DarkStar

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

@boomlover
Oh God, I'm so dead. XD**

Just kidding :b

@DarkStar
This is German and I don't know what this means.**

@WilsonTurner

It's called google translate. :p

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

My grammar nazi has awoken.

Entfernen Sie die Grammatik incompents von meinem Anblick

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Man it's sad that Ed Died.

D:

KILL THE FUCKERS!

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Sarah took comfort in the people she trusted. That being she never really had anyone to trust. Very little got in the way between her and those few people. Hence the multiple suicide runs she took to "Save", them. No matter how much it pissed off her CO Cecilia. She smiled as she was pried off of Richard and looked up grinning like a four year old who just got some candy. "Nope. You know me, I went off on an epic quest. Braved the high seas, fought pirates and took down a dictator or two!", the funny thing is with her it was not only near impossible to tell if she was lying, but knowing her it probably wasn't far from the truth. If a little embellished. "I got bored...", she chuckled before she stared down Cecilia in near agony withholding herself. When she was asked the question she grinned, "Indeed, Yas darlink, It was terrible!", She gave a goofy smile. "I missed you", she gave her a small pat on the back and then manhandled her anyway. "We need booze!", as they left she waved to Richard. "Bai!", on the way as usual it took a small tactical nuke to shut her up. Then quite the few shots of vodka to act as a tranquillizer. She scribbled the name of the chairman of the OSU on a post it, licked it and smacked it on Cecilias forehead. Then as usual shanghaied as many people as possible into the game. Drinking and laughing before a ear shattering boom echoed. A security alert shot through her implants as the bartender fumbled with the remote. There has been an attack on the FRAME manufacturer Cradle Dynamics, authorities are advising civilians to stay out of areas three and four, DOWN WITH THE LIES OF THE SL!., her smile dropped as she looked to Cecilia as she in turn looked at the rest of the crew. A rumbling came and shook the glasses on the bar, BOOOM!....KABOOOM! She had a sick looking grin on her face. "FOR VALOUR!", she shouted as she heard her CO speak. "KILL THE FUCKERS!", she jumped over the table. Not waiting for the others to leave and bolted out the door, kind of looking like a rabid dog. Her ears picking up her CO telling Richard they were on the way. She still had the name Sarah Duncan slapped on her forehead. She really was that non-observant.

Her haste to get to the Samigina paid off. She arrived moments before the rest of the crew and had already strapped in by the time everyone had gotten to the hanger. Her damn engineer however had not finished servicing her power distributor. She was hailing a stream of expletives, most of which would be unknown to SL ears as she switched to her home language when really, really pissed. It was always known though she wasn't angry with the engineer. She knew he was doing what he could. She jumped out and nearly rammed the poor guy out the way. He chuckled, closed his eyes and shook his head. Knowing she was going to pull some crazy bull. And that she did. She ripped out a load of wires and bypassed systems she didn't see as important. Power stabilizers. Naaah... Failsafes...Boring....She heard a nasty electrical sparking as the power welded it together and then grinned wide as the winding of servos told her Mr. Bubbles was online. "Mr. B!", She shouted and clambered back into him. Running some last minute tests. "Diagnostics!", she shouted. Trying to hurry up as she didn't want to miss the battle. She didn't much care about Cradle, she wanted to be the one to get the first points on the scoreboard. Yes...She had a damn scoreboard.... Systems check.....servos Normal...Visuals Normal...Power levels....57% output..., "God damnit!", She shouted and realised she didn't have time to make anymore alterations and ejected her FRAME from the Samigina. Landing and then pelting herself at full speed to Cradle. "Operation time?" 46% reduction, she grumbled.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Damnit

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

So I assume Miss Marlene is a long time pilot?

Sarah is definitely going to get the high ground on her. Sneak attack bitches!

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Ah. I see. If windicator or WilsonTurner haven't posted by tonight I'll make another post.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

23mm? Will cut through it like chainsaw through log.

About 2 seconds with a one-inch diameter lance at about 150 PSI if the material can rust (scrapping titanium is particularly hilarious).
-If it gets into the cabin, there's going to be a lot of smoke to deal with.

Main limiting issue irl is that standard rod-sizes limit cutting-rate, but this is the technique used when it comes time to scrap an M1 Abrams.

Practical application: RAMMING ALWAYS WORKS (once)
-For which, the thicker-skinned MP21-AC is superior, will not get dent or ding when fist goes through bolshivesk Zaruga torso. LBG-22 will get knocked around like small-child wrapped in bubble-wrap.

