MISSIONS

Welcome to The Grid. If you're new, then you're insane. Anyways, here's the rules.
1. You never, ever, steal a kill.
2. You never leave a mission open.
3. Never take a mission you can't complete.
4. You are not in a faction. We have teams. You only ever damage another Hunter if they put a Human life in danger.
5. Have fun.

Now that you know the basics, here are the missions. I recommend making friends to take on these freaks.
TOP PRIORITY

This is The Walking Island.
We're hunting him for the material that his arms are made of. It a stronger version of wood, that will be used to further supply you hunters with Armor, Weapons, and other supplies. Anything else that you find, that you want, it's yours.
Warning: He is not friendly, he puts up one hell of a fight. He's already killed five hunters.


This is Mastadon. I do not care about what it is, or its gender, or its purpose. Just kill it. This thing has been around for too long. No other hunters want to go for it, so I'm offering it to you guys. Bring back it's tusks and I'll double the payout. Do not try to take this on alone. You will die.

I'm starting you guys off with two for now. Complete these, and you'll get more. Get to work.

JUGGERNAUT SUMO

"Heh heh... I'm in. Anyone down to team up?" He said, scrolling through the new missions. "I'm going for Mastadon first." He says, into the local communications. He wanted to get out there get started, but he was smart enough to not get himself killed. He just hoped that they would come in time. Beforehand, he just needed to check him Mech, and make sure that everything is fine.

Colorways

As Marion is welcomed to the Grid, he heard a man @Skinner35 wanting to team up with someone, he hesitates but refuses to be lonely.

"Hey, my name's Marion, Marion Bender. Would you mind telling me what the hell is a Mastadon? I'll team up with you to take that beast", he talked in the local communication device.

Waiting for a reply, he went to set up his Brainlink for Colorways up in the 35th Hangar.

Red Imperial

The welcome message he received upon arriving on The Grid was both more and less than what Ren had expected. On the one hand, he hadn’t really anticipated any kind of formal welcome; he didn’t think whatever organisation passed as authority on this backwater planet cared enough about a new batch of Hunters enough to provide one. But on the other hand, if a welcome was to be given couldn’t they put a little more effort into it than a simple message? Roll out the red carpet or something; they were in the presence of the next legendary Hunter after all.

He supposed when Hunter’s died here and frequently as they did the locals just found it easier not to bother getting to know anyone until they’d proven they were going to stick around for a while. Well, whatever. They’d come to recognise his greatness soon enough; all he had to do was kill a few exotic beasts, bring home a few trophies and soon his fame would grow.

Speaking of which, what unlucky monstrosity was going to be his first target?

Sitting in the cockpit of his Red Imperial, Ren started scrolling through the available missions on his on-board display. It didn’t take long unfortunately, only two missions were available at the moment and with the amount of Hunter’s crawling around that meant he’d have competition.

Judging by the descriptions it seemed like the Mastodon was the perfect choice for him; taking out a monster that all of the veteran Hunters had given up on would surely earn him a reputation. Unfortunately, judging by the chatter over the radio it seemed like he wasn’t the only one to have that idea, meaning the hunting grounds for that creature were going to be too crowded to be worth his time.

So that left The Walking Island; it certainly looked impressive and seemed to be racking up a not inconsiderable body count itself recently. Downing something like that might not be as noteworthy as taking down a minor legend like the Mastodon but it was a good first step nonetheless; maybe he could ask them to make a plaque out of the wood or something as a reward.

With that decided Ren marked his name and mech against the mission and marked the last known location of the target on his navigator. As he began the series of pre-flight checks that would need to be completed before he could take off, he casually opened his comms to the Hunter channel and spoke into the public feed.

“This is Ren Hawke, pilot of the Red Imperial. I’m going after The Walking Island; if anyone wants to join me they’re welcome to, just so long as they don’t slow me down or get in the way.”

Marion heard a hunter through his comms, "-of the Red Imperial. I'm going after The Walking Island."

HOLY SHIT THIS DUDE, he thought in his head, this person gotta a death wish on going after that piece of walking dirt and mecha carcass.

"Hey hey hey, why dont you just join me taking the Mastadon, it'll be fun" Marion said to avoid this stranger getting eaten by living dirt "Seriously, you gotta death wish going there!"

He continued setting up his BrainLink of Colorways while waiting for a reply, Marion wondered if there are weapon and tool shops here, he really thought he might feel voided without a weapon on his trusty mech.

The pre-flight checks were mostly complete when someone finally responded to his communication; he was just giving the rockets a test fire when he heard it. Ren didn’t particularly care one way or another if anyone decided to join him on this mission, a little help carrying to load wouldn’t go amiss but he didn’t want to have to split the glory too much. Unfortunately this message wasn’t anything to do with that, instead it was just some rookie trying to convince him to join the other hunt. Ren could only shake his head as he listened to the panic in their voice.

Well, if this other pilot wanted to help make this hunt seem more deadly and dangerous than it was they were welcome to. “I’m not here to have fun kid. You just worry about your own hunt and I’ll worry about mine.”

Ren eased off of the rockets as he ended their test firing. Everything seemed to be in order and he was ready to go; he double checked the map to confirm his course and placed his helmet on his head, locking it in place to create an airtight seal with his suit. “This is Red Imperial, launching now.”

Juggernaut Sumo

"Look, if the big guy says that we should team, then it may be a good idea. Imperial, if you help us with Mastadon, you'll have our full force with Walking Island." He said, trying to reason with him. They needed all the help they could get with Mastadon as well as Walking Island. "Anyway, if you think that you can take on the Island alone, you're already dead." He said flatly.

"Ok fine i'll come with you! But if you go dead or injured there i might not be able to help ya" said Marion lost to his argument, "Tell me where your hangar is, i'll go there".

Marion continued looking for shops around the Grid, wanting to buy some melee weapons for Colorways, he looked really pissed that he lost an argument with, who? Ren? "Ya, i dont care bout his name" he thought in his head, after a certain time of walking around the Grid he founded a shop, right by Hangar 28.

The Shop is guarded by a dwarf, wears goggles and gloves to keep sparks of fire from hitting him. "Hey mister! do you sell any weapons for hunters here?, im thinking of a short sword.", the dwarf nodded and guided Marion to the back which is the storeroom, the dwarf said "I dont get payed with money kid".

"Then with what?"

"If you want a grade 2-3 short sword, you'll be have to takes the Mastadon, and bring his horn for me, you bets i can make a good sword out of that piece o' crap"

With no other choices left, he nodded to the dwarf and went out of the store and to the 35th Hangar and just, sitted on Colorways, while checking the Mastadon as one of his unlucky target.

Rolling his eyes at the chatter over the radio, Ren pushed the button that began the launch process. Red Imperial already sat on the runway, feet locked into place on the magnetic rails that would fire him out of the hangar and into the open air beyond; pushing the button began the countdown as klaxons began to sound and red light bathed the interior of the hanger, letting anyone still stupid enough to be standing in his way know to leave immediately.

At the end of the countdown the magnetic skids under his mech’s feet exploded forward down the rails with little warning, throwing Ren back in his seat as he was suddenly accelerated to ridiculous speeds. At the end of the track the magnetic track the skids released their hold and Red Imperial was thrown ungraciously from the mouth of the hangar and a second later the rocket kicked in and Red Imperial began to fly under its own power.

“I’m not in a hangar kid, I just launched. If you want to tag along that’s fine, just hurry up. If you don’t get their fast the hunt might be over by the time you get there.”

@Horiibal