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Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Will post this week! If not during the week days it'll definitely be the weekend at the latest ^.^

Falling Skies: Reboot ver 2

An Unexpected Guest

(Mood Music)

Dearil looked over his exhaustive manifest and checked to make sure that every item that was coming off of his ship was meant to come off. He had the deck crew of the cruiser doing all the hard work while he handled the logistics, and they were more than happy to do such if it meant getting a small discount at Dearil's canteen. His arrival aboard ships was always looked forward to as he brought with him a sizeable stock of local goods from the surface of whichever planet they were moored over. Being Cerol, Dearil made sure to bring to the planet's signature export, 'hyperwater'.

The minerals in Cerol's rivers and ocean beds had made the H2O on the planet quite rich. Not only was it safe to drink, but Hyperwater acted as a sort of energy drink to human beings, without any additives or chemicals. It was a truly healthy drink that people had come to appreciate, especially the marines of the UEE. Dearil's canteen supply was paid for out of his pocket, which was thankfully cushioned by a healthy salary afforded to him by his previous experience as an officer among the Imperial Secret Service. Anything he made from the canteen also went right back into the supplying of it. No matter where the fleet went or what planet they were over, Dearil's biggest seller was always cigarettes and energy drinks, and they were always the first things to run dry in his stock. Still, Dearil's other stocks made money, as people who had come for one or both of the hot commodities would often feel bad for arriving and wasting his valuable time, so they would buy something else instead. The men and women of the fleet appreciated Dearil and his efforts, even if he was just a lowly cargo pilot.

"Hey, Ferryman!" Dearil heard someone call out. He glanced up from his datapad and saw the ship's chief petty officer stomping toward him. Well... Almost every man and woman appreciated him.

Dearil sighed quietly and came to attention, "Haah... Sir." he acknowledged him professionally.

"How many times have you told you not to sell your goodies aboard my ship and to my crew?! It takes away from the ship's wallet for its own canteen! And none of the stuff you're selling has been properly vetted! What if you bring aboard some sort of hostile microbes from the surface?! You could get my hole ship sick!" he scolded.

Dearil remained at attention and turned his brain off as he got a strip ripped from him. Getting yelled at was part for the course in the military, and it didn't matter who you were. There was always a bigger fish. But as Dearil was getting his yelled at by the old croak of a chief, the deck crews continued to offload stuff from Dearil's ship. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted two crates. One was a crate of the vaunted Hyperwater! Dearil cut the chief off and pointed accusingly at the deckhand, "Oi! I didn't say you could offload that! And didn't you hear your Chief?! My stock isn't allowed in here! Put it back in!"

The chief, who was obviously frustrated by Dearil's interruption, heard what he had to say and joined in with him to then rip a strip off of the deck hand, "What do you think you're doing?! Do you know what we do with thiefs, Grafton?! We damn near hang 'em aboard this ship!"

"And that!" he pointed at the other crate, a nondescript black box with the mark of the ISS on it, "Where the hell did that come from?! Why are you grabbing classified equipment of the Secret Service?!"

Grafton looked between Dearil and the Chief with bewilderment and record high levels of anxiety. Some sweat was even beading off of his forehead. "Y- yes, sir! Sorry, sir! I'll back it back right away, sir!"

Dearil and the Chief continued to bark at Grafton as he hurried to load the two crates back onto the Carry-All. He quickly skidded to a halt and came to attention facing the hold of Dearil's ship, all while he and the chief were continuing to simply just mess with his head at this point. A moment of entertaining, spontaneous solidarity between Dearil and the Chief of the cruiser Hammerhand. Dearil blinked and stopped yelling at Grafton, and the Chief Petty Officer followed suit not long after. "Hey, Grafton." the chief started, "I'm over here. What are you doing?"

Grafton looked over the Dearil and chief, then cautiously pointed into the ship. They both followed the notional line that was being drawn and saw two men in black armor stepping out of Dearil's Carry-All, both bearing the mark of the Imperial Secret Service. Dearil raised a brow. They weren't on his ship before... Wait... Why do they have crates on my ship?! Dearil shot a look at the chief, who patted Dearil's shoulder, "Ah yeah, that's what I was originally coming here for. You have some guests accompanying you on your next flight. Oh and I think you're next destination has been changed too."

