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Solar System Defense [A Mecha/Sci-Fi Roleplay] (Full)

Im sensing a recurring villain appearing, perhaps an grudging ally against much more grave dangers in the future?

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

The trials I would assume, I have seen this before, we will be tested as we are groggy and hungover from last night >:D

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Brooch swiveled around at the sudden reply to his monologue. An hooded figure leaned against the wall near entrance, quite tall actually, maybe up to titans chin? "AH, I did not see you there before, you are one of my new comrades right? Your skills of covertness are certainly impressive, it is good indeed to have control of shadows so none of our number fall to cowardly ambushes or cumbersome traps. And as to the matter of feast..." Brooch gazed around him with exaltation before spreading his arms in wing like fashion. "THIS IS MY FEAST my new elf companion, I live as much of glory and honor as I do from ryebread and pork!" This announcement was broken by titans stomach rumbling, echoing and amplified within his armor. "Thou I wouldnt really mind for some ryebread and pork right now!" Brooch started lumbering towards the feast, past the shadowy elf, laughing heartily along the way.

The New Templars

"Whoa there darling. I thought we were free men, not schedule men!" No one laughed at the crappy joke. "Oh just kill me now" "I found it witty and charming master!" "Dont make it worse Jenny" McDougal was sure that Isaac and Eirwen had some grand plan of defense in case of counterattacks, he didnt really care though. He had some plans himself involving his cache of explosives, gas grenades and hacking tools. He didnt wish to tear this station from orbit so his favorite bombs were out of question. The gas was one of his aces in space station centered fights, vaporized alcohol, even a light switch or gunfire inside it could cause it to ignite and roast anything caught in it. The hacking tools could be used to jam emergency bulkheads in place or force open airlocks, in this day most soldiers had space worthy suits but an unexpected spacewalk seemed to always dampen his opponents spirits. Then again he hadnt had enough time to install his precious traps on station yet so McDougal was getting a bit restless. "Now that Im done dying from embarrassment, mind giving us our general assingments. I have some AHEM preparations to make."

Solar System Defense [A Mecha/Sci-Fi Roleplay] (Full)

Giving some time for the "new blood" to make introductions :D I thoroughly enjoy us picking some pace.

Solar System Defense [A Mecha/Sci-Fi Roleplay] (Full)

At times it annoyed Reb greatly to be on the short side, especially long floats trough weightless environments, he felt like a tossed football. It didnt take long however for the burly man to reach corridors leading to kitchens. "Artificial gravity, you magnificent bastard." He started his trek trough the ship. Another group of ships crew passed him by hugging the wall, Reb Manning wasnt the kind to give way to just anyone. He thought of previous ships he had been stationed in, including military ones in his youth. "33" Xeon III was the nicest one so far though he wouldnt say that aloud in a million years, it was kept clean and orderly, even sterile at places. Social areas were built like tin cans though. His mind wandered again to that one assignment he regretted wholeheartedly, the pirate one. What he had assumed as a regular merc group was revealed to be anything but. "Roses of Pluto" they called themselves, even today they still appeared in newsfeeds every now and then. At the time young Reb needed the money bad and piracy fit the bill, mostly earth military and merchant heists kept them rolling in cash for a short while, then they crossed the line, a purely civilian transport from a colony to another, spaceborn men, women and children like Reb himself. He would not stand for it. All that transport saw of the ambush was explosions at the distance and a lone, damaged Mark-005- flying past them. He knew they would one day come for him and find him ready, their leader wasnt the kind of woman who took betrayals lightly. Reb shook his head. Like the pirate tattoo on his back, all of this was behind him now. The kitchen was in sight and a lithe man was standing on the doorway, apparently arrived just before him. He had heard maintenance crew call the man Rock several times so he would follow suit, he preferred nicknames anyway. "Oi Rock! Dont tell me theres a bloody line here already?!"

Solar System Defense [A Mecha/Sci-Fi Roleplay] (Full)

Posted, lets get cracking.

Solar System Defense [A Mecha/Sci-Fi Roleplay] (Full)

"I can check my own mecha thank you very much!" That concluded the short fight Reb Manning had with mechanic personnel floating around Mark-005-. Still seething from the minor nuisance he popped open the cockpit and settled in, closing it behind him. Blue lights of numerous displays danced around while Reb only performed basic checking. This is why he preferred the older marks, reliability, no need for all the fuzz. When the time came to kick some poor pirates around he and Heat Jack were always ready. Still, no need to offend those who write my paychecks. Leaning back he crossed his legs and reached for a sandwich behind the thruster controls. The sciensy type guys were all riled up earlier, one would think they had learned by now it was gonna be just another rock, maybe some minerals, ice and dust that caused that freaky tail thing. Still, he had an itch in his neck, one that seemed to appear when fates beyond his own were at the move, he liked to call this instinct his "space sense." "Hmpf, maybe Ill do full maintanance after all..." He reached for another sandwich but to his surprise found none. "After I stock up"

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Posted Brooches initial actions after signing. others feel free to skip to feast

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Brooch grabbed the contract from the man presenting it. This wasnt the first of its like that the titan had signed during his lifetime of battles and petty wars. Where to send my corpse? Like that matters at that point. Armor however should be melted and forged into a huge shield to inscribe my numerous exploits in. Barely reading the rest of it, the clumsy man scribbled hastily his barely readable signature on the bottom. Pushing it back to the mans chest he inquired about the whereabouts of aforementioned rooms. Exploring the guildhall, only one particular room was of interest to Brooch, Black bands hall of trophies. The titan glossed over many a artifact nodding approvingly time from time. Weapons and banners of vanquished foes. Rewards of grateful rulers. All things considered, this was the most accomplished collection of its kind that Brooch had seen in his life. What really impressed him was the sizable dragonskull on the wall labeled "Terygold the wrathful queen" You seem mighty lonely there my darling lady, just you wait, I will adorn the entire wall with your breathren! Another booming laughter echoed within the guild, it would seem that this was becoming an often recurring event.