Skylar

Attack On Titan/SNK: Blades of Retribution

Name: Laura Strasse
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Allegiance: Military Police
Preferred Weapon: 3DMG Blades, Pistols
Biography:
Laura Strasse is a simple and uncomplicated person. Born in the industrial district Klorva of Wall Rose, Laura firsthand watched her parents forced into hard labor every day in manufacturing in the factories, with little chance of bettering their condition or standing. Then when her father was injured in the steel foundry where he worked, Laura realized she was likely to share his fate as the ruling nobility were pressing workers harder and harder with little regard to their safety. Instead of manufacturing, Laura chose to go into the military, with the intent to join the military police and secure a comfortable life for herself and her remaining family within Wall Sina.

While she only ranked number thirteen in her trainee division, Laura was accepted into the Military Police corps with the patronage of MP Officer Magnus who ordered a special exemption after a sudden number of losses of MPs and recognition of her 3DMG ability. With the status of being an MP, Laura was able to arrange for her mother to be moved to the Stohess District in a more comfortable life. In turn, she effectively became Magnus' hound, assisting in his duties and acting as his proxy in more illicit activities (although their relationship was never sexual). While a firsthand witness and even participant of the corruption of the Military Police, Laura passes it off as the natural order of things and even something to manipulate to her own benefit and to her family, although Magnus hammered in a strict regimen of regular 3DMG training and usage to ensure she wouldn't go soft either.

Then the fall of Wall Maria changed everything. Deployed among the MP's to control the waves of rioting and panic, overseeing ration distribution and farmland development, Laura was on the frontlines of the war within the walls to maintain order and security at any cost, forcing her out of her comfortable life. This only made Laura more determined to protect her privileged status as a MP to avoid the fate of the failed reclamation army. Presently, she is now attached with the trainee corps to assess the worth of their Top 10 to join the military police, and possibly play a patronage game of her own.

Attack On Titan/Shingeki No Kyojin RP

Count me in on this! I'm up for an alternate timeline or whatever. I'm just in.

Although do we have to start off as trainees? I kinda want to play a formerly corrupt military police girl who turns good-er.

Strike Witches 1991: The Gulf Neuroi War

"Relax doughboy, this is just a precautionary check. Nothing got broke yet. Although I would like to see what equipment you got." Said Powers as she put the rest of her stuff in her locker and picked up her bottle of cola before walking out of the room to the hanger deck.

On her way to the hanger with her fellow witch and warlock in tow, Emily noted the sideways glances the ship's crew was giving her. More than quite a few fans of her show on-ship, no doubt more would recognize her if their movie library was up to date. Could be good, could be bad. Good in that it would mean getting ahold of "essentials" would be easy onboard a supercarrier of this size and with the right connections. Bad in that the Karlslander 2-CO would probably lob a load of grief on her for her popularity and "softness". Well, an actress had to deal with all kinds of audiences and directors. This was no different. She hoped.

Picking up a safety helmet and ear protection as she entered the bustling hanger maintenance deck (better safe than sorry as the old motto went), she prowled over to Witch country where the strikers were being kept, looking out for her distinct set of engines. A-10 strikers tended to stand out for their design, and because of the gatling gun they were paired with. So where was it? This carrier was carrying a lot of spare tank strikers, so where were the planes?

Final Frontier(Sci-fi Faction Roleplay)

Ha ha ha. Very constructive guys, really.

Final Frontier(Sci-fi Faction Roleplay)

High Orbit
Colonial Starship Endeavor
Bridge

"Oh my god."

A hushed silence fell across the crew of the Endeavor as they watched the space battle unfold. Within the span of a few minutes, everything on Dacyria had changed with the self-destruction of the Earth patrol fleet. In all the worse ways.

Yet despite their situation, Captain Sylvana Radcliffe kept a rational perspective on the situation. As a half-Thinker, she refused to acknowledge the scenario on an emotional level, it would just compromise her ability to determine what to do next, and tried to stamp out the fight or flight reaction her body automatically turned to. Instead, she calculated debris trajectories, fire patterns, where the Endeavor had to maneuver to avoid being caught in a storm of debris. And what was left to salvage.

"Helm! Engines ahead full! Get me an intercept trajectory on the main debris field but avoid the remaining combatants." She ordered, snapping her skeleton bridge crew out of their daze. "Now helmsman."

"Aye ma'am! Engines ahead full! Engaging debris shields and point-defense lasers! Um, what are we doing exactly?" The young ensign looked at his stern-faced captain as she was deep in thought, seeking some guide stone in the storm of sudden madness. What he found was a pillar of absolute certainty.

