WilsonTurner

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Oh okay.

And it's fine, this wasn't going very fast anyhow.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Whale okay then.

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@greywolf375
But you haven't posted your NS sheet.

Well then, looks like @ClocktowerEchos will have a competitor, in terms of selling gauss weaponry to the CDE.

@Sovi3t
Their*, not there. Sorry, it was bothering me.

You need to fill in what Weapons/Shields/Armor you specialize in before you can do anything.

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@ClocktowerEchos
So our two nations will have a sort of alliance from the start?
Nothing significant, just a political trade agreement, yes?

We can become fully allied later, and stomp everyone when the Draconians feel ready.

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@ClocktowerEchos
The Draconians would want big powerful guns in their ships, so I think they'll sell you things other than kinetic weapons for it. Supplies, more political influence/support, even Draconian sergeants, for training or otherwise.

Essentially- a bunch of my ships are gonna have MACs, and you're the only guy that makes them. So either I can not have MACs and stick with missile spam, or you can sell MACs to me and get a Major ally.

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@ClocktowerEchos
Oi, what'd you say if my and your nations had a sort-of trade deal- I sell advanced kinetic weapons to you, and you outfit my ships with gauss weapons?

Because my ships are gonna rely on MACs and lots of missiles and drones. But since I can't make good of both, being good at one and purchasing the other works just as well.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aulfr glanced sharply at the suddenly straightforward, loving assassin. The kisses, the comment- he knew his Ardanian- the blush, she was honestly feeling something about him, honestly liking him, honestly sympathizing with him. So he stared, with hidden wonder at this strange person he bought and was going to violate, to ruin, if she didn't go along with his plans. It put his mind into a new perspective- that maybe his reasons weren't so great.

But he allowed himself to be comforted. He worked to unknot his shoulders, to loosen up again, and sighed heavily. Not entirely sure where to proceed, or how to, or what to do, he just reached up and laid a hand on her hair-entangled one. Silently acknowledging her with a less sharp, much more soft glance, he stood up, shaking off the strands of hair that had fallen over himself.

He glanced at her, and in his uncertainty, walked over to his window, and stared out at the courtyard again. Bathed in the sun's golden glow, he struggled with re-emerging emotions of his mother- and conflicting emotions about Aleksandra. Because, really, he's used to physical, material conflicts, and all this emotional stuff was starting to screw with his head- he still wasn't sure if it was a good or bad way, though.

Reboot - Prized Bride

Valence Sayal, the Cultist

Valence "Val" Sayal

Race:
Gem

Age:
20

Element(s):
Air

Height:
6' 2"

Bio:
Val grew up in a sort-of 'cult' of the more paranoid members of the Gem race- the ones that always expected the Drakkens to go to war against them. For the most part, they were completely and totally secret, only occasionally recruiting members throughout the ages, keeping a small force trained and ready to go. The cult, of sorts, was called the Pasirengimas Pabaiga- "Preparation of the End." They wanted to be prepared when the Drakkens finally decided to attack the Gems as a whole, and thus had far-reaching roots in major families and communities. Because of the great wisdom the elders had, this held an advantage- they believed that violence wouldn't happen anytime soon, if at all, but saw the value in having some armed force ready to go.

Val grew up in this secret community, which dwelled in the hearts of multiple of the largest cities, and the largest forests. They were few-numbered, but they kept a long vigil, making alliances with Gems within the Drakken lands, and sometimes with Drakken themselves, promising power to them, should they ever help them in the downfall of their superiors. Sometimes it worked; sometimes Drakken went missing. Either way, Val was trained using weapons long since forgotten, with techniques long since passed, against an enemy that had changed surprisingly little.

Val, among others, was taught a wide array of skills suitable for assassination, espionage, commanding, or front-line fighting. Each of the members of the cult should be able to perform a wide variety of tasks, in the event of Drakken war- which is exactly what's happening.

During the latter half of Val's current lifespan, he moved from one of the forest outposts to one of the many mountainous bunkers of sorts, dug out over centuries as secret places to defend Gem from the Drakken. Here, he learned the more brutal sides of things- practice fights often ended with blood being shed. They learned how to hunt, how to sneak, how to snap a Drakken's neck. They beat captured Drakkens to a pulp, and they used ancient techniques from a long-past time to wield blades whose secrets to forging have been lost- khopeshes.

Being surprisingly sane for a cultist, Valence was chosen to serve as his generation's leader, and to begin working against the Drakken. Things were changing; subtle warnings via dreams began plaguing the cult, until they all vanished- and soon after, they found out the Drakkens were coming.

Valence was, throughout his training, a very dedicated, undistracted pupil, who was a natural at fighting and warfare. Some other cultist Gems would whisper that he was a Drakken in Gem skin; he let the rumors continue on their merry way, ignoring them in favor of more training. He had an unusual drive to be the best he could be- his teachers often told him that he was Pyrus's champion, the one that'd save them all. He knew they didn't mean it; they wanted to encourage him to be better, to do more, but he still took it to heart.

Other:
The cult numbers close to two thousand, all across the lands of the Gem. Up to three hundred are stationed within the various 'fortresses' within the mountains on either side of the Gem-Drakken pass, hiding and waiting, training new recruits. Meanwhile, the other ~1700 or so Gems of the cultist live normal lives among the people, sit in outposts across the land, or work in Drakken or other nations to keep war from coming, or to delay it.

They actually receive fairly decent support from the water royalty, seeing the sense in the cult's motto- "Offer one hand in peace, and arm the other." The cult does nothing more than keep a sort-of 'Elite' group of soldiers at the ready, prepare hiding places for the population, and construct weapons and armor in secret, for the day that Drakkens, or others, will invade.

Reboot - Prized Bride

That...
Is an excellent point that I totally didn't realize until now.
Crap.

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I just realized I've had my app finished for a day and a half and I haven't posted it yet.