GreenGoat

Cardinal Rift

Eska

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The vines creaked, her body straining, as she put her entire being into pulling her longbow, the flower on the bow shaking gently as she ignored the pain in her shoulder. The usual stance, body bent forwards slightly, no thoughts of how and where to aim, because the arm already knows. An exhale, and the thick half inch arrow burst forwards.

The large centipede's head was impaled immediately, sticking it to a tree it was climbing. Tail swishing in excitement, Eska quickly moved in and hacked away the poisonous stingers on it. Pretty good catch, big enough for its segmented body to be divided as one meal per segment. Ah, she could already feel the chewy flesh within, encased with a crunchy shell. Holding up a hand, she uttered a silent prayer of thanks, as the arrow slowly grew tendrils and started to wrap up the still struggling insect.

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"You're back. Did you bring back something to eat?"

An odd figure greeted her as she arrived home, a small clearing near a base of a hill where a small shack stood under a huge yew tree. Or rather, the yew tree seemed to be standing on top of it, devouring the small structure with its roots. The dryad's face fell immediately when she saw the struggling wrapped up insect on Eska's back, the colorful flora on her head drooping slightly.

"Ugh, again? I want some real meat." The brown barked girl shifted her leafy hair away from her eyes as she poked at the insect. "Can't I eat that?"

Eska's eyes moved towards where the dryad was pointing, to the dead man hanging upside down on a makeshift rack, his slashed throat draining what little blood he had left.

"Ah, such greed." Sighing, Eska gave in to the needy dryad's demands. Taking the centipede off her back, she handed it over to the leafy headed dryad. "Mayhaps this centipede can wait a little longer. Jiko can take this into the house to smoke later."

It has been a while since another human had tried attacking her since she first arrived here. Was it anger? Lust? Greed? Whatever it was, he had tried surprising her with a club as she bathed in the river, before she had clawed open his belly and throat in a scuffle. She had the good luck of turning just as she noticed him too; a bit more to the left, and he would have clubbed her straight on the head. Her shoulder was still sore from that blow.

"Ah the belly is ruined... Maybe I'll use that for our lunch. Stew? Roasted?"

She worked quickly, harvesting the body of anything she could. Everything must be used, or at least, as much of it as possible. Considering her past experience with humans, she would need to have absolutely no connection with any human disappearance, no matter if she was in the wrong or not. They would likely try to make more trouble for her down the road if they even suspected she was involved with this person's death. The innards would be buried as an offering to the earth, save for a few choice pieces like the heart and kidney. The head would be roasted for Jiko, and what meat she cannot use today would be salted to be used later.

The clothes... well the clothes can probably be reused to make a pillow or something. After a good wash or three. It smelled like he slept on dung for a week straight.

Spirit Wielders!

Eatman

Medium

Name:Francoise K. Meriweather

Age:16

Normal Appearance:


Medium Appearance:

Her baseline appearance, which manifests a sword for her to use. No other notable improvements.

Channeling Appearance:


Channeling Abilities, Spells, Stats, etc:
There was not any particular spells when it came to her abilities. As with her own Spirit's ability, the first part of her ability was Consumption. With her and the spirit merged together, she too can eat almost everything that can go into her mouth, though slower considering she lacks the ability to devour anything larger than her mouth. Of course, this meant she was immune to any sort of material damage like radiation and poisoning, meaning she can eat poison, hazardous materials, and even that piece of meat left out on the counter on a hot summers day for 4 hours without even blinking. This also gives her the ability to literally chew her way through solid steel plates in mere seconds.

The second part was Development. With any material she has eaten, she can warp/manipulate them inside a body to anything she wished, to achieve the final part, Progress. Essentially, improvement of any body with the materials she had consumed. Depending on parts improved, a car will run better with less fuel, a gun will shoot stronger, a sword blade will be harder and sharper, etc. Because of the abilities' nature, this was not a spell that can be dispelled, because it affects the base directly rather than being an effect maintained constantly. In that meaning, it becomes an efficient ability, utilizing minimal energy to use. Different from simply summoning the spirit however, this form puts her in a massively durable state, featuring larger mechanical parts, and thicker plates to protect against attacks.

