POOHEAD189

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil shifted gear in the mech, 'holstering' its weapons so to say and unhinging its claws to enable better grip on the debris he was moving. The mechanics of the machine was half motion, half toggle. It was tiring work for the pilot as well as the machine, but Neil was making good time. He tossed over a half ton rock, only to reveal the statue of a scantily clad Xenos that he assumed was female. He picked it up and tossed it over his shoulder, rummaging around as Sven watched from above, as still as a statue himself.

Saxon had disappeared. Though Neil knew he wasn't far. He had either decided to keep himself hidden in an alley akin to his predatory instincts, or he had fixed his cloaking device, which meant he could be anywhere and unseen by the naked eye as long as you weren't looking for him. Well Neil felt less exposed in this mech, and Saxon needed what he was digging up, or at least a cut of it. Neil shook his head. How did they end up scoring 40 million credits to not even scoring 10 and being hunting by the most powerful gang this side of the planet?

Well, mostly it was his past mistakes coming back to haunt him. But still, they could have come back at a better time, goddammit. He wondered what deep-space Gods he had offended to have this happen. Deep down he realized the shittiest part of all of this was ruining things for Sayeeda and the team. His hopes would lift somewhat when he saw something he always loved to see. Something shiny. "Hello there..." he said, pulling a few ferocrete chunks out of the way to reveal a third of the Aestomibium. He lifted it up and admired the indescribable precious metal for a few instances and then placed it inside the compartment of the mech. It gave speed to his search, and soon he found the other two thirds still attached together.

"I have it." he said over the comm.

Junebug would see people at the outskirts of the area, whispering to one another and loitering. Aliens and humans alike looked. Most were merely curious onlookers. They could understand people rummaging for scraps. Though this group was far more unique than usual junkers. "Gun barrel, 48 degrees to the left." Sven said in the comms for all to hear, though it was clearly meant for Junebug. She would see a glint in the crowd and a one eyed green Alien pointing a gun at Neil. A large caliber gun called an EMR meant to silence mechs.

Meanwhile, Taya did her best to fly the Highlander back around and complete her spin, trying to keep the thrusters low. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the alarm go off at the right of the console. Somehow she had been spotted on radar somewhere. But that was impossible, wasn't it?

"Captain, we have a problem." Taya said, anxiousness in her voice. "I might need to do, eh, evasive maneuvers soon..."
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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Fetzen Thanks buddy! I do feel better atm. Glad to have you up to post :)

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"I'll put in the algorithms, you just need to direct them at the right time." Neil said to Taya, giving her a wink. She didn't seem entirely assured, but she had been piloting more than usual. Neil could tell she was getting the hang of it.

"I shall drop with you." Saxon declared, and turned to Neil. "Equipment?" he demanded. Neil knew what he wanted. The Xenos wished to repair his armor. Sayeeda seemed a bit skeptical that he wanted to drop with the mech. Neil knew he was stubborn enough and durable enough to do it, and that his wounds were already somewhat healed. The bullet wounds he had received would be scabbed over shortly after having spit the bullets out. He could survive most anything as long as he wasn't too riddled with projectiles or wasn't hit in a vital spot.

"I'll show you the way." Neil replied, giving faux excitement to the prospect.

Within the hour, Neil had risen the Highlander out of the hanger and into low orbit. By now the word would be out that the contingent of men Gnorlaac had sent had been decimated, but it would take some time to get out orbital sensors and to place any effective radar. The Bar they had met at, where the treasure was, was also not Gnorlaac's main stronghold and wasn't the main focus on defense.

Taya took the helm and Neil went into the cargo bay where the MH-350 was held, just beside the Hauler Neil had 'requisitioned' for himself those months ago. Junebug was helping Neil into the mech, helping him with the safety straps. He would need it to survive the drop in one piece. He expected her to give him good luck.

"When this is over, you have a lot of explaining to do." She said, yanking the strap hard and causing him to lose the breathe in his lungs. He coughed. "Yeah, I realize."
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The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Ready for duty, *sir*

The All Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@ReedeThe23rd You are more than welcome! We shall probably be getting going in the next day or so (you alright with that, @POOHEAD189?) So yeah, welcome aboard.

