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Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

-I did the big OOPS-

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

Also, I lied apparently. A small post before bed to appease the dark gods.

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

Halim

Halim knew a great deal about atmospheric reentry....In theory atleast. In practice? Less so, it seemed, if the still dull red glow of his Orbitals armor was any indication as it stumbled into an awkward landing some 50 meters away from an Aurora unit. "It was a lot easier in the simulations..." he moaned quietly to himself, checking the internal temperature readings, cockpit sitting 'comfortably' far above what was probably considered safe. His flight suit aided little in comforting him, beyond perhaps providing an air tight seal for which to stew in his own sweat. A part of him longed to open his cockpit bay, if only to relish in the feel of the chill that the wind might provide.

He pushed such thoughts away quickly. Orders were to maintain combat readiness and he doubted his comfort constituted an excuse from that. With a sigh he checked his readings again, confirming that no internal structures were at risk or damaged from the rather clumsy fall onto the planet. <<"BTF-unit AGL-001 reporting. Atmospheric reentry partially successful.">> He reported, wincing his orbital sagged awkwardly into the lose soil, throwing off his gait slightly. <<"Unit suffers no damage and will be combat ready in 30 sec-">> He begins, cutting himself off at the last moment to re-check his instruments. <<"50 seconds.">> He admits, finally, unable to hide the somewhat worried twinge to his voice.

He maintains radio silence for a few seconds, quietly counting to himself as he absorbed the reports from the overwatching units still airborne as he tried to will his overheat risk away. <<"BTF-Unit ALG-001 secondarily confirms Aurora's assessment Voyager. We are a negative on Target Adam and Eve.">> He reported happily, though with a seriousness that suggested that the joke had less flown over his head and more been lost somewhere back in orbit. The Casket takes a few shaky steps, awkwardly casting its gaze around the LZ for a few moments before his autocannon slammed into position, revving quickly to its idle speed as he settled in to cover the landing shuttle. <<" Stojanović are the heat signature's possibly geothermic activity? Could be an underground hot spring or something...">> He asked, remembering once having heard about how people would sometimes bathe in such things, though for the life of him he still could not figure out as to why.

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

Halim: What are you talking about? The BTF are wonderful and so generous! They even provide Kool-Aid. Atleast I think they do. People keep saying I've drank it so I guess it has to be!

On another note, might be tomorrow before I get a post up. Work and homework coming first and all.

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

Halim

Name: Halim
Gender: Male
Age: 24, chronologically older.
Appearance:

appearance

Personality: Halim is a sweetly tempered young man and very eager to please, to a decidedly unhealthy degree. If he's ever learned to say no to someone, he certainly has never exercised that skill. He doesn't seem to shy away from his past and often thinks people are a little strange when they react with horror or disgust about it. After all, the BTF was everything to him up to this point, why would they ever do anything to hurt him?

While he wont admit it, he is terrified of not being useful. So when he's behind the controls of an Orbital he falls into a strange zen like panic, anxiously jerking and flitting about the controls with a fevered grace that few can match. While always glad to help; he rarely accepts any amount of credit due to him, either thinking himself not really worthy of the praise or attributing it to the actions of another pilot. Largely, this seems to be a result of Halim considering himself not as a person, but as equipment.

Backstory: Halim was born among the Bratox Trade Flotilla(a politically independent fleet of trade vessels that had grown to dominate the trade routes through the asteroid belt between the inner and outer systems) to the non-critical renewable labor caste. Like most children in the BTF Halim was raised in the communal education centers, where in he was tirelessly drilled on the various jobs he could be asked to perform upon reaching reproductive viability as well as reminding them all for how thankful they should be to the BTF for providing them with their existence for only a nominal annual fee. Halim took to his lessons well showing exceptional aptitude in simulated Orbital operation and astronavigation. At 15, after passing his provisional exams, he was finally deemed competent enough to enter the BTF's labor force and was swiftly assigned to Field Asset Protection.

Halim considered the years he spent with Field Asset Protection to be very fulfilling, if perhaps a little dull. In theory, most F.A.P Orbital pilots where armed deterrents for piracy, but that never really held up with Halim's experience. Most pirates wouldn't bother with targeting BTF ships and what few that where dumb enough to try normally shot down long before they came within his weapon range. In truth most of the time was spent using his orbital to block or destroy potentially damaging debris from hitting any freighter he was escorting or racing through the belt at what were (for any other pilot than BTFs finest!) near suicidal speeds to do more of the same.

