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Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

@TheNoCoKid

Okay I'll ask it.

Is this our permission to consider our CSes confirmed and move them over to the characters tab?

Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

YAY!

He returns!

I'm just gonna call the funeral home...don't mind me

Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

Caelan Maxwell

Caelan Maxwell

Guapo huh?

"Listen 'ere pal, ah dinnae hae time tae stick aroond 'n' listen tae ye babble oan. A've git far tae mony hings tae dae. "

Age: 42

Appearance: A lanky fellow, toned build, skin tanned from long hours spent in the heat and light of the sun. A well muscled form under leather jacket, and synth-fiber runners trousers. Spiked runners boots. His body pretty much unblemished by augment or implant, except for a single cyberlink port on his left wrist, that has perpetually red aggravated skin about the interface point. Well callused hands, and scars litter his arms and knees.

Faction: Sk8te

Sk8te Cell: The Jolly Moggies of Morris Road, Morris Road is a short alley,branching off Metro Street, located between four Corporate enclaves or minor branch offices. Morris Road is considered the main throughfare that links the four Enclaves, but is technically claimed by the Jolly Moggies. The Jolly's number maybe 100, and take alot of jobs from the four enclaves as couriers and salvagers and are often paid with food, goods and items through that.

Background:

Morris Road, once upon a time it was just another back alley branching off Metro Street. Home to one of the best Burns Supper restaurants in all of Megacity. Also home to a flourishing and proud Irish and Scottish population. Since time immemorial, Morris Street has been alive and kicking. As time went on Morris road remained a place of color, and unique culture. Highland Games events being held, as well as some very wicked games of Hurling, Bulldog and Camogie.

But it'd be several centuries later, in the time of the Geonet, and the Megacity that it got really interesting. Morris Road continued to be a place of culture, but, had since fallen into a state of disrepair. Flanked now by four immense Corporate mini-enclaves, two from Gellar Energies, another from Julion Enterprises and the last by Breathe Right Medical Conglomerate. Morris Road and afew of it's surviving original buildings are now replaced with towering habblocks, apartment stacks, consumer blocks and corporate ad spaces.

Within these places and often enough above the semi-beautified road, in among the towers and concrete blocks, is a new and thriving group. Known as Sk8ters. Locally known as the "Jolly Moggies" remnants of the culturally unique and tight knit community of Morris Road.

Among them is an older man, Caelan Maxwell, not the oldest, but not quite a young sprig anymore either, unlike some of the kids that make up about 60% of the cell these days. Most of the old hands operating as teachers and elders. Caelan isn't quite there. He still goes on Runs, and takes jobs from the enclaves. Just not quite as fast as he used to be. He spends time patroling the outer reaches of the cell territory, making sure more belligerant cells don't make odds at the Moggies, or Corp tac-teams try and run them out.

Caelan thinks of himself as an inventor, for a very unfortunate reason, and because he thinks it's fun to make things that defy the cards he's been dealt. Taking scrap and salvage and turning it into something that can take him to new heights.

Cybernetics: Except for a very basic Mk.1 Zilodix Cyberlink, Caelan has no other cybernetics or implants.

Weapons/Tools:

Tesla Corp. Mk.4 Electro-caster {Jail Broken} - A civilian version, easy to get, easy to use, quite legal, stun gun, using ion caster technology to throw a pair of differing charge ion beams and then firing a high voltage beam of electricity along the beams. Caelan's jail-broken version casts a much high power beam, where the civilian non jail broken version will put down an assailant for a few minutes long enough to get away, Caelans version will put out a street cop or riot geared Tac team member out for atleast a few hours, and even fry a low grade sec-bots internals.

Maxwell Ent. Climbing Gloves - One of Caelan's own inventions, mechanical powered climbing gloves that enhance his grip strength and reflexes. Large metal and plastic exo-skeletal gloves that he can slot over his hands and forearms, powered with a plasma battery allowing him to get atleast 7 hours of climbing time out of them. In a pinch they can be used like giant boxing gloves.

Maxwell Ent. Grapnel Gun - Another of Caelan's own creations. Mounted on a belt harness, with a 200 yard high tensile wire attached to a high grade spike that can punch into any material short of heavy armor. Allowing for secure traversal of long distances without the use of jump packs.

