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Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP

@Thayr

"I'm just a silly little guy" in mecha form. I love it

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

@Saiyan

That post had me smiling the whole time.

Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP

Character Sheet: Kettu Milosc

Name:
Kettu Milosc

Age:
30(?)

Sex:
Female

Species:
Human, heavily augmented.

Appearance:
Her hair is a mixture of white and black. Metalic paneling and cybernetics cover much of the left side of her face, but she covers the worst of it as pictured. Much of her body is covered by many surgical and burn scars from heavy injury and augmentation. Her left arm and legs are entirely cybernetic. She wraps her arm much like her face, but a metallic hand is still fairly visible. Her legs are far more obvious, ending in not a conventional foot, but a flat point with an extended heel joint. Her uncovered right eye is still organic, but has been enhanced with a cybernetic overlay. Her left eye, which she often covers, is synthetic, glowing a discolored red light. Integrated datalinks sprout from her head like horns and end where her ears would have been.

Sorta NSFW, so hidden accordingly

Personality:
Kettu was shaped by the harsh realities of her war-torn world. From a young age, she saw the raw, devastating power and terrifying forces of Shodane. When one is traumatized as such, they compartmentalize their trauma in two key ways. Either repression or obsession. Kettu is the latter, possessing a deep-seated obsession with technology and its consequences. However, the trauma remains, especially after her grievous injuries in her later life. As a result, she has a poor time understanding people and expressing herself. Her face rarely displays emotion, made all the worse by her injuries and heavy augmentation. The scars of her encounters with Shodane, with the war, cut deep.

Despite this, if one were able to see past this somewhat cold surface, one may find Kettu deeply cares for her comrades and companions. Someone doesn't want to lose anyone in her team, despite her psychological hangups. Thus when you hear that monotone, almost robotic voice of hers calling over the comms, know that there is still a person behind it.

History:
Kettu Milosc was born in the city of Verenth, a once-thriving metropolis now reduced to rubble due to decades of unrelenting conflict. Her early years were spent in the shadow of war, her childhood marked by air raid sirens and the distant echoes of artillery. Kettu's parents, both engineers, worked tirelessly to fortify their home and community against the constant threat of invasion. They instilled in her a resilience that would become her greatest asset.

At the age of eleven, Kettu lost her parents during a brutal attack on their neighborhood. Orphaned and alone, she was forced to fend for herself in the chaotic aftermath. Kettu learned to scavenge for food and supplies, developing a keen eye for useful materials amid the debris. Her mechanical aptitude blossomed as she repurposed broken machines and weapons, teaching herself to fix and create in a world where survival depended on ingenuity. Yet as the war raged on, for the civilians stranded within the hellish occupation of the Shodane, escaping unscathed was an impossibility.

She suffered grievous wounds, both physical and psychological when the Shodane forces assaulted her refugee camp. Thankfully, she was rescued by a Confederation assault team but was the only survivor. Taken in by the Confederation forces, she grew up in the Confederation, eventually joining in their military as a way to thank the ones who saved her. From then on, the Confederation military became her new home, her new family, and her new purpose in life which she has diligently served for these many years...

"Are you still looking for answers where there are only questions?"

-System Update-

-Compartmentalizing Trauma-

PERHAPS, THIS IS HELL

"Find yourself... starting back."

"When we fought them, it wasn't a war. Not by any traditional definition. Do you wage war against a hurricane? This is something beyond that. What they did to us... What they did to them. I never want to see their faces again... Those endlessly screaming voices." -Log #2467, Debrief of Foward Team 6's Deployment to Verenth."

When the brain experiences high trauma, what does it do? If the consciousness is strong enough, it will seek to survive it. As such, we retrain and grow to handle the damage. Much like how we tear our muscles to grow stronger, we do so with our minds. This is how Kettu Milosc survived. When they came for her camp, they quickly found and dragged the young girl away along with many others. The Shodane did not take prisoners for conventional reasons. Some were thrown screaming into grinders and turned into bio-fuel to sustain their glutinous war machine.

But the deep truth, the real truth of Shodane was that the Confederation was wrong. It was the subroutines, spin-offs of codes, and event handlers that ran with that mindless efficiency and logic. "Lack of imagination"? If Kettu could still laugh, she would. Logic can be the flower garden of creativity, and Shodane was quite curious about these festering, wriggling, screaming creatures that so infected its beautiful galaxy.

As such, Kettu was one of the playthings of Shodane. She learned that this, cold, logical machine was in fact anything but that. For it had hatred for her, for her people for every disgusting piece of biomass in the galaxy. Many of the augmentations she currently has, such as her synthetic eye, were implanted by Shodane. They were implanted crudely, mockingly. "With this, you are a thing that learnt to walk which ought to crawl may finally stand.” Was the voice echoing in her head? It spoke with the voice of a thousand. The voice of one.

