SillyGoy

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

So, who wants to do a collab with good ol' Harold?

SPARTAN - The Exiles (Briefing Screen/Lobby)

The Hangar Carrier looks pretty nice, actually.

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@Meiyuki

You've successfully lured me with the promise of a bloody date. Let's do a collab when you're done with things on your end!

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Just posted. Elina is tired and has an inferiority complex. As for Vespa, I kind of want her to join Lorelai, but she knows that her lover can handle things by her own and that nursing Genoveve back to health is more important at the moment.

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Elina Ruvina

They had run for quite some time and distance, and Elina was tired. Her long silver hair, usually perfectly kept, was marred with more than just a few errand strands, and her forehead was laced with sweat. She was thankful that they'd finally stopped, and directly in front of the Castle. There, it was safe, and she could catch her breath. Elina was breathing quite hard. Perhaps she shouldn't have refused Vespa's occasional invitations to join her as the elder twin practiced her sword techniques. Just how out of shape was she?

Still, she managed to recover her aristocratic bearing and procure a small handkerchief from an equally dainty pocket. With it, she wiped the sweat off of her face. Her normally pale cheeks were now rosy in color.

Werewolves. She was still trying to comprehend their significance, and the swiftness of their flight from the forest. Alexina was a brave woman, but for her to have fled so quickly... Elina did not know much about werewolves. Much of the lore she did know pertained to blood magic and necromancy. Vespa, by contrast, knew far more about those things than her, and was a vastly more talented witch, equal to or perhaps even surpassing the fiery Alexina beside her. There were Lorelai, Genoveve and Laina, too - all good people who seemed to know what they were after. All who seemed to be Elina's total opposites.

The pain in her limbs, borne out of exhaustion, came to underscore the centerpiece of Elina's thoughts at the moment: that she was, out of all the members of Castle Bloodrose, the most inferior and the weakest witch. Perhaps even a liability. These were notions not at all unfamiliar to her by any means, but ones that were quite frequent, especially recently. There were werewolves back there. If Alexina hadn't been there for her and she lingered in the forest instead... the silver-haired girl shuddered.

Somehow, she managed a smile. Luna too looked worse for wear. Gently, she picked the cat up and let it rest upon her bosom.

"I'm a little tired," she said, "but I'd be more than happy to accompany you to Lady Bloodrose."

@Aerandir@Ellion

Sollus Supremus (Dune-like Space Opera)

Just posted!

Edit: In anticipation of conflict, I have updated the info on the Wo's military, specifically their space fleet.

Sollus Supremus (Dune-like Space Opera)

Union/Wo Border, Eastern Fringes

The Harmony was undoubtedly a crowded place. In every way, one could have described it as a digital metropolis filled to the brim with electronic ghosts, where a solar day in realspace took only a minute to pass there by contrast. It was a place where anything and everything was possible and everyone was a god. Truly a marvel of engineering, the infrastructure required to support such a massive network consumed the very surface of the Wo's homeworld. No forests or deserts or oceans existed anymore to give variety to Hi's appearance. Instead, now it was a ball of black metal glowing with lines of blue light, surrounded by the most sophisticated of orbital defense batteries so dense that xeno astronomers were justified in classifying the deadly formation as the planet's ring - if they somehow found out about their existence.

Ngo Dinh Diem contented himself in the fact that his homeworld's secrecy and security were both absolute and undefeatable. A middle-ranking Guard, he also prided himself in his role to keep the safety of his people true. As such, when he sent out his ghostly tendrils to man his beloved ship, the Auspicious Crane, he felt no sadness in leaving the eternal pleasure of the Harmony. The moans and the laughter, of such great number and intensity that he heard them even within his Brotherhood's cloistered simulation, abruptly ceased to be the moment his conscience was tethered to the Crane's computer architecture. Now there was only the silence of the Void, the twinkling of the distant stars, and the coming-and-going of a steady stream of Harmonic ships from his new perspective by the close orbit of Hi's moon, Kii.

He then felt a shiver throughout the hull. Routine maintenance upon his warship had finished, right on schedule, and the docking clamps of the Great Shipyard had let go of the vessel. The Crane's kilometer and a half of metal was left drifting for a moment, before its thrusters at the rear came to an eerie blue life, and the ship gracefully maneuvered out of its berth. Almost immediately, a far greater warship took the Crane's former place - the battleship Solar Flare, of an incredible fifteen kilometers long, and so wide that it had to be docked right-side up. All the while, Ngo had been conversing with ship captains and other members of the Guard, and particularly with Sun Go-Yang, a well-respected Hero and the commander of the Solar Flare, swapping news and rumors on top of the usual formal dockyard chatter.

It was going to be a routine patrol, just like the thousand others that he'd completed. Yet the monotony of the task would not dissuade Ngo - he was far too disciplined for that. Calm and relaxed but alert, he steadied the Crane before the swirling, hyperdimensional maw of the first relay station, before resolutely setting throttle to full. He closed his eyes, then, as the Crane transitioned into a world of madness. There was no point looking into insanity's face. Only when it was finished did he open his eyes again, a hundred star systems away in an instant, before piloting his cruiser to the next relay station and jumping five more times.

Ren Xei Tang's cruiser, the Benevolent Wyvern, was already at the gate. He flashed his thanks to Ngo for relieving him, and Ngo flashed a you're welcome in return, as courtesy demanded. So began what was going to be a year of patrols as the Wyvern zoomed into the wormhole behind him: a collection of empty moments and grand celestial vistas separated by quick bursts of the hyperdrive.

At least, that was how it was supposed to have gone. On his second hyperdrive jump, the Crane's sensors pinged with contacts - five, in fact. Three uniquely-shaped objects displaying electromagnetic activity consistent with xeno ship operations, and two that appeared to be dead. Of the two deceased hulks, one was of a large size and lodged onto the cratered face of a barren world, while the other, a tiny capsule of sorts, flew freely in a standoff between the three active ships.

Ngo laughed, his curiosity piqued, sending electronic vibrations up and down the spine of his beloved ship. "Well," he thought aloud, "this has never happened before."

Almost immediately then, he gave more power to the laser turrets, waking them from sleep and setting them from pre-heat to active. The Crane's thrusters flared as he set speed from a leisurely three-fourths to the slow battle speed of one-half. Turning the electronic helm, he pointed the bow directly towards the xeno ships. He could see them as clear as day - the dust cloud wherein they lingered was easily defeated by his ship's sensors.

The only thing left now was to send a message, but in what language? He had many to choose from. Indeed, it was wise to have the most recent Murderer Virii send back information to the Harmony as they were destroying an intruding ship's vitals. Of course, the luxury of such sophisticated electronic warfare suites out here on the very edges of Wo space was nonexistent. Here, the task of defense came upon manually-piloted patrol ships.

In the end, Ngo transmitted the message in all the languages installed in his ship's library, playing in sequence and in loop. First it was in Quelsoc, then Savarog, then Sol Standard and so on - but the message was short and simple, and the computer-generated voice that delivered it appropriately menacing:

"YOU ARE INTRUDING UPON HARMONIC SPACE. LEAVE NOW OR BE PURGED."

@Monkeypants@Natsucooldude

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@Aerandir

Not much point, I think. She's currently being dragged about by Alexina, and there isn't a lot to write about that.

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Morning, cutie~

SPARTAN - The Exiles (Briefing Screen/Lobby)

I'll also get working on a sheet. It'll be up perhaps tomorrow.