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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

A Crash at the Horizon

@Crimmy@Silvan Haven@Lucius Cypher@Azereiah@Guess Who@Ryonara@Abillioncats@Ayazi@Plank Sinatra

“Captain, incoming bogey at 12 O’clock.” The man swiveled around in his chair, hitting a few buttons as he called out to his captain.

“Give me visuals.” A loud, commanding voice echoed through the bridge and immediately the front monitor displayed two women, hurtling through the air at speeds that threatened to outpace the storm and each bolt of lightning it was hurtling towards the beach. “They’ve got moxie,” the commander said, a brazen smile crossing her lips.

"Captain?" The man asked, turning around. When he did he was met with a woman standing decked a form-fitting white dress shirt with a black tie trailing down it. She also wore a black pencil skirt, similar to one a teacher might wear. Her shoulders were emblazoned with chevrons and she looked more confident than she ever had.

“I don’t know what I expected from her.” She said laughing a little, she couldn't contain her smile. Her tousled ivory hair escaping the pilot's hat on her head and trailing down her shoulders. She opened the side doors of the air ship. The entire thing was a massive spectacle, to be sure. But the girls would have to stick the landing on one of the sides, given their trajectory it would be the ship’s right side, their left.

Stella moved to meet the two, adjusting her black tie as she stepped out on the side deck which was usually used for controlled high altitude jumps. Her sunglasses stayed on only through the use of her semblance and her entire outfit flapped in the wind. Her hat was tossed to the sky, perhaps as a signal or perhaps just because of Stella’s flair for the dramatic.

The teacher stared down the two girls in their swift approach. She would have to make sure that the two could survive the landing, regardless of their accuracy. Her grin was uncontainable as she knew that Lauren would enjoy the outfit choice. Of course Gratia would be sure to make snide comments about it until the exercise was over and she was out for the day, but that was just who she was.

Stella finally took the flare in her right hand and ignited it, discarding the lid and holding the flare up with a single confident hand.
“Bring it home, girls.” She whispered under her breath still standing on top of the aircraft, a Nuit in a pilot’s uniform riding a plane, it somehow seemed apropos.

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@shylarah

Thanks for the kind words! 5e!

Drawing Characters!

@Mae

Hey Mae, long time no speak. I had no idea you were so talented in this way too! I can't help but adore your art style so I figured I'd post some info about my character here.

My boi

So I don't have a full sheet for you (Play him in a tabletop game actually), but I know the guy pretty well.

He is a cleric for the goddess Amarine, she is a goddess of abundance.

The man himself is named Omari Gentille, he is a Mountain Goliath known for being barbarians, bloodthirsty warriors and killers. But his parents left him on the doorstep of the mountain temple of Amarine and instead he grew to love life. He acts Amarine's honour as a gatekeeper between life and death in fact.

While he is 8"4' tall and 300lbs of muscle you'd most likely notice the pink flower he wears behind his ear, or his equally pink-lavender eyes. He has a gentle expression, all things considered, and is often found sitting in nature feeding animals. He has a black mohawk as pictured above and the same skin tone and face paint as well. He carries a mace with him as his weapon of choice, but feel free to leave that out.

Omari is, above all else, kind. He wishes to enjoy a life experienced in kind with other living things and takes a great deal of joy in learning new things about nature.

As far as information about a pose/expression, I saw the lovely piece of artwork you did just a bit earlier, so I don't want to make you do something similar. So perhaps a snowy scene, in which the giant can be peacefully petting a small animal of some kind. Something that emphasizes his kindness, but also perhaps his burgeoning strength.

If this is something you're interested in doing let me know Mae! Otherwise, it's nice seeing you around, don't be a stranger!

P.S. I checked the first few posts and you mentioned only doing this for a while so feel free to just shut this down! Anyway have a good day.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

A Crash at the Horizon

@Crimmy@Silvan Haven@Lucius Cypher@Azereiah@Guess Who@Ryonara@Abillioncats@Ayazi@Plank Sinatra

Stella watched, amusingly plucking the pen from its resting point on her lip and creasing her mouth into a gentle smile, ever so slightly closing her eyes and allowing her head to sink just a little. Her hands effortlessly glided down to her blouses top button. Stella’s hair was tossed around her, dripping in front of her eyes and over her chest, but she sat frozen with a smile on her face. Her lesson was working and her students were growing.

