[OOC] SPARTAN - The Exiles (Briefing Screen/Lobby)

[6slyboy6]

@Legion02 Yeh. We thought about this, but this carrier is way bigger than the ones we thought of, even bigger than the Titan carrier. This could house H-MACs.

[ColouredCyan]

@6slyboy6 Hugely interested, CS mostly done, can I join?

Also Dust Carrier is my favourite.

Character Sheet

Pilot

Name: Mima Doris XIII (Pronounced My-Ma Doe-Re, the 13th)
Nick: Set
Age: 14
Sex: N/A
Rank: Rookie

Icon:


Appearance:
Mima stands at a diminuitive 5'1", her youthful and minimalistic look designed to make her appear warm and welcoming as well as disguise her true intelligence. The contour of her head emulates a short curly bob, despite only being textured white polymer, like the rest of her. Her face is backlit on and is highly stylised to avoid crossing into the uncanny valley. Her eyes are light blue to fit the rest of her design motif. Her narrow shoulders slope elegantly to her delicate hands. While having no need or desire for clothing like all military personel she comes fully dressed in mech pilot attire, complete with cloth cap and functually trivial combat boots.

Personality:
Mima is devoted to saving mankind, whatever it takes. A combination of her ancient technology and her hipster creator's blantant disregard for Isaac Asimov's Laws of Robotics has left her unable to compete with Ai's of the future on the cyber-battlefields but functional enough to stand alongside her meatspace comrades. As a thinking machine, Mima loves to learn; you can't solve problems you don't know exist! She's very warm and friendly in nature. Mima loves animals but humans are her favourites and while she has a deep and complex understanding of their biology, she's still learning what it really is to be human. Bizarrely, music presses Mima's buttons and while she has no particular talent for it herself, can spend hours on end listening to others perform. Periodically she does hum to herself, however nobody yet has discerned what she is attempting to hum. She can't stand mess, and compulsively tidies when there is little else to do and also strongly dislikes myths and "conspiracies". A final thing to note is Mima's highly competitive nature, a blessing and a curse to a 14 year old robot. What she lacks in cores she makes up for in heart.

Background:
Mima was born before the War, a cutting edge Ai birthed by Google's "Ordo Sancti" Project. Mima, like many of her precedecors, was capable of reprogramming herself to solve problems and who's ability to think creatively was thought to like that of a humans. She endured a short career as an automated general practioner of medicine before deciding herself that she would dedicate the best years of her hardware's lifespan to fixing some of humanities biggest problems. It was then highly unfortunate that she succumbed to a poorly understood mecha-infection. Processing paradoxical queries such as "does a set of all sets contain itself?" began to eat into her clock cycles, the longer the question left unanswered, the more challenging it must be and therefore more processing power needed to be assigned to answering the unanswerable. A vicious cycle that left Mima woefully dehabilitated for 13 years until her once state of the art hardware finally gave in. A bit was dropped, a faulty connection caused her to snap out of her delusion.

"NDVNZB25UXGPXHEVVVNQXJCEWO770V13R7M9PI5FMOSJU69E65PKZS9H05VO6HREJBRUJN5J5OKOKAJAHKSCO2QIPRF2EE0ZQG8V5TUPOGGB"

It was the wrong conclusion, a real garbage data dump, but it was stored in memory as a solution and her chips were freed from the ouroboros of the circular logic. Warning flags showed she was well over due for a service and she trundled dutifully back to the work place of her creator. While her GPS map was still fairly accurate, the world had changed and it wasn't long till those changes caught up. Abducted by military personel, she was drafted into service.

Equipment

Primary: B-1 Grenade Lobber
Sidearm: Med Kit

Mech/Walker

Nick: Zulu Dawn
Type:
Icon:
Appearance:

Loadout (WIP)

Loadout: just like with the Pilot, this can change once you acquire a new mech, or decide to change your current one. Maybe you want the fighting to go better, or add a bigger gun :D

Armor: The current armor panels on the mech

Hardpoint #: Each mech has a number of different hardpoints and ammo capacity. You can change these to anything stored inside the H-MAC.

Heavy weapon slot: Light mechs might not have these, but most will do. Heavy mechs might have more than one. These are you rocket launchers or rail cannons.

Augments: Most basic Mechs or Walkers lack this, but as we get better ones, these slots will open up to provide places for shields, extra armor, and the sort.

Note: Anything about the current mech you want. A bad stabilizer, a crappy monitor, a rouge AI inside the Matrix which constantly brings up porn advertisements on the screen. You get the general idea.