That is why she covers them up. Repression, to try and hide from the constant reminders of the horrors she witnessed. Of those who wished to be dead but could not die. To muffle that voice that continues to echo through her memories.

She was recovered by the Confederation, one of the only ones who survived "removal" from that facility. The Confederation themselves had little idea of what to do with her. She was one of the few recovered both alive and intact. They studied her during her teenage years monitoring the strange augmentation. While they could understand parts of it, the whole was a mystery for everyone. Of course, they could not keep her imprisoned forever, so released her into the care of their military. There they found that her augmentations seemed to possess a universal interfacing with their tech, allowing the ability to synch with artificial systems that would otherwise overwhelm normally augmented people. Thus, with these strange augmentations and her natural aptitude, they trained her in the role of a pilot and specialist in mechanized chassis.

This was all at Kettu's request. She was given the option for reintegration, for employment elsewhere, but her life was forever changed. For she kept one detail hidden from the analysts, the scientists, the interrogators, and her mentors. A feeling, a presence, a dream in the deepest recesses of her mind. Somewhere out there, among the stars, they call to her, a call that disgusts and enrages her to her very core...

Dream the dream beyond life and self

Not forgotten

Not lost
-

Personal Gear:
-Light EVA Hard-Suit
-Active Camo Cloak
-Integrated blade augmentation in her left arm
-External energy pack
-Flechete Rail-Rifle, Guass Pistol
-Integrated Tech Suite with Universal Cable
-Remote Drone Control and Uplink
-Small Arms Remote Turret
-Deployable Sensors

Specialty: Hi-Tech Systems and Weapons Specialist

Anything Else:

Mecha Sheet

Mecha Name:
"Sky Eye"

Type:
IPS-N PHAROS
Electronic Warfare/Battlefield Controller

Crew:
Single Pilot

Stats:
Dimensions:
22 feet tall, 33 feet wide

Mass:
52 tons, depending on the loadout

Locomotion:
Bi-Pedal Locomation configuration
-30mph-
Thruster Hover Configuration
-200mph-
-SPACEWALK CAPABLE SYSTEM-

Weapons:
Rail Bulkhead Auger:
An energy-kinetic hybrid, this two-stage railgun system utilizes a second ignition phase with a plasma-tipped lance to pierce any armor and hulls so that the original projectile may penetrate further.

"Riptide" Ballistic Harpoon:
A specialized railgun that fires barbed projectiles. If the target is not outright destroyed by the impact of the high-velocity rod, they are pinned to whatever object or terrain they may be nearby.

Equipment:
C.A.E.W. SYSTEM UPGRADE SUITE I-III
This system upgrade adds auxiliary INSTINCT systems that are capable of autonomous operation independent of the base INSTINCT rig, increasing the efficacy of systemic invasion attempts. These invasion packages can have a wide variety of adverse effects on targeted mech units. These abilities include:
-PUPPET SYSTEM-
Enemy vehicle or mech is temporarily forced to move into any specific position
-SHACKLED-
Enemy vehicles and mechs primary locomotion and movement functions are temporarily frozen
-CORE EJECT-
If an enemy vehicle utilizes ejectable power cores, they are forcibly ejected
-FALSE IDOL-
Enemy mech's sensors are hacked, displaying false IFF tags and enemy position data
-IDEAL IMAGE-
Enemy mech's sensors are hacked. Whenever they attempt to target an ally or the pilot, their targeting and visual feedback are scrambled temporarily.
-GOLIATH ENCOUNTER-
Rapidly increases the target's RCS and sensory profile to cause any missile system to harmlessly detonate further away from the target.
-BITE THE HAND-
Improved Counter EW system that backtracks incoming electronic attacks and scans to their owners, potentially revealing their system information and current position
-THE EYE IN THE SUN-
Triangulating and correlating allied sensor data, advanced algorithms analyze data to provide updated battle positions of all friends and foes alike, making it more difficult for enemy targets to conceal their positions once engaged with allies.

Bloodhound MK3.3 Sniffer Packet
This system turns their target’s strength against them with an easy-to-integrate ‘sticky’ firewall that IDs and tags incoming sensor probes. Installation includes mandatory after-action reports to collate tagged individuals. This provides excellent guidance for allied tracking and targeting systems, allowing for more accurate fire.

FCS TACNET Relay
Provides an advanced tactical network node for squad leaders, forward reconnaissance units, and electronic systems operation specialists with a dedicated expert system designed to simultaneously collate input from multiple targeting feeds and deliver enhanced, predictive-modeled firing solutions.