Halim would have been happy to remain like this until the day he was euthanized, but the Pandora Expedition put an end to that. He along with three other high performing pilots from the F.A.P where 'generously donated' to the project with shiny new Orbitals to match, though for what reason he did not know. Still, his was not a place to question and now, as he blinks the last vestiges of cryosleep from his eyes, he is eager to make himself useful to his new owners.
Skills:

Space Ace: Having lived his whole piloting career in space, Halim can fly in zero gravity and high orbit with a grace and speed that would impress even veteran pilots. More over, there is no pilot that could hope to match his pace in a debris field no matter their experience.

Astral Navigator: Halim is able to astronavigate, a somewhat outdated skill set given modern instrumentation and automated navigation computers. However, one never knows when instruments fail.

Absolute Loyalty: Halim is ready and willing to follow any order given to him to the letter with a happy smile! Neither fear nor ego cloud his judgement, making him an ideal wingman.

A Tool that Knows its Tools: Halim has never piloted an Orbital that wasn't a Casket. This familiarity makes him and other F.A.P pilots uniquely suited to handling their more finicky systems, even without instrumentation for aid. Additionally, he can diagnose issues with his Orbital from sound and feel alone.

Flaws:
Combat Novice: While Halim's piloting is certainly good, his combat experience is frankly laughable. He'll need a firm guiding hand and some time before he'll be considered a true combat pilot.

Space Case: Halim has some serious gaps in his knowledge base. He is barely able to read beyond a 5th grade level or perform math beyond firing calculations. He has no familiarity with any political or social norms beyond the BTFs.

Gravity!?: Halim has never been planet side, nor has he ever piloted within an atmosphere. Expect a radial display of under performance under such conditions.

Absolute Loyalty: Halim will HAPPILY follow ANY order given to him by those he perceives to own him. This includes the entire expedition currently. Even those who might abuse that power.

Equipment: He has a standard issue flight suit with helmet and a BTF uniform (pictured above). He owns nothing else, not even blankets or pillows for his bunk. Surely if he needed those things someone would have given them to him....right?

Casket

Model Number: Cerbain Security Corp model, CSC-37. Aka, The Casket.

Role: Deep Space Escort, Mid Range Variable Combat

Appearance: Halim's Casket is 20.6 meters tall with the stock 'Lunar Landing' paint option, and only can be differentiated from the other BTF provided Orbitals by the operator number on the shoulder.

Hider

Systems:
Cerbain Optimized Power Suite: Cerbain is noted for having a certain level of care for their customers...which is to say absolutely none at all. This power suite heavily optimizes weapon and defensive systems while effectively gutting life support, climate control, and all other 'none vital' systems to their barest minimums.

Shahmaran Thruster Suite MK 3.3: A highly tuned thruster suite exclusive to the Casket Series that priorities control and tight maneuvering over all else. Many old school pilots consider this suite, and this suite alone, to be the reason to get a casket and the latest version does NOT disappoint.
Weapons:
Persephone Shield Emitter Array: The one true piece of innovation to come standard with a Csc-37. The PSE is a fantastic defensive option for both the Orbital and its escort, allowing the pilot to form large and sturdy hard light barriers effective against both kinetic and energy weapons. However, due to its rather large energy demand, it cannot be run in concurrently with weapon systems.
Isurugi Heavy Industries 50mm Rotary Cannon: Mounted in the shoulder weapons compartment. A bog standard option.
X Corp Beam rifle: Mounted in Shoulder weapons compartment. A high intensity Beam rifle still in service at the time of the Caskets initial release. While many swear by this weapon, citing its excellent accuracy and energy efficiency, it has a noted lack of penetration or stopping power compared to more 'modern' beam weapons.
2x Cerbain TCK-B: Tactical Combat Knife-Beam Variant. A short cost effective beam weapon directly mounted to the upper arms, just before the wrist. While their cutting powered can't be argued, CQC with this Orbital has been noted to be more akin to fist fighting than anything else.
Manufacturing History: Cerbain Security Corp is an Orbital manufacture that believes in building BY the numbers so they can build IN the numbers. They are less known for their innovation and more for their ability to field large orders of Orbitals quickly and inexpensively without compromising on (reasonable) quality. They have, and always will be, leaders in making infantry fodder machines, thus why their most famous series ended up with the nick name "The Casket".
Still, the 37 does its job and damned if it doesn't do it well, able to fill any role within a team and provide a slight defensive edge.
Weaknesses: Like many previous entries in the Casket series, lack of specialization and an over focus on economy HURTS this Orbital more than anything. It also suffers from having to commit to going on the offensive or defensive, unable to spare the energy for both DESPITE having its none critical systems gutted. A less talked about, but still present, issue is the shoulder mount being the only platform for body mounted weapons and creating a blindspot on the pilots left side.

