The guy's strength seems to lie in his speed and close range firepower.
He is cavalry.
Use him like cavalry.
He is cavalry.
Use him like cavalry.
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Jack Thor-OSDT Jannah
The whoop of the alarm, the call to arms.
The group scattered, each person heading to suit up or climb into their respective HFVs. Jack was no exception. He downed the rest of his coffee in a single gulp and took off to one of the nearby locker rooms. Large lungs such as those housed in his equally large chest made for an impressive voice. A voice that the pilot now made use of.
"Make a hole!"
The age old words reverberated along the metal walls of the ship. From the time when a navy meant boats sailing upon the ocean it meant that somebody needed to get someplace in a hurry and that everybody needed to get out of the way.
The locker rooms were almost directly next to the HFV bay for situations just like this. The doors slid open at his approach and closed behind him. There was about thirty seconds of silence in the hallway before Jack came tearing his way out at full tilt, now in his pilot suit and minus his oversized mug.
The rest of Paper Tiger were already in their mechs or getting into them now and Jack had no intention of falling behind. The Scandinavian pilot's job was keeping his teammates alive and in the fight. A duty he had no intention of failing. With a nod in response to his head mechanic's thumbs up Jack vaulted up the first few stars of the wheeled set next to his HFV. He positively flew up the rest of the way.
Settling into the cockpit of The Ball, Jack took a moment to calm himself as the machine started up and the hatch sealed. A deep breath cleared his mind. His teammates needed him to be able to think out there on the battlefield. A panicked medic was a useless medic.
Reaching into his breast pocket the large man retrieved something odd. A physical photograph. In it Jack stood with a giant smile on his face, a young boy who could not be older than ten years old sat upon his shoulders with an equally wide grin. A woman in her late thirties stood nearby watching the pair. A laugh making her face glow.
With a fond smile Jack set the picture in a small clamp set in the wall beside the main screen.
A hum filled the cockpit as the vehicle finished powering up. A faint vibration following it as a crane lifted The Ball over to the launch catapults. It's distinct lack of legs meant that it could only move using the maneuvering jets. In space that was fine, in the bay not so much.
"Transferring timing controls to The Ball. Everything is green and good to go. Nobody dies on my watch!"
A light burned in the "Old Man's" eyes as he focused his gaze on the screen in front of him. His hands flexed momentarily on the controls and adrenaline surged through his veins.
"Launching!"
He yelled his defiance at the cold uncaring void and those who hunted the innocent within it as the G forces pushed him back into his seat. Jack Thor shot into that same uncaring black void with one sentence on his lips.
"Nobody dies today!"
The whoop of the alarm, the call to arms.
The group scattered, each person heading to suit up or climb into their respective HFVs. Jack was no exception. He downed the rest of his coffee in a single gulp and took off to one of the nearby locker rooms. Large lungs such as those housed in his equally large chest made for an impressive voice. A voice that the pilot now made use of.
"Make a hole!"
The age old words reverberated along the metal walls of the ship. From the time when a navy meant boats sailing upon the ocean it meant that somebody needed to get someplace in a hurry and that everybody needed to get out of the way.
The locker rooms were almost directly next to the HFV bay for situations just like this. The doors slid open at his approach and closed behind him. There was about thirty seconds of silence in the hallway before Jack came tearing his way out at full tilt, now in his pilot suit and minus his oversized mug.
The rest of Paper Tiger were already in their mechs or getting into them now and Jack had no intention of falling behind. The Scandinavian pilot's job was keeping his teammates alive and in the fight. A duty he had no intention of failing. With a nod in response to his head mechanic's thumbs up Jack vaulted up the first few stars of the wheeled set next to his HFV. He positively flew up the rest of the way.
Settling into the cockpit of The Ball, Jack took a moment to calm himself as the machine started up and the hatch sealed. A deep breath cleared his mind. His teammates needed him to be able to think out there on the battlefield. A panicked medic was a useless medic.
