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Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
4 yrs ago
The sound of the golden armored brute's head and shoulder's turning into meat sauce was enough of a distraction for Ryker to swing around the arm of the Brute he was battling with in the aftermath of the grenade going off and deliver an energy dagger armed thrust through his ribs into his heart, the energy weapon deactivating on his wrist as the beast slumped over and died. "Good shot, Fire Team Lead. Moving to-" The sound of an exploding fuel rod shot drew the SPARTAN IV's attention to a tower with a decent line of sight over the battle field. Oh hell no. Not the- His thoughts were almost immediately interrupted by the sound of a heavily armored form impacting near himself and the Sangheili that had come out of the dropship.
He was moving on instinct and habit, moving quickly and gently moving aside the Sangheili. While they were all in the Mjolnir MK4 armor, which meant that fall wouldn't be lethal, she would still be in a LOT of pain and he had experience dealing with this. "Alright, Fire Team Lead, I'm removing your helmet to check for head injuries. For the love of god, don't punch or shoot me please."
"I reckon they're magical dire wolves if their size is any indication myself, but I don't question it. They've helped save my life on more than one occasion and they've made the last few years more bearable." He nodded when she asked if she could inquire further. "I'd be happy to help how I can, though I'm not sure how much help I'll be with the matter." With that answered, he listened to her explanation of what he'd seen of her magic. He certainly had to agree with her statement about plenty of magic users being capable fighters when their magical abilities, whether they used them to augment their existing abilities or used the magic to learn how to fight in general, assuming they didn't just become magical artillery that launched spells from a distance without actually endangering themselves. In many cases, they had a limited number, if any, of defensive moves.
In that regard, I find myself fortunate, since while I do have a set of dedicated defensive spells I've developed, I can also turn many of my more offensive spells into tertiary defensive spells. Nothing on par with that nifty magic shield user I met once, but still helpful. Then she mentioned the training he was doing and he couldn't help but grimace on the matter ever so slightly. While he had trained with his magic before the incident that had killed his parents, his father had insisted that maintaining his martial training was more important and that the magic training would only be sufficient to keep from accidentally using it. In the end, it hadn't made much difference, because he hadn't learned the emotional control needed due to focusing on his martial skill.
"If I'm honest, Miss Ria, my magic training has been mostly been based in exploration. Growing up in the Royal Army, when my magic manifested, dad was more concerned with making sure I wouldn't accidentally kill myself or someone else, but not actually learn anything about it or how to use it. So over the last few years, I've spent my time learning. From a martial standpoint, having a sparring partner would be fantastic, would give me a chance to actually refresh my memory on various blocks and forms. But from a magical standpoint? I'm not so sure it would be smart. I can't even wield my full magic power without putting my body under enormous strain." He stopped and faced Ria, intent on explaining it before there were a hundred questions.
"The best way to show you what I mean is to have you feel the temperature difference between where I am now and wielding my full strength. Touch my arm." Once she had done so and had registered he was running a normal temperature, perhaps a little higher due to working out recently, Damian stepped back a couple of steps and closes his eyes and focuses. A magic circle, orange in color, appears underneath him and after a moment, he speaks. "Release Power Lock Alpha. Confirmation Ceta-Zulu-Foxtrot-Bravo." The magic circle changes colors, shifting from being orange in color to a deep green, but it doesn't vanish. "Right now I'm at about eighty percent of my full strength, maybe eighty-five. Pushed to the limits of this power lock, I max out at ninety percent and that's it. But if I do this," the intensity of the magic energy around him flairs up suddenly as he speaks again, saying, "Release Power Lock Omega. Confirmation Beta-Delta-Epsilon-Ceta." The green magic circle darkened to pitch black and for the briefest of moments, the aura around Damian shimmered the same color before he brought it back under control.
Opening his eyes, the circle disappears and he approaches Ria again, offering his arm. This time when she touched, it was very clear his temperature had spiked to higher than a normal person's and he seemed to feel it. "My full strength burns me out, and if I operate at it for too long, I'll be unable to do much anywhere from a couple days to a couple of weeks." The magic circle reappears and with an uttered series of words, turns from black to green to orange again. "Get a feel for what I mean?"
@Zarkun yeah that sounds like its right up his alley. ill leave it to you for the description but other than that i dont have anything else to add. other than i was planning on having his augmentations in his mind make him better at piloting and using his MEC efficiently but he can sometimes be more computer than human. if that makes sense, as like you said its a price to pay for having the suit.
@Zarkun how does this work? I was unsure about the weapons, wanted the flame throwers for close quarters anti infantry and basically a shoulder mounted cannon that could be used occasionally. I enjoy watching other people play XCOM but I haven't played it directly myself.
Equipment: - Gatling Plasma Gun - Shoulder Mounted Plasma Cannon. - Wrist Mounted Flame Throwers. - Standard Issue MEC Suit Type I with Fire Breather color Scheme
Backstory: Growing up just a few years after the war was a bit rough. The area his family lived in was almost entirely destroyed. Other than being careful about alien and old war debris his upbringing was rather uneventful. He grew up and learned with his brothers and sisters, his parents worked construction and in the local factories whatever they could to help build their community back to their former glory.
However this was until the old alien weapon activated. A bomb that didn't go off in the initial invasion until an unknowing construction team set it off while excavating. 4 city blocks where vaporized instantly with the destruction enveloping another 5 blocks surrounding it. He was nearly an adult, he almost was caught in the explosion. Roman got out unharmed but the rest of his family where either caught in the initial explosion or died in the rubble with many others.
