Merrygold

Mass Effect +1

Things went really well. Surprisingly well. Geth soldiers were programed to do just a one single job and that was warfare. They were programed for it. They were specially equiped for it. And Shepard with her team just shot almost two dozens of them without even breaking a sweat. She felt just a little drawback of her biotic powers and wild action but she had no wounds and her teamamates didn´t look harmed either.
They worked well like a team. She had no doubts that Garrus will do what she told him to do best as he can, he had many notches on the barrel after all, but Zeto was the great unknown for her. Shepard already knew she was a strong woman with a backbone and a determination many soldiers by profession lacked, but she still wasn´t sure of her combat prowess. Truth to be told, Zeto´s abilities quite surprised Shepard. She surely wasn´t a newbie with the sniper rifle and her aim was sure and clear. One shot, one kill, even under fire. Shepard was glad that she took Zeto with her. Skilled combatants like her always came in handy.

The stage was clear in mere moments and only reminder of their firefight were the remenants of Geth bodies lying on the ground with wires and electronical parts ripped out by gunfire. Shepard felt somehow disgusted by it. It maybe weren´t organical insides but they still belonged to the living, semi-sentient things. She knew that taking lives was unevitable part of her work, but that didn´t mean that she is completly okay with it.
She shaked her head to clear it. Now wasn´t time for thoughts like this, first T´Soni, then morality issues.
She walked towards the gate and opened it. These metal doors were even louder than the first one and sound they made was even more unpleasent for ears. Bloody things weren´t used to much of traffic. Rusty or not, they still worked and the team was before the last destination. Dr T´Soni was close now, Shepard just hoped they will get to her first. "Let´s move!"

All the king's men.

Edwin´s hand slid to his hip and embraced the hilt of a short, ugly blade sheathed there. Some people called him paranoid because of this reflex, he preferred being called alive. The weapon he took hold of was a crude weapon, looking more like a bigger knife than a soldier´s sword, but in close quarters it was a better option than the long cavalry sabre hanging at Edwin´s other hip.
He gave the woman a long, measuring look, trying to figure out if she is a threat or an ally or maybe both of those things. Something told him that she is the most dangerous person in the room. Solomon might have been cold blooded bastard and Vestiago might look like a dark skinned giant from fairy tales, but Cora was the aura of power over her.
The new note that appeared on the paper just confirmed his thoughts. Hawk wouldn´t pick just anyone to be his apprentice and she surely had some aces up her sleeve. And Edwin was sure they are more devious than these few tricks she just showed them. Secret passages hidden in walls and invisible ink… Edwin served Hawk long enough to see a more than just a few of these things and they couldn´t surprise him anymore.
He let the hilt of his blade go and took another sip from his goblet of wine. It was a little bit too sweet for him but it still tasted better than anything he usually drunk. “Do you know anything about Hawk´s plan? What does he want to with our little group of misfits?”

Steel Warrior Academy: A Mecha School RP Signups and Interest Check

Damm I sorry for this, my internet connection is kinda cranky and I wasn´t sure that I send the first post, so I reloaded the page and error happend....

Steel Warrior Academy: A Mecha School RP Signups and Interest Check

Is there still a space for a lone wanderer like me?

Steel Warrior Academy: A Mecha School RP Signups and Interest Check

Is there still a space for a lone wanderer like me?

