Steel Legion

Current Mood in One Gif

"One reminds me of spaghetti. The other reminds me of pastries."

Orion Asunder (Space Opera NRP)

WIP"lash"

Nation Name/Flag:

Nexans

Map Location: currently close to the three other nations

Migration Pattern

Government Type: Nomadic Military Tribe

Government & Society:

The Nexans are a warrior brotherhood first and a government second. This is encapsulated in their ethics. In battle it is not the highest rank that is that is considered officer, rather it is the squad member that is in the most pain. The wounded squad member is considered to have made the most sacrifice to the cause and therefore deserving of the most respect. This respect transcends traditional military insignia. And, provided that they are not overwhelmed by their wounds, they may go on to formulate the plan of attack.

“Nexans dont fight with their mind, they fight with their heart.” - Nexan proverb

The general battle plan is usually so well understood by the individual warrior, via aid of high-spec battlefield software, strategy training, years of battlefield experiance and high IQ attained via genetic modification that this method actually works quite well: units can operate when cut off from their command structure; officers have to lead from the front if they wish to attain rank; armchair generals are generally rare.

The average Nexan follows a Ascetic life style. They do not need many luxuries for themselves, though they do try to give them to others. Their primary concern is the freedom of the human race. They believe that nature has invested in them the ability and the right to set others free, and they will do it at all cost. Whether this belief is true or is some sort of genetic instinct which is a remnant of their genetic tampering is unknown. Due to this they live very carefree lifestyles, as long as something does not bring dishonor it is viewed as fair game.

"There are many wrongs but only one right." - Nexan proverb

When Nexans choose a specialization they try to complete it with the utmost attention and serenity. Whether its ship reactor maintenance or space suit design and manufacture or even mercantile trade, these things are always done alongside the responsibility of the brotherhood, rather than to exclusion of it. It is a bylaw that all officers and specialists must be combat-ready and complete the monthly assault course assessments.

Demographics: All Nexans are genetically modified and have above-human endurance, strength and toughness. They can regenerate lost limbs and organs over the course of many months. As such they all share many of the same genes. Due to this they are all actually much closer related than brothers. It is possible to join the Nexans, however you must accept the genetic mods to bring your abilities up to their level. So far there have been no aliens admitted, but this is not due to xenophobia.

"Do not seek to triumph over others, triumph over ones self is the long war" - Nexan proverb

Nexans often deploy younger "Acolytes" onto second-line roles on the battlefield, such as driving supply vehicles and erecting defenses. They are all given a universal general education with particular emphasis on mechanics and science. These Acolytes can strip and reassemble a rifle blindfolded by the age of 15. By the age of 20 they can perform martial arts blindfolded as well.

Resources for the war machine are often attained through capturing asteroids and are mined by automated machines. However the bulk of their armory is sustained by trading with generous alien races (some of which are unrecorded) and relics taken from enemy armies. The "Research Core" which is by far one of the largest departments in their military, is constantly unlocking the secrets of alien relics and testing new weaponry.

Military: (The fun part! What’s defending your nation in these uncertain times? You can provide as much or as little detail as you like. Can’t also forget, showing tons of pictures of what their soldiers, vehicles and ships look like :P)

Land

Weapon Select Beats

Nexan Rifleer

"Observe the Nexan Rifleer. These units became Rifleers out of choice, rather than circumstance. Each one of them is trained in other specialisms and put themselves forward to selection for Action-Teams. They are polymaths and a squad can just as easily contain an interpreter as it can sapper. They are to be viewed as unpredictable and handled with extreme caution." - Recovered Enemy Battlefield Manual

Class: Nexan Rifleer
Hight: 7"
Weight: 210lbs"
Skin Colour: Temperature Dependent
Hair Colour: Genetically Modified by choice
Eye Colour: Genetically Modified by choice

Armour: Reactive Armour (White areas), Speed enhancing synth-muscle (Black Areas), Tactical Hud Overlay, Multiband Sat-phone. x4 Hybrid Thermal/Night lenses with range focussing.

