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Destiny of Man

Turning calmly at the conscious woman Kean gave her a nod and moved back to give her room to work and act. By the time he had turned his attention back to the other it seemed that she had regained conscious too. ‘Good.’ Seeing as there wasn’t much reason for him to monitor them anymore, he gave the escape pod another look over to see if anything of use had been dropped or left behind in the aftermath of the crash. The sound of footsteps hitting the floor outside told him he was now alone in the wreckage and he performed yet another sweep as he headed towards the exit before finally he hopped out to join the others. He took in the situation as well as he could once he saw everyone that had escaped the Mahatama alongside him. Zarubin no longer had his drone with him and he hadn’t noticed any sign of it back in the pod, so it was probably deployed at the moment. Griver was apparently already injured and needed Aurelias’ attention which was great. Sentinel was giving up not only “hope”, but the contents of her stomach as well. All in all? Pretty good considering how they had arrived at such a situation. Replying to the group’s medic though, he nodded at Griver who was on the floor, “Perhaps take care of him?”He wasn’t in command, that was Skye’s job, so ultimately his was simply a suggestion. That aside he turned to face the woman in charge as he grasped his firearm and brought it in front of him, waiting for her orders.

AcadeMMO: First Semester

Apologies, but I'll be dropping.

Destiny of Man

Kean jolted back into the world of the conscious rather abruptly and was immediately surveying the situation around him despite being upside down. Given the pod’s orientation, the pilot had managed to make a landing despite the condition; respectable. It seemed that most of the occupants had already awakened which was somewhat of a sore point for him, but things were what they were and there was no point in dwelling on it. Gripping the mangled harness that kept him locked in place, he clenched his fist to crush the mechanism before tearing it away. At the same time, his other hand grabbed the seat’s headrest so he didn’t fall face first into the ground. Landing feet first, he glanced at the two that were still unconscious and tilted his head in thought. Both were rather valuable to the mission given extra bodies were always useful and one was the team’s medic. While he could hear conversation outside the craft, it didn’t seem like his input was necessary as the in-command seemed to be doing fine. Checking up on his equipment as he walked over to the two still hanging from their harnesses he gave them a quick visual. Didn’t look like anything horrible had happened, but it was hard to see if there were any neck or head injuries from his position. Relying on the bio-scanner built into the helmet, he booted the soft and hardware up to let it begin running diagnostics. Given the awkward angle he was positioned to them it would take a while to get full feedback, but it didn’t look like the others were about to start exploring just yet, nor would he have approved of abandoning two allies so readily. Until he knew their conditions though, Kean wasn’t about to move either of them.

Destiny of Man

Cool. Guess I'll be working on a post soon.

Destiny of Man

Name: Kean “Grave-1” Syun Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: 5’11 (1.8m) and about 200lb (91kg). As expected of those measurements, he’s literally dense muscle and bone. Specialty: General Special Operative (Former Pilot) Starting Sanity: 200/200 Psychological Record: Tenacious, self-driven, and pragmatic; all traits expected and required from those who serve in his capacity. At the same time, he’s also callous and detached, as if driven solely by the mission and uncaring for those who may interfere. Questions of whether he’s human or simply a really good android aren’t too uncommon after spending a bit of time around him. TL;DR/C: Born to major Alliance trade world, lively family with successful business owner parents. Looked up to and admired the constant stream of ships that came and went from the major space station above. Enrolled in military academy to become pilot and successfully did so. Fought in the war against the secessionists for several years, and was approached by Alliance Spec Ops after demonstrating potential to become an operative. Accepted and went through the training, though resisted against mental conditioning. Partially successful, now being deployed on first mission.