I'm not sure what picking-up a car or disabled mech and thowing it would do... but I'm sure it would require an unencumbered Frame.

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Edit: and before I forget, I'm probably going to introduce my character during the transfer of the cargo.

@Foster

God. Fucking damnit Foster.

...Just below the hand, on the wrist. Best mounting place.

Edit:

Is there a posting order or what? :p

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Sarah sighed softly. It had been a long road from the OSU to the SL. As well as a difficult one. Having to obtain many, many false documents to get over the border and spend the little money she had to do so. It wasn't the issue of getting the approval of the SL to stay. It was getting out of the OSU. The country was locked up tighter than the vaults of Cradle Dynamics. That she knew of course. In her long years at her fathers company she had seen more stolen designs, machines and parts than actual innovation. The kind of thing known by all and spoken by none for fear of being accused of treason, sent to the gulags and never been seen or heard from again. So it bothered her little that she missed the fun stealing from them. It was probably just Cradle wanting some stolen technology back. She looked at her lighter. One of the few things she had kept from her old life. A standard military issue lighter, rugged and well worn from years of use. Then to her cigarette pack. Borhaben. My god, to know what she had to do to get that brand here. It was reserved for the upper echelons of the union, the black market price almost put it at 20 credits a pack. It was worth it though. Nothing was as harsh and lung blackening enough here in the SL. She looked down from her perch on the roof garden and wondered when, if, the Samigina would land to unload it's repatriated cargo. Lifting the smoke to her lips she savoured it before lighting. Taking each puff deeply before putting her hands back behind her. Theep, theep, theep. New message, a soft masculine Osbanian voice echoed. The Samigina has landed in sector 12, section 2 of the city. Long live Osbania!", she mouthed the words softly in time before slipping off the roof, merely falling backwards to the porch below and repeated so till she hit the ground.

She pinged the cigarette away after pulling the last desperate drag from it as all Osbanians did, no filter you see. She softly closed her eyes and a visual map of where she needed to be appeared before she walked off in the direction of the Samigina. Theep, Theep, Theep, One new message, Valantino the Third, Deleted. The false states shall fall!", once again she mouthed the post script added to all messages she received and proceeded through the city. Getting the odd look repeatedly from the denizens, who usually eyed her with suspicion. It was quite obvious where she was from. She just cocked her head and smiled at them as she continued. Taking the odd shortcut here and there before biting her lip as she turned the corner to the central cargo station and moved to find the rest of the crew. She was usually dressed in loose fitting clothes, however had recently decided to dress more like the locals. Showing herself off, feeling more suited to the freedom she gained leaving, a tight fitting jumpsuit she picked up a while back. She liked it a lot. The stupidly bright colours would be dazzling to most as it looked straight out a jackson pollock painting. She wandered a while. Taking in the sights as she usually did before she spotted a familiar face. It was Richard!, a wide grin spread across her face as she began to sprint almost silently to their position before she did a quick flip to gain forward momentum and glomped him hard. The short lassies face brimming with it's usual unnerving glee. She was the kind of person to take great pleasure in familiar faces. No matter how much they berated her, or chastised her. Or anything for that matter, if she knew you, you were her number one. Her bright red eyes looked up and as usual the fractal scarring around them distorted as her smile brimmed. She knew they were "off duty now", so she could get a way with a little more than usual. Not that she cared much for personal space even then.

It took her a few seconds to register the rest of the team. New faces? The lass had been away for quite some time it seemed. When she requested leave she was usually pretty dark. She'd respond to level one communiques only and this hadn't been that important. She brimmed a smile towards them, "Good afternoon!", she said with a manic glee, "I see fresh meat for the grinder!", her eyes closed some as she cocked her head to look at the man in the black jacket. "I'm Sarah, resident communist", she gave a soft giggle and once more proceeded to invade personal space and gave him a hard hug and repeated the same for the stupidly tall man beside him. The poor lassy dwarfed by the immense stature of him. But she cuddled just as hard before pulling back and began to eye up Cecilia, wondering if she would get away with trying it on her. Knowing by now not to mess with her mood. The poor girl biting her lip as she crunched in her mind the chances of being solidly destroyed for it. She hadn't seen her in a while and it could be seen in the young lassies posture that she really wanted, goodness it made her skin crawl. Seemingly almost in anime style to edge closer to her intended target. Yet never actually reach it.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

@AristoCan I begin posting now?