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  1. CLOSED Gods Among Us

    Montessa cradled the rifle in her arms as the helicopter came to a touchdown. It was a long time since she had ever worked with the FBI, the last time being the Maxwell incident. "Could it be," she thought to herself as she slid the door open, "That these terrorists were associated with the Maxwell incident too?" She shook her head and discarded the thought from her mind as she approached the FBI agent waiting for her. There was no time be dwelling on such matters. Now was the time to be...professional. "You must be the agent from Cayman," said the man as he extended a hand to her, "Name's James Rayner, FBI." "Charmed, I'm sure," replied Montessa dismissively as she unslung the rifle from her, flicking a switch on it as it hummed to life, "Now, I heard that there was a Contractor team ready to be sent in? Or are they all dead already?†James grunted and rolled his eyes as he signaled towards the monitor within the control vehicle. “We sent both Contractors in already, first one through the main entrance, second around the back. The assailants are heavily armed, probably professionally trained by the looks of it, and they have Contractors of their own. Total amount of hostiles is unknown, but we estimate at least 20 or 30 inside. SWAT team is almost in position, negotiations are going-†Montessa cut him off as she headed off towards a side entrance. “Thank you for that, ah, brief introduction, Mr Rayner,†she answered, “I think I can handle it from here on. I’m well versed on how efficient the FBI is.†James just clutched and shook his head, sighing. “Ryan, I’m so sorry.†------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tapping on her GPS-watch as she approached what seemed to be inconspicuous wall, she aimed the rifle at the wall, a display popping up as 3 blips appeared on the screen. “Three hostiles,†she muttered. Her plan was to enter the mall from a side entrance, before meeting up with the agent up front. At the very least, the agent who opted to attack from the front would prove interesting. Squeezing the trigger, the rifle whirred and…nothing happened. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Max whistled as he looked around the lingerie department, the hostages shivering and crying as he pointed his rifle at them. He had to pull a few strings and give a few favors, but he finally managed to snag this position during the operation. “Well, at least I get to look at something interesting,†he muttered to himself as he strolled around the aisles, taking in the various bras and panties on display. A particularly revealing set on display made him stop as he let out a loud whistle. “Damn, that’s hot,†he mused as he wiped the sweat from his brows. He was already starting to feel warm as a burning sensation crept up his spine. “Did someone turn up the AC or something?†He wiped another trail of sweat as he looked around, his vision turning blurry. Without warning, he fell to the ground, unable to let more than a mere gurgle as he saw his two partners fall to the ground too, gurgling as steam escaped from their eyeballs and ears. “W-What –the h-hell-†Before he could finish, he exploded, his body rupturing and sending blood splattering over the terrified customers as they huddled together, wondering what the hell had just happened. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Powering down the rifle, Montessa slung the rifle on her back as she planted a detonating charge on the wall, whistling as she did. Pressing the detonator, a loud explosion filled the air as the wall was torn apart. Stepping through the wall, she looked around, noting the panicking hostages as they pointed towards 3 bloodstained splats on the floor, steam still hissing off them. "Microwaves, never fails to make me smile," she sniggered, “Guess I better let R&D know the Thaumaturge rifle works,†she chuckled as she strolled through the departmental store, ignoring the hostages who were crying, some in complete shock at what had just happened. That would be the FBI’s problem. First priority was to meet up with the agent, and secure Cayman’s labs. Already, she could hear the sounds of battle coming from the main lobby of the mall. As she turned the corner, what seemed be a cross between a porcupine and a gorilla was flying towards her at full speed. Without missing a beat, Jormungand materialized out of midair, chomping down on the unknown Celestian and devouring it in a single gulp, before it let out a belch and disappeared. Up ahead, she could see what appeared to be two fully grown men getting their asses kicked in by what seemed to be a young girl in pink jammies. Montessa balked. “That’s what the FBI has come to since I left? At least I can’t say it didn’t get more interesting.†Walking up to the girl, who was busy polishing up the rather one-sided fight, she raised her watch, a hologram of Cayman Industries logo popping up. “Hey kiddo, you with the FBI? I was instructed to meet with you and your buddies.â€
  2. CLOSED Gods Among Us

    Montessa giggled as she approached her target, who was currently cowering from her with his back pressed tightly against the dead end of the alleyway, a pistol pointed shakily at her. What had started out to be a 20 on 1 ambush against her now turned into a massacre as the bodies of the man's compatriots lay around him, a various assortment of appendages and even chunks of the ground missing, the only clue left behind being rather large bite marks where their limbs once were. "P-please!" begged the man, his hands trembling as he aimed his pistol at her, "S-stay back, you monster! killed all of them!" "An astute observation, Mr Ridley," Montessa calmly replied, "But I wonder, where is that spunk and spirit you just had a minute ago? You were just so happy, I swear on it, when you and your little friends came out and surrounded me." "B-back, you monster!" yelled Ridley as he waved the gun at her, "You've come here to kill me haven't you? I've heard things about you, the lapdog of Cayman, how you and your celestian brutally murder people, even ra-" Montessa let out a mock gasp as she covered her mouth. "Oh my," she spoke, her voice dripping with sarcarsm, "Whoever told you that must be mistaken. I've simply come to read you a story." "A what?" "A story, Mr Ridley. Now if you don't mind, let's begin, shall we?" Montessa cleared her throat as she took several pieces of paper out of her pocket. "Have you heard this one before? It's called Employee Contractual Terms no. 5.8©.