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It is certainly not 'optimal', but it *is* doable, depending on what you want to do with it. You could go swords or valor bard and play them more like a warrior with some magical ability
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Nah, I'm okay with a covered gun pod, I just don't want it to look like a plain tube.

something like this one's gun fits the bill better with what I had in mind. Also, the shield is about what I envision for the Raptor too


and yeah if thats the case, I hope Raptors at least are more durable than modern day fightercraft. Or maybe have some EM jammers to fuck with the targeting somewhat, idk.


@vietmyke 20mm does seem to be on the heavier side of general purpose, but it's just big enough to squeeze in AMS viability. need to crunch some numbers on head size to see what kind of space AWs have for guns.

GAU-8 is an absolute beast. Warthog besthog. Though, if your Raptor Custom has something that big, where does it go when it converts to walker form? does it unclip and act like a handheld weapon? does it replace an arm like Airmech's Warthog?

One problem with just flat increases to round size is that the power increase isn't linear. 3 50mm rounds won't come close to a single 150mm. I'd say 100mm is about as big as any unmounted FAW weapon can ever hope to be. and round size would depend on a weapon's role.
spray'n'pray? 35mm.
controlled burst? 40-50mm.
marksman? 55-65mm.
anything over would edge into sniper/Anti-Vehicle territory based on space-combat against opposed fleets. This is all for slug-thrower rifles though.

Mobility is king. Tanks are common because they're efficient at carrying big loads and putting big slugs down range, but air superiority is more important. with a tank that walks upright and stands at 17m like the Scout, you go from around 5km view range to the horizon, all the way to 14.7km. 3x longer sight lines and high maneuverability on the ground makes you a bigger threat and less threatened because you can see them coming, and threaten them sooner. also maximum traverse is better on a mech than a tank.

Maybe AWs are equally durable, maybe more, can't really tell yet.

So I took a page from Macross/Robotech, and their whole shtick is fighter jets that transform into humanoid mechs, and have the gun placed in a removable 'gun pod' placed underneath the aircraft, which is then removed and held like an assault rifle when in its humanoid shape.


And regarding weapons, you also have to put into account changes in weapon technology, perhaps they're using better penetrators, denser cores, more efficient incendiaries, idk who knows.

Also I assume we'll be taking some creative storytelling liberties when it comes to combat, because though its realistic, just sitting out of visual or just inside visual range and shelling targets from kilometers away with even the lighter weapons doesn't sound incredibly exciting. I get the feeling people want to mix it up in melee and the mecha equivalent of 'CQC' range.
Now that that's done, any players want to try to pin down barrel sizes so we have a guide to go by if we want a boomstick or a peashooter?


I'm down, I have a couple thoughts on the topic myself.

Seems to me most people seem to be using 20mm as the standard for anti infantry/light vehicle work and point defense, which makes sense because many nato vessels use 20mm Vulcans for their close in work and point defense, but given the size of a Naval ship compared to an Arsenal Walker, I'd wager that's a bit high on the armament scale, especially given its weight and the weight of their primary weapons systems.

I personally think it's a bit on the high end (which is why I put my sparrowhawk's pd weapon at a rifle caliber) and also a bit overkill to be used for soft targets like infantry and light vehicles. I'd suggest scaling down to a 7.62 or a .50 Cal.

For other weapons, I tend to just take modern day equivalents and scale it up a little because future tech. Ie my sparrowhawk uses a GAU-11, which is based off the modern day GAU-8, which is a 30mm Vulcan that makes the brrrrt sound that A-10s are famous for. So since it's the future, I scaled it up to 35mm

I guess in the terms of this world, I'd consider something like 35mm to be a 'low' caliber weapon.

Since it would make the most sense for Federation units to use similar ammunition, perhaps a 60mm shell for 'rifle' style weapons and a 150mm shell for the rail guns and heavier weaponry? Or if that seems a bit on the high side, scale it down to like 120mm?

