Athol

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

The bus slid to a halt with a squeal of breaks as Fara stood and made her way forward towards the doors; stepping from the warm bus into the cooler night air, she shivered slightly, more as a reflex than anything else. Adjusting the collar of the slightly-to-large men’s long-sleeved shirt, she stuck her earbuds in for the walk from her bus stop to work.

Her hair back in a simple ponytail, a plain blue t-shirt under her long-sleeve, a pair of nearly thread bare jeans a battered messanger bag for an oversized purse and some very well worn Converse, Fara was pretty much the reference image of ‘Broke Collage Student’, not that such a thing really bothered her. Reaching work, she opened the door while singing to herself. ”Baptized in a firefight/Hot blood running cold as ice/Forty four minutes of target practice/All hell's breaking loose…” Nodding a greeting to the few remaining evening shift staff that were still leaving, she did her best not to roll her eyes as she spotted Matina helping herself to a muffin.

Leaving her co-worker to her ‘theft’, she stepped into the back to drop her stuff and put on her apron that she’d stuffed into her bag. She was still singing to herself, though this time without the music in her ears, as she came back into the front.”Standard police issue guns were just not enough/But SWAT arrived and settled the fight/Between AK-47 and AR-15.” Tying off her apron, she then redid her ponytail, taking a moment to scratch her head as she did so. ”Evening Matina,” She said finally. ”Have the muffins gotten any better?” As muffins went they weren’t all that great in her opinion.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Gerad

As Sven pushed the tank forward, Gerad stood up and joined the advance, drawing almost as much fire as Sven and the Chimera. VLA shots burned down two more thugs before he focused his attention on the APCs; Silas, Cyne and Ducaelia could deal with the foot mobiles and gun trucks easily enough, but only he and Sven had the firepower to make short work of the APCs.

Leaving the ones in the open for the tank, he spotted two in hull down positions near one another. One had the cluster of aerials of a command vehicle, while more imminently dangerously, the other sported a rail-gun as its primary. Fortunately the gunner seemed to be focusing on the tank, which Gerad was most grateful of; that rail-gun had almost no chance of harming the battered Chimera, but it could give him a real bad time. He was about to do what he did with the earlier APCs, VLA to disrupt the shields, PRP to fry them, when he spied a way to do that and scatter the dug in troops near them. Smiling to himself, he adjusted the impact point of his PRP.

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Troop Leader Stilson swore from the back of the Alecto class Armoured Command Carrier. Watching through the gunners sight feed, he saw the tank that Command swore was out of action, lumber towards them, sure it looked like it wasn’t in great shape, but the smoking crater that used to be the second wave, showed that it still had teeth…far more teeth than anyone on his side of the firing line had.

The rear hatch was open and he could hear the crackle of small arms fire from his men and the other units, the ‘thumping’ of the old style chemrail auto-cannons on the standard Megaera class troop carriers, the ‘zipkrak’ of the rail-gun on the Tisiphone beside him as well as the barrages from the jury-rigged gun trucks. Another rail slug shattered against the tanks defences, “May as well try and piss on it…” Fortunately the tank seemed to be ignoring them. However movement from the far side of the tank suddenly drew all of Stilson’s attention.

The squat, quadrupedal profile, coupled with its seemingly total immunity to hostile fire, could only mean one thing; a Garundin. “Raptor-6 shift fire to the Garundin, left of the Chimera.”

“Say again, Raptor-1. The what?”

“THE FUCKING FOUR LEGGED THING BESIDE THE FUCKING TANK!”

Stilson watched in horror as the Garundin’s shoulder mounted cannon pivoted in his direction. During a raid early in his time with Apocalypse, his unit had tangled with a small Garundin patrol; they’d out numbed the patrol 5 to 1, only 10% of his unit had survived, and they never brought down an single one of those damned four legs. Now, all he could do was watch in slow motion as he was about to die.

The plasma cannon fired…and Stilson opened his eyes. Somehow he was alive? Maybe that little bastard had taken more of a beating than he’d thought; he was about to shout at Raptor-6 again, when one of his men rushed into the back of the Alecto. “TeeEl, tower’s coming down!” It took a moment for the words to click. They’d gone hull down beside an old transmission tower…already unsettled by the events so far, he ran, shoving the man aside in a bit to get clear. Staggering outside, he looked back at the tower as it toppled and realized the Garundin hadn’t missed, instead blowing a sizable chunk out of the bottom of the tower…and dropping right across the two APCs and and firing positions of his men.

There was no time to do anything, the tower fell right across both pieces of armour, their shields sparking briefly before collapsing, the impact taking the turrets out of the fight. Some of the men saw what was coming, and managed to warn others, scrambling clear. Too many weren’t fast enough and were crushed under the mass of metal, and even those that survived that now found a new problem, in their desperate bit to get away, many now found themselves out in the open.

