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

@Arminwraith

Ironside was mid rotation as they backed up to relocate their fire position and their driver had worked the controls rapidly with skill. They had been given a slightly odd choice in Nord as their driver but they had proved themselves entirely and were able to dance over 60 tons like it was a small go kart. Moving through barricades and they had easily begun to smoothly relocate and cross the line to an area they identified as the next shooting position.

“Halt, firing drill, prepare for firing.” Anakain said as he braced for the fact the tracks immediately switched to reverse and halted hard skidding before they stopped shaking and the commander dialed the information in quirky to the guns computer to pass to gunner..

“Got it boss, standard suppression barrage?” The gunner asked as he hit the confirmation making the entire turret rotate, elevated, and slammed a round into the breach automatically ramming an 155m round and propellant with a slam of steel closing. The self propelled gun made one last shake as it finally settled fully.

“Give them a 3 pack of HE” Anakin said as he then switched things into the whole wider net with a switch of a toggle. “This is Iron hide. Copy. Brace. Suppression fire incoming our smaller German Sibling.”

The entire self propelled gun shook with 3 round salvo that was probably overkill, but it would ensure a 100% chance of a kill, all falling in under 4 seconds. Not perfect, but they were too close to get a perfectly timed simultaneously executed drop of every round at the same time. Under half a second.

“Relocate Nord, move.” Anakin confirmed to the driver who immediately slammed the gears into drive moving again before the enemy could get any solid bearing on them Post firing. “Copy boss.” They said and were rather more enthusiastic with the engine than they probably should but would definitely get them out of the counter battery before they could react.

“Reloacting…give us a minute to get a decent position.” He switched and toggled back to the group net.

Empire of the Clouds

The briefing was pretty stark, the armies against them had made great gains, counter attacks failed and there was about 1 glimmer of hope. He had mixed feelings, a desire to defend his country, no one had expected the reds to roll up this fast and assumed they would have weeks to months to be able to react. Instead the borders had fallen and armies surged forward far beyond any time tables and planned assessments. Had they lied about their military state or did the enemy just be that much better and luckier?

The kingdoms were mobilising… that meant members of his family would be enlisting in the Navy or called to duty. They were hardly small folk but they had served as officers and men in the fleets for centuries from wooden ships to iron and steel monsters fed by coal.

The Favain diplomat knew the assessments but how could he politely rebuke for his country, but to not cause unnecessary hurt. A lot of loss from small folk to royals. “It is indeed grave news gentlemen and you have my sympathies. The kingdoms did not expect things to degrade at the pace they have. Our information was it is now optimistic to be polite.” He kept things short for obvious reasons.

“I want to give you some good news, but to fully mobilise, organise, integrate the Favian reserve fleets, auxiliary and merchant formations will take time. As well as to train and fill out the reserve Marine Battalions.

The main home forces will be ready faster however and the latest of the Mars Class battleships are coming into service. They are equal or more to the emeny heavies.” He said professionally, they would be effective if used right, Favis was strongest as a Naval power, thats whete it investment lay and fully mobilised would be effective but integrating their various arms into a wartime operations force would not be instant.

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren was shunted backwards with a sound of sparks as the metal feet of her suit found no grip on the metal surface. The shield she had was useless, torn by great claws and rented by great blows. The metal bar was bent and soaked with ichor. Ren was backing up and swinging, it was difficult to find bugs off with a suit that was hardly tuned for any kind of combat!

“Sealing, not much longer now” someone shouted as the doors finally began to close and narrow the gap into the darkness of the now dead station. “Get your ass clear, because that door ain't stopping for anyone.”

“Bloody….” Ren swung out randomly and panicked as a bug tried to flank her suit, past her reach. The suit was strong and powerful but it was not agile and hardly designed for combat. Boom echoed out as another came round with a heavily energy slug loaded blaster and sent big parts flying all over as he racked the slides rapidly driving it back till it was a steaming mess on the deck. “Im all for the barbarian, but this better.” The crewman joked as he rapidly loaded energy slugs, panic, calm, humour.. and Ren could not help but laugh at the crazy she found herself in.

