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Ah, I see the bots are back again with their nonsense posting.
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Got my new sci-fi mecha RP up. Put a lot of work into the background of this one, and wrote out a whole setting
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Cambozola is definitely A-Tier. It combines all the best parts of Brie with Blue Cheese, what's not to like.
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Guess the mecha RP idea wasn't as popular or as interesting as I hoped it might be. Not much in the way of bites on that one so far, sadly
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My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and I'm like, I drink them! I drink all your milkshakes!
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I've been roleplaying in one form or another since the late '90's. I've played as many tabletop games as I have online ones, and the quality of both has varied wildly.
I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
I'm a fan of military and action-based RP's that do this especially, and they are easily my favourite - though I rarely see any that appeal to me enough - all the military RP's are too 'plain', and anything else modern day is usually fantasy or fandom.
I have a lot of fandoms, but I don't really like fandom RP's - or at least, the ones that come up. I often find them a bit lacking in ideas, or too far away from what actually makes the thing I'm a fan of enjoyable.
I don't play in free, as I find the short posts and bad spelling and grammar infuriating.
I'm 43 years old, and live in the UK, so I may not be on all the time.
I also like playing non-human characters, especially anthro ones. I dig giant robots, and I love military aircraft. I'm also a very dedicated and proud Brony and furry.
I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
I'm a fan of military and action-based RP's that do this especially, and they are easily my favourite - though I rarely see any that appeal to me enough - all the military RP's are too 'plain', and anything else modern day is usually fantasy or fandom.
I have a lot of fandoms, but I don't really like fandom RP's - or at least, the ones that come up. I often find them a bit lacking in ideas, or too far away from what actually makes the thing I'm a fan of enjoyable.
I don't play in free, as I find the short posts and bad spelling and grammar infuriating.
I'm 43 years old, and live in the UK, so I may not be on all the time.
I also like playing non-human characters, especially anthro ones. I dig giant robots, and I love military aircraft. I'm also a very dedicated and proud Brony and furry.
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Yep, whatever works :P
Glad to hear we're all moving- stuff is getting exiting wtih the other loadouts people have :)
I've only gone and sprained my ankle badly so I'll be cooking up a post today to get my mind off it. I'm writing wtih the intent that our team is all getting in their GEARs and prepping for departure?
No, not quite that close yet; we've got a short helicopter ride to the amphibious ship for our final briefing, then it'd be time to mount up in our GEARs.
Just getting everything to the same place so I can have the briefing, and then basically get us to the point we'll be launching
Scott looked on with disbelief, sliding the visor on his helmet up to get a better look as the planes in front of him just... disappeared, literally, into the sky around them. Had they not been confirmed on radar a moment earlier by the AWACS, then he would've worried for his own sanity or his eyesight, but instead he simply marvelled at the sight and felt a sense of frustration. His gloved thumb rested on the arming switch for the GAU-8 in the A-10's nose for a moment; he considered firing a burst and hoping he got a lucky hit; but it didn't seem worth it. The mess he'd get into if he hit something else by accident wouldn't be nearly worth the satisfaction of just blatting off a few rounds, or the sliver of a chance he'd hit something anyway.
He looked over to Teale's plane in alarm as she called in the bird strike. Flying at low altitude most of his career, he'd had a few of his own, and had known other pilots that had bad run-ins with them. Infamous was the story he'd heard of an F-111 that had gone down with both crew killed after getting a pelican through the windscreen.
"Roger that, Angel-2. I'm with you, don't panic. Looks like your canopy is intact, and you're flying fine. Closing up formation on your starboard".
He slid the A-10 into position off of her right wingtip, waggling his jets' wings a little in acknowledgement, and nodding in understanding as she gestured to the splatter of red on the aircrafts' canopy, returning an encouraging thumbs up before contacting the AWACS.
"Gravestone, this is Angel-4. Bandits have... well, uh, disappeared. Literally, right in front of my eyes. No sign of them visually, and could not get positive ID on their markings or nationality. Can confirm that I have not been drinking while flying and that I am actually awake and well-rested. May also request appointment with the flight surgeon after landing, over".
Teale: "I dunno if we're gonnaAAAAGH! Fuck's sake!"Teale: "Angel Squad, this is Angel-2. A bird went splat on my window. Limited visibility for me, over."