Reaching into his breast pocket the large man retrieved something odd. A physical photograph. In it Jack stood with a giant smile on his face, a young boy who could not be older than ten years old sat upon his shoulders with an equally wide grin. A woman in her late thirties stood nearby watching the pair. A laugh making her face glow.
With a fond smile Jack set the picture in a small clamp set in the wall beside the main screen.
A hum filled the cockpit as the vehicle finished powering up. A faint vibration following it as a crane lifted The Ball over to the launch catapults. It's distinct lack of legs meant that it could only move using the maneuvering jets. In space that was fine, in the bay not so much.
"Transferring timing controls to The Ball. Everything is green and good to go. Nobody dies on my watch!"
A light burned in the "Old Man's" eyes as he focused his gaze on the screen in front of him. His hands flexed momentarily on the controls and adrenaline surged through his veins.
"Launching!"
He yelled his defiance at the cold uncaring void and those who hunted the innocent within it as the G forces pushed him back into his seat. Jack Thor shot into that same uncaring black void with one sentence on his lips.
"Nobody dies today!"
I look forward to even more great art.
I think you have something on your nose.
Do I need to put on my internet therapist hat? Because you all are looking like nothing but a big mass of scar tissue at the moment.
A wonderful, picture drawing beast. Love the art.
@Krayzikk @Letter Bee @Plank Sinatra
Jack Thor-OSDT Jannah:HFV Hanger
"Rising Star is a good girl." Came the unmistakable booming voice of a certain X-Corp employee. The large man had walked into the area just in time to hear the last part of the conversation. "Good morning everybody. How are you all today?"
He took a large sip of coffee from the equally large mug in his hand. The edge of a pound symbol as well as a block print D could be seen peeking out from beneath his hand.
Jack Thor-OSDT Jannah:HFV Hanger
"Rising Star is a good girl." Came the unmistakable booming voice of a certain X-Corp employee. The large man had walked into the area just in time to hear the last part of the conversation. "Good morning everybody. How are you all today?"
He took a large sip of coffee from the equally large mug in his hand. The edge of a pound symbol as well as a block print D could be seen peeking out from beneath his hand.
Finally got Beryl's last post for our mission up. After this she will be ready to smother Bianca in hugs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsoLYWTzqSY
Beryl Harken-Calmer Waters
Beryl was forced to jump to the side as the crowd of Faunus streamed past. A flood of terrified and elated people that petered out after a few seconds, leaving scant few with the person who had come to rescue them. The otter girl did not mind though, there was something far more important before her.
Five children had been left behind.
Three girls, two boys and as a whole some of the skinniest and most ill treated kids that Beryl had ever seen. The two oldest girls were standing protectively in front of the rest. Their gazes defiant and terrified as they stared at her and the segmented sword in her hand.
It took all that Beryl had not to rush forward and gather them all up in a giant hug as she stared at the small group. She had seen faces like that before. It was the face of one who had no idea what was going on, only that they were scared and hungry. Too scared to cry, to hungry to run.
The stormy waters of Beryl's heart settled into a calm tide as she sheathed Stream and took a step towards the children. They shifted back and the two in front attempted to take up defensive stances. Beryl stopped, the five were terrified out of their minds and she did not want them bolting.
"Where are your parents?" She asked.
There was silence for almost a full minute before one of the children spoke up.
"Gone. Dunno where." One of the two boys mumbled, Beryl guessed that he was about eight.
Beryl looked them over. All five were rabbit Faunus and had similar facial features. If the young Huntress had to guess she would say that they were all part of the same family. Deciding to change the subject she pulled out a couple energy bars from her pocket and held them out. Even without their haggard looks she knew that growing children were always hungry.
"I was going to eat these later but you all look like you could use them more." They looked at her warily. With a sigh she unbuckled Stream and set it to one side. "I promise I don't bite" she said in a light voice.
The children slowly moved forward until they were within arms reach of the otter Faunus. Timidly they each took one...and then set into them like a pack of ravenous wolves. The bars were not all that big and were gone almost immediately, even though the older two had to help open a couple for the smallest children.
As they licked the remains of the energy bars off their fingers the oldest looking of the group stared at Beryl. It seemed like she wanted to say something but was hesitating. Beryl's curious look was enough to get the kid to speak up though.
