Barioth

A True Sacrifice

@Kaalee Thanks, I guess I'll claim stone

A True Sacrifice

I'd be willing to play Earth or Stone, what are the differences between the two? Is Earth more life focused?

Steel Dawn - Nightfall

I'm thinking some good ol' Christmas ham.

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My character is so depressing lmao.

I think I'm going to start writing him a little more positively ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Steel Dawn - Nightfall

Since he had learned of the cut off in communication to Earth, Maxim had had mixed feelings. It was a unique feeling adjusting to life without directives given to him by Wolf Labs, almost a bad feeling. His whole purpose in being was the lab's experiments and the prospect of becoming independent from those was daunting to say the least. He felt lost, if Wolf Labs was truly gone than his purpose for living was gone with it.

As the briefing began, he narrowed his focus and shook off the thought. Worrying about it was useless and dangerous, he couldn't allow his concentration slip lest he end up like the haunting scenes he had seen during his service in the Mars conflicts. The faint image of a burnt infant curled up in the sands of Mars, a casualty of a fire fight that had unfortunately taken place near a small settlement. He remembered stepping out of the cockpit and standing over the body. "Just a roasted peanut.." his brother had said as he stepped over the body. Maxim laughed shakily as he stepped past the body. Just a roasted peanut he had thought as he trailed after his brother.

A cold planet it seemed was the next destination, a place where the Kazak's cockpit would not turn into a large oven. With almost a smirk he rose from his seat, saluted the captain, and exited towards the hangar. The extra details were meaningless, he knew where they were going and what they were doing. 'Why' was above him.

Steel Dawn - Nightfall

"Sometimes I feel like there is no point to this all, everything just feels meaningless."

"But brother...that's the best part"

With a gasp of breath, Maxim pulled the covers off himself and rolled out of bed. He was covered in a cold sweat and his heart was beating out of his chest. He sat back down on the side of his bed, hand on chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart as he calmed his breath. The same dream had haunted him the night before, the day he had been defrosted and reintroduced to the world. Everything about it seemed surreal, this hotel room with all its' accessories and the peaceful society that lay just past his window for miles. His nerves calmed, Maxim clambered to his feet and peeked out at the colony through his window. A crowd of folk hurriedly bustled about on their ways to their jobs as vehicles made their way through traffic. It was almost shocking to see the recovering humanity he had gone to sleep to had flourished into something he could never had imagined.
"They will never know." he thought to himself as he began to start his morning routine.

A quick breakfast later, Maxim was boarding the shuttle back to the in the clothing he had been given after he had been defrosted, it was a nicely fitting uniform with insignias he barely recognized. In a few minutes he was walking through the halls of the ship towards the room the navigation droid had directed him towards. He stopped a moment to appreciate the view from a small port window. The fleet of ships were spread out almost endlessly throughout the vacuum of space accompanied with the beetle-like colony ships that crawled alongside them. It was almost pretty.

Upon entering Briefing Room 2 he noticed that two of the squad he had been assigned to were already there. With a salute he introduced himself, "Lieutenant Volkov reporting in" His Russian accent was evident but not enough that it obstructed his english. As he dropped the salute, he observed the people present through the corner of his eye. The man with the eye-patch would be his squad leader from the information he had been given. His face was familiar, he looked like one of those faces he saw on Martian propaganda, but that had been such a long time ago that even Maxim barely remembered the details. The other was much younger and gave off an air of confidence, he must not have been one of the sleepers, one of the next generation it seemed. Taking his seat he awaited the briefing.

Steel Dawn - Nightfall

Sorry it's taking me so long, I will get my IC post in tonight.

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Looks good.
The lack of hands might be a problem though.
A little thing that bothers me is that it's got a lot of gun for a 50t Med, maybe bump it up to a 55t? Doesn't really matter. It's just that Gauss/Railguns are pretty heavy guns.

Also updated the Mechsheet to include speed range, height and height range.
So we can better understand how fast and how tall each others mechs are.

Also if nobody takes Captain when we get 4 sheets, I'll be promoting my own guy to Captain. Just seeing if everyones' OK with that.

@Skyrte

Ok, I will make the weight change. On the arms thing, would it be acceptable if the mech had a pair of arms or claws that fold out from the torso?

I'd be fine with your guy being the captain too

Steel Dawn - Nightfall

Finished my character, sorry it took so long. Tell me if there are any issues with the mech, as I am not sure how well developed it is or if it fits well.

Steel Dawn - Nightfall

Lieutenant Volkov and the Kazak II

Character Sheet
Name: Maxim Volkov
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 37
Equipment:
MS4-B Handgun- A vintage handgun well liked for its' reliability and ease of handling. The handgun boasts considerable stopping power for its size at close distances and offers accuracy at mid-range. Has a 10 round magazine and fires solid ammunition.

WL-Mk1 "Extreme Condition" Suit- The cutting edge result of many years of research at Wolf Labs located on Earth's moon. The suit's main goal was to offer absolute protection in the extremes of high and low temperature as well as in the vacuum of space while being compatible with pilot's who have received the ALPHA surgery.

ALPHA Cybernetic Enhancement- An exceedingly painful surgery that introduces a large amount of receptors within the body's nervous system and brain. Characterized mainly by 2 sockets below each shoulder blade, where a pilot is physically plugged into the machine, increasing the performance of the machine greatly at the cost of fatiguing the pilot the more stress he places on the mech.

History:
Since his earliest years, Maxim's life was almost completely intertwined with Wolf Labs, the private research facility located within one of the Moon's largest craters. His father, Anatoli Volkov, a very wealthy war profiteer, was the primary source of funds for the facility and kept it running for the sake of selling the newly developed technology to the highest bidder, be it colonist or earthling.
With the development of new weapons and technology comes the need of willing(or unwilling) human subjects, and it was in Maxim's bad luck that he was the unneeded 7th son at a research lab scarcely controlled by any law except his own father's. Since age 4, Maxim was raised as the designated crash test dummy should his older brother, the 6th son, ever bite the dust while testing a new weapon. It was an environment without hope of escape, but for Maxim who knew nothing else, it crafted in him a sense of fearlessness and a very accepting attitude towards risk. At around 7 years of age, his older brother finally died while testing a very early prototype of Wolf Lab's first ever venture into Mech engineering. The prototype exhibited great potential until its' main gun experienced catastrophic failure and turned the machine and Maxim's brother into another crater on the Moon's surface. The failure was attributed to the pilot's inability to pilot the machine. Research was put into human enhancement surgery and Maxim was put under surgery to enhance his compatibility with the mech.
After years of training and near-death escapes, Maxim had developed an iron will and rigorously learned piloting abilities. It was decided that field testing would be a necessary stage of development for the mech so Maxim was contracted to the Earth forces at war with the colonists as a means of gaining valuable data to improve the machine. For the 21 year old Maxim, he found the most difficult part of battle the taking of another life. His own life was not worth much but the lives of others was something he could not monetize like his own. It was a moral dilemma of his for many years as he stalked the outskirts of the Earth forces' encampments, combating flanking forces and hunting fleeing rebels.
By the end of the war he had accepted killing as a fact of life but he had no taste for it, and partook in it only for the sake of duty and his own set of moral principles. It had been decided that the first finished mech from Wolf Labs and its' designated pilot, Maxim would gather more data with the 6th exploration fleet. After joining the fleet, Maxim was placed with the 1st Vanguard Mechs, and was subsequently frozen, his machine preserved until he awoke.

Other: The fate of Wolf Labs is currently unknown with the dead communication to Earth.

Appearance:


Mech Sheet
Name: Kazak II
Designation: Volk, WL1
Tonnage: 55t
Height: Medium Height. 9 Meters
Mech Speed: Moderately Agile , 76 kph
Upgrades: Upgraded Weapons Systems, Upgraded Reactor Core, Upgraded Targeting Systems, ALPHA System- Wires in the cockpit plug into the pilot's back for even more intricate control
Traits: Mysterious, Rumor-surrounded, Cannot get up on its own if it falls on its' front

Exploration Loadout:
Upper Chassis - Side Mounted Brightlights for Dark Environments, Bottom Mounted 50cal Machine Gun for Anti-Personnel use
Left Upper Chassis - 2x Medium Jump Jets
Right Upper Chassis - 2x Medium Jump Jets
Left Arm - 1x Long Range Heavy Laser replaces Arm
Right Arm - 1x Long Range Heavy Laser replaces Arm
Left Leg - Side Mounted Grenade-launcher, fires a variety of tactical explosives
Right Leg - N/A

Combat Loadout:
Upper Chassis - Front Mounted Bayonet Tusks 7ft Each
Left Upper Chassis - 2x Medium Jump Jets
Right Upper Chassis - 2x Medium Jump Jets
Left Arm - 1x Long Range Heavy Laser replaces Arm, ***1x Utility Arm
Right Arm - **1x Very Long Range Scoped Rail Gun replaces Arm, ***1x Utility Arm
Left Leg - *2xSide Mounted Smart Missile-pod Casing
Right Leg - *2xSide Mounted Smart Missile-pod Casing
*Each Casing fires a large amount of small missiles that are connected remotely and guided by the Pilot. Very specialized weapon and not used often as it is not produced regularly
**Ammo feeds into loading mechanism connected to within the chassis, ammo has no chance of catching fire as the Rail Gun's power comes from kinetic energy not explosives
***Utility Arms are small and extend from the chassis below the weapons on both sides. Have a lifting ability of about 20t, they look like T-rex arms.

Lore:
The Kazak II itself has never seen combat, meaning the entire WL1 series has never been battle tested. The WL.95 was the predecessor that underwent field trials on Mars to develop the WL1, and what is known of the WL.95 is not very much. The fact that there has only been one of each generation created meant that any information surrounding the WL Models is few and far between. The only recorded documentation of the WL series' performance available currently is the mission records of a few operations during the Mars independence movement, where detachments were sent out as a flanking force and encountered the WL.95.
-It is noted that during the operation the activity of an enemy sniper who had taken position within a wide rocky outcropping in the terrain stopped the advancement of ground forces for almost 4 days until it is suspected he/she ran out of ammunition and retreated, leaving a body count of 3 mechs too damaged to continue the flanking maneuver and 4 unable to be repaired. Enemy sniper was using some sort of guided missile system to take out forces who tried to get close.
The rest are either rumors or just gossip about the odd machine gathering dust in the hangar of the 1st Vanguard Mechs. There have been stories of deserters who were picked off by some kind of dogged pursuer as they tried to leave the battlefield as well as stories of an illusion of a mech face down in the red sand of mars, the swinging legs glistening in the morning sun.

Mech Appearance: