Rhona W

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Elaine had followed dutifully in Cecilia's wake with the others as they left the landship behind. The foot-wheels of her FRAME hummed softly as the machine skated over the uneven ground. Time and miles rolled away quickly over the half-hour they spent getting into position. For most of it, she had a good view of the back of one of the others' machines. They spread out as the ambush point came into view. It was classic; a road flanked by gently sloping embankments, wooded with trees and other foliage far enough apart to permit their movement but dense enough to shield them from view.

She took a crouched position, and then shut down her FRAME as commanded. She popped the hatch for ventilation, allowing cooler air to circulate inside the stuffy cockpit; with the power off, the environmentals were shut off too. Sitting in a dark, metal box with no air wasn't exactly great for pre-mission calm.

What seemed like no time at all passed, and the convoy hove into view. The redhead grimaced as she buttoned up the machine once more, switching to minimal backups, enough for visual sensors to be online.
Time to get interesting, she thought wryly as the convoy paused. Like Cecilia, she had a prickle of doubt climb up her throat as the targets paused. A flutter of anxiety spiked in her breast, before dying away as they moved on.
The other machines sprang to life as Cecilia's voice urged them into action.

Edwards' laser designator stabbed out, and ECM kicked off. She did the same adhering to her role and expertise. Moving from cover to cover, she cranked up her own ECM system and designated targets, handing off data to the others as she darted between trees, and advanced down the slope as the others engaged targets. She saw Maia move forward, acting on their orders. Enough cover was coming from the others that the redhead followed suit, backing up her team-mate with swift, short bursts of autocannon fire. The rifle-like weapon was tucked tight against the FRAME's shoulder as she danced the machine between cover, aiming for sensors, joints and weapons on the enemy machines. Like Maia, she had the aim of closing into close range. Her comrades were already providing pinning fire from the higher embankments of the road. It was a good time to start hitting harder.
Skidding down the slope, she darted her FRAME closer, snap-shooting in short, precise bursts at the head-sensors of the nearby Dreq, aiming to destroy and disable its' targeting alongside the blanket of jamming being blasted out by her Frame and Edwards'. As soon as she saw the head turn to a heap of scrap, she shifted her aim to the torso, aiming to cripple balancing systems, power and whatever other vulnerable and essential systems resided in the core of the machine.

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I loved reading everyone's posts as they all got moving. Sorry it took so long for me to chime in too!

I mean, I love the concept and all, but I screwed up, 'pparently, and I don't even want to bother with it anymore. Dunno if other people are amused by it and wanna see what stupid things he does next, but I'm feeling fairly crappy about my character now.

What everyone else has said - character interactions aren't personal ones, and it's not an attack against you either. And I'm looking forward to having my character work together with yours, and the pair of them learning from one another and trading off on skills and capabilities to do awesome shit together during the game.

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Elaine caught Bernards' look her way as she began to strap in and seal up her FRAME. She flashed a grin to the older man and returned his nod as she closed her own hatches. The glow of displays and readouts embraced her in a comforting haze and the web of straps and belts held her like a familiar lover as the hum of her machines' heart coming to life trembled through her body.
Status lights flicked to green and active as umbilicals disconnected and retracted and the FRAME took its' own weight. Voices burbled through the headset of her helmet as the rest of the unit checked in; she was among the last, calibrations to her FRAME having taken a little bit longer.
"Sorry to keep you all waiting," she added with a tone that held a hint of humor. "This is Morgan reporting. Raven's ready to go too."

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Elaine arched an eyebrow at the attempt by one of the newcomers to explain himself in depth, and the subsequent dressing down by Cecilia. His emphasis on battle management and support turned the thought in her that she would likely end up working a lot with the new pilots; her own role of reconnaissance and observation was very much along the same lines. Between them, they'd likely end up providing most of the tactical picture for the rest of the unit while on the field. Hopefully, though, he'd be a bit more assured and competent while they were under the guns of the 'bad guys' out in the real world.

Everyone seemed to be filing out and heading for the FRAME hangar, with little else left to say. Taking it as her cue to do the same, the redheaded pilot followed her comrades down the corridors and passages of the landship to the cathedral-like space that the machines occupied. Everyone set to work adjusting and checking their machines. It was a slight shock as Bernards' FRAME opened up to reveal him looking sleep-dishevelled inside the cockpit and greeting everyone. Elaine simply shook her head and gave a smirk toward the fellow pilot, adding a wave of acknowledgement.
She climbed up into her machine, fondly named 'Raven' and with a stylised image of the bird by the same name on one shoulder. She didn't close the hatch, but instead powered up the onboard computer systems for a self-test, and began to run through checklists, preferences and checks, making sure links were clear and established between her machine and the others, and also back to the ship. Likewise, she ran diagnostics on all onboard systems and weapons; no use being caught short in the field, and even if the techs had checked everything, double-checking was always worthwhile, and she liked having the piece of mind of knowing it was done.
As she worked, she glanced up and looked around at the others; they showed a range of reactions. Some eager to get into the fight, other showing cautious and measured approaches to their preparation. How much of that would show once they were out and into the thick of things? She was curious to see how it would go.