She fiddled with her outfit incessantly, but her eyes were transfixed on her students. There was one obvious outlier in the group in more ways than one that caught her eye, but she focused her eyes on the home they were building. It looked like a good foundation, but wood would have a hard time standing up against torrential rain without leaking furiously.

The goal was twofold, of course. There are two options presented to a group of shipwrecked students there is something that will be perceived as the easy way out, signalling a ship in order to be lifted to rescue, or the hard way. The monsoon. But it seemed as though the students ruled out the ability to use one of their potential escapes. That much was untrue.

Stella, with renewed vigor and zeal strutted her way to examine the coming events, closing the small door behind her.

The students on the beach would hear a massive boom, any who glanced up would notice the airship approaching the island head on, and it would be there in a matter of one to two minutes. As it approached, however, the storm clouds also began to roll in. What they did next would partially decide their fate. Until next class, anyway. The house the students had begun constructing would obviously not be enough to signal the ship, which meant that if they wanted to escape they would have to put their trust in that hurricane of a woman standing there confidently on the beach facing her exit.

Once more Stella's voice would breach the clouds and be audible to all students once more. She commanded their attention as the physical manifestation of their choices approached.

"It is time for you all to make your choice to flee or fly." She said, making sure that the students knew this was a choice they would have to commit to.

Record of UTX - Special Investigation Team [SRWOG/Mecha]

Niko Hiruko

@Crimmy@Krayzikk@GarlandDaHero@Crimmy
Nico adjusted his glasses and felt his cheeks warm as Corrine recounted the tale of how she felled the monstrous bear. He loved stories and made sure to read every detail of hers. He slid in closer to the group as they made their way to Ireland, his glasses told him Hazel's PDA was speaking for her and the tone seemed fairly serious so he decided not to read too much into it. It could be private after all. The technology was fairly advanced in his glasses, which transcribed every word it could hear. However it didn't offer much in the way of privacy. Of course that being said - he also couldn't judge the volume she was speaking at.

He examined the pink-haired woman for a second. She reminded him somewhat of ancient films he had seen, the shining hero who had come to save the day. Her demeanor sold him on that instantly.

At first he considered speaking with her, signing something. But he was pretty quick to assume most couldn’t understand signs. As such he simply slumped into his chair allowing the hero her peace and quiet. He would get the chance to speak with her or Hazel Ada Stoll later on in Ireland. He considered their mission, and what the food was like in Ireland. If he had researched properly it meant that there would be an abundance of wonderful warm stews available for purchase there. He hoped that was correct, once more his cheeks warmed as he flashed a content smile on his lips closing his eyes and awaiting arrival.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Stranded at Sea

@Crimmy@Silvan Haven@Lucius Cypher@Azereiah@Guess Who@Ryonara@Abillioncats@Ayazi@Plank Sinatra

The students divided and conquered the task at hand. Stella felt a smirk skip across her lips in amusement.

They were quick to act and use their individual talents. The otter Faunus was the first to act – keeping the water leaking into the ship at bay. It wasn’t long before muscle memory and training had kicked in for the rest of them either. Those who could use their abilities to fight the avian and amphibian Grimm did so, protecting the rest of their teammates from an onslaught. Yue was one of the first to obtain supplies, gathering fifty feet of rope, a ten foot tarp, and some deck brooms.

Although, Stella wasn’t too sure what she was going to do with those.

Gren managed to locate a few lifejackets – though they were a bit too small for him to wear, and many towels. Absorbent so they may be, they were certainly not enough to reverse the damage that had been done to their vessel.

Oswald stood out as someone who was at an immediate disadvantage with his cane, and someone that Stella would have to watch for growth – and for the second stage of this survival exercise. But it was once the cohesion began that the class started to stand a chance at passing the exam. Ashe and Yue were the first collaborators and they managed to locate lifeboats and a means with which to ensure their safety through the use of unrefined water and air dust crystals.

Sangue was a force of focusing Gren’s raw talent. Together they managed to cleave a path through plenty of Grimm to open up a secure route for the students to get to safety. They class was already working well together, it was a great sign.

Meanwhile Bianca helped keep aerial attacks away from the group as they all boarded the life rafts…

Well, almost everyone.

