PrinceAlexus

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren walked as part way through a pile of various items like oil, spare parts and industrial chemicals that looked suitable for the making of a hydroponics or keeping one working as she was stopped by a high vis wearing crew who looked to be smoking and generally not working but following the motions of it all. “Oi. What ya doing back here, and why are you taking our stuff, should you not be with the lab nerds.” The group came up waving hands, making noise and one had a pipe wrench.

Though Ren her power loader turning on one foot did make them least pause so she could talk, small victory. “We are planning to leave, get the ship working. Leave it for bugs, void or take it. I prefer taking it with us.” She said and kept the larger claw shielding her body, the second ready to respond.

“How do we know you're telling the truth, Northland made those monsters, the vids said so…” One who might not be the smartest of the bunch claimed. “Carl… What proof ya have.” One more reasonable one asked and lowered the wrench to his side, an overseer?

“None, bar my word, we have no official full crew, but it beats cooking alive or being eaten.” She said pretty fairly, they had no real permission but there was nobody left to ask.

“Sounds no worse than sitting and being boiled, fine missy knife ear. What ya after and how do we get on.. my crew know the cargo. We help, we get off this damn oven.” He gestured to the orange and so clad men and women.

“Anything of value long term, food, clothes, materials, booze, you name it. Fine, we need logistics people.” She said and relaxed her posture a bit in the exo suit.

“Least you can run an exo right, shank, get the tools, take a few guys. Vicky, grab a exo and help out, Draxlo and Gio too if they run. Load up bays.. you know, get to it.” He gave his orders roughly as he had challenged her, rough, ready but they seemed to be useful folk if nothing else, good either tools and cargo. “You better not be tricking me point ear, but if you're right, we help.” He said weighing his weapon with clear intent.

“Got it, cargo…” she said before being cut off.

“I know, cargo ramp, we haul it over to the cargo ramps near the port side.. Oi Jones, bust open customs. who gives a frak. If it fits, it fucking ships.” He said turning away without even a notice of his behaviour. Rough but they were helping… Ren grabbed an extra rate cursing the heat as she picked up what looked like a large box of old ration meals, 5000 units.

“Well that worked…” Ren said to herself as the heavy metal of her machine made loud clunks marching over to the gathered pile to be moved to the colony ship. Hopefully they were good with her getting a few others on hand who could help them get off this damn station.

Rations, a fusion welder, 200 self sealing hull patches, space corp shark plushies, because she really wanted one and damn the apocalypse for denying her. Pretty soon they had the start of a large pile of supplies from indulgent to practical and a surprising amount of rations, tasteless, boring but they would keep people alive.

“Hey. This is Ren.. Northland lady. Ship, can you clear us, we're gonna have some cargo coming inbound and Load crew.” She said into what she saw was the ship's comms band but was not sure if she went to the bridge or some other comms room on the ship.

“Now we wait…” She said to the grumpy man who seemed to have an emotional bond with his wrench. “I meant it”

“Good, This is station load team Gamma, mixed. Fuck marters, clear the damn cargo ramps, miss pointy ear elf lab corpo said ya wanted supplies. Unlock and interface with load station Delta 45." He shouted so he could be heard even though the suit with Ren above him.

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

Meanwhile I have the quest for a thr mini fridge.

Tech wide im pretty good but can be more comfortable

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

CS.

My Hider

Name

Retired Captain Sir Jonathan Le Mariner - Vilkas.
“Vlad Tepid”
Looking like the count, but Dracula would have been far too much of an honour, Vlad Tepid cemented after he screwed up a brew up in Norway.

Gender.
Male

Nationality.
British, mother fled cold war Romania.

Height

5'11 feet tall. Was 6’2 at 18 but.. military life is rough on your back.

Age. 43. Born 1971.

Role In Team.
Rifleman, sabotage and ungentlemanly warfare.

Appearance

Tall, dark haired into grey, cut short, sharp features , roman nose, and with a cold pair of eyes that dark grey. Wears glasses to read, and always carries tea. No tattoos. Built strongly but not flashy and leaner than he was when younger.

Taller as was but military life takes a rather toll on the body, not quite as fit and able as in his true prime but still capable of keeping up with even men and women younger than he is. Built more robustly but not overly muscular or showy, but solid and in good physical fitness for his age.

Has signs of injury that affects his legs until he got rehabilitation and marks remain but not the damage.

Dresses smartly in civilian wear where possible. Military wear is almost always the same set up if possible. Creature of habit.