He enlisted right after this happened. Somehow he cleared the medical exams and went in to the heavy fighters first, but found his calling in a MEC suit. This time he didn't have to give up his arms or legs, however he still jumped at the chance for a brain implant that would better connect him to his suit but had a high probability of effecting his memory. With this and enhanced eyes he took on the role of a MEC suit operator.
Even with this he is still quiet around other people outside of combat and has difficulty understanding certain situations in social gatherings. His implant helps him excel in his suit but it dampens his humanity slightly. Along with this he still suffers from night terrors and sometimes extreme headaches or migraines. If you were to ask him why he took those experimental augments his answer would never change, "So others don’t have too."
A strong man with a strong build, blond hair and green eyes. he's not the best looking fellow but he knows what he is doing when it comes to the MEC suits. he stands right at 6 foot with more than a few scars adorning his muscled frame.
So a first important thing, for some measure of gauging how much damage a full impact shot would do, how does he get into and out of the MEC suit? Also, from the front or the back? Or is he a get in from the top type? As for weapons, it all seems fairly standard, though typically the "flame" throwers are called napalm throwers now. I...admittedly haven't decided on the route I want to take futuristic incendiary weaponry. There are many and they're all so good.
Continuing, arguably the Type 1 mech suit requires the removal of legs and arms, so this would be a Model 13, or MK 13. They're more customizable and don't require the removal of limbs. Just a clarification thing for me, but can he store, for lack of better wording, the shoulder cannon? Doesn't have to be, just wondering what you think on it. The only other thing is since you're our first MEC, did you have thoughts for an advancement line for MEC troopers?
@Zarkun so what do i have to do to qualify to be a MEC?
I should have outlined that and meant to, but I didn't. So just say you're a MEC and give me the weapons you'd be using. Remember that everything ranged pretty much is plasma based.
To Ryker's credit, he between watching the Sangheili pilot come sailing out of the troop bay and disembowel the first Brute she saw and the one nearest him exploding into chunks mid-swing for a bunch, the initial shock of the Pilot yelling a war cry and seeming fine quickly wore off as he danced back from a second Brute in melee range, avoiding a vicious left hook and countering with a powerful round house kick to the right side of the ape-man's face, stumbling them. "Copy that, Fireteam Lead." Before the Jiralhanae that Lucas had just roundhoused could recover, his wrist mounted energy dagger was activated and he rammed the weapon into the side of his head, twisting to ensure it was dead before pulling it free and moving on to the next opponent.
As he dashed at the Brute, who was distracted emptying spiker rounds into the corpse of his companion while the Sangheili was holding it up. “Transitioning! Cover me!” rang out as the body was suddenly dropped and the warrior dashed for the boxes, which prompted Ryker to draw his second SMG and open fire with both, pushing the humans into cover and distracting the Brutes enough to lighten up the fire they were putting on the Sangheili enough she could reach cover, even as the upper torso of a second Jiralhanae vanished in a puff of red mist and chunks. Taking cover behind a set of boxes stacked high enough he could stand, he reloaded the SMGs before holstering one and pulling out another frag. "Grenade out!" he called as the ball of death flew into the group of humans taking cover nearest him. The explosion would ideally kill most of them and wound the rest critically enough they couldn't fight further.
USS Bronzebeard Orbit around Mars 1628 Shipboard Time
As the specialist spoke, the Captain sat with his hands clasped in front of him with his chin resting on them, listening to every word she said and measuring the way she said it. Initially she started off with a fairly monotone voice, protesting the way that the Corporal had targeted her was unnecessary while stating former Specialist Blackwell’s perceived error. Towards the end, she became more passionate, a good sign to Gardner, before she caught herself and resumed monotone, stating that good soldiers follow orders. Well hearing that’s a bit of a disappointment… Standing, the Captain strode over to a bar where he poured himself and the Specialist a glass of whiskey, approaching her and offering one of the two small glasses to her.
“Well, I had been hoping to hear your honest opinion on his discourse, I can understand your concerns for why you were targeted. However, due to former Specialist Ria Blackwell’s actions, command sent down an edict that ALL legacies be informed of what happened and warned through the story what would happen if any others got ideas.” Regardless of whether or not Helene took the drink, he went to the viewport, where Mars, and the section of the planet beginning to return to a green and blue hue similar to Earth’s, were in full view. “Officially, that was supposed to come from me. But the Corporal wanted to keep respect levels for me as the squad captain high, so he took on the responsibility.” Turning back around, Trent sighs. “He didn’t enjoy it, if you think he did, Weisser. He did it to cover the squad’s ass and to keep opinions of me high and, by extension, squad moral high.” He took a swig of the whiskey in his hand before beckoning to the door.
“If you’ve nothing else to say, Specialist, the time is yours until shipboard training begins. I just...remember that good soldier’s also still human. Next time a superior officer says speak your mind, I’d suggest you do it. I won’t always be around after all.” Meanwhile, Damian was still working on his revolver, though he did observe Drachen as he fought the training dummy.
After a few minutes, after watching how he handled a series of jabs from it, he spoke up. “You won’t get any better at hand-to-hand fighting a dummy set to fight like a dummy. Try the Muton or Viper settings. Those might offer you some insight on what we’re going to expect.”