Dearil looked down at his datapad to check his flight path, and he had indeed noticed that the order of ships he was flying to was changed. In fact... His runs were seemingly coming to an end. What was supposed to be a whole day of flying between eight different ships of the fleet became a one-way ticket to a single ship. The Roanoke. Dearil rubbed the back of his head, if the ISS was involved, there really wasn't much he could do about it. But why the secrecy? What were they even doing on the Hammerhand to begin with? Why the rush to move to the Roanoke? But he collected himself and waved off the deck crew, "Sorry, boys, canteen isn't opening this time due to... ISS." he gestured to the black armored figures waiting patiently for him on the cargo ramp.

The crew groaned and slumped when they realized their work had been for nothing. Not that Dearil could help the matter at all. "Sorry, everyone. I'll spend some extra time and have more goodies for you on my next flig-" he caught the burning gaze of the Chief with his hands at his sides, "I mean my canteen is off limits and I will most certainly not be selling un-vetted goods out of the back of my ship on my next flight in. Nope. Not at all."

Dearil heard a few deck hands struggling to contain their snickers and laughs as he paid lip service to the Chief. Everyone knew it was formality. He'd be back and selling his goods the next day, and Dearil and the Chief would once again be having their meaningless (and scheduled) back and forth. Satisfied, the Chief left the cargo hold, and the deck crew began to disperse. Dearil sighed and looked back at the ISS agents, and made his way onto the ramp. The agents wordlessly watched him until he was about to step into the ship. One of the grabbed onto his shoulder firmly to stop him. Dearil scowled, "Hey, what gives?"

"Hello, Dearil. It's been a while," a feminine voice said from further in the cargo bay.

Dearil looked past the ISS agent and spotted the source of the voice. His shoulders relaxed, and Dearil let out a very long sigh, "Ahh shit..."

Coming of Age {Hero RP Looking for Partner}

I like that second plot idea!

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Oop! Sorry! I thought I replied to this. >.< It would appear Auriel's hypothetical bird brain has manifested in my very head.

Yeah I'm cool with having Auriel join the others. But I'll wait for another round before posting again.

Small-town setting, world-building, multiple characters (M for F, 18+)

This actually sounds kind of wholesome and fun!

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

@WhoamiBefore I get out a post what do you intend to do. You can engage with the heroes if you make your way inside but you can also talk to marcino

@vancexentan

I'm cool with whatever. She could come and help in the fight against Rayla if you want that :D

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Rearguard

(Mood Music)

Auriel had spent her time at the cave entrance wracked with anxiety. The inexperienced heroes had gone into the cave alone to hunt down an infamous bandit lord. She didn't want to disobey their command to remain at the rear to cover their flank, but she found herself toying with the thought to turn and follow in after them. After all, in a cave, long swords like Cole's would serve as a detriment to him as he likely wouldn't have enough room to swing in his deadly arcs. It would limit his offensive options and make him predictable. And if Fer was to take the lead, then the two would immediately find themselves on the defensive with the sword unable to reach past them. Auriel didn't know how wide or how high the cave was inside, so she was constantly thinking of the worst case scenarios. With her spear, Auriel could keep the enemy at a distance in the close quarters and still be able to deliver an unstoppable flurry of jabs at different angles. Her weaponry was best suited for the cave, and yet here she was, stuck with the gruff man that Auriel had come to dislike. Marcino.

Every once in a while, Auriel could hear the clang of metal of metal as weapons clashed. Auriel's anxiety would spike again and again, only to go down once she heard the cries of pain from voices she didn't recognize. They were doing well. Auriel took a deep breath and held it in her chest, only to let it out slowly in an attempt to calm her nerves. She hoped that Rayla would go down easily, and they could be done with this business as quickly as possible so they could prepare for their real task. Defending against the waves. Time was not on their side, and the longer this took, the more suffering would need to be endured by the innocent as a result of their lessened state of preparedness. This needed to be a swift and decisive battle.

