Warbozz

Beware the rust! [The New Pulse!]

If cyborgs were to be, they would be extremely advanced with barely any human within them (So they´d survive the blastwave) and would need at least some biological resources as well as power sources to maintain themselves, if you can work a character with these parameters I wont stand against it.

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

Im looking forward to whoever first cracks under the pressure and just takes the shot, sparking an intergalactic war :DD

Beware the rust! [The New Pulse!]

...You only remember the war. The flash. The silence... In this RP players are to assume the role of robots, built for war or manufacture of other machines, who wake up after long slumber to find a devastated landscape filled with mystery and danger. Backstory would basically involve a devastating war between human factions who used sentient robots as proxy soldiers. Until the day when mysterious new superweapon was deployed that even its creators didnt fully understand, wiping humanity out (as far as you know) and putting robots to sleep. After unspecified amount of time you stir from your slumber with huge holes in your memory and programming. Players (mostly sane robots) would group together for security and to share memories and ideas. For many warmachines across this blasted landscape still know only war and obey commands that were given possibly centuries ago. Interested anyone? Oh and by the way, do beware the rust.

Testing again

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Everyone wakes up in the morning, stark naked in a room filled with hungry lions who haven't been fed in 3 months. We must use the lions to form weapons and clothes for ourselves to battle the zombies next door.

@The Grey Dust

Don't tempted me

@Amelian Draco

Oh gods its like the tomb of horrors all over again!

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

A challenger appeared and it had to be met :D

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

It was quite an spectacle indeed! The crowd was cheering while two combatants grunted and put their warforged biceps to work. Brooch was confident at first of his own long developed fortitude but his opponent was indeed a dwarf, folk chipped away from bones of the earth itself and when drunken, that legendary stubborness and grit could easily double or triple in effectiveness! First there was table creaking, then a slam and loud crash of metal as titans hand was forced on the table, his shoulder followed and under the weight of his pauldron the table was decimated and bits of food and broken plates flew everywhere. From the chaos, Brooch was first to rise up to his feet and reached down to raise Tudolfs arm into air and celebrate the glorious victory. This time there were more voices that followed titan into uncontrolled laughter and cheering that could be heard long into evening around the imperial city.

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

Good post Draco! And Rocket, hope you dont mind me taking the fall on this one automatically, your character backround has quite clearly enstablished Tudolfs ability to make money on drunken bouts :D

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

Reb was barely half way to hangars when red lights flared and the alarm went off. Immediately he started trotting towards his mech as fast as possible, gulping down yesterdays sandwiches along the way. Due to his short stature it wasnt long till he heard the running steps of much faster pilots behind him. "Oh come on! Even with headstart you guys make me look like late responder!" Reb doubled his troubled running and arrived at hangars more or less the same time as others. Short jump trough non-gravity he was at his mechs chest and clambered in to cockpit, anticipating to return finishing maintenance he had left sub systems running, that would give him bit of a headway. Systems checked green and he gave the OK to hangar crew. Mark-005- began sliding into one of each mechas private airlocks that prevented all crew getting spaced during quick launch. "Reb Manning and Heat Jack ready to launch! Lets give em hell boys and girl!" He knew they had no confirmed enemy contacts yet but Reb was a sucker for extra motivation trough comms, probably the only thing in common with him and the earthborn Daniel "Noize." He inhaled deeply of his mechas air supply as he entered space, he knew he couldnt really smell space but the feeling of entering ones natural habitat was very real for him. "Im setting defensive parameter around portside engines." Xeon III had state of the art engines, efficient, powerful and well armored so most of the time they could be left undefended without second thought. But Reb had much more experience of pirate thinking than he would ever tell anyone else, engines were the first to go, armored or not. Reb and Mark-005- took hold of Xeon III´s side to eliminate his own drift that was quite a large factor when firing in space. He could almost feel his gun heating up to near dangerous levels, ever ready to shower anything that moved with plasma projectiles. "Come out wherever you are. I can smell you." Well of course he couldnt but that was the feeling in his neck. Thats when his comms rang the message from ms Wells: "We´ve got an unknown at point 3765" "WHAT?!" Reb almost surprised himself with his own yell, his custom scanner quickly picked up on the announced unknown and all of his previous assumptions about the situation flew out the window. He announced to his team over the comms: "Careful with this one guys, I dont think thats an pirate..."

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

Is this still open? Also, whats the limit for size/armament for the mechs? I am considering being the really long range siege Expert of the Group, if possible.

@Tracker

We could use an sniper on Xeon III if GM approves, we are in a risk of crowdedness at this point thou.