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The Fires of Anuria(Reboot)

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The Fires of Anuria(Reboot)

Arctic Wastelands
Ashtar-Malthecian Contested Zone

The Coralis gunship’s shields held, barely. Heavy jamming meant that the Crusader’s blazing attack run had not been as precise as it otherwise would have been. The chaff threw off all four missiles, but the gunship’s dedicated psintegrat was there for a reason. Reaching out with his mind, he used the small psytech tranceivers in the missiles to bring two of them under his control and wrangle them back on target, re-establishing their locks and sending them screaming after the Crusader once more.

The pilot, meanwhile, made a rather macabre decision. He had a scant few seconds before the Crusader would come around for another pass, and his Coralis could not match its speed. In any kind of dog fight, they would be at a severe disadvantage, even with shields and multiple missiles to spare. But the Crusader was not their objective; the men on the ground were. As soon as the Crusader had appeared on sensors, Point Jakurna had deployed a flight of Swiftwinds to chase it out of Ashtar airspace. They were still half a minute away, so the Coralis might well not survive to meet them. It could, however, accomplish its primary mission.

The gunship abruptly emptied its missile pods, fired its compact omega pulse cannon, and went to rapid fire mode on its thumper turret, bringing all its firepower to bear on the Malthecian patrol below, blasting series of craters deep into the ice.

Much to his own surprise, Kahlan was not dead. He’d moved far enough to not be completely incinerated by the bombardment, and had instead only suffered a broken arm and massive damage to his power armour. It was reduced to emergency power, becoming little more than a life support suit. His rifle was gone, lost somewhere in the snow after the blast threw it clear. He watched the gunship unleash its payload on the Malthecian position, then whirr off in a desperate attempt to fight off the Crusader. Grimly drawing his sidearm, Kahlan slowly began to haul his battered body towards the freshly devastated ground, intent on finishing his mission.

Anuria
High Orbit
Archangel class cruiser A Vision Pierces the Void

Captain Edun Tameron had the misfortune of commanding the only Ashtar ship not to successfully make the FTL jump to the other side of the Vaegir fleet. “Damn vultures” he said quietly as he watched the MSSC ships close on his own. “FTL status?”
“Gate generators are fine, but the external graviton emitters on the jump drive have been heavily damaged, and can not be repaired in combat,” his tactical officer reported. “MSSC vessels are closing. Judging by previous encounters they almost certainly intend to board us.”

Tameron grimaced. There weren’t enough power armoured marines on his ship to hold off a sustained assault by MSSC boarding parties. “Transfer command stations to main engineering,” he spoke out loud to the ship. “Site to site teleport bridge personnel to main engineering on my mark. 3...2...1...Mark” A flash and a surging feeling later, and Tameron found himself in the emergency command center in engineering. Main engineering was a cavernous space predominantly lit by the steady blue glow of the cruiser’s primary harmonics chamber. A quick glance at a display told him that MSSC boarding parties were already breaching the hull. He certainly couldn’t fault them for their efficiency. “Lock down the ship. Marine response teams, prepare to repel intruders. Main engineering is our last stand, seal the blast doors and do not let those vermin in here!”

All over the ship, blast doors slammed down, isolating sections from eachother. They opened at psionic commands from authorized marines, but no one else. They were only temporary obstacles to a man with a good plasma torch and a little time. Marines deployed to key chokepoints and activated various built in turret systems, while indirect combatants throughout the ship reached their thoughts out to the SIF troopers, waiting for the right moment to strike.

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I'm thinking about characters, and I could use a little input. Just a quick summary line on the two I'm debating between.

Thael: White or White/Green tank, armed with a lance. Young, caring, protective, impulsive. Military family. Doesnt care about corruption, politics etc, firmly committed to his fellow soldiers and that's about it. Light, protection, strength, instinct.

Castor: Red/Colourless damage, also lance (I like polearms shutup). Older, jaded, iron discipline most of the time, furious temper when it comes up. Long serving veteran. Fire, Apathy, control, fury

What do yall think would fit better/more interested in seeing?

The Fires of Anuria(Reboot)

The activity is awesome though :)

Anyway, thinking on a post. Probably get in on the space action.

@Sigma

Dont forget the Basin, i'm fighting you there.

Unless you surrender ;)

Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

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Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

Sean

Sean stumbled into his apartment well after midnight, trying not to wake his roommate. Braiden had a midterm the next day, and he could get pissy when his sleep was disrupted. Sean managed to navigate his way down the hall to his own room, and brought his gaming PC out of sleep mode. The Elder Tale patches usually went live around 5 in the morning, so he still had a few hours to take care of things. He started with his DPS characters, turning in quests, depositing cash and items in his account bank, and generally tidying up. His healer was next and probably most important; started up a few crafting projects for items people always needed after expansions, pulled all his sales off the market, then the same housekeeping stuff he’d done on his DPS. Sean logged onto his tank, but he was too tired to finish up. He downed some tylenol and a lot of water, then flopped into bed and was in a deep sleep in no time.

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Jarvoff

When he woke up, Sean immediately knew something was wrong. He didn’t feel even a hint of a hangover, which was highly unlikely given how many beer he’d knocked back the night before. He was also lying in a field, not his bed, and as soon as he moved an arm he noticed he was wearing heavy plate armor instead of just his underwear.

“Alright, I guess this is a dream. I always have weird dreams after drinking.” he mused out loud. Plate armour though...it seemed familiar. He put a hand on top of his head, and pulled off a very distinctive baseball cap. “OK, I’m dreaming that I’m Jarvoff. Makes sense, I was playing him before I went to bed.” Sean stood up, and immediately felt something poke him in the back of the head. “Oh don’t tell me…” he reached back, and sure enough, Balance of Judgement was strapped to his back. The oversized greatsword had always clipped a bit with player models, something Sean had written many an angry forum post about. Apparently in a dream that equated to the hilt poking him in the back of the head a lot.

Sean drew the sword and waved it around. It felt very natural, like he’d used a sword all his life. The armor was surprisingly comfortable as well. Sean deftly swung at a nearby stump, slicing it in half. The stump promptly disappeared, and was replaced by a single plank of wood. “Miserable Quality Wood: Level 1 crafting item.” a tooltip popped up as Sean went to retrieve the piece of wood. “Ok, that’s a little hyper-detailed.”

He returned his sword to its sheathe, then somehow accidentally opened the player menu. A little experimentation showed that moving his hands a certain way opened and closed the menu. “Huh. Neat.” Sean was beginning to feel awfully suspicious about this dream. He ran a few steps. It was easy, not at all sluggish like in most dreams. He noticed a man and a woman talking, not far away. He set off towards them at a full sprint, easily running through the field. “Hey Ginger kid, mind if I punch you? K thanks!” he yelled out, and clocked the red haired man across the jaw. Again, so easy, not like punching underwater or anything. This wasn’t a dream.

“Well shit.”

Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

Working on a post. @Denny, would you mind using a different colour for your dialogue? That shade of read is really hard to read.

The Fires of Anuria(Reboot)

I'll probably respond with the boarding tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.

@Legion02

There's no delay, you're posting at a perfectly reasonable speed. Void and I are just a little over-active XD

The Fires of Anuria(Reboot)

@VoiD Working on a response, but I think I'll wait for at least one of my other active conflicts to respond before I post.

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So, of the 16 characters in the CS tab, how many are actually still active?