He looked over to Teale's plane in alarm as she called in the bird strike. Flying at low altitude most of his career, he'd had a few of his own, and had known other pilots that had bad run-ins with them. Infamous was the story he'd heard of an F-111 that had gone down with both crew killed after getting a pelican through the windscreen.
"Roger that, Angel-2. I'm with you, don't panic. Looks like your canopy is intact, and you're flying fine. Closing up formation on your starboard".
He slid the A-10 into position off of her right wingtip, waggling his jets' wings a little in acknowledgement, and nodding in understanding as she gestured to the splatter of red on the aircrafts' canopy, returning an encouraging thumbs up before contacting the AWACS.
"Gravestone, this is Angel-4. Bandits have... well, uh, disappeared. Literally, right in front of my eyes. No sign of them visually, and could not get positive ID on their markings or nationality. Can confirm that I have not been drinking while flying and that I am actually awake and well-rested. May also request appointment with the flight surgeon after landing, over".
Okay, IC post is up to move things along; nothing big, just getting everyone together and then off for our final briefing before the mission kicks in. Will give Silver another chance to actually chat to people and get us all moving again and up to the same place and moment before we launch.
Forgot to mention this earlier, lol. TBH, I didn't actually assign ranks in the first place anyway, and I just chose Lieutenant
as it's a flying rank in most air forces. I supposed Warrant Officer would work too, as I know in the US Army (at least) helicopter pilots are Warrants, but I just went with what was quick and obvious to me.
TBH, I doubt it'll actually come up that much - I certainly don't intend it to, and I'm not leaning heavily on the military side of realism here, just enough to make it seem competent and make sense, rather than getting into the grit of it. Could be that since Solernia has combined forces, there's a gap made up... or we're all Warrants and Silverwind is the captain, which I kind of like more, lol. Whatever works, tbh xD
Also, just a quick mention of hardpoints for GEARs; they have the following:
Right Shoulder
Left Shoulder
Right Forearm
Left Forearm
Those are the main weapon hardpoints
Stowage/Storage hardpoints for hand-held equipment are:
L & R Hip - for sidearms, or short weapons/tools, hand grenades or additional magazines
Rear waist - for a longarm or two-handed weapon such as a rifle
Under Shield - for magazines for weapons, or hand grenades
External armour/equipment packages can also be fitted, but these are not based around the hardpoints, and use more elaborate and complete systems.
I do like the loadout form, I'll probably use it myself ^^
Lol, Max is technically lower ranked than everyone, he's a Warrant Officer (which isn't a formal officer's rank, but basically an assignment of rank to someone like Max who is considered a more "technical" expert or team leader in terms of reconaissance. It's a more common thing in SF, I hear). He hasn't properly gone through full Officer's training as a result, which is rather interesting...
Forgot to mention this earlier, lol. TBH, I didn't actually assign ranks in the first place anyway, and I just chose Lieutenant
as it's a flying rank in most air forces. I supposed Warrant Officer would work too, as I know in the US Army (at least) helicopter pilots are Warrants, but I just went with what was quick and obvious to me.
TBH, I doubt it'll actually come up that much - I certainly don't intend it to, and I'm not leaning heavily on the military side of realism here, just enough to make it seem competent and make sense, rather than getting into the grit of it. Could be that since Solernia has combined forces, there's a gap made up... or we're all Warrants and Silverwind is the captain, which I kind of like more, lol. Whatever works, tbh xD
Also, just a quick mention of hardpoints for GEARs; they have the following:
Right Shoulder
Left Shoulder
Right Forearm
Left Forearm
Those are the main weapon hardpoints
Stowage/Storage hardpoints for hand-held equipment are:
L & R Hip - for sidearms, or short weapons/tools, hand grenades or additional magazines
Rear waist - for a longarm or two-handed weapon such as a rifle
Under Shield - for magazines for weapons, or hand grenades
External armour/equipment packages can also be fitted, but these are not based around the hardpoints, and use more elaborate and complete systems.
I do like the loadout form, I'll probably use it myself ^^
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Silverwind made a show of raising an eyebrow and feigning ignorance at Max's comment regarding his conversation with his tech. "No idea what yer talkin' about," he said with amusement, folding his arms. He followed the lion's look to his GEAR and nodded slowly. "They're supposed to be the best," he replied. "Best that we can get, anyways. An' y'all have piloted one before, so if ya have any tips fer the rest of us, then feel free ta spill. As fer a paint job," he mused, rubbing the bottom of his muzzle with the back of his cybernetic hand. "...I'll let ya know. Let's see how this mission goes first, eh?"