Grade:Year 4

Personality:A dreamy child moving along the world at her own pace, swimming slowly in the currents rather than make a splash or going against it. Forgetful, sleepy and clumsy, she was, at worse, an annoyance to even the most critical of eyes. Having a tendency to speak slowly, she wasn't the type to gain friends quickly or easily. The type to make sure everyone's bowl was full at a hot pot before filling their own bowl.

Background: An only child born to a single parent family, she struggles to make sure she never inconveniences her mother, making sure her hard working mother be as relaxed as possible when she returned from her job. Thus, she was never really available for playing with any friends, never really developed a deep friendship, and was very rarely available to go anywhere.

Other:

Spirits

Spirit Name: Demon. While she embodies an aspect of mankind, the names that could be used to describe her are numerous, thus Franboise just calls her the demon or variations thereof.

Spirit Classifications: Meta/Null

Spirit Personality: The embodiment of "Carpe Diem", hedonist and glutton, lustful and greedy, she wants for all, and reaches for everything. Nothing was beyond her tastes, and everything was taken in stride. No taboo was too much, no experience too out there. An aggresive character, who desires only to fulfill her own selfish desires, and damned the others. A person who thinks, "What is yours is mine, and what is mine, is mine," and defends jealously over what she considers to be hers. Has a rage unbounded, like a wildfire, fast, burning intensely, but yet can extinguish so quickly, that it seemed never to be there at all.

A dangerous spirit, foe or ally.

Spirit Appearance(Their True Form):


Sealed Appearance(Their disguised Form): A smaller form of herself, in the shape of a ball jointed doll with exquisite Japanese clothings. Other than the fine make of the doll, it does not have any other immediately distinguishable features. If she wished it, the demon can move the doll figure around freely, though that was of course, highly alarming, and rarely used in the presence of others.

Summoning Abilities and Stats:
A true demon, devouring everything that can and cannot fit in her mouth, almost like a vacuum. Can devour things much faster than one would think with her mouth, being able to chew solid steel like it was jelly. Her ability was simple, especially when broken down to three phases. Consumption, with which she devours any material, Development, with which she can warp/change or morph the materials to suit her needs, then Progression, with which she can improve a body of her choosing depending on what part she has developed. Very very often, she will use it to improve herself, becoming a whirlwind of massed forms and limbs the longer one fights her.

Spirit Charge: None.

Other Information: The sword itself is wickedly sharp, which she uses with skill.

Weakness and Limitations: While being Summoned, the spirit is an unholy abomination to fight, with explosive close range abilities that can overwhelm unprepared opponents, but leaving the medium less able to defend herself. While being channeled, the Medium gains a hefty durability boost, with a stronger physical parameter boost to the Medium, but less than what the Spirit can do, thus leaving her without a very strong attacking capability, as well as a means of consuming materials quickly. Both requires them to be able to devour something to make the fullest use of their ability. Being a single ability spirit/medium also meant they may not have the range of options a more spell casting type of spirit may have with their ability.

Contract:
It was an opulent feast. Food piled upon the table haphazardly, with obese men and women eating from it. On the raised dais, a horned woman held up her wide cup, shrouded in fine silks, her eyes burning with a terrible light as she regarded the small human before her. There was no words spoken, just a faint tilt of her head as her smile inviting the girl to partake in the feast.

There was no words, just that cloyingly pleasant music coming from somewhere in the room. The atmosphere was startlingly thick, the pressure of that demon's gaze and slight smile heavy on her, even the obese men and women sitting at the table starting to stare at her as well. She froze up, the demon's smile seemingly growing larger, her focus drawn to it, those sharp incisors, luscious lips, as if ready to devour her if she misspoke.

