Plank Sinatra

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

sangue is my life

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

"Ayyyoooo! How's it hangin', Jumpercables? You all alive down here?"

The unmistakably friendly, casual voice no doubt set a few of the survivors on edge, especially when an unfamiliar dark-skinned girl rolled in the room wearing only a sports bra, sunglasses, and a coquettish grin from the waist up. The grin faltered only slightly when she saw the unconscious girl Luke and Cian were keeping aloft. That must be the Priscilla chick everyone was talking about. Some help, Lauren thought wryly, not for the first time that day, but saying so right now was probably insensitive. Not missing a beat, Lauren carefully lifted Priscilla away from the two other Huntsmen and put the girl over her own shoulder. While in close proximity, she took the opportunity to wrap an arm around Luke's neck and squeeze.

"Heya, kiddo," she said affectionately, ruffling the younger student's kinky black hair with her knuckles before looking up to the congregation JCL was at the head of.

She thought of asking Jack if he'd heard from her own captain. The fact that the monster - whatever the hell kinda Grimm it was - was still stampeding around the roof and sending tremors through the facility meant that something was distracting it from actually ripping the roof off the building and snacking on them individually - and if the big motherfucker on the roof was anything like the car stealing motherfucker in the basement, there was only one boy who could ever even remotely hold its attention.

Fuckin' Cap.

Lauren grinned.

That boy knew how to get her wallahi juices flowing, boy. She knew there was something she'd liked about him. Ever since he had given her ass the ol' Zeus grip in front of everyone at combat class to avoid throwing a fight. Any guy with that kind of sack could hold his own long enough for them to get the non-fighters outta Dodge.

"Sangue is on the ground floor, near where we found the kinky guy at the entrance and the maps. We found a couple survivors, and they stuck with her while I came down to look for you guys and some power. What'd I hear someone saying about the generator?"

As the plan was explained to her, though, Lauren's face finally began to lose the plucky demeanor it was known for, turning into a look of mild confusion by the end of the plan as Jack explained where he was off to.

"You...were gonna go and power the generator alone? What if you got jumped? And what if," and here Lauren gestured to Cian and Luke, "these guys got jumped? They were both working on carrying Priscilla. Look, I have an idea. You lead the survivors to the elevator, and I'll take Cian and Luke to the generator room. Sangue's still up there with a big battery and a dumbwaiter, so if I stream a few seconds of video footage with the dumbwaiter and the generator, she'll get the picture and start sending it down. That'll take a minute or two, but in the meantime, we can jury rig something to conduct electricity into the generator. You and I can take the survivors up in the elevator and get them out of here, Cian and Luke stay behind to install the battery, just like before, and then when the generator's got a battery they can follow us upstairs. We'll send someone inside to grab Sangue and then all we have to worry about--"

--another tremor rattled the building; a few survivors quaked--

"--is Cap and the hooker!" Lauren finished brightly. "All we need is a temporary power source. Anyone got, like, a sack of potatoes? Citrus? Daddy once told me...no, no, that wouldn't work..."

Then she stopped, eyes wide, looking as though she herself had been electrocuted.

Daddy once told me to be careful when messing with electricity. It'll kill us just as quick as it can make our lives easier, he said. The human body...

"...is the world's quickest conductor," she finished in a whisper. She thought hard for a second - and, slowly, the manic grin returned.

"Lucas," she said, tightening her embrace around the kid's throat, "I think it's time for you to shine."

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<Snipped quote by Plank Sinatra>

I'm a little confused by the structure of your question, but in regards to the generator mentioned before, I implied that the hunters had seen a huge battery-like power cell lying on the floor of the first room they came in. There was also a dumbwaiter-esque device in the generator room that could be used to transport it across floors because trying to haul it downstairs might be troublesome. However, if someone has access to a heck of a lot of electricity, I'm sure the system could be powered on somehow.

@Lugubrious

...whoops, yeah, realized I left a couple words out there. Probably shouldn't be typing this on the fly while eating breakfast.

Alright, that answer actually means either of the methods our teams discussed could work. Thanks breh.

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Should be able to get a post done linking the rest of BASL to JCL today. There's just one question that's been holding up my post:

<Snipped quote by Lucius Cypher>

Perhaps some of us could take some work off your back?

@Lugubrious

In one of the reaaaaaaally, really fucking early Brewing Storm posts, after the teams split up, it was mentioned in one of the JCL updates that there was no fuel for the generators lying around that they could see. Would it be to improvise a power source for them that doesn't involve gas - say, shittons of electricity?

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What's up, folks? I regret that I've lost myself a bit on various mission statuses. Several of the missions are complete now, I think. Which ones besides Brewing Storm are left?

@Lugubrious

Apart from Brewing Storm, I think it's just RGTS, KESS, and KNVS with missions still in play.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Hiwatari Rei: Have You Lost Track of Who's Playing? Yeah, So Have I.

"Shuuusssh. You heard the new kid, we shouldn't argue in front of the kids. What are they going to think if big sis is constantly picking fights with the adults."

Of course, just between you and me, that's what I appreciated about the kid. She was dependable, dependable in the sense that I could always count on her passive aggressive attacks against me. Although I must say the trap was beginning to grow on me, he understood where I was coming from. Plus apparently he was a jungle boy which meant he was bound to have a badass war cry.

Who didn't appreciate a good war cry.

Now what I still didn't quite understand was how the blind one managed to wave at me. I'm sure the answer was part of some heart felt bonding session the others had probably engaged by now, but I had no clue at the present moment in time. Best I could do I for now was wave back.

"You know," I replied, as I quite literally flipped myself out of the tree branch and onto my feet, "I second the, uh-- I don't have nickname for you yet. Regardless, I'm in agreement. How about I go help jungle boy cook something up. After all, I can't let Cyare near the kitc--er fire pit."

