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The Fumes of War: A Dieselpunk Nation RP

Austratzia's (my light purple) claim was rescinded. That is all, thank you.

The Fumes of War- A 20th Century 'Punk' Nation RP

You had me at Iron Harvest ... but the rest is cool too.

These Dark Stars

I've more or less skimmed most of this. Do people want me to rain science on this parade or nah?

These Dark Stars

I really wanna be interested .... but I'm stretched way too thin at the moment.

[Reboot] Ｔｅｒｒａ ＿ ｒ：Ｅｖｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ

Tables, bodies, shattered glass, casings, blood ... battle debris buried the floor. Huddled low amidst the chaos, Kira moved purposefully through the flanks. Corpses and wreckage made firm footing a scarce find that demanded careful attention. ‘Ten rounds.’ Her flanking movement had yet to be detected. Most of the shouting from the security team had ceased its existence. Most of the security team itself had also ceased its existence. She found the opening she wanted with two assailants in minimal armor in a line from her. She slinked out of her concealed position and fired once.

The crack of the gauss driver was louder than most of the weapons fire heard so far. ‘Nine rounds. Two bodies fell to the floor, gaping holes torn through each of their chests. The operative stalked away from the position, searching for another opening. Her shots drew attention from the enemies to her old position. Methodical movement made that fixation into a useful distraction. Kira continued to exist on their flank even as their attention rotated. Another hostile unwittingly found himself in a vulnerable position. The crimson samurai helmet couldn’t stop magnetically accelerated shot. ‘Eight rounds.’

Kira wanted an officer, a leader of some kind she could blow the head off of. Breaking the chain of command was incredibly disruptive to an assault. This rag-tag team seemed to be every man for himself. Kira noted as much as she found yet another tango oblivious to her new location. The rest of them were promptly alerted, while the mark never even heard the gunshot before his heart and part of his lung were blasted from his body. ‘Seven rounds.’ That managed to get their attention. This time her movement was slower, hiding from a spray of retaliatory fire.

Bullets had eroded any hard cover available. Even soft cover – just enough material to break line of sight – was running scarce. Kira had just run out of it. There was no longer anywhere for her to move without stepping into automatic gunfire. Her position would be hosed down as soon as she fired back unless she found, or made, a gap in the pattern of fire. She was trained to analyze patterns of enemies in an instant. From memory she made a decision on who to take out, and took the shot. ‘Six rounds.’ She saw the body recoil from the impact the instant she let the round fly. Reflexively she launched herself back the way she came, exploiting the momentary opening in the kill zones.

She made it to another covered position only to observe the sound of gunfire moving away. The untrained ear would never have noticed the distance, but Kira suspected they were backing off. She was around a corner that she was pretty sure couldn’t be penetrated by gunfire, but she also knew they had something particularly powerful with them. It had to be at least a .50 caliber AMR or a magnetic weapon, but the lower sound leaned more towards a high-caliber conventional ballistic firearm. She leaned herself around the corner to gather intel, also taking a shot at no one combatant in particular. ‘Five rounds.’

Indeed they were falling back, and in different directions. Whatever coordination they had was coming to an end, which worked to her advantage. There were two moving towards the street exit, and there was a burly soldier with a large automatic weapon eyeing her position headed towards the alley door. The instant she heard the alley door slam shut she bolted from around the corner towards the street. She kicked her way through the door, looking left and right for the hostiles. Both had taken off running. At first she gave chase, but then came to a stop to stabilize a shot. Now outside, the crack of her gauss driver echoed louder than any gunfire heard that night. One of the fleeing hostiles had his leg give out from under him, his kneecap having just been reduced to dust by Kira’s well-placed shot. ‘Four rounds.’
The second turned to defend his screaming comrade, but Kira lined up her shot faster. The shot to the throat nearly tore his head from his shoulders. Kira turned from the dead body and its writhing compatriot. “Anyone copy? Who’s not dead, report!”

Only four including Chief Hardass responded. A familiar voice – one with a traditional accent – came over the channel, “Response team has arrived.”
Kira turned around as several SUVs filled with JPN’s goons pulled up. Company Man from the train earlier got out of the lead vehicle. “Takeda-san,” he acknowledged with a bow, Kira returning the gesture, “we have delayed EPA as much as we can, however they will want to process the scene. We must work quickly.”
She nodded in acknowledgement, surveying the numerous agents already springing into action documenting the scene. “How would you like to handle your prisoner?”

For a minute Kira was confused, but a look over her shoulder revealed even more agents had arrived, and were dragging the bleeding bad guy out of the street. “Hmm ... kare o hebi no su ni nageru?” (“throw him in a serpent’s den?” – an Ori black site prison)
“How do you wish to interrogate him?” Company Man continued to speak with her in traditional Japanese, something only the upper portion of Ori could do. About half of the company personnel were hired locally in Europa, so the traditional language was usually only spoken between higher-ups in private conversation.
“I think the play is rendition. I should come with you to the site and make the approach.”
“You want to approach immediately?” Company Man inquired, surprised by the possibility.
“Nono. Let him sit for several hours. I need-” a yawn punctuated her answer, “a shred of rest before then. And coffee, definitely coffee. Large, double black, vanilla cream.”