Breaking the silence, surprising even herself, Francoise spoke. "You... you're a demon, aren't you?"

It laughed, a feminine laugh that echoed through the feasting hall, echoed by those feasting at the table, echoed by the walls.

"I am the one that brings light to the dark. I am the one who brought dark to the light. I am death, I am life. I am the Devourer of Worlds, and its Saviour. You, child, I brought you here, for a pact, to fulfill your wish."

She cringed at her voice. There was an obviously evil aura about the demon, and with the horns, Francoise had no doubt in her mind that this wasn't a good entity.

"I know what you're thinking child." Francoise jerked suddenly, aware that she was now sitting beside the entity.There was a heady pleasant fragrance coming from her. "I must be evil, because I destroy, devour, and kill. Fu hu hu..."

"I am Progress. I am Innovation. I am Man's innate nature. Mankind is a part of me, as I am a part of mankind. Man devours all, to progress themselves. And you... you have a burning wish inside you do you not?"

"I.. I don't.."

Enveloped by the entity, its hand grasping hers, leaning in close as if sensing her weakness. "Your wish... can be fulfilled. I am..."

Cardinal Rift

Eska

ℂardinal ℝift

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ℙersonal 𝕀nformation

Name: Eska of Clan Emmeret
Age: 22
Race: Askhetan Tribal Beastman
Gender: Female.
Appearance: She's fairly short at around 5'4", skin fairly tanned by the sun, with a slight build that belies the power behind her muscles. Her hands sports wickedly sharp claws that could tear into fabric and flesh easily. Her teeth were sharper as well, with longer incisors. On top of her head was a black tipped bestial feline ears, matching the striped back and orange tail coming out of her tailbone. For those who knew of them and sees her undisguised, there would be no doubt that she belonged to the tiger beastmen of Askhet.

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𝕊o 𝕆n & 𝕊o 𝔽orth

Reputation: As a beastman, with ears and tail evident, she wouldn't be received too well. Whether it be superstition, racism, or just pure mistrust of the unknown, without covering who she was, it was likely she be, at best, shunned, or at worst, attacked, kidnapped or otherwise harmed. With her larger tiger ears covered, and her tail wrapped around her inside her skirt, she was but another face, passing through the streets with other faces. It was rare that she would ever approach a human settlement uncovered however, thus most would know of her as either that hunter that lives in the forest with the strange dress, odd but nothing really out of the ordinary for people that lived alone and in the woods.

Alignment: Neutral. She did not really have a stake in the current power struggle. Magic was magic and technology was technology. As long as they do not affect her directly, she did not really care one way or another. Coming from another place where the individual mattered more than the politics, she also do not view the problem the same way as those on Croania did.

Skills: As part of a tribe on Askhet, she was long used to doing many things. Survival in the wilds in general, tracking, hunting, leather making, rudimentary medicines with herbs and poultices, to even making salt from sea water. Her marksmanship with a bow and arrow was exemplary as well, especially considering the huge draw weight of her longbow.

Backstory: She grew up in Askhet, raised by Jeckeras of Clan Emmeret and Desira from Clan Mekhi. From her father, she learned how to survive, from her mother, she learned to work the materials she gathered. When she was but a bit older, she found a spirit, and formed a contract with it, becoming one of the shamans of the tribe, and was venerated for it. Young, and inexperienced however, she was only very rarely consulted by her tribesmen, and only then when it involved the crops.

Slowly, but surely however, she was learning how to take over the duties of a shaman, should the others not be available, and their trust in her skill slowly but surely grew.

It was unfortunate, that one day, she committed a taboo to the tribe, on that required her to be banished or executed. A single arrow, shot at a hind, catching instead the young scion of the chief as he moved in her line of sight. Disgraced, with her honor lost, she took up all her worldly possessions, and left. Procuring a small skiff from another tribe with exchanged favours, she sought out an island on which she may stay with an overly curious dryad tagging along, through which, after a series of misfortune, she found herself on Croania.