As she waited, Auriel eventually lost the sounds of battle echoing from the cave. They must have pushed in quite deep... The thought of them walking into an unavoidable trap began to wrack at her, and she turned to Marcino. "If they're far enough in the cave, we'd best move a ways in after them. Who knows if there are branching paths or secret routes that could be used to outflank them in there. We need to ensure that doesn't happen."

She didn't wait for Marcino to debate her. He would have likely called her a worrywart or overprotective, and he'd be right. But she didn't want to hear it coming from his lips of all people. Auriel held her spear at the ready and moved quietly so she could focus on the sounds echoing through the cave. Thankfully the layout of the natural tunnel was quite linear, so it made it easy to follow after the heroes. The signs of brief battles littering the way. A body here. A splintered weapon there. But no dead Cole, no dead Fer. Thank the heavens. Then they entered into the first antechamber where the walls widened and the ceiling rose. Firelight glowed in the darkness, casting long shadows against the granite and limestone walls. She saw a number of dead bandits, and a handful that were on the verge of death. Marcino followed in after her and didn't seem bothered by the carnage. Auriel heard a wounded bandit groan and sputter. She stepped over to him, which made him reach for his sword. Auriel lowered to her knees and gently placed her hands over his weakened fist. She looked him in the eyes, "Please don't. Your fight is over." Her voice was calm and sweet, and there appeared to be no malice in her expression.

The bandit took a deep breath and stared back into her eyes, a mixture of hatred and fear on his face being washed away by the realization that she was allowing him to live. He eased his grip on the sword and let Auriel move his hand away from the weapon. As her hand rested on the back of his, he saw a golden light begin to emanate from her hand. He felt a rush of energy flow up through his arm that made him gasp quietly. Auriel smiled at him, her divine touch seeking to mend his lesser wounds and stem the tide of blood that came from his grave injury. Auriel pulled the torn tunic aside to inspect the wound. He wasn't going to survive it, not without immediate surgery which wasn't available. Auriel's face saddened, "I'm sorry..."

The bandit coughed as his breath hitched, "Who... who are you?"

Auriel kept her hands on his body to take away the pain. Her healing wouldn't stop the inevitable end, but she could ease his passing at the very least. "I am Auriel Asher. And you are?"

A tear streamed down the bandit's cheek, "Flint... Wh- why are you helping me? I've raped, murdered, and pillaged... I'm not worth your kindness..."

Auriel nodded slowly, "No one deserves to suffer. It is a dark and lonely end that breeds misery. It sours the soul and leaves behind malice to haunt the world. You are a criminal, aye... But you'd be much worse if you walked this world as a restless spirit."

The bandit kept his paling blue eyes locked with hers, "You'll stay with me then? As I pass?"

Auriel nodded to him, "Yes, Flint. Close your eyes, breathe slow, and drift away into a peaceful sleep."

The bandit nodded slowly back to her and did as he was told. His breath was shallow, but he did his best to slow it down. It didn't take long before his body's tenseness washed away. His breathing halted. His head lulled. Then he was gone. Auriel bowed her head, "Go with peace, Flint..." She let go of his hand and stood to face Marcino, who had his arms crossed and was waiting impatiently for Auriel to finish with her charity.

"Let's keep going. There may be others who need help deeper in the cave."

Falling Skies: Reboot ver 2

Pilot Profile

KIA

Redmond, Dearil

Age
32

Nicknames
The Ferryman

Kills
--DATA REDACTED BY ORDER OF THE IMPERIAL SECRET SERVICE--
--ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS SUCH DATA WILL BE CONSIDERED TREASON OF THE HIGHEST DEGREE--

Psychological Analysis
Dearil has become very aware of his own mortality after what he saw during his time in the Imperial Secret Service. Doing the dark and dirty handiwork of the Emperor has jaded Dearil over time, which negatively affected his relationship with his wife and daughter. Dearil has never looked back since leaving the ISS, and has found himself to be quite comfortable working a mundane job such as piloting a cargo transport. Dearil is a very lax kind of guy, preferring to throw formality out the window to live it up like every moment could be his last. He shows heightened levels of excitement and anxiety as he intends on leaving behind his military career in order to finally give his family the father it needs. With his MAS days behind him, Dearil often will often look back reverently at the good times as his chapter of duty draws to an end.

