PrinceAlexus

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Lord and Lady Coswain

The Eye

Bar side chats

“Well met Evelyn” Persephone said, deciding to take a more casual approach and use a more social vs official and more protocol response. She chose, based upon the Inn, the town to use Persephone more than Lady Coswain in this scenario. This Inn was hardly the Royal courts and great halls of the nobility. “Persephone, please call me Persephone. This is hardly the Royal Court. Syas court maybe.” She said, taking her drink and padding quietly over on the rough timbers of the inn's floor. Sturdy but rough hewn and evident of the new nature of the inn's construction.

Genuine, but Persephone could not turn parts of her brain off, building up rapport, making note of key facts and the value of people and their positions in society. Her brain did things on a reflex rather than a deliberate aspect.

Lord Coswain nodded politely to her words, a clothier, and one from a Capital, his wife would be quite pleased and she was an officer and a stern official role. She still was a woman and did have similar preferences to many about clothes and her appearance especially as a Lady however this town was far from the large cities. “I leave you with my wife, she is excellent company, biased as I am. Duty, errands and checking our supplies beckons. Try not to bankrupt us Seph. If that Lord. This is the last place he will bother you ladies. If he does. I'll sort it a little more directly.” He said as he left, giving Persephone a quick kiss and squeezing her hand before leaving, already guessing exactly which lord she had a run in with and that it likely would be dealt with or found out later. He was concerned but also not, Persephone was well capable of looking after herself but he was ready to solve things also. “And make my wife remember to eat Lunch for once milday Marrion. I'm sure we will meet again.”

The change of tone was not that dark but clear, he would sort things out if said Lord did not leave Persephone alone. She was still his wife and he would not let some Auralian Peacock harm her. He threw the last bit out, Persephone needed to keep her strength up even if it was a light meal.

“I eat Adon… I had breakfast. Keep warm.” She said as he left with a general air that they had been together for quite a while.

Persephone waved goodbye to her husband and turned back to Evelyn, finding a seat and dropping her heavy furs off to the side and cheerfully stretching from the lack of weight. “Oh… The Capital you say, our town house is there but we have not seen your family business.” She said casually as turned to realise an opportunity. “I am in need of some clothes that are more suited for winter, and less.. uniform. Maybe the inn will have a ball. And… well as a nice dress for a Temple Wedding. We just never got round to a Temple blessing until now.” She said making light of things and realising. Persephone did need something nice to wear for their Temple ceremony.

Persephone paused trying to explain her situation and the whole event with lord Ayel. She and Sya had walked into it casually and not sought any kind of trouble but trouble had found them rather directly. “Hiding, I merely am, .. Yes, I'm hiding. A rather unpleasant Auralian Lord Ayel Rumfelt, he decided to abuse me and Mistress Sya alongside others, the Inn keeper here with rather wild and egregious insults while at the bath house. I sent a joint letter to the Prince and whatever his name is… Onion? The rather pale tall man is his advisor about his offensive conduct.. claimed to be his close friend, surely one who would respect his peace and those in his settlement. Such Fraud would be great disrespectful.” Persephone paused, taking a sip of her drink and pushing a lock of red hair streaked with a grey out her eye that had fallen free.

“He acts like an over-fluffed peacock with delusions of … everything. Im a Barbarian hag, Sya was a monster and he tried to make out his skinny pale self was a great gift to all that met him. A supposed trader no less… who does not realise Sya runs the only Inn in town that has many orders…” She said with a shake of her head at his.. actions.

"What brought you to this place? Forgive me if too forward. It takes a rare sort to want to venture this far beyond the passes and toward the former borders lords claims." Persephone asked hoping she did not kill the conversation. "And do you have anything suitable in a darker Purple or emerald Green in your shop." She added with a small flash of curiosity in her eyes. She might bring at end of world but one could least try to maintain your standards.

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@Echotech71

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

Hmmmm stay back and indirect fire. Looks like its time to warm up some hot pockets or so. :)

Call out your targets for 155mm fri4nds between snack time.

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

Sir Jonathan Le Mariner - Vilkas.

An experienced business class flyer, the man leaned back with a beer, nothing stronger and rested his eyes. The red eye flight was dark and had left late the previous evening had it began to flip from 2300 to 0000 on local time. His book was abandoned to the side and that was if sleep evaded him as it would be a long flight from Scotland to the destination.

He had few people to tell, tell more than a business trip and might not be contactable, he had told his mother that he would be safe and this would help keep the estate in the family. Bills where bills and his extra curricular work helped pay and keep the estate in order so she could Potter about the garden and he lived well on the governments and others pay.

He had not given up the secret but a rare few needed more than to be away for a few weeks, some people had to take care of his affairs and such at home. You could not manage everything alone and some things could not be left alone for weeks at a time.

He had more flyer miles than about 1% of the population so he began to doze off after a beer and the steady thrum of aircraft engines lulled the man to sleep as he relaxed knowing that he could take advantage of comfort for a few days before the work really began. Paid time too, this operation was far more comfortable than briefing in the middle of the deserts of the Middle East around an old yellowish light or some business-like bunker / base with spartan walls and old chairs that probably were thrown out from a jail.