Oddly enough Vega and Gratia seemed to be piloting a frog.

“Piloting a frog?” Stella said to herself out loud. “Only at Beacon.”

She pushed the thought from her mind and watched as the rest of the students boarded the rafts and set off for the island.

The Mistralese model attempted to ignore the no doubt soaked Negasi on her screens and instead focus on her small upcoming speech. Just don't look at her Stella you're an independent woman and you don't....

Shit.

While it took a bit of time, the Grimm stayed focused on their previous vessel. As the students watched the boat sink into the ocean, the island approached them. It was large, probably at least a hundred acres.

It wasn’t until they had all gotten onto the beach that Stella’s voice would ring out once more.

“Well done everyone, I knew you’d be able to handle yourselves with grace under pressure.” She started, fiddling with a small pen, resting it on her bottom lip ever so gently. “You’re next task is twofold,” she said flicking the pen down to a button on her console that would display the island’s time over the horizon for them. “Currently it is 3:45 on that island. You’ll note that time is moving at a faster pace in the simulation, you’ve only been in for five minutes as of yet. With that being said, you have until 5:00 before an airship will pass overhead. You can, of course, create a bonfire to try and signal them or even draw something out in the sand.”

Stella allowed a moment of silence to fill the air of the island before continuing. “But know that should you fail – a tropical monsoon will reach you by 5:45. Be prepared for the consequences of failure while you’re on a mission – never allow yourself to be caught unaware.”

With that, they were alone again. To decide which path was the best.

Record of UTX - Special Investigation Team [SRWOG/Mecha]

Niko Hiruko, First Day

@Krayzikk, @Crimmy, @Plank Sinatra
Niko pushed himself off the ground for the three-hundredth repetition. Sweat poured from his forehead and neck. He boasted his typical tired eyes but he felt them dragged down by the physical exertion he had just been met with. He was supposed to leave for the UTX meeting about five minutes ago. He was usually a stickler for being on time, but today he felt as though he was preparing himself to walk off a bridge. He hesitated as he stared at the clock that blinked notifying him that his alarm had long since passed.

Finally, with a short breath of frustration Niko snatched a tank top and a pair of his smart glasses in order to communicate a bit better with everyone else around him. He found that starting off on the right foot in this way made everyone quite a bit calmer working with someone who had a disability like he did.

He grabbed his signature green jacket, the colours nearly as muted as their wearer, and exited his small apartment with haste. It wasn’t far from Mao Industries HQ, in fact it was only a ten minute walk. He wouldn’t arrive quite on time. But Niko didn’t rush around, however. He entered just a few seconds behind someone with hair that could only be described as extravagant. It was an array of colours and looked as if it changed completely depending on the lighting.

Immediately she began an outburst, mentioning not taking shit from a girl who spoke through a Roomba. It was a difficult metaphor to follow – but Niko didn’t try to connect too many dots. After all it was his first time meeting everyone here. Instead, he simply stood beside, but not too close to the girl who had been the victim of said tirade. He nodded casually to her, acknowledging he presence but not really insisting that she do the same for him.

Stoll? Were these his teammates?

As everyone began interacting and his glasses picked up the words being spoken by others he caught Stoll’s hands moving fluidly into a few recognizable positions. He felt immediately giddy, it was as if he had taken the entire weight of the world off of his shoulders. But he refused to immediately break out into joy. He was more professional than that.

However, he couldn’t help his positivity from creeping into his signing. (Hello friend) his fingers danced through the air as he turned to Stoll. He was concerned that the woman with the mesmerizing hair would notice his signing and yell at him for it as she had done Stoll. But, somehow he felt as though they was a kind of history between the two that Niko and her didn’t have yet.

Not that he would mind. While the lenses that were reporting her words were concise and quite clear about what she was saying. His personal judging of her body language, facial expression and other factors told him that she wasn’t mean per se. Rather enigmatic.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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Stranded at Sea

Stella dutifully walked around the room, picking up the stray cupcakes and their wrappers. While she was narrowly avoiding bumping into desks her eyes stood transfixed on the display that was showing her students’ progress in the escapade. Escaping a sinking ship and making it to an island with enough resources to last the night. She was curious to see their approach.