Background

Born to one of the Alliance’s major hub worlds, all Kean ever knew was the urban sprawl of an economic power. Vast towers of gleaming steel that blotted out the horizon and a space station large enough that it dwarfed the sun even during the day. (No not literally) At night it wasn’t the stars that fascinated him, but the never ceasing streaks of light left by ships that travelled to and from the station hanging in orbit. Though his homeworld was fascinating in its own right, he had longed to travel through the vastness of space, leaving behind a trail of fading light. His family was successful and lived a rather wealthy lifestyle near the top of the skyscrapers in the planet’s capital. As business owners his parents spent much of their time away from home, but the large condo was never lifeless. Numerous siblings and a grandfather kept the home lively at almost any time of the day, and as he and his siblings grew older it wasn’t uncommon for at least one to remain awake through the night. As the family grew older though, siblings and members began to walk their own paths in life. Some followed in their parents footsteps, perfectly content to work within their successful businesses or in the field, but Kean didn’t seek a pampered life. Instead he enrolled into military academy with the intent on becoming a pilot. He managed to do so just fine and found himself on one of the Alliance carriers within a year of graduating and earning his rank of 2nd Lieutenant. Unknowingly he had also caught the eyes of those above for his rather stellar performance in the academy. He participated in combat for several years during the war against secessionists in the Outer Rim. Countless hours were spent in nerve wracking dogfights through the void of space, surrounded by lancing beams of lasers and the high pitched whine of his craft’s missile-lock warning system. Surprisingly enough, for a rather fresh recruit that hadn’t seen any sort of combat before, Kean didn’t suffer any real adverse effects during the many years he participated in the war. Perhaps because of this, he was approached when the conflict seemed to be coming to an end with an offer. He accepted, unaware of exactly what it would entail, though by the time he realized it would be too late for him to rescind his acceptance. The brutal physical regime he tolerated without complaint, the physical modifications to his body; to improve him, he could endure, but the mental conditioning they put him through. Though he could understand logically why it was done, he refused and rejected it. He had joined the military to be see the vastness of the galaxy, not to become some chained hunting dog. And so he during those sessions, he took refuge in the small parts of his mind, the memories that their methods couldn’t quite reach or wash away. In the end, the result was an operative whose mental conditioning wasn’t as complete as his superiors would have liked. Chalked up to Kean’s youth as a Spec Op, his first mission would be to accompany the reconnaissance squad to Providence.

Equipment:

• An augmented performance suit that boasts a number of features including artificial muscles to further augment his physical capabilities, a compliment of sensors and electronic warfare measures in the helmet, and a Hermes system that enables short bursts of quick speed. The armor plating provides significant defense against small arms fire and melee weaponry. The suit is also capable of self-sealing, and has a backup supply of oxygen should the user venture into dangerous environments.
• Wears a combat vest over the suit, mostly for additional storage capacity, though it does provide a bit of additional protection against handgun rounds.
• Carries a Battle Rifle. Magazines carry 30 rounds each, and Kean carries about 9 (one in weapon) on his person if possible.
• The TMP SMG is carried as a sidearm due to its rather small size. Its magazines hold up to 40 rounds, and he likes 5 if possible.
• A Nova Knifeserves as Kean’s melee weapon if it comes down to it. Capable of superheating its edge until it a layer of plasma is generated, it can carve through even heavy armor in the right hands.
• An injection pouch that holds a number of serums designed for use with his modified and adjusted body. Contains two rapid regeneration serums that activate certain chemicals which enhance his body’s ability to heal; only serves as a first aid method to stop immediate death, two concentrated stim serums; a potent mix of adrenaline and other chemicals that kick the operative’s body and mind into overdrive in desperate situations, and a paired injection that allows the operative to drop life signs to essentially nothing and then recover from the state.

AcadeMMO: First Semester

And now Rian is being vengeful.