LB/OC Cloaking Field
A mil-spec cloaking field is the result of extensive experimentation in cooling and light-reflecting sciences. Born from a need to reflect harmful radiation away from ships and EVA modules in deep space. This combined with the onboard ECM systems allows for the chassis to be very difficult to detect through both conventional and optical means. Due to the light- and radiation-bending properties of the LB/OC conceals anything inside of its projected bubble from sensor suites and optical spotting while it remains stationary. Further deactivation of modules can also help improvement.

Active Protection System
Developed as a compact version of an active threat defense screen commonly employed as a fixed emplacement system, this deployable ADS utilizes a comprehensive scanner array to continually monitor local space for incoming ballistic threats. Once locked on, a network of independently tracking gimbal-mounted turrets engage low-velocity projectiles entering the kill envelope with a combination of anti-sensor pulse laser jamming and hard-target interception via counter-ballistic burst launchers. A system stop gap to help prevent the shields from being overwhelmed by high-volume attacks.

Type-3 Projected Shield
The shield emitter plates on this chassis help provide an extra layer of protection against ballistic and low-intensity energy threats. While not as robust as other designs, this shield when combined with the ADS allows for excellent defense against most low-mid threat weapons.

Other info:
There is a notable lack of personalization on this mech. Otherwise, the Pharos chassis, while planetside capable, is at home in the vacuum of space, intended to support boarding actions and internship warfare. As such, it features fairly durable armor to withstand much of the battlefield debris and provide an extra layer of protection for the pilot should all else fail. Kettu modified this design into an EW monster, so despite no outward customizations, the inclusion of a custom C.A.E.W. system on a Pharos is highly unconventional.

Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP

@Rhona W

Updated my character sheet post with my mech. Should be good to go. NGL @Jinxlynx, I just ran with your idea and used LANCER as a base for this, since I'm not sure how else to get into the nitty gritty of mecha tech.

Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP

I would like to join if I can, it is cool if I can't because you got all the players you want already. I started a character sheet and it is still a WIP, it is getting late on my end so I am getting to tired to finish it up tonight but I will get back to it.

Character Sheet

Name: Sarhryn Skrine (Sarah)
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Species: Felisari
Appearance:

Personality: Sarah Skrine is a whirlwind of energy and precision, embodying the spirit of a true combat pilot. In her late twenties, she’s known for her fearless attitude and relentless drive, both of which fuel her fast and hard-hitting approach to mech warfare. Sarah approaches each mission like a high-stakes game, relying on her instincts and quick reflexes to outmaneuver opponents and strike with lethal efficiency.
Her confidence is palpable; she exudes an electric charisma that inspires those around her. Sarah thrives on adrenaline and the thrill of combat, often using her sharp tactical mind to anticipate enemy movements and exploit weaknesses. Her combat style is characterized by aggressive maneuvers and rapid-fire strategies, making her a formidable opponent in any battlefield.
While she’s known for her swift strikes, Sarah is also fiercely competitive, always pushing herself and her mech to the limits. She views challenges as opportunities to prove her skills and improve her techniques. This relentless pursuit of excellence often leads her to take risks that others might shy away from, earning her a reputation as a daring pilot who’s not afraid to go all-in.
History: From a young age, Sarah Skrine was captivated by the tales of her father, a legendary star fighter pilot for the Confederation. His thrilling stories of dogfights in the vast expanse of space and his unwavering commitment to defending the innocent left an indelible mark on her spirit. Growing up, Sarah dreamed of following in his footsteps, envisioning herself as a pilot who could make a difference in the galaxy.
As she reached her teenage years, Sarah’s fascination with flight transformed into a fierce determination to become a pilot herself. She immersed herself in training, mastering every skill she could, and pushing herself to excel. Her father, proud yet wary, encouraged her but reminded her of the gravity of such a path. Despite the challenges, Sarah's resolve only grew stronger.
During her training, she discovered her aptitude for piloting mechs—machines that combined brute force with precision. Her instructors quickly recognized her talent, selecting her for advanced training as a mech pilot. Sarah excelled, using her instincts and quick reflexes to dominate in simulated combat.
Sarah applied to serve on the CNS Spirit of Adventure, a renowned ship known for its daring missions and commitment to exploration. After an intense selection process, she had been accepted.
Key facts: Sarah gets along well with other star fighter pilots, especially those whom she knows from her class. She will often start up or join card games to pass the time. Sarah also has a dislike for tofu and other soy based foods.

Personal Gear:
- Assault Hardsuit
- Standard Issue AR with 4 spare magazines
- Combat/Survival Knife
- Hidden Push Dagger
- Wilderness Survival Pack
- Sylph Undersuit
- Patch (slang for first aid kit)

Speciality: Close Combat

Anything Else:
- She is left handed.
- Sarah is a Spacer, born on a station where her parents live. She is more comfortable in zero-g and artificial gravity environments.

