In the dim light of the room, the Military commander swallowed hard. he had five stars on his shoulders and was a usually proud man. However, this was not his finest hour. This was a bit far fetched, no this was fucking insane, asinine and not ok. This was as alien to him as well... the fucking aliens invading the planet. He cursed under his breath.
"I..... grr...." The commander began to say, only for his assistant to speak up. "Sir, please, time is short as it is, we need you to introduce the new group to the current situation." the woman said.
"Fine! you..... things are new soldiers and weapons for the Asgard initiative. We captured one of their down saucers and the boys..." he said, then got a mean look from the assistant. "... and girls in the lab figured out it was how they manufactured weapons and were so quick to come up with new weapons to counter our own. It's how we've been losing and you're merely the second group to be produced from this machine. As to how we got it working, none of our scientists have been able to produce anything worthwhile, nor our soldiers.... turns out it requires an immense amount of passion and love for the created object. We brought in gun enthusiasts but they only produced normal weapons. So we turned to the only source of weaponry on par with the enemy, nerds, otaku and gamers. You're the offspring of their minds and passion, so we have no choice but to entrust the planet's survival to you. We're down to but a few bases and the rest of planet is in ruins. Please girls, we're counting on you to fight for us...." He said as the lights came up to the mecha-girls infront of him.
Turning and leaving, the commander walked into his officer, then sat in his chair. He had a family line of military leaders, generals and heroes. He needed their guidance, he needed their luck and their skills. What he needed right now though, was the strongest scotch he could find.
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Right, welcome to Asgard, aliens have started to invade the planet and our hopes and dreams ride on the girls brought to life that display the characteristics of mecha through gear and several other facets.
As it stands, most of the earth has been destroyed and there are only several pockets of resistance left against the Aliens invading the planet. Most notable is the Asgard Initiative, which uses said mecha girls to fight the aliens head on. The roleplay will consist of missions, scavenging and some slice of life interaction on base.
Sheet:
Name:
Unit name: (please no completely broken mecha)
Universe of unit:
Appearance: (pictures please)
Casual wear:
Gear:
Weapons:
Defenses:
Other:
"I..... grr...." The commander began to say, only for his assistant to speak up. "Sir, please, time is short as it is, we need you to introduce the new group to the current situation." the woman said.
"Fine! you..... things are new soldiers and weapons for the Asgard initiative. We captured one of their down saucers and the boys..." he said, then got a mean look from the assistant. "... and girls in the lab figured out it was how they manufactured weapons and were so quick to come up with new weapons to counter our own. It's how we've been losing and you're merely the second group to be produced from this machine. As to how we got it working, none of our scientists have been able to produce anything worthwhile, nor our soldiers.... turns out it requires an immense amount of passion and love for the created object. We brought in gun enthusiasts but they only produced normal weapons. So we turned to the only source of weaponry on par with the enemy, nerds, otaku and gamers. You're the offspring of their minds and passion, so we have no choice but to entrust the planet's survival to you. We're down to but a few bases and the rest of planet is in ruins. Please girls, we're counting on you to fight for us...." He said as the lights came up to the mecha-girls infront of him.
Turning and leaving, the commander walked into his officer, then sat in his chair. He had a family line of military leaders, generals and heroes. He needed their guidance, he needed their luck and their skills. What he needed right now though, was the strongest scotch he could find.
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Right, welcome to Asgard, aliens have started to invade the planet and our hopes and dreams ride on the girls brought to life that display the characteristics of mecha through gear and several other facets.
As it stands, most of the earth has been destroyed and there are only several pockets of resistance left against the Aliens invading the planet. Most notable is the Asgard Initiative, which uses said mecha girls to fight the aliens head on. The roleplay will consist of missions, scavenging and some slice of life interaction on base.
Sheet:
Name:
Unit name: (please no completely broken mecha)
Universe of unit:
Appearance: (pictures please)
Casual wear:
Gear:
Weapons:
Defenses:
Other: