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And for a double post, I give you a completed CS! Ingram Shaw's long lost older sister, Nikita Shaw!

@vFear I like the character, though I'm not sure artificial planets are gonna fly. Although I'm sure the tech level in Falling Skies would allow for large spaceborn colonies like Antillia from Zone of the Enders. Although I'm not Myke, so I could be totally wrong lol. Just passing on some helpful info!

I'm all for blowing these bastard to kingdom come! >:D
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Oh man, this looks cool. And I like your ideas on 'character roles'. I'm cautiously interested in the captain/naval officer role (in command of a huge-ass ship? Yes please), and I'd be willing to Co-GM, but I've never actually done that before. What sort of duties would that entail?


Co-GMing is along the lines of helping the GM realize their plot, as well as enforcing rules on the RP. Additionally, the Co-GM will head up the RP if the GM is absent. The Co-GM will also work in private with the GM to come up with fun plot ideas for the group. I Co-GM'd for Myke on the last Falling Skies as the ship captain, and it was a great experience.

As for the Captain role, it's a good idea to make up a roster of key ship personnel that will be mainly interacting with your character. Since the Captain doesn't have a MAS, it's not often that he/she will be directly engaging with the rest of the players, so RPing with yourself is a must. I can speak from experience that it is a challenging role, but fun and rewarding in its own way. The role is a great way to test your skill as a writer. If you want ideas and inspiration on the role, here is a link to the previous Falling Skies, which shares the same format as this new one.
Ahhh such a strong level of nostalgia. I will definitely miss the adventures of Captain Marquis and the 7th, but I'm looking forward to see what comes of this one.
@Genbor@februari@VoiD@Brazen Bull@Zhaliora

Writing will resume tonight. Thank you all for your patience! :D
@Whoami

I hope you don't mind, but I wanted our characters to have a more casual relationship.


Fine by me :P
@Genbor@februari@VoiD@Brazen Bull@Zhaliora

As a heads up, tonight and most of tomorrow I will be busy. So writing for the OOC wont be happening today or tomorrow. Just wanted to let you all know that I am still very much actively working on the setting for Heroes of Waldenkore. :D

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8:07am
Outskirts of Izayoi Village, in the forest...
Before the town hall...


Sara stalked through the woods silently. She rolled her feet on the ball of her foot and inward, making sure to disperse her weight evenly over the sticks and other brush littering the ground. The rain did well to mask what little noise she made. Her thick tarpaulin cloak kept her dry, and the camouflage pattern on it broke up her silhouette. A Geiger counter hung from her waist, quietly clicking to alert Sara of any deadly radiation nearby. Sara wore a piece of cloth over her mouth and nose, it did well to muffle her breaths, and keep the slightly acidic rainwater out of her mouth. Sara knew the rain wasn't acidic enough to kill or leave marks, but it was still uncomfortable and left behind an undesirable heat.

Twigs snapped off to Sara's right, causing her to slow her movement and duck down into the brush. In the low light under the tree canopy, Sara could make out the silhouette of a wild hound. It was a thin creature, with a chest that drooped low like any hungry beast. The legs were lanky, and its tail was missing. Wild hound wasn't Sara's first pick for food, but the village couldn't be picky with what she and the other hunters brought in. Thanks to the water creating a sheen of reflecting light on the creature, she could make out mutations on its body: hard plates of bone protecting vital organs. If it weren't for the rain, Sara would have brought Icarus along to help with the hunting, her falcon would have served well to take down this predator.

Sara slowly raised her hunting rifle, being sure to pull the bolt back as quietly and as smoothly as possible. Rain slid down the barrel of the long rifle and dripped off of the muzzle. Sara looked through her scope, glad that the nylon strip of fabric hid the scope's glint. She was invisible to hound. She adjusted the scope so account for the weather and range, and braced herself to fire. She listened to her own breathing, felt for her heartbeat, and relaxed. With a final exhale, Sara squeezed the trigger. BANG! The .308 round careened through the air, hitting rain drops as it did, and hit the hound right in the heart. No amount of bone carapace would stop a rifle of that power. Sara watched as the hound fell to the ground, and grinned to herself. She stood up from the brush and began to make her way toward her game. As she approached, she caught movement not even twenty feet from the hound. Something in the mud.

Sara stopped and ducked down again, watching the movement. A large, reptilian-like leg emerged from the mud, then another. The creature lifted its head from the pool of brown muck and slipped its long, serpentine tongue from its mouth. A giant salamander, worse yet, one mutated to be almost three times its normal size. It was more akin to a crocodile now, and it was just as aggressive. It's slick scales shined in the moonlit night. The creature's belly rumbling as it let out a low growl of sorts. Each footfall of the creature was a heavy smack in the mud and sticks of the forest floor. It slipped its tongue out again, and started to move toward the hound, and toward Sara.