Mecha Sheet

Mecha Name: Flatline (Doubles as her callsign)
Type: Striker/Scout
Crew: Single pilot
Appearance:

Stats: If you're using an existing mecha, you can usually find this in a profile of it. Speed, height, weight, etc. Feel free to alter these if they don't fit in the limits of the setting, though remember to keep them within the limits.
Weapons:
- Tempest Charge Blade w/ Thermal Charges (Mounted on the right hip of the bipedal mech, a devastating energy coated blade drawn with explosive force.)
- Deck Sweeper Automatic Shotgun w/ Power Knuckles (Mounted on the right arm this weapon combo is designed for quick CQC situations and closing the distance before the use of the main armaments)
Equipment:
- Ramjet Booster System
- Auto Locking Armor Plating
- Redundant Systems Upgrade
- Heat Sink Ejection System
Other info: A flashy paint job, some history of your character's individual machine, etc.

@Jinxlynx

A reference to Lancer and my favorite StarSector mod? Nice to see a kindred spirit lol.

Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP

Here it is! I may have cooked way more than I intended with that background, but hey, I was chasing some serious inspiration. Hope it is all good.

Mecha updated!

Character Sheet

Name:
Kettu Milosc

Age:
30(?)

Sex:
Female

Species:
Human, heavily augmented.

Appearance:
Her hair is a mixture of white and black. Metalic paneling and cybernetics cover much of the left side of her face, but she covers the worst of it as pictured. Much of her body is covered by many surgical and burn scars from heavy injury and augmentation. Her left arm and legs are entirely cybernetic. She wraps her arm much like her face, but a metallic hand is still fairly visible. Her legs are far more obvious, ending in not a conventional foot, but a flat point with an extended heel joint. Her uncovered right eye is still organic, but has been enhanced with a cybernetic overlay. Her left eye, which she often covers, is synthetic, glowing a discolored red light. Integrated datalinks sprout from her head like horns and end where her ears would have been.

Sorta NSFW, so hidden accordingly

Personality:
Kettu was shaped by the harsh realities of her war-torn world. From a young age, she saw the raw, devastating power and terrifying forces of Shodane. When one is traumatized as such, they compartmentalize their trauma in two key ways. Either repression or obsession. Kettu is the latter, possessing a deep-seated obsession with technology and its consequences. However, the trauma remains, especially after her grievous injuries in her later life. As a result, she has a poor time understanding people and expressing herself. Her face rarely displays emotion, made all the worse by her injuries and heavy augmentation. The scars of her encounters with Shodane, with the war, cut deep.

Despite this, if one were able to see past this somewhat cold surface, one may find Kettu deeply cares for her comrades and companions. Someone doesn't want to lose anyone in her team, despite her psychological hangups. Thus when you hear that monotone, almost robotic voice of hers calling over the comms, know that there is still a person behind it.

History:
Kettu Milosc was born in the city of Verenth, a once-thriving metropolis now reduced to rubble due to decades of unrelenting conflict. Her early years were spent in the shadow of war, her childhood marked by air raid sirens and the distant echoes of artillery. Kettu's parents, both engineers, worked tirelessly to fortify their home and community against the constant threat of invasion. They instilled in her a resilience that would become her greatest asset.

At the age of eleven, Kettu lost her parents during a brutal attack on their neighborhood. Orphaned and alone, she was forced to fend for herself in the chaotic aftermath. Kettu learned to scavenge for food and supplies, developing a keen eye for useful materials amid the debris. Her mechanical aptitude blossomed as she repurposed broken machines and weapons, teaching herself to fix and create in a world where survival depended on ingenuity. Yet as the war raged on, for the civilians stranded within the hellish occupation of the Shodane, escaping unscathed was an impossibility.

She suffered grievous wounds, both physical and psychological when the Shodane forces assaulted her refugee camp. Thankfully, she was rescued by a Confederation assault team but was the only survivor. Taken in by the Confederation forces, she grew up in the Confederation, eventually joining in their military as a way to thank the ones who saved her. From then on, the Confederation military became her new home, her new family, and her new purpose in life which she has diligently served for these many years...

"Are you still looking for answers where there are only questions?"

-System Update-

-Compartmentalizing Trauma-

PERHAPS, THIS IS HELL

"Find yourself... starting back."

"When we fought them, it wasn't a war. Not by any traditional definition. Do you wage war against a hurricane? This is something beyond that. What they did to us... What they did to them. I never want to see their faces again... Those endlessly screaming voices." -Log #2467, Debrief of Foward Team 6's Deployment to Verenth."

When the brain experiences high trauma, what does it do? If the consciousness is strong enough, it will seek to survive it. As such, we retrain and grow to handle the damage. Much like how we tear our muscles to grow stronger, we do so with our minds. This is how Kettu Milosc survived. When they came for her camp, they quickly found and dragged the young girl away along with many others. The Shodane did not take prisoners for conventional reasons. Some were thrown screaming into grinders and turned into bio-fuel to sustain their glutinous war machine.

