PrinceAlexus

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren was busy, tired and too busy and had too little idea what was going on? Everything was chaotic and Metacar invaded the station with a shortage of Marines, soldiers or even people armed with basic clubs, wrenches and tools. Was that even true?

“Hey Corpo, enough with fancy stuff, they can handle it Get that freaking crate and narrow the tube.” someone shouted to her as they gestured to a large metal object that weighed more than anyone outside the suit could lift.

She was climbing into the power loader and hitting the buttons tiredly with an automatic muscle memory and testing the controls with long practice. She trudged over with a thud on steel lifting an large multi ton crate that was joining a heavy weight barricade that narrowed the entry way in the cargo bay to make it more defensible. It would not last long against a real attack and it would be a rather crude defensive line but she had no idea… No one had any idea what was going on with the second hand news.

“Oi , get that over here…” Someone shouted pointing at a rather heavy pile of metal beams that would help slow down anyone pushing against it. Ren just nodded and was dropping the heavy metal to barricade the now smaller entry way.

Ren turned to see a Keiller marine jog over armed and sighed with a sign of hope, surely if there was one marine they might have more? Marines, Yes an armed Marine carrying a real weapon! Thanks for all that is hope, maybe they had a chance and could escape this nightmare?

“Finally, the rest of the troops coming down” Ren asked as she looked down from the heavy machine tiredly, hopefully flexing the claws dropping a heavy weight beam behind the large crate with a sharp thud that hit the other beams with a clang.

“Im Ren, Reenneesuash. Their supervisor , a big guy with a wrench and swears a lot. I'm just trying to be useful?” Ren yawned slightly but pronounced her name with a slow deliberate tone trying to not tangle her own name in exhaustion. “I'm just a Bio Scientist, escaped my station hours ago? what on earth is going on here?” Ren sighed and her suit sagged with her own motions, the arms fell to her side and knees sagged a little as the mechanical lifting suit lowered itself. “Is that news real? We breached?” Ren asked and looked down upon the marine who could probably be her height even without the suit.

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@InfamousGuy101

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

I'm going to be away over the weekend, so I'll try and make a GM IC post to move things along once I'm back on Sunday evening.
On the upside, it's because I'm going to a model show (the plastic kit kind, not the fashion kind) at Bovington Tank Museum

@Rhona W

Remember to say hello to thr Tiger. :)
I mean booked to go their for tank fest so should be fun to see real thing rolling. About

Ban the User Above You

Banned. With Nutella and pea nut butter

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren was taking 5 minutes due to the heat resting her head against the cold metal of a column that formed part of a bulk head, plain metal painted with various markings and detailed icons she did not recognise fully and barely looked up as chaos unfolded around the Kieller woman with her armour loose on the straps. The heat was ridiculous and Ren was entirely a problem, every action was harder, more tiring even keeping her metallic eyes open.

She had even nodded off for a few minutes and Ren treated slowly , taking a cat nap against the wall, it was… when was the last time she slept properly? Umm? Too long she did not remember honestly. Ren's mind wandered to seeing wounded streaming through her former home station, hundreds of them from walking wounded to those barely alive and probably too far gone to save. That had been before the fall, before they abandoned it to the planet's gravity.

“Whaaaaa” she said as the alarmed people moved from a constant steady pace to a whole different mood. Everything had changed the moment her mind came alive and warnings came straight to her gut feelings. Alarms flagged and she blurted awake again looking round to see the steady flow of supplies no longer the calm organised process.

“bugs on the station, what the fuck, how. Did they miss this!” Came among other swearing, insults and language colourful as an technicolour fever dream. The whole area was rushing to clear the last of the stuff so they could get aboard themselves at a rapid pace, pure chaos but with a purpose.

“Right, ya assholes get a fuck…ing grip, cram ya gobs and get ya brains out ya cases.” The supervisor got attention by hammering a wrench into the wall for emphasis several times. “Move that crap, get the stuff on, Corpo lady, your in charge of science crates, Feyilia your running cargo, Dragyui, get the big men, your security.” He shouted as he banged the deck again to get everyone moving. He merely stood at the centre of chaos, transforming it into order with a practiced hand of dealing with utter morons that being a labour worker foreman gave you.

Ren just followed the instructions, he seemed to have a plan and it was better than chaos as she saw what was left to load and kicked one away but it hurt her foot and she swore creatively in her native tongue so much that some other kieller gave her a head turn. “Fine, those stay, that leave, all to the air lock. We sort the rest out later. “ Ren said with a burst of energy only panic could bring but the crash would suck hard afterwards as she kept her pistol holster loose and eyes about.

