I do apologize for the late hour. For reasons of a tasteless joke I made about a character I actually quite like on /m/, I was unable to post until just now. If nobody is here, we will run tomorrow. If people are here, we will run now, but it will be a bit light because it's already quite late. In any case, the thread is up, so at least my friends know I haven't died horribly in a giant condor accident.

>>1028317
I still function so that is something. Figured it would be something, but that does happen.

>>1028317
Im awake Wong
Bring on the Iron Fists

>>1028317
You have at least one regular lurker here O mighty Wong.

>>1028314
Thank Jove, I thought you had died for a second there.

>>1028317
It was the trap thread wasn't it degenerate

>>1028317
Its funny you should mentions condors since I recently discovered that buzzards live near me.

I have the strongest players.

>>1028327

No, I just pointed out that Merribit from IBO has chemistry with one brown boy, another has a crush on her, and she's dating the black mechanic. I inquired whether her name was German or Swedish.

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Reporting in

At any rate, we struck it big in the last mission. Got a lot of money that can be used to get several of our projects running and even getting some assembly lines working. Honestly, I wonder if we should make the Roc space only, or at least a good number space only. Gives extra space for thrusters and bigger weapons, or we could get the stuff that makes transforming not take an action. Being able to change forms without a weak spot would be great to further improve heist hit and runs.

>>1028355
It'll save us money to make them space only. We won't be invading planets for a good long while and at that point we just develop a new planet based machine

>>1028359
Need stuff to fight in colony's though.

>>1028361
Colonies are small enough where flying shouldn't be a big deal if we're going by gundam logic

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“I do not need to be guarded, thank you. If these cuffs make you more comfortable, then by all means, leave them on, but you must realize they are only a psychological crutch. You feel more comfortable negotiating with prisoners than free people, correct?”

You ignore Lysa Fleur, walking ahead of her and stretching your legs after the journey back. Your body is still sore from the things Rosita wanted to do on the pile of gold coins, and you sincerely hope that none of those things devalued the price tag on those antiques...although if it did, you'd write it off as a minor loss. A great brawler of ancient Thailand on Terra once said that money is everywhere, but beautiful women are rare and precious. You wish you could attribute that fact to an extensive scholastic knowledge of badasses, but in truth...you just watched a lot of simflicks as a child. Rosita certainly isn't defending Lysa, she seems rather hurt that after trusting the younger idol the girl tried to smash your skull with a fire extinguisher, much as you deserved it.

“I have given it some long thought, and I have decided that, perhaps, I should maybe consider forgiving you for your prank. You have, according to your files, had a troubled upbringing and issues with authority.” Lysa continues.

“No I don't.” You remark, “I'm very good with authority, just look at this.” You sweep your arm to indicate your battle fleet, or at least those parts of it docked for maintenance at Auditorium's spaceport, “I started out with one ship. One.”

“So did my aunt. Now she has-” Lysa tries to cut in, but you cut her off. You know what she's going to say.

“None. They aren't hers. Jovian tax dollars and political corruption pay for them.” You counter smoothly.

[Continued]

>>1028314
heyo wong was wondering if you cancelled or not

>>1028364
Yeah but space type hydraulics dont work in gravity.

>>1028361
That is true. Defensive line mechs or ones for gravity environments in general will always need a use and trying to make them only when needed will cause problems. Having our pirate raiders doing our simple patrols being space only is fine, but the cost cutting isn't worth it if we need to spend it on more all terrain mechs for defense.
>>1028364
Still has gravity though. Problem with Space mechs. Stuff like the moon's surface would be fine, but the sort of enviroment for our factories, colonies, and important hubs would have gravity too strong for our machines.

>>1028368
>>1028369
Our mech, Sam's, and Oda's worked when we attacked Suleiman.

>>1028376
Thats because they all have regular hydraulics.

>>1028379
Didn't know that, thought we just all were speced for space

>>1028376

I basically ignore environmentals, and your mech is assumed to work fine in either space or grav environments unless you specifically have some factor from the ATM giving you points for being space-only or ground-only or something.

I'm personally against making space-only mecha.

>>1028383
Naw man. Space only gives you a 0.1 discount.

>>1028387
Never mind then

>>1028384
Fair enough. I'll respect the F-type a bit to fit that. Should be fine and still be quite maneuverable considering the heavy hydraulics eat some spaces. Won't be as crazy, but should still get 10 MA a action with a good booster pack.

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Lysa stomps her foot, “Didn't your mother ever tell you that if you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all!”

“No. Who even says that? Without criticism, nobody ever improves.” You riposte, spotting Miles and raising your hand in a casual wave. Of course, you're excited about your haul, but you can't just lose your cool in front of a potential enemy.

“You've certainly made that clear, Mis-ADMIRAL Starwind.” Lysa corrects herself, wilting as Rosita casts a baleful gaze at her over her shoulder. The pirate idol has a bruise on her forehead from where she was accidentally thwomped with the extinguisher, and is not the most forgiving of creatures this early in the morning. She wanted to stay in bed, but you, bursting with enthusiasm at the idea of all the projects you could complete, insisted on waking up before noon.

“I'm very good at that.” Phlegmatically annoying Lysa is a lot more fun than you imagined it would be. Perhaps it's a bad sign that being a bully is so much fun.

“Nobody ever said you weren't talented. Admiral Starwind, as I was saying, I think I should forgive you. Yes, what you did was wrong, it was immature, petty, puerile, childish, small-hearted, cruel, and entirely beneath a person of your many accomplishments, but I firmly believe that I understand you better because of it.” Lysa nods firmly, clasping her cuffed hands together.

>[Ask why]
>[I don't even want to know!]

>>1028400
>You're not getting out of those cuffs just because your sucking my dick, just ask Rosita.

>>1028400
>>[Ask why]
It's going down in my 'reasons to laugh at Keith' folder either way.

>>1028400
>>[Ask why]
Dive down the Rabbit whole

Oh man when this wasn't up at the normal time I went off to do other things for the evening, wasn't expecting to find up when i came back

>>1028400
>[Ask why]

>>1028400
>[Ask why]

>>1028400
>>[Ask why]

>>1028400
>>[Ask why]
Into the mind of a child

>>1028346
Oh Snap

Also, almost died after a week of no MSPQ. Cold Turkey on this is not advisable.

>>1028400
>[Ask why]
Time for bully

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“This should be good for a laugh. Why?” You ask.

She smiles, “You've resolved not to kill us. This frustrates you, because you greatly dislike Keith and I, so you take it out on us through rudeness and pranks. The typical space pirate would have just tried to shoot down Keith and attempted to rape me long ago.”

You shrug, “I don't kill people I don't have to kill. It's just bad business.”

She nods eagerly, “Yes, yes! You see? Even if you approach it from the most amoral perspective we CAN find common ground and have a dialogue. At any rate, you did a great deal of good! Perhaps you were concerned about us in your own small way, surely you were interested in seeing the fallout of your misdeeds, were you not?”

“No, not really.” You remark, watching Miles cut her way through the crowd. You can't actually see the short woman above their heads, but you can see the path she clears with her elbows and foul language, like a shark in shallow water.

“Be that as it may. Despite your many, many, many moral failings, you are a living example of the power of love transforming someone for the better. I have faith that, in some way, you wanted to see whether those around me would support me or not.” She clasps her hands together more tightly, eyes shining.

“I wanted to see whether I could give someone a heart attack from across the galaxy, actually.” You remark dryly. It's completely ineffectual.

“I'm sure your ego made you say that. My aunt was...very, very nasty. She said some things that I am sure will come back to haunt her in a moment of clarity, when her rage cools, and she will know regret. That itself is divine providence, she greatly deserves a sharp shock for certain reasons.” For a moment, you're not sure that's really her behind you, and you have to glance behind you to ascertain that the cold growl you heard came from the silly pink girl.

“And your boyfriend? How did he take it?” You're praying to hear something juicy, but as always, Lysa's immediate presence ruins everything for you.

“He fainted! Then he said that it was alright, he'd fight the entire UJCIDF for my freedom and run away with me! We'd elope and start a family together, EEEEE!” She squeals, spinning in a little circle that makes her long hair whip out behind her like the tail of a comet with enthusiasm, “He's the best, the best! But...I already know that. He suffered rather a lot, recently, to stop my aunt from taking out her anger on me he diverted it onto himself.” The enthusiasm abruptly fades.

>[You have a great chance to interrogate someone in Fairchild's inner circle while they aren't expecting it, what will you ask about?]

>>1028445
>And you just let it happen? Some girlfriend you are.
She might drop some info if we get her angry

>>1028445
>Why Keith? What makes him so special that Fairchild is willing to forgive him time and time again, especially since he's your boyfriend?

>>1028445
"Seems like this isn't the first time she does that. How did the others take it? Last I checked, corpral punishment without criminal charges can end pretty badly." Poke the sore spot and get a look at who is also in the room and hope she spills about any other officials. Finding out who is IN her inner circle is incredibly important, even if it's a preliminary search.
>>1028449
I'd rather she got mad at Fairchild than us. She's a vindictive bitch and we can use that to great degree. A small bit of payback by letting something slip as it were. After all, we saw her do the same thing with Naomi.

>>1028454
She might not like Fairy, but she's smart enough to not leak info if we're blatant about it. We have to trick her into saying something

>>1028445
>Never saw Fairchild as one to get her hands dirty with a foul thing like torture. It seems like something that would be beneath her, something she'd pawn off to one of her "pets".

Interesting, nobody is asking the question I expected you to ask. It's one that isn't a dig at Lysa or Fairchild or some request for details about Keith being beaten up. I'm ignoring questions about the beating because Roarke has no reason to suspect it happened. Be sensible, if you just make fun of her she'll clam up.

>>1028456
Hence sidelining it with some concern. Have her think about the people in the room and remember that her knowledge of us is limited. She may think we know the whole group there, so if she mentioned Bethany.. we could use that to pry deeper. Remember, one of the transports we found that had green skulls in it had Lysa's name attached to it if I recall.

>>1028460

To clarify, I'm ignoring questions that presume Roarke knows corporal punishment transpired.

>>1028460
You mean the First Mate? That is a question I could poke at considering our vendetta and how she was a possible candidate. There is also the Neverland project as well that we can poke at considering how skilled she is as a pilot for being a idol only.

>>1028451
Seconded, wanna know why the loser keeps getting breaks.

If we had a combat record like him we'd be dead by now.

>>1028461
She's smart enough to know not to tell us anything we can use against Fairy so acting kind will just put her on alert that we're digging, her getting emotional is the best chance for her to let something slip

>>1028463
Another person we can poke at for that is Bruce Kelly. Apparently he was the guy who supposedly killed the 'Real' First Mate. Either way, getting some information or seeing if she ran into the person that fit the description that the good doctor told us about would help.

>>1028468

By the way, what thread was that in? I keep a lot of notes, and I'm hoping I didn't reveal more or less than I thought I did.

>>1028471
Thread 27 after the Green Skull battle at auditorium. We pondered it a bit, but we were not sure who the first mate was. Either way, we did get info from Oda that there was a transport by Lysa that held green skulls in the fight. Give me a bit to find that one as well.

>>1028471
Aftermath of the First Battle of the Auditorium. When Sam was looking into the records of First Mate and told Starwind that he was killed in the capture of Kelly.

>>1028478

Perfect, right in line with my notes.

>>1028482
There was also the person who sneaked on the Siren Shuttle during our rescue of the Cohens, killed someone and snuck out in a harpy, but that's a bit too much info unless needed. Fact remains, she is the strongest First Mate lead we could get.. and I almost forgot about it.

>>1028493
And we already know its Bethany, one of Fairchild's lovers. But Roarke hasn't pieced it together yet seeing as he hasn't interacted with Bethany before.

>>1028499
Indeed, she has the most tells and implications are there, but we need proof and evidence alongside a proper means to deal with her drones. Honestly, a anti drone system might be a good idea to develop. Aside from dealing with Pallies, it could be used in fighting the control on Naomi. Use something to mess with the frequency for her commands. Like a musical override.

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“I don't get it, personally. You and your aunt, what exactly do you see in Keith? He has a miserable combat record.” You remark.