She took a second, standing in the middle of the class watching the monitor to recognize where she was. How far she had come. She had been a nobody for her entire life, the Nuit that didn't matter. The Nuit that took after her mother. Hardly a Nuit at all. But now, she was Estelle, the teacher for Survival Studies. She had her own students, her own job, her own money. Her place in this world. She felt unshakeable.

She made it to the final cupcake that was still in the form of a nipple.

Right

Her hands came up to her face as she quickly tried to disregard the cupnipple… Nipplecake? Either way it had to go. She put it into a Tupperware container and threw it into her desk, just in case Lauren wanted it later.

“God I’m starting to become Bianca.” She said as her face launched past three different shades of red. But then she caught my eye… She was-

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As soon as we were on the sinking ship I felt completely in my environment. While these Grimm weren’t real it was nice to finally have some target practice with the new wings. With a single elegant motion they extended fully to my right and left and with a single heavy flap I was spinning into the air. I’m sure I looked beautiful.

As soon as I entered their domain a few targeted me but shifting C’est la Vie into it’s spear form and letting it extend into one of their faces was all too easy. With one down and two more rapidly approaching I wrapped my arm around C’est la Vie and tilted it downwards, bringing my wings in in order to quickly use my body weight (as little as it is!) to dodge the blow with a sharp turn. A few Grimm appeared to be targeting my teammates in this situation and I didn’t think I was going to be able to reach them in time. Extending my arm and using my thumb as guidance I hurled C’est la Vie through the opposition, I made sure to wave in a pretty cute way at Gratia when she saw what I did.

It’d annoy her, sure. But it felt too good to be back.

I let the fire inside me grow as I continued my onslaught on the Grimm. One approached me talons outstretched and with a brief flex of my semblance, I pivoted as if I was taking a boxer’s stance in midair. C’est la Vie twirled back to my and a single back step was all it took for the spear to take the Grimm full throttle. But another had soon replaced it and C’est la Vie couldn’t change direction fast enough to strike this one as well.

I took the blow and cringed as the pain was simulated in my forearm, but the Grimm hadn’t expected my tenacity. I snapped my head forward and struck the beast, my head felt like it had just smacked steel – but sure enough the simulation dissipated. I was doing well.

C’est la Vie magnetized to my hand and I looked for my next set of targets. I hadn’t felt like this in ages. But soon it was over. My wings felt as though they doubled in length and just as I glanced out at them I dropped back down to the boat. I was barely able to catch myselfand immediately rejoined the fight from the ground. But all of the sudden I was exhausted. My chest rising and falling my wings felt as though they were back to being featherless. Though quick and careful examination would prove otherwise.

I could only think one thing.

Thank god Jer didn’t see that.

...God I’m starting to become Stella.

Record of UTX - Special Investigation Team [SRWOG/Mecha]

Niko Hiruko

Name:
Niko Hiruko

Gender:
Male

Appearance

Age:
20

Job:
PT Pilot

Personality:
Niko has a tired way about him. His whole life has been wrought with strife and challenge. As soon as he was born it was determined that the boy was born deaf. He has never truly heard a sound in his life. Initially his father and mother both learned signs in order to teach him language and he was an avid reader as early as 3-4 years old. It was around his fifth birthday though that it was determined that Niko had contracted a form of Aplastic Anemia in his legs, requiring a bone marrow transplant. He managed to get the transplant by the time he was ten, he was running laps around other boys his age later that year.

This sickness took him five years to overcome, and while he did eventually overcome the Anemia in his legs it largely sapped him of his previous joy and curiosity that he boasted while he was young. Even if he does have some small bursts of energy and happiness, it is absent in his day to day life.

That being said, Niko’s defining characteristic is his determination. Even if it may seem like he is tired with being the world's chew toy. Once he sets his mind to something death is the only major roadblock between him and succeeding.

Niko is not an incredibly personable boy, though when he does find a friend it is well noted by his lack of personal space, after all his favourite past time is taking naps on the lap of a loved one. Not that he gets that opportunity all that often – but he finds a way. He is fairly good at reading lips – even at a distance but he doesn’t like doing it all that often. As he feels it is a bit of an invasion of privacy. He is easy to shock, or even surprise in a social setting. He does not often expect kindness from others – as such it can be something of a treat for him when he is on the receiving end of it.