Miscellaneous: She carries a wide bladed iron sword, with a short handle and almost nonexistent handguard. It was heavier than most swords, weighted towards the blade. Primarily a tool rather than a weapon. Her bow was a seemingly a few strands of long vines twisted together tightly, almost as long as she was tall standing up. A white 5 petaled flower grows at the very tip of the bow. It was not a bow one could draw solely with the arm, requiring the use of one's back muscles as well. With sheer draw weight of its pull, very few longbowmen could even pull it to full draw. Anyone with a good eye would notice the bow was entirely made out of living plant, even the string.

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𝕄agic

Contract Gift: While possessing of no traditional gate the locals of Cronia would recognize, she can manipulate and develop any plant life around her. Because she was changing the plants directly, any changes made would not need to be maintained by a steady flow of energy, leading to her being able to build things like her bow, or furniture off of them.
Contract Sacrifice: To uphold the every wish of the Contractor, and to protect their domain whenever called upon.
Contract Restrictions: Never hunt more than what was needed, and to offer prayers of thanks for those that had given up their lives to feed yours.
Field: Her abilities only reach up to 10m around her.

Cardinal Rift

Eska

ℂardinal ℝift

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ℙersonal 𝕀nformation

Name: Eska of Clan Emmeret
Age: 22
Race: Askhetan Tribal Beastman
Gender: Female
Appearance: She's fairly short at around 5'4", skin fairly tanned by the sun, with a slight build that belies the power behind her muscles. Her hands sports wickedly sharp claws that could tear into fabric and flesh easily. Her teeth were sharper as well, with longer incisors. On top of her head was a black tipped bestial feline ears, matching the striped back and orange tail coming out of her tailbone. For those who knew of them and sees her undisguised, there would be no doubt that she belonged to the tiger beastmen of Askhet.

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𝕊o 𝕆n & 𝕊o 𝔽orth

Reputation: As a beastman, with ears and tail evident, she wouldn't be received too well. Whether it be superstition, racism, or just pure mistrust of the unknown, without covering who she was, it was likely she be, at best, shunned, or at worst, attacked, kidnapped or otherwise harmed. With her larger tiger ears covered, and her tail wrapped around her inside her skirt, she was but another face, passing through the streets with other faces. It was rare that she would ever approach a human settlement uncovered however, thus most would know of her as either that hunter that lives in the forest with the strange dress, odd but nothing really out of the ordinary for people that lived alone and in the woods.

Alignment: Neutral. She did not really have a stake in the current power struggle. Magic was magic and technology was technology. As long as they do not affect her directly, she did not really care one way or another. Coming from another place where the individual mattered more than the politics, she also do not view the problem the same way as those on Croania did.

Skills: As part of a tribe on Askhet, she was long used to doing many things. Survival in the wilds in general, tracking, hunting, leather making, rudimentary medicines with herbs and poultices, to even making salt from sea water. Her marksmanship with a bow and arrow was exemplary as well, especially considering the huge draw weight of her longbow.

Backstory: She grew up in Askhet, raised by Jeckeras of Clan Emmeret and Desira from Clan Mekhi. From her father, she learned how to survive, from her mother, she learned to work the materials she gathered. When she was but a bit older, she found a spirit, and formed a contract with it, becoming one of the shamans of the tribe, and was venerated for it. Young, and inexperienced however, she was only very rarely consulted by her tribesmen, and only then when it involved the crops.

Slowly, but surely however, she was learning how to take over the duties of a shaman, should the others not be available, and their trust in her skill slowly but surely grew.

It was unfortunate, that one day, she committed a taboo to the tribe, on that required her to be banished or executed. A single arrow, shot at a hind, catching instead the young scion of the chief as he moved in her line of sight. Disgraced, with her honor lost, she took up all her worldly possessions, and left. Procuring a small skiff from another tribe with exchanged favours, she sought out an island on which she may stay with an overly curious dryad tagging along, through which, after a series of misfortune, she found herself on Croania.