…

“Urgh, star bucks never changes” He said as he chugged an over-priced coffee waiting for his taxi in the hot weather, looking out for a sign from one of the drivers. This company seemed to run on the old fashioned name on a sign and it was easy… no digital apps..just a sign. “Mr Johnothan Le Mariner” it said on the sign as found his driver and rolled his case along dressed in light trousers, a short sleeve shirt and a light jacket with sunglasses and a hat he had picked up in the airport. It fit his cover and he breezed through without much notice or fuss. His prior experience had taught him how to bend in and be as boring as possible so no one gave you a second glance or detailed one at least. He was least able to travel under own name as this was all legit as far as the cover went and business in the country.

He had arrived a day early to settle in before the rush, it let him spend a little time acclimatising to the heat and enjoying an evening at the bar talking to an attractive lady on a business trip for a commercial estate agency who was on their annual company general meeting. Well he was meant to be using a cover story, he lived up to that as he managed to scope out several potential members of their group, too fit too in control and he knew the type. He was used to subterfuge and being attentive to his environment around him.

Truth be told. It was not the first time he had used this cover or attended a real one, just far less fancy than this event. He was hardly that wealthy. Thank you SIS and Diplomatic services for that little skill set. He was a former officer enjoying civilian life after a large inheritance by his father and investing to grow and sustain their ancestral home. A not a lie that also masked the truth.

He had enjoyed a far better coffee, a quiet breakfast that morning overlooking crystal blue seas as his partner that evening had left early morning to appear in her room and get ready for a presentation but he had a business card left on the nightstand. It was walking into the briefing room with a complementary designer bottle of water and snacking on the last bit of a pastry. Placing the expensive hard back note book he acquired for the purpose from Edinburgh he completed his act.

“Good morning, I hope you enjoyed breakfast.” He said casually and sat down in one of the comfortable chairs with a look round the room seeing the woman more calm, the man who seemed to be serious and another who looked like he was on parade for the regimental sergeant major. “Sir Jonathan Le Mariner - Vilkas formerly of Her Majesties multiple services.” He introduced himself calmly with an unhurried tone.

There was no need to rush and no need to cause drama. Calm, relaxed. Business was much easier when you did not cause drama.

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@Smike

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

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Not off the top of my head, I'd have to read up on the vehicle and think about it a bit. I'd probably put a dozer blade on the front, but that's because I like the look x3. Otherwise I'm not sure - like you've said, active protection system I guess?

@Rhona W

Maye an ability to launch an small recon drone, FPV Style to allow it to see things beyond its visual ability. Qaudcopter style. It has a small stock of recon drones of various sizes from small short range ones to a large ones that can range out longer and have a longer loiter time.

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

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Lovely. Which role needs filling. I can go for Zippy bastard all the way up to the Ratte (or more reasonably Obj. 279) if needed, along with support tanks like minesweepers

@Arminwraith

Well we have one faster tank, main battle tanks, and a self propelled gun at the momment.

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

“Copy. Northern guns are quiet, moving onto the southern.” Iron hides commander said over the radio, it was not fully quiet as shells slammed home and the ground shook. Artillery in other areas friendly and hostile was engaging each other and black smoke rose from those hit on the beach and those that were hit on the enemy side as distant smoke rose from Iron hides and others bombardment. Almost all had taken minor damage and were hit or shook, a number were out of the fight and burned as well as one lost utterly with all hands from a direct hit, magazines detonated and carved a large hole into the beach front.

The battle was anything but heating up than slowing down as a Paladin further down the line was laying out its own barrage sending rounds inland that had a Texan flag with shrapnel holes in cloth. An Himars… who the hell landed a Himars on a beach like this sent plumes of fire and telephone pole sized missiles fired from the beach edge with whatever it brings a rather vital target priority.

“Sir, we got counter battery radar tracking fires, over a dozen guns in the area engaging our forces, alternating fires. Some SPG.” The gunner said as he listened to the radio with surprising calm and cool Canadian.

“30 seconds. Give me 30. We have a jam.” Came Xena who grabbed a rather heavy tool to apply the rites of percussive maintenance that would free the system, they could fix it later but they had to get the gun back online and operational for now.

“Get it back, 30mm, suppress that ridge. Timed detonation. On my mark” He called out to cover the tank escorting them that took a hit. “Got about 15 seconds T rex before 30mm is dry, will suppress ridge line 4. Fire on command.” Anakin said as he looked before he could even ask the rest of crew as Xensa swore, banged the system hard and lights went from green to red with a grinding hiss of systems that would definitely need a strip down after the battle.

“Hot.” Xena said with a tone that was part anger and part … something else that he did not question. He left what they did in private to them as long as it did not bother the crew, she and Nord were close friends and complete opposites, they all got on but those two were thick as thieves and trouble magnets.

“Fire on north. Join up with the rest of the battery, arty command wants North quiet.” Anakin confirmed and switched from inter group to the battery net to coordinate fires between the crews in the separate sections. Air defense teams and others had an overarching net between them.

