Caasicam

Breaking Point

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"Yup," Nova chirped, pivoting on her heels to fall into step beside Natalie, before adding, "I know, I'm surprised they actually let me off base too."

"Guess the guys running the simulators got the day off, so they couldn't strap me inside for the day," She joked. Well, mostly joked. It wasn't an entirely inaccurate description of the past few weeks. She had spent a considerable amount of time in the simulators for the past few weeks, though she had been behind the controls of an actual Arsenal Walker more than once in live drills. They had only been older training models, ones which could take the inevitable collisions involved, but even just that provided some much needed hands-on experience.

The majority of her simulator time had been with Warriors. Ostensive she would eventually get behind the controls of a Raptor, simulated or not, seeing as that was what she had been brought onto the program for to begin with. That was still a ways away, even so, she was looking forward to the airshow later today for pretty much that reason.

"Any idea where we can get a good view of the parade?" She asked her fellow pilot, glancing over.

Breaking Point

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Arsenal Walker pilot Nova Marcus gazed up at the morning sun above as her feet carried her along at their own accord. Well technically she was a pilot, it's what was on her identification card, even if she hadn't actually been issued her own Walker as of yet. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, she had been let off base for the day; free to attend the festivities.

It had only been a few short months since she'd been transferred to the Walker program, and even fewer in the Earth-side city of Horizon. Her time had been largely occupied by getting herself settled from the transfer, the majority of free time she had filled with training.

She had been let off base a few times, but was never really inclined to explore too far from it. The facility's myriad of corridors, hangars, and simulators bearing a strong resemblance to her city back home, giving it a sense of welcome familiarity. It was, she considered, far cry from the surroundings she found herself in now.

Walking around outside made her feel uneasy, particularly without the comforting enclosure of a full vac-suit, and it took conscious effort to stop herself from falling back on controlled breathing. This was only exasperated by the fact that the equatorial sun was, even diminished by an actual atmosphere, way hotter than it had any right to be. The oppressive heat warranted civvies as opposed to her full uniform, the shorts and tee making her feel unprotected and at the mercy of the elements.

Even so, it wasn't enough to put a damper on her mood, nor the excitement she felt in the early morning air.

As such, there was a slight bounce in her step as she made her way towards mainstreet, unwilling to miss the parade that was to start in that area. The majority of the crowd were civilians, looking just as eager as she was for the display, though up ahead she spotted a familiar mess of caramel-colored hair.

"Natalie!" She called, recalling the pilot's name. Nova had spoken to her when Natalie first transferred to Horizon, the both of them newly transferred to the base, taking a liking to the woman of similar engineering inclination. Nova waved as she approached.

@Norik

Breaking Point

Nova Marcus

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Female


Arsenal Walker Pilot/Second Lieutenant


Standing at about a meter seventy, though rarely reaches that as a result of less than ideal posture. Her build is slight enough to be somewhat obscured under her pilot’s uniform, moderately toned from an active lifestyle rather than any specific focus on form. Her features are angled, though smooth enough to prevent a sharp, gaunt look to them. Inky eyes peer out from her russet complexion, with dark freckles spreading out across her nose and cheeks. A mess of thick chin-length hair frames her face, stark white and silvery

A thin, pale scar traces down from her hairline to just above her left eye, and a similar scar runs along the underside of her forearm on the same side.


Laconic, though more quiet as a result of being more content to listen and watch than any sort of shy or antisocial tendencies. Quite the opposite, she prefers the company of others and tends to get antsy if left up to her own devices for too long. Enjoys testing herself, something which translates into a mild streak of competitiveness from time to time. Avid stargazer, prefers nighttime on Earth.


Intelligent and adaptive, great when thinking on her feet and works well under pressure; all traits which warranted her selection as a Walker pilot. As long as something’s got engines and a throttle, she can get it flying. While mechs the size of buildings aren’t exactly her forte, she’s catching on quick. Trained in combat


L7-S pistol. Federation Navy standard sidearm. Designed for use in zero-g and low gravity environments, works perfectly well in standard atmo at 1 g. Pilot’s kit and survival gear. A few extra personal tools.


Nova was born in the Lunar city of Tycho, one of the larger settlements on the Moon which had grown around a Federation naval base established in the location. Initially little more than a drydock and R&D facility, by the time her parents had arrived it was a thriving city in its own right, with a permanent population of nearly a million. Her father was an officer in the Navy, and her mother an engineer. Both extremely dedicated to their work, up to, and even after, her birth. This lead to a somewhat distant relationship with her folks from a young age, which they viewed as necessity rather than a disservice, and her early life was spent around all but strangers. Not that she minded all too much at that point, being fiercely independent.

Her father had retired from the service in her early teens, fostering a love of anything and everything that flew that she had inherited from both her parents. A combination of hard work for exemplary marks and a few strings pulled by her father got her accepted to the military academy a year early. She graduated with a degree in aerospace design, following in her still-absent mother’s footsteps, and was nearly completed training to be a navy pilot, specializing in deep space combat fighters, the same kind being developed at the military installation right in her home city. Her combination of qualifications on building and flying spacecraft landed her a position as a test pilot on the R&D department there, where she spent four years designing and flying the next generation of combat craft.

It was, of course, no surprise that she lept at the chance to pilot one of the Federation’s flagship pieces of technology. While her time in the cockpit of an Arsenal Walker, both real and simulated, was limited, the Raptor offered her a new challenge. She was only recently brought into the program, and transferred to the Earth-side city of Horizon, which has its own unique challenges for the Lunar-native.


Having lived nearly her entire life in the artificial and microgravity environments offworld, she can tend to be a bit clumsy on Earth. Has more experience flying in a vacuum than atmosphere, and the lack of freedom of motion leads to her alternating between piloting too cautiously, or forgetting and nearly ripping wings off of things.

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FAW-007[Ex IV]

Essentially a late model FAW-007[S] frame build from the ground up for use as a testbed for the experimental thruster pack which later evolved into the FAW-022. The thruster pack itself was deemed inefficient and the concept was abandoned in favor of the Raptor design, though the Walker still retains many of the secondary flight characteristics. The prototype was only used during controlled testing, though it is rated for combat. It only recently was pressed back into service.


Gallia


To decrease overall mass and allow for flight capabilities the Ex IV stands somewhat shorter than a normal Warrior frame at only 21 meters. The modifications work to cut as much excess weight as possible without moving too far out of standard Warrior operating parameters. The Walker makes heavy use of composites and alloys to further decrease weight, particularly for the chassis and armor.

Rather than the boxy, utilitarian design of a normal Warrior’s armor, whose reinforced plates are built to last, the Gallia’s armor is molded and aerodynamic in shape. Resembling the smooth shell of a high performance supercar, the unpainted white armor wraps around the limbs and chassis of the mech. The armor is a silicon carbide composite, with larger plates covering vital areas toughened by ablative black ceramic tiles arranged in an interlocking hexagonal pattern.

Air intakes are strategically placed around the machine, with the largest being sequenced pairs of triple intakes running down the torso. Twin short, ridge-like wings at an acute angle to one another run from the machine’s shoulders down to its hips. The control surfaces along their edges aiding in stabilization during high-speed maneuvers.

While the flight pack is no longer present, the maneuvering systems are still in place. Augmenting the standard thrusters are a system of solid fuel booster blocks to provide bursts of strategically placed speed, the kind that would be used to complete tight aerial acrobatics. The exhaust vents are inlaid with the armor to preserve the aerodynamic shape, and are positioned both to amplify the standard thrusters and additional movements. Given the nature of the fuel, the thrusters are only fired in short, intense bursts, and only have marginal impact on flat out speed. Expended fuel cells are ejected from the boosters when depleted, with new ones loaded from internal stores.

The Gallia is unpainted, and is primarily just the stark white and black of its armoring, broken up by the dull grey of base mechanics and orange of the inlaid boosters. Its right lower arm is of a different make, more rugged in appearance, and a dull grey color.


Though originally built to fit armaments for testing, the project never reached that stage, and weapon systems have only recently been added.

United Armaments XC-71 Carbine- Twin barrel 50mm bullpup rifle. Fed from a sheathed belt mechanism that leads directly into the right arm to reduce drag, the original limb replaced at the elbow with a dedicated version with the new loading system and ammo store. Loaded with HVAP rounds to penetrate most medium armoring. The belt feed can be detached and the compact rifle stowed on the Walker’s back. An undermounted side-loading launcher provides additional firepower, loaded with dumbfire HE grenades.