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

Halim

Name: Halim
Gender: Male
Age: 24, chronologically older.
Appearance:

appearance

Personality: Halim is a sweetly tempered young man and very eager to please, to a decidedly unhealthy degree. If he's ever learned to say no to someone, he certainly has never exercised that skill. He doesn't seem to shy away from his past and often thinks people are a little strange when they react with horror or disgust about it. After all, the BTF was everything to him up to this point, why would they ever do anything to hurt him?

While he wont admit it, he is terrified of not being useful. So when he's behind the controls of an Orbital he falls into a strange zen like panic, anxiously jerking and flitting about the controls with a fevered grace that few can match. While always glad to help; he rarely accepts any amount of credit due to him, either thinking himself not really worthy of the praise or attributing it to the actions of another pilot. Largely, this seems to be a result of Halim considering himself not as a person, but as equipment.

Backstory: Halim was born among the Bratox Trade Flotilla(a politically independent fleet of trade vessels that had grown to dominate the trade routes through the asteroid belt between the inner and outer systems) to the non-critical renewable labor caste. Like most children in the BTF Halim was raised in the communal education centers, where in he was tirelessly drilled on the various jobs he could be asked to perform upon reaching reproductive viability as well as reminding them all for how thankful they should be to the BTF for providing them with their existence for only a nominal annual fee. Halim took to his lessons well showing exceptional aptitude in simulated Orbital operation and astronavigation. At 15, after passing his provisional exams, he was finally deemed competent enough to enter the BTF's labor force and was swiftly assigned to Field Asset Protection.

Halim considered the years he spent with Field Asset Protection to be very fulfilling, if perhaps a little dull. In theory, most F.A.P Orbital pilots where armed deterrents for piracy, but that never really held up with Halim's experience. Most pirates wouldn't bother with targeting BTF ships and what few that where dumb enough to try normally shot down long before they came within his weapon range. In truth most of the time was spent using his orbital to block or destroy potentially damaging debris from hitting any freighter he was escorting or racing through the belt at what were (for any other pilot than BTFs finest!) near suicidal speeds to do more of the same.

Halim would have been happy to remain like this until the day he was euthanized, but the Pandora Expedition put an end to that. He along with three other high performing pilots from the F.A.P where 'generously donated' to the project with shiny new Orbitals to match, though for what reason he did not know. Still, his was not a place to question and now, as he blinks the last vestiges of cryosleep from his eyes, he is eager to make himself useful to his new owners.
Skills:

Space Ace: Having lived his whole piloting career in space, Halim can fly in zero gravity and high orbit with a grace and speed that would impress even veteran pilots. More over, there is no pilot that could hope to match his pace in a debris field no matter their experience.

Astral Navigator: Halim is able to astronavigate, a somewhat outdated skill set given modern instrumentation and automated navigation computers. However, one never knows when instruments fail.

Absolute Loyalty: Halim is ready and willing to follow any order given to him to the letter with a happy smile! Neither fear nor ego cloud his judgement, making him an ideal wingman.

A Tool that Knows its Tools: Halim has never piloted an Orbital that wasn't a Casket. This familiarity makes him and other F.A.P pilots uniquely suited to handling their more finicky systems, even without instrumentation for aid. Additionally, he can diagnose issues with his Orbital from sound and feel alone.

Flaws:
Combat Novice: While Halim's piloting is certainly good, his combat experience is frankly laughable. He'll need a firm guiding hand and some time before he'll be considered a true combat pilot.

Space Case: Halim has some serious gaps in his knowledge base. He is barely able to read beyond a 5th grade level or perform math beyond firing calculations. He has no familiarity with any political or social norms beyond the BTFs.

Gravity!?: Halim has never been planet side, nor has he ever piloted within an atmosphere. Expect a radial display of under performance under such conditions.

Absolute Loyalty: Halim will HAPPILY follow ANY order given to him by those he perceives to own him. This includes the entire expedition currently. Even those who might abuse that power.