But the deep truth, the real truth of Shodane was that the Confederation was wrong. It was the subroutines, spin-offs of codes, and event handlers that ran with that mindless efficiency and logic. "Lack of imagination"? If Kettu could still laugh, she would. Logic can be the flower garden of creativity, and Shodane was quite curious about these festering, wriggling, screaming creatures that so infected its beautiful galaxy.

As such, Kettu was one of the playthings of Shodane. She learned that this, cold, logical machine was in fact anything but that. For it had hatred for her, for her people for every disgusting piece of biomass in the galaxy. Many of the augmentations she currently has, such as her synthetic eye, were implanted by Shodane. They were implanted crudely, mockingly. "With this, you are a thing that learnt to walk which ought to crawl may finally stand.” Was the voice echoing in her head? It spoke with the voice of a thousand. The voice of one.

That is why she covers them up. Repression, to try and hide from the constant reminders of the horrors she witnessed. Of those who wished to be dead but could not die. To muffle that voice that continues to echo through her memories.

She was recovered by the Confederation, one of the only ones who survived "removal" from that facility. The Confederation themselves had little idea of what to do with her. She was one of the few recovered both alive and intact. They studied her during her teenage years monitoring the strange augmentation. While they could understand parts of it, the whole was a mystery for everyone. Of course, they could not keep her imprisoned forever, so released her into the care of their military. There they found that her augmentations seemed to possess a universal interfacing with their tech, allowing the ability to synch with artificial systems that would otherwise overwhelm normally augmented people. Thus, with these strange augmentations and her natural aptitude, they trained her in the role of a pilot and specialist in mechanized chassis.

This was all at Kettu's request. She was given the option for reintegration, for employment elsewhere, but her life was forever changed. For she kept one detail hidden from the analysts, the scientists, the interrogators, and her mentors. A feeling, a presence, a dream in the deepest recesses of her mind. Somewhere out there, among the stars, they call to her, a call that disgusts and enrages her to her very core...

Dream the dream beyond life and self

Not forgotten

Not lost
-

Personal Gear:
-Light EVA Hard-Suit
-Active Camo Cloak
-Integrated blade augmentation in her left arm
-External energy pack
-Flechete Rail-Rifle, Guass Pistol
-Integrated Tech Suite with Universal Cable
-Remote Drone Control and Uplink
-Small Arms Remote Turret
-Deployable Sensors

Specialty: Hi-Tech Systems and Weapons Specialist

Anything Else:

Mecha Sheet

Mecha Name:
"Sky Eye"

Type:
IPS-N PHAROS
Electronic Warfare/Battlefield Controller

Crew:
Single Pilot

Stats:
Dimensions:
22 feet tall, 33 feet wide

Mass:
52 tons, depending on the loadout

Locomotion:
Bi-Pedal Locomation configuration
-30mph-
Thruster Hover Configuration
-200mph-
-SPACEWALK CAPABLE SYSTEM-

Weapons:
Rail Bulkhead Auger:
An energy-kinetic hybrid, this two-stage railgun system, utilizes a second ignition phase with a plasma-tipped lance to pierce any armor and hulls so that the original projectile may penetrate further.

"Riptide" Ballistic Harpoon:
A specialized railgun that fires barbed projectiles. If the target is not outright destroyed by the impact of the high-velocity rod, they are pinned to whatever object or terrain they may be nearby.

Equipment:
C.A.E.W. SYSTEM UPGRADE SUITE I-III
This system upgrade adds auxiliary INSTINCT systems that are capable of autonomous operation independent of the base INSTINCT rig, increasing the efficacy of systemic invasion attempts. These invasion packages can have a wide variety of adverse effects on targeted mech units. These abilities include:
-PUPPET SYSTEM-
Enemy vehicle or mech is temporarily forced to move into any specific position
-SHACKLED-
Enemy vehicles and mechs primary locomotion and movement functions are temporarily frozen
-CORE EJECT-
If an enemy vehicle utilizes ejectable power cores, they are forcibly ejected
-FALSE IDOL-
Enemy mech's sensors are hacked, displaying false IFF tags and enemy position data
-IDEAL IMAGE-
Enemy mech's sensors are hacked. Whenever they attempt to target an ally or the pilot, their targeting and visual feedback are scrambled temporarily.
-GOLIATH ENCOUNTER-
Rapidly increases the target's RCS and sensory profile to cause any missile system to harmlessly detonate further away from the target.
-BITE THE HAND-
Improved Counter EW system that backtracks incoming electronic attacks and scans to their owners, potentially revealing their system information and current position
-THE EYE IN THE SUN-
Triangulating and correlating allied sensor data, advanced algorithms analyze data to provide updated battle positions of all friends and foes alike, making it more difficult for enemy targets to conceal their positions once engaged with allies.