He turned to look over the rest of the bay; the remainder of the units' pilots were animatedly engaged with their own technicians, their GEARs underway in being loaded out for the upcoming mission. He hoped there'd be time for tweaks once they rendezvoused with the flotilla and received their final briefing; and indeed, given the assault itself was amphibious in nature, he expected there'd be some need to minor tweaks given the GEARs having to be moved from ship to shore through one method or another, but that was yet to be revealed.
Almost on cue, his pebble chirped a signal, and he excused himself from Max and slid the device onto his left forearm. It interfaced with the electronics in the cybernetic limb, customised by a friend and an investment of several bottles of aged Lantrean Whiskey, and a holographic screen sprang into life in the air above his arm.
The ships's XO appeared in the screen. "Captain. We'll be making our rendezvous with the remaining ships in twenty minutes. A helo from the amphibious assault ship will be landing on the fantail in five, they'll be taking your unit aboard for final briefings. We'll catch up to you at the ship".
"Understood, sir. Thanks for the heads up. I'll have my people ready to leave".
Silverwind turned back to Max with a nod as he shut the screen down.
"Looks like it's about ta get interestin'. Time to round up the kids, we're goin' on a flight".
The fox raised his voice and yelled above the hubbub of the hangar bay. "HUNTERS, FRONT AN' CENTER! WE GOT A FLIGHT INCOMIN'!"
Sorry I haven't made a post for a while; I've been a bit exhausted after getting back from my con/holiday, and have mostly been catching up on sleep and also been at work. Plus there were a couple of home disasters that took my time as well.
Hopefully I'll be able to catch up after the weekend and get back into things. Just wanted to make a post and let y'all know that I am still interested and still here. Just temporarily absent.
Hopefully I'll be able to catch up after the weekend and get back into things. Just wanted to make a post and let y'all know that I am still interested and still here. Just temporarily absent.
Hey sorry for the tardiness on posting, been having a tough week but I hope to post this weekend
Yes, sorry for the same from my end too - the holiday/con took a lot more out of me than I expected, and I've been playing catch up on sleep and energy to be able to do anything, despite my best efforts. However, I'm hoping to get things back on course after the weekend and will come back with a new post to move the plot along and get us back in action.
I'm a little embarrassed to ask but I am having trouble understanding Sprinsteam's dialect sometimes.
Also, I don't know what rank we all are. SPrinsteam is a lieutenant, Silverwind is the Captain of course, but beyond that, Im drawing a blank.
Sorry for the late replies, got swamped this week.
Also, looking at the GEAR weapons list, what would be a similar option to the RAW underbarrel weapon, but as a hardpoint weapon?
Must admit, I'm also having the same trouble too. I appreciate the idea of coming up with a language, but it does make it hard to follow conversations sometimes.
Yes, ranks - Everyone other than Silverwind is a Lieutenant, much like fighter pilots. It seems the most straightforward to me. 1st or 2nd Lt based on seniority and experience; can be more specific if need be. TBH, it probably won't make a lot of difference to anything as far as the game goes.
Regarding the RAW - the anti-armour missiles or the rocket pod are the closest thing otherwise. They're both hardpoint mounted and do much the same thing. Just with multiple shots.
Interesting post there Silver! I don't want to go first post-wise here (let someone else follow up first) but aye, it's getting some traction :)
Yeah; wanted to get across that Silver is more than capable of being 'a good guy that does bad things when he has to', rather than being a psychopath. I kind of base his general personality and aspect on Jack O'Neill from Stargate SG-1 with a little pinch of Solid Snake/Big Boss. He's not afraid to do bad things or make life miserable for people who do shitty, evil things, or to protect those that need it, or can't defend themselves, and has done so in the past. And while he obeys orders, he doesn't do it without question, or if it goes against his own morals, and will - and has - spoken up against it.
Also, he's absolutely the team Dad, and will murder the shit out of anyone who hurts his babies.
Also got a Silverwind-centric post up. Got to have him do some bantering, which I always enjoy, and give an insight into GEARs a bit. I see them as being like fighter jets; the pilot runs them and knows a bit about how they work, but they're so complex you have to have dedicated maintenance teams.
Don't take my post as another IC one to move everyone along, Silver's just around to chat to everyone. Once we've got a full round of everyone tweaking their GEARs, I'll move on again, probably to introducing the other ships at the rendezvous and getting ready for the assault, so a bit of a time-skip to get pass some of the more tedious/unncessary parts.