Racial Ability: Blood Rush

Rafleers' Rifle

Superweapon: Jackdaw


Size: ???
Speed: ???
Weapons: ???

Tactical Dread-Armour "Watson"

Size: ???
Speed: ???
Weapons: ??? "Polarity"

Medium Tank "Linebacker"


Size: ???
Speed: ???
Weapons: ???

Air

Superweapon: Big M


Size: ???
Speed: ???
Weapons: ???
Crew: "Pilots" and "Pit Crew".

Air Superiority Reconnisance: "Dart"



Size: Small
Speed: ???
Weapons: ???

Orbital Assault Gunship: "Knock-Knock"


Size: Medium
Speed: ???
Weapons: ???

Orbital Drop Troops "Freerider"

Similar to the Nexan Rifleer in almost every way except employing special armor, these units are capable of entering atmosphere and dropping in on any enemy formations at high speed using their "Plank". By far one of the most free-spirited and daring of the Nexans, they are usually employed en-mass as line breaker units; quickly approaching and overwhelming enemy front lines. Due to their extreme speed, reflexes and number, most enemy vehicles cannot cope with them.

Size: Small
Speed: ???
Weapons: x2 Missiles of unknown design, various small arms.
Armour: Orbital Armour capable of entering the atmosphere; usually made as light construction as possible and features ceramic polymer alloy.

Racial Ability: Blood Rush
Special Ability: Strafe

Fleet

Size: ???
Strength: ???
Composition: ???

Nexan Void Core:

Covert

Often utilising miniaturized versions of battlefield technology Covert is one of the main Nexan "Houses", others being "Research Core" and "Void" and so on. Members of Nexan can switch freely between each of the houses and during warfare this may happen spontaneously. Members of covert usually genetically modify their hair blonde.

Racial Ability: Blood Rush
Special Ability: Shock

History: WIP

Orion Asunder (Space Opera NRP)

Ok i have an idea for my nation.

A fighting nation aboard a large nomadic armada.

They have a strict moral code of defending the weak.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Prospector

Name: Fret Chappel
Species: Human (Earthican)
Appearance:



Augmentations: Fret has poor eyesight due to an injury sustained while he was in the pan Eurindian army. As such he has a cybernetic third eye implanted in his forehead which helps him to see and has all of the functionality of a smartphone of that time.
Magical affiliation: None developed yet.
Occupation: Prospector
Key skills: 1. Common Knowledge of War 2. Wilderness Survival 3. Technology
Backstory:

Fret was born to a family of 5 and was recruited out of school into the long range desert group. He saw action in the Himalayas and was present in battles between the Eurindian Technocracy and the Lunar Monarchy. The Lunar Monarchy having issued letters of marque that allowed the harassment and confiscation of goods and personnel from the Eurindian space ports and fleet. This state of affairs could not be allowed to continue.

The state of affairs that led to the creation of Eurindia was a period of techno-barbarism where warfare between rival cyber-enhanced humans vying for ownership or access to ever more advanced cyber technology and weaponry led to a complete collapse of the state. Out of this an extremely small group of enhanced humans formed the Eurindian Technocracy. During this period of unrest the Lunar colony reached ascendancy and formed a monarchy based on vast trading wealth from within the system.

Equipment:

Romer pattern rifleers rifle:

A solid projectile weapon given to line infantrymen of the Technocracy.

Stedholder pattern sidearm.

A backup weapon using solid projectiles and improved propellant.

Survival Bag.
A bag containing everything necessary to survive in the wilderness for weeks. Things included are an astronaut tent with warmth-conserving foil. Ration lamp to heat food via light. Miniature thorium "lifetime" battery of the Technocracy. Condensation collectors and poles. Improved aluminum boots. Sat-phone with backup parts. Oxygen scrubber canisters. Climbing ropes and tackle. Medi-gel. Ration foam. Maxi-fibre TM insulate clothing and bedding. Writing e-paper booklet. Knee pads. Hydrogen and Oxygen "tic-tacs". Prospectors pick and hand held diagnosticator. Cheap i-bay plastic astrolabe.