“That one, leave it, this one take it” Ren was forced to make decisions on the fly what to keep and what to take, all was of value but someone was of more value for them. She wondered when security or others would arrive but for now it was a bunch of muscular dock workers with heavy metal tools, the odd illegal weapons and a heavy bladed tool they somehow had acquired. God knows… What had she done to live though this, been blessed.. cursed?

Who the hell knew?

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

@PrinceAlexus


There's just something about knowing there's a vehicle out there that can swing tanks around like an angry toddler.

Teamwork making the dream work.

@Foster

Yeah, also the trucks that casually tow a tank, themselves, and a 10 to 20 ton trailer across desert at like 40mph. No big deal, just carrying a tank!

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

Smoke was a wall of foggy grey in front of the self propelled gun, the crew were working on switching on their EW warfare systems. If they were stuck static they would fire up and try to jam the ability to get a lock on or modify to prevent the enemy from setting off an IED etc.

“Im gonna check the 30 mike mike” the commander called out and he climbed atop the guns hull with a spanner to give the auto cannon a knock as it was firing a short delay from the command system. He hit the gun a few times to knock the motor to be better aligned and to get the system working. It was an ancient act old as machines, the rights of percussive maintenance and used the ancient tools that were solid metal bars shaped into useful forms. “Count” he shouted down as he climbed up the internal ladder.

“65%. Box will last long as we get cover boss” was returned loudly over his short range comms and ears at the same time even though the crew's ear protection. Electronic versions that would protect you from the noise of a massive main gun but let you talk. Handy, they had not been cheap and they liked ears that did not hurt.

“You fucking ass, appreciate it.” Anakain shouted as the tank rolled alongside with a grinning soldier holding food, really… He took it with good nature and laughed at the sheer stupidity of the act. “It had to be sand related damn it Marcus.” The two had worked together before and the jokes had not stopped even if the most stupid of times. He gave him an easy salute as he dropped back down and slammed the heavy hatch atop the self propelled gun's hull clad in thick rubber to absorb drone strike and soak light damage or prevent ricochets.

“Where the hell do you get uber eats in Iran” Came Xena calling out with a shake of her head as she waited for order to load shells and took a break where the breaks were to drink some water from a metal bottle that clanged tied to the hulls plating.

“From our help Xena, we might be moving if Marcus can clear the way.” He said with a more relaxed tone distracted by a meal as he had to hold his nerve and trust others to clear a path where they could not.

“Good, save some pop tarts for me,” Nord said as they sat up front in the driver's spot, her small window letting them see outside at the falling smoke beyond them between Ironhide and the enemy.

“Steady down, we still have to get past the defences before snack time.” The Commander sobered as he calmed things down eating his admittedly decent snack.

“Aye boss,” Nord replied as they waited on the throttle.

…

“Thermals, commander anti tank team, hill side.” Came the alert as the 30mm sent line shots but they fell short as the team got cover behind an area of earth in distance that must have been pre planned.

“Locked, ready.” Came the Canadians' response, “HE, got a shot.” He added rapidly turning the main guns ballistic computers to the task with the range finders and guns swung into place with a fast movement that was smooth, barrel and turret moving in tandem.

“Marcus, keep your head down. AT team, scrub, 350m, north north west. Firing.” Came over the groups circuit. With a few seconds warning 2 155mm passed low over the top the tank with a sound like a freight train passing before they slammed into the hillside sending a large plume of dust and fire up where the anti tank team where. If they missed them they certainly had a massive shock and headaches.

Empire of the Clouds

@Badarby

Feel free to play it how you like. Talk, leave, chat, drink?
Whether you choose is best response.

I just closed it off to close the dance point off.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Daphne

Outside Jail

Confused Daphne is Confused

Daphne paused as she was walking out with a skip to her step glad to be leaving, her mind was on another distraction food and perhaps finding someone who can chat to who was not a prisoner while she got a hot meal…

Oh. Her whole plan fell flat.

…

Daphne paused to see the Prince, Princess, a group of least 3 guards and a champion? She frowned upon her natural distrust of a Zealot from the sun goddess. She had been raised by the entirely different Temple, had been taught as a foundling of the Temple and had an automatic glance to check hers and the other woman's weapons and pose. The other pair that caused her alarm was how she just felt a bad gut feeling and she always placed her faith on that.

Her mood did soften to the Princess, they really did need to get her a hot meal and a hot fire, she was well dressed but standing around in this cold was hardly healthy.

“My Prince…? “ She was confused about the whole situation and saw Amaya standing there too as her feet cracked on the ice and was really raising her eyebrows at the whole thing she had just walked in on. A glance she turned to see Amaya, she used her judgement board to see how to also play it.”The other guard sent me to Inn to get hot food for both of us, Nothing special, the whole anti Magic messes with me. The prisoner was giving me a headache so I took the gift. Keys are still safe with me sir. Guard Kain is still keeping him on watch” She said and glanced about getting her surroundings and bearings in case this was some kind of trouble.