Lysa giggles slightly, “You think so? I suppose you wouldn't know, you're rather an odd case. Didn't you think it strange that there are so few pirate bands remaining? Did you think it was all the Green Skulls? SOUL B has been fighting pirates nonstop even before formally I joined the unit as a replacement pilot. Keith is personally responsible for shooting down four pirate captains by now. I imagine your blonde bride never told you about that, did she? She was so disappointed that she didn't even get to fight in a few of those encounters, I hear. I told you before and I don't think you believed me, but he really does admire you greatly. He may not like you, but he respects your skill and thinks you're more dangerous than any of the Paladins so far. He actually got quite impassioned on the subject. He's convinced the golden Paladin commanding their Solar expeditionary force ran from you on 16-Psyche. As for me...Keith is everything I love about humanity, everything I fight for. He's warm, passionate, devoted, honorable, fiercely loves justice, a brilliant pilot, merciful, kind, understanding...and fantastic in bed.” She hugs herself tightly.

“Speaking of SOUL B, didn't they have another pilot? I heard references to someone wearing a mask, someone even General Fairchild treated with respect. SOUL B initially had Clemmy, Keith, and this person. Who are they?” You look at her closely.

She blinks at you, “The third pilot? Why do you want to know about that person?”

“Because they killed my Captain. Because they might have killed my brother, too.” You work hard not to let your feelings show in your voice.

“Mmmh. Of course Lieutenant Farragut wouldn't know. My aunt was hoping to avoid trouble between them, for some reason.” She shrugs, “I'm just a little songstress, what do I know?”

“A little songstress can know quite a lot, dear. Now answer my darling's question.” Rosita pounces on the evasion before you can. She's fast. “A young woman with a bright future, a fan of mine, is dead because of her and I want to know who killed her.”

“You're awfully talented for a S-Pop idol. Caesar Merrow isn't a slouch, and you were holding him off for a while according to his account. Where did you learn to fly like that?” You remark.

Her lips form a tightly compressed line, “Heinrich Merrow is a blasphemous waste of talent. He's been spoiled, deliberately, by a soft life. I suspect because his father was trying to live vicariously through him, or else to avoid creating someone else like him. Rudolph Merrow is unquestionably a hero of Sol, but you shouldn't believe everything you see in the simflicks, he is a ruthless and bitter man with a dark shadow hanging over him. If he had just captured Naomi Heim, perhaps we could have saved her.”

[Continued]

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“And perhaps by 'saved', you mean your aunt would have brainwashed her. Who needs a personality, when they can shoot where the General points?” Your anger seeps into your voice a little.

“You certainly dodge well.” Rosita remarks, “Lysa, answer my darling's question. I will not ask you politely again.”

Lysa sighs, “I didn't want to talk about it. People already accuse us of being too similar, but the truth is I look up to you. A lot of women do. I have a lot of natural talent and I've worked really, really hard to be good at everything I have potential for. That's all.”

“And the masked pilot?” You ask sharply, yet again.

“If I told you, would you exact vengeance even at the cost of your own soul?” Lysa responds, a bit sharply.

“Yes.” You bluntly reply.

“That is precisely why I won't tell you. It would be the end of my life to reveal that information regardless of what you already know. You have no reason not to act on it, after all!” Lysa huffs indignantly. “They're an ace pilot specializing in black ops. Don't you have someone from UJCIDF Intelligence? That's the person to ask.”

“She doesn't know either.” You inform her, “Your aunt likes to play things close to the chest, except where cute girls are concerned.”

“My aunt's tragic love life is the reason for the person she is today. There is much to criticize her for, but it's wrong to look down on someone for wanting to love and be loved in return. You, Roarke Starwind, should know that better than anyone else.” The young idol shakes her head, “That said, she's made some very poor choices. An opportunistic ace with an interest in powerful people snared her heart, and corrupts her more by the day. Despite Keith's accomplishments, defeating pirates doesn't play well enough on the propaganda vids when we have an actual war bubbling up, and this woman goads my aunt to greater and greater extremes. Worse than any golddigger is someone who hunts for power at the cost of all else. Power should never be an end in and of itself, that's the most cancerous mindset a person can have. Power must be sought only for a cause, or it's worthless...and you know that, don't you? You didn't just acquire a fleet for no reason. All along, there was something you wanted to hunt, then something you wanted to protect.”

[Continued]

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“Is this ace the masked pilot?” You ask, focusing on what interests you. You know what you're fighting for. You don't need to be told.

Lysa shrugs, “By the time I was assigned to replace Lieutenant Farragut, she wore no physical mask...but perhaps her position was a mask in and of itself? Who would suspect the General's aide and secretary of being as dangerous as she is? As vicious? As cunning?” Her hands tighten into fists, “To tell the truth, I am getting angry just thinking about her. Perhaps there are some weeds in the garden of mankind that deserve to meet your fists, and perhaps I am biased. Perhaps I want to see you tear her apart, and the fact that I can feel so much anger frightens me."

>[Ask about Project Neverland, revealing that you know about Project Neverland's existence]
>[Hold your tongue]

>>1028526
>>[Hold your tongue]

>>1028526
>[Hold your tongue]
Info about Project Neverland is a powerful political Trump Card. Letting Lysa know robs us of that trump card.

>>1028526
>>[Hold your tongue]

Thank her for telling us this at least.

>>1028526
>[Hold your tongue]
Much as I want to, this is something we need to dig into a bit more before revealing our hand. We still have the logs, and they likely have more info than that. Besides, bet that phrase has other uses that I do not want to risk.

>>1028526
>[Hold your tongue]

>>1028526
>[Hold your tongue]

I can't help but feel we're being slightly mislead here. Not completely, but enough that I wouldn't take what she says without a few hefty grains of salt and some fact checking.

>>1028545
Well. while Lysa or Bridgette are both the most likely, there is also the option of them Both being the first mate. At least, when it comes to certain scenarios. That transport is an example(which is also Chapter 27. How did I miss that?). Either way, some things add up and some don't. We need that connecter to fit everything into place.

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“Anger is a part of being human. Rule it, don't let it rule you, that's what my teacher says.” You cross your arms.

Lysa smiles, “You were right, Rosita. He can be reasonable.”

“Don't rope me into this.” Red Siren hrmphs.

“No, it's alright. Thank you, Lysa. Welcome to Auditorium. You're staying under guard, but that's for your own protection as well as ours. I'm glad things turned out well with Keith. Maybe the two of you really should run away together. It's not safe being around General Fairchild.” You adjust your shades. Miles is approaching. She's skipping. Skipping. Her smile is radiant as starlight. This is profoundly disturbing. Red Siren's First Mate is hurrying along behind her, less exuberantly.

“Katheriiiiiiine!” Rosita waves, “I have work for you!”

In Katherine's eyes you see the signs of a woman who knew this from the moment she saw her boss. Poor girl.

“Thank you for your concern, Admiral Starwind, but we can't. Maybe when the war is over, if we all survive. I pray every day for happiness for the human race. Not just for us, but for Avalon as well.” She lowers her voice, “Don't tell my aunt that. It's not their fault that they're fighting us. We all know what the Green Men can do.”

“Ka-the-riiiiiiine!” Rosita merrily shoves Lysa over to Katherine, “Show her to her quarters, find some NICE girls to guard and look after her, pick up a swimsuit and show her the beach, I'm sure going swimming will improve her mood.”

“Yes ma'am.” Katherine sighs, “This way. Please follow closely behind me.”

[Continued]

>>1028560
I should not like Lysa.
I should not like Lysa.
I should not like Lysa.

>>1028560
You know, even if she wins the Space Jam, I don't think she will ever truly know peace.

>>1028563

Katherine is a girl who's earned some happiness more than most.

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“DUDE! Buddy! Have I ever told you that you're like a big bro to me?” Miles with shining, dewy eyes and a big smile is something you could have happily gone without. This is just disturbing.

“I'm guessing you saw the cargo manifest on the Megamule.” You adjust your shades again.

“Aw, Dude, I'm just happy you're home safe...with all of that treasure...don't be like that.” Miles clasps her hands together like one of those girls from Oda's animes. You're going to have nightmares.

You pat her head. That should piss her off.

“I just need a liiitttle bit of a pay advance. Parts for my new baby aren't cheap, and even Karen and Cornelius can't work without 'em...” Her radiant smile doesn't change. You can smell the greed wafting off her, thick and cloying, “Oh, and so does Richard.”

“Dude, my friend, my thane, welcome home.” You hear Richard's growl in your ear before his burly arm clamps around your neck in a headlock. It's easy for you to get free, you're a lot better at hand-to-hand than he is, but there are two of them and before you can stop them you're being hugged from both sides.

“Uncomfortable! Uncomfortable! Off! Off! You're creasing my jacket!” You complain, shoving at your buddies.

“Nay!” Richard proclaims, “We must congratulate our Admiral on his victories.” His craggy face glows with the intensity of his smile.

“Alright! Fine! I'll pay you early!” You grumble, and the two of them high-five over your shoulder, “Now get off me before my wives get jealous.”

“Oh no, don't mind me.” Rosita crosses her arms smugly, “I'm enjoying this. It's so good to see the Kestrels get along so well.”

“You're one too! I order you to save me!” You protest, trying to shove your First Mate and Bosun away.

Rosita titters coquettishly, pulls out a fan, and flaps it at her face, “Silly darling, I'm going to be your wife. I don't have to take orders.”

“Don't tell Rich that! He'll start thinking he doesn't have to be my designated get-things-down-off-the-top-shelfer if rank stops applying!” Miles complains. That sets your heart at ease a little.

[Continued]

>>1028581
That mental image left me in stitches and diabetic. Wong pls.

>>1028581
Moe and Caesar must never know this trick less they try it themselves.

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“Who's that? One of your crew? I don't recognize her, why's she in cuffs?” Miles snaps her fingers abruptly, “Ah-ha, let me guess. You caught her trying to steal Roarke's shades to sell on the holonet and now she's being punished.”

“No, no. That's the girl I'm doing my concert with. Lysa Fleur. She's...a bit odd, but she's a lot better once you get to know her, really!” Rosita insists.

You grunt noncommittally.

“Oh motherfucking fuck, I thought I recognized her, it's that pink bitch.” Miles slaps her own forehead, “The one whose machine Richard got. You know it plays S-Pop whenever it starts up, right? We were up almost all night scouring her off of it.”

Richard nods sadly.

“I mean, I was hoping for some cockpit nookie, but it was just...too weird.” Miles continues talking. You wished she didn't. Cockpit nookie is a sacred thing and not for Miles to taint, “Anyway, tell me everything! All about it!”

So you do. By the time you're done, Miles is scowling.

“...And once you contact the Jovian government to negotiate a buyback, I want you to arrange for the other matter, and set up funding for these projects.” You take her PC, and transfer a file from yours to hers, you had time to plan this out on your way back.

“We're not giving it all back, though.” Rosita winks, “I made sure not everything we took is on that list.”

“Dude, Red, you two are an awful influence on each other. I know you want this sister of yours at your wedding, Red, but...” Miles holds her hands up helplessly, “For fuck's sake, I can't get the two of you through the Gate of Jupiter. No fucking body could get you through the fucking Gate of fucking Jupiter, especially not after this. It worked because it's outside your usual turf and nobody was expecting the fucking Kaiser out of fucking nowhere. That's not happening now. After shit went down on Mars security on the Gate got beefed up to the fucking max and you want to go into a fucking war zone to steal a top Bahamutcorp techie who's probably nestled at the heart of a military base.”

“B-but...” Rosita's lower lip quivers, “But my baby sister...I just want her to be at my wedding!” She wails, distraught. A long and successful career of piracy has not entirely changed the demanding teenage idol underneath, “I'd be at hers! She has to be there! She has to!”

Miles and Richard wince, Miles holding her hands out, “Look, I'm the fucking best, I know, but I'm only human. I can maybe get someone through if they don't have a criminal record, but the two of you are going to get flagged the second you try to board a shuttle through the Gate.”

>[What do?]

>>1028595
>We get the Martians to do it. We become diplomats for the Martians to go to Cat planet. The Martians do have diplo-immunity right? Heck, get Hakim to let us invite Red's sister over in person.

>>1028595

I know, we can send Caesar.

He's still technically on SOUL payroll and has no criminal record.

Whats more he has met Amos.

>>1028595
Then here is the tricky part. We COULD send someone like Caesar or Moe, but it is a risky mission with no reward for him and can screw things over. Setting up a video call to her may be feasible, but as is we don't really have anyone who's good enough to go through freely. Any of our wives would be obvious and our SOUL pilots won't do either since they are 'under cover'. We also don't know where she is exactly so we can't just go to Cat land.