Equipment: He has a standard issue flight suit with helmet and a BTF uniform (pictured above). He owns nothing else, not even blankets or pillows for his bunk. Surely if he needed those things someone would have given them to him....right?

Casket

Model Number: Cerbain Security Corp model, CSC-37. Aka, The Casket.

Role: Deep Space Escort, Mid Range Variable Combat

Appearance: Halim's Casket is 20.6 meters tall with the stock 'Lunar Landing' paint option, and only can be differentiated from the other BTF provided Orbitals by the operator number on the shoulder.

Hider

Systems:
Cerbain Optimized Power Suite: Cerbain is noted for having a certain level of care for their customers...which is to say absolutely none at all. This power suite heavily optimizes weapon and defensive systems while effectively gutting life support, climate control, and all other 'none vital' systems to their barest minimums.

Shahmaran Thruster Suite MK 3.3: A highly tuned thruster suite exclusive to the Casket Series that priorities control and tight maneuvering over all else. Many old school pilots consider this suite, and this suite alone, to be the reason to get a casket and the latest version does NOT disappoint.
Weapons:
Persephone Shield Emitter Array: The one true piece of innovation to come standard with a Csc-37. The PSE is a fantastic defensive option for both the Orbital and its escort, allowing the pilot to form large and sturdy hard light barriers effective against both kinetic and energy weapons. However, due to its rather large energy demand, it cannot be run in concurrently with weapon systems.
Isurugi Heavy Industries 50mm Rotary Cannon: Mounted in the shoulder weapons compartment. A bog standard option.
X Corp Beam rifle: Mounted in Shoulder weapons compartment. A high intensity Beam rifle still in service at the time of the Caskets initial release. While many swear by this weapon, citing its excellent accuracy and energy efficiency, it has a noted lack of penetration or stopping power compared to more 'modern' beam weapons.
2x Cerbain TCK-B: Tactical Combat Knife-Beam Variant. A short cost effective beam weapon directly mounted to the upper arms, just before the wrist. While their cutting powered can't be argued, CQC with this Orbital has been noted to be more akin to fist fighting than anything else.
Manufacturing History: Cerbain Security Corp is an Orbital manufacture that believes in building BY the numbers so they can build IN the numbers. They are less known for their innovation and more for their ability to field large orders of Orbitals quickly and inexpensively without compromising on (reasonable) quality. They have, and always will be, leaders in making infantry fodder machines, thus why their most famous series ended up with the nick name "The Casket".
Still, the 37 does its job and damned if it doesn't do it well, able to fill any role within a team and provide a slight defensive edge.
Weaknesses: Like many previous entries in the Casket series, lack of specialization and an over focus on economy HURTS this Orbital more than anything. It also suffers from having to commit to going on the offensive or defensive, unable to spare the energy for both DESPITE having its none critical systems gutted. A less talked about, but still present, issue is the shoulder mount being the only platform for body mounted weapons and creating a blindspot on the pilots left side.

I am very tired and this took a great deal of time. But...have a very soft boi if you all are still accepting. Let me know if there are any issues you want me to change.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Gillian

Meanwhile, back at the castle, Gill managed to finally tear his eyes away from the...frankly distressing wealth the room had on offer to spare an odd glace at her highness. Fireheart was...well, not pornographic as such. Saucy, to be sure. But frustratingly flighty on the whole copulation front of things for his taste. That said, it was definitely not something he'd expected someone from high society to have read, much less use as a clumsy conversation starter.

"She's just survived an assassination attempt." the distant part of his mind that oversaw his rarely used sense of TACT reminded. "Makes sense she wants to do something better than wallow in fear of a second attempt."

Inwardly, Gillian groaned with a deep despair, regretting he had elected to stay with the Princess instead of braving his chances in the tomb. A coup he could handle. A necromancer? Harder, but he was a Living Reliquary and so was probably well suited to the task. But being a comforting presence to literally anyone with a pulse (or without as the case may be)?

Not. His. Wheel house.

Still, it was probably a job best left to him. Indrau was...well, Gill was pretty sure the Crippled Lion didn't fear much. Too pragmatic like that. With a soft sigh he spoke. "I have..." He said, keeping the timbre of his voice calm and even as he drew a chair from the desk, sitting opposite from the Princess while keeping the balcony within his eye line. "I like how supportive Johana was of Keldi, despite the lack of reciprocation on her part." He said, huffing perhaps a little over dramatically, hoping his feigned ease would relax the girl.