AcadeMMO: First Semester

Rian clicked his tongue as he watched the Beast tear a number of bloody gashes in Ryouta's arm. They didn't look too bad, but it was his job to heal them even if it wasn't exactly necessary in his opinion. Nonetheless, he gave his staff a small twirl and began to chant, but something caused him to sputter and lose the spell. Some random AcadeMMO student, going by his appearance, charged out of nowhere towards the Cockatrice and landed a few hits on it. If Rian had seemed slightly annoyed at the fact that Ryouta and Haruka had joined the party, then he was downright angry at this scumbag who thought he could just sneak in and get rewards after realizing it was safe to do so. 'Oh hell no,' he thought bitterly, as he easily sidestepped the Cockatrice's spit attack. Its aim was good, given that Rian had to actually move, but it telegraphed its intent and acted on it so slowly that the Cleric was already moving before the spit had even left its mouth. Stepping away from even the drops that splattered when the projectile hit the ground, the glow that surrounded his staff's head wasn't green that signalled healing for Ryouta, but the same black aura that he'd just used moments ago. “Weakness revealed, vulnerabilities exposed, Frailty of Strength and Speed.” Muttering the chant, the aura streamed forward from his staff to surround and swallow Abigael, weighing down his entire body and draining his arms of any strength in them. At that point he didn't even care about what the others who were part of the "party" might have thought of his actions. Rian simply saw someone who was trying to take advantage of a situation that had been in control and reap the benefits. _______________ ((OOC: Abigael should have his Attack get dropped to 0, and his Speed to 4.))

AcadeMMO: First Semester

Rian’s head snapped towards the treeline as soon as the roar reached them, bringing his staff up to bear with a smooth spin. Noticing the rustling of the corn stalks as something began to charge towards the group, he began to backpedal away from the others, intending to spread out so the creature couldn’t simply charge in amongst their group. Without waiting for it to reveal itself, he began to gather the mana and concentration needed to unleash his spell. Lowering the staff so the tip was pointed forward and aimed towards the cornfield, he began his chant. “Weakness revealed, vulnerabilities exposed, Frailty of Movement and Toughness.” As he muttered the chant quietly, a dark glow began to gather around the staff’s head, streams of darkness swirling around the two prongs. Thrusting the staff forward when the ExBeast finally revealed itself with a jump, the gathered glow streamed forth to surround and envelop the Cockatrice. Even mid-air, the creature seemed to immediately falter as the curse took hold, sapping it of its agility. --- (OOC: Speed, Evasion, and Defense for Cockatrice have been reduced to 0.)

AcadeMMO: First Semester

Stepping forward towards the telepad after Winnifred’s arrival, Rian brought a hand up to shield his eyes from the flash that accompanied the teleportation spell. Dropping his hand away after the bright light had subsided, he took in the group’s new surroundings. It was… quaint, that was the best word he found for this small ruralistic town they’d arrived at. He didn’t spend too long dwelling on their immediate surroundings as it seemed safe enough, and looked to set off in search of the locals for information. Thankfully that part of the mission seemed to handle itself as a driver pointed them in the direction of their target. Returning Winnifred’s nod, he followed after the blonde with his eyes peeled; if the Cockatrice got the drop on them things would go bad fairly quickly. His staff left small holes as he used it like a walking stick, driving its butt into the soft earth underfoot. The length and heavy head made it somewhat unwieldy to carry about and doing so made his life somewhat easier.

Destiny of Man

Name: Kean “Grave-1” Syun Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: 5’11 (1.8m) and about 200lb (91kg). As expected of those measurements, he’s literally dense muscle and bone. Specialty: General Special Operative (Former Pilot) Starting Sanity: Psychological Record: Tenacious, self-driven, and pragmatic; all traits expected and required from those who serve in his capacity. At the same time, he’s also callous and detached, as if driven solely by the mission and uncaring for those who may interfere. Questions of whether he’s human or simply a really good android aren’t too uncommon after spending a bit of time around him. TL;DR/C: Born to major Alliance trade world, lively family with successful business owner parents. Looked up to and admired the constant stream of ships that came and went from the major space station above. Enrolled in military academy to become pilot and successfully did so. Fought in the war against the secessionists for several years, and was approached by Alliance Spec Ops after demonstrating potential to become an operative. Accepted and went through the training, though resisted against mental conditioning. Partially successful, now being deployed on first mission.