Maxwell Ent. Single Blade Light Shoes - Modified Keller brand hover boots. The light hover capabilities have been ramped up several orders of magnitude, taking the form of a single blue blade of hover energy. Caelan takes a kind of speed skate stance when in use, allowing him to move at high speeds on solid ground.

Likes: List some things your character likes
- The Dawn from on top of a sky scraper
- The feeling of danger and speed during a high speed run
- The Freedom felt when taking a long leap off a hab stack

Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
- Loss of culture and identity
- Lack of Freedom to do what he can for his family and friends
- The proliferation of the Corporate agenda

Quirks: Add some details that make your character unique! Can be an odd habit or just some information not revealed in the image or the backstory!
- Caelan is allergic to Augmetics and implantation. This was discovered as a youth when he went to have his data jack implanted. The surgery nearly cost him his hand. Removal of the data jack can't even occur without potentially costing his arm.
- Caelan's graffiti tag is a giant CM monograph with electrical symbols cascading off it
- Caelan has a love/hate relationship with the tech corps. Such is he pretends to have a illegal corp of his own which he calls well, "Maxwell Enterprises". And tacks it onto anything he comes up himself.

Places of Interest:

Caelan's Workshop - Located at the apex of one of the corp ad pillars with power supplied by several spliced in cables directly into the pillars power source. Cobbled together from salvaged flooring and bits of steel, wood and concrete that he carted up to the top of the pillar and then melded together. The three room building is somehow very well hidden among the blazing lights of the ad pillar, it's there that he tinkers away at his little inventions. And dabbles in his science.

Morris Road ground level - if not up on the roof tops, or on a delivery run or other job, Caelan can be found roaming up and down Morris Road ground level, people watching or shop lifting food and items from shops.

@TheNoCoKid Let me know if I need to change something boss.

The Conflict

As I have said before. Take your time.

No rush.

The title card (oops spoilers) will come when it's time.

Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

I have my own cell.

The Jolly Moggies of Morris Road off of Metro Street between four corpo enclaves/ branch offices.

EDIT: I may be putting abit of a scottish twist on my cell and charrie

Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

Yay another Sk8ter! I'm putting an older slightly aged Sk8ter together myself.

Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

@TheNoCoKid

Hey Boss, uh could we get like a normal code version of the CS template? Just make it a little easier to put things together?

Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

Reporting for duty!

The Conflict

The smoke cleared and the Canadian with the LMG slowly came back around. He jumped a bit to hear someone call, "Friendly coming in." He might be abit strung out. A fight might get anyone at that point. Hayden watched distantly as things were gathered. And it's only as the discussion about potential prisoners being released that he finally starts to move again.

Slowly at any rate.

He pulls the spent drum mag free from the top of the weapon. Hanging it from his harness carefully, then groping for a new mag, managing to find one of the 30 rounders before managing to get it on the gun. He watches then starts to move slowly. Out towards the courtyard. Shaking himself once outside, looking up into the afternoon sun. He took a deep breath then started to turn, looking about getting some bearing in the scrapyard of the courtyard. Cages, real and makeshift. Some of them with piles of...well what looks like rotting flesh. Could be animal, could be human. Red pools of something dry and sticky. Hair and cloth sitting within them. Hayden makes his way towards the raised dais and the throne of scrap the woman had been sitting upon when they first met her. He stomps up there and puts a hand on the throne. Standing up there for a time just staring at it. And then a crash as he hurls the great thing down the stairs to the ground, one of the arm rests bending wickedly. He growls, "We are not the same, you sick twisted bitch!" He snarls and spits down on the throne, "You go to hell. I'll go to fucking purgatory. And while you burn, I'll rest in the cold neutral dark. Burn and waste away you disgusting hag!"

He's beginning to make his way towards the stairs, when he feels something catch his pants leg. He turns LMG at his hip, and looks down.

The shout he gives out, "Sean! Bethan! Kat!" When the other three join him, Hayden is throwing boards and pieces of scrap metal aside, buried under the pile are three large cages, within, about seventeen tired, but angry looking locals in one cage, and in the other two split between them are nine very abused tourists. Ranging from Brits, Canucks, Frenchmen, Scots and a pair of Germans. Looking tired, abused, beaten and very worse for their situation. One of the Canucks was the one to grab his pant leg, and it's that one a young man who's half hugging Hayden through the bars, babbling about the devil woman, "I got ya kid, I got ya. We're gonna get you guys out." He calls again, "Sean! Bethan, Kat! Come on, help me here!" He starts to hammer on the lock to one of the tourists cages with the hammer head end of his tomahawk. he looks over at his teammates, "We gotta get them out. They may not be an army but I'm not leaving them here!"

