fantastical opportunities all lined up for the taking if they only go out and claim them. Her husband of 29 years had grown ill and passed peacefully in his sleep.

That left Agatha, with a job she didn’t care for and no one relying upon her. Most would have considered this time to retire, settle down and indulge herself before the inevitable end, but she couldn’t. Even with the best years of her life in the past, she knew she had more to give. Firing up the old NC, which had been used as a makeshift crane for the scrapyard, she went out to recapture her lost glory, but found there wasn’t any demand for someone so long out of the game. The only ones as desperate as she was where the good folks down at New Anchorage, and they just so happened to be looking for any pilot that would come their way.

Tactical Preference: Specializes in the collection and dissemination of tactical information with the armaments to capitalize on this knowledge with unparalleled veracity from long range. Relies upon heavy thrusters to facilitate rapid repositioning to out maneuver and evade enemy forces.

Word Color: Teal 008080

NC Codename: Charon

NC Appearance:

Appearence

Body Type: Moderately armored bipedal NC specialized towards ease of movement and relocation. Meant to be a Sniper who repositions with each shot and endeavors to flank an enemy rather than engage from extreme long range at a stationary position. The armor isn't enough for front line combat, but is sufficient to keep Charon active while exposed during relocation.

Equipment:
-Powerful, back mounted thruster pack for explosive bursts of propulsion meant for either rapid ascent on a vertical plane or dashing forward to cover long distance in a short time.
-Advanced Targeting suite to magnify targets up to 60x and offer thermal and night vision capabilities at range. Will paint targets viewed through optics with a marker that will be relayed to friendly units.

Armaments:
- PXS-8.0 'Opticor' Super heavy Maser rifle.
- leg mounted dumb fire rocket pods. 2 pods per leg, 12 rockets each.
- Shoulder mounted smoke grenade launcher.

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

"Oh Master." Tamamo chastised lightly, pressing against Wes from behind so she could see what he had been working on so fervently. She couldn't grasp what it was about a very anxious rat that was so interesting to him, but the mind of her master was on a level of complexity far beyond her own it seemed. "Have you forgotten where we are? This is Nippon! The land of cosplay and insane politeness. People won't give me more than a passing glance on the streets. Unless..."

Tamamo adopted a quizzical expression before firmly hugging her Wes. "Are you worried someone harboring untoward thoughts towards my radiant form will try to act upon their base impulses? How kind of you to consider the sanctity of your beloved. However, I am certain that I shall be safe, and we don't really have a change of clothes to go about incognito as it were."

She released her Master, a satisfied smirk plastered on her face at the frantic beat of her heart. Still got the courtly charms~ "I'll be back before sundown. If not just give me a call over the our special bond."

With a parting wave she exited the cabin and strolled to the back of the deck. A momentary debate on whether to Astralize and try to jump 90 ft to dry land, or swim at the expense of getting wet.

"Whee!" And with a delighted squeal she leapt in to the water and swam to shore. A few minutes later a passerby would be startled by a sopping wet cosplayer climbing out of the embankment, turning upon them, and asking with far too much cheer than the situation should allow,
"Excuse me, but you can point me to a place to purchase fine spirits? I'm celebrating my husband purchasing a new boat and would like to properly celebrate the occasion."

The passerby, your average Japanese business man, nodded politely and pointed her in the direction of a respectful little business he had no intention of going to in the near future called the Copenhagan. They paid good money to the tourism board to drum up business, it was only polite to help them along for supporting Fuyuki.

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

Want me to post to the CS tab then?

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

That was unexpected.

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

"Rise and rejoice, Seyrun! You may be graced with the presence of the vulpine concubine during her liquor run! Truly you are favored by the divine!" -Tamamo, keyboard thief extraordinaire

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

The frustration in the cabin mounted even Wes had entered. His presence was insufficient to ease the tension that had overcome her. Tamamo had to accept that basic Magecraft was just not part of set of wifely skills. Even if she did make a Workshop, which she was questioning of the feasibility of given their lair, it was likely not to live up to the impeccable standards of a discerning magus like Wes.

Raising her arms overhead she worked the soreness out of her body, unconsciously thrusting out her chest for her Master's viewing pleasure.

"Master, it pains me to admit it, but my skills aren't suited for this. It behooves me to say I am not fit to suited to preparing our nest." She pawed at her face, wiping away fat crocodile tears. As a renowned courtesan of unparalleled beauty and grace, acting was a skill she had down pat. "There really isn't anything I can offer to prepare our home. Perhaps I could scout the city while you get the drone doohickey and pick up a house warming present? Nothing says commiseration like a nice bottle of sake!"