>>1028595
We must have some trusted Kestrels who don't have a criminal record, or aren't listed as Deserters or MIA from the Jovian Armed forces right?

>>1028602

Technically the people mentioning Moe and Caesar are correct. Mohammed flat-out doesn't have a criminal record. He was on Mars, yes, but the Martians aren't exactly in a rush to slap criminal offenses on one of Fatima's bodyguards going along to help rescue Fatima, and all he did there was play rearguard and kill bandits. SOUL A aside from Samantha is still officially "on special assignment" because of Fairchild covering her ass.

How about sending Moe and Caesar together?

If push comes to shove, Caesar's credentials as SOUL should help him push through any obstructive security and Moe is absolutely trustworthy.

Also this lets moe take a quick sidetrip either on the way out or back to see his beau.

>>1028602
>>1028598
The problem is that whoever we send is going there on a suicide mission where we don't know where they are.
>>1028605
Hmmm.. Might be an idea to Send Pierre, Moe, and Caesar as a group. At least with Pierre there is a reason if he's sending out wedding invitations to his sister's wedding, and he serves as a solid supporter for the other two.

>>1028605
So Consensus is to let Moe and Caesar handle the invitation? IMHO, I still think we get the Martians to get us through. We do need a relationship beyond one dead Sheikh with Mars in order to get an independent Belt Nation.

>>1028611

We should be able to work together something. Use Fatima's backing to put together a small authorised shipment of material to the base and have the two of them on board the vessel as well?

>>1028611

It's not a bad thought, but your ties with Mars aren't necessarily that strong yet. You're still in the "earning their trust" phase, it's not like you're marrying Hakim himself.

With that, I think we have a plan. See you tomorrow, guys,

>>1028620
Aye, take it easy Wong.

Glad we got to quest tonight despite the late start.

>>1028624
Night Wong
See you tomorrow

>>1028595
Could always try to get her to come to us. What does she do for a living?
Then proceed to bribe her using caesar

>>1028595
A couple of options: first, what are the rules for searching diplomatic packages? There probably are some diplomats on Jove that aren't particularly enamored of the SSL right now and would probably be amiable to bribes. Could get some equipment by that way. Alternatively, I suppose one of the independent systems with an office could hire one of our ships as a consular vessel if they wanted some experienced mercenaries.

In the age of the space internet, couldn't we just send a message/invite? On the flipside, clemmy wants Fairchild there, so when she needs an honorguard we request Amos (after doing some info gathering and figuring out amos x Irina) and say they can bring plus ones. Not sure if we need to jump straight to kidnapping, as thematic as it would be.

>>1028682
She makes giant robots and gets children into said robots. Also she grows weed.
Either way, there are uses for sending Pierre, Moe, and Caesar. It spreads our information network a bit further and gives us some more current data on that field which we desperately need. We can go with the invite, but I think if we are getting Moe and Caesar involved, they really should not kidnap them. Get as far as they can and be ready to return if things look rough. The invite is important, but their lives and safety are more so since they are our rising stars.

why dont we just use the earth gate?

>>1028792
>She makes giant robots and gets children into said robots. Also she grows weed.
We don't know that IC though. We can just bribe her with scans of the Anesis or something.

>>1028811
because of the three known gates the earth one is the most dangerous and has those super machines guarding it. Too risky.
>>1028817
Well, giving her the best chance to see the Kestrel Machines alongside the Anesis could tempt her on a professional scale. Likewise, data from our latest fight with the two bits may motivate Fairchild to get someone there for data collection.

>>1028792
it's not illegal in space?
you just need a permit i think.
in space. i mean

>>1028562
Shes manipulating us anon. She has a talent for it I mean just look at Jesus. She's trying to get us to lower our guard about her so she can use that to her advantage. Just watch we'll get into a fight against her in her new mech at some point and we'll hesitate to land the killing blow and then she'll use that to attack us

>>1028889
> land the killing blow
Look thunder, we don't purposefully cockpit snipe anyway, and any other knockout way we aren't going to hesitate for her at all.

If Thunderbird is the Thread's Id, who is the Ego and Superego?

>>1029079
>who is the Ego and Superego
Every other anon

>>1029079
Hey I have plenty of morals empathy, just not for people who are out enemies

>>1029129
It's more that you are consistently paranoid, with an also terribly consistent "kill everything" line of decision making

>>1029129
>>1029150
Also that you roll consistently good when it comes to seduction. Like, god fucking damn, you are favored by the dice gods. If that don't make you the Id, then I don't know what does.

>>1029150
You're just trying to make me drop my guard so we can get betrayed, I'm on to you anon.

>>1029156
Look, it is a well known fact that the RNG likes to fuck people over whenever it can. So, it only makes sense that when someone rolls to quite literally fuck someone over to side that the roll may go well!

Nobody really answered my question last thread so I'll ask again

Would it be possible to put the quick change mount on parts of a mated weapon so that the parts could be swapped mid battle?

>>1029933
probably not, but mainly due to the nature of mounts and mated weapons. For the most part, quick mounts are attached to the mech directly. The obvious application for this is one time weapons that become dead weight when their ammo is used up. Limbs and shields also work for this as well. But a mated weapon is tricky both space and cost wise so thats something that would require house ruling.

Quite honestly, all I can think about is Roarke being in SRW or him being a TV show in other mecha universes.

>>1028770

Ah, I'm glad for the chance to explain this (or re-explain it) in more detail. Instantaneous communication can occur anywhere you have ansible systems. Ansibles are huge, and staggeringly expensive, but over time the Solar System in particular has been seeded with ansible satellites floating all over the place so that in most civilized locations and even in much of the belt (so long as you're on or near a colony, generally) you can access the holonet and make calls to wherever. Seeding those satellites, however, was predominantly a Terran-funded effort, with cooperation from the various SSL planets, meaning that this doesn't apply outside the Solar System. The CUSS had ansibles on most major worlds, but many were destroyed during the War, just as many of the planetary Gates were. SSL forces have a mobile ansible ship called an Arapaima, that commonly accompanies system forces. It's a larger ship than a Wels, but much more lightly armed because much of its space is taken up by the ansible itself and it's more of a science, habitat, and exploration ship than a dedicated warship. Individual Arapaimas vary in specialty, some are dedicated settler ships while others are gigantic mobile mech labs, but because they cost even more than a Wels they're also more rare than a Wels, and it's typical for a system fleet to only have one. An Arapaima is currently stationed at Qu'lir, which is how Fairchild was able to televise her putting a bunch of medals on SOUL C (although with the reformation of the SOUL Squads into a SOUL Force alphabetical designations no longer really matter), but that's a recent development, normally Qu'lir would be too much of a backwater to merit that and the Arapaima would be assigned to a patrolling system fleet rather than on semi-permanent planetary assignment.

To answer your question directly, because even Rosita hasn't seen her sister in years and doesn't know how to contact her. Finding out where she's stationed is doable between her contacts and Miles' ferreting around, getting her number is something else entirely. Also, there are always risks with using ansible communication, there's the slight possibility of it being intercepted. Truly important and secret information is often conveyed through other channels, and face-to-face communication is still as relevant as ever.

>>1030310
Has Caesar been keeping in touch with Amos and his buddies?

>>1030310
>To answer your question directly, because even Rosita hasn't seen her sister in years and doesn't know how to contact her. Finding out where she's stationed is doable between her contacts and Miles' ferreting around, getting her number is something else entirely. Also, there are always risks with using ansible communication, there's the slight possibility of it being intercepted. Truly important and secret information is often conveyed through other channels, and face-to-face communication is still as relevant as ever.
To be fair, the fact that she's with Caesar's friend has apparently been used as propaganda, so contacting her through Caesar and Amos should be doable.
As a sidenote: how expensive are Macrogates? This whole business about how difficult it is to leave the soul system seems like it is going to get real annoying in the future unless we can pull something like >>1028694

>>1030342
Well, from what we can gather, the issues are 3 fold. First, the size of a gate would take a lot of money and time. We could likely start up entire fleets or colonies with the same money and heavily fortify our fleet in the time it would take for the gate. Second, it's really damn obvious and is a major threat for the Navy and Avalon. Us getting a Gate turns us from a local issue into a universal one. Fairchild would do anything to stop us and so would the Duke. The third is natural fragility of the system. The Mars gate took some damage and while not destroyed it certainly weakened it for months. Considering our location, both sides will make sure that we cannot complete it.
Maybe it could be a Gen 2 thing once the Belt earns it's sovereignty, but right now the costs and risks are simply not worth the benefits.

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By the way, a small apology. There is a long Amos segment coming up. I'm apologizing because I know Roarke segments are more popular (and rightly so), however...this arc is going to wrap up the War on Qu'lir if it goes the way I expect it to go.

Once this arc is done, what follows immediately after is the long-awaited SPACE JAM, and from then on it's Roarkeopolis.

With that said, THIS THREAD IS THE FINAL CALL FOR SPACE JAM ENTRIES! ONCE THIS THREAD IS CONCLUDED, WE'LL HAVE UNTIL THE END OF THE ARC TO THOROUGHLY CHECK OVER ALL THE TOURNEY MECHA TO MAKE SURE THEY'RE LEGIT AND FOR WONG TO START MAKING BRACKETS.

COME ON AND SLAM!

>>1030327

No, because of the Arapaima only arriving recently. A Paladin being shot down by the UJCIDF merited its appearance.


>>1030367

To clarify, if people who don't like Amos segments want to sit out, that's my heads-up for them, and also a note to people working on entries that this week is the last time to turn 'em in before we start checkin' and perfectin'.

>>1030367
SPACE JAM!!!!!!!!!!
HYPE IT UP

>>1030376
Are there space Protestants Wong?

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>>1030367
Ok, I was working on a mech and pilot, I think its tourney legal now.

M-Sagiser : Mecha beast (Secretary bird/Cassowary)
Super Heavy Torso: C/S/K 20, 10 tons
Medium Weight Head: C/S/K 6, 3 tons
Armored Weight L. Leg: C/S/K 10, 4.5 tons
Left Talon: CP 2, 1 Space, 5K, 1.5 ton (-2 MA)
Armored Weight R. Leg: C/S/K 10, 4.5 tons
Right Talon: CP 2, 1 Space, 5K, 1.5 ton (-2 MA)
No arms
Armor:
Super Heavy Torso Armor (10 CP, 10 SP 2, 5 tons)
Medium Weight Head Armor (6 CP, 6 SP, 3 tons)
Medium Weight Leg Armor (Right) (6 CP, 6 SP, 3 tons)
Medium Weight Leg Armor (Left) (6 CP, 6 SP, 3 tons)
No arms
Main Sensors (Head): 4 CP, 1 Space, 2 Kills, 1 ton
Backup Sensors (Torso): 2 cp, 2 spaces, 2 Kills, 1 ton
Options: Head Cockpit with Environment Pod (2 CP, 2 Spaces), Anti-Theft code lock+ (.4 cp), Liftwire (0.3 CP), Spotlights (0.2 CP), Stereo (.1 cp)
Armament:
Leg-Mounted Beam Sweeper: Range 200m, WA -1, 2K, 15 CP, 6 Spaces, 1 ton*
Leg-Mounted Beam Sweeper: Range 200m, WA -1, 2K, 15 CP, 6 Spaces, 1 ton*
* Fires a continuous beam as long as you hold down the trigger, no maximum hit limit.
Torso Mounted Missile Pod: Range 650m, WA +1, 6K, Ammo 5, 5 CP, 5 Spaces, 1 ton
122 cp 44 weight

Thrusters & Speed:
17(?) thrusters, 10 MA, 500m per turn, 11 thrusters in torso, 3 per leg, 16.5 CP
Total Weight: 44 tons
Total CP: 138.5
M-Sagiser appearance:
Large flightless bird, heavy duty legs with proportionally large talons
Pilot Character concept:
Name: Marciana Sparna, 35, female
Daughter to a minor political family from Jupiter, Marciana was married off to a middling Martian noble at age 18. The marriage was rocky at first but eventually they settled into one another’s company via bonding over a shared interest in mecha. Later her husband was killed via a political rival’s machinations leaving Marciana a widow. Unable to successfully levy charges, she decided to do something she and her husband had wistfully joked about doing; leaving everything behind and becoming a mech pilot. Using her remaining funds she developed the M-Sagiser, a mech born from ideas she and her husband used to toss around for fun. Marciana is a stern woman seeking a challenge and wants the prize money to further refine her mech. She has a soft spot for kids never having had any with her husband.

pic is a general reference for pilot appearance.