(iv)." She gave a short cough as she continued, "If an employee of Cayman Industries Ltd breaks his contracts prematurely or joins a competing company, s/he is subject to liability and blah blah blah, all assets and life, blah blah blah," She tossed a few pieces away as she continued reading through the document, Ridley staring at her with a puzzled look. "Blah blah blah, ah, there we go, subject to immediate termination." He gave her a panicked look as she pressed herself closer to him, her forehead practically pressed against the barrel of his pistol. "Like I said Mr Ridley, there's a nothing to worry about," she cooed as she placed her finger on his lips. "Mr Cayman himself made a special exception for you. All you have to do is return to Cayman Industries like a good little boy, and we can put all this behind us, hmm?" This time, Ridley composure straightened, his hands gripping his pistol tighter as her pressed it against Montessa's still smiling face. "I-I can't do that," he explained, "The world needs to know what Cayman has done. The death of innocents, numerous war crimes, corruption of the federal government and so much more." Montessa's smile turned into a pout as she straightened herself up. "What a shame, Mr Ridley. Maybe Jormungand here can change your mind." "What are you talkin-" Before he could complete his sentence, there was naught but a large chomp sound, and the wall behind seemingly disappeared, a large bite taken out of it and what seemed to be a large floating serpent of black floating behind him, its beady eyes staring hungrily. Letting out a girly scream, he emptied his pistol into the creature, the bullets striking its flesh and slowly being consumed by its flesh, slowly sinking into it like it was quicksand. He turned to Montessa, his eyes pleading. "S-spare me! A-Anything but-" There was but a flash of black, before Jormungand descended upon him ravenously, swallowing him in a single bite. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Michael Cayman was a busy man. He had just finished his 3rd shareholder meeting in a row, his lunch appointment with the Israelian Minster of Defence and several ribbon cutting ceremonies today. He sighed as laid back in his Relaxiner 3000, the latest in comfort technology, as the cushioned pads of the char shifted to accommodate his weight. "I have the hardest life," he muttered to no one in particular as he turned on his electronic organiser. "Let's see what's next," he whispered, scrolling through the list of entries, "Meet and greet with the mayor, done, site survey, done...ah, here we go, a meeting with one of my ex-employees." Almost right a cue, there was a knock on his office doors, before the huge double doors swung open. In strolled Montessa, humming happily to herself as two armed guards flanked her. "Ah, my finest agent, Montessa," said Michael jovially, taking a bottle of whiskey from his drawer along with two cup, "I assume you have...convinced Mr Ridley to reconsider his retirement?" Without a word, Montessa snapped her fingers as Jormungand materialized in midair. Letting out a snort, it eyed Michael warily, considering whether to proceed to eat him. "Jormungand." Montessa spoke up, her voice carrying a hint of anger, "What did I tell you about eating Mr Cayman?" Letting out a sound somewhere between a whine and a hiss, it looked down submissively. "Good boy~" she muttered, petting it on the head as it let out annoyed grunts, "Now let Mr Ridley have his little talk with Mr Cayman." There was a soft gurgle that filled the room, before a loud belch resonated through the office room, rattling the windows as it vomited out Ridley, black ichor covering his body as he sat curled in a fetal position rocking back and forth. "Mr Ridley, glad you came back!" bellowed Michael as he poured two glasses of whiskey, "Have you reconsidered leaving this wonderful company yet?" As soon as Ridley heard his voice, he lunged toward him clutching Michael's ankle desperately, his hands trembling. "P-please," his voice completely shaken, "D-don't let m-me go b-back there! I'll d-do anything! I'll b-build anything, p-please just d-don't send me back th-there!" He gave a fearful look at Jormungand, who simply gnashed its jaws in return. "Glad to see you could see past our differences," Michael laughed as he beckoned to the guards, "Bring Mr Ridley to his chamber. Get this man a shower, won't you?" Giving him a salute, the two guards grabbed the still-whimpering Ridley by the shoulders, dragging him out of the room as the double doors closed behind them. Sighing, he offered a glass of whiskey to Montessa. "Yet another employee trying to escape. What does that make, 3 this month alone?" Montessa sipped her drink. "Actually, 5. Last two decided to commit suicide before I could catch them." Downing his drink in a single swift motion, Michael poured himself another glass. "I don't get it really. I pay my employees well, give them full healthcare benefits, heck, I even give them 20% more holidays than any other corporation. All I ask is that they build weapons of war, look the other way when asked about ethics, or just you know, do the deed." Letting out yet another sigh, he took a long, drawn out sip from his glass, before turning to Montessa. "Tell me, Montessa, am I a bad boss?" She simply gave a grin before finishing off her glass. "The world has varying shades of grey, sir," she muttered, looking nowhere in particular, "All I see is a man willing to do the dirty deeds that the rest of the world doesn't want to do." Pressing a few buttons on his desk, a large holographic display of the globe lit up. "Just look, simply 3 years after buying over and unofficially annexing Yemen and Ethiopia, the regions' economic capabilities have skyrocketed, even beating out Israel and Turkey. All thanks to Cayman Industries opening up factories and businesses in the countries themselves. Even terrorism is at a all time low in the region. You've managed to do in 3 years what the American government hasn't been able to do in 50." Raising her glass in a toast to him, she gave a sly grin. "We're making the mother of all omelettes here, sir. Can't fret about every broken egg now, can we?" Chuckling, Michael raised his head, giving her a hearty pet on her shoulder. "See Montessa, this is why you're my favourite agent." "Just doing my job, sir. You have the trigger, just point me wherever you need me." Nodding, he straightened himself out. "Well then, onto business. I apologize for sending you into another mission immediately, but a situation has just occured." Pressing a button on his desk, a monitor lit up, displaying the local news. "A local mall in Konnell has just been taken over by terrorists," he continued, "While I'm not one to matter about such...trivial issues normally, this mall happens to house one of our classified research labs in the basement. Your job is to join up with a FBI Contractor squad, while ensuring the terrorists do not steal our research." "A reunion with old friends huh," said Montessa rolling her eyes, "So what's with me joining up with the FBI? Normally you don't even trust the police or FBI in such matters." "I still don't," he answered, his face stern, "So think of it as babysitting them and making sure they don't screw up. The other reason is that there has been talks about outsourcing law enforcement to Cayman Industries' PMCs, so what better way to put up a good show than putting my best agent on this case?" Giving him a mock curtsey, she let out a snicker. "Very well milord, your wish is my command." As she walked out of the office, she heard Michael call out behind her. "Before I forget, Montessa, I've authorized the usage of the new Thaumaturge rifle. Show them we mean business, eh?" Montessa simply licked her lips.