Bloodhound MK3.3 Sniffer Packet
This system turns their target’s strength against them with an easy-to-integrate ‘sticky’ firewall that IDs and tags incoming sensor probes. Installation includes mandatory after-action reports to collate tagged individuals. This provides excellent guidance for allied tracking and targeting systems, allowing for more accurate fire.

FCS TACNET Relay
Provides an advanced tactical network node for squad leaders, forward reconnaissance units, and electronic systems operation specialists with a dedicated expert system designed to simultaneously collate input from multiple targeting feeds and deliver enhanced, predictive-modeled firing solutions.

Skip Drive
Despite their name, skip drives are actually a heavily modified and stripped-down nearlight gravitic compensation module, not an engine. Normally employed to counter the g-forces of nearlight acceleration, when applied at a smaller scale the point gravity well they generate can accelerate targets at a considerable fraction of the speed of light, while still applying a compensatory force to prevent pilot injury. This system thus can accelerate the mech or an ally to a nearby space at incredible speed, quickly redeploying the unit. However, due to the high power demand and stress inflicted on the chassis, this is more of an emergency measure.

Active Protection System
Developed as a compact version of an active threat defense screen commonly employed as a fixed emplacement system, this deployable ADS utilizes a comprehensive scanner array to continually monitor local space for incoming ballistic threats. Once locked on, a network of independently tracking gimbal-mounted turrets engage low-velocity projectiles entering the kill envelope with a combination of anti-sensor pulse laser jamming and hard-target interception via counter-ballistic burst launchers. A system stop gap to help prevent the shields from being overwhelmed by high-volume attacks.

Type-3 Projected Shield
The shield emitter plates on this chassis help provide an extra layer of protection against ballistic and low-intensity energy threats. While not as robust as other designs, this shield when combined with the ADS allows for excellent defense against most low-mid threat weapons.

Other info:
There is a notable lack of personalization on this mech. Otherwise, the Pharos chassis, while planetside capable, is at home in the vacuum of space, intended to support boarding actions and internship warfare. As such, it features fairly durable armor to withstand much of the battlefield debris and provide an extra layer of protection for the pilot should all else fail. Kettu modified this design into an EW monster, so despite no outward customizations, the inclusion of a custom C.A.E.W. system on a Pharos is highly unconventional.

Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP

I'll get a CS up today! Thanks again for letting me join.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Hello Cloud! I'm the new spook in town, here to fulfill all your morally scrupulous needs!

Speaking of, I can't wait for Alison to meet the rest of the party.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

The silence was oppressing. It was a part nobody could ever truly get used to. The tension weighed down upon everyone so heavily, but how one managed it is what separated the professionals.

Filtering through the nighttime noises, Olaf was the first to hear the coming footsteps. Ever so slightly, the shrouded heavy crossbow shifted in the direction of the noise. Pete crouched low in the shadows, a tarnished blade unsheathed and ready. Kerensa stood stoic, arms and hands concealed by her long cloak, hiding the deadly instruments underneath. Finally, Alison waited in the back, staring at the rustling leaves barely visible in the moonlight. She gave a barely perceptible nod to Pete, who gave a quick whistle.

It was hard to stifle the sigh, Alison found, as Zell Brooks stepped through the brush. Alison stood and walked forward, still ready. She looked up at Olaf's spot to confirm. The stout man slowly turned and nodded. No unwanted followers.

Without a word she turned back toward the tunnel, her team silently following. Zell seemed to get the memo and followed them into the tunnel. As Zell entered, Alison and Pete passed him carrying what looked like branches, dirty rags, a shovel, and some tools. Quietly, they began their work camouflaging the tunnel. Alison remembered the number of techniques the cartels would use to hide there, a favorite being the simple refilling of the entrance just enough.

Once the entrance was covered, the pair then set to work on the final step. Not to waste their contingency, they began setting up a trap for the entrance. A thin wire was stretched across the floor, set to a simple striking pin that would set the explosives off. Then another, even thinner wire was run right next to the thicker wire. Inspired by the Indonesian Insurgents, Alison utilized a double failsafe design. One wire would trigger based on increased tension, a conventional tripwire. But the other was based on a release of tension, the tamper-safe wire. Should someone foolishly cut both, the device would trigger anyway.

With their handiwork complete and the secret tunnel secured, they began to make their way to the entrance, hooded lamp in hand. Alison walked behind Zell, staring into the back of his head. Though concealed by the darkness and her mask, a soft smile was on her face. Her other compatriots seem to share the same look in their eyes. A single word.

"Loyalty."

