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

All looks good to me, your GEAR is slightly underarmed, but then as they all have hardpoints, you can equip what you want or need for each mission.

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

I've also edited my CS on the characters tab so it looks right, and also added Irry's sheet back to there as well, after it went missing.

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

NPC Character Sheet
Character Name: Iriana 'Irry' Jacquo
Age: 29
Species:Red Panda
Appearance:
Irry
Personality:
Confident, with a good-humoured sharp tongue, Irry is irrepressibly smart and quick-witted, as well as tremendously pro-active and practical. This is not to say that she lacks in character or compassion, or that she is unfriendly.
Irry is very eager to speak to others around her, and to make friends, though she worries that her position as XO to the 'boss' puts her at a distance from others.
She is most dedicated to her position and enlistment in the LDF, and takes any combat role she is in seriously.
Personal History:
Irry is the sister of one of Silverwind's former comrades. The two met while he served with Irry's brother Marlen, in the original incarnation of the 101st Roughriders, and made good friends, and when the Roughriders were reformed, Silver requested Irry to serve alongside him due to her exceptional skills and memory, and she accepted due to the opportunity to get to know more about what happened to her brother for some closure, and to push her training and service in a different direction.
Personal Weapons and Equipment:
Standard LDF semi-automatic pistol and MBR (Modular Battle Rifle) Carbine. Utility/Fighting knife.
GEAR harness if piloting GEAR, or Infantry Battle Armour (non-powered armour) and load-bearing harness if in combat.

Irry has been issued a newly-built SGR-96B Barghest Special Operations GEAR, almost identical to Silverwinds, save for the lack of command-specific communications and control equipment.

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

I've added a new drop-down to the OP on the OOC thread detailing - briefly - what's happened in the game so far. Which, honestly, isn't actually that much.

If anyone else remembers anything important that I've missed out, please let me know and I'll add it in. Though, I am trying to steer away from too many references to particular personal incidents, as we've had so many people come and go, and its' supposed to be 'broad strokes' more than anything.

Hope this helps you newcomers with catching up a bit!

GEARs - An Anthropomorphic Sci-Fi Mecha Roleplay

Okay, great - hope you enjoy it all!

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

So, I managed to get a post up after all. It mostly finishes off the enemies. I'll do a separate one for the fireteam/Kellia, and also following up on Machine's last post too. Cart and I have been collaborating on a post also, and that should go up after.
Incubus and Shadowman, if you'd like to get response posts up, that would be awesome and I'll get IC replies up to them as soon as everything is squared away. This should move us on out of this battle, and into the aftermath, which takes us onto our next location, and into the opening up of the wider plot, and what's really going on.

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

A missile-team on a rooftop joined in with the bombardment of the GEAR Silver's team had been targeting. The same instant the mortar rounds hit it, their anti-tank missiles pummelled it from the other side, blasting one arm away above the elbow. The mortar rounds slammed the hi-tech, highly armoured machine in all directions, before the missiles fired by the one-eyed fox blasted aside the apparatus secured to its' back, and sent it collapsing to the ground. As Blade moved to close in, the enemy machine darted forward, ankle thrusters flaring. It dodged aside, and instead headed for Irry, who opened fire with her assault rifle/autocannon as it closed in. More chunks of armour blasted and flew away as it closed in. Blade made to move after her, but the third of the trio made that time to show himself, dropping from the sky on back-mounted thrusters. Blade swiftly moved aside, dodging the fly-kick and burst of laser fire, but not far enough to avoid taking a beam down the right side of his machine. Status reports blinked to red, and the arm became jerky and unresponsive as he tried to bring himself to bear. Irry was similarly engaged in close up and personal combat with the other machine.
"Shit," he growled. "Nawlin, help Jacquo! I've got this bastard!"
He ducked as the enemy machine raised its' arm to fire, and instead charged forward, ramming the machine with a grinding of metal and composite, and shoving it off-balance. Left hand and arm still functional, he drew the Harlocks' combat blade and flipped it into a reversed stabbing-grip, jamming the blade toward the hostile machine. Armour screeched in protest, but the blade found a purchase, digging through. He followed up with a close range barrage of fire from the head-mounted machine guns. The rounds did nothing more than aggrevate the enemy machine, but it was further distraction as he wedged the blade upward, leaving scoring, scarring marks across the enemy machines' armour.
He yelled blindly; but it was in vain. The hostile machine smashed his GEAR aside almost as an afterthought, before slamming one foot down onto its' already damaged left arm. A pulse of the forearm-mounted lasers sheared through the Harlocks' right arm, and it reared back, smashing it's armoured feet down onto the grey-cammo GEARs thighs, further crippling the machine. Blade grimaced and snarled inside the cockpit; his machine was functionally immobilized, near destroyed - and if the enemy had their way, it would be. Find something, anything, he frantically thought to himself, looking around the cockpit with his single eye wide, and his heart hammering. Memories of burning cockpits, of bright, sense-hammering explosions and searing pain clawed their way from the depths, and he looked. His eye fell on the mortar and missile controls, still green and active. With a gurgling howl of defiance, he trained both crosshairs pointblank on the enemy and hammered the fire controls.