  3. OPEN [Discussion] Gods Among Us

    Name: Montessa Stroheim Age: 28 Appearance: Neat and formal with silver braided hair, complete with authentic leather trenchcoat and suit. Affiliation: Private Corporation (Cayman Industries) Celestian: Jormungand Personality: Perpetually smiling, Montessa is whimsical and almost mercuric, capable of switching between polite banter and full blown psychopathic laughter in an instant. She enjoys her job a little too much, and has developed a notorious reputation within the company. While not completely unprofessional at her job, she often gets distracted easily, especially by anything she deems cute and/or interesting. History: An ex member of the FBI, Montessa first discovered her Celestian when she was a mere preschooler, it first manifesting when she was relentlessly bullied by two boys, completely annihilating them without a trace. Quickly recruited and trained by the government, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked she took part in the operation known as the "Maxwell Incident", which started when a group of contractors went rogue and rebelled against the government. While fighting the rebel contractors, her Celestian went haywire, ruthlessly tearing apart both friend and foe (including part of the scenery), traumatizing her deeply and completely changing her behaviour. Unable to return to her normal life back in the FBI, she faked her death and spent the next few months roaming the country in solitude. She would then be contacted by a man called Micheal Cayman, CEO of Cayman Industries, one of the largest corporations in the world, and gave her a job as an agent in his company, offering her far superior training to help control her unpredictable Celestian. Fast forward 6 years later, she now works as one of the top agents in Cayman Industries, performing duties that are less than legal in nature, such as sabotaging rival companies, or straight out assassinating their CEOs. Celestian Name: Jormungand ​Appearance: Jormungand takes the shape of a large serpent with the jaws of what seems to be an anglerfish, its huge jaws seemingly able to swallow anything. It's covered in sickly black ichor, and has small beady yellow eyes. It is capable of vanishing and reappearing at will, although it prefers to stay unseen. Stars Rating: 5 Type: Consuming Class: Insane Chaotic Personality: Constantly snapping its jaws, Jormungand has a hair trigger temper, prone to suddenly lashing out and trying to devour the closest target on sight. Added with its ability to appear randomly, it took Montessa close to 3 years just to be able to train it into submission and summon it at will. It has no other personality other that being akin to a rabid dog.
  4. OPEN [Discussion] Gods Among Us

  5. DnD [Open 5e] Beyond the Boundary

    Sounds interesting, only 1 problem. I have no idea how 5e works.
  6. I'm pretty sure Wst is implying it isn't expensive. It's called century egg because some people say the egg is packed in mud, hay and horse urine ammonia for a hundred years. Obviously, this isn't true, considering no one would actually wait a hundred years for an egg.
  7. Geoduck tastes fairly...mild actually, a little less flavor than an abalone. I dunno, most food that may seem weird to you guys are actually fairly common in Singapore. Frog legs, pig innards (actually just about any animal's innard), duck (?) all are pretty common here. I guess the "weirdest" food I wish I could eat is molecular cuisine. Pretty hard to find and expensive in Singapore. Actually, have any of you guys eaten century egg before? Pretty common in Singapore too, but I've heard its an acquired taste overseas.
  8. Gratuitous Mecha Carnage 3: Dragoons

    Arthur noted his Dragoon’s display as it flew through the air, the sky turning a dark grey as if heralding the battle that would come. Already, Blue Leader had given the order to engage, and the battle had already started on the battleground below him, explosions and callsigns surrounding his screen. Still, it wasn’t his role to fight in this battle. His real goal however, was the destruction of key targets in the supply bases behind the frontlines. With a full scale battle raging on, it would prove easy to take out the targets, as most of their forces would have been dedicated to the main battle. Readying his Dragoon’s laser rifle, he motioned to the Hayate flying next to him. “Yashiro,†he called out, “We’re approaching the target area in 5 seconds. Get ready to overwatch and spot targets.†“A-Ah, yes sir, McDouglas-san!†The pilot of the other Hayate nodded as he drew his assault rifle, its laser designator highlighting all the targets as blips on Arthur’s screen. He simply smiled wryly as he aimed the laser rifle down range. Yashiro Kudenai, one of Aegis’ young recruits that he had the privilege of training, was a fresh greenhorn out of training, and this would be his first time experiencing an actual battle. Designated as his spotter, it was a role that would allow Yashiro to experience a battle firsthand, while still managing to keep out of harm’s way. Eager, thought Arthur as he activated his Dragoon’s Dive system, his movements almost becoming one with the Dragoon, but a little too enthusiastic. “Fuel depot, 2 kilometres!†Yashiro called out as Arthur squeezed the trigger, the Widow’s laser beam striking the fuel tank head on. There was a small shower of sparks before a large explosion rocked the area, the fuel tank catching the rest of the tanks in a massive chain explosion that took out the building next to it. “Radar tower, 1.5 kilometres!†Arthur fired his rifle yet again as it cut cleanly through the support struts of the radar dish, the entire tower collapsing in a spectacular fashion as it took out an unfortunate Leopard below it, crushing its head straight in. “Good job, Yashiro,†complimented Arthur as he opened the cooling vents on the Widow, a loud cloud of steam hissing from the barrel, “Nice spotting out there.†Honestly, it wasn’t much, but he knew how much a simple compliment meant to a fresh recruit like Yashiro. As important as it was having the best training and equipment, it was just as important to keep morale up. Too many times had he seen his allies suddenly break under mission stress, completely exposing themselves to the enemy. “Ah, thank you, McDou-“ A stream of heavy caliber cannon fire interrupted Yashiro as the Hayate Kai’s scanners picked up 3 Dragoon targets moving towards them at high speed, most likely Leopards modified with flight packs. An adequate aerial Dragoon response team, but they were no match for a dedicated aerial superiority Dragoon like the Hayate. “Yashiro!†Arthur yelled out as let loose a spray of Phalanx fire, “Prepare for close ranged combat! I’ll take the two on the left, you handle the one on the right!†“Roger, McDouglas-san!†Affixing a progressive blade bayonet to his assault rifle, Yashiro’s Dragoon released of blast of plasma as it flew towards the lone Leopard, locking it in melee combat as Arthur turned to face the other two, stowing the Widow as he evaded bursts of cannon fire. The Widow’s size would make it cumbersome in close range combat, and he doubted Aegis would have liked it if he used it as a club. Letting loose another hail of Phalanx fire, he thumbed through the Hayate’s Kai’s weapon selection, before stopping on the smoke grenade launcher. Selecting airburst mode, he fired a volley of smoke grenades, the area around them filling with thick smoke as the Leopards opened fire blindly. A far cry from the adequately trained soldiers of Aegis, the K.O.C’s soldiers were pretty much poorly trained recruits with no sense of discipline, relying instead on their sheer numbers to overwhelm enemies. Unfortunately for them, a 2 to 1 odd wasn’t enough to dissuade Arthur. Diving through the cloud of smoke, he approached a Leopard from below, a swift punch smashing the assault cannon out of its hands. Before it could draw its blade, Arthur brought his Dragoon’s hand to the Leopard’s face, grabbing its face and effectively blinding it as he brought the Phalanx to its chest. Squeezing the trigger, the Phalanx tore through the chest armor of the Leopard in seconds, the ARES proving no match for the 100 rounds-per-second fire rate of the Phalanx at point blank. Tossing the disabled Leopard aside like a ragdoll, he flew towards the second Leopard, the smoke cloud now wearing off as it regained its sight. Drawing its progressive blade, both Dragoons slammed against each other, their ARES reacting violently to each other as shrapnel sprayed everywhere. Pulling back, Arthur pulled his vernier thrusters into reverse as they rotated forwards, spraying the Leopard with a blast of blue-hot plasma, sending it reeling backwards as he lashed out with the Hayate Kai’s blades, its armblades slamming into the Leopard’s visor in a shower of sparks. Stunning the enemy pilot, he circled back around, grappling the flight pack and in a swift motion, severed the connection cables with a sudden tug, sending the Leopard spiraling downwards, slamming into the ground with a glorious thud. Turning, he saw Yashiro pull his bayonet out of the enemy Dragoon, before he waved happily at him. “McDouglas-san, I did it!’ he yelled happily over the comm, “My first k-†In less than a second, there was a flash of red, before there was nothing more than a molten hole in Yashiro’s Dragoon where its cockpit was supposed to be. 20 years ago, Arthur would have been too stunned to react, but now he knew better than to be shocked on a battlefield. Veering his Dragoon to the side as another laser beam shot past him, he turned towards the ground, the source of the shots. There, he could see several large laser cannons pointed upwards, towed by trucks. Shit, he thought, so those three Leopards were just distractions? Turning on the Kagami’s energy shield as a beam slammed into it with a crackle, he yelled over the mic as shots filled the air. “Blue Leader, can you read? This is Blue Eight reporting, Blue Nine is down, currently taking enemy laser AA fire, send support, I repeat, send support!â€
  9. God Inside The Machine

    The glare of an artificial sun shone through the window, illuminating the room and rudely awakening Pharos. Groaning as she rose from her chemically-induced sleep, she felt something crawl along her blanket. She opened her blurry eyes to find a small little fox-like creature prodding her gently with its foot, its bio-luminescent fur glowing softly as yipped softly, trying to wake her up. Smiling, she got up, picking the small creature up in both hands, raising it into the air. “A good morning to you too, Hel.†Hel let out another small yip as she set it back down, stretching herself as she got out of bed. A simple jump and she was gliding across the room, the lack of gravity allowing her to move around like a fish in water. Specially designed for Alfar to live in, Alfenheim lacked artificial gravity generators, instead letting the whole sector be blanketed in zero-G. To normal humans, this would have been disorienting, but to an Alfar, it was a necessity. Even just walking or standing in normal gravity put a lot of strain on them, requiring them to don an Aesir or Vanir just to prevent their lightweight bones from snapping under their own weight. In zero gravity however, they were almost unmatched in their agility and nimbleness. Brushing her teeth, she forced herself to try and forget what happened yesterday. The Apex Valkyrie getting stolen, that manchild called Noah Winter, ODIN being incompetent (again). Worst of all, LOKI had probably discovered or worse, acquired both the girl and the Aesir. And whatever LOKI was involved in, there was always one man behind all of it. “Lumen.†She growled as she spat into the sink-receptacle, a vacuum pump sucking the contents down the drain as she stepped out of the washroom. An ex-director of ODIN in charge of Aesir Development, he was one of the few humans in Midgard that Pharos begrudgingly respected. A savant in Aesir research, he was specialized and unmatched in all things technology, as compared to Pharos’ natural affinity for biological studies. Adding to that, the man was an excellent strategist and a charismatic leader, Asgard lauding him as one of the most brilliant minds on Midgard until he defected to form LOKI. Since then, all news articles and reports about the man were covered up and censored, and with MIMIR taking over, it was like he never existed. Donning the inactivated Novus Freyja, she pet Hel goodbye as she stepped outside her apartment and into the hovercar waiting outside for her. Today, she would be meeting a special person for lunch, and it wasn’t someone she was particularly looking forward too: Baldur. --------------------------------------------------------------- The