Silverwind had made his way down in Max's tow, making his way through the narrow passageways of the ship to the rear hangar. Much like the lion before him, he thrilled at the scene of activity before him. The ships' utility helicopter, blades still folded and packaged up had been moved to one side of the space to allow room - barely - for the maintenance crews to fit out and run-up the Hunters' GEARs for their sortie. Side-by-side, six of the best GEARs that the ANL, let alone the RSDF could provide.
The Hargun was new, new enough that all of its' specs weren't fully available, and that it was limited in issue to only the most elite of front-line units. Hence the reason, in fact, that the only one that wasn't new, or in the very least reconditioned was Bastion's own machine, that he was now discussing with his tech.
Looking over the array of machines, Silverwind picked out the one with the 'Command' version head; it had a double 'fin' antenna on both sides of the head, and additional cylindrical antennae beneath on each side.
Walking over and looking at the machine as it knelt on one knee, he gave a low whistle of appreciation with his tail wagging slowly as he looked up at the machine, hands on his hips.
"Hello gorgeous," he said with a grin.
"Are you talking to the GEAR, or me?" a female voice answered with amusement, and Silverwind took aback in surprise as he noticed the female raccoon dog stand up from behind the machines' right leg. She had a somewhat chunky build, but it suited her, and made her easy on the eye. The mechanics jumpsuit flattered the same look too, with the low zipper drawing the eye to an... impressive valley. He pulled his eye back up and found her muzzle smirking at him and a sparkle of amusement dancing in her purple eyes.
"Dunno, let's see who answers," he replied with a wink and a poke of his tongue, before walking closer. "So, miss," he continued. "I'm here fer my fittin' appointment. Reckon y'all got something in my size".
"I dunno," the tech replied, Silverwind taking a moment to notice the name 'DIMARCO' above the left breast pocket on her overall, and 'LIEUTENANT' on the right as she checked a pebble-slate. "I'm not sure the cockpit will fit your massive head, sir".
"Nah," he replied airily as he stepped into the foot holds on the GEARs thighs and back, and mounted into the pilot position. "I always have problems fitting my giant testicles in".
"Like I said," she replied climbing up behind him and assisting him strapping in, and beginning to adjust the seat fittings, restraint straps and the like, as the fox began to adjust the display settings, and set the GEARs OS into 'Maintenance' mode and began to adjust the control inputs. "...your massive head, sir".
He laughed and shook his head. "Okay El-tee, you can stay. I like you. Got much experience with the Hargun?"
"Plenty, sir. I got chosen for this assignment as I was on the team for the prototypes' OpEval and workups, and helped with weapon and system trials. I'm senior ranking tech in your maint crews, so most of 'em learnt something from my original crews, and half the tech-book on the GEAR was written by us. Hell, half your conversion training syllabus was probably based on our notes and reports".
"Bad ass, Lieutenant. Thanks for all your work".
"No problem, sir. Just try not to break my shit, and I'm sure we'll get along fine. And I like you too," she said with a smirk of reply, and a boop to his nose. "How's it feel?"
"Well, the boop was okay. The GEAR feels great though. Can tell you know your stuff. Obviously we'll get a running test in once we're onboard the amphib; more space fer that. Your crew get to run 'em yet?"
"Yessir, we put them through basic paces before we loaded them onto the train for transport to the docks. No noted running faults, and we re-checked everything minor already. 5 had a minor burr on the rotator cuff for the left shoulder; we just swapped out the joint assembly to save time. We'll fix the problem with the part we removed while its' demounted and keep it with the spares.".
Silverwind shrugged and unstrapped himself with the quick-release button, shutting down the GEARs' OS as he did so.
"I can't fault any of yer work," he said with a genuine smile as he slid back out of the machines' form-fitting seat. "Y'all did an amazin' job, and I can't ask any less than that. Unless y'all would consider workin' in a t-shirt and shorts, anyway"
"Only if you work in a full face mask, sir, so I don't have to look at your stupid face. What do you want as your load-out for the mission?"
"Intel ain't fully come back yet," he replied, "At least in th' full tactical sense. But we ain't gonna have a lot of time to play pass-the-parcel." He hummd a moment and rubbed the back of his artificial hand against the bottom of his muzzle.