Favours a rather sanitised uniform, no patches, no visible tattoo even if he had any, almost too boring to have been a regular soldier. Economical and unfussy.

My Hider

Bio

Born in ScotIsh highlands, his father had married a Romanian woman who had fled the cold war into the west.

He has a sister who survived the fall by sheer virtue of being on holiday but her home and everything she owned was lost. She was the academic one whereas he was much more practical and already was a hunter by the time he was a late teen and downed several deer. The outside, nature and the whole being out in the wide open wilderness was exhilarating.

The idea of a desk job did not appeal and he was not sure what to do, so he found himself calling the request stop for the Royal marines Commando selection at 18, he was old enough to join without any permissions needed.

Successful, he ended up passing high enough to score officer potential some paperwork later he managed to commit to a longer term and a place at Sandhurst. Arctic warfare was tough, cold.. Norway was a rather unforgiving crucible of humanity, ice, snow and hard rock.

tapped to consider, SBS came next and the grueling and brutally difficult selection. Multiple months of extreme effort and then even more of training before he even deployed. The first of multiple tours in known campaigns, shadow campaigns in places not publicly known including Iraq.

even more secretive work dawned as he retired to join SIS and the much more shady direct action office.

Choosing an alternative role he was drawn into working for the diplomatic services, restoring connections, though the messengers were well capable of handling business directly as needed. At the same time he undertook much rehabilitation and regained fitness with a lot of hard work.

Bored, this work was not exactly what he considered him… He had nothing against it and a friend from German special ops said they needed people and gave him a recommendation. The rest is now, a suit swapped for boots again.

This life and a happy marriage did not last, though he still mourned her death when London was hit in the Heaven fall event.

Analysis

Not a war Junkie but not exactly comfortablein hisbretirement, he had nothing against joining and desk work never suited. He could have risen in the ranks but going above Captain meant he had to lose time in the direct action and more time in the back offices.

Reason recruited. On a recommendation as a experienced former special forces officer, SIS and other work he had a strong sabotage and skill set in non standard warfare tactics.

Service history

20 years Approximate.

Royal marines Chomando, Artic warfare advanced training and commissioned as a LT having passed Sandhurst academy. Deployed and did several larger training and military exercises.

volunteered and was selected for SBS, served as special forces officer and deployed in multiple hot spots both public and covert.

Selected by SIS, inducted into their direct action unit. Retires a Captain in the British Military. Operates in a classified Unit for British intelligence establishment.

After an Injury takes a post as a King's messenger, works as a secure diplomatic courier helping to relink the country globally. During this time Extensive rehabilitation after injury, due to a leg injury taken on SIS service.

Bored, wearing A suit and flying business class with classified documents is not for him. Was recruited based on a comrade from German special forces recommending him.

Gear

Long guns.

Scar H. 7.62mm nato with a off angle red dot, invisible laser linked into NVG and a zoom optic. Tac light.

Alt.

Russian, VSS Vintorez internally suppressed rifle with a western optic and a IR laser and custom made subsonic heavy ammo. Less range, but hits like a truck. (totally not taken in blood lol)

Side arm.

Glock 17, extended mag, with glow sights and custom recoil control. boring, reliable.

Alt.

Dismantled normally and stored Welrod 9mm pistol. Quietest gun ever made, perfect for sneaky times. No serial number, no markings.

Russian spetsnaz marked bayonet, with story not told.

Night Vision / IR hybrid goggle set that can be locked onto a helmet mount with one or two optic modes.

compact knife with zero metal, made of hard plastic like material that is easy to conceal.

General normal kit.

Sneaky items such as a few tools like lock picks, tools to hotwire a car, beat locks and useful odds and ends. General sabotage and so loadout.

Ammo.

7.62 ball ammo.
7.62 AP

9x19mm regular full metal jacket / hollow points.
9x19mm subsonic

9x39 heavy sub Sonic rounds.

Family

Mother.
Late 60’s and pottering about the estate garden, survived as she was at home, and its own well / garden.

Dad, deceased in heaven fall on a business trip.

Sister, a lawyer and working for the reformed bank of England.

Ex Wife. Deceased. Heaven fall London.

Misc

During the chaos of haven fall he survived by being out of area as he was on deployment. On return he joined “Knight fall” a group who involved surviving military, Police, SIS, civilians and others who worked to quiet orders to remove the very worst from the board or destabilise the largest hostile groups preventing the reconstruction of the state.