“Anything you need?” She asked unsure and glanced about, her Violet eyes scanning about in an attempt to make full sense of the scene in front of her. “Did Gadez request a priestess? He locked up, I have the Key, I can open it up, but he is more likely a danger to your migraines than body?” Why did they need a full Temple Paladin…?

Daphne had turned her attention to the Priestess and the Armoured fighter in clear gold marking her out as one of her orders. Daphne had her own height but she really did not want a fight , just a hot meal and a chance to get warm where there was a good fire.

Daphne paused and joined the group about as knowing as a blind beggar about all this and waited for the answers. Why had they not left? The Ice, Religious people and more? What kind of thing had she walked into…again!

Subconsciously out of old childhood instinct more than anything she had narrowed her profile to the Paladin but kept her vision fully able to track around her and the persons, alert and having a bad gut feeling. Deciding wary, she kept alert and focused on the main potential dangers but did not do or say anything to provoke. She could react but Daphne deliberately relaxed her body language to show she was ready but was more alert than attack hands away from the swords at her waist as she in a habit that had long stuck checked and tidied up her long dark braided hair with left and quick movements of her fingers.

Hopefully someone would explain this…gathering.

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Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

“Hey Corpo lady, check this out,I cannot read science junk but it looks valuable…” The man said in his orange and green overalls with a shipping line logo on them and a hand sewn on patch that marked him out as a fan of a sports team. “Oyal…J, Bio Sci, destroy, incinerate, military logos …” He said having broken a storage area open that she realised had multiple warning icons on it and shook her head glad he did not smash the contents.

“I'm coming…put the spanner down, you might kill half the station.” She said, the odds were very low as bio security boxes were armoured, thermite, you name it, even plasma thermal charges that could take out an armoured mech in them in best cases.

“oh…fuck…” She said as she saw the stock that had been left in the vault area of the old Customs section. Like where had they gone, ransacked other than vaults…especially now as they had taken everything in an armoured locker. “Thats… by the goddess, ok, hand me a spray can, I'll mark what we should leave, and ones that may be useful. “That one is a sample of plargerisaed death flu, thankfully that one would self-destruct if you even opened it. Oyal…J, have to check it later. load it, put all this stuff in an air lock so we can space it if we have to.

“You got it?” She asked as the man nodded, he was not letting her boss them about but this shit was not their job and she knew it so if it stopped them taking some kind of lethal plague with them. “Yeah Corpo, we got it, you know the nerd shit, mark it O to Take, X to leave.” He said simplifying it and tossing a can of bright green paint.

She marked the crates as others were running supplies back and forth, so much had moved in the last hour or so and unlike the flagging Ren despite the heat this crew was working on even if some had stripped to the waist and shed their outer jackets etc. Safe, junk… leave, too dangerous by far. She marked a few ones, not safe but dangerous chemicals and Bio agents in tiny quantities were also powerful medicines, just enough to slow your metabolism, not enough to kill you and make you die a slow death…

That Oyal J, load it, they could check the codes when she had time to do what the crew called Corpo science shit and work out exactly what they had on the damaged logo. It has no warnings that would make her worry too badly, just a severe do not touch, ingest etc that any chemical that was fun to use was in the category of.

“Done, tell em to be careful, they are tough, but I'd rather not explode on us…” She said as the woman Yawned and moved on to someone else messaging her over to identify if something was of use and if it was dangerous to load.

There was a fine line between what was too dangerous and what was useful and Ren was sure her calm working on lethal chemicals l, dangerous plants or more was probably enough to scare people and question her sanity. Well she did work for a mega corp… She had done some… things that now the early had ended.. no more statute of limitations ever!

If they needed her to weaponise something well… she had enough “theory” in her brain to probably be a walking war crime if she really applied her genius to those ends.

“Hey, ship this is Ren Northland lady from the Bar, Bridge? We are going to load some more volatile stuff.. in an air lock, so we can space it on command… We leave the real bad stuff…. To the bugs to enjoy." She informed them as she walked closer and picked its comm circuit up again on some small device a load crew had handed her that looked on last legs 5 owners ago. Maybe she had some mad science cackle to her last part, if they cracked some open … they would not live long.

Her yawn in the heat was louder than normal as she drank more water, the heat was making her feel a little dizzy as she sat and read chemical labels and translated it and sat down taking 10 minutes to rest her feet and self.

Ban the User Above You

Banned.

May your avacardos be bruised.