"...Load me up with a 20MM with AP ammo, and a shotgun with scatter ammo under it, a Pile on the right arm, Mortar on the left shoulder, and ATM's on the right one. Knife on the hip, and spare ammo under the shield. Load the mortar with a mix heavy on HE and AP, with some smoke and EM."
She raised a slim purple eyebrow and inclined her head in a respectful nod. "Kickass, sir. Nothing on the left forearm?" she said in a more teasing tone. "You've left space. I'm shocked".
"Nah," he replied. "I always find that gets in the way of the shield on anythin' I ever piloted. Plus I'm already haulin' enough weight as it is."
"All right, Captain. I'll get it done".
"Blade, Lieutenant. Don't bother with callin' me captain unless anyone more important than me is watchin'"
"Then call me DiMarco Sir. And my first name is Gina, for the record".
"Silverwind. Glad to have ya with me, feels like my GEAR will be in good hands".
"Same, sir. Though, not so sure about the GEAR, all those bits of you missing, I'd hate to see my GEAR come back the same way".
"I'll look after for you, DiMarco, I promise. And if I don't, I'm sure y'all will get plenty of work out of it".
"Yes, that's what I'm afraid of. Now, if you'll excuse me si- ah, Blade, then I'll get to work on fitting out your machine, and detail the rest of my guys to help your squad".
As he nodded to her to excuse herself, he turned back to the GEARs' visage briefly, looking up at it. You and I are going to go places, girl, he thought up at the big machine. And we're gonna go through some crazy shit too, he added, patting the armoured kneepad of the machine with one hand as he looked up at it. At some point, he'd have to customise its' paint scheme. It'd been a while since he'd had a machine to call his own, and his old trusty and much-beloved Gungnir Mk.II 'Spectre' was so much plasma-warhead incinerated scrap in an unnamed and unmarked corner of the world, miles and years away. With it, it had taken a lot of memories and nostalgia, and a part of his life. And now you're a Ghost Hunter again, Blade he thought idly, looking at the GEARs, completely void of unit markings or insignia.
Turning away from his machine, he looked around the hangar at the rest of the GEARs in a similar way. None of them carried much in the way of markings or unit insignia, beyond warning and hazard labels. He saw his people coming down to get their own machines fitted out, and began to walk along the row, looking to lend a hand or a few words where he could. Not to mention, he had personal weapons to draw from stores and assemble into his kit.
"Bastion," he called out as he caught sight of the lion. "All all right?" he said, thumbing in direction of the felines' GEAR.
The Hargun was new, new enough that all of its' specs weren't fully available, and that it was limited in issue to only the most elite of front-line units. Hence the reason, in fact, that the only one that wasn't new, or in the very least reconditioned was Bastion's own machine, that he was now discussing with his tech.
Looking over the array of machines, Silverwind picked out the one with the 'Command' version head; it had a double 'fin' antenna on both sides of the head, and additional cylindrical antennae beneath on each side.
Walking over and looking at the machine as it knelt on one knee, he gave a low whistle of appreciation with his tail wagging slowly as he looked up at the machine, hands on his hips.
"Hello gorgeous," he said with a grin.
"Are you talking to the GEAR, or me?" a female voice answered with amusement, and Silverwind took aback in surprise as he noticed the female raccoon dog stand up from behind the machines' right leg. She had a somewhat chunky build, but it suited her, and made her easy on the eye. The mechanics jumpsuit flattered the same look too, with the low zipper drawing the eye to an... impressive valley. He pulled his eye back up and found her muzzle smirking at him and a sparkle of amusement dancing in her purple eyes.
"Dunno, let's see who answers," he replied with a wink and a poke of his tongue, before walking closer. "So, miss," he continued. "I'm here fer my fittin' appointment. Reckon y'all got something in my size".
"I dunno," the tech replied, Silverwind taking a moment to notice the name 'DIMARCO' above the left breast pocket on her overall, and 'LIEUTENANT' on the right as she checked a pebble-slate. "I'm not sure the cockpit will fit your massive head, sir".
"Nah," he replied airily as he stepped into the foot holds on the GEARs thighs and back, and mounted into the pilot position. "I always have problems fitting my giant testicles in".
"Like I said," she replied climbing up behind him and assisting him strapping in, and beginning to adjust the seat fittings, restraint straps and the like, as the fox began to adjust the display settings, and set the GEARs OS into 'Maintenance' mode and began to adjust the control inputs. "...your massive head, sir".