"Ummm, thanks for the food. Who are you?"
It was a logical enough question, Beryl was just some random stranger to them.
"I'm Beryl, a Huntress. I came here to rescue people from the Dodici." Now that they seemed to trust her Beryl had a few questions of her own to ask. "Now do you have any family or guardian that I can bring you all to? I can hardly leave you here."
The girl she was talking to, ten or eleven at best, almost froze at that question. She just stood there, tears filling eyes that valiantly tried to blink them away. When she spoke it was with a voice choking on emotion.
"They're d...they're dead. Mom, Dad, Nuncle Jem, Aunt Mimi. Phill, Emmy, Gelb, Blue. The Grimm came and...and they...they ki-"
It was too much. Beryl leaned over and drew the young girl in. A hug filled with all the warmth and comfort she could give. A hug for a girl who had lost everything.
"It's alright." She said in a quiet voice as the girl sobbed into her shoulder. "I know a place you can go."
Beryl Harken-Calmer Waters
Beryl was forced to jump to the side as the crowd of Faunus streamed past. A flood of terrified and elated people that petered out after a few seconds, leaving scant few with the person who had come to rescue them. The otter girl did not mind though, there was something far more important before her.
Five children had been left behind.
Three girls, two boys and as a whole some of the skinniest and most ill treated kids that Beryl had ever seen. The two oldest girls were standing protectively in front of the rest. Their gazes defiant and terrified as they stared at her and the segmented sword in her hand.
It took all that Beryl had not to rush forward and gather them all up in a giant hug as she stared at the small group. She had seen faces like that before. It was the face of one who had no idea what was going on, only that they were scared and hungry. Too scared to cry, to hungry to run.
The stormy waters of Beryl's heart settled into a calm tide as she sheathed Stream and took a step towards the children. They shifted back and the two in front attempted to take up defensive stances. Beryl stopped, the five were terrified out of their minds and she did not want them bolting.
"Where are your parents?" She asked.
There was silence for almost a full minute before one of the children spoke up.
"Gone. Dunno where." One of the two boys mumbled, Beryl guessed that he was about eight.
Beryl looked them over. All five were rabbit Faunus and had similar facial features. If the young Huntress had to guess she would say that they were all part of the same family. Deciding to change the subject she pulled out a couple energy bars from her pocket and held them out. Even without their haggard looks she knew that growing children were always hungry.
"I was going to eat these later but you all look like you could use them more." They looked at her warily. With a sigh she unbuckled Stream and set it to one side. "I promise I don't bite" she said in a light voice.
The children slowly moved forward until they were within arms reach of the otter Faunus. Timidly they each took one...and then set into them like a pack of ravenous wolves. The bars were not all that big and were gone almost immediately, even though the older two had to help open a couple for the smallest children.
As they licked the remains of the energy bars off their fingers the oldest looking of the group stared at Beryl. It seemed like she wanted to say something but was hesitating. Beryl's curious look was enough to get the kid to speak up though.
"Ummm, thanks for the food. Who are you?"
It was a logical enough question, Beryl was just some random stranger to them.
"I'm Beryl, a Huntress. I came here to rescue people from the Dodici." Now that they seemed to trust her Beryl had a few questions of her own to ask. "Now do you have any family or guardian that I can bring you all to? I can hardly leave you here."
The girl she was talking to, ten or eleven at best, almost froze at that question. She just stood there, tears filling eyes that valiantly tried to blink them away. When she spoke it was with a voice choking on emotion.
"They're d...they're dead. Mom, Dad, Nuncle Jem, Aunt Mimi. Phill, Emmy, Gelb, Blue. The Grimm came and...and they...they ki-"
It was too much. Beryl leaned over and drew the young girl in. A hug filled with all the warmth and comfort she could give. A hug for a girl who had lost everything.
"It's alright." She said in a quiet voice as the girl sobbed into her shoulder. "I know a place you can go."
It's not that hard to mistake Gratia's stares as hostile. The thing is about two levels short of weaponization.
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