Miscellaneous: She carries a wide bladed iron sword, with a short handle and almost nonexistent handguard. It was heavier than most swords, weighted towards the blade. Primarily a tool rather than a weapon. Her bow was a seemingly a few strands of long vines twisted together tightly, almost as long as she was tall standing up. A white 5 petaled flower grows at the very tip of the bow. It was not a bow one could draw solely with the arm, requiring the use of one's back muscles as well. With sheer draw weight of its pull, very few longbowmen could even pull it to full draw. Anyone with a good eye would notice the bow was entirely made out of living plant, even the string.

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𝕄agic

Contract Gift: While possessing of no traditional gate the locals of Cronia would recognize, she can manipulate and develop any plant life around her. Because she was changing the plants directly, any changes made would not need to be maintained by a steady flow of energy, leading to her being able to build things like her bow, or furniture off of them.
Contract Sacrifice: To uphold the every wish of the Contractor, and to protect their domain whenever called upon.
Contract Restrictions: Never hunt more than what was needed, and to offer prayers of thanks for those that had given up their lives to feed yours.
Field: Her abilities only reach up to 10m around her.

Spirit Wielders! (A roleplay where you sell your soul for powers.)

Character Sheet

Medium

Name:Francoise K. Meriweather

Age:16

Normal Appearance:


Medium Appearance:

Her baseline appearance, which manifests a sword for her to use. No other notable improvements.

Channeling Appearance:


Channeling Abilities, Spells, Stats, etc:
There was not any particular spells when it came to her abilities. As with her own Spirit's ability, the first part of her ability was Consumption. With her and the spirit merged together, she too can eat almost everything that can go into her mouth, though slower considering she lacks the ability to devour anything larger than her mouth. Of course, this meant she was immune to any sort of material damage like radiation and poisoning, meaning she can eat poison, hazardous materials, and even that piece of meat left out on the counter on a hot summers day for 4 hours without even blinking. This also gives her the ability to literally chew her way through solid steel plates in mere seconds.

The second part was Development. With any material she has eaten, she can warp/manipulate them inside a body to anything she wished, to achieve the final part, Progress. Essentially, improvement of any body with the materials she had consumed. Depending on parts improved, a car will run better with less fuel, a gun will shoot stronger, a sword blade will be harder and sharper, etc. Because of the abilities' nature, this was not a spell that can be dispelled, because it affects the base directly rather than being an effect maintained constantly. In that meaning, it becomes an efficient ability, utilizing minimal energy to use. Different from simply summoning the spirit however, this form puts her in a massively durable state, featuring larger mechanical parts, and thicker plates to protect against attacks.

Grade:Year 4

Personality:A dreamy child moving along the world at her own pace, swimming slowly in the currents rather than make a splash or going against it. Forgetful, sleepy and clumsy, she was, at worse, an annoyance to even the most critical of eyes. Having a tendency to speak slowly, she wasn't the type to gain friends quickly or easily. The type to make sure everyone's bowl was full at a hot pot before filling their own bowl.

Background: An only child born to a single parent family, she struggles to make sure she never inconveniences her mother, making sure her hard working mother be as relaxed as possible when she returned from her job. Thus, she was never really available for playing with any friends, never really developed a deep friendship, and was very rarely available to go anywhere.

Other:

Spirits

Spirit Name: Demon. While she embodies an aspect of mankind, the names that could be used to describe her are numerous, thus Franboise just calls her the demon or variations thereof.

Spirit Classifications: Meta/Null

Spirit Personality: The embodiment of "Carpe Diem", hedonist and glutton, lustful and greedy, she wants for all, and reaches for everything. Nothing was beyond her tastes, and everything was taken in stride. No taboo was too much, no experience too out there. An aggresive character, who desires only to fulfill her own selfish desires, and damned the others. A person who thinks, "What is yours is mine, and what is mine, is mine," and defends jealously over what she considers to be hers. Has a rage unbounded, like a wildfire, fast, burning intensely, but yet can extinguish so quickly, that it seemed never to be there at all.