In battle is the only common occurrence of Niko’s eyes widening or opening fully. He is a completely different person when in combat and is fully aware of his surroundings. His training has lead him down the path of being a marksman and is incredibly proficient in the field. His almost absolute reliance on guns have differentiated him slightly from many Huckebein Mk II M pilots.

Skills:
Outside of a PT, Niko is a proficient boxer. Having no way to replicate this skill inside of his PT, around the age of ten he picked up marksmanship. Having been a natural with a rifle and high impact revolvers the skill translated fairly well to his piloting. As mentioned above, Niko is fairly talented at reading lips, while he sometimes drops words here and there at a distance he is exceptionally good at keeping track of up to two speakers at once, his eyes flickering between the two. That being said he typically has to be fairly close to do so.

Inside of a PT Niko’s greatest skills are entwined with those outside of a PT. His ability to keep track of multiple things simultaneously has greatly affected his ability to utilize the Huckebein's flight in conjunction with his G-Revolvers. As such he uses the weaknesses of the Huckebein, specifically its lack of armour plating and durability to his advantage. Or rather, he is capable of fighting in a way that minimizes their weaknesses enough so that he does not need to concern himself with them. While he is a complicated and very versatile fighter, he is still young and lacks basic experience. As such he can make mistakes that originate from lack of knowledge.

As a hobby Niko also is a capable sartor, fairly commonly he stitches up his own clothing with little designs and even the odd smiley face.

Bio:
Niko was born in 167 SE and was raised in Southern Ontario, Canada. His parents were both immigrants. His father from Russia, and his mother from Japan. His father took his mother’s maiden name as his own when they married and as such Niko Hiruko was born. Niko was told by his father plenty of times during his upbringing that he was never to give up, as his life was a blessing. It was this mentality that carried Niko through multiple diagnoses and rallied him towards his life as a solider.

His father helped him undergo serious physical and mental training exercises that, while they were not formal PT training, would prepare him for the training he would later have to undergo. Though this was not his father’s intention as the suits had not yet been developed for mass use, Niko had always intended on joining the military. Though he did see men and women of the military as dogs on a leash, he also believed that it was the best way in ensuring the quality of life of those around him. He would later be proved unanimously correct in the coming struggles humanity would face.

When the DC War began Niko was actually quick to jump to the call. He was allowed into a formal training program with the Federation although there were large doubts about his capabilities as a solider for two primary reasons, his stature, and his deafness. He is a fairly short young man however he is boasts a strong physique. He claims he is simply late while waiting for his growth spurt, however who knows if this is true. However, throughout his training he was capable of proving himself through his firearms expertise and hand to hand combat. Even capable of harming opponents by using his deafness as a tool, say by firing weapons in close range – even without hitting a target. Through tactics like these he had proved himself a capable soldier.

It wasn’t until the L5 campaign that Niko would actually see deployment, however. During which he fought more than a few battles, his expertise in ranged combat with specific care to avoid loss of human life is what landed him the spot on the UTX. This tenuous peace is something Niko himself wants to preserve at all costs and as such he is willing to fight and die for the UTX.

Unit:
Huckebein MK-II M

Appearance:


Weapons:
Steel Knife
Kept on the right forearm of the suit.

60 mm Vulcan Guns
Mounted in the head area are a pair of small-caliber guns.

Giant Revolver x 2
Often shorted to 'G-Revolver', these two pistols fire large bullets and are the Mk. II M’s primary close range guns. They are capable
of being used at the same time. While looking like revolvers, they hold significantly more than six shots each and can be fired rapidly.

Boosted Rifle x 1
A sniper rifle-like weapon that fires solid rounds at a high velocity. It's capable at being used at a long range, and can pierce right through targets.

Rectangular Launcher
This large launcher is a standard weapon among all Huckebein MK-II Ms. It is a fairly large cannon that fires off huge rounds.

Chakram Shooter
A small disk with explosive teeth, referred to as a "Chakram" is stored in the left arm. It is guided and reeled back by a wire.

Equipment:
N/A

Notes:
A large mute symbol (speakers with a line through it) painted on the shoulders of the suit. As well as tattooed behind Niko's right ear.

Has a pair of 'Smart Glass' that transcript words in most languages into English text for Niko to read for use in large groups and in combat missions.