PrinceAlexus

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

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What do you mean “sounds good”? You ever seen a tank disappear in a rice paddy?

@Massasauga

Then your updgraded to the submarine service lol.

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

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Well, we have a whole world to play with! So I intend to keep things varied as we move from adventure to adventure. Also that way, everyone gets a chance to excel at something or do something different as we move along. But you'll be starting off in Central Asia; mountainous with a lot of valleys and flood plains.

@Rhona W

Sounds good. :)

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

@Rhona W

Done. :)

The 60 ton SPG Crew calling for them to check up bridge aa every lighter unit rushes ahead.

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

Ironhide SPG crew.

Crew Position: Commander.
Name: Vladimir Brudziński “Anakin”
Age: 42
Gender/Sex: M/M
Appearance: Average height, fairly handsome but has a scar on face from shrapnel during a live fire gone wrong. Bright blue eyes, dark hair with signs of salt and a beard most of the time. Glasses needed for reading.
Nationality: Polish
Personal Outlook:
Lives up to the stereotypes, stoic as a granite boulder but loyal to his crew especially those who have been harmed.

History:
Born in Poland.
Enlisted at 18 to escape a father who was abusive.
Served in Polish armed forces until left because of an incident over one of his men abusing their wife. Escaped charges but had to retire.
Was a Police Officer in Haven fall.
Joined the private military as too many bad memories and wanted a fresh start.

Personal Weapons: Ak47U, Makarov pistol, crow bar..

Crew Position: Driver.
Name: Floki Borgson. “Nord”
Age: 25
Gender/Sex: FtM
Appearance: Small, short haired with dark eyes, blonde hair and multiple tattoos in sea themed designs. Wears a old ww2 US army tankers jacket as smaller size fits better.
Nationality: Swedish
Personal Outlook: Quiet, tries to stay out of trouble and sticks with his crew mostly. However, very vocal over engine maintenance and making sure they do not run out of coffee. Trouble still likes to find him.
History: Lost Family to the fall.
Was taken in by friends of the family.
Eventually joined PMC to escape debts after a business venture failed and to stand a chance at repayment.

Personal Weapons: MP5, Glock 17 in 9mm.

Crew Position: Loader.
Name: Valentina Los Andes. “Xena”
Age: 26
Gender/Sex: F/F
Appearance: By her nickname she is rather Amazonan, tall, muscular and just shy of 6 feet. Several scars and tattoos. Ginger hair kept short to not tangle in machinery.
Nationality: American
Personal Outlook: a Calm, cool under pressure and generally relaxed even around tons of high explosives. Good Friends with Floki and bailed each other out in the odd bar fight.
History:
The USA Took a fair while to recover, even then things are not the same.

Lack of work she enlisted with a PMC as the pay looked good, she was strong and took any job that would get her out of her home city.

Personal Weapons: M14 Paratropper, Browning power, hand axe.

Crew Position: Gunner.
Name: John Mc Cambell “Soup”
Age: 30
Gender/Sex: M/M
Appearance: Tanks Gunner, has a permanently well groomed moustache, dark eyes, is a little chubby but its all muscle and has a round face and average height. Nationality: Canada.
Personal Outlook:

Annoyingly Canadian by some, cheerful, polite and generally easy going. Until one of his crew is harmed then it's time to politely deliver the message with a lot of Violence.
History:
Escaped the worst of it, Canada Faired ok in the fall and was a former Gunner In Canadian armed forces.

Became a PMC Soldier to fund the expensive medical bills for his daughter's care.

Keeps quiet but was commended for valor in combat twice in Mexico Cartel wars.

Personal Weapons:
12 gauge shotgun, Benelli M4. extended magazine 1911.

Ironhide. SPG. TANK.

Name: PZH2000 “Ironhide”
Type/Role: I.E. SPG
Reference Link: en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panzerhaubitz…
Modifications/Upgrades:

• - M230 30mm chain gun mounted in an automatic mount for close in defense.
  Hedgehog rubber armour.
  Upgraded engine and power supply. British Army boiling vessel and a microwave.
  smoke grenade launchers.
  Small supply of 155mm AP rounds.
  Also if static can activate an Electronic Warfare defensive suite.
  Can fire laser guided, Rocket assisted, Basebleed and other 155mm specialist ammunition as needed.
  
  Currently running one short on the crew.
  
  One downside is the SPG with extra armour and systems is over 60 tons and on heavier end for the company.

Colour Scheme:

Painted in green and browns, digital pattern. Has Multiple auto bot sigils painted on the hull, the tanks name down the barrel and text on turret. “Free 155mm.”