>>1030391

Some, but...Protestantism kind of lost its spark during the secularization at the end of the AD period. It became too fractured, too weak, and too live-and-let-live. Many of its adherents decided they were spiritual rather than religious and eventually abandoned their faith altogether. Most Christians were reunited...Protestant, Catholic, and Orthodox...under the Reformed Catholic Church based on Luna. However, this isn't an absolute, the isolated nature of colony life means that all kinds of weird religious traditions have popped up, you could probably find isolated colonies or worlds in the midst of a religious war between Shinto and Mormonism if you looked hard enough, so it's not as if Protestants are completely gone.

Non-Hakimite Muslims have a much rawer deal.

>>1030409
Good, now they can't ruin space Catholicism too

>>1030400
Man.. the very image of that giant battle bird makes me want to grapple and ride that fucker like a chocobo.

>>1030367
I'm glad I got mine in

>>1030445
...I might have to figure out a way to make that work as a group combat tactic...

>>1030367
What are your rules on multiple loadouts. Some players have created multiple weapon setups, and I wondered how free people are to respec between rounds.

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You are now Lieutenant Amos A. Wedge, of the UJCIDF.

“Ahh...ahhh...CHOO!” The dark-haired Major sneezes loudly.

“Bless you.” You remark. You're not sure you like her. You know that you're happy that General Fairchild is taking bed rest after what you suspect was some kind of psychotic breakdown. You didn't have to clean up the splintered furniture she left everywhere in her wake, but you've heard enough grumbling from the enlisted men to be sympathetic of them. That's military property, she should really treat it better than she does. With her out of the way, you've been saddled with answering to Major Cabot until the General recovers, and it's almost worse. It's not that she's overtly unpleasant, but something about her is just a little too predatory. She's almost dismissive of your squad, and seems thoroughly unimpressed by Qu'lir itself.

“Don't be superstitious, my heart won't stop from one little sneeze, farmboy.” She crosses her arms and jerks her head towards the communication room, “Get in. You've got a personal call from Jupiter and the sooner you're done the sooner I can buy some clothes that actually work in this ghastly climate.”

There's no helping it. In you go. You sit down, and tap the holoscreen with your forefinger, indicating acceptance of the call waiting. You feel a lump in your throat, because you know exactly who it is calling you, and it's the one person you've wanted to talk to the most after your adventures.

His face pops into view on the screen, and for a moment, neither of you say anything. He still looks just the same as he did when you left. For a moment, you don't trust your voice, and neither does he, apparently, because you manage to speak first, “Hi dad.”

[Continued]

>>1030523
Oh boy, Papa Wedge time. Wonder who that is.

>>1030540
I bet Ramba Ral.

>>1030540
Grandpa is Musashi so I'm guessing Musashi 2.0 Benki

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“Amos, my boy...” Randall Wedge's eyes well up with tears.

“Dad...” He's not alone, your vision is a little misty too, but he's still just like you remembered him. He's put on a few pounds since his retirement, but his gaze is just as piercing and his mustache curls just as extravagantly as you remember.

“I saw what you did, son. Everyone did. I couldn't be more proud. Not just because of what you've done for Jupiter, but because you've turned into the man I always knew you could be. Your mom and I...no, the whole family...we're all rooting for you. I'm glad they let an old man make one little call to tell you that before the Arapaima moved on, things have changed for the better since my day.” He smiles, “I see you painted your mech blue. It's a bit unoriginal, don't you think?”

You laugh, “I just thought it would be a good way to thank the man who taught me how to fly.”

“Dear? Did you manage to get through. Oh! Oh Amos!” Your mother runs into the room behind him, leaning on the back of his chair. “Have you been eating? You haven't caught any nasty diseases, have you?”

“Yes mom. No mom.” You rub the back of your head, embarrassed.

“Have you met a nice girl yet? Your father and I want grandchildren before we're too senile to appreciate them.” She jokes.

Your face turns red, “Yes mom.”

“What's she like, dear?” Your mom leans forward, intrigued, “Is she one of those Qu'liri women? I'm not going to

“Hannah, darling, you're embarrassing the boy. I'm sure we'll meet her sooner or later.” Your dad tries to rescue you, but nothing escapes the black hole of motherly concern.

“Well? Is she there? Do you have a picture of her? Let me see!” Hannah Wedge is undeterred.

You thumb through your PC for the least risque picture of Irina you can find, and show it to her, “This is Irina, mom. She's the one who built my mech.”

[Continued]

>>1030543
>>1030588
Somebody better pick up that phone.

>>1030588
Is Wedge's Grandpa still alive?

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「ADF-01 Lightning」

Medium Striker Torso: C/S/K 8, 4 tons
Medium Striker Head: C/S/K 4, 2 tons
HeavyStriker L. Arm: C/S/K 6, 3 tons
Left Hand: 2 CP, 1 Space, 1 Kill, 0.5 tons
Heavy Striker R. Arm: C/S/K 6, 3 tons
Right Hand: 2 CP, 1 Space, 1 Kill, 0.5 tons
Medium Striker L. Leg: C/S/K 5, 2.5 tons
Medium Striker R. Leg: C/S/K 5, 2.5 tons

Base Frame Weight: 18 tons
Base Frame Cost: 38 CP

Armor: Medium Striker (4 SP, 4 CP, 2.0 tons) on all locations (Total: 24 CP, 12 tons)

Main Sensors (Head): 4 CP, 1 Space, 2 Kills, 1 ton
Backup Sensors (Torso): 2 CP, 2 Spaces, 2 Kills, 1 ton

Options: Torso Cockpit with Environment Pod (2 CP, 2 Spaces), Liftwire (0.3 CP), Spotlights (0.2 CP), Katz Deluxe Anti-Theft Codelock (0.2 CP)
Armaments:
'Kusanagi' (Handheld Two-Handed Nodachi): WA +1, 11K, Quick, AP, 33 CP, 12 Spaces, 5.5 tons (SE: +10.5 CP)
(Optional) Beam Magnum Rifle: WA +3, 11K, Range 650m, Clip-Fed (5 shots per clip), 23.8 CP, 6 Spaces, 3 tons (SE: +9 CP)(3 clips, +3 CP)(WE: +5 CP)
(Optional) 'Ashura' (Handheld Katana): WA +1. 5K, 4 CP, 4 Spaces, 2.5 tons

Thrusters & Speed ('Kusanagi'): 5 per leg, 4 per arm, 3 in the torso. Moves 800m per turn in flight or can run 250m, 22.5 CP

Total Weight: 37.5 tons
Total Cost: 136.7 CP ('Kusanagi') / 138 CP ('Beam Magnum Rifle'+'Ashura')

Pilot: James McClintock
Bio: Underground tourney mech pilot. Boozehound. Hates Martians in general. Wants to prove he's a better pilot than the Black Ogre.

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“You mean you're dating your mechanic?” Your dad sighs, grinning as he kicks back and crosses his arms across his chest, “Just don't break her heart, son, that won't end well at all.”

“She built it? I thought you flew Pumpkinseeds, dear?” Your mom clasps her hands over her mouth, “Oh my gosh, you mean...they finally built you a custom?”

“Ayup.” You nod.

She frowns, “Amos Adventure Wedge, just because I can't smack you with a spoon from here is NO excuse to start saying 'ayup'.”

“Yes ma'am.” You correct yourself, shamefaced.

“That's my boy.” She smiles.

“Well, actually, she built my Pumpkinseed II, as well. She's, uh, a ranking Bahamutcorp technician.” You say awkwardly.

“That's wonderful! Darling, I just know you're going to be so happy together! Give her a big hug for me, and tell her she doesn't have to feel awkward about calling me Mom.” Your mother clasps her hands together, her eyes shining, “Oh, and how are those dear boys you were such good friends with? Has little Simon gotten any taller?”

“They're alright, mom.” You can't tell her about Simon's mech, the mandrake was transferred to Innsmouth for completion away from a major population center like Celephais, or how Garret's is coming along, “And I don't think Simon could get any shorter than he was back then, so he's probably taller.”

[Continued]

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RSM-01G Valkyrie Kathrine Custom/Guard Spec
Medium Striker Torso: C/S/K 8, 4 tons
Medium Striker Head: C/S/K 4, 2 tons
Medium Striker L. Arm: C/S/K 5, 2 tons
Medium Striker R. Arm: C/S/K 5, 2 tons
Medium Striker L. Leg: C/S/K 5, 2 tons
Medium Striker R. Leg: C/S/K 5, 2 tons
Armor: Heavy Striker (5 SP, 5 CP, 2.5 tons) on arms
Medium Striker armor (4 SP, 4CP, 2 tons) on legs and head
Medium weight armor on torso (6 SP, 6 CP, 3.0 tons)

Servo Weight: 15, servo cost 36 CP
Armor Weight 14, armor cost 28 CP
Total 28 Tons, 60 CP, 32 spaces

Main Sensors Striker (Head): CP:2 Space:1 Kills:1 Tons:0.5 4km Sensor Range 800km communications
Backup Sensors (Torso): 2 CP, 2 Spaces, 2 Kills, 1 ton
Options: Torso Cockpit with Environment Pod (2 CP, 2 Spaces), Liftwire (0.3 CP), Advanced Head Mounted Logic Processor (1 Space, 5CP)
Total: 1.5 tons, 5 spaces, 11.3 CP

Weapons: 39.4 CP, 8.83 tons
Duel arm mounted "Hand" WA +0, 1k (+1), Handy, .75 CP, 1 space, .5 tons
Handheld beam Naginata "Tempest" WA +1, 7K (+1 melee bonus) (only 2K of structure), EMW (treats SP as 4 less than usual), Quick CP 18.5, 5 Spaces, 1 ton
Torso Mounted "Wings of Salvation" active shield system: DA -2, SP 9, 15.5 CP, 3 Spaces, 4.5 tons
Right arm mounted Smoke missile System: WA -2, 2k, blast 1, Smoke, 250 Meter range, 5 missiles, .9 CP, 1 Space, .66 Tons

Left arm mounted missile system WA +0, 10k, 550 Meter range, 3 missiles, 3 CP, 3 Spaces, 2 tons

Thrusters & Speed: 5 per leg, 3 in right arm 1 in left arm and two in the head. Moves 550 meters per turn in flight, or can run 250m. 16 CP
Shadow Generator: two images, occupying one space in the torso. .1 Cost multiplier. +.5cp

Total: 127.2 CP Base, 139.92 CP
38.33 tons
MV: -3

Background: The first Valkyrie started as the debris of a standard UJCIDF Pumpkinseed wrecked by Red siren during the raid on Gretchen's craft. It stayed stored on the Auditorium until the encounters with the Green skulls and Clemmy reluctantly convinced Red Siren to consider a more powerful mecha to augment her darling Harpies, as long as it was cute enough. Using spare parts from the Archen and a custom beam naginata, the Pumpkinseed was rebuilt into the Valkyrie close assault mecha. Designed to fly with the Archen to intercept melee threats short of the idol, the Valkyrie is a specialized close combat mecha built uncompromisingly for extremely high threat environments where the lifespan of an average grunt mecha is measured in seconds.

Pilot: Kathrine Archibald is a childhood friend of Rosita who joined the military while she went into show business. When Rosita's stardom crashed, Kathrine resigned her commission in the military and followed her oldest friend into a life of piracy. Ever since, she's been Rosita's long suffering second in command, doing the detail work that Rosita is either unable or uninterested in dealing with. In the upcoming tournament, she hopes to showcase her crew's capability, and perhaps step out of her friend's shadow a bit.

>>1030367
BTW, here's the version of the Myrmidon that will be running in the Tourney: http://pastebin.com/VLZ0VLuB

Figured I should give you the absolute latest copy.

Do you mind if I also submit a mech/pilot I think would make for a great POV character?

>>1030706

Tourney characters are almost 0% likely to be POVs.

>>1030688
>Servo Weight: 15, servo cost 36 CP
>Armor Weight 14, armor cost 28 CP
>Total 28 Tons, 60 CP, 32 spaces

Uhh, did you check your math?

By the way, there's a huge storm outside, so if I vanish abruptly you guys know why.

>>1030718
Fair Enough.

