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Ubermensch
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Who's up for a good fight? See me if you like Jurassic Park, Mortal Kombat, and Cthulhu Mythos in one.
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I prefer group RPs and cooperation in between players. Usual characters are superhumans, half-human hybrids, cynics, and Nietzscheans. Usual settings are civil wars, blood feuds, and/or outside-context problems.
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Seamus was confident in dealing with aquatic settings. One snippet he learned about terrain is that it could make it or break it for battle. Tundra and water can help with keeping the NC cool. Fomorian benefited heavily from good placement too. What helps is that with heavy weapons, he could vary his ranges. The emergency melee weapon could help too if they get too close.
But good luck is needed for the enemies getting there. This is going to be a tough and decisive battle, but that's something his determination, bolstered will, and the luck of the Irish can easily handle. Hopefully his allies won't call him a leprechaun if it does happen. Fertilizer wasn't required...this time. Following his fellow squad-mates, the queen included, he sang a rebel song of his people.
Whenever and wherever he was deployed, he was ready to provide bombardments on enemy NC pilots. Vehicles were easy pickings in comparison from what he experienced. But NCs can provide quite a wallop. After all, they were a horse of a different color that needed different treatment. But Seamus was done with ruminating on his past engagements and thought he should boost morale with his rebel songs. As soon as he would be deployed with Fomorian, he radioed to Encarnación and the rest of his squad-mates, "Readying my weapons for engagement. I'll show them what the fighting Irish can do!"
But good luck is needed for the enemies getting there. This is going to be a tough and decisive battle, but that's something his determination, bolstered will, and the luck of the Irish can easily handle. Hopefully his allies won't call him a leprechaun if it does happen. Fertilizer wasn't required...this time. Following his fellow squad-mates, the queen included, he sang a rebel song of his people.
Whenever and wherever he was deployed, he was ready to provide bombardments on enemy NC pilots. Vehicles were easy pickings in comparison from what he experienced. But NCs can provide quite a wallop. After all, they were a horse of a different color that needed different treatment. But Seamus was done with ruminating on his past engagements and thought he should boost morale with his rebel songs. As soon as he would be deployed with Fomorian, he radioed to Encarnación and the rest of his squad-mates, "Readying my weapons for engagement. I'll show them what the fighting Irish can do!"
Osamu looked human to some, but there was something off about him. Besides from his behavior, Seamus saw...imperfections. these didn't seem natural at all. But it didn't seem like a robot either. The Irishman saw nothing more than an abomination that was excreted out of a syringe. The mutant wasn't even born properly, let alone raised properly.
Seamus was the new arrival, yet even he could see wrongness in all levels about Osamu. The more he looked onto the vat-grown being, the more he didn't want to see. This was an affront to the laws of nature! After Osamu stopped talking, Seamus had to take a minute to recover his composure. His will to fight was bolstered from a desire to eliminate the mutant once and for all.
"I am not to be bargained with..." Seamus himself was familiar with the use of terror. Not negotiating with terrorists, the lad curtly shot down the offer and didn't even think that the artificial human would hold up his end. Turning to the Spanish queen, he said with a roused tone, "We're taking down that shit-from-a-syringe!"
Osamu should not have talked rot. While Seamus indirectly insulted his own leaders, he had bit of a disdain for artificial humans. Transhumans and posthumans were one thing to him, but vat-born beings? That was a horse of a completely different color in his opinion. God made men, but science made them equal. It's NOT the other way around!
Seamus was the new arrival, yet even he could see wrongness in all levels about Osamu. The more he looked onto the vat-grown being, the more he didn't want to see. This was an affront to the laws of nature! After Osamu stopped talking, Seamus had to take a minute to recover his composure. His will to fight was bolstered from a desire to eliminate the mutant once and for all.
"I am not to be bargained with..." Seamus himself was familiar with the use of terror. Not negotiating with terrorists, the lad curtly shot down the offer and didn't even think that the artificial human would hold up his end. Turning to the Spanish queen, he said with a roused tone, "We're taking down that shit-from-a-syringe!"
Osamu should not have talked rot. While Seamus indirectly insulted his own leaders, he had bit of a disdain for artificial humans. Transhumans and posthumans were one thing to him, but vat-born beings? That was a horse of a completely different color in his opinion. God made men, but science made them equal. It's NOT the other way around!
