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If anyone needs help making their character or mech, go ahead and ask.

I'll be making more example mechs that you could use, base your own mech off of, and I'll be making my own character sheet later today if anyone needs an example.
Not sure if one is supposed to sign up here or ooc but i do have something to ask.
First of all; By the amount of Mech warrior I see here, I would infer this is based in BattleTech universe or is based on Mech Warrior, a game set in that universe.
Secondly somewhat relating to the first question. what are the parts (and hulls?) we can use in our mechs and the limitations. I looked at the Mechbay on ooc.


Heavily based on Battletech.
I play a lot of Mechwarrior Online and I'm looking forward the new Battletech game, however this is an entirely different universe.

I really wanted to RP as a mech pilot exploring new worlds and environments. I wanted to scenes like a squadron of mechs walking in a V formation against winds, hundreds of miles per hour, through a desert. The sand chewing at our paint and armor. I wanted to walk on an ice moon, drilling through meters of solid ice, being blasted by lethal doses of radiation from the nearby gas giant, and the nearby star, when a distant mountain explodes and we find out that we were drilling next to a cryovolcano. Hail the size of houses raining down on us like artillery.
Just some of the stuff I want to do in this RP.

As for parts and hulls, come up with that stuff on your own. As for limitations, the same. Of course there's going to be a lot rejecting and revising, since not everyone knows you can't fit LRM60's on a 25 ton light, but I'll accept it if it sounds right and it's within reason.
I'll be coming up with mech chassis soon and put them in the Mechbay as examples or possible mechs others can use, but I'd prefer that you come up with your own stuff.

You sign up in the OOC by posting your character sheet.
You express interest in the Int.Checks.

Traditionally you're supposed to make an Int.Check first, see how many people are going to join, then make an OOC.
But I skipped that step since two of my buddies will be joining right off the bat.


We didn't know what was in this sector of space.
So we sent a fleet. With the best technology, the best people. A fleet completely self sustaining, intending to be in space for an indefinite amount of time.

That was over a hundred years ago. The original crews of the ships in the 6th Exploration Command have grown old, they are now retired, living in the habitat colony vessels. Their children, supplemented by the few volunteers who have cryogenically frozen themselves to help the second generation, now man the labs and the ships.

There was always a person back home answering the phone. On Earth. The United Sol Alliances always picked up the phone, always updated the 6th Exploration Command with new findings in science, new technology, and new developments. Two days ago a message was received from Earth, a brutal attack by an unknown force. Then silence. Nobody was picking up the phone.

The Admiral looked at his ships, over two hundred vessels strong. Millions of soldiers, hundreds of thousands of armored vehicles. A force to be reckoned with. But how long would it take to get back to friendly space? He turned his back on Earth, instead looking towards the horizon. He would find a new planet, a new place for Humanity to call home.

You are a pilot in the 1st Vanguard Mechs. Pilots of massive bipedal machines. You are the first ones to step on a new planet, the first ones to explore a new celestial body. The first to experience the hazards of exploration and the first to witness the wonders.
There are ten squadrons. You were the first.

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OOC Here.


Welcome to the Mechbay.
Here I will detail everything you will need to know about your mechs. You will also see your Squadron roster here.

Inspired by Battletech






Existing Mechs





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Squadron Roster
Skyrte - Captain Zapka and The Aspis, 100t Noble Hoplite
GuessWho - Lieutenant JG. Freeland and The Raptor, 35t M59 Raptor-C
Barioth - Lieutenant Volkov and The Kazak II, 55t Volk WL1
The Irish Tree - Lieutenant Oberfield and The Daytona, 50t DYT-365/4


We didn't know what was in this sector of space.
So we sent a fleet. With the best technology, the best people. A fleet completely self sustaining, intending to be in space for an indefinite amount of time.

That was over a hundred years ago. The original crews of the ships in the 6th Exploration Command have grown old, they are now retired, living in the habitat colony vessels. Their children, supplemented by the few volunteers who have cryogenically frozen themselves to help the second generation, now man the labs and the ships.

There was always a person back home answering the phone. On Earth. The United Human Alliances always picked up the phone, always updated the 6th Exploration Command with new findings in science, new technology, and new developments. Two days ago a message was received from Earth, a brutal attack by an unknown force. Then silence. Nobody was picking up the phone.

The Admiral looked at his ships, over four hundred vessels strong. Millions of soldiers, hundreds of thousands of armored vehicles. A force to be reckoned with. But how long would it take to get back to friendly space? He turned his back on Earth, instead looking towards the horizon. He would find a new planet, a new place for Humanity to call home.

You are a pilot in the 1st Vanguard Mechs. Pilots of massive bipedal machines. You are the first ones to step on a new planet, the first ones to explore a new celestial body. The first to experience the hazards of exploration and the first to witness the wonders.
There are ten squadrons. You were the first.




