Zarkun

XCOM: Humanity's Rise

@Zarkun how does this work? I was unsure about the weapons, wanted the flame throwers for close quarters anti infantry and basically a shoulder mounted cannon that could be used occasionally. I enjoy watching other people play XCOM but I haven't played it directly myself.

Character Sheet

Name: Roman "Dragon" Antonov

Age: 27

Nationality: Formally Russian, now Martian

Base of Operations: Mars, New Boston

Class: MEC

Preferred Advanced Class: /// Experimental MEC Suit... /// Alpha...Omega...Niner /// Designation...{Unknown} // Grater Clearance Required To View Files... /// WARNING: <<<Unknown Log In Detected>>> /// Feed Terminated \\\

Equipment:
- Gatling Plasma Gun
- Shoulder Mounted Plasma Cannon.
- Wrist Mounted Flame Throwers.
- Standard Issue MEC Suit Type I with Fire Breather color Scheme

Backstory:
Growing up just a few years after the war was a bit rough. The area his family lived in was almost entirely destroyed. Other than being careful about alien and old war debris his upbringing was rather uneventful. He grew up and learned with his brothers and sisters, his parents worked construction and in the local factories whatever they could to help build their community back to their former glory.

However this was until the old alien weapon activated. A bomb that didn't go off in the initial invasion until an unknowing construction team set it off while excavating. 4 city blocks where vaporized instantly with the destruction enveloping another 5 blocks surrounding it. He was nearly an adult, he almost was caught in the explosion. Roman got out unharmed but the rest of his family where either caught in the initial explosion or died in the rubble with many others.

He enlisted right after this happened. Somehow he cleared the medical exams and went in to the heavy fighters first, but found his calling in a MEC suit. This time he didn't have to give up his arms or legs, however he still jumped at the chance for a brain implant that would better connect him to his suit but had a high probability of effecting his memory. With this and enhanced eyes he took on the role of a MEC suit operator.

Even with this he is still quiet around other people outside of combat and has difficulty understanding certain situations in social gatherings. His implant helps him excel in his suit but it dampens his humanity slightly. Along with this he still suffers from night terrors and sometimes extreme headaches or migraines. If you were to ask him why he took those experimental augments his answer would never change, "So others don’t have too."

Appearance:

A strong man with a strong build, blond hair and green eyes. he's not the best looking fellow but he knows what he is doing when it comes to the MEC suits. he stands right at 6 foot with more than a few scars adorning his muscled frame.

@ReusableSword

So a first important thing, for some measure of gauging how much damage a full impact shot would do, how does he get into and out of the MEC suit? Also, from the front or the back? Or is he a get in from the top type? As for weapons, it all seems fairly standard, though typically the "flame" throwers are called napalm throwers now. I...admittedly haven't decided on the route I want to take futuristic incendiary weaponry. There are many and they're all so good.

Continuing, arguably the Type 1 mech suit requires the removal of legs and arms, so this would be a Model 13, or MK 13. They're more customizable and don't require the removal of limbs. Just a clarification thing for me, but can he store, for lack of better wording, the shoulder cannon? Doesn't have to be, just wondering what you think on it. The only other thing is since you're our first MEC, did you have thoughts for an advancement line for MEC troopers?

XCOM: Humanity's Rise

I'll give your sheet a proper once over after I get home from work today.

XCOM: Humanity's Rise

@Zarkun so what do i have to do to qualify to be a MEC?

@ReusableSword

I should have outlined that and meant to, but I didn't. So just say you're a MEC and give me the weapons you'd be using. Remember that everything ranged pretty much is plasma based.

Halo: Aegis Team

Spartan Lucas Ryker

To Ryker's credit, he between watching the Sangheili pilot come sailing out of the troop bay and disembowel the first Brute she saw and the one nearest him exploding into chunks mid-swing for a bunch, the initial shock of the Pilot yelling a war cry and seeming fine quickly wore off as he danced back from a second Brute in melee range, avoiding a vicious left hook and countering with a powerful round house kick to the right side of the ape-man's face, stumbling them. "Copy that, Fireteam Lead." Before the Jiralhanae that Lucas had just roundhoused could recover, his wrist mounted energy dagger was activated and he rammed the weapon into the side of his head, twisting to ensure it was dead before pulling it free and moving on to the next opponent.

As he dashed at the Brute, who was distracted emptying spiker rounds into the corpse of his companion while the Sangheili was holding it up. “Transitioning! Cover me!” rang out as the body was suddenly dropped and the warrior dashed for the boxes, which prompted Ryker to draw his second SMG and open fire with both, pushing the humans into cover and distracting the Brutes enough to lighten up the fire they were putting on the Sangheili enough she could reach cover, even as the upper torso of a second Jiralhanae vanished in a puff of red mist and chunks. Taking cover behind a set of boxes stacked high enough he could stand, he reloaded the SMGs before holstering one and pulling out another frag. "Grenade out!" he called as the ball of death flew into the group of humans taking cover nearest him. The explosion would ideally kill most of them and wound the rest critically enough they couldn't fight further.