***

At the other location, the remaining enemy machine, heavily damaged and smoking, valiantly continued to fight. As Aihara targeted it, it tried to leap, the jets on its' back and legs flaring. It took more altitude than any jump-equipped GEAR would normally, and with far more agility and grace than most, but it was too heavily damaged to sustain it. Under fire from the precise, aimed shots of Kuraiko, it wobbled and dropped, crashing half into a storefront and entangling itself in the street furniture outside and parked vehicles. A heavy weapons infantry team opened up on it at the same instant, further peppering it with fire and leaving smoking holes in its' exposed flank from their anti-armour rockets and anti-materiel rifles, before it sprayed them with flechettes, leaving them as ragged, bloody shapes on the asphalt. As Kuraiko's gunfire picked further at its' joints, it was like a slow, painful death; the death of a thousand cuts. Armour flaked and flayed away as the machine swayed and staggered closer. Smoke and sparks issued from joints, and wiring unfurled. It got closer, close enough to fire a withering particle cannon burst that lashed out wide, missing Kuraiko's GEAR and instead slicing a path through the hull of Adrian's evading GEAR, which skidded sideways into an abandoned bus. Within inches of the Blitzkrieg, it staggered, reaching out with one smoking hand, the fingertips scratching down the GEARs' chest armour with a screech before it collapsed, smoking, to the ground.

***

The enemy GEAR was engulfed in a sheet of smoke and fire on Silverwinds' sensors. The feedback at such close range muddled all of his information, and he felt his heart hammer against his ribs, his stomach churning in fear and doubt. Every inch of his fur was pricked and his nerves felt raw.
No, he thought in disbelief.
The enemy GEAR, blackened, near burning, and with half of its' armour and limbs virtually missing, dragged itself limply into the sky, trailing cabling and thick, oily smoke. Back-mounted engines gave it lift, and he watch, jaw dropped, as it flew away, angling for the hovering transport craft in the near distance, duelling with the Skyhawk.
Dimly, he became aware that Aihara had asked him something, but his ears were ringing, and the GEARs' comms were full of hissing, popping static and intermittent cutouts. Sparks showered the cockpit, and the smell of acrid smoke was coming from somewhere. Reluctantly, he reached for the emergency hatch release. His GEAR was done.