Troop Leader Stilson was knocked from his feet by a piece of flying debris, and though his body armour stopped it from killing him, it still took the wind out of him. Laying in the dirt he could only watch as his command was crushed and scattered. The man that’d run to warn him was dead, the chunk of metal that knocked Stilson down had first gone through the man’s neck. Stilson had just managed to drag himself to his knees when he was slapped back down as Raptor-6 exploded, a Garundin plasma bolt smashing into it’s mangled turret; he died before he’d even realized what’d happened. The next shot slammed into Raptor-1, searing its turret and gunner away as well, sending super-heated gases boiling through the hull of the APC but, unlike Raptor-6, Rapto-1 had its rear hatch open and that acted like a nozzle, directing the gases straight into one Troop Leader Stilson, incinerating him on the spot.

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Gerad surveyed the carnage with appreciation. One enemy strong point shattered, the survivors rattled and exposed and a potentially serious weapon destroyed, all in a few moments; all in all a great success. ”C’mon ye slackers!” He chided to the squad as he opened fire on the now scattered and exposed thugs with his VLA. ”Them boy’o ain’t a pity fuck, dey no gonna jus’ lay der an’ take it!”

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

@ShiningSector Wow, glad to hear the rear-ender wasn't too bad, hope your next few weeks are nice and calm (sounds like you could use it), and thanks for the update.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Fara

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{Name}

Farahnaz ‘Fara’ Deljou

{Age}

23

{Gender}

Female

{Ethnicity}

Persian
^{(American born)}

{Sexuality}

Lesbian
^{(In theory at least. Guys do nothing for her, but she never actually had a relationship…)}

{Year}

2

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{Appearance}

Fara is not an overly large presence, standing only about 5’5” and coming in at 120ish pounds; with shoulder length dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. If it wasn’t for her obviously Middle Eastern complexion in the predominantly Caucasian Arizona, she’d be a rather anonymous face in the crowd so to speak. (“No, I’m not ‘Arab’, I’m Persian! Yes, there is a freakin’ difference!”)

Clothing wise, she lives in variations of the classic ‘T-shirt and jeans’ combo salvaged from local thrift stores, adding long sleeves or shorts and such depending on the weather. The closest thing to ‘fashion’ she gets is a few pieces of jewelry; a pendant from her mother, earrings, and a re-sized ring that was once her older brothers.

{Personality}

She’s certainly friendly enough at work, but on a personal level if she doesn’t know the people around her she’s usually very quiet and reserved, rarely one to draw attention to herself; on the other hand around friends or if there is a subject that she is passionate about being discussed, she can be very talkative.

{Backstory}

The youngest child of two Iranian emigres, she grew up in Nevada with her older brother, leading a pretty standard and boring middle class life. It was rocked when she was fifteen, and her brother was killed in an accident; another driver ran a red light and broadsided her brother’s motorcycle. That left her rather shaken for quite a while as she and her brother were quite close.

Aside from that, her life has been pretty average. A personal realization about who she truly was led to some complicated times/feelings later in high school, but then as now she was far to timid to to act on said feelings. She has ‘come out’ to both her few friends and her parents, and while they’ve all been supportive, they also have all quietly despaired at her continuing ‘single’ status.

Post graduation, she just sort of ‘hung out’, working a couple of part-time jobs while she tried to get herself in order. Always a bit of an artist, she gravitated towards WU for two reasons; one, the courses she wanted, while considered top grade, were being offered cheaper than many other universities or colleges, and two, (most importantly in her mind, if not her parents) they were heavily on-line. That meant, as a borderline insomniac, she could take them on her time table. She does have a couple of actual classes, but they’re at civilized times (after 12pm).

{Other}

She’s a big sucker for most anything ‘post-apocalyptic’, surprises a lot of people when they find out she’s both a dedicated gamer and a huge metalhead (she has a bit of a crush on the lead singer of Arch Enemy), she has a tattoo of her brother’s name on her left wrist.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Fara

---

---

{Name}

Farahnaz ‘Fara’ Deljou

{Age}

23

{Gender}

Female

{Ethnicity}

Persian
^{(American born)}

{Sexuality}

Lesbian
^{(In theory at least. Guys do nothing for her, but she never actually had a relationship…)}

{Year}

2

---

{Appearance}

Fara is not an overly large presence, standing only about 5’5” and coming in at 120ish pounds; with shoulder length dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. If it wasn’t for her obviously Middle Eastern complexion in the predominantly Caucasian Arizona, she’d be a rather anonymous face in the crowd so to speak. (“No, I’m not ‘Arab’, I’m Persian! Yes, there is a freakin’ difference!”)