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Incorrigible - A 'Dark Elves' Roleplay

I suggest we play two rival houses in the D&D model of Menzoberranzan and we vie for power.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The group found themselves passing a veritable wall of brush and into a forest pathway proper. Alice,, Argon, Ann-Hasst, and Nicademus strode in their manner. Calanon had answered Nicademus' question with a smile. "I'll scout out ahead. Stay together and move cautiously. I'll come back and give reports." And he did exactly that. The group moved with a will, alert and crisp. Luckily Alice's song did not seem to penetrate the treeline, though it was an unlucky implication. The forest grew so thick that it was hard to see past the next few trees, or see the sun in its entirety.

Calanon atop Brogach came by to report the fore terrain for the next half mile thrice during the day. He spoke of a few strange beasts that roamed through the brush, but none that seemed dangerous and all as skittish as a stray dog. However, he nor they saw any sign of Dark Elves or the like, nor did Alice feel the aura of any dread Dorcha magics in the vicinity. Argon as well only stopped to smell at animals that had gone by. Nothing human or human-like had been in the area for a week, if not longer. And they were more likely villagers from the town Nicademus had been at that had gone patrolling or hunting.

As they continued to walk, it would seem that up ahead, Calanon and Brogach were coming back sooner than usual. The knickering of Brogach was audible, as was the stamping of hooves. The heavily leafed branches opened up to reveal something the group did not expect however. A huge creature, hoofed like Brogach but twice his size. A bull-like creature with three horns, the center one upon its snout. The tail was reptilian in nature, and spiked like a flail. It reared upon its hind legs, and then stampeded into the center of the group.

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Meanwhile, Beren and Geradin had noticed the man rushing past Aeryn and making it to Settione and harshly whispering to priest. The two stood up to their full heights (Geradin doing his best) to listen, and they caught enough of the request to give each other looks. Geradin groaned for a moment, then sighed and crawled out of the ditch. "Think ye can handle the rest of the work, lad?" Geradin asked. Beren laughed and waved him off. "Easy, I'll get it done. You go on."

Settionne was led down two dirt streets, past a few curious onlookers. Men fixing houses and women carrying baskets of food and supplies, etc. By the time he made it to the cottage near the center of the village, he found Ursaren inside and the woman already propped up on the mattress, ready to deliver. Of course she still had a ways to go by the looks of it. Ursaren had been with her and her husband for awhile at this point, and behind Settione Geradin walked into the hut as well.

"Who are you?" The husband asked.

"A priest ye dolt."

"So...so is he?" The Husband said, pointing to Settione. The wife suddenly cried. "The more the MERRIER!" as Ursaren told her to push. That was all the group needed to get to work. Within the hour, as Ursaren delivered the baby and Geradin intoned his Gods to ease the woman's pain and bless the child, it was Settionne's turn to perform a blessing upon the newborn.

"After this, let's get drinks." Geradin said.

Outside, Beren had began to work again. Beads of sweat dripped down his sculpted back as he moved pounds and pounds of earth to give the town a better barrier beside the palisade. As he worked, he glanced at Aeryn who looked at his muscled form between her fingers. But then she poised herself, and asked how she could help. He stopped for a moment and wiped his brow. He noticed her crossbow, but decided to be coy for a second. He crossed his muscled arms across his chest as he thought.

"Wait, I got it." he replied with a grin. He tucked a hand of his behind his back and produced a hunting knife, its hilt made of horn. He tossed it to Aeryn casually, and nodded over to a pile of thinned logs. "Could you wittle the ends of those down to make points? We need to add some more spikes to the palisade."

She'd be able to work next to Beren and speak with him if she wished.
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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic never did well acting the part of a noble, at least how he saw it. He was a bit too ruddy and rough looking, even in this pompous dress. Still, he'd had to guard enough aristocrats to know their general manner of speech. It was when Camilla began to brag about him in front of them that he nearly lost his composure. "I'm surprised you're focused on him, Gabriella." Cyrdic said. "I heard he has a beautiful woman who he chased after...it wasn't for her beauty though."

Cyrdic turned to smile at Camilla, looking into her eyes. "He was in love."