I guess she's just Tourney fodder then: http://pastebin.com/v6PFWihf

>>1030723
Whoops. Should be.
Servo Weight: 14, servo cost 32 CP
Armor Weight 14, armor cost 28 CP
Total 28 Tons, 60 CP, 32 spaces
Whoops. Doesn't change any of the math down the line though.

>>1030738
Wong gets sucked up a tornado and went to the Land of Oz?

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“Hannah, darling, could I talk to Amos alone for a minute? He's a hero now, there are some things we have to discuss man-to-man.” Your dad interjects, which is lucky, because otherwise your mom would happily grill you about Irina all day.

She pouts, “Randall, I haven't gotten to see my baby in so long! Look at him, all grown up. Ohhh, you look so handsome in that uniform, just like your father used to!” She pinches your dad's cheeks, and he grumbles, “I'll let you two talk, but this isn't the end of this.” She vows.

Your father waits for her to leave, before leaning forward, his elbows propped up on his desk and his chin resting on his hands, “How do you like it, son? The feel of the wind on your face and a mech beneath you?” He sounds faintly wistful.

“It feels good, dad. It really does. Um, how are things back home?” You ask.

He sighs, “Your grandpa is getting older, but he still manages to run the farm practically by himself and gives an earful to anyone who tries to suggest that maybe he should hire a few more hands. Roarke Starwind just robbed the Europan Museum of Culture, so that's all the news channels talk about. I'd call him a showoff, but I don't think he does it for the glory...” His voice becomes abruptly more serious, “And neither should you. You've done more than enough to be a hero, Amos. I'd do what your mother wants, and tell you to start taking fewer risks, which is what I'm going to tell her I said over dinner tonight...but I was a soldier too, and I know that I can't ask that. War is war, duty is duty, and the kind of war that can be fought without risks isn't a war at all. I will tell you to be careful, though. I want my son back when this is all over, not a cold, shiny medal and a pinewood box.”

“I will, dad. I promise.” You mean it. You didn't take the chances you did for the sake of glory, you did it because it was the right thing to do.

“I know. You've become a fine man, Amos.” He sighs, “Luther's been in contact with me. He acted like it was a social call, but I think maybe he wants me to re-enlist. He's thinking of appointing a Field Marshall for the first time since the Great War. I already know it won't be me, but that just shows how serious he is about winning this thing before certain expansionist elements in the Senate try to escalate it any further.”

You'll never get over hearing the Planetary Chairman called by his first name. They didn't meet during the War, ironically, but when you graduated from the Academy in the same class as Garret Luxol. During the post-graduation party they ran into each other, made fun of the headmaster's speech over drinks, and became instant friends. It wasn't until afterwards that your dad realized he'd been criticizing official government policy to one of the most powerful men in the Solar System, and the fact that Luther Luxol was so approachable made a lasting good impression on him.

[Continued]

>>1030743

She might need a bit of tweaking, but I can handle that. Like you said, she's written like a PoV character when she isn't one.

>>1030846
Awesome. Thanks Wong.

>>1030853
>>1030846
I thought we had a limit of one entry per person though?

I can't wait to see how the tournament turns out

>>1030862
>>1030853


Does he have another entry? If so, then yes, that limit applies. ONE entry per user. Uno. Ein. Ichi. Only one allowed.

>>1030886
Aw. Fine then. Guess she's consigned to the scrap heap.

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Gonna hope this goes through. Posting my latest tweak of the Chimera as my entry
http://pastebin.com/R0W2jFgC

Pilot: Robert Dubois
Robert is an ex-UJCIDF who deserted after being passed over for promotion one too many times. He has been working for a small-time Space junker for the past 5 years under an assumed name. He has used this position to get the parts needed to maintain and upgrade the mech he left in. Hoping to finally get the recognition he wànts, Robert plans to enter the Space Jam, and join the Iron Kestrels no matter the outcome.

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“I'd take Belt pirates over the Avalonians.” You joke.

Your father frowns, “Don't be so quick to say that. Starwind showed up alone and bodied a full four squads of the Praetorian Guard without taking serious damage. Worse, there's Avalonians in the Belt, a few of their ships somehow got safe coordinates to enter the Solar System and damaged the Gate of Mars.”

“I heard about that.” You mutter.

“But you probably haven't heard that they've started attacking civilian targets. Disgusting animals, they think if they just frighten us enough we'll give up self-rule and bow to their damned Green Man.” He thumps his fist against his chest, “Not while I'm in this system they won't! I'll kick their perfumed asses back to Avalon myself, if I have to! In a Bluegill!” He strokes his mustache contemplatively, “Hm, maybe if I eat one of those little crackers and let them dump water on my head the Moonies will give me a Cardinal.”

“Please don't, dad. We'd miss having you celebrate with us on Solday.” Technically, that holiday is called Dies Natalis Solis Invicti, but most people just call it Solday.

He snorts, “Balderdash, I'm sure the Moonies have a holiday around the same time. Ramadan, or something. No, wait, that's not it. Hannukah?”

You shrug, you don't know either. The two of you talk for a while longer, going through a whole list of relatives and friends, him asking extensively about how you like your co-workers without asking for any details that would get you in trouble for breaching military nondisclosure rules. Finally, he checks his chronometer and sighs, “That's all the time we have, I'm afraid. Stay safe, son. We all love you and want to see you again soon. Give that Irina girl another hug for me.”

You smile awkwardly, emotion choking you up a little, “I love you too. All of you. Tell grandpa those shooting lessons came in handy.”

He snorts, “He's been bragging nonstop about that shot you did with your emergency missiles, boy. Trust me, he knows.”

The call terminates, and you're left alone. For the first time since you came to Qu'lir, you really know homesickness. You thought you'd felt it a few times before, but talking to your parents you can practically smell your mother's cooking and your dad's aftershave. Not wanting to be alone right now, you make your way to the mechbay, where Keith Young and Garret Luxol are doing maintenance on their machines. Keith has a Warmouth, although it was pink when he got it and it looks oddly plain with the hasty recoat of white. Its arms look massively oversized, and much more ornate in the framework, apparently built for his last mech, cradling a tremendous gun. Garret has...an abomination. An unfinished abomination, but already it's so ugly it's practically cute.

[Continued]

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ALEXANDER GRANT - A mercenary who is trying to pay off a debt he can never seem to get rid of. Has a great interest in Astrology and the Zodiac, and considers his birth-sign (Libra) to be a sign of good luck.

Name: Libra
Pilot: Alexander Grant

Medium Striker Torso: C/S/K 8, 4 tons
Striker Head: C/S/K 3, 1.5 tons
Light Weight Wing R: C/S/K 2, 1 Ton
Light Weight Wing L: C/S/K 2, 1 Ton
Medium Striker L. Arm: C/S/K 5, 2 tons
Left Hand: 2 CP, 1 Space, 1 Kill, 0.5 tons
Medium Striker R. Arm: C/S/K 5, 2 tons
Right Hand: 2 CP, 1 Space, 1 Kill, 0.5 tons
Striker L. Leg: C/S/K 4, 1.5 tons
Striker R. Leg: C/S/K 4, 1.5 tons

Armor: Medium Striker (4 SP, 4 CP, 2 tons) on all locations except the Wings, which have Superlight armor (1 SP, 1 CP, .5 ton)
Base Frame weight 28.5 Tons
Base Frame Cost: 63 CP

Main Sensors (Head): 4 CP, 1 Space, 2 Kills, 1 ton
Backup Sensors (Torso): 2 CP, 2 Spaces, 2 Kills, 1 ton

Options: Torso Cockpit with Environment Pod (2 CP, 2 Spaces), Liftwire (0.3 CP), Stereo (0.1 CP), Deluxe Antitheft Code lock (0.4)

Frame + options weight: 30.5 tons
Frame + options cost: 71.8 CP

Armaments:
Handheld ZX-21 C.R.O.W.E Standard Configuration - 44.8 CP, 4 spaces 4.73 tons
Gun 1 (Full Assault Integrated Zodiac) - Range 350m, WA 0 (+1 with Tracers), 6k, Multi-feed 2, BV 3, Tracer Ammo (10 bursts) + Grenade Ammo (Blast 1) (5 bursts), 2 reloads (Tracers) 1 reload (grenades)
Gun 2 (Intercept Offensive Tactical Armament) - Range 150m, WA +2, 1 k, BV 5, Phalanx (anti-missile) Ammo 10 bursts

Arm-Mounted Custom Small Shield: DA 0, SP 6, 9 CP, 3 tons 1 space

Weight after armaments: 38.23 tons
Cost after Armaments: 125.4 CP

Thrusters & Speed: 4 per leg, 4 in the torso. +100 Meters from wings. Moves 500 meters per turn in flight, or can run 250m. 12 CP.

Total Weight: 38.58 tons
Total Cost: 137.6 CP

Full pastebin with additional CROWE loadouts: http://pastebin.com/m0ZmjVek

>>1030930
... Alexander and Kathrine's kid is going to be VERY pretty.

>>1030907

I'm oddly tempted to have Dubois be someone you know, but I'm sure you have your own mental image of him.

>>1030947
I still say that Alexander hooking up with a pilot who could probably settle his debt with her pocket change would be a bit weird.

>>1030949
Do what you want with him. I was going to leave his appearance blank unless you asked me for a description.

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I was using the High Mobility Version of the Graze for the Wraith MKII
But Wong Said last thread that the Graze was the Palamino
Not sure what to use now. I guess it could just look like a miniature version of the Palamino with Enough Thrusters on it to put a transformed Harpy to shame

Saturn Wraith MKII – Stealth With ASP

Striker Torso C/S/K 6 3 Tons
Lightweight Head C/S/K 2 1 Ton
Striker L.Arm C/S/K 4 1.5 Ton
Left Hand: CP 2, 1 Space 1K, .5tons
Striker R.Arm C/S/K 4 1.5 Ton
Right Hand: CP 2, 1 Space 1K, .5tons
Lightweight L.Leg C/S/K 2 1 Ton
Lightweight R.Leg C/S/K 2 1 Ton
Lightweight R.Wing C/S/K 2 1 Ton
Lightweight L.Wing C/S/K 2 1 Ton

Frame Weight: 11 Tons CP: 28
Armor: Lightweight (2CP, 2SP 1Tons) All locations Weight:8 Tons CP:16
Main Sensors Striker (Head): CP:2 Space:1 Kills:1 Tons:0.5 4km Sensor Range 800km communications
Advanced Sensor Package (Torso): CP:10 Spaces 2
Backup Sensors (Torso): CP:2 spaces:2 Kills:2 Tons:1
Options: Torso Cockpit with Environment Pod (2 CP, 2 Spaces)
Liftwire CP:.3 Stereo CP:.1 Anti-Theft Lock CP:.2

Hand Held Beam Gun MKIII: K:7 Range:550 (irrelevant due to Long Range) WA:+1 Weight:3.5 Tons Space:14 (8 after Space efficiency 6) CP:16.965


Total Weight:24 Tons
Thrusters & Speed:MA12+2 for wings x0.45 CP:10.8 Thrusters: Wings4 Legs4 Torso1 Arms2
Pre Stealth & Cloak CP: 86.365
Active Cloak + Stealth + Pulse Refract X0.6 CP:51.819
Total CP: 138.184

Gareth Rains 24 Male
After his Mercenary band broke up 4 months ago Gareth has been wandering the Belt doing odd jobs to make ends meat. And now he sets his eyes on the Space Jam tournament and the chance to sign up with the Iron Kestrels and turn Pirate.
Gareth Rains Born to a well-off Family of Doctors from one of the Factory Colonies out by Saturn, Gareth was raised to fallow in his parents foot steps and trained most of his life to become a Doctor. But Dropped out of Medical School at the age of 20 and used his remaining Tuition money to buy himself a Small Mecha and Joined The ghosts of Saturn to live out his childhood dream of being a Mech Pilot.
A jovial fellow he takes most things in stride and has immense amounts of patience
Enjoys social drinking and singing out of tune. Is a fan of up beat music that is easy to sing along with.

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>>1030947
Well, Crowe is rather attractive.

>>1030963
I find the shipping involving him hilarious for multiple reasons.

>>1030963
I think it's cute.