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It looks like Benson and Elaine could have a lot of crossover in their roles, and end up working together a lot, since I envisioned her being forward recon, observation and acting as a spotter, and since 'Calling in fire support' was mentioned in his explanation, it seems like there's a lot of overlap there.

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My IC is up; it's not very long, but says what it has to. Also, imagine Elaine's accent as Scottish, as that's what I had in mind for her when I created her.

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Elaine had settled lightly on one of the chairs in the room at the prompting of the Panthers' CO. She was familiar with Bentz and his aide from previous missions, and so far everything seemed straight-forward. Scuttlebutt had said that a group of new bodies were joining the unit, and she was quietly relieved to see it was true. The Panthers had been under-strength for a while, getting things back into working order would be good for everyone involved.
The orange-haired slip of a woman studied the illuminated map with a practiced eye and absorbed the information, flicking her gaze between various points as Bentz explained the situation to them all. The nuts-and-bolts of the op were, as things went, one of the more straight-forward tasks she'd heard of, and that was something to be glad about. A few more specifics wouldn't hurt though, she reasoned.
One of the new pilots opened up with a question, and she listened for the answer, before speaking up herself.
"Do we have any information on the numbers and strength of the security forces?" she asked, her strong accent distinctive in the quiet of the room, burring on the 'r's' in her sentence and a slight smile of familiarity directed toward Cecilia as she asked. "I'd like to know what we're up against as much as possible before we head in, and I make any adjustments I need".

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Elaine Morgan

Name: Elaine Morgan
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Disposition:
Sharp-witted and sharp-tongued, Elaine is almost a classical example of the fiery redhead. While she may be small in stature, she makes up for it with a larger-than-life sense of (occasionally dark) humour. Despite this, she is a professional when it comes to her skill for reconnaissance and observation.
Her humour also serves as a skin of armour around her more fragile heart, marred by past experiences she doesn't dwell on and only shares with those who have been around long enough to get to know her, and vice versa. Despite her barbed sense of humour, she is always careful to make sure those around her know her jibes and insults are only meant in good humour, and are not intended to be taken seriously, and to make sure that any positive thoughts and feelings she has toward other people are felt first.
Elaine is mostly compassionate and quite moral when dealing with others and conducting her duties to the Panthers and their clients. She hates to see others suffer, and will ruthlessly and efficiently deal with those who prey on the weakness of others, and use them to their own advantage. However, she has little sympathy for those who are unwilling to defend themselves or others when they have the ability.

Background:
Born in the UKE, Elaine grew up in a family with a smattering of military service on her fathers' side. He served in the Royal Estovian Navy, as a Fleet Air Arm pilot at first, before moving into a more desk-based role after the birth of Elaine and her brother Thomas. Elaine's mother was - and still is - a journalist, who was reporting from the field during a peace-keeping and disaster relief operation where Elaine's dad was part of the multi-national force sent.

Elaine grew up fascinated and intrigued by stories from both her parents, and her joining the RKE military was a given. She signed on with the Land Forces, captivated by a parade and demonstration some short years ago by FRAMES, showing off their agility and capabilities in a variety of theatrical and daring stunts and manoeuvers.

Elaine quickly turned from an gangling, awkward teenager into a competent and attractive woman and one with a strong set of personal and professional dedications and skills. Earning respect among her comrades and peers, she served in a small-scale operation overseas, seeing short, but violent bursts of combat, as well as more complex moral and political conflicts up close. The experience kindled a turbulent mass of thoughts and emotions within her, before her rotation back to the RKE. She carried the things she had seen with her for a long time, and went through a very rough patch of hard-drinking and destructive behaviour for several months, before one of her older and more experienced colleagues bought her around with hsi own stories and experiences, as well as a few short, sharp lessons. Learning from his example, she cleaned herself up and turned into the soldier she had always wanted to be and admired. Her second and third tours of duty were, as a result, some of her finest work, and those that earned her the notice of her superiors outside of her unit, after using her reconnaissance expertise to pinpoint enemy movements and positions with great accuracy and refinement.