Diamond Spire was quite easily the pinnacle of fine cuisine anywhere in Midgard. One of the few, if not only restaurants to serve actual meat and produce, even money wasn’t enough to secure a table at the fine establishment. You had to know the correct people and have a good reputation. Not only was the food top notch, but its service and even architecture was beyond reproach. Housed in its very own skyscraper in the Vanaheim district, its structure of crystal glass and steel spiraled its way through the sky, having a capacity of over a thousand diners, yet it barely received a hundred customers a day. Still, the prices of the menu were more than enough to make up for its lack of customers. Stepping out of the hovercar, an attendant ran right over to her, bowing formally in his crisp and pristine uniform. “Welcome to the Diamond Spire, Miss Sirius,†he spoke, each syllable perfectly pronounced, “Your host is waiting at the VIP dining floor. Please, follow me.†Stepping into the elevator, it wasn’t long before the elevator arrived at the 100th floor. As the doors opened, she noted a dining table smack dab in the middle of what seemed to be a pristinely white circular room. In fact, the room was completely empty except for the dining table in the centre, with 2 chairs on either side. On one side however, was an ugly mug she recognized only too well. “Baldur.†She spoke, her voice montone. Baldur gave a wry smile, his hands clasped together. “Director Sirius,†he replied, his words spoken with perfect accuracy and tone, “Please, take a seat.†Nothing else she could do, she helped herself to a seat as the attendant bowed, stepping out of the room as the elevator doors closed. Focusing his gaze on Pharos, he eyed her contemplatively, his eyes calmly staring into hers. Even Pharos began to sweat as he gazed unflinchingly, almost like he was judging her. Finally she spoke up. “Baldur, was there any reason you called me here, or was it just so we could engage in a staring contest?â€
  10. [Discussion] Dragoons

    Name: Douglas McArthur Age: 46 Personality: A veteran of proxy wars, Douglas has seen his fair share of conflicts around the world, complete with all its horrors and tragedy. Too many times has he seen hot blooded youths join the Mega Corps as wannabe Dragoon pilots, only to toss their lives away in a short and uneventful explosion, fighting as expendable proxies for their masters. A father to his men, he may be grim and sarcastic, but he will do his utmost to prevent them from becoming another bloody mark on the battlefield. Appearance: THIS GLORIOUS MAN Dragoon: Tennin Forgeworks "JF-3000K Hayate Kai" Weapons: M-148 “Widow†25mm Laser EBR – When the ARES system was invented, conventional sniper weapons and battle rifles soon fell out of favor, as their single shot capabilities failed to penetrate the hailstorm of explosive shrapnel the ARES system used to protect itself, lacking the sheer volume of firepower to overwhelm it. However, with the advent of energy based weapons, the humble marksman weapon once again found a place in Dragoon armories everywhere. Accurate, almost instantaneous travel time, long effective range, compounded with the ability to ignore the ARES system made lasers the optimal choice for such weapons, and the Widow was one of the most recognizable and famous of them all. With an effective range of over 8 kilometres, it is the weapon of choice for the modern discerning marksman, capable of eliminating opponents outside of visual range. E6 Las-Sniper Kit – Not so much of a weapon as compared to an attachment, this barrel and sight combo snaps onto the Widow EBR in a matter of seconds, transforming it from a battle rifle to a fully fledged sniper rifle, the M-148S Widowmaker. While it has an even slower firing rate than the Widow, the barrel supercharges the laser beam even further, granting it even longer range and much more power, capable of cutting through an apartment building from over 20 kilometres away. Fearsome and deadly in the hands of a skilled marksman, the Widowmaker is most well known for the infamous 2057 assassination of the late Kilimanjaro Orbital Conglomerate president, Mogame Imbuwe. Despite being inside a bulletproof limousine, flanked by 8 Dragoons, the Widowmaker tore through one of the Dragoons cleanly through its midsection, before striking and utterly destroying the limousine Mogame was in, turning the ground below it into molten glass. Twin Linked 'Phalanx IV' 20mm Close-In Weapons Systems – Mounted in a pair on the Hayate’s left arm, this simple yet deadly weapon fires 20mm armor piercing shells with a high fire rate, compensating for the Widow's weakness at closer ranges as well as functioning as a backup weapon. These provide high firepower at short ranges, overwhelming enemy Dragoons' ARES through sheer volume of fire, though it requires multiple hits for the smaller, lighter projectiles to penetrate a Dragoon's armor. Each of the cannons carries 1200 rounds of ammunition, enough for 12 seconds of sustained fire. Due to the less powerful rounds used, the Phalanx guns can fire on full-auto instead of in bursts. Hyper-Carbon Vernier Blades – Mounted on the arms and feet of the Hayate, these simple armament hold two purposes. First is being the main melee weapon of the Hayate, transforming simple dodges and evasive maneuvers into pirouettes of death and dismemberment, although at most it can only cripple an enemy Dragoon, due to its lack of ability to actually penetrate the ARES without destroying itself. Rather, it was built to reduce drag and improve the aerodynamics of the Hayate while in flight, so actually fighting in melee is not recommended. 