A dangerous spirit, foe or ally.

Spirit Appearance(Their True Form):


Sealed Appearance(Their disguised Form): A smaller form of herself, in the shape of a ball jointed doll with exquisite Japanese clothings. Other than the fine make of the doll, it does not have any other immediately distinguishable features. If she wished it, the demon can move the doll figure around freely, though that was of course, highly alarming, and rarely used in the presence of others.

Summoning Abilities and Stats:
A true demon, devouring everything that can and cannot fit in her mouth, almost like a vacuum. Can devour things much faster than one would think with her mouth, being able to chew solid steel like it was jelly. Her ability was simple, especially when broken down to three phases. Consumption, with which she devours any material, Development, with which she can warp/change or morph the materials to suit her needs, then Progression, with which she can improve a body of her choosing depending on what part she has developed. Very very often, she will use it to improve herself, becoming a whirlwind of massed forms and limbs the longer one fights her.

Spirit Charge: None.

Other Information: The sword itself is wickedly sharp, which she uses with skill.

Weakness and Limitations: While being Summoned, the spirit is an unholy abomination to fight, with explosive close range abilities that can overwhelm unprepared opponents, but leaving the medium less able to defend herself. While being channeled, the Medium gains a hefty durability boost, with a stronger physical parameter boost to the Medium, but less than what the Spirit can do, thus leaving her without a very strong attacking capability, as well as a means of consuming materials quickly. Both requires them to be able to devour something to make the fullest use of their ability. Being a single ability spirit/medium also meant they may not have the range of options a more spell casting type of spirit may have with their ability.

Contract:
It was an opulent feast. Food piled upon the table haphazardly, with obese men and women eating from it. On the raised dais, a horned woman held up her wide cup, shrouded in fine silks, her eyes burning with a terrible light as she regarded the small human before her. There was no words spoken, just a faint tilt of her head as her smile inviting the girl to partake in the feast.

There was no words, just that cloyingly pleasant music coming from somewhere in the room. The atmosphere was startlingly thick, the pressure of that demon's gaze and slight smile heavy on her, even the obese men and women sitting at the table starting to stare at her as well. She froze up, the demon's smile seemingly growing larger, her focus drawn to it, those sharp incisors, luscious lips, as if ready to devour her if she misspoke.

Breaking the silence, surprising even herself, Francoise spoke. "You... you're a demon, aren't you?"

It laughed, a feminine laugh that echoed through the feasting hall, echoed by those feasting at the table, echoed by the walls.

"I am the one that brings light to the dark. I am the one who brought dark to the light. I am death, I am life. I am the Devourer of Worlds, and its Saviour. You, child, I brought you here, for a pact, to fulfill your wish."

She cringed at her voice. There was an obviously evil aura about the demon, and with the horns, Francoise had no doubt in her mind that this wasn't a good entity.

"I know what you're thinking child." Francoise jerked suddenly, aware that she was now sitting beside the entity.There was a heady pleasant fragrance coming from her. "I must be evil, because I destroy, devour, and kill. Fu hu hu..."

"I am Progress. I am Innovation. I am Man's innate nature. Mankind is a part of me, as I am a part of mankind. Man devours all, to progress themselves. And you... you have a burning wish inside you do you not?"

"I.. I don't.."

Enveloped by the entity, its hand grasping hers, leaning in close as if sensing her weakness. "Your wish... can be fulfilled. I am..."

Cardinal Rift - A Fantasy/Sci-fi adventure! [STILL RECRUITING]

yes hello this looks interesting.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

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"..."