Company Man just nodded and made a gesture to load up. Two agents had the wounded baddie cuffed and head-bagged and dragged his hobbling self to one of the vehicles. His leg was bandaged crudely but still bleeding. Kira followed and climbed into the passenger seat of the vehicle.

A little bit of reading material:

If I am in a position to make something happen on this front, it'll probably be All in a Day's Work or a fun sci-fi castaway concept. I'm overdue to restructure my current docket anyway with some things on there having died. I'll let you know if and when it's time to bounce ideas.

A little bit of reading material:

There are some things here that appeal to me. That said there needs to be schedule juggling before I can commit to anything. This is thus a very tentative affirmation of interest.

Rainbow Six/Military inspired Roleplay?

I've tried to run this in the past but it never made capacity. I'm concerned if you generalize too much for accessibility you'll lose the spirit of rainbow six: a team of specialist operators each bringing unique skills and equipment to a bordered counterterrorism force.

[Reboot] Ｔｅｒｒａ ＿ ｒ：Ｅｖｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ

Sure enough, a serving girl had passed through the lounge with a tray of small glasses of sake. It was a little out of place to be sipping sake here, but anything was better than that disgustingly sweet liquid. Even with the alcohol to dull her nerves there was this tingling sensation that refused to leave her. Her mind wanted to settle herself but even a slight intoxication could not take her body off edge. After a few minutes of the restlessness bothering her she left her seat and stepped to the back corner of the private area. It wasn’t very far from people but it would have to do. “Ever have the feeling that something isn’t quite right?” she muttered over the radio channel.

“Keep personal banter off comms, thank you.”
Chief Hardass wasn’t particularly helpful on the matter. “No just... hear me out,” she insisted, “something feels ... off. Confirm nobody else has anything of note?”
“Local EPA reported a minor hiccup with the security drones but it sounds like nothing. Stay to your post Takeda.”
A random patrolman countermanded Chief Hardass’ assertion. “Check that, delivery van coming down 31st street, kinda quick.”
“Keep an eye on it. Nobody break position until we have an actual incident.”
“Do we have a vehicle prepared to exfil the VIP?” Kira probed.
“Standing by.”

Kira’s paranoia had kicked into full gear. If she couldn’t settle before, there was no chance now. Hiero-san had taken notice to her restlessness. “Are you bothered, Takeda-san?”
“I’m fine ... it’s nothing.”
She refused to make eye contact with the sleazy womanizer. He did make her uncomfortable but not in any capacity she couldn’t hide. It was the paranoia that came with being an operative – an operative under duress mind you – that consistently got to her. She tried to relax, leaning back and closing her eyes for just a moment to unwind. Just a moment was all she could have however, as the peace was interrupted by the worst possible outcome. “INCOMING!”

She shot upright just as her ears were assaulted with what she first thought must be a bomb. It took a second to realize that the van had barreled head first into the building. Immediately she was in go-mode. She ignored the Sig and went straight for her gauss driver and put one right through the center of the windscreen. It didn’t look like she made contact with anything but she changed target anyway, directing her aim downwards and firing two slugs into the engine block. Disabling the probable getaway vehicle was an important first step, but now her attention needed to return to her assignment: protect Hiero-san. He, like most people at this rate, had dove for the ground. Unlike most people however, he didn’t get up and start running as the security forces and armed intruders began exchanging fire.

Her comms were a mess of various people yelling. She reported she was extracting the VIP and got right to it. She grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him to the back of the private area as far from sight as possible. “Listen to me,” she barked, “you do what I say when I say it and you will be fine. Understand?”
He nodded feverishly right before she pulled him to the ground to avoid a hail of bullets. “You see that back door there?” she pointed behind Hiero-san to a set of double doors near the rear alley, “When I pop up to shoot, you run. A car is there for you. DO NOT WAIT FOR ME.”
Again he nodded, and Kira drew the Sig. She gave a quick 3-2-1 countdown on her fingers, turned on a knee and popped up from cover to unload. The Sig didn’t kick nearly as hard as her gauss driver; her fire was laser-accurate. She put three and four round bursts of fire towards any clump of hostiles she could see. At just 9mm with an extended-grip magazine, she had a massive 24 rounds to burn. Her last trigger-pull echoed the telltale click of the firing pin on nothing but air – a sound somehow crystal clear in the cacophony of a firefight – just as Hiero-san made it to the alley door. She waved frantically for him to go. “Confirming VIP is secure. Go get ‘em Takeda.”

“With pleasure,” she snarled as she ducked from another volley of automatic weapons fire.
She reloaded the Sig and holstered it, going back to the hard-hitting gauss driver. She had heard a call that the hostiles had military grade armor somewhere in the frenzy. She hadn’t even had time to survey the situation herself ... and that wasn’t changing from her pinned-down position. All she knew was that the body count was unacceptably high, security was falling apart, and these guys meant business. The only option was quite clear: kill them quickly.

Honor to the Honorless (Alternative history Battletech RP)

If you're wanting adv. standards, then enforce that (most people who refuse to leave casual are more than capable of writing the adv. standard they're just afraid of the label). Get some advertising in casual or general as well to drum up interest but no reason you need to cut back on what you're asking for.