Background

Born to one of the Alliance’s major hub worlds, all Kean ever knew was the urban sprawl of an economic power. Vast towers of gleaming steel that blotted out the horizon and a space station large enough that it dwarfed the sun even during the day. (No not literally) At night it wasn’t the stars that fascinated him, but the never ceasing streaks of light left by ships that travelled to and from the station hanging in orbit. Though his homeworld was fascinating in its own right, he had longed to travel through the vastness of space, leaving behind a trail of fading light. His family was successful and lived a rather wealthy lifestyle near the top of the skyscrapers in the planet’s capital. As business owners his parents spent much of their time away from home, but the large condo was never lifeless. Numerous siblings and a grandfather kept the home lively at almost any time of the day, and as he and his siblings grew older it wasn’t uncommon for at least one to remain awake through the night. As the family grew older though, siblings and members began to walk their own paths in life. Some followed in their parents footsteps, perfectly content to work within their successful businesses or in the field, but Kean didn’t seek a pampered life. Instead he enrolled into military academy with the intent on becoming a pilot. He managed to do so just fine and found himself on one of the Alliance carriers within a year of graduating and earning his rank of 2nd Lieutenant. Unknowingly he had also caught the eyes of those above for his rather stellar performance in the academy. He participated in combat for several years during the war against secessionists in the Outer Rim. Countless hours were spent in nerve wracking dogfights through the void of space, surrounded by lancing beams of lasers and the high pitched whine of his craft’s missile-lock warning system. Surprisingly enough, for a rather fresh recruit that hadn’t seen any sort of combat before, Kean didn’t suffer any real adverse effects during the many years he participated in the war. Perhaps because of this, he was approached when the conflict seemed to be coming to an end with an offer. He accepted, unaware of exactly what it would entail, though by the time he realized it would be too late for him to rescind his acceptance. The brutal physical regime he tolerated without complaint, the physical modifications to his body; to improve him, he could endure, but the mental conditioning they put him through. Though he could understand logically why it was done, he refused and rejected it. He had joined the military to be see the vastness of the galaxy, not to become some chained hunting dog. And so he during those sessions, he took refuge in the small parts of his mind, the memories that their methods couldn’t quite reach or wash away. In the end, the result was an operative whose mental conditioning wasn’t as complete as his superiors would have liked. Chalked up to Kean’s youth as a Spec Op, his first mission would be to accompany the reconnaissance squad to Providence.

Equipment:

• An augmented performance suit that boasts a number of features including artificial muscles to further augment his physical capabilities, a compliment of sensors and electronic warfare measures in the helmet, and a Hermes system that enables short bursts of quick speed. The armor plating provides significant defense against small arms fire and melee weaponry. The suit is also capable of self-sealing, and has a backup supply of oxygen should the user venture into dangerous environments.
• Carries a Battle Rifle. Magazines carry 30 rounds each, and Kean carries about 9 (one in weapon) on his person if possible.
• The TMP SMG is carried as a sidearm due to its rather small size. Its magazines hold up to 40 rounds, and he likes 5 if possible.
• A Nova Knifeserves as Kean’s melee weapon if it comes down to it. Capable of superheating its edge until it a layer of plasma is generated, it can carve through even heavy armor in the right hands.
• An injection pouch that holds a number of serums designed for use with his modified and adjusted body. Contains two rapid regeneration serums that activate certain chemicals which enhance his body’s ability to heal; only serves as a first aid method to stop immediate death, two concentrated stim serums; a potent mix of adrenaline and other chemicals that kick the operative’s body and mind into overdrive in desperate situations, and a paired injection that allows the operative to drop life signs to essentially nothing and then recover from the state.