XCOM: Humanity's Rise

_{USS Bronzebeard
Orbit around Mars
1628 Shipboard Time}

As the specialist spoke, the Captain sat with his hands clasped in front of him with his chin resting on them, listening to every word she said and measuring the way she said it. Initially she started off with a fairly monotone voice, protesting the way that the Corporal had targeted her was unnecessary while stating former Specialist Blackwell’s perceived error. Towards the end, she became more passionate, a good sign to Gardner, before she caught herself and resumed monotone, stating that good soldiers follow orders. Well hearing that’s a bit of a disappointment… Standing, the Captain strode over to a bar where he poured himself and the Specialist a glass of whiskey, approaching her and offering one of the two small glasses to her.

“Well, I had been hoping to hear your honest opinion on his discourse, I can understand your concerns for why you were targeted. However, due to former Specialist Ria Blackwell’s actions, command sent down an edict that ALL legacies be informed of what happened and warned through the story what would happen if any others got ideas.” Regardless of whether or not Helene took the drink, he went to the viewport, where Mars, and the section of the planet beginning to return to a green and blue hue similar to Earth’s, were in full view. “Officially, that was supposed to come from me. But the Corporal wanted to keep respect levels for me as the squad captain high, so he took on the responsibility.” Turning back around, Trent sighs. “He didn’t enjoy it, if you think he did, Weisser. He did it to cover the squad’s ass and to keep opinions of me high and, by extension, squad moral high.” He took a swig of the whiskey in his hand before beckoning to the door.

“If you’ve nothing else to say, Specialist, the time is yours until shipboard training begins. I just...remember that good soldier’s also still human. Next time a superior officer says speak your mind, I’d suggest you do it. I won’t always be around after all.” Meanwhile, Damian was still working on his revolver, though he did observe Drachen as he fought the training dummy.

After a few minutes, after watching how he handled a series of jabs from it, he spoke up. “You won’t get any better at hand-to-hand fighting a dummy set to fight like a dummy. Try the Muton or Viper settings. Those might offer you some insight on what we’re going to expect.”

Halo: Aegis Team

Spartan Lucas Ryker

Lucas dances back again as the Jiralhanae takes a swing at him, barely avoiding a blow that would have sent the SPARTAN IV careening off of the rendezvous point and sailing to the ground. That was close. Gotta get this one down faster. The two monkey-men had recovered quickly enough from getting bowled over, though his positioning with the second of the two to get knocked over had allowed him to ram an energy dagger into his throat and jugular vein and he had been loosing blood quickly, though that had ceased to matter when carbine rounds impacted his back and down him. The first one...well, he was angry and swinging like a wildman who's only volition was to kill the enemy in front of him, which was the over all goal for the team right now, so fair was fair.

However, as he dodges another heavy uppercut from the Brute, he realizes the crashing sound he'd heard was not from the Banshees shooting down another Brute phantom, but from the one the rest of the team had arrived on crashing. Hearing the major call out that the pilots could be recovered from the crash, there was no hesitation from Ryker. Avoiding another attack and letting his shields absorb a small burst of assault rifle fire from a rebel before another member of the team gunned them down, one of his SMG's came free of its holster and he opened fire on the Brute in front of him. The large alien didn't expect the hail of bullets, but due to their caliber, it still took most of the clip to down it. Moving and reloading at the same time, Lucas opens the channel to the Major again.

"I'm heading down to retrieve our pilot friends, keep my covered when possible but focus on helping the rest of the team." Taking advantage of the opening provided by the Major's concussion rifle, he sprinted down the ramp towards the wreckage, the SPARTAN IV peppers an approaching group of six rebels with fire from his dual SMGs, downing three and wounding one while forcing the other three into cover a nearby the door way. Holstering one SMG, he expertly pulled a frag grenade free of his belt, the pin falling to the ground as his thumb pulled it free, counted to two and then tossed it, the explosive going off midair just inside the doorway and killing the other three. Reaching the wreckage relatively unharmed, though his shield was dangerously close to breaking, he began trying to pry open the troop bay door. "Anyone alive in there?! If you are, you need to help me get this open! Rebel forces will eventually get here if you don't hurry! Hello?!" The din of the battle around him hopefully helped hide his voice, but all the same, he needed the pilots, if they were alive, to hear him and hurry.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Damian Gerard|Outside Crocus

Damian nodded with a lopsided grin as he and his companions matched the young woman's pace. He contemplated her question as the four of them walked, Carmilla and Jaëger investigating the young woman and her scent and magical presence. "Well, I came through with my old unit a few times over the years and I've passed through a few times since I resigned from the Royal Army, but I've never really stayed and explored. So I guess the best answer is I know some parts better than others." Finishing first, Jaëger trotted around his master's guildmate to his right side, satisfied with his investigation of the woman. Carmilla, on the other hand, was still sniffing and investigating.