Their best option was climbing up the ridge instead of going around the mountain it would seem. Or perhaps backtracking entirely around to another path. Her own flagging stamina was of no issue; she will handle that herself. But the rest of the party was her concern. They may not have the will nor the supplies to make it through more of travelling.

"I am no carpenter, nor do we have tools. To make a sturdy enough bridge to hold the cart and horses, may take a while even if we can fell the trees. But who among us can work wood?" Magic, of course, was not her forte, thus when Katya suggested an ice bridge, or perhaps one out of ice and wood, Ettamri had nothing but concern. Would it be strong enough? Sturdy enough? She wasn't a magician, thus she cannot truly be sure. "Then, mage, can you? If you cannot, then we must either backtrack, or climb the ridge line. Perhaps an actual bridge, should anyone know how to make a bridge using that."

Spirit Wielders! (A roleplay where you sell your soul for powers.)

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Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

Samantha Brisinggart

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Her breathing was ragged, her palms slick from sweat, her eyes seeing barely anything in the darkness of space. Yet she moved, guided by her instincts, seeing nothing but moving regardless, the hum of the engine the only thing she could hear. Lights, explosions filled the space outside, the reinforced glass of her canopy catching the light, seemingly glinting brilliantly with each blooming flower of fire. It was getting more and more dangerous every second.

There was a large ship coming out of the shadow of the colony cylinder, probably a main battleship, or a capital class ship in her view, with dots of what she assumed to be smaller ships, but yet, no cannon fire, no hail of bullets came from them. It was only when she burst past the inner perimeter, slicing off another mobile suit's limbs, that she realized why that was.

The perimeter mobile suits was too near her flight path. Any cone of fire they made right now would hit friendlies, and she was moving too fast for them to move out of the way properly. If she was to deviate right now, they would have an open line of fire without risking friendlies. It seemed to be only the perimeter firing at her at the moment, so the best course of action of course, was to head straight towards the colony surface.

With a sharp angled turn, the Swansong streaked towards the colony surface, seemingly moving faster and faster.

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--Inside a certain battleship--

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He put the pipe within his mouth, more to reassure himself, than to actually smoke it. The pipe itself was still unlit, as he sat in the seat, looking at the long range visuals brought up on his smaller display. The signifer's message was simply responded to with a curt acknowledgement. Glory hounds were a dime a dozen, and most did not survive for long.

Wars and battles, was like the ancient game of chess, a game he and a few other of the old dogs in the military still indulge themselves in every now and then. A single battle, could be won, with just a threat, by cutting off other routes, by making a single path look enticing to the opponent, before trapping them in a single maneuver.

His vice captains cursing at the perimeter guards to move their asses out of the firing line was of no consequences; the firing cone would be effective, but far too late considering how fast the Tommies the perimeter guards were using, and how fast that thing seemed to move. Thus, the firing cone itself was not the game ending move, but the check.

Regardless of whether it was an automated drone, or a human piloting it remotely, there was but one logical path to take; one that has the least danger of getting shot down. At the speeds at it was going, and the sheer thickness a colony wall has to be, it was bound to simply fragment itself on the colony wall if it collided with it. If it was a bomb, only the walls would be damaged. Walls can be repaired, another human, not so much.

Obviously then, the check mate will be...

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Freya Schwartzschild

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"..r, moving in front of the colony walls, to ....cept the dr..."

Freya sighed. Then they were to corner the interloper, and intercept them just outside the colony wall. Her team, plus any other mobile suits that followed to intercept the intruder.

Then perhaps this would lead to the ceremony going undisturbed.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

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"Hmph. Another impasse." She took out the map before looking around. "Tch. Lets turn back and look for another way. There is no sense lingering here unless one of you can conjure up a bridge, or throw everyone across the chasm."

Grumbling to herself, she looked at the map again, looking for another way across, or if she read the thing wrong.

They could probably climb around and get across somehow, but the wagon wasn't. Without a proper, level bridge, road or path, a wagon wasn't going anywhere with its cargo intact.