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"A Guinness would be lovely! That's me favorite." His Irish heritage was slipping. Seamus always was so fond of the drink. In fact, he felt like he could not resist his mojo! This would fuel his social prowess.
The Irishman waited for others to join in on the drinks. Not fair if he and the queen had all the fun! After all, he only got plastered to have a good time. Not to just get by. The Irishman can brag that. Seamus also chuckled, "God invented alcohol for a reason. In victory, we deserve it. But in defeat, we need it."
While the Irishman loved his Guinness, he wasn't above other drinks. Irish whiskey can also be good in a pinch. Just about any drink of Irish origin he'd guzzle down, but even he had limits. Seamus was no Leprechaun and it was in his best interests to stay sober before a big fight.
The Irishman waited for others to join in on the drinks. Not fair if he and the queen had all the fun! After all, he only got plastered to have a good time. Not to just get by. The Irishman can brag that. Seamus also chuckled, "God invented alcohol for a reason. In victory, we deserve it. But in defeat, we need it."
While the Irishman loved his Guinness, he wasn't above other drinks. Irish whiskey can also be good in a pinch. Just about any drink of Irish origin he'd guzzle down, but even he had limits. Seamus was no Leprechaun and it was in his best interests to stay sober before a big fight.
Ronan rolled his eyes, annoyed at what Angeline did. "Seriously?" He had to blink twice to regain his composure. Nonetheless, he messaged to the group, "I need a distraction. Fire at will." He was ready to sneak across for some shoot and loot action.
Shahab and Laleh followed suit. "Pumping them full of lead!" Shahab readied his machinegun to blast a clone's head off with a barrage. Just as the barrage connected, sounds of an exploding watermelon came to the minds of any witness to the carnage. Laleh on the other hand gunned down the injured clone as they tried to run. The distraction was provided as the remaining enemies scrambled to cover.
Ronan was quick to exploit their fleeing retreat by quietly dashing across among the commotion. None of the sensors or eyes were able to pick up thanks to the speedy getaway. He was also able to flank the enemy too, with none of the robots aware of the commando on their tails. Two down, the rest to go. Ronan gave the signal for all operatives to open fire.
Shahab and Laleh followed suit. "Pumping them full of lead!" Shahab readied his machinegun to blast a clone's head off with a barrage. Just as the barrage connected, sounds of an exploding watermelon came to the minds of any witness to the carnage. Laleh on the other hand gunned down the injured clone as they tried to run. The distraction was provided as the remaining enemies scrambled to cover.
Ronan was quick to exploit their fleeing retreat by quietly dashing across among the commotion. None of the sensors or eyes were able to pick up thanks to the speedy getaway. He was also able to flank the enemy too, with none of the robots aware of the commando on their tails. Two down, the rest to go. Ronan gave the signal for all operatives to open fire.
Seamus was about to further socialize with the queen until he and Encarnacion were cut short by the dismissal. "I'm sorry your royal highness." After they were to be moved, Seamus then resumed when he can. Under a different environment that is. Sometimes it'll be a bit difficult without the power of Guinness.
Assuming the other socializing team were in the same page as he was, he'd tell others about himself only at the right time. "I'm a child of an agent NC pilot. Inherited the position all the way from Ireland too. For now, I'm just here to get the job done." He looked to see if there was a fridge near by. He could use a drink. So far, the queen looked like she could hold her liquor. Guinness was his main form of socialization, true to his roots.
So far, the queen seemed like an ally of convenience. While he has no intention of betraying his people, enemy of the enemy is the friend. They could easily discuss things over a drink. Though he wasn't a total drunkard, it would take more than just one pint to get Seamus plastered for a good time.
Assuming the other socializing team were in the same page as he was, he'd tell others about himself only at the right time. "I'm a child of an agent NC pilot. Inherited the position all the way from Ireland too. For now, I'm just here to get the job done." He looked to see if there was a fridge near by. He could use a drink. So far, the queen looked like she could hold her liquor. Guinness was his main form of socialization, true to his roots.
So far, the queen seemed like an ally of convenience. While he has no intention of betraying his people, enemy of the enemy is the friend. They could easily discuss things over a drink. Though he wasn't a total drunkard, it would take more than just one pint to get Seamus plastered for a good time.
Nonetheless, welcome back!