4 x 65mm Smoke Grenade Launchers – Mounted on the inner shoulders of the Hayate, these old-fashioned tube-launched grenades explode into a cloud of diffractive particles, reducing the effectiveness of enemy radar as well as their energy weapons, adding to the Hayate’s elusiveness. (Optional) GZ-057 “Themis†85mm OTH Particle Lance – The Energized Particle Over-The-Horizon 85mm Energy Lance, or Themis, is more at home on a battleship than in the hands of a Dragoon. However, when mounted on these walking weapon platforms, its deadliness increases many folds. The mobility of a Dragoon combined with the devastating power of the particle lance is deadly force to be reckoned with, and many commanders have opted to use this tactic in battle to great effect. However, the weapon itself comes with many drawbacks, limiting its use in the field. Firstly, it is an extremely heavy weapons system, weighing in at over 5 tons, and secondly, not many Dragoon reactors can supply enough power to the weapon to be fired effectively. In the Hayate’s case, while it is able to lift and fly while carrying the weapon and supply it with enough power (just barely), it is forced to remove all other weapons except the Vernier blades to compensate for the weight and energy demands this beast of a weapon requires. However, once in position high above in the sky, it allows the Hayate to unleash a destructive beam from the sky in a single devastating yet surgical strike. Abilities: Auxiliary Energy Cells – Mounted in place of where spare ammo magazine would be kept for use in conventional projectile weapons, these external power cells provide the Hayate with enough energy for its weapon systems, flight and ARES. Enhanced Aerial Vernier Thrusters – Mounted on the hips of the Hayate, these are the key to its superior flight capabilities, as well as granting it extreme speed in combat. However, they guzzle energy when in operation, which is why auxiliary energy cells have to be used. ARES Kagami - Default equipment for every Dragoon produced during and after the great war. The Autonomous Regenerative Explosive-interception Suite is an active defense system consisting of an advanced sensor suite that detects all incoming projectiles, and panels of nano-material armor covering the entire surface of the Dragoon that explosively eject the surface layers of the armor to deflect or destroy them before they can even reach the Dragoon, before using nano-fabrication techniques to regenerate the lost armor. This makes Dragoons almost invulnerable to conventional anti-armor weapons like RPGs, as only sustained volumes of high-caliber fire can overwhelm the ARES and strike the enemy Dragoon itself. In addition, since the ARES destroys projectiles by essentially hurling red-hot metal shards at them, it is near-impossible to go within 100 meters of a hostile Dragoon on foot without being reduced to hamburger meat. However, the ARES is not invulnerable -- it provides no defense against (admittedly expensive, incredibly bulky and slow-firing) laser and particle beam weapons, it can be overwhelmed by massive volumes of firepower, and since Dragoons are heavily-armored enough to withstand the ARES' explosive shrapnel, Dragoons frequently dispatch each other at point-blank range using specially-reinforced melee weaponry in lieu of using ammo-hungry firearms. In addition, since the ARES system relies on active sensing to detect incoming fire, it lights up the machines in question like beacons, making stealth impossible when ARES is turned on. Since the head contains the sensors required for the ARES to work, it is by necessity more lightly armored, and head-shots can cripple a Dragoon with fewer shots and without killing the pilot. The ARES Kagami combines all this with a prototype energy dispersion shield, capable of diffusing or even outright reflecting energy rounds fired at it, although power strains make it capable of operating at only a few seconds at a time. This can be used in both defensive and supportive situations, such as reflecting an ally’s beam shot from the ground while in the air to reflect it downwards, striking distant targets that may have normally been out of reach. All-Terrain Mobility Systems -- The Hayate is equipped with jet thrusters across its chassis for bursts of acceleration and short-distance flight capabilities. In melee combat, it can also activate its jet thrusters while pointed at an enemy in a last-ditch attempt to overheat their electronics or injure their pilot. In addition, the Dragoon is equipped with supercavitation systems to allow it to move as easily under water as it can on land, making it truly an all-purpose weapon. Background: Born in Southern USA under the Phoenix Corporation’s jurisdiction, he like every other boy his age was drawn in by the fancy allure of being a Dragoon pilot. Enlisting as a proxy soldier for the Phoenix Corporation, he was only 18 when he entered his real conflict, a bloody battle known now as the Great War. The destruction and carnage he saw there scarred his mind, although his contract/debt to the Mega Corp prevented him from leaving their employ. Working hard and miraculously escaping death multiple times partly due to skill and luck, at the ripe old age of 43 he actually managed to pay off his debt, a fact that shocked many as others would have died in combat before they could finish paying up, leaving their future generation with debts. Surviving for 25 years, he left his employer, and while other sane people would have used this chance to settle down and retire, the scene of the Great War still lingered fresh in his mind, and in the end he vowed his life to make sure others would never have to go through this again. Seeking Aegis, they eagerly welcomed him due to his experience and his reputation. Rising to the rank of Master Sergeant in just 3 years, he now trains the rest of Aegis’ recruits, making sure they fully know what they’re getting into. Hayate Kai: Built for aerial superiority as fighter planes were soon phased out to make way for Dragoon research, the Hayate Kai. While air to air combat between Dragoons are rare, height advantage still plays a role even in the near future, allowing Dragoons to strike from any angle. For this task, the Hayate Kai is equipped with precision weapons, striking down enemies and providing support for their frontline troops. When equipped with the Themis, its role becomes that of heavy artillery, coordinating with ground teams to devastate even bases with a single shot. While not meant for close range combat, its twin Vernier thrusters give it unprecedented speed on the battle field, either overwhelming the opponent with fast strikes, or quickly retreating to a more advantageous position.
  11. The Scars of Magic

    Sure, I need to post on another RP before coming back to this though, so give me a while.
  12. Psychedelic Space Lounge

    Just like your mo...oh wait
  13. The Scars of Magic

    Farius would probably be more diplomatic however, so he'll probably ask you to stand down and surrender first, before he has to attack.
