Pathfinder

Adventures of Aldholt

I'll throw down my hat with you lot.

We Are the Crystal Gems

For some lifted spirits, here's Greg Universe singing "Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson.

We Are the Crystal Gems

Its not the best post but hey, I got something. Thank you guys for understanding my troubles and @Akayaofthemoon I hope whatever you are hurting through gets over soon.

We Are the Crystal Gems

Johnny took Gilles rejection smoothly, beer wasn't for everybody. Listening to Gilles talk for a bit, Johnny gave a small frown at the put down he gave to himself. "Born loser?", he thought to himself. It was one thing for Johnny to be sad but for someone to put themselves down for his benefit, that just didn't sit right for him. He was about to speak up when another voice joined in, asking for a light. He wasn't going to burn anothe one for awhile, why not? Taking one out of the small box, Johnny handed it over to the man, "Knock yourself out man."

His attention back on Gilles, Johnny stretched before continuing with his train of though from earlier. "Gilles was it? I appreciate the talk but don't put yourself down on my account, I just had recollect you know? It isn't everyday you almost die you know? Anyway, I have to go and meet up with some friends...see if they got through this ok. I'll see you around Gilles, I think I'll be staying around here longer than I thought I would."

Starfire

Krull had been awake for at least four hours now cleaning up his latest mess, a Quillback Boar. He had caught the creature in his free time a while back and it had now been fattened up enough to butcher. Not much was wasted or thrown away, only the skull, spine, and hooves for personal taste. The ribs were left alone while most of everything else was ground up, seasoned, and turned into sausages, even the blood. If it was one thing other than cannons these spacefarers had invented, herbs and spices were among the greatest. In the end Krull had harvested a little over thirty pounds of meat, all stocked inside his room.

To avoid any annoying confrontations, especially from that horse creature, Krull activated the sanitation bots that were so generously "gifted" to him soon after his living habits became known to the crew. Adjusting to life outside Galor had been a trying experience, these aliens were just so alien in a lot of respects. An example being the odd looks he got when he licked the blood off his blade or when he ate the human who really didn't want him on The Alamo, Anthony was it? Not important, they were just going to vent his corpse when the flesh was just as good as anything else around here. Either way Krull had found it easier to just roll with the cultural punches as it were, they could be as nonsensical as they wanted. With that the little robots finished scrubbing the blood off of him and began giving his room the same treatment, Krull himself holstering the cleaver and left towards the galley with tablet in hand.

Neat devices these tablets were, infinite amounts of information with a swipe of the claw. It was with this device he had learned of the different ways to prepare meats, like the sausages. With food in mind he turned around and returned to his room, grabbing a bone before cracking it in half easily with a single crunch. He always did like marrow. Returning to his original destination, Krull looked through the missions with a spark of excitment. The siege reminded him of home, how the weaker tribes would hide in their caves while he and his fellow warriors stormed their entrances. It was the only real option, with a press of a button it was done and Krull found himself in the galley. May others were already awake and instead of joining in on any conversations, Krull just found the nearest corner and sat there, idly chewing on the bone trapped between his jaws.

Starfire

This is what I got for now, I'm pretty tired so not everything will make sense...maybe. I dunno.

Starfire

Galorians

Galorians are a savage race of psychotic, warmongering cannibals... at least that's the general stereotype. Warmongers definitely, cannibals absolutely, but psychopaths? Incorrect. Galorians are self destructive survivors, so obsessed by war and battle that they killed every other creature on Galor. The cannibalism was a necessity for, as carnivores, when the only meat around is Galorian then Galorian you shall eat. Consequently this has given them a bad rep as savage and backwards when all you are seeing is the crust. Galorians are some of the best warriors you will find in the galaxy. They are strong, fast, and heal from wounds that will fell normal creatures instantly. In addition they have waged constant war against each other for thousands of years, becoming quite adept at it in the process. They also fallow a strict code of conduct that promotes respect allies and enemy alike, keeping in mind that we all lose to something in the end.

Their war mindedness keeps them from being great scientists as, if it can't be used to kill others then why bother? The same goes for conventional art. Instead they have refined their weapons down to perfection and the greatest art is in the kill, holding onto life before giving your power to something stronger, more worthy of it than you were. They see no shame in death for their soul will always live on in the strongest.

Starfire

Not yet, I may not get it done later today or sometime tomorrow. I'm gonna be really busy.

[Closed] In Tyra's Name

Made a slight edit, just some angst about having real emotions instead of being fake like a VI.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

From my understanding the mechs take a more realistic approach, I'm picturing the Titans from Titanfall. Would that be a close approximation?