Around her 33rd year of age, news came to her that her father had been captured overseas, after the country he was working in as part of the embassy staff had been consumed by a violent uprising. Despite her urging and her moderate level of accomplishment and achievements, she could do nothing to spur any form of action. All too late the word came to launch an operation to recover those held hostage; late enough that she had to hold her mother and brother as her father was executed live, for all to see.
Disgusted, jaded, and hollow inside, she went AWOL for weeks, before finally being picked up after being found wandering some backwoods town, so drunk she didn't know where she was, or what was even happening. Embarassed by everything to do with the situation, the RKE land forces quietly paid her and her family off, and discharged Elaine.
Bitter and still burning inside with the need to do something, Elaine forced herself into a second round of clean-up and travelled for a while, trading on her skills as a pilot to do cash-in-hand construction or other mundane work. Over the months, she found herself missing the military life, and it was after one of these jobs she got talking with a pilot, who pointed her in the direction of Mercenary life. After a bit of quiet scouting, someone recognized her, and offered her a position with the Panthers.
She mused over it for a while, before - surprisingly - her brother and mother both pushed her gently toward the role, seeing that as much as she missed her father, there were other things missing in her life too.
That was three years ago, and she hasn't looked back since. She still carries memories of her father with her, and keeps in regular touch with her family, using them as a grounding point for herself to the 'real world' out there.

Appearance:


Short, at barely scraping 5' 3", Elaine is petite and slender. Despite her age, she has a youthful complexion and appearance, looking like someone several years younger than her. Her bright red hair has only a few streaks of grey-white in it, and the mass of freckles masks the lines of her face. Her eyes are particularly bright and piercing, marking her skill as an excellent observer.

Inventory:

• Combat/survival knife
• Pilots' suit with ballistic armour and equipment harness
• Pilots' helmet
• Military-spec datapad strapped to right forearm
• Dust/Glare Goggles
• SMG with holographic sight, laser module, flashlight and detachable suppressor (shares suppressor with pistol).
• Standard semi-automatic handgun with underbarrel flashlight and detachable suppressor

Funds: 88,750c

Other: TBA

Raven

FRAME Sheet

Name: ACS-3G Zaruga ('Raven')
Manufacturer: Cradle Dynamics
Height: 4.1 meters (13'5")
Weight: 5230 kg (5.76 tons)
Armor: 20 mm durasteel alloy
Speed (Walk): 65 kph (40.3mph)
Speed (Skate): 91.6 kph (56.91mph)
Sensor range: 5 km (3.1 miles)
Communication range: 25 km (15.5 miles)
Operating range: 600 km (372.8 miles)
Extra Systems: ECM suite, laser target designator
Power: 130/14
Weight: 80

Armaments:

• 2 x MG27 LMG (head mounted)
• 1 x AFC-40/L Autocannon (hand-carried)
• 1 x MGR-2A Anti-Tank Missile (Mounted on left shoulder)

Supplemental Equipment & Systems

transactions/upgrades

Current Ledger Balance:
88,750c
14 weight/power remaining

Funds Received:
400,000c

New Transactions:

New Balance:
488,750c

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She looks good! Her funds are off though; we're stating with 600,000c, minus the FRAME and equipment costs. You'd have 88,750 left over.

Haha, maths is a terrible blind-spot of mine. I'll point out now that you and anyone else will probably end up correcting my sums, and that it won't be me trying to game the system or cheat, but instead just my ineptitude at arithmetic. Even with a calculator I still end up making mistakes xD

I'll change it when I copy her over to the characters tab, and then I'll work on getting an IC up too. Glad you like her!

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Managed to get my character and their machine earlier up than I expected. Hope they're both okay? I tried to follow everything as much as I could. I hope that her background section doesn't go against anything you had in mind either. I kind of pictured the UKE like the UK and some other European powers from the description, so I went with it.

Elaine Morgan

Name: Elaine Morgan
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Disposition:
Sharp-witted and sharp-tongued, Elaine is almost a classical example of the fiery redhead. While she may be small in stature, she makes up for it with a larger-than-life sense of (occasionally dark) humour. Despite this, she is a professional when it comes to her skill for reconnaissance and observation.
Her humour also serves as a skin of armour around her more fragile heart, marred by past experiences she doesn't dwell on and only shares with those who have been around long enough to get to know her, and vice versa. Despite her barbed sense of humour, she is always careful to make sure those around her know her jibes and insults are only meant in good humour, and are not intended to be taken seriously, and to make sure that any positive thoughts and feelings she has toward other people are felt first.
Elaine is mostly compassionate and quite moral when dealing with others and conducting her duties to the Panthers and their clients. She hates to see others suffer, and will ruthlessly and efficiently deal with those who prey on the weakness of others, and use them to their own advantage. However, she has little sympathy for those who are unwilling to defend themselves or others when they have the ability.