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

Curses! Foiled by logic once again!

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

Can't really think of much anything to add, Turbo. Considering her temperament, the workshop will, I assume, be possible to make but taking longer than any reasonable Magus would take to construct.

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

Well, it's late but here's the reservist Sniper. Please be gentle while lambasting it!

Pilot CS

Name: Agatha Smith

Appearance: Standing at 5’6”, Agatha has sharp features and a smile that could cut an NC to ribbons. Hair once flaxen has long since gone gray, which is pulled into a loose bun. Deep set green eyes and a pointed nose. Some people have told her she has the face of a 1st grade Math teacher who takes joy in assigning homework over the weekend. While not a weight lifter, she has a solid frame from years of hard work on the surface. Tends to wear a faded burgundy vest over an oil stained grey jumpsuit.

Age: 68

Role: Scout Sniper

Personality: Agatha is a restless woman who finds there is no worse fate than finding yourself without purpose. Give’s 110% percent to everything she does, and is a strong proponent of clean living, or as clean as one can get outside the burrows. Carries herself with a wizened air of experience that comes with age, not book smarts. Could be described as desperate in search for a cause, desperate enough to come to Anchorage.

Doesn't acknowledge her own bitterness with having settled down and giving up on piloting. Feels like she lost out on something important, but can't besmirch her husbands memory or their daughters to disregard their lives together as unimportant.

Biography: Born and raised on the surface, Agatha always knew she was a special snowflake. At the bizarrely typical age of 14, she was found compatible to pilot an NC. Like so many before her she was drawn into piloting a bipedal weapon of mass destruction and had many mercantile adventures as an independent NC operator that aren’t worth recollection. The kinds of adventures that blur together but can often be summed up as, ‘Go to exotic locations, meet interesting people, and kill them’.

Throughout her ventures she had a loyal mechanic who would have followed her to hell and back by the name of Albert Smith. He wasn’t particularly handsome or clever, but he was loyal, sweet, and won over her affections through his perseverance. At 27 Agatha was married, by 28 she had a daughter and another on the way. Finding their means of employment too dangerous to foster a family, they decided it was prudent for Agatha to set aside the adventuring for a more sedentary lifestyle. Investing their considerable saving towards setting up shop in a scrapyard, Agatha began a new life as a mother and family woman.

For years, that was good enough. All the effort she had put forth piloting her NC was directed towards running the scrapyard and raising her kids. There wasn’t the same rush that came with piloting a multi-ton automaton, but she was satisfied for a time.

Then the children grew up, and left the nest to find out their own destinies. To be the special snowflakes that have fantastical opportunities all lined up for the taking if they only go out and claim them. Her husband of 39 years had grown ill and passed peacefully in his sleep.

That left Agatha, with a job she didn’t care for and no one relying upon her. Most would have considered this time to retire, settle down and indulge herself before the inevitable end, but she couldn’t. Even with the best years of her life in the past, she knew she had more to give. Firing up the old NC, which had been used as a makeshift crane for the scrapyard, she went out to recapture her lost glory, but found there wasn’t any demand for someone so long out of the game. The only ones as desperate as she was where the good folks down at New Anchorage, and they just so happened to be looking for any pilot that would come their way.

Tactical Preference: Specializes in the collection and dissemination of tactical information with the armaments to capitalize on this knowledge with unparalleled veracity from long range. Relies upon heavy thrusters to facilitate rapid repositioning to out maneuver and evade enemy forces.

Word Color: Teal 008080

NC Sheet

NC Codename: Charon

NC Appearance:

Appearence

Body Type: Moderately armored bipedal NC specialized towards ease of movement and relocation. Meant to be a Sniper who repositions with each shot and endeavors to flank an enemy rather than engage from extreme long range at a stationary position. The armor isn't enough for front line combat, but is sufficient to keep Charon active while exposed during relocation.

Equipment:
-Powerful, back mounted thruster pack for explosive bursts of propulsion meant for either rapid ascent on a vertical plane or dashing forward to cover long distance in a short time.
-Advanced Targeting suite to magnify targets up to 60x and offer thermal and night vision capabilities at range. Will paint targets viewed through optics with a marker that will be relayed to friendly units.

Armaments:
- PXS-8.0 'Opticor' Super heavy Maser rifle.
- leg mounted dumb fire rocket pods. 2 pods per leg, 12 rockets each.
- Shoulder mounted smoke grenade launcher.