Mass Effect +1

Dropship stopped in the air above the heads of Shepard and her team, spiting soldiers from its insides like some kind of insect queen giving birth to her kind. No less than a dozen of artificial warriors left the safety of their ship with weapons spiting death as soon as their feet touched the ground. Like it wasn´t enough, more Geth appeared from depths of the outpost, no less determined to kill Shepard and her mates.
Those machines were more terrifying than any man she had ever fought. Their actions lacked emotions, their “faces”, if it could be called that name, hadn´t any recognizable features. They were demons. Faceless, nameless, silent and devouted to their programming. Their combined intelligence maybe had some kind of self-awareness and personality, but things that attacked Shepard had none of these things. They were just automatons with single purpose, killing the Commander. But Shepard was determined not to give her life cheaply. She didn´t feel like dying today and no Geth could change her mind. She gave a quick, calculating glance to the enemy forces. There were at least twenty of geth. Shepard, Garrus and Zeto had each almost seven enemies to take care of. Hardly a favourable ratio, but Shepard was still optimistic.
“I am going to charge them. Garrus you make use of your assault rifle and provide me with cover fire. Spray everything that moves and doesn´t look like me. If my shield catches even one single bullet of yours, I will take it as a personal insult of my good look. Zeto, on other hand, place your shots carefully. Your sniper rifle is much more powerful weapon and I trust your aim. I have seen a few rocketeers and snipers and I entrust you with them. Their weapons could shred my shields and that’s something I wouldn´t be too glad for. Plus same rule applies to you. One shot it my arse and I will take it personally.”
She didn´t wait for her mates to confirm orders. She already spent too much time talking. Now was the time of action. She charged her surroundings with biotic energy, hoping it would be sufficient to stop a few point blank shots. She took a firm hold her shotgun and jumped out of cover. She used her powers to accelerate the momentum of her body and rammed the enemy. She was like a fired bullet and she hit the enemy with the same impact. At least five of geth had fallen to the ground and Shepard systematically finished them with fast shots from her shotgun. In the same moment Garrus sprayed machines and soon they had to look for cover. Their deployment was maybe terrifying, but left them in open space and vulnerable to the fire of this kind. Shepard just hoped that Zeto will do her job with the same vigour.

All the king's men.

Edwin silently watched the first men, and a girl, as they introduced themselves. His face was the one of professional gambler, but under this mask, his mind worked at full speed. They had one piece of everything: soldier, scholar, brawler, street urchin and overly cocky sociopath. Edwin knew nothing about Hawk´s future plans nor about task he is going to give them, but with the team like this, it surely will be something on the very edge of feasibility. He couldn´t help himself not to look forward to the challenge.
The first man to describe his role in upcoming events was the self-proclaimed cleaner. He was quite a disturbing individual. He spoke more like an actor from a cheap theatre than a man skilled in shady arts, as he described himself, but Edwin was sure that behind his coxcombry was more than just a grain of truth. There was something in this man, something unsettling. Also, he couldn´t overhear the silent threat, a warning to be precise, in the last sentence he said. He will have to keep an eye on him and if he tries something, Edwin will gladly introduce him to the both of his steels.

The second man to describe his profession was the scholar. Arrogance in his manners was almost tangible. He reminded him one soldier in his old unit. He was awfully educated man, behaving like someone who swallowed all the knowledge of the world. He was forced to serve because of a foul he did in the past and servitude in army was the only way he could atone for his sins. Edwin had never met a more annoying man or worse soldier in his whole life, he was even forced to whip him once hoping it will make him grow a backbone. It failed. The man died in upcoming fight, not to the sword of enemy but to hoofs of his own horse. Fool.
Edwin hoped that this man, Ilario, will be different. He said he is skilled in picking locks, healing wounds and sapping fortresses, Edwin wasn´t really sure if he believed his words, but if he truly is as capable as he says, he could be invaluable asset to the team. Hawk had always an eye for new talents and Edwin was sure that he wouldn´t pick a man without any use.
Edwin decided that he will be next one doing introduction. He stood up like a soldier on military parade, straight as a pike. He spoke to people in the tavern in same manner he used to spoke to his men. “My name is Edwin Blackwaters, former captain of His majesty cuirassiers. I use to lead an armoured fist of our king, may he rule forever, and now I do the same thing for our common employer. I know how to lead an assault of cavalry, how to siege a city… or how to gut a Skaarlund swine in dozen ways. If you have any questions in these things, you are free to ask me.”

Mass Effect +1

No problem. I took my time, you can take yours.