Current Planet

Current Colonies

Status of The 6th Exploration Command





Lore


After the briefing Zhevon went up to grab his disguise. He kept some elements from his usual attire, keeping the armored boots, armor around the arms and legs. His breastplate was too large unfortunately, and too conspicuous. He wore a large black hooded coat, and a rebreather over his face, with goggles to cover his eyes. A large white patterned cloak covered his left arm for style, and a steel grey pauldron over his right shoulder. He kept his digital weapons, sword, and picked up a small stun stick. With his armor incomplete, the Ungents of Warding would so minimal that nobody would notice. And his swords sheath would suppress the Ungents on his blade. So long as nobody physically licks certain parts of his armor, and his sword kept in its sheath, he would remain undetected and vulnerable to Daemons. As a finishing touch he grabbed more than several fake military medals and pinned them to his breast.

Later he exited the safehouse and found that their transport would be a large armored vehicle.
"This isn't very conspicuous." He muttered, getting inside of the armored vehicle, "Are we sure that we would welcome in a truck like this?" He asked, "It seems to me like we are invading instead of attending the party."
I am going to get distracted by Mechwarrior

Mostly because I haven't thought out an outfit for Zhevon. Post tomorrow for sure though.

If someone else would post today I would be eternally grateful
Gonna post tomorrow, maybe.

For Stukov, instead of wearing a suit, I was thinking he'd wear a bodyguard-like outfit, keeping his weapons and stuff.
Another mission going into untold dangers and potential horrors

and your inquisitor worries about not remembering how to dance

This is your inquisitor.
Adrianne walked down from the stairs, commenting that male Psykers typically enjoyed having larger staves. Especially the younger sort. Zhevon cracked a little smile, remembering his own childhood when he tried to lift a hefty two-handed sword. She then explained that she accepted Stukov under her wing. This also pleased Zhevon. Adrianne then said that it would take time to requisition a personalized force weapon for him. While normally it may takes entire months maybe years for someone to requisition such a weapon from the Mechanicus due to paperwork, queues and other various reasons, Zhevon had a fair amount of friends in the Mechanicus. And a few favors they owed each other. Zhevon put a bit of thought into it, and he came to the conclusion that it wasn't unreasonable to place an order for a force weapon personalized to Stukov and have it arrive within a few weeks, depending on the urgency, maybe even one week. But for now one of Adriannes old pieces would have to do.

"If you need anything, equipment, supplies, commodities, ask and I will get it for you." He offered, "This also extends to you too." Nodding towards Aviza, "Within reason. My friends in the Mechanicus would raise a few eyebrows if I started to ask for several Thunderhammers, eight Baneblades and twenty Leman Russes." He got up, and stretched a bit, "I think I know what to do in these eight hours." He turned and left the safehouse, bringing his sword.

For these eight hours, Zhevon was a surprisingly busy man. He had left and reentered the safehouse numerous times, each time bringing back a wrapped gift of various size, or a cardboard box. Once, he entered holding a single candle jar. Stopping in the middle of the safehouse, looking at it, then left with it still in hand, only to come back with four candle jars in his hands. After spending some time ferrying numerous boxes and gifts, piling them in an empty space in the room. He then dusted the bookcases, and added several books to the small library. He placed his sword on the coffee table across from where Aviza was lounging on the couch and disappeared into a dark side room. Seconds after he came out with numerous more swords, all unsheathed, caked in dirt, blood and... Whatever else stained their steel. He went back into the room. This time carrying an assortment of hatchets and axes. A third time, carrying a variety of small sword and dagger. All of them as dirty as the last. With all of them laid out on the table, with their scabbards and sheaths on the floor next to the table, Zhevon went to get a cleaning kit and went to work. Expertly and tenderly cleaning and tending to each weapon as if they were his own children. After each one had been cleaned, they would be placed in their respective sheaths and placed next to Zhevons own sword. Finally, it was time to maintain his own sword. He unsheathed it and checked if there was any edge damage, sure that there was none, he began to clean and oil it.

It was then there was a knock on the door. Aviza nearly fell off the couch, and essentially sprinted up the stairs. The door opened, revealing the Canoness that had provided them with support before. He greeted the Canoness Superior and made a final check on the huge array of melee weapons that was laid out in front of them. In the meantime, the Canoness went to the dinner table and set up her briefing. Aviza appeared, saluting. Then getting permission to sit down at the table. She had changed into her armor with surprising speed.
“Evening Celestrian Aviza, as I said I would return to personally brief the retinue on this mission, and will do so once everyone arrives and takes a seat. This assignment has taken an intriguing turn and has become much more important.” The Canoness informed the two present.
An intriguing turn? Zhevon thought, he sat down. It wasn't long before Adrianne appeared, with a new plasma pistol and a large box. Then Stukov, looking not dead, which was good.
Adrianne greeted her apprentice, and asked if he had rested well.
Meanwhile Zhevon was in deep contemplation about this development on the mission. A glaring issue that likely, only he could see. They were going to a party, and he didn't remember how to dance. He silently wished he had paid more attention to his mothers lessons when he was a younger man.
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