[urukhai]

**will replace this with finished CS when time permits. Had to delay the final edits and post due to unforeseen circumstance, I apologize and will have this done ASAP**

[6slyboy6]

@ColouredCyan Cool. Thought, ummm, how to say that, the Mech section should be almost empty till we start the RP. Reason being: The mecgs I listed are not starting gear. We start with the Mk.1 and depending on the number of our pilots, a few Mk.2. For now. Also the weappns will be up eitger today or tomorrow, so you can edit the loadouts finally. Oh and accepted, of course.

Keep it together you lovely bunch.

[ColouredCyan]

@6slyboy6 Thanks, I'll wipe my mech section clean then except the nickname Zulu Dawn for now, thats a Mech name right there. Also you didn't object to my icon so I'm keeping it! HAHAHAHAHA!

[6slyboy6]

Like I said before, don't assume a weapon or mechs is avaible. We'll see what you guys make, and then I'll do the math to count the number of guns and mechs avaible. But for now, everyone can use the first light mech, the first LMG and Auto Cannon, and the ZZ-40 along with the Cobra. After I can say how much medium mechs we get, if you will ahve one, you can use the first of the medium type mech guns(30mm and the M2).

[Evil Snowman]

Sooo I know I'm couple of days late starting my CS. But I just realized having looked over the Chara sheet I think I'm missing some info. As in the bio part as seen in the hider. It mentions a war. But when I look I can't find anything referring to such. There's impactions/ hints to one but I can't find anything n fact I can't find any info relating to word this set in. So am I simply over looking it? Or didn't I get a message or something. As with out some sort of information I won't be finishing any Chara.

Thnigo

Background: If you have lived before the war, you have a benefit, but you might be seen like an old fart to the others, and may lose respect from younger NPCs or players.

[6slyboy6]

@Evil Snowman No you are not. I will be posting the lore here today then, as it seems this will end up as our primary thread.

[Evil Snowman]

Alright I'll have to wait until then.

[urukhai]

just about done, eagerly looking forward to this!

[POOHEAD189]

I might be interested

[6slyboy6]

The raw unedited version.

intro music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxBajRMfZvY&index=2&list=PLh3Zxbt7iR-wq0r6fApGnGb2-s5Xl518k

Sarin, Once the pearl of the Lorain sector. Now nothing more but a an old ruin of what once was. Yet why did a planet once so beautiful fall into the ruin it is today? It is a long story which few that live on Sarin remeber. It all started When the Astfar Confederacy declared war on The united systems. The reason why is lost to time but the war that followed never would. The systems that bordered each other became total warzones. The war raged for 50 long years until the two factions realized that either side would never be able to win. With that the war ended and The rebuilding processes began. But not all was well. In the last years of the war the fighting nations started to destroy warp gates. This meant that entire solar systems and sectors where cut of from the galaxy. Such was the fate of Sarin. When a United system invasion fleet invaded the system the small but valiant defense fleet fight with they had. They held the major fleet for several hours before shooting the warp gate and thereby cutting themselves off. And in those few hours Sarin's fate and those of it's people living on it would be changed forever. The invasion fleet now cut of from the rest of known space went on with there invasion of Sarin. For 7 weeks they bombarded the planet killing millions. But the planetary defenses where able to do damage to the fleet destroying almost half and damaging the rest. After that The admiral decided to land his ships to support his units on the battlefield. After the ships had landed the real battle was about to begin. For ten long and brutal years the two sides fought each-other on an already destroyed battle field. The civilians that had survived the orbital bombardment now had to hide in old ruins as the war raged on.
At one point the defenders decided a everything or nothing strategy. They consolidated all there forces and attacked the grounded fleet. After a long and deadly battle they where able to destroy the ships destroying all the supplies the enemy had. The invading forces having lost there main base now used the H-MAC carriers as moving bases of there own. In the beginning there used to be a 100. Now only eight walk this blasted and dead planet. The defending forces have fractured some creating there own cities. While others started doing banditry.
The civilians try to rebuild and form small towns villages and even small city states. However those that remain on the Walking carriers are seen as enemies by all which makes it impossible for them to settle down. Now the last remaining H-mac carriers travel the world collect recources and fual attack town and cities and just try to survive in this dying world.

[6slyboy6]

@POOHEAD189 Cool m8 :D

I guess you can start working on a CS if you want :D

Also i will do a quick roll call, just to get teh feels going, and the blood pumping.

@Evil Snowman@urukhai@ColouredCyan@SillyGoy(haven't heard of you for a while now :P ) @Dev3117@Legion02

So many people, yet only one CS >.>

I don't mind the slow start, it just gives me time to flesh out details, and get settled better. Take your time guys, it's up to you when the RP starts.

