Stern Algorithm

Evolution of Conflict: A Sci-Fi Mecha 1x1 FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm

Tera considered herself fortunate to have been allowed to stay in the backlines, but although she didn't see anything, she had broken into the enemy's communication channels and could hear everything. However, there was no point bringing it up right now; she was here to comfort Claire. "Maybe you can ask the Lieutenant to assign you to the rear next time?" she offered.

The Victus Chronicles

Yes, I'd still like Order, please. And the festival competition arc you mentioned in your previous post sounds good.

The Victus Chronicles

"Oh!" Shelley remarked after Hoen told her of the hole in the fence. She stood up abruptly, then looked back down at her device, making sure to save her progress before putting it away. "T-thank you for telling me." She felt that it was fortunate he passed in front of her, otherwise, as had he said, she'd really be waiting at the front gate for a long time. She followed him to the hole, and waited for him to pass through. Shelley took her time going through, not wanting to get too many burrs on herself from the grass, nor wanting for any part of her clothes to catch on the chain link fence and tear; she'd have a hell of a time explaining how that happened to her mom.

"W-we should tell a custodian or janitor on Monday about this hole," Shelley said, for no other reason besides that it was 'against regulations'. Not really expecting Hoen to reply, she simply followed him to the rear of the gym where the others were waiting. None of the people here seemed to have that 'weak freshman' look, so she assumed they were probably all upperclassmen. She was really glad that Hoen passed by the front, because all these people had made it in here without her knowing. Shelley was surprised that a total of five people had this same parchment problem, though she didn't hear any dumb rumors about anyone else.

Evolution of Conflict: A Sci-Fi Mecha 1x1 FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm

Solomon exited Legion with a wide grin on his face, feeling great after his first successful combat mission. He was in such a good mood that he had for the time being, forgotten that Claire had given him lip, and approached the twins, saying, "Hey, Rivers, thanks for the support out there..." but he trailed off seeing how distraught she was. "Y-you'll get used to it eventually," he said, somewhat awkwardly as he turned and left, not wanting his good mood to be spoiled.

Israfil, who acted more as a demolitionist in this mission than a combatant, didn't experience the horrors of war and so wished to celebrate their first successful mission together as a team. More than anything, he was proud he didn't screw up and didn't get criticized for anything. As he approached however, Solomon, who was heading in the opposite direction, grabbed Israfil by the shoulder to stop him.

"Don't mind them," Solomon said, "They're being unnecessarily emotional over there. We did good out there today, didn't we?"

Israfil wanted to ask what Solomon meant, but ended up just answering his rhetorical question, "Yeah, mission successful..."

"Right, so we should be celebrating," Solomon said, turning Israfil away and pushing him towards the rear of the hangar. Israfil looked back over his shoulder, trying to see what was going on with the twins, but Solomon said, "Don't worry, when they buck up, I'm sure they'll join us. let's go to the cafeteria!"

"S-sure..." Israfil said, and let himself get led away.

After Orpheus was moved off the elevator and locked back into its spot, Fury came down on the elevator. Sion came out of his cog and went straight to Maya to confer with her. While they spoke among themselves, they slowly headed away. Sion looked back at Claire and Blythe, with a surprising look of sympathy on his face.

Tera approached slowly. "Please let me know if you'd like to be left alone or comforted," she said awkwardly. Humans had many needs and often failed to communicate their needs. Guessing was a fruitless endeavor, so Tera decided to simply ask, though she risked seeming like an ass.

The Victus Chronicles

No worries!

The Victus Chronicles

Shelley had noticed movement from her peripheral vision, but paid the approaching figure no heed as several people had walked by this street in the last 45 minutes. However when he talked to her, she looked up at him. "P-peon? N-no, I'm just..." she said until he pulled out the parchment, "Y-yeah...that..." It suddenly occurred to Shelley that she didn't remember grabbing the parchment on her way out. In a panic she looked through her purse, which her mother told her to always bring whenever she left the house even though she didn't like the idea of carrying a purse. She relaxed when she remembered stuffing the parchment into her purse the night before, and promptly located it.

"Whew...I-I thought I forgot to bring it..." Shelley sighed to herself. She looked up at Hoen, not recognizing him. "Y-you know what these papers are? Did your classmates spread rumors about you having a stalker as well?"