“Sealed…we are sealed!” Came a few minutes later as the great doors closed…the place was an utter mess, 2 men were wounded to some degrees and at least 2 were fatal. Several others provided medical aid and others worked to shove dead bugs out of the way so they could clear the access way to the inner holds. “Bridge. This is hanger bay. We are secure. Casualties. Some dead. We are secure.” The voice was tired, drained and realising that they had not all made it. “Whoever blew that station frak 'em” they retorted as they cut the line and looked about. The place was a mess and the battle had been tense. Had they both lost power it would have been way faster.

“You aint bad for a corpo” one said as Ren dropped down from her suit.

…

Ren made her way out the area, seeing signs that lead up and away onto a wide array of decks and areas of the ship. Damn… did this thing have a damage control plan, they always had plans for damage control and they had the deck and area planning boards. She found a plan, follow that way to the bridge…hard to miss right, until you find 3 cryo control stations, a children's classroom and 2 rec rooms instead!

“Damnit… left…at the corridor split right..” she said recalling the last damage control board she saw.

…

The bridge was … about what she imagined, a space with large consoles and thick doors that closed behind Ren. Crew were gathered about or whatever could be called a crew for what they had and available anyways. Ren needed to find out what was going on? What on earth was going on? The station lost all power, bugs, and more happening in a matter of hours.

Rens light armour she wore was dashed with ichor, she had a stain of leaked hydraulic oil and dirt and so of the last few days, eyes tired Ren had left most of her bags in a pile by the bridge door. Whatever she had been able to save, loot or acquire to help stay alive for one more day. The young woman for her race looked about and took a drink of water from a canteen she had. Ren was not young by human years, but her own kind…she was barely out of her training.

“What's going on? Cargo bay is secure, and not without cost. Bloody crazy folk took out power to whole linked station and took longer to close the doors and reset a fault.” Ren was annoyed, whatever had happened it had fucked up alot of things.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Daphne

Infimary

Mye head hurts... Alot.

Daphne head felt like a drum had been beating on it and then an ice troll used her as a punching bag. She did not remember much why and her eyes hurt to even open them at the present, barely able to register her limbs as she began to feel she had least got all her limbs intact.

The last she recalled was gadez, his talking, her swords. The jail then a wall of heat and nothing else. Everything else went blank and even that was fuzzy and like looking through fog. The sounds about her did not make sense and it smelt of potions… people, and like when she got hurt in training.

She barely cracked her eyes open before closing them and curling into the tough blankets, it took several minutes and blinding mental pain before she could look out fuzzily to see an infirmary still foggy. She must have really taken a heavy hit to end up here. Gear laid before her and someone had removed her outer armour already, under layers and a blanket keeping her warm near a brazier.

…

Meanwhile outside.

Hearing the news made his blood thunder, it was a dangerous job but this stank of rank amateur hours. A man escaped the guarded bloody jail , beat the anti magic wards… his squire. Oh this was personal, she was of his household and this Gadez, he had beaten his Squire but he was a far more experienced soldier and much more refined I using his abilities. Daphne was still mastering hers fully, he had no such issue.

He had seen her carried into the hospital, she protected the Royals but what the hell? Did they have any sense of danger? "I want that man's head, find the fucker. Lords fucking luxury, that sun shaggers head is mine." Lord Coswain growled great sword out and resting in his hand having picked up a additional weapon from their cart. A one handed warhammer rested at his hip and a brutal short hand axe on the other side instead of his normal daggers.

…

Meanwhile Daphne was trying to force her brain to at least be able to get up, her first attempt after the blast of fire had resulted in blinding pain. She had definitely hit her head and recalled the ground had likely been frozen hard near the jail. Armour as great at taking some of the energy out of an impact but it did not remove the fact you still got hit, she was alive but wow did she feel like a troll punched her.

“You alright Pri….” Daphne said half as her violet eyes scanned the room remembering she was in hospital and the others had likely got out or been far further away from the blast that had taken her out. That much was clear. If she had stepped into him she would likely be worse off.

“Oww…” She had tried to lift her head again.. she probably would be here for a few hours till she could stand up without falling or so without help.

“Bloody shoddy Aurelian jails.”, Daphne grumbled as she got uncomfortable in the rather spartan conditions, Inn or not…Sya really had made the most out of a bad situation and the Eye was remarkably comfortable for such a far flung outpost. Honestly, right now she was bloody hungry too… She had been heading for a meal when she planned to leave and walked into that mess…

Why was it always Daphne?

