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GreenGoat said
I still have no idea whats going on in the pic besides the lightsaber thing.

It's Ned Stark from Game of Thrones with a lightsaber.

Gat's character is named Ned.

The lightsaber is because future.

Beyond that there ain't much going on.

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

Gates of the Mire

As others began making their way through the far door, Nymona pulled her head back out of the window and went to follow them. She still didn't know or trust these people, but at the same time they were in the same situation as her. At least for the moment, they shared a desire to escape this strange place. This impossibly huge ruin of vines and stone.

Crossing the length of the bridge, she began to slip through the door when she heard it; footsteps. Footsteps that sounded heavy. They clanked and clattered and echoed. They weren't the footsteps of any of the other robed people she found herself with. These were new. New meant dangerous.

Backing out onto the bridge once more, she began to mutter to herself. "Someone there, there's someone there. Someone coming, someone there." She was on the verge of climbing out the window when a thought struck her. The green guardian sounded heavy. Death had proven temporary in that other world, and if she was here, perhaps he was as well. She did not know him, nor him her, but he had saved her life nonetheless. With deep breaths to steel herself, she made her way into the grand hall, baffled by the maze of stairs and walkways.

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Paris Rience & Eira Mairwen (Herzi and Holmi Collab Crew)
Retrieval Team

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With the wind rushing past her mech at a less-than-breakneck pace, Eira directed her attention to the ground approaching beneath her. As encouraged by the pilot, she used her systems to direct her fall, moving past the mansion’s rooftop where most of the team would be landing to instead take her position by the North-Western entrance. Touching down on the ground, Justice braced itself on the lifeless dirt, and Eira dropped the lines, trotting forward a couple paces to leave the parachute behind her.

Paris’s own landing was a few metres behind the large mech’s, his parachute quickly gathered up and shoved into the bag. Hearing the other members of the Retrieval team voice their landings, Paris switched on his own comm. “This is Rience,” he said, “me and Mairwen have touched ground out front.”

Switching the comm back off, he took a few steps out in the street, looking around. Lots of windows, he thought as he saw the mansion walls. If what he’d heard about the freakies around here were true, a drop of a few stories would probably barely slow them down. Any one of those windows could be an exit point for the target.

“Mairwen,” he said, turning, “we’re going to have to keep an eye on the far side of the building. Got any ideas?”

Scanning the streets around them through the mansion’s fences, Eira made sure to also keep a good eye on this new guy. “I’ve got a recon drone, ground-based, self-detonating.” With this, she tapped the control module attached to her wrist, and the two-foot-long metal drone dropped from her mech and landed on the dirt alongside her, folding into a ball and rolling into view of Paris. Quickly checking the screen to make sure his scanners were in good order, she continued. “Shall I send him round?”

“Better than splitting up.” Unslinging his rifle, he headed over to a pickup truck parked on the mansion side of the street. Climbing into the bed of the truck, he gave a quick sweep of the street. The truck itself was probably shoddy cover at best in terms of stopping projectiles, but it was better than nothing; and definitely would help keep him hidden to an extent.

At his words, Eira sent the drone rolling out along the Western wall, staying within the enclosure of the fence. As it did so, she made sure to pay careful attention to its feed, not wanting to miss any potential exits it might pass along the way. Once it reached the end of that wall, she’d send it down the southern wall so as to take position opposite her own position, scanning both walls for activity from the corner.

Placing herself at the inner corner of the fence, she poised Justice’s arms for firing, and also began scanning the streets. “My name’s Eira,” she remarked, absentmindedly.

“Rience.” He gestured towards the buildings surrounding the mansion, “I’m going to send my own drone to start checking those buildings. We may have people holding the line, but there could have been things in the area before hand.”

Shrugging his bag off, he unzipped it and pulled out a small black drone, around the size of a football. Turning it on, the twin propellers in it’s wings began to spin, and the drone rose to hover above his head. After a second the feed popped up in the corner of his visor’s display, and he began directing it to the building directly across from the front door of the mansion.

“Pleased to meet you,” she responded, smiling.

Paris flicked on his comm again instead of responding, setting it to the mission-wide band. “This is Rience from Retrieval,” he said, “if things start falling apart on the lines, we’d like to know before hostiles start showing up. Keep us informed.”

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

The Templar were beginning to arm themselves as well, likely in response to the Republicans.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

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Holmishire said
If I ever get swarmed, I can just jump jet away.Paris is gonna die, though. ; ]

I could climb up. And I have GECKO, anyway. Master of hiding.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Abida Qisaf
Free Holds

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With no other changes to the plan brought forward, the group had made their way to the inn for Mikan's proposed clothing arrangements. Gathered together in one of the rooms, Abida leaned against the door, keeping an eye on the window. On an assassination mission, she was finding herself more and more wary of themselves being a target of another. She could feel the footsteps of people passing by in the hall outside through the door, but none stopped outside.

"You mentioned a change of clothes," Abida said, idly plucking at the high collar of her own dark brown surcoat. "Was there some shared uniformity you had in mind?" Hopefully the woman did not intend to dress them all in sparse and revealing affairs. The selkie had knives to conceal, and Abida herself would be hard pressed to pull off a pleasure slave with a greatsword slung over her back. A slave guard would be far easier to manage.

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Gat said
Since my character is not finished.... Herzi I'm so tempted to swap out my characters appearance for that pic now.... :p

Dr. Ian Malcolm. Ageless. Eternal. Flawless.

Adam... Adam lives on.

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Brovo said
"Life finds a way."