Not proud work but work none the less. The groups name came from the old castle they used a base, practical against the lesser dangers with thick walls and room to shelter their strength.

Always carries tea and a brew kit on missions.

Ambidextrous shooter but right handed to write etc.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Lord and Lady Coswain

Gate House Life.

Door Dash lol

Lord Coswain let the captain do his thing, it was his job and he knew the protocol and had the less fun part of being the one who had to make the call on letting them in / sending them away.

He waited on the battlements as two other guards arrived in matching armour and just rested his hand on the wooden walkway that covered the gates. Rough hewn like everything here… solid but it was Unfinished and maybe they would get round to it if still alive later anyways…

An Auralian mercenary blade master, it was another way of saying sell sword if he recalled correctly, highly trained and meant to be professional Warriors vs just basic line troopers. But a lot of people could claim to be a lot of things they were not. He walked right but did you really when tested was another question.

“Il walk him up, Sya has a few rooms left. If that's ok with you.” He said to the captain pretty sure he would not mind at all and happily hand that duty off, letting him and his men seek shelter behind the gate behind the cover with a brazier to keep some warmth in their bodies.

“Il escort you to the Inn, you better have gold because the owner does not give credit to newcomers or be prepared to pay in labour.” He shouted down as went down to join the lower gate and walk the man up. His armour was not as pristine as it had been especially with the battle damage repair and blight born talons. Lunarian gear could take some punishment though and be repaired instead of outright replaced.

On the ground he got a sense this man might just be what he said but looks had been deceiving before and a soldier who looked like a half starved runt had beaten a tank of a man before, spirit was not always about size.

“Its not too far. If you want to send the Royal Lodge a letter of introduction, there is a post office too. Lodgings first and peobbly a hot mea.” He said as he waved down the road to the glowing lights of the town, burning candles, brazier and fire pits like the Inn hand never ceasing.

It was something to do, and moving helped keep you warm.

@The Muse@TimelessParagon

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

We waiting on anyone or IC Soon?

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Bath House. To post office.
Persephone.

Persephone moved through the temple at pace as she felt frustrated, Ayel had thrown her day off again. This man was a pain and terror… Could he let people be? Could he let people not have to deal with all his arguments and desire to do everything the hardest way possible. “Too much sun went to his head.” Persephone thought and reached her horse, petting its solid neck, thick muscle and long hair that helped protect it from the cold.

“Come on Agmar, let's go.” She pulled her way up and grabbed the reins with a gloved hand to protect from the cold.

“Easy, easy.” She said and the horse stopped playing about and she then began to move to trot slowly away from the temple's main doors. One day she was going to have to find a way to lock up Ayel so they could have one peaceful day.

She efficiently through the town weaving her way past at a steady pace as people were beginning to wake up and start the day. It was practically empty when she headed out but they were now beginning to start their day to day business.

“Make a hole.” She called out as someone was standing in the middle of the wider path just looking at the town square, she held the horse tighter and pulled up before he moved with a grunt and stood to the side. Weird. But Dawn Haven was a strange place. Gloom Haven maybe? Gloom it was always gloomy.

…

“Hey, I need paper, ink and a runner please. Miss Sya Leala wpuld also like this sent.” Persephone said as she took a spot near the desk where she could write the letter on behalf of the Inn keeper. The Inn keeper, why was she the one she was allied to? Oh a blightborn but it seemed she was the one who seemed to carry weight in this town. They had to adapt to the new methods and new factors at play.

“Thanks.” She said and wrote quickly, neatly and with purpose, each line was crisp and exactly placed. Every single character was perfectly chosen even with the lower quality paper and cheap ink… Some things could not be helped.

“Signed. Persephone…” She said as she finished the letter with a florist and placed her ring to some heated cheap general use wax that signed her house's seal on the letter. Maybe not the largest or most powerful but she was a Lady. Persephone was not going to let her be talked to like some slave by a man not worth anything more than a pile of horse shit. Least that could be used as fertiliser.

“Send it to the Prince Please, urgent if possible and please use a reliable courier. Send the second copy to Lord Orion Nightingale.” She said handing an extra coin over to the man at the counter. The letter was sent, signed and sealed with a simple wax but it was done as properly as she could manage here… that was all she could do right now to tackle the problem.

…

Letter planned to be sent.

Prince Flynn of Dawn Haven and or his chosen representative.