  14. Swarm Mystery 3: Solus Imperium [SWARM VICTORY!]

    See these 23 PhDs? These wrenches? This here 10 gallon hat? That means I'm the best engineer around. My job is to solve problems, not your philosophical ones though, practical ones like "How the gosh dang heck am I going to turn of that AI?". And them some.
  15. The Scars of Magic (Closed)

    Farius sighed as he turned around, the Dusk Knight's menacing figure blotting out the light behind him, casting a looming shadow. "The Dusk Knight," he muttered, "I really didn't know who else I would have explected. I'm fully aware that girl was a user of Free Magic, but considering I'm after a certain infamous witch, I would prefer if I didn't have to get into unnecessary fights." The Dusk Knight snorted derisively. "Sounds like cowardice and heresy to me." "I'm sorry I don't have a tireless body made out of enchanted metal. Sure would be helpful if I could kill a hundred heretics without feeling tired, hm? “Useless banter will not help us exterminate the enemies of the empire,†the Dusk Knight spoke up, his voice a flat monotone, “Let us deal with these heretics first, be they minor annoyances or power-crazed witches, then we can talk about replacing your body with living metal.†Farius rolled his eyes as he surveyed the stables. As much as he disliked the Dusk Knight, there was no greater ally than him when it came down to hunting the enemies of the empire. It was rumoured that he had slain over a hundred heretics himself, and not a single one was wrongly accused of witchcraft, almost as if he could smell and verify each one of them personally, which earned him the nickname of the Hound of the Empire, a name which struck fear into both heretics and sanctioned mages alike, for even they weren’t exempt from his judgment. If this Neraphis for as powerful as the reports said, then he would be a fool to reject his aid, no matter how brutal it was. “You there!†Farius asked, pointing to the terrified stable master, who was currently standing with his mouth agape at the gigantic suit of armor who pranced into his shop, “A couple of your finest horses, and 2 saddles.†“Y-yes sir,†replied the stable master as he fetched two black stallions, one of them a large beast easily twice the Farius himself, obviously meant for the Dusk Knight to use. As he reached into his pouch for his coin pouch, the stable master waved his hands desperately. “N-no need, s-sir, on the house, j-just for you.†Farius smiled as he mounted his horse, the Dusk Knight doing the same, his horse neighing under the the weight of his armor. “The empire thanks you for your valuable contribution,†he replied as both of them galloped forth, his companion leading the way like a bloodhound. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “All bow for her Excellency, the Empress!†The entire court, which was filled with numerous officials and nobles gave a deep bow as Saria gave a meek wave, before sitting upon the throne, an oversized (at least compared to her) chair gleaming with solid gold and countless jewels embedded in it, a testament to the empire’s wealth and power. As she glanced across the room, an elderly man stepped in behind her, his monocle gleaming in the darkness, a person who she recognized as the royal vizier, Louiseux. She couldn’t help but feel uneasy whenever he was around, especially today when Farius wasn’t around. He gave her a wry smile as the rest of the court rose, before the doors were flung wide open, a rather beaten looking man shackled in chains tossed through the door, before the guards picked him and prodded him with their spears, urging him to walk forwards before he knelt before Saria, his face filled with dirt and tears. She couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him as Louiseux read out the man’s crimes before the court. “This man, James Stilkwater of Eonia, is accused of theft, resisting arrest, and heresy for the usage of Free Magic for personal gains.†A few nobles scoffed when they heard the last charge being read, some booing him, the others turning away in disgust as he tried to hide his head in shame. “The crimes of theft and resisting arrest carry a sentence of 5 and 8 years respectively,†Louiseux continued, a slight hint of contempt in his voice, “But the act of heresy and consorting with the Ruinous Powers are crimes so great, even death is but the lightest punishment we can give you. Pray her Excellency grants you her divine mercy, lest you be hung at the gallows till death.†As he finished his speech, James began sobbing uncontrollably as the rest of the crowd jeered in approval, some calling for a harsher sentence as Saria bit her lips. She never liked giving the verdict in court, and without Farius around to advise her, this was a difficult judgment to make. Standing up, she slowly walked down the steps from the throne, the crowd quieting down as they stared at the scene unfolding before them. As she knelt before James, she gently lifted his head, his tears reflecting her emerald eyes as he blinked in confusion. “Y-yer Majesty,†he stammered, “P-please, what I did was out of d-d-desperation. Eonia was just h-hit by a hurricane, the f-fields have been r-ravaged, and e-even with the aid money, t-there’s just not enough f-food for all of us.†Saria gave a soft nod, “So, what did you do to be caught?†James gave a hard swallow before continuing. “At first, some of us tried stealing from the neighboring villages or from travelling merchants, but even that wasn’t enough to supply us with enough to eat.†“And that’s when you decided to use Free Magic?†He nodded as he faced away from Saria, too embarrassed to face her. “Aye. There was a lady who visited us. She told use about the ways of Free Magic, and how it could save us from this plight. Being a good citizen, we all were suspicious of her, but we were all starving, and some of the older folks had just keeled over and died. Desperate, I tried casting a simple spell she taught us and, miracles be damned, that old fruit tree which was uprooted in the storm? It started sprouting fruits like it was summer! I figured that I could help the rest of the village, I could grow enough food for everyone!†He sighed as he continued. “That’s when the inquisitors came. I was overzealous in my application of the magic and was caught. I promise, yer Majesty, we only did so because we had no choice.†She nodded as she got up, facing a rather voluptuous lady dressed in the finest silks and fabrics, a person she recognized as Treasurer Erith. “Treasurer,†she asked, her voice soft yet firm, “How much did we supply to aid Eonia after the hurricane?