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

Tank Crew Sheet

Crew Position: Commander.
Name: Vladimir Brudziński “Anakin”
Age: 42
Gender/Sex: M/M
Appearance: Average height, fairly handsome but has a scar on face from shrapnel during a live fire gone wrong. Bright blue eyes, dark hair with signs of salt and a beard most of the time. Glasses needed for reading.
Nationality: Polish
Personal Outlook: a short, brief
Lives up to the stereotypes, stoic as a granite boulder but loyal to his crew especially those who have been harmed.

History: a short,

Born in Poland.
Enlisted at 18 to escape a father who was abusive.
Served in Polish armed forces until left because of an incident over one of his men abusing their wife. Escaped charges but had to retire.
Was a Police Officer in Haven fall.
Joined the private military as too many bad memories and wanted a fresh start.

Personal Weapons: Ak47U, Makarov pistol, crow bar..

Crew Position: Driver.
Name: Floki Borgson. “Nord”
Age: 25
Gender/Sex: FtM
Appearance: Small, short haired with dark eyes, blonde hair and multiple tattoos in sea themed designs. Wears a old ww2 US army tankers jacket as smaller size fits better.
Nationality: Swedish
Personal Outlook: a short, brief Quiet, tries to stay out of trouble and sticks with his crew mostly. However, very vocal over engine maintenance and making sure they do not run out of coffee. Trouble still likes to find him.
History: a short, Lost Family to the fall.
Was taken in by friends of the family.
Eventually joined PMC to escape debts after a business venture failed and to stand a chance at repayment.

Personal Weapons: MP5, Glock 17 in 9mm.

Crew Position: Loader.
Name: Valentina Los Andes. “Xena”
Age: 26
Gender/Sex: F/F
Appearance: By her nickname she is rather Amazonan, tall, muscular and just shy of 6 feet. Several scars and tattoos. Ginger hair kept short to not tangle in machinery. Nationality: American
Personal Outlook: a short, brief Calm, cool under pressure and generally relaxed even around tons of high explosives. Good Friends with Floki and bailed each other out in the odd bar fight.
History: a short,
The USA Took a fair while to recover, even then things are not the same.

Lack of work she enlisted with a PMC as the pay looked good, she was strong and took any job that would get her out of her home city.

Personal Weapons: M14 Paratropper, Browning power, hand axe.

Crew Position: Gunner.
Name: John Mc Cambell “Soup”
Age: 30
Gender/Sex: M/M
Appearance: Tanks Gunner, has a permanently well groomed moustache, dark eyes, is a little chubby but its all muscle and has a round face and average height. Nationality: Canada.
Personal Outlook: a short, brief

Annoyingly Canadian by some, cheerful, polite and generally easy going. Until one of his crew is harmed then it's time to politely deliver the message with a lot of Violence.
History: a short,

Escaped the worst of it, Canada Faired ok in the fall and was a former Gunner In Canadian armed forces.

Became a PMC Soldier to fund the expensive medical bills for his daughter's care.

Keeps quiet but was commended for valor in combat twice in Mexico Cartel wars.

Personal Weapons:
12 gauge shotgun, Benelli M4. extended magazine 1911.

Vehicle Sheet

Name: PZH2000 “Ironhide”
Type/Role: I.E. SPG
Reference Link: en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panzerhaubitz…
Modifications/Upgrades:

• - M230 30mm chain gun mounted in an automatic mount for close in defense.
  Hedgehog rubber armour.
  Upgraded engine and power supply. British Army boiling vessel and a microwave.
  smoke grenade launchers.
  Small supply of 155mm AP rounds.
  Also if static can activate an Electronic Warfare defensive suite.
  Can fire laser guided, Rocket assisted, Basebleed and other 155mm specialist ammunition as needed.
  
  Currently running one short on the crew.

Colour Scheme:

Painted in green and browns, digital pattern. Has Multiple auto bot sigils painted on the hull, the tanks name down the barrel and text on turret. “Free 155mm.”

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

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35mm goes chonk-chonk-chonk

And it comes with a free smiley-face

@Foster

If I wnated to get declined. US Marine octos but swap the recoils for 8 Davey docket nuclear models lol.

And have a bog red button to fire them all at once as a upgrade.

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

Maybe a m109 or a Panzer Geppard... the 35mm AA tank.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Lord and Lady Coswain

Gate House Life.

Door Dash lol

“Who the fuck was that new guy?” One of the Lunarian guards wiped his sweat off, the older soldier had enough rank he waited for him to vanish into the armoury first, old but fast and their squad leader had gone all out against the newcomer.

“Oh, wait. I reckon I saw him at the Palace when I had gate duty for a short time.” The other scratched his head and put helmet atop a barrel thinking and deciding he might need to tidy his beard up. “Yeah, Not many blades like that.” He said recalling the place they came from was lost to the blight.

