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XCOM: The Shape of Things to Come

I think I'll opt for starting out in a facility, preferrably with some other PCs.

Voltage Incident (a 40k Crossover)

Name: Mortem Fugiendo

Age: 456

Gender: Male

Species: Space Marine

Abilities: Standard space marine abilities, has cybernetics that allow him to project his voice without the use of a loudspeaker or external microphone. He also has considerable inquisitorial authority, being a Chaplain in the Deathwatch

Skills: Knows the entire Imperial Creed by heart, is a skilled duelist and marksman, and is absolutely fearless and faithful to the emperor.

Weapons and equipment(if any): a master-crafted crozius arcanum (one part badge of office, one part holy symbol/scepter, and three parts power maul) and a combi-bolter (bolter/bolter, so it's a double-barreled assault rifle) serve as his weapons. For his armor, he wears a suit of artificer power armor, a symbol of his rank as a chaplain.

Appearance(s):



From: Warhammer 40k

Other: As a Deathwatch Chaplain, Mortem holds plenty of authority, and serves as an attache' to Inquisitor Maximus, serving as a liaison between the inquisitor and the Ordo Xenos. Mortem also provides tactical advice, protection, and spiritual services to the inquisitor and anyone under his command.

XCOM: The Shape of Things to Come

I'd like to rescue someone, but I think nobody else is in Italy...

Then again, I never really mentioned where Basso stayed after the war, so I'll just place myself in America, since that seems to be the "hotspot" of this RP, so to speak.

To the Ends of Tamriel [An Elder Scrolls Roleplay]

Tormir looked like he really was going to crush Lysander's throat, before the point of a falchion came out of nowhere, coming to rest against the side of Tormir's neck. The giant man's eyes widened as his eyes rolled to his side to regard the sudden addition to the conversation. The men of his company also turned to face the new threat, but they did nothing yet, as they were sure any sudden moves would result in Tormir's bloody death.

"I hit port rarely enough as it is, I'm not going to have a boy choked to death in front of me the one night I'm here. Back off, Tolmir."

"Damn you, Hargjorn. I'l-"

"You'll what? With a yell, I can have thirty five men inside this tavern."

Tolmir released Lysander, walking back over to his men, who begrudgingly sheathed their weapons and returned to their drinks. Hargjorn looked to Lysander, his stern eyes looking the young thief over. He motioned for Lysander to join him at his table, along with two others, who were from his crew. One of them was a tall, muscular Redguard with one eye covered with a patch. The other was a fierce looking orc with a fishhook pierced through one of his lips (as a lip-piercing of sorts. The wound looked too neat to be an accident.) On top of their table was a stack of posters. With a glance, Lysander could see that they read:

SHIP FOR HIRE
ADVENTURING PARTIES WELCOME
INQUIRE WITH CAPTAIN HARGJORN THRICE-BATTERED

"You're lucky I was here, boy. I've been previously acquainted with Tolmir and his mercenaries. The only thing giant about him is his ego."

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

Herriman had him now. Mifune's sword went sailing across the arena, bouncing off the arena's fly limit barrier and coming to a stop against the arena's wall, the chain falling on top of it. When Mifune's claws came into contact with Herriman, the result wasn't pretty. Mifune's katana was enchanted, masterfully tempered with a diamond blade. His claws, however, were just that. Claws of keratin, untempered, unenchanted, mundane. Not only was Mifune trying to put his claws through a neck guard of hard chitin, but there was also Herriman's primary protection, the armor field.

Irrevocably, and brutally, Mifune's claws would shatter against Herriman's protections, likely breaking his fingers as well with the speed he was going. The neck guard was ruined as fractures snaked across its surface. As Mifune impacted him from the side and they started falling, Herriman would try to spin, so rather than land on his back with Mifune on top, Herriman would try to land on his belly, with Mifune under him.

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

Well, let me just start by mentioning (again) that Heriman is not a human being. Sure, he was once, but he isn't anymore. Herriman doesn't need to recognize Mifune's attack. If there's a chain around your sword, and I throw that chain to the side, I know it's going to balls up your attack regardless of whatever you're trying to do.

Swinging your arm to the side is not an action that takes a lot of time, and there are many animals out in the world (insects, mostly) that can build up tension in their legs like it's nobody's business. Likewise, The sound of muscles rearranging is in no way an indicator of how long it takes someone to mutate. If it took Herriman five nanoseconds or five years, it'd still sound like cracking and squelching. It's not impossible. Let's not forget that the arm was already mutated (because, you know, it was a flail with an extendable chain, the muscle structures are already in place for that sort of thing.

Similarly, raising my sword arm isn't exactly a costly action either. I can swing my other arm and launch the chain while raising my sword-arm.

Unless of course, if what you're trying to tell me is that Mifune can kill Herriman from fifteen feet away before he could even have a chance to raise his arm to the side (just to put things into perspective, I'm a pretty out of shape guy, but I can swing my arm in front of my torso in a full arc in less than half a second, raise my arm from straight down at my side to pointing directly away from towards my side in less than .20 seconds).

drallinix said
. Realistically by the time Herriman got his arm to the side he would be stabbed .

Huh, looks like that IS what you're trying to tell me. I'm sorry, but I think it's my turn to call OP. If Mifune can pull his sword out of the ground, wrestle with the chain, and still maintain enough goddamn balance to perform a jumping stab attack before Herriman can swing his arm (a time of at most a FIFTH of a second), from fifteen feet away (from a crouching position with his sword embedded in the ground, might I repeat), that's absolutely ludicrous.

Voltage Incident (a 40k Crossover Interest check)

Can't wait. Since I'm playing Villain's Assistant here (woo go imperium!), what's the limit in terms of the kind of space marine I can play? Since I'm opposing all the other PCs, am I going to be more powerful than them individually, or what?

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

It's also not a small (or light) chain either. Since Herriman's forearm twisted to become the flail, the chain itself is as thick as his forearm. Fifteen feet of dense bone as thick as Herriman's muscled-up forearm is definitely not something that can be easily hefted around, especially when it's attached to the middle of the four foot sword you're trying to use with grace and finesse (or worse, as you'll find out in my post).

For the Gods! [RECRUITING]

Herriman saw Mifune begin to pick up speed in order to keep his sword in his hands, and smiled internally. He couldn't smile externally, since he'd lost that ability with his humanity. The chain link was still locked tightly around Mifune's blade, so Mifune would have even less control than he thought he could ever posess. The sound of tendons and muscles tightening signaled something else, and the chain started to build tension at the base, the arm that served as the flail bulging as the muscles rearranged themselves to make way for the tension being built.

As Mifune drew closer, Herriman swung the arm attached to Mifune's sword by the chain off to the side at a dramatic and extreme angle, the chain practically explosively detaching as it rocketed off to the side. If having a fifteen foot chain of mutated bone and chitn (which was the exact opposite of light) attached to your blade was bad enough, now that heavy chain was flying off to the side at breakneck speed. If Mifune would try to correct his blade's course, the chain would reverberate backwards towards him, striking him in the back at worst, or throwing off his aim in the other direction at best. Given the massive speeds at which Mifune was traveling, it would no doubt be difficult to correct his blade, since it would become a flat surface against all that wind resistance.

To take advantage of this no doubt unexpected ruination of his aim, Herriman merely turned his body so Mifune's blade (if it even hit) would strike at a 45 degree angle, enough to glance off of the extra protection he had placed there. To combine this angling of his body, Herriman also held out Setrak point-first once he was sure Mifune's velocity was irreversible, and waited.

XCOM: The Shape of Things to Come

Hey, I'm all for it. Plasma it is.