>Fine, I'll post that thing I wrote for the post-mission of the Homefront Operation.

On the command bridge of the Lucky O'Reilly, following the extraction of civilians at Hearth.

Major Walker watched from the view screen as the last of the Pelicans lift off from Hearth. As the Pelican climbed higher and gained speed, a flight of Storks flew from the direction it was headed, leaving towers of fire in their wake.

The Major snorted in anger. Command wouldn’t clear any air strikes, yet in the end, they were going to level the infected area anyway. He shook his head in frustration. He could have saved more of his men’s lives if they had let him call in some air strikes to begin with. He could have saved more of the civilians if they’d let him. But no, bureaucracies and politics prevented him from running the operation his way.

He sighed once more, dabbing his cigar in the ash tray. Evergrad was likely to have his ass for this. And this time, he didn’t know if Fierstrom would back him up. Penny-pinching tightwad Overseer probably couldn’t realize that if he could do things his way, it would probably cost less in the long run. Instead of having to call in a Colossus and a Chimera, he could have called in one, maybe two air strikes, and gotten the same results. But no, he had to follow brass, politics, and protocol, all to appease the higher-ups who only saw numbers, not men.

>>12975294

“Numbers and men, huh?” Walker quietly whispered to himself. What did Fierstrom think of Bravo and the Sword of Damocles? What did she think of the men and women following her – following him and the Admiral – as her personal Executor Unit? He heard Overseer Evergrad say something about Fierstrom being some big-shot politician’s daughter. While Walker wasn’t “one to judge on blood,” as he would often say, he couldn’t help but wonder if the views she expressed that day wasn’t the result of that. Any other higher ranking officer would have had Walker order his men to hold a suicide line to allow the civilians to escape; then would have left them there to die.

But no, instead she gave him and Weird a rather free reign to do what they wanted. And she had even commended him for his choice to conscript the members of the terrorist “Galadorian Liberation Force” instead of executing them outright! Yet later, she would forget that his men were, well, men, and would occasionally treat them as automatons of sorts.

>>12975306

Another heavy sigh from the Major. Just what did she think of them, he wondered? What did she think of HIM? Probably not highly, not after that “Capture the Flag” simulation. He stared into the glowing embers of his cigar before bringing it to his mouth. “Women and politicians. Can’t ever understand either one of ‘em,” he muttered, before taking a drag from his cigar.

“Sir, did you say something?” McMillan asked.

“Nope. Just get the boys back home and in the barracks, would ya?”

“Sir, yes sir.”

A final thought passed through his mind. Were they seen as nothing but pawns? He shook the thought from his mind. There would be time for that kind of thinking. But now, it was just another day, and another battle won, with more reports and debriefings to be made. Maybe if he was an automaton, this part wouldn’t be so unpleasant.

>That's the end of that post-operation write-up.

yay! I'll post some of my shitty fan art in progress.

I told you I'd drawfag my daring rescue. I wanted keep it black and white to keep with oc's style but I can't seem to get it right.

here's one sketch I'm currently working on one including aberham

Generall history timeline

> Earth is destroyed by a prematurely exploding sun. But an expedition team was already sent out on a "millenium" long trip into the stars to find a new planet.
>Upon arriving on their destination, the expedition team sets up a communication system that pierces through the fabric of space time and communicates instantly
> Earth in their remaining days freezes their population, and "teleports" their populace through the reaches of space.
>The expeditioners known as " The Landers" recieve human data and reconstructs a percentage of Earth's populace. This number is stricken from memory.
> Earth is destroyed, along with her humans.

>Elsewhere, the new humans , perfectly cloned and functional arrives at the new world, named Terra, after their fallen home. The Landers pass on the torch to a new generation of humanity, who will live on to continue humanity with a fresh start. A lander cloning himself every century to oversee the progress of man. These landers keep their identities secret and is known only to the ancient machines they have placed all around Terra and onwards.

>To be continued

Maybe I'll do one for Walker's actions/thoughts after the first naval engagement. Anyone interested?

And yes, in a similar boat as OP, as I'll also be busy calculating fluid behaviors/procrastinatin'.

Also, if anyone would like to draw the "official" Bravo Team patch, that'd be cool. Looks something like this, but better, and with some awesome phrase along the scroll on the bottom that is an embodiment of Bravo.

>>12975347
I'm guessing that could mean Overseer Evergrad is a Lander. Probably thinks he's elite or somethin.
>I'd join the write-faggotry if I could write-fag well or had the patience to write.