I hope this letter finds you well but I sadly must report dark tidings and a breach of the peace.

Myself and the Innkeeper Sya, who had done nothing but intend to rest and quietly enjoy the Hot Springs. Lord Ayel decided to abuse her again and accuse her of plotting what was an accident by another she was far away from. She had asked he leave her be thrice and held her temper, she may not hold a 4th or 5th time.

This is the 3rd time he has abused Sya, a business owner and major developer of the town, while Lord Ayels imports chose to bring a manner and statues than anything of value to Dawn Haven.

I myself intended to take some time to quietly rest and enjoy the waters was also abused, my title a noble lady of Lunaris, commissioned officer of the King and Lady of the Coswain family, was degraded by personal attack and insult on my body, character and origins.

His actions broke the peace, and for a 3rd time directed against Sya, a 2nd against myself and others. This pattern by a man who claims to be your best friend, acting and claiming your name?

Do you claim to support these actions? Will you call your friend back into line? So you support this man insulting us, degrading us, acting and breaking the peace of your own settlement at every turn? Is this what Dawn Haven is?

Or should I ask my Husband to use his rank and status and challenge this man to bladed combat? I hope you give Lord Ayel a burial suitable for your people in that case and he gets proper rites. He is a pain but he deserved a propper funeral.

I hope we can we trust in your highness I hope and pray, that you can restore calm and talk your friend to acting like a noble of his station should behave, especially to those who live under and request your protection to be at peace to carry out daily affairs.

Lady Persephone Coswain.
Kings eyes Throne agent of the Lunarian Royal Guard.

Sent with the permission and full support of Inn Keeper Sya Leala of the Eye of the Beholder, Knoll Roll Bakery and the Baskalik Distillery.

Other witnesses may approach you in their own time including Ivor, whom he tried to make him owe a life debt to the lord.

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@The Muse@Qia

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

Don,t worry. Most of us are not this level of tank autism, just ernought o be here lol.

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

Meanwhile the 115mm U-5TS is an L/52 (6 meter) barrel and the 120mm KBM-2 is a non-standard L/50 of also roughly 6 meters length.

"Standard" 120s tended to be L/44 (5.3m) and L/55 (6.6m), and the M68 being used by the M60A3 is L/52 (5.3m).
-So far nobody has decided to use the french L/52 120mm, yet.

Just in case anyone was having difficulty visualizing the tree-trunks of angry boom-booms.

-Anyways, I'm not as bad as Lauralix, who apparently recently took a DTC-10-125 tank round home with him for further studies.

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The 40 km standard-range is also pretty promising (a 6 km boost if using a special propelling charge). And can do 60-90 km with special ammunition.

But yeah, the barrel life on my tank... not great
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Basically ~100 rds of APFSDS for the 115mm.

@Foster

O was topping the range out w little, I'm not sure if the really advanced Vulcano ammunition would fit RP dates. Or I could be parked shelling stuff for you 70km away in a safe town with cocktails and a hotel suite lol..

But I might bring some fancy stuff like anti armour ammunition, laser ammo and bomb let/ see if theit is a equivalent 155mm of the tungsten shotgun.

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

Also, the barrel-life on the T-62AG is... not great... so it could probably swap guns between missions.

In this case a crude reversion to 115mm to better use local ammunition supplies. This however will mean it'll only be able to carry 35 115mm tank-rounds instead of the factory-default of 40, or the modified load of 35+5 120mm tank rounds. The 115mm would also be useful for low-threat environments and would have a 'cheap' 4-piece platics/fiberglass thermal-sleeve from the 1983 pattern of upgrades.

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-tempted also to run methanol/gasoline in the external fuel-tanks and diesel or biodiesel in the internal fuel. As the post-fossil-fuel energy-system seems to favor methanol/ethanol. And the MM-1 mobile nuclear refinery was basically pulling Carbon-Monoxide from the atmosphere, then adding water and electricity/heat to get methanol to run tanks and jeeps and jets and stuff.
--Things get really fun when you syngas the syngas into a 1:1 biodiesel substitute

@Foster

Talk about tank nerdery.

Mine, well. It has standard 52 calibre longer barrel for better range. But it does mean the almost 8m long and not fun in urban traveling.

But theit is many flavours of 155mm to choose from dep3nding on the mission.

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

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That's SE Asia, thankfully.

No, this means we're going to Stan-land.

*Norkie T-62MV goes into a cold sweat*

@Foster

Least your missing the auto loader.