Ronan got closer to the convoy, seeing how ripe with supplies the disabled and destroyed vehicles were. However, something caught his ears. "Sensed a patrol up ahead." Ronan coldly alerted and gestured to his colleagues that he heard a patrol coming ahead. So far, the nature of the patrol was unknown until they approached. The two siblings readied their weapons, fully expecting resistance. "Overwatch!" Both were ready to unleash walls of lead upon any attacker. Good thing that Morgan and Ronan acted as eyes and ears for the squad.
The skull-masked commando trained his shotgun ready in case they go after the group. Instead of charging, he hunkered down and kept his eyes peeled. He was going deep as he expects the convoy to come loaded for bear. At this moment, he saw nothing, but he heard mechanical and squishy footsteps. Suspicions about what the group would face off against may turn out to be correct. Ronan then messaged to Soup, "Don't blow cover." If his message fell on blind eyes or deaf ears, Ronan may as well regret not bringing duct tape with him.
A patrol of six bots and clones revealed themselves. They were none the wiser of the group in ambush. They seemed to be looking to see if the coast is clear and buy time for the convoy to either recover or send a signal for rescue. As if booby traps were bad enough as they tried to take a shortcut, an ambush would certainly rub salt into their wounds. Both were armed with what seemed to be standard Emergence Entity equipment: carapace armor that appeared similarly to flak armor, assault rifles that operated with magnetic propulsion, and batons for use in a pinch. They certainly weren't expecting paramilitary force, but hooligans and criminals instead.
The skull-masked commando trained his shotgun ready in case they go after the group. Instead of charging, he hunkered down and kept his eyes peeled. He was going deep as he expects the convoy to come loaded for bear. At this moment, he saw nothing, but he heard mechanical and squishy footsteps. Suspicions about what the group would face off against may turn out to be correct. Ronan then messaged to Soup, "Don't blow cover." If his message fell on blind eyes or deaf ears, Ronan may as well regret not bringing duct tape with him.
A patrol of six bots and clones revealed themselves. They were none the wiser of the group in ambush. They seemed to be looking to see if the coast is clear and buy time for the convoy to either recover or send a signal for rescue. As if booby traps were bad enough as they tried to take a shortcut, an ambush would certainly rub salt into their wounds. Both were armed with what seemed to be standard Emergence Entity equipment: carapace armor that appeared similarly to flak armor, assault rifles that operated with magnetic propulsion, and batons for use in a pinch. They certainly weren't expecting paramilitary force, but hooligans and criminals instead.
Ronan merely rolled his eyes. Angeline was just plain tempting fate. He beckoned to the rest of the operatives to follow him. Knowing how to be quiet, the commando rappelled down quietly and took advantage of the dense forest cover. Ronan was on overwatch against any enemy patrols. "Overwatch..." Any enemy patrols that threaten the group, he had his shotgun trained on them. A machete was readied in case of close encounters too. Though in case the entire group needed a clean getaway and a distraction, a single flashbang was on his hip, ready to be thrown.
The siblings took hint and followed suit. They weren't as quiet as Ronan was, as Shahab had heavier weapons. Laleh readied her dart gun and her assault rifle. The dart gun can accept a variety of darts to mend or murder from a distance. She really hates close quarters battle as she found it too risky against Xenos. Shahab on the other hand was fond of louder means of combat. He still could melee in a pinch though, owing to his heavy weaponry. Machineguns and grenade launchers didn't seem to be suitable, but a buttstroke from either was powerful enough to bruise at best and fracture a skull at worst!
All three were in a triangular position, covering all potential angles they could. This mission required teamwork to pull it off well. Ronan whispered over the comms, "Don't fuck this up." Shahab and Laleh nodded, "No need to tell us twice."
The siblings took hint and followed suit. They weren't as quiet as Ronan was, as Shahab had heavier weapons. Laleh readied her dart gun and her assault rifle. The dart gun can accept a variety of darts to mend or murder from a distance. She really hates close quarters battle as she found it too risky against Xenos. Shahab on the other hand was fond of louder means of combat. He still could melee in a pinch though, owing to his heavy weaponry. Machineguns and grenade launchers didn't seem to be suitable, but a buttstroke from either was powerful enough to bruise at best and fracture a skull at worst!
All three were in a triangular position, covering all potential angles they could. This mission required teamwork to pull it off well. Ronan whispered over the comms, "Don't fuck this up." Shahab and Laleh nodded, "No need to tell us twice."
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