@Onarax

@Krayzikk @Caasicam

Angel Ferrara - Traps Everywhere

"I'd appreciate the help," Angel said with a polite smile, looking away from Kaia towards the pair of mages they'd tagged along with. "Between my trapping and your speed, we shouldn't have any problem with catching dinner. Cooking it'll be a breeze after that. But right now--"

--Ferrara reached into the bag he was toting over one shoulder and pulled out a pear and a knife--

"--it might be best to move on. We still have some fruit, we can eat light as we go. Plus it's really tasty." In two quick wrist motions, the trap had flipped open his knife, cut off a thin slice of fruit, and speared it on the blade. Angel placed the blade carelessly between his teeth - then yanked it out of his grin just as fast, leaving the pear on his tongue.

"Mmmmmm..." he hummed softly after he had chewed and swallowed. "Really juicy! I'll cut the rest of this up during the walk if you guys want."

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Joan of Arc

Go with God! Father Joan!

Name: Father Joan Heidenreich, OSDT Chaplain

Age: 26

Gender: Female

???: Y

Skills: Skilled pilot and capable enough mechanic, public oration, soothing spirits, quiet hymnals, photographic knowledge of relevant Scripture, Saturday morning cartoons.

Appearance: Standing at five and a half feet even and thin, the chaplain tends towards a naturally lithe, willowy figure. It's made easier to notice by her priest's robes, which are somewhat tighter than an average frock, and her standard-issue military uniform. Her rosary tends to hang from her slim neck no matter what outfit she wears, the polish blending into her dark skin. A pair of startlingly green eyes and stark white hair offset her natural skin tone, and the gentle smile she often wears is more than bright enough despite how faint it usually is. Off-duty or on Earth, she will often default to distinctly unholy sundresses (even daring to show her knees off) or casual blue jeans.

Personality: Even for a priest, Joan is atypically gentle and polite. In fact, it is difficult to even determine why such a beatific soul would want to be attached to a squadron of HFVs in the first place. In truth, it is both the excitement of the profession itself and her concern for those who thrive off that excitement - her understanding of the thrill of jockeying is most of what drives her to act as spiritual and psychological counsel for those on board Jannah. For those seeking something besides a sermon or advice, Joan is also surprisingly willing to get up to mild, good-natured mischief, which she explains away serenely as trying to bring a sense of levity to those few who choose to live in the moment.

Biography: For the first half of her life, the clergy was about as far away from Father Joan's long-term plans as you could get. Joan grew up with a passion for literature, whiling away her days reading voraciously and imagining lush fantasy lands and what lay in the farthest reaches of space. Growing up on Earth in an age of space colonies and evidence of extraterrestrials only kindled the fire of adventure in the young Earthling growing up, and she had no time to debate theology or dole out advice when there was adventure to be had.

Then, at the age of fourteen, Joan was in an enormous car wreck along with her parents and three older siblings. Though only her parents were wearing seat belts at the time, all four children nonetheless escaped the family van with more than moderate injuries. In the hospital, Joan was baptized, and told repeatedly that the family's good condition was nothing short of a miracle - an act of God. Never being particularly religious, or having much idea of what religion pertained to besides the pieces that had seeped into popular culture or modern idioms, Joan was now possessed with a childlike belief in miracles. Her path in life diverted as such, and upon graduation she went to school for philosophy and began a path to the clergy.

Upon leaving the seminary a year ago, Joan requested what must have seemed a bizarre choice for one who so nearly had her life taken by machinery as a child - the OSDT, where she was posted upon the spaceship Jannah to serve as a support pilot and adviser to the crew. In truth, she sees a little of herself in those who deign to pilot such dangerous vehicles, and seeks to give them the same peace of mind that the Father feels daily, and seeks to stave off any feelings of despair or loneliness with all her might.

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Accessing “Paper Tiger”...

Model: XC|PT-003 "Judah"

Specialty: Prototype-Run Quadrupedal Testbed HFV

History: (See File: “Project Overview” located in 001)

Appearance:

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Quadrupedal Mode - 12.8 meters
Bipedal Mode - 19.1 meters

Features: Quadrupedal Form - The PT-003 is unique among most HFVs in production (save a smattering of Martian prototypes in lesser stages of development) in that it does not shift into another vehicle, but into a quadrupedal form in the shape of a lion, designed for reconnaissance and easy maneuvering. This allows the PT-003 to serve in multiple capacities when on four legs - the most prevalent of which are a lightweight mobile assault role or its originally intended role as a scout.

Special Comm Systems - Not a remarkable feature, but still one worth mentioning, Judah has a specialized communication system to allow for further encrypted communication with other HFVs from the XC|PT series. In addition to encrypted communication, the system allows for ease in transferring data between units as well as GPS position relaying.

Armaments: 460mm High Velocity Railguns x2: Mounted on hardpoints on Judah's back in quadrupedal configuration. When bipedal, a railgun is positioned over each shoulder.

400mm Rocket Launcher x1: Comes chambered with thirteen rounds, able to be stored on a hardpoint on the suit's back in quadrupedal form. This weapon is mostly used in quadrupedal form, as Judah's hands wield beam sabers and the railguns are mounted upon each shoulder in its bipedal configuration - obviously, making use of an extra rocket launcher difficult.

Beam Sabers x2: Stored in the mouth of the PT-003's cranial unit when in quadrupedal configuration, the lack of holsters on Judah requires both sabers to be wielded by hand when in bipedal configuration.

80mm Auto-Tracking Head Vulcans x2: Oldie but goodie.

Weaknesses: Despite its considerable array of firepower, the PT-003 itself is a relatively light suit designed for quick but heavy strikes and offensive capability. The HFV has little in the way of defensive capability beyond mounting a good offense.

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