Evolution of Conflict: A Sci-Fi Mecha 1x1 FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm

On the way back to the hangar, Maya noticed Claire's silence and said, "You did a good job out there, all of you. And Claire," Maya said, using her first name, "I hope you don't resent me, but despite the fact that Asteria is more of a'medic'-type unit, your utility is best served in the front lines instead of the back. I mean, you kept the lance going and prevented us from getting overwhelmed. It's practically unheard of four mechanized units, no matter their power, to take on a force that size and come out of it practically unscathed. I guess what I'm trying to say is, you may have seen some things out there today that you didn't want to see, but if it wasn't us leading the offensive, then it would have been those Cepheus guys out there, and believe you me, they would have lost a lot more men trying to do what we did."

Maya wondered if such words would help. Was less people dying really that much better than more people dying if people died anyways? It was something that Maya, as a solider, tried not to think about, was conditioned not to think about, but she was well aware of the shock most people received when facing the horrors of war for the first time. Maya looked up at Orpheus, who was taking the elevator down, back into the hangar, and was glad that she had Israfil stay in the back, where as far as he was concerned, he was just shooting at some faceless, lifeless buildings. She could tell by the boy's demeanor that he wasn't mentally ready for this. Solomon on the other hand,hadn't surprised her, though that in itself was unsettling. The members of Homeworld were pretty much all Wildtypes, and Solomon seemed to have absolutely no problem gunning them down; she even heard a small chuckle as he blasted a small squad of enemy soldiers, their scorched and dismembered corpses plainly visible. Blythe seemed to be coping well, which Maya chalked up to Blythe being probably jaded. As for Tera, though Maya could tell she was a non-combatant at heart, she wondered if Tera had the ability to become a literal 'killing machine' the way she had seen Sion do before, them both being Quantums.

The cogs all docked in the hangar, so Maya dismissed everyone with, "Good job everyone. You can return to your routines until further notice. The Captain has notified me that the Incubator will be heading back into space. Get some rest."

Demeter's Resurrection: A Harvest Moon RP (Huge WIP, No prior knowledge of HM needed~)

You're welcome! My main beef with the creator though is that I can't change the pose, unlike the ones the GM posted. It also lacks body diversity, but chibi is chibi, I guess. I found another that you could change the pose, but it's in Japanese and won't let you select a skin tone other than white...MADNESS!

Evolution of Conflict: A Sci-Fi Mecha 1x1 FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm

With most of the corollary facilities destroyed, all that remained was the main base in front. But with most of mechanized units destroyed, all that remained of the enemy forces were ground troops, defending their base from the inside. Since the Planetary Defense Force wanted to storm the facility to capture potentially important information, and perhaps some of the leaders, the rest of the fight became one between ground troops, and the cogs were ordered to standby until the end of the operation. The pilots could hear on the comms, chatter from the PDF, something was making them uneasy, in particular, the insignia that seemed to be printed on many of the supply crates and shipping containers:

It was not the flag the enemy, 'Homeworld' used, though the Homeworld flag was also seen everywhere, and far outnumbering the unknown insignia. Due to the name 'Homeworld', and their stated mission of 'Independence from the Ascendancy', it was greatly presumed that Homeworld was secretly being funded by FAS in order to destabilize the Ascendancy. With the appearance of this new insignia, perhaps another party was involved.

The fighting soon ended, and all forces were ordered to withdraw. The general of the Cepheus PDF broadcasted a hearty statement of gratitude to the Incubator Concert and the cog pilots.

"Alright, let's head back," Maya said, leading the way back to the Incubator's hangar.

Steven Universe: Second Gem War

Amber had wondered why Steven, Garnet, and Amethyst didn't intervene, and started losing hope as the situation escalated. However, Citrine's gem began agitating and floated up into the air. Amber pulled back as Citrine reformed and confronted Halite. Something about Citrine made Amber feel calm, her previous sense of hopelessness leaving. Amber saw several gems leave before confirming whether or not the situation was completely defused yet, so decided to stay. Amber got up off the ground and stood behind Citrine. She summoned up enough courage to speak to Halite, hoping what she said wouldn't anger him further, "Not all gems here have fought or harmed other life...at least, I know I haven't." Though technically, she had killed the caretaker of her kindergarten, she had no memory of it. "I'm sure there are other gems bubbled up that are like me, and it wouldn't be right to judge them without at least letting them speak for themselves. You wouldn't do that, right?"