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TEMPLAR

Heavy Striker Torso: C/S/K 10, 5 tons
Medium Striker Head: C/S/K 4, 2.0 tons
Heavy Striker L. Arm: C/S/K 6, 2.5 tons
Left Hand: 2 CP, 1 Space, 1 Kill, 0.5 tons
Heavy Striker R. Arm: C/S/K 6, 2.5 tons
Right Hand: 2 CP, 1 Space, 1 Kill, 0.5 tons
Heavy Striker L. Leg: C/S/K 6, 2.5 tons
Heavy Striker R. Leg: C/S/K 6, 2.5 tons
42 CP (18 Tons)
Armor: Medium Striker (4 CP, 4 SP, 2.0 tons) on all locations (32CP) (12 tons)
Beta Armor: Torso, Head, Right Leg, Left Leg
Main Sensors (Head): 4 CP, 1 Space, 2 Kills, 1 ton
Backup Sensors (Torso): 2 CP, 2 Spaces, 2 Kills, 1 ton

Options: Torso Cockpit with Environment Pod (2 CP, 2 Spaces), Liftwire (0.3 CP), Spotlights (0.2 CP), Anti-Theft Code Lock (0.4 CP), Stereo System (0.1 CP), Design and Decor(+3CL, 2 CP)

Armament: The Knight uses a Mated Cannon and Lance, a hit of 6K to either will destroy both. The CP, Spaces, and Weight listed for either form is shared and not added twice to its cost. (22.6 CP) (ammo cost: .6 CP/tons)
[Handheld] Avalonian Lance (Lance form): WA 0, 6K(+1), 18 CP, Armour Piercing, Quick, 6 Spaces, 3 tons
[Handheld] Avalonian Lance (Cannon form): Range 350 meters, WA 0, 6K, Ammo 10, 1 reloads, 9 CP, 6 Spaces, 3 tons.

[Arm-Mounted] Small Shield: DA -1, SP 6, 7.5 CP, 3 tons

[Mouth-Mounted] Anti-Missile System (C1.7/S2/K1) Damage: 1k, Range: 150m, WA+0, BV 5, Ammo 10, Phalanx, 0.5 tons

Thrusters & Propulsion:
[Thrusters] 10MA (16 Space, 16 CP)
5 Left Leg
5 Right Leg
6 Torso


Total weight: 42.2 Tons (39.2 tons with weight efficiency 5 CP)
Total Cost: 139.4

Templar's Appearance
The Templar's armore is polished to a mirror sheen with gold accents and filigree embellishments all over. While in flight the thruster create a cloak of flame that trails behind him. The armor reflecting the flames and the filigree blackening. So it would look like a charred monster within and suit of flaming armor.


Pilot: Victor Gainsborough
Personality(randomly rolled): friendly, outgoing
Young Victor(age 17) enlisted not only to fulfill his duty but to research events and people for his writing projects, like Hemingway. He seeks adventures and enjoys chatting with anyone(especially his eccentric tournament opponents) to get material for his novels.

I really want to see how volatile this tourney becomes

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>>1030973

Isn't it based off the Bluegill frame?

>>1030973
>But Wong Said last thread that the Graze was the Palamino
I thought the Palamino was the Stark Jegan?

>>1030963

Debts are complicated things, and some aren't entirely finanial. Besides, it may not be as easy as all that...for reasons.

>>1030990

Yes, and then I changed my mind. The Jegan and Jesta fit better as the new Medium Weights produced by Bucephalus.

>>1030988
....Ya know when you redesign something so many times and you forget stuff... I may have forgotten that I said It was a Custom BlueGill
I really need to reorganize my notes
Forget I said anything and Proceed with the Wraith MKII being a custom BlueGill

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>>1030991
I look forward to seeing what you do with him. Wong.

>>1030987
>[Handheld] Avalonian Lance (Lance form): WA 0, 6K(+1), 18 CP, Armour Piercing, Quick, 6 Spaces, 3 tons
>[Handheld] Avalonian Lance (Cannon form): Range 350 meters, WA 0, 6K, Ammo 10, 1 reloads, 9 CP, 6 Spaces, 3 tons.
I think this might be wrong. Of course, I'm not sure whether you apply space efficiency before or after you mate the weapon.

>>1031024
it should be right. this one has been gone over many times by several people in this quest who understand the mad scriblings of the ATM better than I.

>>1031005
Tell me about it. I know how the Zeonic design team felt making so many designs for the Dutchman. The F-type should be the definite one, but I need to make sure there is a floater thruster space for shield loadouts and that the balance is right.

>>1031039
Is that the space only type? Are you even sure we're not fighting inside the colony?

>>1031046
Well, considering he said no space only, the F-type is now more the mobility type to the Standard's melee. It's not as BIG an improvement as the space only, but it frees up about 14ish CP and 6 spaces total. 5 goes to thrusters, 5 go to a boosterpack, and the last three go to the eye laser.. if the math checks out. Not going to lie, this thing is a bunch of small tweaks that I have added over since the start. The quick swap, the Decor, the G hands, the booster pack, and the anti missile weapon.

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“...I'm telling you, no matter how many times you say it, I'm right and you're wrong.” Keith insists in a smugly superior tone.

“No, you're full of shit and trying to talk yourself up. Woohoo, you grazed him once. So did that curvy reporter from QTPI and I don't see her swanning around over it. The Berenger would have kicked the Black Ogre's ass.” Garret throws a spanner at Keith, which he dodges.

“That's dangerous, do it again and I'm reporting you!” Keith shakes his fist at Garret, “Look, the facts are clear. Twelve Praetorian Pumpkinseed IIs, one Black Ogre, the Ogre won. Roarke Starwind is a better pilot than a Paladin. Besides, he already defeated one Paladin solo.”

“Man, not to downplay what happened, but a lot of brave fucking Martians died damaging that thing enough for Amos to finish it.” Garret grumbles, “You didn't see it, that thing filled the entire sky with spears.”

Keith sighs, pausing in his work, “You know, about that...I've been thinking.”

“Be careful with that, you'll strain something.” Garret quips.

“Hey! I'll have you know my grades were perfect! Top of my class!” Keith protests.

“Go show your report card to the Avalonians, I'm sure they'd be happy to surrender on the spot to such a great warrior.” Garret rolls his eyes.

“Very funny, joking about finding a way to end this war peacefully. Really mature, I'm sure your father is so proud of you.” Keith growls.

“He is, thanks.” Garret replies promptly.

“Anyway.” Keith simply talks over him, “I've been thinking...maybe it isn't all about how much an exosuit costs that determines its utility in battle. Maybe it's about something else. Something deeper.”

“There are a lot of factors.” Garret shrugs, “Anyway, it doesn't matter how expensive they are. Superhuman warbitch beats glorified playboy pugilist hands-down. The Anseis was probably just the scrub-tier Paladin.”

Keith aims a lubricant hose at Garret and hits him with a precise stream of machine oil in the face, “Now who's downplaying what? You didn't see that thing at the Gate of Mars. The Anseis is a close-combat monster, the Berenger by all accounts had an anti-area weapon good for sweeping mobs.” He smirks, “I know for a fact, since my old exo-suit had a similar sort of weapon. It's not much good against one big, solid target.”

“Like your head?” Garret wipes the machine oil off, then darts into his cockpit. The eyes of his mech slowly flicker to life. It's a pale, factory green with an orange sensor core and purple highlights, heavily armored until it almost looks obese. It resembles a massively upscaled Warmouth with more facial definition.

“HEY!” Keith yelps as Garret's mech reaches over and pushes Keith's smaller Warmouth, “Stop that right now! That's valuable military property!”

[Continued]

>>1031096
>“Stop that right now! That's valuable military property!”

And the Big Zam isn't?? Keith being a bitch as usual.

>>1031078
Fair enough. I was just going to say that using a space only modifier in the tournament is kinda like buying an undercharged power-plant for the Kaiser. Sure, it technically allows you to save 55.5Cp for the cost of -1 MV and MA, and you can use that CP to increase your MV and MA by +2 each with a bit of change left over, but you're a complete asshole for trying it.

>>1031096
You know, I should be considering the deep implications of Keith showing a non jesus side to things, but all I can think of s 'Mecha Pepe goes to best Boy Garret' and 'Lad bowl 2'
>>1031122
Aye, honestly, modifiers are a pain to work with on multiple levels. Plus modifers lose their value aside from a few cases once you go higher up. Even stealth options start becoming a non issue when you can afford a full sensor package. It is something to consider for a short production time line mech considering how much we use space, but I do agree that going space only with it was too much.

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“Sorry, comm troubles, what was that?” Garret's voice echoes over the comms, grabbing the Warmouth by the shoulders and shaking it, nearly dislodging Keith, “Did the happy father have something to say?”

“DON'T TALK ABOUT LYSA!” Keith jumps into the cockpit of his mech, and as the smaller Warmouth powers up it swings its arm around and thwocks the SOUL unit across the face.

It's time to step in. Thankfully, your PC has a megaphone app. “Both of you, knock it off!” Your voice roars through the mechbay, echoing loudly. You glare at them as they let go of each other and emerge from their cockpits, looking ashamed of themselves, “If Simon wasn't at Innsmouth running sims for his new mech, I'd have him kick both your asses. Slapfight all you want out of your mecha, but don't damage Irina's work.”

“Oh yeah.” Garret grins, patting the cockpit hatch of his mech, “What do you think of the Bufo? Sweet, isn't it?”

“It looks like a toad. I hope we both get new ones soon.” Keith grumbles.

You look at it closely. “It kind of does, honestly.”

“That's why I named it that. Isn't it a beauty?” Garret is lovestruck, “Double gatling plasrifles on each arm...I wanted solid projectiles, but your girlfriend threw a fit when she calculated the weight and ammo cost of the shells...and check it. See these quad emitters on the chest? Ultra sweepers. I hit the button, it automatically fills the entire sky in front of me with lines of fire. Yeah, can't stop me now, motherfuckers. Plus, this shield...”

“You don't need a shield, I never used one.” Keith scoffs, “You're the marksman, your job is to stay back away from the fighting.”

“That's probably why you lost your old one, choirboy.” Garret laughs, “Anyway, Irina had some other design she tried to push on me called the Alpheidae, but...that sounded too girly. I made sure she put Bufo in the official paperwork. Toads are water animals, right?”

“Sort of. I mean, they're amphibians.” You shrug.

“Exactly. Close enough to count for Bahamutcorp. There's no way I wouldn't pilot something like this, it's the perfect evolution of the Warmouth...which a certain bastard I won't name thinks is ugly because he has shit taste and is also shit.”

Keith's lips compress into a very thin line, “I'll pray for you.” He promises in a tone that makes it sound like the most damning statement imaginable.

[Continued]

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>>1031190
>but your girlfriend threw a fit when she calculated the weight and ammo cost of the shells
>MFW

>>1031190
>Alpheidae
>Aka the pistol shrimp
>Aka, I hit so hard I generate LIGHT shrimp
Ok, add the Delphinus and the Squilla and we have a team designed to rape whichever poor soul gets in it's way.

>>1031205
>I hit so hard I generate LIGHT shrimp
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXK2G2AzMTU

>>1031205

Speaking from experience, a big toad or frog will eat things almost as big as itself.

>>1031215
Reptiles and amphibians are pretty interesting in just how weird they can get. Sure the blue ring octopus is horrifying with it's venom, but then you get things like the thorny devil which I recall shoots something close to blood out of it's eyes.

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“Hey, uh, Garret...can we talk?” You ask. There's something uncomfortable you need to do on behalf of a friend. You look around, but you don't see her dark skin or swishing tail anywhere, thankfully, she must have gone back to Innsmouth with Irina and Simon.

“Yeah, sure. Don't fuck up my Bufo while I'm gone.” He points an accusing finger at Keith, and slides gracefully down the liftwire.

“As if I'd damage military property! Even if it is hideous!” Keith spits the words back at him, but Garret ignores them.

The two of you walk off. You're silent, but eventually Garret speaks, “What's up, Amos? Something's wrong?”

You grab his shoulder, “You and Marilyn, you've been on a few dates, haven't you?” You twist the shoulder of his uniform, pushing him against the wall.

“Yeah? Hey, what the fuck, man?” Garret glares at you.

You loom over him, “So why were you collecting phone numbers from those maids that hijacked our ship?” You let go of his shirt, and jab your finger against his chest, “You're my best friend, but Lin-Lin's a friend too, and she's a good one. If you cheat on her, I'll personally beat the shit out of you so she doesn't do it, because she would probably kill you.” You're only halfway exaggerating, remembering how easily she got the drop on you on the ship, “She's not some casual pussy you just leave when you go home, we're soldiers in the UJCIDF, we've got to act like it.”