"Sounds like a droll melodrama." Elise scoffed, and Adolf laughed with an arrogance that would make the Elder races in the room envious. It was fortunate, because the look 'Richter' and 'Gabriella' gave one another spoke volumes. Luckily they composed themselves quickly. "Yes, it was uh, bloody business nonetheless." Cyrdic continued. "But the Chaos filth were pushed back, just as they will be here."

"Very well spoken." Adolf commented if only to be polite. "Duke Henrik has faced such odds before, as well. I've never met a man as severe as that. Save for maybe his new regent. A cousin of his I've heard."

"Oh, Rishnekov is simply a darling, I think." Elise said, giving the first genuine look of...appeal? Happiness? Cyrdic couldn't guess. He had even heard a giggle. "A fine man if nothing else. From what I've seen he's done quite well here. Too bad he's absent tonight."

Cyrdic raised an eyebrow. "He's not here? Wouldn't the Vice Regent be at the Duke's Ball?"

"Private business, I heard." Adolf said, and the following pause had Cyrdic wanting to ask what sort of business until...

"Wait no..." Elise said, blinking as she turned around to look at the Duke. "He is here. Oh he simply glides in doesn't he?"

Standing beside the Duke was a tall man. A man that had not been there before. With a mane of dark hair, and a suit of fine wool and bears fur, colored in crimson and purple with the sign of Ursun. He spoke in the Duke's ear as a few of the other Baron's sang a song they had obviously been raised to know by heart. It was then that a scent wafted in the air. A refreshing scent that was akin to the spray of the sea.

Dietrichia, escorted by the Elves (or perhaps the other way around) approached the four humans, poised and clean in a way that had to be magical, even compared to the finery and extravagant nobility that lingered in the great hall. "Ah, herr Richter, there you are." Dietrichia said, placing a hand on Cyrdic's shoulder. "Have you met the Duke?" she asked.
@Penny

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

The mech slammed through the ferocrete wall with enough force to send the dense chunks of material flying out of the open hanger doors. The hydraulics and pistons connecting the MH-350 were far better than the pilot had expected. Neil was a good mechanic. Some might even say he was an exceptional one. But even he was impressed with the work Sven had done on the machine. The mech spun, planting its feet into the ferocrete of the floor like a spike to halt its momentum, and suddenly he found himself facing the wall he had just ripped through.

Liquid flame and bullets tore into the gap, and a cacophony of death and screams followed as Neil elimenated or scared off the last of the gang members. The whole thing was fun, but it had left a sour taste in his mouth. He wasn't a fan of slaughter. But he didn't know how else to describe what just occurred. Without any real armor piercing or anti-tank weaponry on the gangers, and without optics, Neil had practically been invulnerable. The only thing he had needed to watch out for were the occasional grenade or point-blank shotgun, and even then they were few and far between and the gang members needed to be in the right position for it to effect Neil in the slightest.

Once the flames and bullets had stopped, the MH-350 suddenly settled down, curling into a crouch before the monitor of the Highlander. The equilateral polygon of metal that shaped the top of the mech's torso opened up to reveal Neil, steam hissing around him as he stepped out of the machine. Behind him, Sven stepped out of the gap. His mechanical left hand held the neck of a limp corpse, dragging the body in a way that was somehow both menacing and casual. Neil saw the cadaver and stuck out his tongue in disgust, realizing the poor fool had probably lost his life due to slow suffocation.

The bay door of the Highlander opened, with Taya stepping out to rush over to Neil, only to stop before she even touched the hanger floor at the sight of Sven, not to mention the corpse. She had been disturbed by him earlier. His dead eyes and his wild, barbarian look made her skin crawl.

"My droids have reported the wreckage has not been disturbed yet. If we are to get the Aestominubum, we need to hurry. Our chances of retrieving the treasure fall every second we delay." Sven said to Neil, though his eyes remained fixed on Taya and Sayeeda at the bay door. "That uh..." Neil began loudly, then whispered harshly to Sven. "You know you could have waited for me break the news we'll share the treasure with you."

A growl emanated from within the next room, and Saxon stepped through. It gave everyone a scope of just how powerful the Hexanagallion was, for he was nearly as large as the MH-350 he now stood beside. Neil had the same reaction to Saxon that Taya had with Sven. He should have known that it would be on the filthiest planet imaginable that his past would come back to haunt him twice over.

Neil sighed. "Well now that we're all here..."
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