"We're going to salvage what we can from the Earth fleet." Flatly stated Radcliffe, staring at the digital projection of the debris scatter patterns. "The ships are slagged to hell.....but their armories and cargo bays might still be intact or in salvageable state. If we can pick up survivors or equipment, it might just be the edge we need to stay alive until reinforcements arrive, and I bet any remaining Feds would appreciate a timely pick up before debris shreds their pods. Activate Gamma and Iota squads, tell them to gear up for void combat and salvage ops. Lets hope something survived out there."

"Hope so too ma'am. Too many people have died already."

Ishkaar
Muelish River Crossing

The river was on fire. The jungle was on fire. Everything was on fire.

Harris coughed as he dragged himself out of the foxhole he had been blown into after a chunk of debris impacted several kilometers away and blew a massive shockwave towards the river. The combination of his armor and the depth of the foxhole helped him survive. But there was nothing left of the Ramos militia caught unarmored and out in the open. If there was anything left of them, Harris didn't even want to think of what kind of condition they were in. His own men came first.

"Sound off!" He called out, coughing as he brought himself up. Ragged voices followed, along with cry's for medics and help. Less than half of the troops Harris had marched out to the river with were still alive. And they hadn't even had a chance to get a single shot off. What a bloody waste.

"Alpha lead, do you copy? This is Zeta-lead to Alpha-lead, do you copy?"

"C-copy Zeta lead! Tell me your still flying!"

"We're still flying, but pilot is saying we lost half our electronics. We're limping back to base. Sorry we can't lend aid."

"We'll catch our own ride home! You don't risk yourselves any longer than you have to! Alpha-lead out!" Just as the transmission cut out Harris found himself staggering to his knees as his strength gave out. No, his legs were fine, his suit's battery just went kaput, as the cracked power cell couldn't hold a charge any longer. Stripping off the damaged Jacket, Harris stumbled along the line to extract others out of half-mangled suits and fallen positions, trying to ignore the stench of burning flesh and dying people.

It was going to be one hell of a march back home.

Final Frontier(Sci-fi Faction Roleplay)

Not sure how to keep Azura relevant in all of this now. Quite a bit of plot going on.

Strike Witches 1991: The Gulf Neuroi War

"He's a bit of a fan of mine." Replied Powers, sipping at her cola. "Seems like half the ship are fans of some of my shows when I was in USO doing World War Neuroi and a bunch of Joint Wing Reenactments."

Powers turned back to the issue at hand of unpacking her bags and setting up her loft, putting up pictures of the past. Of smiling actresses and actors, a few flyers of her past films. And a special framed picture of her old USO wing. Wistfully sighing, Powers then wondered what to do next. Equipment check before dinner she supposed. "I'm going to check in on my Striker. Wanna join?"

Strike Witches 1991: The Gulf Neuroi War

Waiting on Lost Cause to post. Bit stuck right now.

But I could edit to chat with others more. But I think we ought to skip forward now.

Exile: A Sci-Fi RP On an Untamed World

Thinking of joining. Not as a nation, but as a band of freelancer mercenaries out to explore this alien star system and get in adventures and find sources of exotic resources to sell at a massive profit back in the Safe Zone states. They are more out for adventure and discovery than pure profit, but they have a noted "knack" for tripping over some of the wonders of Brahma, and being more than able to fight to protect their claims.

Their leader (and my main character) would be a young, brash but experienced explorer-inventor, who has a knack for being able to assemble military-grade equipment and combat robots with off-the-shelf hardware and custom-programmed AI's. If he was out for money, he'd make a fortune in the colonies with his robot designs and engineering talent, but he's out for thrills and adventure in the wilderness. But his ability to raise repeatedly raise small armies of surprisingly effective combat robots and dedicated followers is a warning flag to many, and he has plenty of jealous rivals who are out to snatch his claims in the Danger Zones.

Will get a CS out ASAP.

Strike Witches 1991: The Gulf Neuroi War

Powers smiled and sipped at her cola as Stephen gave a brief recap of his story. She doubted it was everything behind the occurrence of a male magic user, but she'd leave seeking out more juicy details for later.

Just as she was about to comment, her other roommate in the room spoke up. Powers hadn't even noticed even with the open locker. "Just a case of sudden recognition." Offhandedly remarked Powers, before reaching into her bag for another bottle of cola to share. "I'm lieutenant Emily Powers, nice to meet you miss...."