He stares at you, then claps his hand to his forehead and starts laughing, “By Jove, Amos. You really are the best. I love you, man. Not that way, but...man, you really are loyal. I'm glad to know you're like this, really.” He pats your chest, “It's not like that. C'mon, lemme go.” He looks under your arm, “Fuck, we've got company.”

“Kyaaaa~ Boys flirting~” Lyra Fleur sighs, hands pressed to her cheeks and her freckled face lit with a blush.

“Oh gosh, they're so cute together...” Lara Fleur clasps her hands tight, “I'm rooting for you all the way, LT! Root him good! Full dick!” She makes a mostly-complete circle with her thumb and forefinger, then pushes her entire forearm through it to the elbow, “Punish him good!”

“Oh. Just the boys.” Lyanna looks bored, then suddenly perks up, “Wait, does this mean Miss Gaunt is available? Uhuhuhuhu~” She bites her fingernails, a greedy look in her eyes, “I want her to scold me...”

>[Convince them this isn't what it looks like, quickly, before horrible rumors spread through the whole ship!]

>>1031284
>Too late, the rumors are already spreading.

Rolled 9 + 16 (1d10 + 16)

>>1031284
>Its just the manly bonding. Garret and me are cookies and milk, Avalonians and attrocities, Achilles and Patriclus, Caesar and Brutus, Corn and three field rotation,ect.
Keep going until they leave

>>1031284
Gods damn it. I'd figured the crack pairing is Garret and the Clearwater.. or any non amos guy and Simon.
Either way, we aren't someone to cheat on our girlfriend and grappling another dude is not gay. Otherwise Roarke would be surrounded with guys and not girls.

>>1031284
" Oh gaareett my sweet sweet garrett~"

Even in the far distant future, gay chicken

>>1031305
I don't know if we'll be able to overcome thier lady boners for the purest love.

>>1031284
"Absolutely not. Spread that kind of Rumor and I'll find some way to make you do actual Shetland Maintenance duty."

>>1031284
"[shrug and look at Garret] as bad as these horndogs are this has nothing on when I space googled myself. Oh god after the news and wiki entries... [thousand yard stare] I couldn't bring myself to use the image search. The horror..."

>>1031284
>"how dare you! My love for Garret is pure! besides he's not curvy enough for my tastes."

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Not-Hunks mech. Now settled on the Vayeate for its looks since the gellgoog is a no go. Just imagine the big round thing is a shield rather than a generator.

Power just went out, phoneposting to let you know.

I don't know when the power will be back, so I'm going to run over to a relative's to continue this.

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>>1031366
Good luck wong

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>>1031366
May Jove bless you on this most dangerous journey Wong

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>1031284
triple down on the gay, make the rumors more intense then the worst Anime yaoi fanfiction

Hmm, I might not need to after all, I see one of those power line fixer cherrypicker things already outside. I'll give it twenty minutes before I interrupt a relative.

>>1031284
>>1031311
do it

>>1031284
Play Gay chicken

>>1031394

Careful what you wish for, you don't want Irina getting jealous.

Also I think the power is back, the lights are back on and my router is reconnecting.

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“Gimme a D!” Lara holds her hand up as if holding a pompom.

“D!” Lyra gleefully echoes.

“D...” Lyanna mumbles.

“Gimme an I!” Lara points her other hand into the air.

“I~!” Lyra croons.

“I...” Lyanna rolls her eyes.

"Gimme a C!" Lara swishes her hips side-to-side.

"C! I definitely C it!" Lyra howls.

"Do I have to?" Lyanna crosses her arms.

“Gimme some kings!” Lara winks, extending both hands towards you two in a double-fingergun gesture, “What's that spell!?”

“Dickings!” Lyra jumps into the air, clapping her hands together.

“Dickings, I guess.” Lyanna grumbles, “I'll break the news to Miss Gaunt myself. Oh, I hope she punishes the messenger...” She smiles, licking her lips.

“This is worse than the time I did a holonet search for myself. Those WrenchWench comics...” You shudder.

“No! NO! It's not like that! It's not like that at all!” Garret protests, “A-Amos was just telling me I need to be faithful!”

“Yes! To him! Sweet, sweet boylove within a squad.” Lara hugs herself, batting her eyes.

“Noooo!” Garret wails, “Curse the gods for making me so beautiful!”

“This is just male bonding! We're having a serious talk!” You protest, “We're both taken, it's not like that!”

“Oh Garret...” To your utter shock, Lara's voice sounds exactly like yours suddenly. Exactly like it. Completely perfect, “Together, we're like milk and cookies.”

“Oh yes, Lieutenant~” Lyra purrs in an exact duplicate of Garret's voice, “Like strawberries and chocolate. Mmm!”

“Like Achilles and Patroclus!” Lara poses dramatically, “Oh, my sweet little Ensign, I'll protect you no matter what!”

“Oh save me from the Paladin, squad leader!” Lyra fake-swoons, “We're like Avalonians and atrocities!”

“Corn and the three-field rotation, yee-haw!” Lara fistbumps her sister, the two of them collapsing into a fit of the giggles.

Lyanna just looks bored.

"How do you do that, anyway?" You ask, "That's fantastic."

Lara blushes, "We all have a really wide vocal range. Lysa uses hers for singing..."

"We use ours for mischief!" Lyra winks and sticks her tongue out.

Lyanna sighs, "Why not Miss Gaunt and Major Cabot? Come on, universe...let a girl's innocent wish come true."

[Continued]

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HI Palomino: Yates&Hillyrd Conversion
Callsign: Loggerhead
Base Frame
Medium Striker Torso: C/S/k 8, 4 tons
Medium Striker Head: C/S/K 4, 2 tons
Medium Striker Left Arm: C/S/K 5, 2 tons, +1 melee
Medium Striker Left Hand: C/S/K 2/1/1, 0.5 tons
Medium Striker Right Arm: C/S/K 5, 2 tons, +1 Melee
Medium Striker Right Hand: C/S/K 2/1/1, 0.5 tons
Medium Striker Left Leg: C/S/k 5, 2 tons, +1 Melee
Medium Striker Right Leg: C/S/k 5, 2 tons, +1 Melee

Armor
Heavy Striker(5cp, 5sp, 2.5 tons): Torso, Legs
Medium Striker(4cp,4sp, 2 tons): all other Servos
Armor weight: 13.5 tons
Armor Cost: 27 Cp

Sensors:
Main Sensors (head): 4 cp , 1 space, 0.5 tons, 700 km range
Backup Sensors (Torso): 2 cp, 2 spaces, 1 ton, 1 km range
Target analyzer (head): 5 cp, 1 space

Options:
Options: Torso cockpit with environment pod ( 2cp, space 1), lift wire (0.3 cp), anti-theft code lock (0.4 cp), stereo (0.1 cp), spotlights (0.2 cp)

Arsenal
A.M.S gun (head): WA +1, 1 kill (1 kill of structure),burst 5, phalanx only,
1 clip, 30 shots, 2 spaces, 1 ton, 3.5 cp total

Shield: Striker Shield (left arm): 7 Sp, 1 space, arm mounted, 3.5 tons, DA-2, 7 cp


Light Marksman Rifle (Right hand): WA +2 (WA + Tracer), 4 Kills, 450 meter range, Armor Piercing/tracer ammunition, 15 shots, 1 reload, 5 spaces total, 2.5 tons, 29 Cp total

Heat Estoc (left hand): WA+1, 7 kills(6+1), Armor Piercing, 5 spaces, 3 tons, 2 points of space efficiency. 11 Cp total


Thrusters: 12 (5 in each leg, 2 in the torso), 12 CP

MA= 400 meters of flight, 200 meters of ground movement


MV= -3

Total Cost: 139 Cp

Total Weight: 37 tons

Manufacturer Bucephalus Heavy Industries/ Yates&Hillyrd Munitions and Arms.
Serial number: 001 (original serial not found)
Pilot: Security Officer/Sales Associate Daryl Bradley (Mech pilot, Gun enthusiast, Tea Snob)
Bio: Formerly a Palomino pilot for the UJCIDF, Daryl works for YHMA (a glorified pirate garage/ smuggling ring), helping them to sell ghost guns at exorbitant prices to the colorful (and dangerous) people of the belt.
Tries to be a polite as possible while on the job. tends to loose his filter when agitated, surprised, or bewildered.

>>1031411
Somewhere in Innsmouth, gay piano music duets are happening.

>>1031432
Don't know how Noriko would feel about that

>>1031440
she'd be on top of the piano in a lounge dress

>>1031440
I'm sure if Simon is trying to be like the Black Ogre, he can figure things out. Honestly, if Simon survives the war, I wonder how he'll raise his kid? Try to hook him up with a bunch of girls, fix up the Squilla for him, and have to deal with his son's mental health issues.

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“No! I'm doing something to help the military and Amos misunderstood!” Garret fumbles with his PC, then brings up...a map program? He expands the holoscreen to a yard in each direction.

“What's that have to do with your love affair?” Lyra asks.

Lara grins, “He's using this opportunity to confess. How perfectly romantic.”

“I'm leaving.” Lyanna turns to go, only for her sisters to each catch her by one arm and spin her around to face you again.

“Well, I...acted like I was having doubts about our cause to the insurgents who jacked the Cicero. I can be pretty convincing when I want, and some of those girls were, um, very lonely.” Garret tries to explain.

Lyra abruptly scowls, “The cats? Ugh! Gross, I wish they'd all just disappear. They're a bunch of filthy traitors.”

Lyanna glares at Lyra, “They're on our side. A lot of them, anyway.”

Lyra rolls her eyes, “Yeah? So? The ones on our side are happy to sell out their friends and relatives in exchange for Jovian technology and credits. They hadn't even seen PCs until we showed up, only the nobility had any connection to the outside galaxy while the rest lived like ancient Terran peasants. They're primitives, and they deserve to burn along with Avalon, frankly.”

Garret draws himself up to his full height, “Watch your fucking mouth. My girlfriend is a Qu'liri.” He taps a small icon on the screen, and contact icons blossom across the map, “You're right, they hadn't seen PCs until we came along and sold them to them. The civilian models, in fact. Now, this isn't common knowledge, for obvious reasons...but they can be tracked, if you know how to trace the signal. And that, Amos, is why I did it. Most of them I expected just to go home, but that tiger-striped one I darted in the neck? She's deep in Avalonian propaganda, and she wanted so badly to convert me because that Paladin wanted to convert me. I just played along. Sweet, innocent me.” He winks, “I was out of my armor by then, she didn't even recognize me.”

“That's...” Lyra's mouth twists like she just bit into a lemon, “Gross. Why go for a Qu'liri with a dish like the Lieutenant right there? I'd have taken a bite of him. Well, more than just a bite.”

“And that.” Garret says firmly, his nerve restored, “Is why Irina hit you. Although, considering the need to restore the population...”

You shake your head, “I can't even think about that sort of thing.”

Garret blinks, “What? You don't even wonder about having a Martian Marriage? Come on, Starwind has one.”

“Starwind also has a bounty on his head that would let the entire squad retire to their own private ranches.” You reply, folding your arms.

[Continued]

>>1031508
Well, while I smack some bugs, here is the Standard Dutchman. Pilot Maxwell C. Hammer. Wong's got the gist of the pilot already so I trust him there. http://pastebin.com/YnhC0xA0

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“Oh gosh.” Lyra giggles, “We've finally found one, a boy with a pre-War mentality. It's so charming and old-fashioned.”

“Hey, I can't judge, I don't think Marilyn's the sharing type either.” Garret shrugs.

“So, wait, can our PCs be tracked like that?” Lara asks the most pertinent question, looking a little bit worried.

Garret shakes his head, “Like I said, it's not well known outside of technological experts, I'm only aware of it because of my dad and brother...but military-grade PCs can't be tracked, otherwise we wouldn't be allowed to have them. Sadly, the same is true for the PCs used by most major criminal gangs, like the Iron Kestrels. Otherwise Starwind wouldn't be able to show up wherever he wants and steal everything he likes. That isn't the point. The point is, I know where several of them are, and this...” He points to a single spot on the map where about a dozen glowing golden icons are clustered, “This is suspicious, because there isn't a settlement here.”

You peer closely at it, “The Great Zinn Dam?”

“Zann.” Lara corrects you, “It's pronounced Zann. The Qu'liri alphabet is weird, everyone gets that wrong.”

You shrug. It's the Great Zinn Dam to you, “Why there?”