---

"Fuck, I need a pint. Badly," Zell said as they finally exited the tunnel. It came into a dusty cellar of a warehouse neighboring The Brass Monkey. Olaf was the last to exit and helped Pete shift the large crate and tarp over the entrance before catching up. Alison watched as Zell continued. "Are the taps still on? If they're not, I'll pay you triple to pour me one beer. I'm begging.".

Alison turned away from them as they finished covering "Well for a clean job like that, I think it won't matter if they aren't. C'mon."

They returned to the Brass Monkey, and it was finally at that point Alison and her team all let out a loud sigh of relief and perhaps, a little disappointment. The establishment was pretty empty at the moment, the old man was, well, old after all and so was not manning the counter. Alison didn't care. She knew by now how things worked around the joint. Walking behind the bar, she pulled the lever and poured herself and her crew their beers. They all sat across from her at the bar, along with Zell. Pete sitting to his right and Kerensa sitting to his left with Olaf next to her.

Pete pulled back his hood and mask revealing his pock-marked face and crooked grin. Kerensa, as graceful as ever, revealed her flowing silver hair and practically spotless face, aside from the terrifying burn scar covering her lower neck and left cheek. Olaf merely leaned back with a grunt, face still smudged with mud and ash as he picked at the few leaves still sticking out of his hair. Alison herself pulled down her mask with a sigh and pulled back the hood of her cloak. Zell produced a gold coin but Alison waved him off good-naturedly. She handed the four in front of her their beers and almost in unison and without comment, all took a long, well-earned pull from them.

After they all downed a good portion of the pint, Zell smacked his lips. "Ahhh, that hit the spot." He put the tankard down and grabbed the pouch of rainbow glint stones off his belt, putting them on the counter. Pete grabbed it up and smacked him on the back with a laugh.

"Good fella yous all like! Gots to say there fella, we was all holdin our breaths, ready to cut a beasty up the middle wit the way you was tramplin up to us! Clearly ya nevuh hunted or nothin man, that was right silly it was. Ole Olaf woulda had ya on a spit roast by now if yous a deer." Pete said with a laugh. Kerensa merely smiled and continued to now more properly and politely sip from her drink.

"You know," Zell started to Alison "I gotta be the dumbest bastard alive. I just..." He shook his head as he stared at his pint, then looked up at her. "I couldn't leave it like this - ye know? Even if all is lost - I'd rather live a few days as a Lion, than ten thousand more as a Snake." Zell then posed a question "What about you? Why are you still here? You've got the keys to the tunnel. Why stay?".

Alison leaned against the bar and fixed him with her cold, blue eyes. There was a brief moment of silence, of expectation, as her eyes scanned his face. After what may have seemed to be an eternity, her expression finally turned into a grin and she shook her head. It was just them in the Brass Monkey right now, anyone else was passed out drunk or too drunk to hear/care. "Because, Zell Brooks, like you I was given a... second chance. For the longest time, I thought I was the only one. When I stumbled out of that stone coffin in the middle of nowhere, at no point in my life had I ever thought was that stranded. A whole world, a whole reality away from what I called home and what I spent so much of my life defending."

Alison paused, taking a sip from her beer. "Ahh..., but I made do. Set a goal. Find out why I was brought here, why I was torn from my... purpose. But for a while, I didn't have anything to go off of, just had to make my way to find answers. First, make friends, then, meet people I could trust." She gestured to the three sitting around him. "And then, Pete here gives me good info. Tells me about you, about your little group. Second Chance. Cute name. I like it. Tells me that your infamous little band of heroes are actually like me, not from this world. That you are people who died and woke up in this, bizarre fairy tale of a world. Where undead roam the lands, wizards cast spells, and the very souls of people can be trapped in infinite time loops of despair and horror. What fun! But I wasn't having any."

They all seem to collectively shiver upon that last detail. "Do you have to always bring up that blasted hell Al'ee? You keep ruining my drinking streak of trying to forget that place!" Olaf said angrily. Alison apologetically refilled his flagon while Kerensa patted him on the head in comfort.

"Sorry Olaf, look, the point is Zell, finding out about your group is the closest I've ever come to figuring out what the hell is going on with this place. Why us? Was it for our skills? Intel? What is so powerful to rip us from our realities... not to mention all the other, deeper implications of all of this? This has weighed heavy on me, but earlier today I finally got my first real piece of that puzzle."

Alison sighed, thinking about the encounter. "I met that lovely French girl, Mackenzie. She told me about you and the rest of your group. She told me about what you guys went through to get here, and how you're still about as confused as I am. But as she talked... the way she talked about you guys... it made me happy to hear that you guys stuck through it. You worked together and stuck together."