I guess the power scale also depends on how quick AWs are taken down with conventional weapons. I assume the warriors are capable of taking at least one tank shell to the chest, otherwise why wouldnt they just stick to tanks?- tanks have a shorter profile and I imagine easier to train for, and are pretty mobile.

Walkers I guess also have the advantage of being able to function in space, but I assume the armor of a standard Walker is armored enough to take some amount of heavy fire.
Also, unsure if this was already asked, but how do walkers organize and operate? Do we operate similar to modern day armor companies? Combined arms approach like today's mechanized infantry? Do we operate alongside traditional tanks and jets or are do we operate on our own?

Questions pertaining to Raptors specifically, the walker mode is incapable of flight, so when we change mid battle I assume we slow down and go close to ground before changing but how does walker to fighter work? Do the walker forms move fast enough to jump and perform short takeoffs without a dedicated runway? Or are they VTOL capable?
@Krayzikk Walker and pilot are ready for review at your leisure mon capitan.
edit: Aaannd done
sorry if I presumed too much about the 'standard' FAW-022, but in my head I imagined them to be a combination of the advanced avionics and mobility of the F-22 Raptor (which I assume they were named after), and the BRRRRRRRRTTT of an A-10 Warthog

@ArmorPlated I concur, I dont think people realize how big 20mm autocannons are. Thats the stuff they put on IFVs, or as a primary cannon for modern day fighter jets. That shit tears apart vehicles, nevermind what it does to the people inside them. Probably won't kill a tank- if you hit it dead on from the front anyway, but other IFVs, fighter jets, humvee equivalents? They're going down like people sliding into your DMs.

Also hi, interested and writing a character application
Sorry that took so long! Helping to prepare for/organize a funeral- a lot more effort than I thought it would be.
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The ramahk's bobbed in regular intervals as the two Inquisitors made their way down the Elder mountain. Had they not been heading off to battle, Galahad would've almost welcomed this excursion. The quiet, cool air around them, the familiar scents and scenery, these subtle reminders of the home that was no longer theirs only served to sour Galahad's mood and that sense of longing he had for so long been able to suppress. Coming home was a bad idea, all it had brought them was trouble- Tatiana's father, the demons in the glacier, his own reunion with his family, he would've been better off being ignorant to all of it. But alas ignorance was never Galahad's way, and he contented himself with brooding as his fist clenched and relaxed around the reins of his mount.

Tatiana was abnormally quiet during their travel- though given the recent circumstances he couldn't quite blame her. Galahad himself was never one for idle conversation, and generally fell into the role of a quiet companion for most trips. Only when the silence was too much, too awkward to bear did Galahad finally open his mouth to break the silence, but before he could say anything, Tatiana spoke first.

"Are you scar—" she started before catching herself and rephrasing the question, "Are you nervous?"

At this, Galahad chuckled, it was odd- the idea of a man as serious as Galahad chuckling, but in the company of just Tatiana or Ragnar, Galahad was always more casual, more open- to a moderate degree anyway.

"Scared?" he said, completing the question that Tatiana hadn't fully asked. "Believe it or not, there are many things I fear: That I'll fall before I reach my full potential, or before I finally have the answers to the questions I've asked my whole life, that the years of training we've been through at the Seminary will fail me in our first true battle, that I'll be unable to protect you or the rest of the members of our warband."

He paused for a moment, "But I know these demons are but a stepping stone on my path to glory. And though my formidable prowess at current may not be enough alone, that's why I have you- and though I may worry for your safety, that's why you have your demon. I will be the greatest mage this world has ever witnessed, and I will not die before I've made my mark on this world, of that I am certain."

"Am I scared? Perhaps. Am I nervous? No."

They rode on for another moment before Galahad spoke up again.

"Though if you ever tell the others that I have admitted to feeling fear, I will hunt you down."