As the large beast approached, Sara remained dead silent, and perfectly still. She had been in the forest for the past three days, and her scent was hard to trace because of that. Salamanders were feared predators in those woods, and they weren't good for eating either. If she had a hunting partner, she'd be tempted to kill it and make the woods that much safer. She couldn't now, it was far too big for a single person to handle alone. Another low growl emanated from the creature as it climbed over the dead hound, and began to chomp at it with its powerful jaws. Sara was only fifteen feet away from it, any movement would alert the creature. With a mighty bite, the salamander took a large chunk from the hound, its jaw cracking through the bone carapace with ease as it chewed. The salamander crawled around the hound to get a different angle to bite from, closer to Sara this time. So close, that Sara's Geiger counter began to click from the beast's radioactivity.

"Shit..." she mumbled and quickly turned the counter off. But it was too late, the salamander had heard her. It turned its beady eyes toward her. Luckily, Salamanders had poor vision. But their other senses were far more adapted. It turned its body toward Sara, slipped its tongue out, and felt the air. It can feel my body heat on its tongue... Sara thought. She was right, the creature was aware of her presence. It wouldn't be long before it knew exactly where she was. Sara could smell the creature's rank breath as it stepped closer and closer to her. Running wasn't an option now, Salamanders were quick. She'd have to kill it. Ever so slowly, Sara reached down to her boot and pulled her knife from its scabbard. She set her rifle down on the ground, making sure not to create any excess noise, and then drew her pistol.

Sara held the pistol close to her chest, the barrel trained on the Salamander's head. She'd have to be quick. Her eyes traced over the creature's body, her attention to detail helping to pick out a patch of missing scales of its neck. That's where she would strike, but it would need to be closer, practically touching her. The creature was close enough now that Sara could feel its weight depressing the dirt underneath her. It was now or never. The salamander slipped its tongue out again, this time brushing across her face. It found her. The beast roared, and Sara lashed out with her knife. The blade made purchase, sinking deep into its neck. The sudden sting of the blade's bite caused the creature let out a screech of pain, opening its mouth as it did. Sara let go of her knife, staggered back, and fired seven shots into the salamander's mouth. The beast slumped over. The bullets had penetrated the roof of the salamander's mouth, and hit the brain. It was dead, Sara was sure of that.

She took a few deep breaths to collect herself. If she hadn't acted as fast as she did, the salamander would likely have bit her head off. She could feel the burn of the rain on her face, and quickly pulled her head over her head. "That was too close..." Sara said to herself as she pulled the knife from the creature's neck. She wiped the blood off on her cloak, then picked up her rifle. Looking back at the hound, she saw that the only good parts worth eating on it were already taken by the salamander. There would be no game to bring back to the village.

"Home station to Lancaster, home station to Lancaster," a male voice chimed over her radio.

Sara brought a hand up to the walkie clipped to her coat's shoulder, "Lancaster, go ahead home station,"

"Good to hear you're still kickin'. Good news on the hunting?" the man asked.

"Negative, home station. Had a close call with a salamander, took my kill."

"That's a shame... Anyways, Elder Kiwami is calling you and the others to the town hall. I guess there's been an incident."

Sara sighed and turned to begin heading back to town, "I'm on my way. Hey, Taka?"

"Yeah?" the man replied, "What's up?"

"You mind preparing some coffee and a shower for me when I get back? I've been out in this rain, crawling in the mud for hours," Sara chuckled.

The man chuckled back, "Will do, Sara. Safe travels on your way home."





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11:32am
Izayoi Village...
Answering the Summons...


Sara was glad she had the opportunity to take a shower before heading to the town hall. She felt new again, fresh. Now that the rain had receded, Sara went about wearing a warm coat and some camo cargo pants. She had a cup of hot coffee in her hand, the head creating a billow of steam. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail, and she looked to be in a rather good mood despite the lackluster hunt. She was just glad to be in relative safety. As she made her way toward the town hall, villagers waved and greeted her. More than once did she have to deliver the poor news of the hunt, but Sara had to tell the truth to these people. Children ran about and played around her, oblivious to the bleakness of their town's situation. She couldn't help but smile, so innocent and pure.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread from some of the villagers. Word of whatever this 'incident' was had already spread. Sara almost didn't want to hear what news she was going to hear from the Elder. She stepped up to the door of the town hall, and was greeted by two armed militiamen. She nodded to them and made her way inside. A woman got up from her seat and took Sara to the elder. With a respectful bow of her head, she left Sara with Abe and Kiwami. Seemed she was the first to arrive. "You wanted to see me, Kiwami-sama?"
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