Clothing wise, she lives in variations of the classic ‘T-shirt and jeans’ combo salvaged from local thrift stores, adding long sleeves or shorts and such depending on the weather. The closest thing to ‘fashion’ she gets is a few pieces of jewelry; a pendant from her mother, earrings, and a re-sized ring that was once her older brothers.

{Personality}

She’s certainly friendly enough at work, but on a personal level if she doesn’t know the people around her she’s usually very quiet and reserved, rarely one to draw attention to herself; on the other hand around friends or if there is a subject that she is passionate about being discussed, she can be very talkative.

{Backstory}

The youngest child of two Iranian emigres, she grew up in Nevada with her older brother, leading a pretty standard and boring middle class life. It was rocked when she was fifteen, and her brother was killed in an accident; another driver ran a red light and broadsided her brother’s motorcycle. That left her rather shaken for quite a while as she and her brother were quite close.

Aside from that, her life has been pretty average. A personal realization about who she truly was led to some complicated times/feelings later in high school, but then as now she was far to timid to to act on said feelings. She has ‘come out’ to both her few friends and her parents, and while they’ve all been supportive, they also have all quietly despaired at her continuing ‘single’ status.

Post graduation, she just sort of ‘hung out’, working a couple of part-time jobs while she tried to get herself in order. Always a bit of an artist, she gravitated towards WU for two reasons; one, the courses she wanted, while considered top grade, were being offered cheaper than many other universities or colleges, and two, (most importantly in her mind, if not her parents) they were heavily on-line. That meant, as a borderline insomniac, she could take them on her time table. She does have a couple of actual classes, but they’re at civilized times (after 12pm).

{Other}

She’s a big sucker for most anything ‘post-apocalyptic’, surprises a lot of people when they find out she’s both a dedicated gamer and a huge metalhead (she has a bit of a crush on the lead singer of Arch Enemy), she has a tattoo of her brother’s name on her left wrist.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Okay, done. Let me know if it needs any work.

Fara

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---

{Name}

Farahnaz ‘Fara’ Deljou

{Age}

23

{Gender}

Female

{Ethnicity}

Persian
^{(American born)}

{Sexuality}

Lesbian
^{(In theory at least. Guys do nothing for her, but she never actually had a relationship…)}

{Year}

2

---

{Appearance}

Fara is not an overly large presence, standing only about 5’5” and coming in at 120ish pounds; with shoulder length dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. If it wasn’t for her obviously Middle Eastern complexion in the predominantly Caucasian Arizona, she’d be a rather anonymous face in the crowd so to speak. (“No, I’m not ‘Arab’, I’m Persian! Yes, there is a freakin’ difference!”)

Clothing wise, she lives in variations of the classic ‘T-shirt and jeans’ combo salvaged from local thrift stores, adding long sleeves or shorts and such depending on the weather. The closest thing to ‘fashion’ she gets is a few pieces of jewelry; a pendant from her mother, earrings, and a re-sized ring that was once her older brothers.

{Personality}

She’s certainly friendly enough at work, but on a personal level if she doesn’t know the people around her she’s usually very quiet and reserved, rarely one to draw attention to herself; on the other hand around friends or if there is a subject that she is passionate about being discussed, she can be very talkative.

{Backstory}

The youngest child of two Iranian emigres, she grew up in Nevada with her older brother, leading a pretty standard and boring middle class life. It was rocked when she was fifteen, and her brother was killed in an accident; another driver ran a red light and broadsided her brother’s motorcycle. That left her rather shaken for quite a while as she and her brother were quite close.

Aside from that, her life has been pretty average. A personal realization about who she truly was led to some complicated times/feelings later in high school, but then as now she was far to timid to to act on said feelings. She has ‘come out’ to both her few friends and her parents, and while they’ve all been supportive, they also have all quietly despaired at her continuing ‘single’ status.

Post graduation, she just sort of ‘hung out’, working a couple of part-time jobs while she tried to get herself in order. Always a bit of an artist, she gravitated towards WU for two reasons; one, the courses she wanted, while considered top grade, were being offered cheaper than many other universities or colleges, and two, (most importantly in her mind, if not her parents) they were heavily on-line. That meant, as a borderline insomniac, she could take them on her time table. She does have a couple of actual classes, but they’re at civilized times (after 12pm).

{Other}

She’s a big sucker for most anything ‘post-apocalyptic’, surprises a lot of people when they find out she’s both a dedicated gamer and a huge metalhead (she has a bit of a crush on the lead singer of Arch Enemy), she has a tattoo of her brother’s name on her left wrist.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

W.I.P.

