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Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

I am working on a post (slowly but surely), but I have a for @ShiningSector and/or @Arthanus. Is there other NPC crew on Legion's End? (ie: Someone to take the helm while Sven is flying the Crimson Fang)

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

@CaptainSully@ShiningSector

Would there be any objections to me fast tracking us all to Legion's End? All I can think of for a post involved Gerad activating his construct, and that has a 'Minimum Safe Distance' that we should really be outside of.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

So, is this thing still going?

Above the Wastes - A Mad Max style RP with airships

@6slyboy6

Let go of the..? Motherfucker… As Captain Oliver spoke the words, Reva’s eyes got colder and harder. ”That. Wasn’t. The. Deal.” She said quietly, an iron hard edge to her voice. ”You said, a hundred Dits for each dead man…” As she spoke, a hand strayed to her belt, not to the grip of her pistol but to the handle of a large knife. Remember my words dockside when I cut you loose?

She gave every impression of being about to strike, when she stopped, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her hand stopped moving, balling into a fist so tight that her weathered knuckles went white for a moment, before relaxing and dropping back to her side. Her eyes opened and she stared at Oliver once again. ”I dislike being dicked around,” She said after a moment. ”But my desire to get the fuck outta this ville outweighs everything else.” The edge to her voice was fading, but it was plain that she was distinctly unhappy. ”I’ll take the job, you keep the Dits, but this doesn’t happen again…savvy?”

Staring at Capt. Oliver for a moment longer, Reva turned away and moved deeper into the Magnificent in search of a place to store her gear.

Above the Wastes - A Mad Max style RP with airships

@6slyboy6@Chronosity@Letter Bee

When rifle fire cracked behind her, Reva dropped to a knee and swung towards the fire…only to stop and realize the shooter was also firing at the airship crew. Moments later the gunfire stopped and the remaining ‘crew’ dropped their irons. ”And here come the roaches…” She muttered as several people emerged from cover.

As the real captain made his way back aboard ship, with promises to be true to his word, the man-mountain bade Reva and the rifleman she’d nearly taken a shot at to come. ”Be there in a tick.” Bending over the man she’d shot, she gave him a quick pat down, coming out with a few Dits, a pistol that might scare a Dock-Rat if they didn’t get a good look at it, and a few spare rounds for the little pop gun. Pocketing all of that, she made her way back to her gear and hoisted it up, before making her way back to the ship. In the time it’d taken her to do that, a preacher-man whom she recognized from around town, a kid, and a surprisingly well dressed woman where all vying for Misha’s attention. She couldn’t help but wince as the kid put on an, admittedly well done, display that took way too many liberties with a ship he didn’t know. ”Stunt like that could get you killed with the wrong crowd.” She said as she moved passed. ”Most captain’s take exception to a man touchin’ his ship without permission.” She ignored the preacher-man and his new ‘disciples’, instead focusing on the other woman.

”Well hello beautiful,” She purred as the other woman made her play to actually hire the ship with a heater the like of which Reva had never even dreamed about. ”And you’re a bit of a looker to.” She smirked as the other woman looked her way. Moving passed all that, she bounded up the companion way and boarded the Magnificent. Form follows function, so even though the ship was unfamiliar, applying a little logic let Reva find Captain Oliver rather quickly. Gear still slung over her shoulders, she rapped her knuckles against the bulkhead to get his attention. ”So, Captain,” She said, propping a shoulder against the wall. ”I’ve got a deal for ya. Since you need crew, and to be honest I want the fuck outta this place, I’ll sign on at the standard crew rate, plus the Dits owed and any ammo expenses.” She raised an eyebrow as she spoke to emphases her point. ”For that you get one mean bitch of a Gunner who knows her way around all sorts of pirate ruses and can keep this ship clear of them. Savvy?”

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Gerad

@CaptainSully

After Gaz’s ‘weapon malfunction’, Gerad just glared at the big fungai; when Gaz proudly ask his opinion, Gerad snorted. ”Da’ bit a scrap? Anybod old’r den a younglin’ would be shamed to found makn’ such a slag heap.”

Any further comments from Gerad, however, were cut short by the sound of screeching metal, and a rather wet and meaty ‘thud’. As the bit of Swarmer oozed out of the piping, he initially drew his weapon, but put it away when no living Hive creatures showed themselves. With everyone set and Sven eager to go, they set off toward the hanger, though as they did Gerad made on final modification to the detonator, tying it into his armour’s medical systems to create a ‘Dead Man Switch’; even if the Hive killed him, he’d drag them screaming into the Void with him.

As they neared, Sailas conferred with Sven about pick up, and unfortunately the Hive seemed to have taken notice of their ride out; opening the hanger access however confirmed it was much worse. Swapping his VLA to his off-hand, he drew his hammer and primed his PRP. ”Well dis be a fine mess,” He quipped, turning a bit to grin up at Silas. ”Be thinkin’ Boss, may be want’n a raise affer dis…” The horde noticed them at the same time and began to surge forwards, and Gerad moved to meet them.

Setting the VLA to ‘Beam’, he burned a line straight to the crowd of Sploders, rupturing one and causing the others to burst, while at the same time lacing the rest with plasma fire. His first volleys were for the Slashers and or Brutes he could see, and when those got lost in the crown, he just drove superheated death into any large knots of hostiles, his only aiming consideration was to not drop and shots too close to the Crimson Fang. While the PRR ran on semi-autonomous mode, he swept the VLA back and forth in an arc, cutting down as many Swarmers as he could be for they reached him; those that did make it, found his hammer waiting.

Above the Wastes - A Mad Max style RP with airships

@6slyboy6

Reva stood and watched as the procession from the ship disembarked. She’d been stuck at Melin for weeks now after the captain of her last ship threw her off; it wasn’t her the Captain’s daughter had become so enamoured with her. However, she was grateful the captain had just left her in port and not tossed out onto the sands…once was more than enough.

Adjusting her grip on the duffel bag with her clothes, and the leather roll-up with her long guns, she threaded through the crowd; if they were taking on crew, she wanted to be first or second in line. She made it forward just in time to hear ‘Misha’s’ boast, followed by the captain of the Magnificent telling everyone to piss off. Reva was starting to turn away with the rest of the crowd, when the lead captive spoke up with an offer to the masses.

This is a terrible idea, She thought as she let her baggage fall to the ground. Odds are you’re going to die, rather quickly at that. Her lips wrinkled into a smile. ”Fuck it!” She muttered as her pistol cleared leather. Most people where still watching the Magnificent’s captain trying to deck his prisoner, so no-one noticed Reva, right until she pulled the trigger.

The relative quiet of the dock was shattered by the ‘clap’ of a pistol shot, the big bullet shattering the captain’s head into a pulpy mass of blood and bone. Rushing forwards, she took shots at the two crew in front of the giant, hitting one in the leg. Reaching the prisoner who’d made the offer that Reva had just committed herself to, she drew her knife with her free hand, and set to cutting his bonds. ”Name’s Reva,” She said by way of introduction. ”You best be square on your offer or by whatever you hold dear, you’ll die slow.”

Above the Wastes - A Mad Max style RP with airships

Reva

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::FULL NAME::
Sam ‘Reva’ Ross

::GENDER::
Female

::AGE::
30

::PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION::
Average height and moderately built disguises the fact that she is immensely strong…though said fact isn’t as surprising once one hears what she used to do. Her hair is a short cropped mass of unremarkable brown generally kept under her cap, paired with blue-grey eyes that can be unsettlingly cold. She has an enormous collection of small scars across her body, the ‘wear-and-tear’ of her previous life; and a large one in her side, which prompted a change.
--
She also sports a decent collection of tattoos;
A winged dagger
^{(Across her shoulders/down her spine)}
A banner that reads ‘Who Dares Wins’
^{(Small of her back)}
‘Hold’
^{(Across her right knuckles)}
‘Fast’
^{(Across her left knuckles)}
Screaming skull
^{(Left shoulder)}
Female Demon
^{(Left side of neck)}
Bound and gagged Angel
^{(Right side of neck)}

---

::PERSONALITY::
Loud, brash and overconfident are polite ways of saying she’s full of herself, impulsive and annoying…not that she’d care. Reva intends to live life her way and to the fullest, and damnation to any who try and get in her way. On the flip side there is her more ‘predatory’ self, which tends to emerge during times of blood and fire. This Reva is a killer to the core with no remorse or morals, willing to do whatever is required.