He laughed and shook his head. "Okay El-tee, you can stay. I like you. Got much experience with the Hargun?"
"Plenty, sir. I got chosen for this assignment as I was on the team for the prototypes' OpEval and workups, and helped with weapon and system trials. I'm senior ranking tech in your maint crews, so most of 'em learnt something from my original crews, and half the tech-book on the GEAR was written by us. Hell, half your conversion training syllabus was probably based on our notes and reports".
"Bad ass, Lieutenant. Thanks for all your work".
"No problem, sir. Just try not to break my shit, and I'm sure we'll get along fine. And I like you too," she said with a smirk of reply, and a boop to his nose. "How's it feel?"
"Well, the boop was okay. The GEAR feels great though. Can tell you know your stuff. Obviously we'll get a running test in once we're onboard the amphib; more space fer that. Your crew get to run 'em yet?"
"Yessir, we put them through basic paces before we loaded them onto the train for transport to the docks. No noted running faults, and we re-checked everything minor already. 5 had a minor burr on the rotator cuff for the left shoulder; we just swapped out the joint assembly to save time. We'll fix the problem with the part we removed while its' demounted and keep it with the spares.".
Silverwind shrugged and unstrapped himself with the quick-release button, shutting down the GEARs' OS as he did so.
"I can't fault any of yer work," he said with a genuine smile as he slid back out of the machines' form-fitting seat. "Y'all did an amazin' job, and I can't ask any less than that. Unless y'all would consider workin' in a t-shirt and shorts, anyway"
"Only if you work in a full face mask, sir, so I don't have to look at your stupid face. What do you want as your load-out for the mission?"
"Intel ain't fully come back yet," he replied, "At least in th' full tactical sense. But we ain't gonna have a lot of time to play pass-the-parcel." He hummd a moment and rubbed the back of his artificial hand against the bottom of his muzzle.
"...Load me up with a 20MM with AP ammo, and a shotgun with scatter ammo under it, a Pile on the right arm, Mortar on the left shoulder, and ATM's on the right one. Knife on the hip, and spare ammo under the shield. Load the mortar with a mix heavy on HE and AP, with some smoke and EM."
She raised a slim purple eyebrow and inclined her head in a respectful nod. "Kickass, sir. Nothing on the left forearm?" she said in a more teasing tone. "You've left space. I'm shocked".
"Nah," he replied. "I always find that gets in the way of the shield on anythin' I ever piloted. Plus I'm already haulin' enough weight as it is."
"All right, Captain. I'll get it done".
"Blade, Lieutenant. Don't bother with callin' me captain unless anyone more important than me is watchin'"
"Then call me DiMarco Sir. And my first name is Gina, for the record".
"Silverwind. Glad to have ya with me, feels like my GEAR will be in good hands".
"Same, sir. Though, not so sure about the GEAR, all those bits of you missing, I'd hate to see my GEAR come back the same way".
"I'll look after for you, DiMarco, I promise. And if I don't, I'm sure y'all will get plenty of work out of it".
"Yes, that's what I'm afraid of. Now, if you'll excuse me si- ah, Blade, then I'll get to work on fitting out your machine, and detail the rest of my guys to help your squad".
As he nodded to her to excuse herself, he turned back to the GEARs' visage briefly, looking up at it. You and I are going to go places, girl, he thought up at the big machine. And we're gonna go through some crazy shit too, he added, patting the armoured kneepad of the machine with one hand as he looked up at it. At some point, he'd have to customise its' paint scheme. It'd been a while since he'd had a machine to call his own, and his old trusty and much-beloved Gungnir Mk.II 'Spectre' was so much plasma-warhead incinerated scrap in an unnamed and unmarked corner of the world, miles and years away. With it, it had taken a lot of memories and nostalgia, and a part of his life. And now you're a Ghost Hunter again, Blade he thought idly, looking at the GEARs, completely void of unit markings or insignia.
Turning away from his machine, he looked around the hangar at the rest of the GEARs in a similar way. None of them carried much in the way of markings or unit insignia, beyond warning and hazard labels. He saw his people coming down to get their own machines fitted out, and began to walk along the row, looking to lend a hand or a few words where he could. Not to mention, he had personal weapons to draw from stores and assemble into his kit.
"Bastion," he called out as he caught sight of the lion. "All all right?" he said, thumbing in direction of the felines' GEAR.
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