“1 minute, all arty. 1 min. Set.” The curt command came from the senior artillery officer in the force. Anakin leaned over and gave the crew the command. They would fire in 40 seconds and the rest of the force, rocket, mortars and anything else they were able to area bombard would lay down cover for the rest of the force.

“All artillery. Fire.” Called the command.

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

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Where may we acquire these claymores? They sound like they'd make for an amazing camp-pillow.

Also, we now need a scale-model M551 that shoots emotional support missiles.

@Foster

Look up clay the claymore plushy. The originals where on make ship and ended.

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

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I have a plushie Claymore (the mine kind) a friend got me as a birthday present.
It says 'front toward friend' on the front, with a cute anime-ish smiley face

@Rhona W

Same :)

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

The foreman listened and nodded watching the two women talk, both the same but one was far more normal height of the Kieeller kind than the woman from the mega corp, this white haired woman with those metallic eyes driving the rough orange servo loader. The marine carried the heavy weapon and set up a body portable gun that was far more powerful than anything they had between them.

Ren turned paler if she could thanks to the heat and tiredness at the fact the metacar was invading the station. How had security failed this far and this badly that they could defend the last Station? The final place they knew and held, the rest was… where the hell could they go now?

Where would the rest of the marines be if they could only send one to the defences? Where were the Marines they had left?

“By the goddess… they were sitting and waiting for us to ping like a microwave. Fucking bugs, dam them to the airless void.” Ren said as the claws dropped and the machine slowed, paused and appeared to power down before she rose again slightly, tensing the heavy machine to maintain its balance.

“Right then… ya hered the Marine, its fucked, so lets act like it.” The foreman shouted and they stood about the area and began to give directions. The others were nervous but purposeful and honestly they had very little hope or options to work with.

“Corpo, stay here… we know the station, you take a welder, reinforce that barrier and secure that crate to the deck. This one is yours. Corpo get in the way…” He was being remarkablely more polite than normal, maybe it was the marine with the large weapon on a bipod mount. “Barricades… weld the fuck out of em, block em, make voids in the air locks, whatever we fraking can, got it. Divide ya up, you know where we need to go.” He said as he banged his ever present heavy wrench against the wall to get them to move.

He paused though as Rens wars also rang...again... "il leave a few but this one's on use miss mega corp, one way in, one way they have to go."

“Looks like you're stuck with me. Got it, do my best.“ Ren said as she watched the others leave at pace, thankfully the ship was cooler than the station's sheer stifling and dangerously high heat. No wonder. The Metacar would make them too tired and too hot before they struck and try to wear them down if they did think like that. Thanks to being a station suit, it did come with a small welding kit built into the power loader for emergency repairs as well as some rather battered looking welding glasses attached to a hook on the side of the controls.

“Eye protection. ” Ren found a spare pair and dropped them to the marine before she started welding the heavy crate to deck. It might not last long but it will be harder to push over or move.

“Least I know one more of our kin made, Now to make those bugs pay for every damn inch.”Ren said without any hiding her feelings, they had lost far far too many people and who knew how many had escaped or made it to the last ship but her sadness at the loss turned to a cold anger, she was pissed off at bugs… and someone gave her a mech suit with claws and multi ton servos.

Empire of the Clouds

Post Captain Le Marinier

Hopes small flame.
Party in the sky

Captain Le Mareiner bowed and gave a dramatic flair to the lady he had been dancing with, he was polite even if they were strangers, refugees and in a chaotic situation they could still be gentlemen and officers. “Mi lady, thank you for your time, please enjoy our little evening of entertainment. We have some exceptional vintages here, good company and music and if I might be so bold, excellent people.” He said with a little drama, he could be proud of the little event they established, small but rather important.

They had little to celebrate and a lot of stress in the last few days and weeks, so this was their chance to live and enjoy a little luxury. He circulated with the ease and comfort of a veteran of diplomatic balls, events and galas etc. This was his element, what he was used to for the last years of his life.

Pausing he looked out the window, far far to where they went. If one knew you could still see the odd flash and light of a battle many miles away, they had long passed it but at their height a clear night meant you could see even beyond horizons. The wind whistled a little in the taped window, the panel below had a patch and a rough coat of still shiny military primer painted on, they had got through but the bullets had been real and some had hit their airship but thankfully hit nothing of any real danger. His former ship would have not even chipped really the thick navel paint layers, but this was far less armoured and armed than a Favain heavy warship.

Thoughts on a past life before he lost an eye and part of his hand, he put them back where they belonged, in the past and moved back to the bar to refill his drink and sample some other liqueur they had, the range was truly exceptional.

The Post captain could not deal with the past, present and future at the same time. Especially his history but he could look forward and deal with the now whatever it may be. Fate by some odd mistress had left him one of the most senior officers aboard, and had long held his rank on paper. Now he was being forced to earn every last one he had held since he left the Naval Academy.

Fine brandy banishing that mental side track, no. Not tonight.

@Badarby