"Frankly it's annoying that the story ended with Keldi and Tri marrying just because she had the nerve to challenge first! I mean, Tri came in...what? Two third's of the way into the book? Just after Chorus of Ingvarr." He added, one arm gesturing wildly (albiet with more care than the grotesque limb ought to be capable of) about the room."We went from a jaunty tune about breasts to a sulky raven haired thug stealing Keldi away from her first real friend. Whiplash doesn't even begin to describe it!" He groaned loudly, running his hands through his hair as he looked to the ceiling, as if it might offer some divine explanation.

As he dragged his hands down his face he glanced at the Princess, hoping he wasn't over selling the act. His fellow Knights probably already knew that, but this wasn't really for them. If she found a little comfort in him making an ass of himself...well, he'd done worse things with his time.

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Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Nehir

Nehir could less see Sophie's discomfort than hear it. The soft creak of her metal gauntlets against the leather of her reigns as much a signal for her agitation as the grumbled swears. He didn't say anything to comfort the Sword, doubting his ability to put her at ease with the situation. She didn't sound eager in the least, which was a good sign as far as Nehir was concerned. An outraged Sword was deadly at worst, and Sophie far more so than most. "If they are then I want to make sure you hit them first." He said flatly as his thumb circled a rune on his staff. "We can't be totally sure of Nefrena's experience in combat. I know its frustrating but this is just to make sure the party is as safe as possible for now." He continued, hoping that would atleast help the human calm a little.

As Neffy broke from the treeline Nehir felt his body tense for a moment; magic swirling up from within before being squashed back down, a small drizzle of freezing air escaping his lungs as he stopped the half finished spell when he realized she wasn't running for her life. The walk to the camp was silent but thankfully short. Most of them already knew what to expect, but investigating the site was part of the job. It was...as bad as he had expected honestly. Nehir felt a shiver run up his spine, less from the morbidity of the camps state and more from just how mundane the sight had felt for a moment.

Nehir hovered a hand over the fire pit, careful not to touch the cooking equipment for a variety of reasons. "Still some warmth to it." He said as he shook the radiant heat from his hands. "Probably got hit last night if I had to wager a guess...Poor folks deserved better..."
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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Gillian

"Attention span of may flies those two I swear..." Gill grumbled to the Princess as he watched Tyaethe drill into a recruit....Verbally. He'd not stepped away from the princess since the first shot was fired, his eyes darting about as he tentatively dropped the warding spell. He kept himself practically glued to her side, not really trusting the Royal Guards not to have a traitor in their ranks. Unlikely, but still a possibility.

"Your highness.." He practically growled. "Perhaps it would be best if..." He sighs, feeling no mood for pleasantries. "Oh Reon's tits with it. You got personal bodyguards right? Call 'em over. I'm escorting you back to your room and I want people you trust." He huffs, crossing his arms as he looked at the Nem in question. There was something...familiar with her posture. A desperate clawing fear that he wasn't sure he was imagining or not. Part of him wanted to go over and aid in the interrogation, not really trusting some of the knights to not press the nem so hard she broke. But the Princesses safety took priority.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Nehir

Nehir grunted as Neffy spoke, eyes calmly looking over the barren path, the weight of his companion resting behind him. Sharing a horse was....economical. Though admittedly at this point, his back ached for some sort of support that did not reflexively drift away. "Yes. They should..." He said, his frame dipping low for a moment as he hefted his staff from its sheath on the saddle. His thumbs traced lightly over the runes carved in the brass, feeling the faint cold as he brought portions of a spell to life.

He turned around, or atleast as best as one can while ridding a horse, before switching to Nemmish. "I'm going to slow the group down to a half trot." He said in a soft sweet tone, borrowing a tactic he'd seen other adventurers use and pretending to be a spouse in mid assurance. While Velmet and Raphael practically screamed combatants; He, Mellifleur, and Neffy were more or less armed like normal travelers. The tactic wasn't exactly...well, typical of the noble adventurer image. But Nehir had heard too many stories of mages in the guild turning an ambush into a one sided slaughter because they were written off as being less dangerous than the big people with a sword.

"Hop off and head into the tree line on the left. About ten feet in and stay twenty ahead of us. Any further and you're in my blast radius." He continued sweetly, though fixing Neffy with a deadly serious look at the last part."If you see anything break back to the road and let us handle it, ok?" He finished, tutting slightly and gently slapping his heels against the horse; trusting Neffy to dismount on her own as he pulled to the front of the group and slowed their pace.
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