Down the street, Irry was in her own struggle. The last remaining Southern GEAR had smashed her back into a wall, pinning her in a narrow alley. Her Harlock-EW wasn't made for close-up combat; it was an ECM/EW machine. Nonetheless, it was armed, and she was a GEAR pilot. So, she threw herself into the battle. A growl, and she bared her teeth, pumping 40mm hi-ex grenades as the enemy closed in, explosions blanketing and bracketing its' imposing form. Shrapnel and concussions scored its' frame, and creased divots into the armour, before she opened up with the underbarrel shotgun on her GEARs' rifle. It replied with blasts of laser fire, slicing one arm clean off of the Harlock. Irry skidded her machine back on its' foot wheels, blasting chaff and flares into the enemies' face, and drawing her hatchet as it closed in, the pair busting through a fence and onto a quartet of basketball courts between apartment buildings.
"Nawlin- Mike!" She yelled into her helmets' mic. "I need some help over here, this guy is planning on cutting me up bit by bit!"
Another laser blast sliced through her GEARs' head, cutting off her visual, and she yelped in fear, smashing emergency release toggles. The top half of her hatch blew away, and the light of early evening flooded in, and she winced. As her eyes refocused, she felt a spear of dread stab into her. The enemy machine was right there, it's head swivelling with a slight whine as it focused on her, and raised one fist. She remembered the sight of the friendly soldiers turned into chunks of gore, and shielded the open cockpit with the remaining stump of her machines' left arm while leaning into a crouch.
"Mike," she panted into the radio. "I'm going to rush him, grapple him in tight and get him with the axe. Once he's immobilized, hammer him with everything you've got!"
Slamming the throttle and sticks forward, the red panda gave a valkyrie yell as the Harlocks feet pounded across the surface of the courts. She swung the axe with all the mechanical might her machine could muster and it sung through the air with a howl of air, smashing deep into the 'ribs' of the hostile machine. She charged with the momentum, shoulders crashing into its' chest and feet screeching across the asphalt as they got purchase, shoving the enemy through the posts and wire of the hoops and fences and slamming it against the wall of one of the buildings, brick and debris raining down. Her GEAR collapsed to its' knees as the enemy hammered at its' back and shoulders with its' fists, before she reoriented. Red warning lights were flashing across the cockpit; more so as a searing lance of blue energy flashed from somewhere over her head, close enough for her to feel the heat. The entire panel lit up with 'CAUTION: UHD DAMAGE, POWER CRITICAL'. Enough remained to lock the machines' arm in place around the enemies' waist and orient the torso of her machine vertical. Reluctantly, she flipped a finger at the white-painted and battered enemy, before pulling her ejection handles.
The enemy thrashed, immobilized as she shot skyward on a pillar of flame. Lasers began to cut through the arm holding the machine in place as it struggled to break free.

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

I'll get a summary of plot events up ASAP, as alas I don't quite have time to do it right now. I think only about a month and a half at maximum has actually passed in game time. It's probably actually significantly less than that, which is one of my issues with things dragging so far.

The docs linked at the beginning of the OOC cover world history as it still stands, and it hasn't changed so far.

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

@Silverwind Blade Mind if I give some life to a small monarchy that was forcibly annexed by the Empire in my new char's bio?

Sure thing, that would work. A few more independent states would fit in nicely, as I intend for us to visit a few more of them in the future. I was also planning on doing a map of Arvara shortly, so if you let me know where it is, I can put it on there (well, other than being somewhere north of Landren).

Just remember that Arvaran history is actually very short, and it's an artificially created society, so there aren't really a lot of customs, rituals, etc. However, I can see a monarchy arising from a family being influential and charismatic in a particular community or territory.

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

From my understanding the mechs take a more realistic approach, I'm picturing the Titans from Titanfall. Would that be a close approximation?

I don't know much about Titanfall, as I haven't played the game (I don't currently own a next-gen console). But from what I have seen of the mecha from that game, then sure. That, Gundam (Especially the Universal Century series and excluding G-Gundam), Macross, Patlabor, VOTOMS - basically anything where the mecha are mass-produced weapons of warfare equipped with recognisable weaponry and equipment, rather than flashy super-attacks, summoning your mecha, and fighting the monster-of-the-week.
Or shouting. Lots of shouting.

The info sheet about the GEARs in the OP has all the info you'll need about how they fit into the setting and their characteristics. This TV Tropes page has some good info too.

It's not looking likely I'll manage to get an IC post up tonight, due to over-running on other things I had to do. I'm busy with birthday celebrations until Sunday afternoon, so I'll try and get one up then. Sorry for the delays.