Meanwhile as the team work, several large SUVs roll into the area. Numbering twelve, each can sit atleast eight. Painted military black with tinted windows all around, looking to be quite well decked out. Maybe even armored. A few of them with a hatch atop them perhaps for someone to pop out and fire from within. It's all quite tidy as a para-military operation goes really. No markings on the SUVs give away who might be within. And through the fighting and the blockades they roll, in a few examples crashing through blockades like they're piles of paper clips rather then solids things found on the streets.

Still though Hayden works and finally with a crack he gets the first cage out, swinging the door open and starting to help the captives inside out of it, "Come on everybody come on, out quick and get out of the way."

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Death by....Freya

The night of the discussion

Everyone here getting smashed, and Freya sitting there on her second bottle of something strong, and just then feeling it. She grins around the room at the party. This is merc life. You make love and party and be merry because you never know if the next op will be your last. IF the next op will have that bullet, rocket or 30mm round with your name on it. It might be etched into the side reading HE or Frag, or traveling in the blink of an eye from 500 meters out from a big bore rifle.

So a merc will take their peace where they can. Drink and eat and party. If your lucky maybe abit of tail along the way who knows.

She stayed up until people started passing out. And by then Freya was buzzed, but not flat out drunk. So she helped those who weren't out of it cart everyone back to their rooms.

And only then did the giantess herself head to her room, grinning ear to ear, she loved these guys. Loved working with them, this is prime ass team in the end.

The Morning after...and she know it to

You need to be this hype for this scene

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVwlK2aXlvc&ab_channel=KerimGayretli

You always start the day off with breakfast. It's the way things go, even if you're hurting. Even if you're wondering why you did something stupid the night before. But the best way isn't hair of the dog. Sometimes it's just some grease and something good to eat.

Ahhh and maybe...a hit of something to take your mind off ALL of that.

It's almost like life started to play the music in their heads as soon as her door opened.

The suit is...a thing of beauty. A charcoal black, with silver and platinum colored threads stitched in here and there giving it a sheen and metallic quality. The upper part of the outfit is a blazer, with the metallic threads creating a V formation that brought all eyes to the fact that it's closed with only one button...near her navel...and there is nothing under the blazer. No bra, no shirt for modestys sake, naw this woman knows what she's doing, and what she's putting on show. There is tanned skin on display and precious, powerful skin indeed, it's for all eyes to look at and damn does she wear it well. Her form fills that blazer out incredibly well, making it less lewd and more, I'm in control here. It also helps the strut she puts on says power. Knowledge. And Wisdom. And she knows it too.

The lower part of the outfit is a flowing loose pair of slacks, flowing and billowy in fact, and cut in a way that abit of thigh shows through a cleverly opened window in the side of the pant leg. A hint of a black panty if she steps in a certain way. Those silver and platinum threads glint and call attention.

Dear god the woman knows exactly what she's doing, and she's doing it right. As she walks into the living area, she looks around, her hair done up to show off her intelligence while also saying "Behold your goddess!" Freya's make uped face, just enough to enhance but not over done gazes around the room, "Pilar came through over night. I have two official invitations to the party. Myself and a bodyguard." She says this with all the confidence in the world, "A case of Jotunnheim's newest projects will meet us on site, so I can regale the attendees with our progress." She grins, "I'll be able to keep their attention."

Before action brief

Freya sits, not quite primly and not at all trying to hide the fact her blazer is designed to show more and more cleavage when she's sitting over bending a little, it's like she designed it to say "Look here not anywhere else. All eyes on me." She smiles brightly at Skye, "As I said Pilar came through, we're in Skye. Legit tickets in, and atleast distantly Pavel may not remember about me throwing him through that class wall. the HR and PR rep he talked too in Vale didn't say anything anyway." She nods, hoping that means it's all green. She raises his cup of juice and sips at it, wondering what everyone else has.