Garret grins, “Why did those Knights run there after they got beaten? Why didn't they ditch their mecha and run inside the dam once they knew they were outgunned? We didn't have a ton of people with us, they could have set a trap for us and maybe got away if they were lucky. It's because they didn't want us searching the site.”

Major Cabot rounds the corner, distractedly playing Ace Phoenix on her PC. She sees the map, and frowns, “Don't you all have something you should be doing?”

[Continued]

>>1031546
Dammmn Garret.

>>1031546
So Garret is both charming and smart. Dang, Marilyn got out lucky.

>>1031546
You keep earning that best boy spot Garret.

If Roarke joined the navy instead of becoming a pirate I wonder what girls he would have ended up with.

>>1031564
We would have taken it upon ourselves The Great Task of curing fairchild's bitchiness with D.

>>1031564
Every woman within a ten mile radius of Fairchild. Minus Cabot. REEEEEEEEEE

>>1031546
Hey Wong, a question (hopefully it hasn't been asked before, but I can't find it in the previous threads) where in the layout for tourney mechs do you put the Body Form?

>>1031564
well, i think clemmy and sam would have been a constant. Perhaphs one paladin we managed to beat on a 1 vs 1 (and we're forced to guard her because only near us she behaves), but other than that i have no idea.

>>1031580
I think we might have got with Cabbot the entire reason we hate her is the shit she's done to us. And to me she seems like she gay for pay

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“Ma'am!” Lyanna salutes with a bounce you suspect is deliberate, suddenly all perky and cheerful, “Ensign Luxol's located the enemy hideout, possibly several of them. I was just about to run and tell you.” She smiles sweetly, “He managed to track them through their PCs. Jovian ingenuity always wins.”

Major Cabot smiles back, and pats her pink head, “You're such a good girl, Lyanna.”

Lara and Lysa both give Lyanna dirty looks for some reason. Lyanna practically purrs at the attention from the dark-haired woman, ignoring them both.

For some reason, you have a very bad feeling about this, and exchanging glances with Garret, you see the same troubled expression on his face. He turns off the map, “We can't trust this information, ma'am. It could easily be a trap.” You know him well enough to know he doesn't believe that, and neither do you.

“I'll be the judge of that. The file. Ensign.” She uses his title pointedly. “I'll handle this myself.”

Garret's eyes narrow slightly, “Correct me if I'm wrong, Major, but I believe Colonel Luxol is en route to take command of SOUL's forces on Qu'lir.” He puts just the faintest emphasis on the Colonel's last name, one he shares, “For a full operation we require his authority, and because General Fairchild announced that she's returning to the Solar System tonight because of some undisclosed business she won't be in command. If this is, in fact, a permanent base it will still be here a few days from now. If they were going to abandon it, they would have done so already. Unless this is all a trap, in which case there's even less reason to act rashly in hope of scoring brownie points with the General. With all due respect, ma'am.” His voice is even, “I read your personnel file, and it's funny, but you're listed as an aide, not a field commander. I don't believe you have the authority or the qualifications to, as you put it, handle this yourself.”

Inwardly, you're impressed. Garret doesn't take advantage of his lineage often, but right now, he is every bit a prince.

Major Bethany Cabot, however, doesn't hesitate in driving her fist into his stomach. He folds around it with a grunt, and she takes his PC right out of his hand, “Consider that a lesson, boy. There is authority, and then there is real authority, and you have neither. You'll be credited for this, don't worry.” She smiles. It's not a nice smile, “All of this.”

>[Stay quiet]
>[Speak up]
>[Break her fucking neck]

>>1031587

Just put it somewhere at the top. I generally note somewhere if it's not humanoid.

>>1031612
Ah, alright. Thanks.

>>1031608
I know it's the bait option, but god damn I can't help but

>[Break her fucking neck]

>>1031608
>>[Break her fucking neck]

>>1031608
>[Break her fucking neck]

>>1031608
>>[Break her fucking neck]
Gotta see where this one goes

>>1031608
>>[Break her fucking neck]

NAAAAW

>>1031608
>>[Break her fucking neck]
Does her attacking the son of the chairman counts as treason?

>>1031608
>>[Stay quiet]
Going to be the voice of reason. I do not like where this is going and I got a feeling the four of them are too dangerous to piss off right now. Keep tabs on her though. No one hurts one of ours with no respect.

>>1031612
Sorry, but I just remembered I have another question. The rulebook says you need wheels, treads, or a GES for a mechatank to move, but I was wondering that since 8+ Thrusters allow for flight, could I just put those on and say it can just float instead of fly? I know you said before you wanted to keep silly stuff like flying tanks out, and that's why I want to be 100 percent sure.

Really just doing the math for a GES and Thrusters is killing me.

>>1031641

We were setup as a bodyguard unit for his protection, no?

Well then.

>>1031643
>I know you said before you wanted to keep silly stuff like flying tanks out
>he doesent guntank inspace
For shame.

>>1031647
I think it was more flying tanks in atmosphere. That's what I assumed anyway.

>>1031643

Can it wait, honestly? You're embroiled in something much more important. This isn't just directed at you, but at everyone who wants complicated rules analysis during dramatic moments.

>>1031608
>[Speak up]
Ma'am, you've just assaulted the Chairman's Son.

>>1031653
Yeah, that's perfectly fine. I have pretty much all tonight and tomorrow to wait for the answer, I was trying to time it in between posts but I guess I kinda fucked up. Sorry about that.

I'll try doing both in the mean time. If I finish both before the thread ends I'll post both when it does and you can choose.

>>1031641
In most Kingdoms the punishment for hitting a noble was usually chopping off the hand.

>>1031660

Do neither, because "8+ thrusters allow flight" is wrong unless you mean MA. It's just...seriously, this isn't just directed at you...don't start asking for technical help and advice when you just voted to kill Bethany Cabot.

>yfw this was all a setup so moe and caesar have to wreck havoc here to free Amos from the brig because Irina will not be going anywhere without freeing him.

>>1031608
>[Speak up]
"Bitch you fucked up"

>>1031656
>>1031683
and then we break her neck with a roundhouse kick.

>>1031685

Breaking her neck is figurative, you have a monosword.

>>1031668
The main question is why. Even bloody fairchild told us she ranks above us and chances are this will end with us getting in trouble with 4 different high level pilots. It makes no sense and could get everyone involved in trouble. On the other hand, this would be helluva anti-climatic end for a possible First Mate.

>>1031688
>>1031668
This is the worst idea. Ever. Personally when I read 'break her fucking neck' I more envisioned what happened with Fairchild's maid. You know, WHAM, one punch, neck snap, all done.

This is the worst idea. But no other choice was ever going to be picked. Like I said, it's the bait choice, and god help us all for being unable to ignore it.

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Your sword is in your hand before you even think about it, the mono-blade's curved tip gleaming in the light of the luminopanels, “ON THE GROUND! HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!” You roar into her face, vaguely remembering how you're supposed to perform an arrest. You hope she resists. You hope she says something to give you a reason to cut her down like a dog in the street.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lyanna grab for a weapon, and you see her sisters grab her and wrestle her down.

Looking into Bethany Cabot's eyes, you realize something. She is about to kill you. There isn't a scrap of fear or hesitation, and her hand is already on her swordhilt. Anger boils openly on her face. “How dare-” She doesn't get to finish, you slam your forehead into her nose so hard you hear it crunch. She stumbles back, blood streaming from her face as she fumbles out her sword. That beautiful face is hideous with the nose smashed like a pug's and stripes of blood dripping past her lips and chin. The knowledge that it's an easy thing to seamlessly fix with modern medical technology doesn't make it any less satisfying, she's not the first arrogant officer with no field experience to attach herself to the senior ranks.

Lyanna shrieks in horror...but that isn't what strikes you. Lara and Lysa are staring at her. Hungrily. There's a vindictiveness in their expressions that you weren't expecting.

Farther down the hallway, you see someone approaching. An older man, perhaps in his mid forties or early fifties, he has one of those oddly ageless faces. He has shaggy brown hair, and a Lieutenant's uniform that, unlike yours, isn't stained with blood. He sees you and quickens his stride, calling out, “What's happening here?”

“SILENCE MCALLISTER!” Cabot shrieks in a nasally voice, gagging on blood as she whips out her rapier, “You...you WHELP, I'll...”

You hear a click behind you, the sound of Garret's holster coming open. His pistol is in his hand, pointed directly at her, “Go quietly or so help me, I'll see that more than your career ends here.”

[Continued]

>>1031709
oh god, why is this so satisfying even if this is bad news.

>>1031709
Amos' most deadly weapon is his head

>>1031712
>>1031709
This is the worst idea ever, the worst, ever, we're in so much trouble.

God help me though, I have personal experience telling me that shattering someone's nose is really god damn satisfying, like, holy fuck.

>>1031693
We're still Garret's bodyguard. Cabot assaulting Garret gives us ample reason to end her as a threat.

>>1031712
If this was gihren's greed this is probably where the new zeon faction would start forming.

>>1031693
>>1031726

Adding to this, Amos is also the only thing that is good in SOUL right now. she can't afford to lose us.

Wait i thought break her neck was just an expression for getting into a fight.
Did you guys really just vote to kill her.

>>1031737
My vote was more for just getting in a fight. Though like I said, I DID envision snapping her neck with one punch. It's not the preferred ending, of course.

>>1031742
there may still be a fight

>>1031737
there was no way she was going to die here. especially since no roll was called for.

Cabot is Roarke's to kill.

>>1031737
well, we're in a fight right now, but if she decides to assault Garret again we might do it. We're his bodyguard after all.

>>1031737
We voted to get into a fight.

If she resisted and we accidentally killed her it would be a happy accident.

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>>1031747
Are you successfully baited when you point out how poor bait is?

>>1031752
Yeah. Just don't respond, man.

>>1031746
>Killing Cabot
>Happy accident
I know one person that won't be happy, a person who will literally go off the deep end if Cabot dies.
Her name rhymes with Marechild, and she will find some way to literally but us on a crucifix if we cause any more harm to Cabot.

>>1031754
We have the Planetary chairman on ourside. We did our job defending his son and our dad is in good with him so he should be able to protect us from Fairy.

>>1031709
>McAllister
Who's he again?

>>1031756
were also a big PR piece as a paladin killer, she'd have to arrange for us to die fighting avalonians or Roarke or something for there not to be a big stink about it

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Her lips peel back from her teeth in a bloodstained snarl, and abruptly, her legs are bent, crouching below the angle of Garret's shot and her sword poised to skewer one of you. She's fast, but the older man is faster, and he's broken into a sprint at the sight of drawn swords. That long, luxurious mane she's tended to so well saves your life, the other Lieutenant grabs it and pulls hard, yanking her off balance and throwing her to the floor. Thankfully for everyone, Garret doesn't shoot her.

“I'll ask one more time.” The older Lieutenant's voice is steely, “What happened?”

“She hit Luxol. Lieutenant Wedge was protecting his friend, sir.” Lara salutes him.

His eyes narrow, “She struck the Chairman's son?”

Lara's heels click together sharply, “Yes sir!”

The Major tries to get up, and Lieutenant McAllister slams his foot down on the wrist of her sword-arm with enough force to tear a choked gasp of pain from her throat, “Did she strike him first?”

“Yes sir!” Lara and Lyra shout at the same time.

McAllister looks down at Cabot with utter contempt, “You were awfully bold with my squad when I wasn't there to protect them, weren't you?”

“I'LL HAVE YOU ALL BEFORE A FIRING SQUAD! ALL OF YOU! THE GENERAL WILL HEAR OF THIS!” Cabot shrieks. Tears run down her cheeks. Not just from pain, but from rage and shame. You wonder if in her entire life anyone has ever humiliated her before.

“She will. From me.” The Lieutenant's voice is deadly calm, “You arrogant little fool. That's the Planetary Chairman's son you just struck, and I know for a fact that Lieutenant Wedge was personally entrusted with keeping him safe.” He leans his weight more on the foot pinning her wrist, “If he executed you for your petty, stupid cruelty the moment you swung your fist, he would be pardoned within hours even if there were no witnesses. Even if Luther Luxol's blood wasn't involved a certified Jovian hero is worth more than General Fairchild's jumped-up harlot, no matter what rank she pinned on your uniform.”

Bethany Cabot makes a sound more like a wild animal than a woman.

[Continued]

>>1031758

The priest with the S-Slayer Mk. II who was on Team Orange Pekoe with Roarke's dad.