As Galahad and Tatiana arrived at the Circle keep, he couldn't help but frown as he saw that forces they had at their disposal. Aside from Elisheva, there were less than thirty shivering conscripts among them, rifles in hand and packs on their back. A paltry force at best if the threat was as credible as they said it was. As they stepped into the armory, Galahad helped himself to a generous number of ether vials- he had more need of it than the garrison did. Alongside the ether vials, Galahad found a box of ammunition that matched that of the gun attached to his saber, and pulled a dulled breastplate over his chest.

Astrea and Cillian met them in the armory not long after, Galahad nodded towards Cillian, then to Astrea. He had words for her, but they were not for here or now. Instead, he waited as they armed and armored themselves.

"Father Galahad, Mother Tatiana, may I have a word?" Cillian called out. He was sitting down on one of the benches.

"Neither Elisheva nor myself were the warleaders of our warbands. Elisheva is our senior, but she is more a soldier than a tactician. She will differ to you during this operation. As will I," he said, staring intently at Galahad.

Galahad merely nodded to him as he explained his knowledge on the demons so far. Elisheva also chimed in at this point. "The demons themselves are not that hard to kill- sustained rifle fire from our conscripts can down them, and their armor seems to only exist for ornamental purposes, for it is weak against powerful melee attacks. The main issue is that there are so damn many of them, and that once they close the gap, they can be extremely deadly. Their wings can easily rend through limb and armor, and they are faster than most inquisitors I've seen. I recommend that we augment our own agility with ether, or we will be in for a great deal of trouble."

Galahad remained silent as Cillian asked for their thoughts, taking all of the knowledge known thus far into his mind to form his own battle strategies. In his place, Astrea and Tatiana both offered their own preferences for their deployment. Galahad merely nodded in acknowledgement, he would not make a plan before seeing the force the enemy had to bring at them.

After their short discourse, they proceeded to board the transport ship to the Black Glacier. The trip was quiet, as conscripts in the main hold whispered to themselves and checked their weapons over and over. Galahad and the other Inquisitors sat in the main hold slightly separated from the conscripts themselves. They went through many of the same actions, Elisheva checked her weapons for signs of damage, and Astrea clutched at her spear moving in slow circular motions to get her bearings. Galahad himself drew his own blade and loaded it with rounds, holding it before him and testing its weight and balance.

A slow swing around himself and a flourish was all he needed, the blade felt perfect in his hand, an extension of his own body. His thumb traced the edges of the weapon, as he wondered how they could've made such a fitting weapon without his presence to test its weight to begin with.

"Father Galahad! Father Galahad!" came the voice of the ship's radio operator. His high pitched voice shattering the tense silence on the ship's hull. Turning, Galahad saw a rather portly young navy corpsman trot up to him with a pair of telegrams in hand.

"We've received two telegrammes-- both of them addressed to you. One arrived from the Seminary. The second was sent through a coded Lanostran channel, but directly to our vessel. I believe it was sent from one of the Lanostran ships on the other side of the blockade." the radio operator said breathlessly as he handed Galahad the two slips.

The telegram from the Seminary was monogrammed with the holy emblem of a blue moth- immediately recognizable as the emblem of Father Ragnar. Galahad smirked but pocketed the telegram. He didn't know what Ragnar wanted, but it could wait until after he'd won his battle. The second, from a Lanostran ship seemed much more pressing, and opening it up, Galahad recognized it as from Thanasis.

Young Galahad,

As per your wishes, we will not interfere in your Varyan business. As your former master, I only ask this of you. Avenge our T'saraen brothers. Gift them the vengeance that we could not.

Phaedra's ships will remain deadlocked against this pathetic blockade, but should you need a helping hand, we will not turn away from one of our own. Give the word and we will break through these Varyan ships and make sport of these demons.

May Your Blade Strike True,
General Thanasis


Galahad allowed himself a small smile, after all this time, it was... comforting to know that he could still depend on "his own" when he needed. It was nice to keep in mind, especially given that all he had at his disposal were a score and a half of conscripts. But they had himself, Tatiana and Astrea this time around, and they'd be just fine.