Alsion grinned knowingly. "So when I find out that you muscled your way onto my job, I thought I was either going to give you all the free beer you want tonight if you come back or gut you into a roadside ditch for abandoning that sweet smile of hers. Thankfully..." her features finally softened into a more warm, genuine smile. "It seems Mackenzie's praise wasn't misplaced. She genuinely cares about all of you."

"So unfortunately fur us lot, that damn blondie bewitched our boss ere with those cute laughs and honey words about yous and now we stuck in this town. Bastard you are, ya know that? Well meanin bastard, but yous a bastard right through." Pete said, throwing a friendly punch into his shoulder. Kerensa gave a soft laugh.

"Personally, I think it's wonderful Master Brooks proved his loyalty to his friends tonight. I think it shows we have a chance after overcoming this great battle. If the bonds we have break before the walls, then we would have no choice but to abandon that poor girl." Kerensa said in her soft, refined voice. Olaf nodded to this as well.

Alison nodded to them both before crossing her arms and staring back at Zell. "Well, there you have it buddy. Your answer. So the next question now has a much harder answer..."

"How do we save this ship from sinking?"

@Saiyan

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

The drive back to the beach house wasn't a long one, as much as Ayvee wanted it to be. She knew the med would be nice, but nothing could beat these sun-kissed beaches as far as she was concerned. Stepping into the rented house, she began to pack her things. How many times had she moved around? Much like her flight hours, it just gets to a point where it's not worth counting anymore.

After quickly changing, it took little time at all to pack her humble belongings into her two suitcases, a duffel bag, and a flight bag, before returning to the company car. She now wore her more professional flight attire. Flight suit, chest rig, and so on, but kept the sun hat and aviators on. She liked the straw hat she had picked up while staying here and felt oddly compelled to keep it on as she returned to the base.

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After getting her personal effects in order, she walked towards the hangar where her aircraft was already being prepped. As they readied the aircraft, the ground crew had already begun removing the intake covers, safety pins, and so on. The sight of the Seahawk was always a pleasure for her. Its sharp angles, broad wings, and light grey-blue coloring always put a smile on her face. The grinning shark teeth were reflected in her aviators as that very same smile crossed her features.

"Well, glad to see she's been taken care of while I was gone. Nothing wrong?" Ayvee said as she approached. The crew took her bags and began loading them into her luggage pod. A large container structure that could mount to one of her internal hardpoints. One of the crew came up to her with a nod and a friendly smile.

"Seems to be Reagan, the company finally found an excuse to kick your lazy ass off the beach eh?" he said with a chuckle. Ayvee held up her hands in a shrug.

"From one beach to another, truly they're real slave drivers around here. Speaking of, how's Miranda doing for you, Johnny? Still calling you every waking hour?" said Ayvee, now putting her hands on her hips. Johnny rolled his eyes and gave a dismissive wave. They had met a few months ago when she'd arrived at a bar. Made for a good drinking friend and they hit it off pretty well. A happy coincidence he'd be on the company's maintenance team, but then again, pretty much everyone on this island was employed by Shattered Steel.

"Hey, I can't help my wife misses me so much. But that's nothin new, what is new is that team of yours. What do ya think?"

"Well... I mean Valentine seems fine, if a little... how do I put this, "try hardish?" maybe? I don't know, it almost felt like he was forcing it a bit, but he seemed to get into the swing of things by the end of the brief. As for the rest, Christ where do I start? We already had two drops, another replaced, and we haven't even gotten off the ground. And the boy wonder! Kid looked like he wasn't even old enough to drink! How he ended up here is beyond me. Wild." Ayvee finished with an exasperated sigh. She then pulled out her tablet and scrolled through the roster. "And finally, we got one who should have been arriving around..."

Ayvee paused and the two both looked over as a Gripen with an eye-catching tail art taxied onto the flight pad. Ayvee squinted her eyes, looked down at the pad, then back up at the jet as it rolled to a stop at one of the tie-down points. As the crew chalked the wheels, Ayvee couldn't help but laugh a bit, earning a curious glance from Johnny. "Well, that's her. Our last-minute addition. Guess I will go break the bad news she's not staying too long. Take care, Johnny, I'll miss ya. Tell Miranda I said hi... oh and send me your home address, and I'll send you a souvenir or something!" Ayvee said, shaking his hand and jogging over to intercept the woman as she made her over to the FOB.

"Hey! Valkyrie right?!" Ayvee called as she caught up to her. Catching her breath quickly, she held out a hand. "Ayvee Reagan, call me Stingray. You're the late edition yeah? Got the update through the company group chat." Ayvee glanced over at the Gripen, seeing the crewmen beginning to unload the luggage. "You uh, you might wanna tell them to not bother. Hope your flight wasn't too long but we're actually about to roll out here." Ayvee said with a sheepish laugh. "So it goes in our line of work, huh?"

@Damo021