Federation Ballistics xK8(i)- A pair of wide, trapezoidal blades built into the top of the Gallia’s forearms. The blades are superheated to cut through armor, and divided into three sections along their length. Explosive bolts are able to sever each section, leaving it embedded in targets to continue to melt through armor and critical systems. Magazines of new blades are positioned on the Warrior’s hips.

Tajcorp S-3a Ballistics Shield- Downscaled Walker shield mounted on the Gallia’s left shoulder. Just large enough to cover the machine’s upper torso and head when viewed face-on. The ablative layering is durable enough to defend against most light and medium caliber AP rounds, while the underlying composite can take the brunt of most explosive attacks. The shield resembles a stretched hexagon, and the surface is slightly convex to improve protection.

Tycho Dynamics L44 Autocannons- Twin 20mm revolver cannons mounted on either side of the Warrior’s cranial unit as CIW systems. Fires HE rounds at a slightly lower rate of fire than standard rotary cannons, though with the benefits of reduced mass and complexity.

Kreuller Weapons Systems iLDS 6 Projector- An incendiary weapon for close range anti-armor and asset denial. Mounted on the underside of the left arm, fires a short range blast of thermite from a flattened barrel. Firing the weapon generates a huge amount of heat, and a heat sink must be ejected from the weapon after a few shots.


The Gallia’s lack of sustainable armor is its primary weakness, relying on the agility of the machine to avoid enemy fire. It can take a solid shot, but the ablative armor is designed to weather down over time, leaving it vulnerable to repeated hits in the same area.


Nova Marcus

Breaking Point (Mecha RPG)

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24


Female


Arsenal Walker Pilot/Second Lieutenant


Standing at about a meter seventy, though rarely reaches that as a result of less than ideal posture. Her build is slight enough to be somewhat obscured under her pilot’s uniform, moderately toned from an active lifestyle rather than any specific focus on form. Her features are angled, though smooth enough to prevent a sharp, gaunt look to them. Inky eyes peer out from her russet complexion, with dark freckles spreading out across her nose and cheeks. A mess of thick chin-length hair frames her face, stark white and silvery

A thin, pale scar traces down from her hairline to just above her left eye, and a similar scar runs along the underside of her forearm on the same side.


Laconic, though more quiet as a result of being more content to listen and watch than any sort of shy or antisocial tendencies. Quite the opposite, she prefers the company of others and tends to get antsy if left up to her own devices for too long. Enjoys testing herself, something which translates into a mild streak of competitiveness from time to time. Avid stargazer, prefers nighttime on Earth.


Intelligent and adaptive, great when thinking on her feet and works well under pressure; all traits which warranted her selection as a Walker pilot. As long as something’s got engines and a throttle, she can get it flying. While mechs the size of buildings aren’t exactly her forte, she’s catching on quick. Trained in combat


L7-S pistol. Federation Navy standard sidearm. Designed for use in zero-g and low gravity environments, works perfectly well in standard atmo at 1 g. Pilot’s kit and survival gear. A few extra personal tools.


Nova was born in the Lunar city of Tycho, one of the larger settlements on the Moon which had grown around a Federation naval base established in the location. Initially little more than a drydock and R&D facility, by the time her parents had arrived it was a thriving city in its own right, with a permanent population of nearly a million. Her father was an officer in the Navy, and her mother an engineer. Both extremely dedicated to their work, up to, and even after, her birth. This lead to a somewhat distant relationship with her folks from a young age, which they viewed as necessity rather than a disservice, and her early life was spent around all but strangers. Not that she minded all too much at that point, being fiercely independent.

Her father had retired from the service in her early teens, fostering a love of anything and everything that flew that she had inherited from both her parents. A combination of hard work for exemplary marks and a few strings pulled by her father got her accepted to the military academy a year early. She graduated with a degree in aerospace design, following in her still-absent mother’s footsteps, and was nearly completed training to be a navy pilot, specializing in deep space combat fighters, the same kind being developed at the military installation right in her home city. Her combination of qualifications on building and flying spacecraft landed her a position as a test pilot on the R&D department there, where she spent four years designing and flying the next generation of combat craft.