::BACKSTORY::
She’s always been a pirate, grew up running tools for the Greasers in the engines or ammo to the Gunners; as she got older she started to do more, working her way up the ship’s hierarchy until she found her niche as a Sky-Boarder. Most ships Boarders wear heavy armour, pushing through defenders gunfire after the ships have come into contact; on the ship (the Sand Devil) Reva crewed on, they also had Sky-Boarders, a mostly female group that used catapults mounted on the top of the Sand Devil’s gas bag to launch themselves across the gap.

On blimps, they’d set charges to blow the bag open then bail, then using a line tied to their gear they jump and get pulled back aboard. The charges would blow and they’d then go sift the crash site. On dirigibles, they may use their safety lines to haul across heavier anchor lines to pin the hapless vessel, and while the crew of the victim were busy watching the Sand Devil come alongside, Reva and her cohorts would surprise them from the inside.

The Sand Devil was a D class dirigible that made a tidy pile of Dims under Capt. Dante Montana, while at the same time keeping a low enough profile that none of the big transport firms put worthwhile bounties on her. Sadly, Sand Devil’s Second-in-Command, Rudolpho deLuna wanted to ‘expand’ operations, and when the Captain said ‘no’, he staged a mutiny. Reva sided with Montana and earned a scattergun blast to her side and a trip over the railing. The only reasons she survived at all was the fact that she hit a sand dune that the ship had been skimming over, and that a scavenger crew from the port the Sand Devil had just left spotted her go over the side.

The folks at the port hadn’t know Sand Devil was a pirate vessel, if they had they probably would’ve stripped Reva of whatever she had and left her for the desert, so they brought her back and took her to the clinic. After she was back on her feet, she was put to work as a Port Guard to pay down the debt she’d incurred for the patch job.

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::DESCRIPTION::
Reva is a fighter and a killer to her core. The quickest route to a solution is a straight line, usually right though some poor bastard. She tends to be loud, profane and dismissive of those she doesn’t like or trust; quick to anger and violence if she feels slighted. Prefers to spend her free time at least a little buzzed, but would rather be drunk.

Unsurprisingly Reva is also a bit of a (MASSIVE) gun nut. While aboard the Sand Devil she blew most of her Dims on some really nice self-loaders, and had built up a personal collection that rivaled the ship’s ‘public’ armory. She’s still rather sore that all of that got stolen as well.

::SKILLS::
While sober, which she does try to be when working, she’s a decent shot with a rifle.
Fast on her feet/with her hands
Iron nerved
Has a good eye for colour and composition
Can sew very well (Still pissed her sewing machine is on Sand Devil)

::QUIRKS::
Terrified of dogs
Drinks too much
May in fact be a psychopath

::OTHER::
Like any good (ex)pirate she prefers to be well armed;
Rifle
^{(To soften up defenders before boarding)}
Scattergun
^{(Main weapon once aboard a prize)}
Pistol
^{(For the right hand, if the scattergun is not an option)}
Axe
^{(For the left hand, if the scattergun is not an option)}
Knife
^{(Meal preparation, interrogation and other useful tasks)}

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

@Arthanus So, how's things?

Above the Wastes - A Mad Max style RP with airships

Reva

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---

::FULL NAME::
Sam ‘Reva’ Ross

::GENDER::
Female

::AGE::
30

::PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION::
Average height and moderately built disguises the fact that she is immensely strong…though said fact isn’t as surprising once one hears what she used to do. Her hair is a short cropped mass of unremarkable brown generally kept under her cap, paired with blue-grey eyes that can be unsettlingly cold. She has an enormous collection of small scars across her body, the ‘wear-and-tear’ of her previous life; and a large one in her side, which prompted a change.
--
She also sports a decent collection of tattoos;
A winged dagger
^{(Across her shoulders/down her spine)}
A banner that reads ‘Who Dares Wins’
^{(Small of her back)}
‘Hold’
^{(Across her right knuckles)}
‘Fast’
^{(Across her left knuckles)}
Screaming skull
^{(Left shoulder)}
Female Demon
^{(Left side of neck)}
Bound and gagged Angel
^{(Right side of neck)}

---

::PERSONALITY::
Loud, brash and overconfident are polite ways of saying she’s full of herself, impulsive and annoying…not that she’d care. Reva intends to live life her way and to the fullest, and damnation to any who try and get in her way. On the flip side there is her more ‘predatory’ self, which tends to emerge during times of blood and fire. This Reva is a killer to the core with no remorse or morals, willing to do whatever is required.

::BACKSTORY::
She’s always been a pirate, grew up running tools for the Greasers in the engines or ammo to the Gunners; as she got older she started to do more, working her way up the ship’s hierarchy until she found her niche as a Sky-Boarder. Most ships Boarders wear heavy armour, pushing through defenders gunfire after the ships have come into contact; on the ship (the Sand Devil) Reva crewed on, they also had Sky-Boarders, a mostly female group that used catapults mounted on the top of the Sand Devil’s gas bag to launch themselves across the gap.

On blimps, they’d set charges to blow the bag open then bail, then using a line tied to their gear they jump and get pulled back aboard. The charges would blow and they’d then go sift the crash site. On dirigibles, they may use their safety lines to haul across heavier anchor lines to pin the hapless vessel, and while the crew of the victim were busy watching the Sand Devil come alongside, Reva and her cohorts would surprise them from the inside.

The Sand Devil was a D class dirigible that made a tidy pile of Dims under Capt. Dante Montana, while at the same time keeping a low enough profile that none of the big transport firms put worthwhile bounties on her. Sadly, Sand Devil’s Second-in-Command, Rudolpho deLuna wanted to ‘expand’ operations, and when the Captain said ‘no’, he staged a mutiny. Reva sided with Montana and earned a scattergun blast to her side and a trip over the railing. The only reasons she survived at all was the fact that she hit a sand dune that the ship had been skimming over, and that a scavenger crew from the port the Sand Devil had just left spotted her go over the side.

The folks at the port hadn’t know Sand Devil was a pirate vessel, if they had they probably would’ve stripped Reva of whatever she had and left her for the desert, so they brought her back and took her to the clinic. After she was back on her feet, she was put to work as a Port Guard to pay down the debt she’d incurred for the patch job.

---

::DESCRIPTION::
Reva is a fighter and a killer to her core. The quickest route to a solution is a straight line, usually right though some poor bastard. She tends to be loud, profane and dismissive of those she doesn’t like or trust; quick to anger and violence if she feels slighted. Prefers to spend her free time at least a little buzzed, but would rather be drunk.

Unsurprisingly Reva is also a bit of a (MASSIVE) gun nut. While aboard the Sand Devil she blew most of her Dims on some really nice self-loaders, and had built up a personal collection that rivaled the ship’s ‘public’ armory. She’s still rather sore that all of that got stolen as well.

::SKILLS::
While sober, which she does try to be when working, she’s a decent shot with a rifle.
Fast on her feet/with her hands
Iron nerved
Has a good eye for colour and composition
Can sew very well (Still pissed her sewing machine is on Sand Devil)

::QUIRKS::
Terrified of dogs
Drinks too much
May in fact be a psychopath

::OTHER::
Like any good (ex)pirate she prefers to be well armed;
Rifle
^{(To soften up defenders before boarding)}
Scattergun
^{(Main weapon once aboard a prize)}
Pistol
^{(For the right hand, if the scattergun is not an option)}
Axe
^{(For the left hand, if the scattergun is not an option)}
Knife
^{(Meal preparation, interrogation and other useful tasks)}