†Erith yawned boredly, her numerous gold bangles jangling noisily, “Your Majesty, I assure you, we were very generous with our donation.†“And how much exactly did we donate?†“Like I said, more than enough of what a simple peasant deserves,†replied Erith, “500 gil for their entire village. They should be thankful for this donation.†Nodding, she turned down to face James. “And how big is the population of Eonia?†“Used to be a couple of hundred, ma’am. Now we’re down to just barely a hundred.†Saria looked horrified. “That’s barely 5 gil per person! Treasurer, what’s happening here?†Rolling her eyes, Erith replied, her eyes boredly dismissing the situation. “These are peasants, your Majesty, not elites and nobles like us. They are resourceful folk, 5 gil should be more than enough for them.†Saria grit her teeth. Deep down, she knew that was hardly enough to feed the mouths of a hundred villagers, let alone afford repairs. “Tell me,†she asked, “How much have we allocated for Memorial Day next month?†“50,000 gil. We’ve hired the finest performers, imported Narubian lilies, your mother’s favourite might I add, 300 doves to be released, and…†“Halve it, and donate the remainder to Eonia.†Erith’s eyes widened. “Your Majesty, Memorial Day is the day where we pay respect to the late Empress Maria. To use anything else besides the best would be an insult to her fair name!†Saria was unshakened. She would not see her mother’s name be used to justify leaving her citizens to suffer. “That was not a request, that was an order,†she replied, “I do not think my mother would want to see her own citizens starving and suffering while thousands of gil are used to celebrate her.†“But…but…†Erith silently cursed as she bowed before Saria. It was useless to argue with her in the court, especially with the rest of the room watching. “As you wish your Majesty, 25,000 gil will be given in aid of Eonia.†James himself gave a big cheer as knelt before Saria, bowing repeatedly. “Thank you, your Majesty,†he wept, “I, no, Eonia thanks you for this aid.†“Ahem.†A loud voice came from the back as a rather portly man elbowed his way to the front, a man whom she recognized as Grand Magus Oddum, the head of all sanctioned mages in the Bariura Empire. “There is still a matter of his heresy of using Free Magic. We all know about what Free Magic leads to, and to use it is to invite the Ruinous Powers.†“They had no other choice, Grand Magus, they were starving to death, without any form of magic to help them.†Oddum scoffed. “That is no excuse. Our own sanctioned mages are capable of enhancing the land, like we do with the farms around the capital. They should have asked for our help, and we would have gladly helped them.†This time James interjected, anger growing in his voice. “Aye, we asked, but there was no reply. We were ignored, left to die while you mages float an orb or somethin’.†“Please, enough, both of you,†Saria spoke, before turning back to Oddum. “Why couldn’t our mages help Eonia?†she asked, “It’s only barely a day’s trip away by carriage.†“Well…I…uh…†Oddum racked his mind for a suitable excuse, “We…were short on manpower. With the Alvia Alliance attacking from the south, almost all our mages were sent to the frontlines to aid our brave troops in battle.†Saria paused. “If that’s the case, why don’t we teach simple Charter Magic to the people? That way they are able to help themselves if needed to.†Oddum almost choked. “Your Excellency, they are but mere peasants. Are you really considering granting them the ability to use Charter Magic? They could plan a revolt, or even-†“The ‘peasants’ are the ones who need it the most, Grand Magus,†she cut him off, her voice firm with authority, “I say we should at least teach them basic Charter Magic, magic that could help them with their lives.†Oddum, just like Erith, silently cursed as he bowed. “As you wish, Your Excellency.†A clapping sound came from behind them as Louiseux descended the steps. “I’m happy we all came to an agreement,†he said, his voice almost jovial, “But there is still a matter of his punishment. No matter how you view it, your Excellency, he still committed crimes against the Empire. Now, what is your verdict for this poor soul?†Saria gazed down towards James, who once again started shaking in fear. “James Stilkwater,†she began, her voice firm and strong, “Your crimes against the Empire are grave, and with just that, I would have you sentenced to death for your sins.†Pausing she resumed, this time her much more gentle. “However, in light of your situation, I am willing to offer you a lighter sentence.†There was an almost audible gasp in the audience as she continued. “We are currently at war with the Alvia Alliance, and we are ever seeking new recruits for our army. With the power vested in me as Empress, I sentence you to 50 years of service with the Bariurian penal company.†A big smile broke out on James’ face as he had to restrain himself from hugging his merciful Empress. “T-Thank you, your Majesty,†he answered as the guards came over to fetch him, “I promise, I will serve as a faithful soldier of the Empire! Sieg Bariura!†--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Accursed girl!†Erith’s voice rang throughout the room as a teacup was hurled, smashing against the wall and shattering. “That little brat must thinking money grows on trees,†she fumed, “Wasting our hard earned money on commoners? Bah, they know barely anything more than eating, sleeping, farming and fucking!†“Watch your language, Erith,†came Oddum's voice from the other end of the room, who was currently seated a table, his hand clasped together. “You think I like any of this either? Giving Charter Magic to the common folk? What if they organize a rebellion? What if they attempt to take the law into their own hands?†“Calm down, the both of you.†A third voice entered the room as Louiseux entered the room. “Our plan is almost complete. Farius fell for that little piece of information I left him.†“Hmph, I should hope so,†pouted Erith as she poured three glasses of sherry, “I swear, that man’s been a horrible influence to the Empress. She’s been getting more and more decisive lately, not to mention getting filled with all those silly notions of equality. Why, I miss the days when the girl was too scared to even use the washroom alone.†“So, when do we make our move then?†Oddum asked, tapping impatiently on the table. “Tomorrow, at the stroke of midnight. My men have all been briefed, and all has planned out.†Raising his glass, he toasted as Erith and Oddum joined him. “Soon, Bariura will have a new leader, and a new future. Sieg Bariura!â€