[ColouredCyan]

@6slyboy6, still here. The unedited version needs editing, its hard to read and some of it doesn't make any sense. I don't get what's going on towards the end.

In my experience, a slow start isn't good for a roleplay, it just allows peoples interest in it to dwindle.

[Evil Snowman]

Although its a little tricky to read it's enough for me to start a CS so will be doing so shortly.

[6slyboy6]

@ColouredCyan I'll do it later today. Co-GM sent it to me fresh and crispy, so I didn't have time to check it. Expect edit later today.

[urukhai]

Alec

Name: Alec Novak

Nick: Fafnir

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Rank: TBG

Icon: TBG

Appearance: Alec stands near 6 foot even, with a lithe military build and broad shoulders. His face is marked in several places by the pale, knotted flesh, indicative of scarring that still stands out ageinst his lighter complexion. Tired green eyes flank his pointed nose, which itself bares a couple scars and the telltale bulge in the bridge indicating a previous break or two. His hair is a chestnut brown and, while slightly longer than regulation length, never quite reaches his eyes. Finally his uniform is generally wrinkled and worn in a slightly unkempt faction, but clean nonetheless.

Personality: Quick to smile and laugh with comrades over a good stiff drink, Alec would be generally described as a friendly individual that tries his best to mesh with whatever squad he finds himself in. On mission much of his personality carries over, with him often voicing his opinion over the com system, especially if there is a joke to be made of it. In terms of vices Alec is what he would call a 'social' drinker, never to much mind you to affect his functionality, but he is often willing to share. In a lesser sense he also has the habit to always have a toothpick or some such object between his teeth, constantly chewing on it as if he had slight nerves. Now in terms of Mechs, Alec makes no secret of his fondness for heavy armor. Perhaps it's because of his already innate lake of subtlety, or he like the boom they make when their main gun fires, or (most likely) a combination of the two.

Background: Some generations are born to star a war, forever the sorry ones marched off far too soon. Other generations are born to end said war, forever the heroes who brought us from the long dark. Alec is both and nether, his generation was the one to fight and die in some battle that would only get name after it was over, to live and die within the war. Alec was born a little past the decade mark (15 years to be exact) after war began, both of his parents soldiers that were on leave from the front. all through his childhood, he grew up hearing and reading about the war, the news running a constantly updating ticker of the total casualties on the bottom of each of their broadcasts. With this much exposure to the horrors of war, it would be easy to guess that Alec would stay as far away from the military in his adult years, it would be easy, but wrong. As if spurned on by all he heard about the war, Alec joined the military as soon as he was able, going in as a normal ground pounder before working his way onto a tank crew. However, although he seemed to be a natural born tanker, the young soldier found himself drawn to the Mechs that they fought alongside.

Enraptured by them, Alec began working towards the singular goal of earning his own place among the pilots, bringing both his experience as a tanker and a foot-solder to the table to stand out among his fellow rookies in the program. It was during said training that Alec earned his nickname (which he later took on as his call-sign). As the class was conducting live trials in the proving grounds, an enemy mech somehow wandered onto the base. With most of his fellows powered down it fell to Alec and a couple others to confront the interloper, which as these things go, fell apart into a fire fight with large cannons. Of the fight there isnt much to say, the rookies preformed admirably and had the advantage of numbers, but Alec stood out among the others with the incident report calling his style of fighting "like a metal monster that just discovered it can breath fire." A statement that led him to adopting the callsign Fafnir, after the Norse tail.

After this Alec went on to serve in a couple different Mech squads, command rotating him around like a pin ball, that was until he finally came to rest on the H-MAC he now calls home. What more can be said about the man who has spent the vast majority of his life fighting, truly what more need be said?

Odds and Rarities:

• He has a corn snake named Lind
• Has a bottle of very expensive alcohol hidden somewhere on the H-MAC
• Has a slight accent no-one (not even he himself) can pin down the origin of (and as far as he's concerned its the way he's always talked

[urukhai]

Im probably going to fix a couple things and lengthen it a bit, but I hope this should suffice for now

Also will add Mech and Equip when fully able to fill them out

[6slyboy6]

@urukhai Cool! I like it. You can expect the exact amnumber of mechs avaible today or tomorrow :D

[6slyboy6]

So we have 2 CSs so far, with approximately 4 coming. That means that by default we SHOULD have around 2 Mk.2s and an unlimited amount of Mk.1s. The M1 and the M2 guns are limitless, and 2 20mm cannons. I can let you guys decide who gets what, right?

For pilots, the magnum, and the assault rifle are uncloked, along with a grenade that deals 15 damage and goes through 2 armor.