Music.

Music

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Prospector

Name: Fret Chappel
Species: Human (Earthican)
Appearance:



Augmentations: Fret has poor eyesight due to an injury sustained while he was in the pan Eurindian army. As such he has a cybernetic third eye implanted in his forehead which helps him to see and has all of the functionality of a smartphone of that time.
Magical affiliation: None developed yet.
Occupation: Prospector
Key skills: 1. Common Knowledge of War 2. Wilderness Survival 3. Technology
Backstory:

Fret was born to a family of 5 and was recruited out of school into the long range desert group. He saw action in the Himalayas and was present in battles between the Eurindian Technocracy and the Lunar Monarchy. The Lunar Monarchy having issued letters of marque that allowed the harassment and confiscation of goods and personnel from the Eurindian space ports and fleet. This state of affairs could not be allowed to continue.

The state of affairs that led to the creation of Eurindia was a period of techno-barbarism where warfare between rival cyber-enhanced humans vying for ownership or access to ever more advanced cyber technology and weaponry led to a complete collapse of the state. Out of this an extremely small group of enhanced humans formed the Eurindian Technocracy. During this period of unrest the Lunar colony reached ascendancy and formed a monarchy based on vast trading wealth from within the system.

Equipment:

Romer pattern rifleers rifle:

A solid projectile weapon given to line infantrymen of the Technocracy.

Stedholder pattern sidearm.

A backup weapon using solid projectiles and improved propellant.

Survival Bag.
A bag containing everything necessary to survive in the wilderness for weeks. Things included are an astronaut tent with warmth-conserving foil. Ration lamp to heat food via light. Miniature thorium "lifetime" battery of the Technocracy. Condensation collectors and poles. Improved aluminum boots. Sat-phone with backup parts. Oxygen scrubber canisters. Climbing ropes and tackle. Medi-gel. Ration foam. Maxi-fibre TM insulate clothing and bedding. Writing e-paper booklet. Knee pads. Hydrogen and Oxygen "tic-tacs". Prospectors pick and hand held diagnosticator. Cheap i-bay plastic astrolabe.

Music.

Music

balls

It didnt.

Warhammer 50k: The Second Age of Strife

Paolo Piacere

Primaris Psyker - Commander of Platoon 7 "Remnants"

The Zangors attention seemed to be less coordinated. They seemed to be searching for the psyker who had drained their witch cousin. Each strike they made seemed a little distracted and more watchful.

Still the men around him died. The deamon tzangoor easily batted aside the mono sword of an armsman and went to run him through with practiced ease. One man, a chef, then cleaved down on the tzangoors bicep with a chain cleaver from the kitchen as though he was waiting for this moment. It managed to completely separate the tzangoors sword arm from the body. The deamon screeched in anger turned, and the arm reconnected itself back onto where it had been separated. The deamon cursed at him.

Meanwhile Paolo was in melee with yet another. The Harakoni guardsman was trying to dodge attacks and find a weapon. He had drawn his stub pistol and was trying to unload it into the nearest threat. Pop-pop.

Paolo looked up from his crouch and saw his combat knives laying on the ground then his stomach lurched as if it had been picked up and thrown several meters and the surrounding ether seemed to crackle like a tesla coil.

"Oh no" he said
as he started to hear the pink horrors keening scream.

Gathering his senses he grabbed the Warhawk guardsman and pulled him back out of the frey.
"Grenades! Now at their back!"

The guardsman knew his orders and stepped back with the fury grenade taken from his belt.
For a single moment he tried to place himself outside of the fighting, into a state of calm.
And all went quet.
He flicked the pin out with his thumb one handedly.
The fury grenade, which was a large sized oddly shaped pineapple painted brown flew over the heads of the melee and even the beasts and expertly clattered off the roof to land behind the enemy line.
In a moment it exploded.
Unlike normal grenades, there was no shockwave or fragments. Instead a white sheet of flames shot up at the back of the tzaangors in between the advancing horrors. Instead of dying down the flames only increased and shot white hot tendrils lancing at the backs of the tzaangors. The air in the hallway became as hot as steam. The grenade just sat there spitting out a wall of flames for what felt like minutes but was only seconds.

The tzaangors screeched in surprise and pain.
"Good" the guardsman thought.
"they dont like flame, just as they say..."

Almost everything within range was completely conflagrated, the advancing cultists, the tzaangors and the pink horrors were forced to wind and alter their course mid air to halt their advance keening and crying.

There was, of course, friendly fire. Some of the Naval Armsman had to jump back as the crazed burning enemies tried to writhe and twist outside of the sheet of white-hot flame. However the flames bounced off of their flak armour and singed their hair only. The completely surprised chaos fell onto the waiting bayonets and chainswords and the Armsmen used this moment to enact generations of revenge upon them, with frightening force.

Paolo stood at the back ready to cast his next power.

Whispering a prayer to himself.
"In the name of the triumvirate, just as it was on Terra past..."

He raised his arms about him in a V to focus his energy.

"To armour those who are blessed..."

"They called it..."

"D R A K E S K I N"

Energy in the shape of a blue bubble burst forth from his body.

Every man of the imperium within range skin started to darken and char to that as black as a salamander's marine. The distractions of pain dulled to a mere background. The burning stopped.

Cultists blades that would have bit, now only grazed in shallow cuts.
The Anger and the fury of the Armsmen was not dissuaded by the distraction of both them and their allies turning charcoal black. In some ways it was as though a picture of art hanging in some gallery.

Eye of the Needle (where Sci-fi & Fantasy collide)

@Catharyn Maybe the lunar monarchy is the nice name for something thats more like the Italian mafia?

i intentionally left lots of parts vague.

Eye of the Needle (where Sci-fi & Fantasy collide)

WIP

Name: Fret Chappel
Species: Human (Earthican)
Appearance:



Augmentations: Fret has poor eyesight due to an injury sustained while he was in the pan Eurindian army. As such he has a cybernetic third eye implanted in his forehead which helps him to see and has all of the functionality of a smartphone of that time.
Magical affiliation: None developed yet.
Occupation: Prospector
Key skills: 1. Common Knowledge of War 2. Wilderness Survival 3. Technology
Backstory:

Fret was born to a family of 5 and was recruited out of school into the long range desert group. He saw action in the Himalayas and was present in battles between the Eurindian Technocracy and the Lunar Monarchy. The Lunar Monarchy having issued letters of marque that allowed the harassment and confiscation of goods and personnel from the Eurindian space ports and fleet. This state of affairs could not be allowed to continue.

The state of affairs that led to the creation of Eurindia was a period of techno-barbarism where warfare between rival cyber-enhanced humans vying for ownership or access to ever more advanced cyber technology and weaponry led to a complete collapse of the state. Out of this an extremely small group of enhanced humans formed the Eurindian Technocracy. During this period of unrest the Lunar colony reached ascendancy and formed a monarchy based on vast trading wealth from within the system.

Equipment:

Romer pattern rifleers rifle:

A solid projectile weapon given to line infantrymen of the Technocracy.

Stedholder pattern sidearm.

A backup weapon using solid projectiles and improved propellant.

Survival Bag.
A bag containing everything necessary to survive in the wilderness for weeks. Things included are an astronaut tent with warmth-conserving foil. Ration lamp to heat food via light. Miniature thorium "lifetime" battery of the Technocracy. Condensation collectors and poles. Improved aluminum boots. Sat-phone with backup parts. Oxygen scrubber canisters. Climbing ropes and tackle. Medi-gel. Ration foam. Maxi-fibre TM insulate clothing and bedding. Writing e-paper booklet. Knee pads. Hydrogen and Oxygen "tic-tacs". Prospectors pick and hand held diagnosticator. Cheap i-bay plastic astrolabe.

Music.
WIP