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GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

I just need to point out that Adrian and Aiden, your team wasn't investigating a warehouse, it was a copper mine. I think Adrian went into one of the mine shafts for a look around before it collapsed partially, and then the booby-trapped GEAR exploded shortly after that.

Imagine your stereotypical mine-workings. Heavy machinery, multiple mine-shaft openings, narrow-gauge rails, all that lovely stuff.

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Cartwright said
Hrm.. Should I think over a co-pilot like last time? XD

You're welcome to have one as an NPC if you like - after all, most attack helos have two crewmen, so it would fit.

Also, I just realized I hadn't added a theme to my character since we started. I've now gone back and amended this >.>

GEARs Redux [Winter & Silverwind Blade]

Ro was pleased and surprised by the younger vixens' firm handshake, and more so when, after introducing herself she read his expression and demeanour precisely and made her assertion about the role she was taking on.
Embarassed all at once about his reservations toward her, the wolverines' expression fell and he felt a twinge of shame.
"Of course," he said sheepishly after a moment, and with a somewhat awkward smile. "I'm sure that you'll do a lot more than 'just' a job as well," he added. "If you've come here in the first place, then you know some of what you're in for, and how tight-knit these units can get... I apologize if I didn't make you feel welcome. Please, let me show you to your room and around the 'cruiser to make it up to you, won't you?" he added, trying to lighten the mood. Captain Stirling nodded in acceptance of the idea, the mare folding her arms.
"I'll stay here and supervise the GEAR loading and stowing into the bay - though, that's a generous name - while R.R. shows you around. Welcome aboard, Tilly".
Ro turned and gestured toward the personnel hatch into the Wandering Promise. The fog was still heavy in the air, and the light spilling from inside the landcruiser had a welcoming look.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

I'll wait for a few more replies before I post again. The battle shouldn't last too long, as I'm keen to move us on quickly into the meaty bits of the plot and keeping things going.

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Winter said
I'm at work so I'm posting this from my phone. That'd be fine, though as an alternative I thought that maybe she could be called as reinforcement after the other pilot is disabled and or killed in combat. It could make fr some juicy story telling and that way I could still do the greetings and introductions with her.

That would be good to have the introductions done, and if we lose someone, then it kind of proves that the enemy are actually dangerous too, which is probably worth thinking about.

Lol I'll remember that when I need something from you IC :P

Dammit. My one weakness, exposed!

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Aristo said
Sounds a-okay to me.

Great, I'll just wait for a word back from Winter too, to make sure she's okay with it as well.

I meant to ask, too, Winter - who is the artist for your images? They're pretty cool.
Also, stockings. Guaranteed to make your GM dribble like an idiot.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Looks good to me, although the GEAR wouldn't be able to be equipped with a flight unit at this stage of the game, as that tech isn't fully developed (our 1x1 takes place in a slightly off-center version of the universe, where the tech is a bit more advanced). Otherwise Chris looks good, as does the Sovereign.
Although, I would advise editing your systems and equipment for your 'thermal cameo system' ;-)

In terms of introducing her, my recommendation would be that, if it's okay with yourself and if Aristo is okay with it too, we just drop you into ASTA's position, and just pretend you were with us all along, and are backing up Myrina. It saves having to do any plot gymnastics to introduce you, or to explain where he's gone and killing him off too.

I'll add the CS to the OP later on.

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Well, thanks for letting me know. It's a shame after all that waiting and holding your place that you're dropping out, but I can't really comment since I dropped a bunch lately for the same reason. See you around!

Aristo, guess this means you're free to post as soon as you see fit. And no more excuses about waiting for ASTA any more either :P

GEARs Redux [Winter & Silverwind Blade]

Fairport City
Eastern Bay County
Landren
Early-Autumn
18:30 hours

The evening was drawing in, and temperatures dropping. Leaves had started to turn in the avenues and parks of Fairport and all around Landren, and, of course, all across Arvara's Northern Hemisphere. Here in Fairport, the grey clouds of winter had rolled in, and the sky had already darkened. Fog was rolling in off of the water of the bay, and it's obscuring tendrils wrapped around the buildings of the sea-front city, it's damp scent mingled with the salt-water on the breeze.
Rolen stood on the upper deck of the (comparatively speaking) tiny Landcruiser. The wind ruffled the fur on his head and face, and he turned the collar of his bomber jacket up against the wind, as a shiver ran through his powerful frame.
Standing amidst the railings and masts of the Wandering Promise, the wolverine admitted to himself that the shiver wasn't just from the cold.
The land-ship had pulled into dock at the sea-side settlement for a resupply and refit after its' last excursion had ended in a violent confrontation.
While the small Landcruiser was, for all appearances a civilian salvage and freight vessel; and indeed was more than capable of carrying out such roles, the reality was it secretly also functioned as a vessel of the Landren Defence Forces Special Operations division. It's role was to go places and do things that would likely never show up in the history books or official documents and releases - unless something went terribly wrong.
Unfortunately, that had been what had almost happened on their last sortie. A mission to recover a prisoner being transported had ended with an intense firefight, and the Landcruiser itself had been drawn into the battle. He and his partner had managed to heavily damage the enemy, and their support team had recovered the prisoner. Unfortunately, in the parting shots, his partner had been killed.
That was the blunt explanation of it, of course. She was dead, killed and her GEAR turned into a burned-out, barely-there hulk as she had been hit by a point-blank shot from a particle lance as she made a diversionary attack that had driven off the hostile Landcruiser, and crippled it's weapons systems.
They'd been friends over the time they'd worked together, almost four years. And after the first two, their friendship had exploded into a professional respect and an intense and dynamic relationship. Not of the romantic kind - although, they had a definitive attraction - but a strong bond between people who understood one another, and had a great match of attributes and characteristics.
They did almost everything together, both out of necessity and the desire to do so, and had been comfortable in each others' presence to a spectacular degree. It had been surprising that it hadn't really toppled over the edge into a romantic relationship - beyond one or two isolated instances of drunken fumbling around a New Years' party, that had never become more.