It was, of course, no surprise that she lept at the chance to pilot one of the Federation’s flagship pieces of technology. While her time in the cockpit of an Arsenal Walker, both real and simulated, was limited, the Raptor offered her a new challenge. She was only recently brought into the program, and transferred to the Earth-side city of Horizon, which has its own unique challenges for the Lunar-native.


Having lived nearly her entire life in the artificial and microgravity environments offworld, she can tend to be a bit clumsy on Earth. Has more experience flying in a vacuum than atmosphere, and the lack of freedom of motion leads to her alternating between piloting too cautiously, or forgetting and nearly ripping wings off of things.

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FAW-022


Carinae


Sleek, lithe, and very much the mechanical incarnate of the birds of prey the class of Arsenal Walkers were named after. In walker mode the Carinae has the same form as other Raptors, though the exterior plating has been slightly altered. The armor is comprised of flat plates that give it a faceted appearance. This, in addition to the saw-tooth pattern which some of the plates terminate to, greatly reduces the sensor signature of the vehicle, while still maintaining a comparable level of protection, however this comes at the cost of increased weight. The cranial unit has also been modified, the front end tapering to a trapezoidal end with a single blue sensor directly front. A secondary sensor sits above the first, further back. The while in its bipedal form the Raptor’s wings run in two pairs along its back, flanked by rows of thrusters, the engine ports inlaid with the surface of the paneling.

The craft has a broader, flatter silhouette than most Raptors while in fighter mode, with larger wing and control surfaces facilitating better maneuverability at dogfighting speeds, though at the expense of maximum achievable velocity.

The Arsenal Walker is an unpainted matte gray, with the blocky lettering and printed codes still visible from assembly.


Twin barrel 60 mm caseless autocannon, equivalent to a mech-sized rifle. Fires high velocity, low-caliber tungsten carbide rounds that are specialized in armor piercing via a detachable belt feed mechanism. In mech form this takes the shape of a compact bullpup rifle, the feed and ammo store located in the same arm. In jet mode it runs the bottom length of the fuselage, partially covered by body paneling, barrels located to the right of centerline.

Two 20 mm gatling guns, firing HE rounds for use in antipersonnel and point defense roles. They’re mounted on either side of the mech’s cranial unit in walker form, and just behind the canopy when in flight.

Able to carry up to eight long range air-to-air or air-to-ground missiles in covered munitions bays on the lower left and right of the hull, though the bays can fit nearly twice as many if smaller, short range missiles are used. Heavier missiles can be mounted to the underside of the wings, though this dramatically decreases the craft’s stealth capabilities and speed, in addition to preventing transformation to Walker mode until the warheads are fired.

A pared-down version of a Warrior’s standard heat blade is the Carinae’s only melee weapon.


As with all Raptors, it is lightly armored compared to most Arsenal Walkers, and has to rely on speed and agility to avoid damage. This, on top of its pilot’s relatively unfamiliarity to piloting anything with more than 0 legs can make life difficult for the mech and its pilot.


Nova Marcus

Breaking Point (Mecha RPG)

Can those of us who were involved in the original return with the same character?

@Claghorn Tull

afaik, yup

it's still a reboot, with a bit of a tone shift, but nothing really drastic.

Breaking Point (Mecha RPG)

can we play as spacenoids?

The Treasure of Emily Gray

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The loud one was speaking again, drowning out the ambiance from the spaceport and cutting through the sound of the corvette's engines warming up. Cutting through her head too jeeee-sus; indoor voices, maybe? Luna let her head roll back, listening with half an ear as he rattled on, before flinching as her dilated eyes caught the artificial lighting of the dock full-on.

A few emphatic blinks later and her vision cleared to the pilot still talking, which she took as an opportunity to give him a lazy once-over. A mess, and nearly as loud as he was. Who the hell wore a neon tie, of all things, anyway? Let alone in that getup, even on Saturn he stuck out. Here's to his ability to fly a ship being keener than his fashion sense. Hopefully he was just colorblind, though she wans't exactly reassured either way.

Finally he finished, Killchain or whatever, and Luna shouldered her bag to step around Sevro and Jin. "Alright blondie, you want guns, I can do guns," a ghost of a smile played across her lips as she walked past Killchain, "and better."