The rest of the trip was relatively uneventful. As they passed through the emerald light of the Lanostran aegis, the temperature dropped suddenly and all around them an inhuman cold was suddenly present, as if all the warmth within them was suddenly snuffed out. The unbearable cold only lasted for a split second, as Cillian summoned his Protector's aegis and their body temperature returns to more manageable- though still cold levels. As they neared the Glacier, they got a better look at the land before them: the ice slowly began to turn a dark color, strange black inky tendrils reaching out from the Glacier itself. That in and of itself wasn't surprising: it was what this place has looked like for as long as any Lanostran can remember, The only difference now was the Glacier itself. From their position a fair distance away, they could see the formerly crimson "veins" that ran throughout the Glacier glow a brilliant blue, pulsing like a heart. The blackened ice surrounding the strange monolith was stained with blood, and the Galahad could see the remains of those Elisheva and the survivors couldn't bring with them.

Spreading out from the north, Galahad spotted a line of four Varyan warships. This must have been the blockade that Master Thanasis spoke of, preventing native Lanostran ships from interfering with the Glacier.

"Say, why don't the warships just bombard the demons? Sounds better than sending us to deal with them." called out one of the conscripts, there was a sound of general agreement from many of the other conscripts before Elisheva cut in brusquely.

"Because, the cannon fire might damage the Glacier, and I can assure you that is something no one wants."

The conscript that spoke, a pale faced private grew even more pale and gulped, but otherwise returned to silence.

As the transport finally arrived as close as it could, Galahad and the others stepped out to see their foe with their own eyes. In front of the Glacier stood three squadrons of these winged-demons. They appeared almost beautiful in a way, not like the misshapen demons that the Glacier usually manifested, but rather like artistic sculptures carved from glass. Their faces were human in appearance, carved of ice, blank and expressionless, dark eyes peering into nothing. Their armor was glass and reflective, but cut in a strange ornamental style that looked almost alien Galahad and the others. Six massive wings, gossamer yet sharp like the edge of a blade, sprouted from their backs.

The seraphs stood at attention- eighteen seraphs in each of the squadrons. Behind them, three individual seraphs sat atop strange throne-like edificies. These seraphs were larger and more formidable than the others, and their armour more ornate. They were also the only seraphs wielding weapons. One of them held a massive broadsword, another wielded a tri-tipped spear, and the last clutched a greatbow, a quiver of frost-carved arrows on its back.

"Soldiers of Varya, hear me." Galahad spoke, while his voice lacked the bark of a commander, it held a gravitas and seriousness that one could only stop what they were doing and listen. "This battle must be quick and decisive. Drop your packs, and bring only your weapons, medicines and ammunition."

There was an echo of thuds as conscripts dropped their packs of nonessential supplies.

"They outnumber us, and to face them we must use the terrain and range to our advantage." He gestured towards a shallow ridge in the ice, that wound around the flank and led towards the left most squadron. "If we can force them to come at us from fewer directions, we will have the advantage."

"First and second squads will advance through the ridge, and will provide a base of fire, while the third squad will advance along the side of the ridge. Rifle fire from two angles will force these demons to take to the ground to engage us, neutralizing their flying advantage. Cillian will advance with the first and second squads, while Elisheva will lead the third squad along with the machinegunners from first and second squads. Rifle fire should be focused on those in the air- picking off Seraphs who refuse to come to ground and preventing any friendly fire. Be prepared for a melee, and stay alert, orders my change on a battlefield and I expect you all to heed my commands."

"Tatiana," Galahad addressed his younger companion, "You will advance with Elisheva, when enough Seraphs have been forced into the ridge you and your Terviclops will jump down and catch them in the flank."

"If she's gonna take the flank? Whose gonna secure the front?" asked one of the conscripts, raising a nervous hand.

"I will." Galahad replied with finality and a withering cold stare.

"Astrea," he said, turning to the remaining Inquisitor, who regarded him for a moment before straightening up slightly.

"With me."
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