All the king's men.

Ewin´s always liked his visits of the poorer parts of the city. He spent there a lot of time, but he could never really get used to things these districts prepared for him. The smell of sewage mixing with stench of nearby tanneries, homeless beggars calmly sleeping on the cold cobblestones, sound of lively conversation from pubs of questionable quality… A cocktail of pretty much everything Edwin hated mixed solely for a purpose of humiliation of his senses. Only thing it needed to achieve true perfection was some pompous asshole with blue blood shouting orders.
Speaking of assholes, Edwin noticed a few shady characters watching him. He grinned a little, hoping that those guys will have balls to start a fight. He wouldn´t really mind a little sparring practice to brighten up his mood. “There is no time for this…” he reminded to himself silently and sighed. Hawk had a job for him, and he didn´t want to make him wait any longer. Edwin was man of few virtues and reliability was one of them. He fastened his steps, put a hand around the hilt of his sword and hoped that thugs won´t be interested in prey that could bite back.

He get into the warehouse without any incident, thugs remained on their spot waiting on someone harmless, and soon he knocked on the door in predetermined pattern, an effort was awarded by allowance to step in.
He was quite surprised by the interior of the building. From outside it didn´t look like much, but insides of the place was quite nice. Edwin already visited a lot of these “secret meetings” held by Hawk and this looked like the most pleasant one of them. A cosy tavern was great improvement from dead end of city canalizations or hidden chamber under cheap brothel. And the food was also a change he was glad for. What wasn´t that great change, was the company. He expected Hawk to be there, not a bunch of… random individuals.
“Evening,” he greeted them and doffed his hat with faked courtesy. At first Edwin wanted to ask, what is going on, but he noticed the note pinned to the table and decided to read it first. Basically they should make themselves comfortable, get to know each other and wait for his arrival. Now he regretted that missed opportunity with street brawlers. At least there was a dinner…
He gave his company an inquisitive look. They were a strange bunch of individuals, a dark alley murderer, scholar and a rather childishly behaving girl. Edwin didn´t say anything, just poured some wine into the closest goblet and took a deep gulp. Sometimes, he missed the army.

Mass Effect +1

It was hell of a ride, she had to admit that. If Zeto didn´t find the path to the right, they would soon have more holes then a sieve. She was still clutching controls of the mass accelerator, feeling adrenalin slowly passing in her veins and prepared to react to any danger that would dare to show its face.
She gave herself a few moments to clear her head, not a second more. It wasn´t the first death trap she survived and it surely wasn´t the last one. Benezia´s daughter was waiting on them and Shepard didn´t want to make her wait longer than necessary. Especially when her only company were Geths.

“Good job, Zeto.” She didn´t specify if she meant finding the way or her marksmanship, both things came in excellent time.
The base looked heavily defended, but Shepard was still glad that the path led them this way. Not that she didn’t like an additional armour and heavy cannon on Mako, but she still preferred going on foot. Only then she could be her own master. She trusted that Garrus and Zeto will do their job, she wouldn´t take them with her otherwise, but experiences taught her that only one she could rally on was herself. It was ironic that she demanded complete trust of her subordinates but she couldn´t really give it back.

“Looks like we´re going outside. Ready your weapons and calm your nerves. The weather outside is little bit more sunny than would be pleasant so be prepared for that.” She quite like a hot weather on short leaves but on missions it was more of an inconvenience. Her armour mostly protected her from external influences, but even armour wasn´t much of a help in condition like this.
She hopped out of Mako, readied her shotgun and waited for rest of her team. After that, they moved toward small metal gate that automatically opened itself when they get nearby. So much for being sneaky…
They carefully entered the base, guns pointing in every direction. “This is another great place for an ambush…” To underline her words, silent humming sound resonated the air and Shepard sa; a small flying object in distance.
“Dropship! Prepare for enemy!” Shepard shouted and hid herself behind the hardest thing she could find.