Why?

Her stomach grumbled as the Squire sighed. Insult to injury.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Lord and Lady Coswain

The Eye

Bar side chats

Persephone was enjoying herself to be honest, a little intrigues, teasing, social intelligence and learning about the various ways that Dawn Haven worked and its little aspects that helped you decode its hidden stories and secrets. AND yes… her husband was right, she did need to eat. “Oh I agree, designed by men… we could be stylish, warm and show authority, designed by a grey man with a grey mind.” Persephone said with mischief, she was entirely beaten out of her by the pressured weight of serving in the king's realm. “Luckily my rise came with coins to commission items.” She was a Lady of a house, even if not the grandest of them, she would be unable to hide that.

She was not trying to infiltrate… Just building connections was as natural as breathing. “The eyes cooking.. surprises me, for such an outpost.” Persephone admitted.

Persephone was observant that it was her job and what she was good at. Yeah, she did tease the woman but not too much, and too far. “To Home, even in ice and rock its home.” She said raising a glass letting her have her thoughts, Orion hit something but let the woman have her privacy. He was a blight born but she was no fool, he had a certain… air of authority about him regardless. She was not sure if he had it before? But he had it now.

“Cold nights miss Evelyn, the odds are in your favour. Nice warm human heater, and the bonus's.” Persephone said with another shine of mischief, it would be easy to find a handsome man if she was so inclined.

Persephone paused and took a drink looking about the room casting a glance as she waited for the letter and her and Syas fallout to hopefully drop a bucket of shit on Ayels head. Really… he deserved it so much. “How Interesting, you obviously keep an eye open. And a little adventurous spirit. Do not risk yourself though, passive only. No need to get too involved.“ She paused before stretching and signing a note to add to the list of their expenses at the inn. “It was a bit fuzzy at first, anything easily moved, without much special requirements. Mostly essential goods and survival related. They were smart to not take stuff that was too high profile and easily mixed and sold on. Watch posts were paid off and people were lifting from winter stores.. They regret that now.” She finished and turned a little more serious.

She kept her tone quiet so others did not hear them and had an eye about the room as they talked. Ironic. An eye at the eye. “Be careful, just be natural, nothing crazy.” She said and said more loudly.

Persephone went back to a topic that sounded a lot more normal, a lot less intrigued. “Oh you should join me at the bath houses some day, Temple or not…hot water is soothing muss Evelyn.” She sounded entirely social and like that noble lady she was also. Her eyes glittered with a knowing look, Persephone was perceptive and more than a little able to be tricky..

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@Echotech71

Chronicles of Minadra

vashthishtra silent sands. “Vashra”

Vasha swayed slightly as someone ran in and the two shod caused all manner of something going on. A thief or was that a clan theft, or a stranger theft…because one of those was deeply against the scale folks code and a line considered traitorous to one's own clan and people. Enemies were fair game and a matter of honour to deprive them.

She shifted to take in the arrivals, a man and a newly arrived winged one but hers were black and the others were white. The Morgador was far more quiet and even traveling he was not used to places being this busy. He tended to shun towns and such places for obvious reasons, scale folk were treated like beast folk and not all beast folk where treated well by so called civilised folks.

“You. How we trust? Clan trust of is life. Go dangerous place, mountains high and danger lurks. Success as Clan, or fail alone.” Vasha said he was a little blunt but Scale folk were very much tribal and they considered some things of utmost importance. Life and death relied on those about you. They were an odd breed but their word was their bond and would hold to it unless you broke it then they would actively work against you. Deal fairly. The scale folk were fair. Maybe a little simplistic…life was complicated but that boiled down their mindset when life and death. “I am Vashra, that is what other 2 shod call me.”

Vashra was harsh, maybe he was but he also wanted to live. He was not foolish and there was no coming home if someone left you when you needed them most.

“What you know of this place, dark ones, a tomb, a … town, kill place,...fortress? Old ruins? May ruins, so many kinds of ruins.” Vashra asked as he turned his reptilian eyes about the group sipping his drink in a rather normal manner…he had that part down even if not understand all social graces. “Moutains cold or hot.. or both.?” He added, the Scale folk had been on adventures and knew planning would help save his life and others. He had coins to purchase if the merchant would take it..

“This ale is good…” He said casually deciding he liked his town's ale.