"Oh right, I'm Damian, Damian Gerard. These two are Jaëger and Carmilla, my companions. I'm...not sure what Carmilla is doing other than being extra thorough, but typically she's the more easy going of the two. Jaëger here, well, he once bit off a man's hand for looking at me wrong." The male growled an affirmative and Damian sighed. "But anyways, yeah, before I heard about Fenixtear, I was a wandering mage." Pulling his articles of clothing back, he appraised the woman he was walking with. She had been the water mage in that fight and he found himself unable to contain his questions until a more suitable time, his brain needing details to fill in the mental profile he was making.

"If you don't mind me asking miss, what kind of magic was that back there? Standard water magic or something more specialized, like perhaps maker magic?" If it was the former, her skill was damned impressive from his own little contact with water mages that didn't think he needed to take a shower after two months on the road and if it was the latter, than he was that much more impressed, as Maker magic was incredibly difficult to master from what he knew of the subject. In fact, he had already thought of several defensive plans using both forms, though admittedly most of them worked better with maker than normal water magic, but they would work either way.

Halo: Aegis Team

Spartan Lucas Ryker

Lucas had followed Aviza and Vael from their incident at the turret they knocked out to the rendezvous point, but once the fleet had appeared, the need for stealth was a lesser concern and he turned one of his two SMGs on a nearby patrol of URF soldiers and fired, putting them down before they could register what was happening. With everything happening and the swarm of phantoms descended on the base, he had no clue of knowing which one was heading to pick up the rest of the team as the group of three moved towards the roof. Another pair of URF troopers tried to move up behind them, unaware of the cloaked figures, who were extra hidden by the sandstorm. Swapping from his SMG to the DMR, two head shots dropped the pair where they stood.

"Won't lie, not having to worry about shielding around the head is a nice change of pace." Another pair of shots dropped two more URF soldiers, their bodies hitting the ground and disappearing in the storm. As they neared the top, the sight of Jiralhanae and a heavy URF squad getting ready to attack the rest of the team drove the SPARTAN IV to action. Storing his DMR on his back as he dashed past Aviza and Vael, his twin energy daggers coming free as he rammed his shoulder into the first Brute he reached. "Grikgar, hit those heavies with plasma!"

The Brute wasn't expecting an invisible SPARTAN, who suddenly became visible upon impact, to ram into him and went sprawling with the SPARTAN IV leaping on top of him and ramming one dagger into his neck and the other into his forehead. Ryker didn't even wait for the overgrown ape to stop moving before the twin blades came free and he leapt off to slide across the roof into the legs of another Brute, knocking him over and into the legs of a third. However, Lucas knew he was gambling being away from the others like this, but he was confident enough in his CQC skills to stay safe until the numbers were thinned out.

XCOM: Humanity's Rise

_{Hartford Military Base
New Star, Mars Colony
1115 hrs Local Time}

Captain Gardner allowed the others to walk by before tapping the Corporal on the shoulder as he walked by, indicating to walk with him just out of earshot of the new bloods while keeping them in sight. “Bit heavy back there, don’t you think?” Corporal Renser shrugged, pulling out a toothpick and putting it between his teeth, chewing it a little before replying, any attempt at hiding his accent gone.

“Perhaps a wee bit, but if it means I’m not rubbin’ me blarney stone every ten minutes that we all make it home, I’d do it again. Let the gal resent me a bit, she wouldn’t be the first and I doubt she’ll be the last. Though, I have some concerns about Private Devries. I think she’s spent a wee too much time in the dating sims.” Trent shook his head and sighed.

“I’ll...have to look into it. But for that first bit, you Irish are a strange lot, you know that?” The only response as they walked up the ramp onto the skimmer was a chuckle from the Corporal as he took his seat near the exit. Meanwhile, the Captain stood before the seat nearest the cockpit and looked over his squad. “Alright, we’re looking at about a ten minute flight to the USS Bronzebeard. From there, the time is yours to spend as you see fit. Well mostly.” As the Holy Mackerel rumbled from take off, the captain stayed standing. “There’s a couple of team exercises planned to get used used to first working as a squad and second as a part of a larger force in preparation for the attack, which will take place near the end of the trip so the drills are fresh in our minds.”