Personal Record
Dearil really doesn't talk much about his past, mainly because everyone knows he can't exactly say much about his history. It is no secret to his peers that Dearil once served in the Imperial Secret Service as a covert agent of the Emperor. Many people has simply resigned to the reality that finding out about the deeds he has committed during his mysterious tenure are best left unspoken. Being that his time in the ISS took up a large portion of his military career, Dearil found himself unable to relate to many of the rank and file soldiers of the regular military. Still, he tried his best. Once he was managed to transfer out of the ISS and become a transport pilot, Dearil took to his new job gleefully. No longer did he have to soak his hands with guilt.

Dearil has since flown for the 5th fleet in his trusty bucket of a transport, The River Styx. He has been running routine flights between all of the ships of the 5th fleet on the daily, transporting all the goods to allow for the fleet to operate at its best from weapons and ammunition to food and cigarettes. Being the guy who hands out the cigarettes to the stressed out marines and MAS pilots, Dearil has quickly been accepted among the fleet personnel as their favorite friend. Dearil's constant buzzing between all of the ships, taking small group of people and precious cargo to where they needed to go earned him the nickname 'The Ferryman'.

But the long times away from home and the constant threat of death at the hands of the Coalition has put a strain on Dearil's family life. After a while, Dearil struggled with that reality and eventually put in for his formal release from the UEE military. The process was slow and painstaking, but he had finally gotten the stamped forms back authorizing his release after the return of the 5th fleet.

Equipment
Personal Sidearm
Magboots
Picture of his wife and daughter
An old good luck charm that he has kept with him since his early days in the ISS

Transport Profile

Destroyed

The River Styx

Role
Heavy Cargo and Personnel Transport

Chassis
SHT-8 Carry-All

Description
The Carry-All is a multi-purpose heavy transport utilized by the UEE Spacy as a logistical craft. It is capable of a variety of cargo such as ship components, heavy weaponry, ground vehicles, MAS units, as well as up to a platoon of personnel. The Carry-All is capable of both spaceflight and atmospheric flight, and can also withstand the dangers of atmospheric reentry. Additionally, the Carry-All is equipped with a small warp drive to enable it to jump small distances independently. This warp drive practically allows a Carry-All to circumnavigate planets to run vital supplies to distant ships of the same battlegroup.

While Carry-Alls are traditionally used for logistics, they are large enough and armored enough to be used as combat dropships for heavy equipment into a hotzone. They feature only a very limited amount of firepower however, and thus they are required to be escorted by MAS units or fighters to avoid interception when being used in this role. Carry-Alls are large supply ships, and thus they require a rather sizeable landing zone on planet surfaces. They are not the best option for mountainous terrain or heavily forested regions. The Carry-All can hover however, which allows it to come to a stop over rough terrain in order to safely deploy MAS units from above.

Systems
Twin MG-88 Nose Turret

Mounted on the nose of the Carry-All is a twin-barreled ballistic repeater that fires fifty caliber rounds. It is adequate enough to provide suppressing fire to soft bodied targets such as infantry, ultra-light MAS units, and light vehicles. The weapon cannot however hold its own against harder targets like full on MAS units, tanks, fortifications. Additionally, the tracking on the turret is notoriously slow, which makes it ineffective for dogfighting or dealing with fast moving targets.

Falling Skies: Reboot (Mecha, Space Opera)

I have returned from my field exercise and will finally begin to be active this weekend! Glad to see people are still here!

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

I am now home and will be able to post this weekend! I did some reading of all the posts I missed but there was a lot to them. I think I got the gist of everything, but can I get bullet points of all the important bits in case I missed anything?