And even though he hadn't loved her romantically, he missed her all the more. Dinah had been an integral part of his life, his duty, and of the ship. Now, her GEARs' remains, nothing more than heat-blistered alloys, plastics and composites in a mocking, melted soft-edged parody of a Arvaran shape, were being craned aboard a flatbed from the rear flat-deck of the ship. Pensive and neutral, he watched as the arm of the crane lowered the remains of the Jester to the flatbed, the shapes vague in the fog. The only background music was the muted hoot of fog-horns out in the bay, and the muffled shouts of foremen and workers around the small yard owned by the parent company for the salvage operation. That too was a front for the LDF, naturally.
Behind him, a hatch door creaked, and he reluctantly pulled himself back from maudlin thoughts and the whispers of ghostly voices in the fog. Turning, he saw Lucette Stirling, the captain of the ship and another good friend. Like him, the mare was dressed for the damp chill of the bay and wore a long, drawn expression.
"I knew I'd find you up here," she said in a quiet, strong voice. "It's where you always come when you're miserable or want to be alone."
"Not just me," he answered in his own rumbling tone. "I think it's everyones' quiet place. Ship this small, it's one of the only places to get away. Did you need me for something?"
She paused, coming to join him at the rail, and pursing her own lips as she saw the remains of the Jester being covered by a tarp on the back of the civilian low-loader. Flicking her braid aside in a twitch that betrayed her feelings, she studied his face with cool blue eyes before looking down as another transport entered the dock.
"The new pilot is coming aboard... I thought you should meet her. I know it's only been a week, but-"
"It's okay," he answered, looking down as the vehicle pulled up. "There's no point hanging around any longer. The more we wait, the more time we spend wallowing. I'd rather get back to work. At least then we're all busy".
"Yeah," she said with a nod, following his gaze as the tarp began to be pulled back and the shape of a new GEAR was revealed. "There's already a mission for us. They want us to go across the border to the East, into Iyuli and extract a defector... sounds like a walk in the park, as always, and a good way to throw ourselves back in."
"Do you think she's going to fit in," Ro asked as he squinted down at the shape of the pilot.
"Only one way to find out," Stirling replied. "Come on. And try not to look so... you".

A handful of minutes later, Ro stood at ground level on the dock, concrete beneath his boots. The crane was in motion once again, ready to haul the new GEAR aboard, and he stood with his hands in pockets, ready to welcome the new pilot aboard. She was a vulpine; lithe long haired and beautiful, especially her large and expressive eyes and had an air of alertness, confidence and interest to her. He stood by warily and with a look of interest as Stirling stepped forward and introduced herself.
"Lilly," she said by way of greeting, omitting rank as was normal for their unit. "Welcome to our group. I'm Captain Stirling-" the 'captain' referring to her position on the ship "-and this is Mr Razen. I'm sure he'll make his own introduction. We're looking forward to having you join us"
"Hi," said Ro after a long moment. "I'm Rolen. You can call me Razer or 'R.R' if you like. Nice to meet you".

GEARs Redux [Winter & Silverwind Blade]

Well, I hope your hand is feeling better, as mine is pretty much fine for typing and mouse-ing now too. I also dropped a bunch of stuff I wasn't enjoying any more so that I've got a bit more free time, and made some resolutions to myself to be a bit nicer to me about my hobbies (i.e., they're supposed to be fun and not a chore, so only do them when they're fun).
So, that in mind - I'm eager to get this started. I'm pretty up for just diving right in if you are? I'm tossing a few ideas back and forth for a longer-range plot, and in true tradition, I figure I've got a skeleton, and I can fill in the blanks as we go along, and always change things about after we discuss them - after all, there's only two of us, so it's much easier to exchange ideas for plot that way and build the story together.

I can get a post up IC now, and then you can reply whenever you like, and we'll go from there.

Oh, and I'll sort my picture out in a minute too!