Finally sitting, the Captain secures himself as the ship begins shaking from breaking atmosphere and heading into orbit, where the USS Bronzebeard is waiting for them. “That’s all I have for you for now, so once we’ve gotten you situated, as I said, the time is yours.”

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_{USS Bronzebeard
Orbit around Mars
1622 Shipboard Time}

The trip to the Bronzebeard certainly proved to be quick, and landing was so smooth, none of the new recruits knew they had reached their hangar until the Mackerel’s loading ramp opened, with the Corporal down first. During combat, his job would be to ensure that their skimmer isn’t rushed during insertion, but right now, he was simply to guide the new bloods to their line-up position. Once everyone was in position, the Captain stood just in front of them at their right with the Corporal standing behind him. Several other squads were lined up similarly, though there was much more variation to them than to Ox Squad, several containing MEC troopers and even the shimmering advanced concealment cloaks of Strikers. There was no sound after everyone lined up, just stretching silence.

After what would have felt like an eternity, three figures walked out of a door on the other end of the hangar, towards the depths of the Super Heavy War-Cruiser. Two were clearly armored up in the Praetorian armor of the personal guards of Military Command while the third bore the military uniform of none other than Brigadier General Joseph Hartman, who had led the purging of the Europa Chrysalid hives from the frontlines no more than six years prior. Standing on a podium that had risen up in the center of the hangar, his glowing red cybernetic eye unflinching. “Ladies and Gentlemen of the XCOM Initiative, my fellow soldiers. Today marks the first time we’ve actively sought conflict with the Alien Hive Mind led by the Ethereals since they first touched down on Earth, over sixty years ago. Their technology and unfamiliar physiology gave them an early edge on the standard militaries of the world, but the UN and its allies had foreseen this possibility and created a task force specifically to counter any extraterrestrial threat, founded in the form of XCOM. Using ambush and guerilla combat tactics, the Commander single handedly turned a losing war into the greatest victory humanity has ever seen against any foe. It was because of XCOM’s R&D that we were eventually able to turn the tools and technology of the aliens against them and even the playing field, first through improved energy dispersion armor and laser weaponry and then through full Ostryx armor and plasma weaponry. Needless to say, XCOM was the foundation of victory for us.

But that victory did not come without its price, as the memorials show. Not to mention, thirty years ago, after the end of the War, Germany and the United States shut their borders to the rest of the world in response to the revelation that the enemy had been using mind control on their people to get results that cost an unnecessary loss of life. Germany has since rejoined the world at large and the United Earth Government in recent years and now we are prepared to launch our first real counter attack in nearly half a century. Among the long-time squads that are here today is a batch of new bloods,” at this point he points to Ox Squad, everyone’s eyes following his indication, “in Ox Squad, who’s job will be to take on and either contain or eliminate the Ethereal waiting for us on Arthan-3. Everyone else is to secure the stronghold and support them. Now, the UEG regulars don’t know that and we’re going to keep it that way. Far as they know, everyone has objectives that line up.” He looked over each and every squad assembled in the hangar before nodding. “For Humanity! Dismissed!”

And with that one word, the hangar became a flurry of activity as the squads gathered up their gear and split off down different doors heading into the War-Cruiser’s interior. Captain Gardner led his squad through a door on the right side of the hangar and down a series of halls that seemed to take them down lower before reaching a door with the head of an Ox painted on it as two other XCOM squads entered doors further away from them on either side, talking and laughing with each other. The path to their barracks and back to the hangar had been easy for the group to memorize and as they walked in, it wouldn’t be surprising if they decided to keep to themselves in their barracks, as it was most definitely one of the most advanced setups any of the newer recruits would have ever seen. “Welcome to Ox Squads barracks here on the Bronzebeard. Like I said, we do have independent facilities here, as you can see, but at least TRY to play nice with the UEG regulars. They’re what make up the bulk of our forces after all. Go ahead and get comfy, dismissed.” The Corporal was already on his way to a small section clearly intended for the squad's SIC and the Captain headed for the only other REAL closed door besides the showers and restrooms and opened it up, revealing an office.

The door closed behind him and Damian was content to set to cleaning his revolvers once his gear was stowed away, which left the others to do what they liked, including checking out the training and PT areas, the mess hall they had and the shooting range. After a few minutes, the Captain came out. “Specialist Weisser, a word before you get too deep into exploration.” He went back into his office and waited until she had come in and the door closed before speaking.

“Alright, Specialist. I know the Corporal gave you quite the roasting, so you have my permission to speak freely on the matter. Nothing you say to me will leave this room and I will not reprimand you for any of it. It wasn’t hard to see how that left you...unhappy and I need your mind clear for the upcoming mission.”

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

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