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The Treasure of Emily Gray

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Luna peered over Sevro's shoulder to glance at the datapad. She only caught parts of the newsfeed scrolling across the page, but it was enough to give her a general idea of who she was working with. Allllrighty then.

It took her a moment to realize that her proximity put her into the Addison lady's line of fire, and she took a step back. Not that she had something to be yelled at about, or anything. The person which had come to pick them up, she never did catch his name, provided a good means of escape, so Luna drifted sideways next to him.

"Not just the driver, huh? Coming along for this ride too?" She asked.

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The Treasure of Emily Gray

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oh god

Luna bolted upright, eyes wide, a wave of unease washing over her. It was nearly time to-

A metallic ping echoed by her leg, she felt her face flush. The sound left her ear ringing for minutes...? No, not right, too long.

It was nearly time to... her head was fuzzy, too loud to think, thoughts were hard to hold onto.

"Ow..." Mechanical precision asserted itself over her erratic heartbeat, sending a sharp jab of pain through her chest. The electronic pacemaker kicked her out of her reverie, and elicited a much more emphatic, "Ow!"

Luna blinked, frowning as the last bits of her confusion were whisked away and her head cleared. She glanced around, slowly piecing things back together. Room, rented. Right, Uranus, mining city. Had to find a place to stay.

Her eyes were drawn downward, a discarded pair of pliers were lying on the floor by her feet, a piece of jagged metal the size of her palm in their grasp. A tangled mess of wires hung from her thigh, a sight which was no less disconcerting than it sounded, that limb numb even from the artificial facsimile of sensations it offered because of the disconnected wiring. That, or as a result from the-now empty-syringe she realized she had been holding. Numbness was not something she'd been expecting from using it, but it wasn't entirely impossible.

Luna looked back down to her partially disassembled leg and events started to link together in sequence. She'd be shot in the leg, by what it was hard to say, she never did find the shell. Not on purpose, they were aiming for... someone else. A grenade had gone off, a piece of shrapnel lodged itself in her other leg and her arm. The real part of her arm; Luna felt the cold squeeze of a synthetic medwrap around it. She had been escorting supplies to an engineer, Hawthorn, the gunmen were after her; Luna had been caught in-between. Words quickly devolved into a firefight, she distinctly remembered Hawthorn not making through that in uh, one piece. Funny how certain detail stick.

How she ended up on some nearly backwater industrial platform was beginning to make sense. She'd stuck around Hawthorn's place after everyone else had cleared out, and the engineer had gotten a call from someone who wanted to make use of her talents. Given that the person in question wasn't going to be in any state to answer in this life, Luna had taken the liberty of covering for the permanently indisposed. A trader had gotten her to Uranus, where the contact had stated she'd meet someone to bring her up to speed on the finer details of the job. That was... a few days ago, maybe? Time was still strongly disregarding her attempts to pin it down.

Either way, consulting the worn holopad thrown on the bed next to her confirmed the whole finer details thing was going to happen in a few hours.

It only took a few minutes for her to pull herself back together, quite literally as her foot spasmed as she reconnected wires and sealed the prosthetic, and haphazardly shoving her tools back into her back. Her pistols holstered at her hips and rifle slung across her back accounting for the rest of things in this universe she could call her own, Luna exited the less-than-civilized housing complex and made for the nearby spaceport, absently thumbing her communicator. She opted to walk rather than take transportation, using the time to try and get it into her head that these people hired a one Felicity Hawthorn, and she didn't want to disappoint them in that regard.

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The Treasure of Emily Gray

Addison Corporation

Civil Task Force Eta

The Troye Darcy

The Troye Darcy

Ship Manufacturer: Naril Industries

Ship Designation: The Troye Darcy

Ship Class: Blockade Runner

Ship Size: 50 metres.

Ship Crew/Personnel:

• Pilot - Zack Killchain
• Copilot - Jin Kobayashi
• Weapons - Sevro Barca
• Engineering - Luna Blake
• Communications - Carly Kirkwood

Ship Armament: 40mm Caseless Plasma Cannon.

Ship Technologies: Anti-missle lasers, fuel efficent engine, twin cased engines.

Ship Appearance:


Other: It's a fast small ship for beating blockades who would of thought.