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---

Name

Farahnaz ‘Fara’ Deljou

Age

23

Gender

Female

Ethnicity

Persian
^{(American born)}

Sexuality

Lesbian
^{(In theory at least. Guys do nothing for her, but she never actually had a relationship…)}

Year

2

---

Appearance

Fara is not an overly large presence, standing only about 5’5” and coming in at 120ish pounds; with shoulder length dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. If it wasn’t for her obviously Middle Eastern complexion in the predominantly Caucasian Arizona, she’d be a rather anonymous face in the crowd so to speak.

Clothing wise, she lives in variations of the classic ‘T-shirt and jeans’ combo salvaged from local thrift stores, adding long sleeves or shorts and such depending on the weather. The closest thing to ‘fashion’ she gets is a few pieces of jewelry; a pendant from her mother, earrings, and a re-sized ring that was once her older brothers.

Personality

She’s certainly friendly enough at work, but on a personal level if she doesn’t know the people around her she’s usually very quiet and reserved, rarely one to draw attention to herself; on the other hand around friends or if there is a subject that she is passionate about being discussed, she can be very talkative.

Backstory

The youngest child of two Iranian emigres, she grew up in Nevada with her older brother, leading a pretty standard and boring middle class life. It was rocked when she was fifteen, and her brother was killed in an accident; another driver ran a red light and broadsided her brother’s motorcycle. That left her rather shaken for quite a while as she and her brother were quite close.

Aside from that, her life has been pretty average. A personal realization about who she truly was led to some complicated times/feelings later in high school, but then as now she was far to timid to to act on said feelings. She has ‘come out’ to both her few friends and her parents, and while they’ve all been supportive, they also have all quietly despaired at her continuing ‘single’ status.

Other

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

This style of RP is a bit outside of my norm, but if you're willing to put up with my fumbling, I'll take a shot at it.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Gerad: He takes the hits so you don't have to :p

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Gerad

As they rallied on the knocked out tank and made ready for the next wave, Gerad joined Sven in trying to bring the machine back on line. Though the tank’s design made it impossible for him to enter it while in full armour, it was equipped with several external maintenance hatches for rapid in field servicing. Prying one open, Gerad tapped into the tank’s systems and immediately was able to answer a question that’d bugged him since it’d shown up. Why hadn’t the crew just slagged them with its main gun?

His best guess was that the tank had had its computers totally wiped when it was surplussed, including the controlling software for the plasma cannon; these guys seemed to have used a copy of a much lighter plasma cannon’s control software as a work around, but his guess was that it simply crashed when trying to deal with this much higher output. Deleting that patch of files, Gerad loaded a copy of his PRP’s OS, and made a few rapid adjustments; it was crude, it was sloppy and it’s probably wasn’t going to work all that great, but it was better than before.

The system came back online just moments before the second wave moved on them. From his position beside her, he watched Ducaelia launch a cyber warfare attack that made him think about his own armour’s security; but that was another thing for later. As the APCs went haywire, he still maintained his link to the tank, and took remote control of the turret. Status boards showed damage to its horizontal traverse, so trying to hit any of the, potential, moving targets was pretty much out of the question while the hull was stationary, but he could swing it about and aim it at the breach they had come through. As soon as the system showed a ready shot, he fired, sending a massive bolt of plasma through the breach where it exploded in a brilliant flash; best case, he hit something important, worst case, the third wave would be a bit more hesitant about coming through.

”Oi Sven!” He called across the company comm channel as he disconnected. ”Big burn’a up top works, those ‘s a bit sluggy side to. Reload ain’t shiny eithe’ but ‘ll get ther’ in a tik.” Bring his personal weapons and defences online, he moved to join the battle. ”Oh, an’ if th’ ‘puter say somethin’ ‘bout a ‘Cascade Failure’, leg it sharpish like.”

Ducaelia has the APCs all scattered and in disarray, so he turned his attention to the supporting infantry. With barrier up and shields on, he advanced towards them, turning his VLA in the trucks. While they were armoured, it was armour that was meant to stop light infantry grade slug throwers, not a vehicle grade laser weapon. The first two blew up spectacularly as his targeted their fuel storage, a third one simply vanished with everyone on board when a PRP round struck it in the side; all that in the first few moments.

The infantry, shaken by Durcaelia’s antics, didn’t even pay him any mind until he opened fire, but it was a rather futile gesture. Saving his dwindling PRP shots for any more heavy armored vehicles or soldiers, he simply bunkered down in the open and made himself a rather lethal little pillbox. Small arms fire poured into him, sparking of the shield, or on occasion, rattling off of the armour itself. None of the troops seemed to have anti-armour weapons, why would they, they controlled all the serious firepower on the planet…right? Safe in his walking tank, Gerad took his time picking off the enemy. ”Ain’t ‘and shoot’n this easy since trainin’!”