Background:
Born in the UKE, Elaine grew up in a family with a smattering of military service on her fathers' side. He served in the Royal Estovian Navy, as a Fleet Air Arm pilot at first, before moving into a more desk-based role after the birth of Elaine and her brother Thomas. Elaine's mother was - and still is - a journalist, who was reporting from the field during a peace-keeping and disaster relief operation where Elaine's dad was part of the multi-national force sent.

Elaine grew up fascinated and intrigued by stories from both her parents, and her joining the RKE military was a given. She signed on with the Land Forces, captivated by a parade and demonstration some short years ago by FRAMES, showing off their agility and capabilities in a variety of theatrical and daring stunts and manoeuvers.

Elaine quickly turned from an gangling, awkward teenager into a competent and attractive woman and one with a strong set of personal and professional dedications and skills. Earning respect among her comrades and peers, she served in a small-scale operation overseas, seeing short, but violent bursts of combat, as well as more complex moral and political conflicts up close. The experience kindled a turbulent mass of thoughts and emotions within her, before her rotation back to the RKE. She carried the things she had seen with her for a long time, and went through a very rough patch of hard-drinking and destructive behaviour for several months, before one of her older and more experienced colleagues bought her around with hsi own stories and experiences, as well as a few short, sharp lessons. Learning from his example, she cleaned herself up and turned into the soldier she had always wanted to be and admired. Her second and third tours of duty were, as a result, some of her finest work, and those that earned her the notice of her superiors outside of her unit, after using her reconnaissance expertise to pinpoint enemy movements and positions with great accuracy and refinement.

Around her 33rd year of age, news came to her that her father had been captured overseas, after the country he was working in as part of the embassy staff had been consumed by a violent uprising. Despite her urging and her moderate level of accomplishment and achievements, she could do nothing to spur any form of action. All too late the word came to launch an operation to recover those held hostage; late enough that she had to hold her mother and brother as her father was executed live, for all to see.
Disgusted, jaded, and hollow inside, she went AWOL for weeks, before finally being picked up after being found wandering some backwoods town, so drunk she didn't know where she was, or what was even happening. Embarassed by everything to do with the situation, the RKE land forces quietly paid her and her family off, and discharged Elaine.
Bitter and still burning inside with the need to do something, Elaine forced herself into a second round of clean-up and travelled for a while, trading on her skills as a pilot to do cash-in-hand construction or other mundane work. Over the months, she found herself missing the military life, and it was after one of these jobs she got talking with a pilot, who pointed her in the direction of Mercenary life. After a bit of quiet scouting, someone recognized her, and offered her a position with the Panthers.
She mused over it for a while, before - surprisingly - her brother and mother both pushed her gently toward the role, seeing that as much as she missed her father, there were other things missing in her life too.
That was three years ago, and she hasn't looked back since. She still carries memories of her father with her, and keeps in regular touch with her family, using them as a grounding point for herself to the 'real world' out there.

Appearance:


Short, at barely scraping 5' 3", Elaine is petite and slender. Despite her age, she has a youthful complexion and appearance, looking like someone several years younger than her. Her bright red hair has only a few streaks of grey-white in it, and the mass of freckles masks the lines of her face. Her eyes are particularly bright and piercing, marking her skill as an excellent observer.

Inventory:

• Combat/survival knife
• Pilots' suit with ballistic armour and equipment harness
• Pilots' helmet
• Military-spec datapad strapped to right forearm
• Dust/Glare Goggles
• SMG with holographic sight, laser module, flashlight and detachable suppressor (shares suppressor with pistol).
• Standard semi-automatic handgun with underbarrel flashlight and detachable suppressor

Funds: 425,750c

Other: TBA

Raven

FRAME Sheet

Name: ACS-3G Zaruga ('Raven')
Manufacturer: Cradle Dynamics
Height: 4.1 meters (13'5")
Weight: 5230 kg (5.76 tons)
Armor: 20 mm durasteel alloy
Speed (Walk): 65 kph (40.3mph)
Speed (Skate): 91.6 kph (56.91mph)
Sensor range: 5 km (3.1 miles)
Communication range: 25 km (15.5 miles)
Operating range: 600 km (372.8 miles)
Extra Systems: ECM suite, laser target designator
Power: 130/14
Weight: 80

Armaments:

• 2 x MG27 LMG (head mounted)
• 1 x AFC-40/L Autocannon (hand-carried)
• 1 x MGR-2A Anti-Tank Missile (Mounted on left shoulder)