“Damn, makes sense… This place is getting busy, used to be…nobody, now we got Lords and more turning up” He said thinking back, the town was growing fast and their work was growing a lot busier It seemed as more arrivals made way to the gates in need of shelter, opportunity it just Blightborn with no place to go. He had seen multiple charters about, even as business owners and taking Leadership positions.

“Least we not saps who got jail duty.” He laughed as they stood to stop by and get some rations. Stopping by the Eye was not possible today as they had been on duty later.

“True, come on I'm hungry” One guard got up and headed with his comrade to get a meal, the rational stew was not Sya's but it was good enough. Hot, and had meat in it.

…

“Good as we can do short notice my lord, we patched it up in the short term, long term I will rebuild part of it but will hold. The Armourer inspected the damaged breastplate with its repair, not his best and greatest work but it would suffice and protect a lot better than a hole.

“Thankyou, best I can ask for.” Lord Coswain knew he would have to make allowances and Hector might be able to improve it some more but at least it was repaired. “For your troubles.” He gave the man a coin for his trouble, not needed but it never hurt to keep the armourer sweet.

“Il Try to get some stuff in, it's hard with supplies being snowed in.” He said, the weather hard turned lately and it would harder and slower to deliver goods.

…

Heading out Coswain strapped his repaired breastplate in place, the visual mark of the battle with the blight beast clear.

“Movement at the road” came a call from someone running a message and Coswain decided to head to the main gate, it was rather more alert and careful than before, people looking for a killer more than an inspection of goods and people. Things had gotten a lot more dangerous. Everyone had hoped they were safe, hoped they had some kind of safety and could live normally…sadly not.

He made his way to the main gates and the road, if no one else was going to he missed it fell to him regardless of his unsure status among the town's guard ranks… This place it seemed you just stepped up and did what you could.

The gates tall and made of timber were solid, even a bit rough and ready due to the speed they were erected and people had not the time or inclination to further refine them with the little details yet. But solid would suffice for now. “One of you, fetch someone, anyone who normally clears newcomers.” He ordered the guard, unsure of the procedure he ordered guard to get someone who did.

“Stranger, who goes there. You in the cloak. Give Thy name and approach the gate light.” Lord Coswain called out from the upper battlements, neither hostile or kind, just a demand to present oneself and to try and judge the newcomer. “What Brings you to Dawn Haven? Need answers before we let you in.” He asked and kept able to duck behind the cover if someone made a move to throw weapons, send arrows or to charge their powers.

You never could be too careful?

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@TimelessParagon@The Muse

Shattered Steel - Armoured Fist. An RP about modern armoured vehicles in an alternate world- ON HIATUS

Hmm. Interesting

Empire of the Clouds

The old Captain had been needing a rather hefty whiskey when he finally found the cabin he had thrown all his stuff into when they started the trip, an adventure he felt far too old for but he had no plan at the start. He was alive… that was more than if he remained behind for the reds to capture him.

It took him several glasses to find some sleep once they had started to travel over the open greenery, the valleys and so had opened out into the large plains and the far larger expanse of territory that ran into Monktree. This was lands the older Diplomat had never ventured, lands allied to the country they had fled but tons of gold aboard a lightly defended airship would really test any ideas of friendship and such polite conventions of ownership.

He had slept in, the stress of the previous battle and everything going on had been a lot for an old sailor come diplomat now it seemed.. airman? Was he an air captain of some sort?

Time had flown as he looked out the window to see the changes, terrain he fell asleep too where now utterly changed. Green ran for many miles as the rest one could really see a line of open ground that ran for miles in a straight line that ran into the horizon. The faint even distant gleam told it might have metal and other structural items along it. It was likely a main line of some kind.

…

“Urgh . “ He grabbed his revolver and holstered it, checking the bullets and making sure the weapon was safe along with a concealed knife. Uniform straight as it came he stepped out the cabin with a look to find the canteen for food, coffee and breakfast.

The old details in the commercial ships former dining area, it was painted roughly and converted, the luxury was muted but you could see the old glamour. Mid Way through his coffee after eating a bowl of porridge he saw smoke …something going on down below?

Finding a speaking tube that had been wired in, the basic internal Phone system and chose bridge if it worked. “Captain Le, Mariner, Mess hall. I got sight on smoke to our port side. Not got optical on it, just eyeball details. Combat? Copy receipt bridge.?”

He reported it might be surplus to equipment but he had to call it in. They had to know what was going on and hopefully adapt to survive the next day.

…

He looked for a set of binoculars or so but could not see anything free or available right now. Something going on down there and that was probably bad…