>>12975465

>Which means I'll never be rid of the bastard. God damn it.

>>12975479
>I'm sure if Bravo team storms the cloning facility things should be fine.

>>12975601

>We'd have to find it first, and explain to a lot of people why an Executor Unit decided to invade a cloning facility.

>>12975631
>Overseer Evergrad is secretly... BUMBUMBUM! A traitorous pig.

>>12975649

>I'll believe that when I see him having sex with an underage Hive Queen. I mean really, why else would he want one so badly?

>>12975335

And another shitty sketch. I know he used a gravity gun but I liked this better. I should have said " the daring rescue of me"

>>12975402
I'd give that a shot but I likely wouldn't do it justice.

See stuff like this is where I wish I had a tablet or the ability to come up with somethin more then just a few entertaining quips. But such is life.

Oh good I didn't miss anything.

>>12975701

Do it anyway. I don't even pretend to be a good/decent/amateur writer and I still do it anyway. Just try it; the first is almost guaranteed to be near-utter crap.

Also, character development! Post some crazy hijinks your character may have gotten involved in. Or maybe fluff out an action sequence in a prior mission.

>>12975735

Not a mission, but story time. Want to write about your character's backstory? Go ahead. Make up some BS about some planet in OP's universe? Sure, go for it. Write a fap-fic about your character and R00? Creepy, but still accepted.

>>12975781
Ha.
Shot doesn't have a backstory, really. He just... showed up. With Betsy.

Hell, his APC has a longer history.

As long as I'm here I have a quick rules question. How do to hit rolls work exactly with respect to range? I seem to remember you can fire at things outside of your range for -1 to hit per space. Does it work the other way, like you get +1 if they are inside your range? I feel like I saw a couple of hits on higher numbers than they should be last game.
I had something else but I don't remember it just now.

Also I was wondering if it would be worthwhile to have a thread archived with in-depth rules explanations/ FAQs that new people can be referred to.

>>12975791

Write it. About how he showed up. How he felt at home with Betsy. How he trained using Betsy and nearly ran over the Inquisitor's cat (idunnolol).

Timeline
part 2


>Humanity spreads into the brightly colored reaches of space as opposed to the black desolate void that used to hang over them back on Earth. New sciences were being introduced to the human race covertly and at times even legitimately through enlightened thinkers, scientists, and engineers. The race has exploded into a frenzy of expansion, near unlimited resources and the means to get from one planet to another with ease using starships.

>One Lander who was leading the race to the stars explores an ancient shrine that evidenced an ancient culture predating the Earth's existence.

> The ancient shrine was not abandoned.

>Immediately after the Pendleton incident, the colony of Thousand Steps gets destroyed outright, an immense naval fleet consisting of planet destroyers blanket the "sky" of the once colorful space.

>>12975797

Don't actually know. Wait till OP returns. And yes, that's a wonderful idea, Roosevelte.

Time Line part 3


> Humanity drives back in a panic, a space police force armed only for insurrections and space pirates stood no chance against a full millitarized threat.

> Leading the counter offensive were a band of space pirates, unthawed millitary leaders, equipped with poorly outdated earth weaponry. It fails but humanity is afforded a chance to escape to the secret reaches of space where no stars guide their ships. Humanity is forever recognized as heretics by a faceless enemy.

> One by one colonies fall to space terrors and the overwhelming power of an enemy space fleet. For every world destroyed was a second afforded to a slowly building human resistance.

> The last of the Landers makes himself known and installs himself as a naval commander of a new galactic command fleet. With humanity depleting and "teleporting" themselves to new worlds extras were made which sparked the " Freeman Incident" in which humanity stumbled on themselves trying to justify who they were as a race that constantly copied themselves.

Part 4


> The freeman incident triggered a hidden weapon that humanity used zealously, cloned soldiers. And with that paved the way to proxies; sentient beings created expressly for combat and having the rights of a "weapon".
This created a rise to cyberisation, then full on android production and combat droids.

>With a watershed of war technology releasing and making themselves known wholesale at the behest of a Lander, humanity strikes back in the battle of EisenHower, a planetary fortress created in a moon that played a critical role in watching the Exalted's movements and amassing a clone army under their nose.

> The year long battle at eisenhower created the Silverline, in which naval forces have amassed and created a clear outline of approach to launch a counter offensive from.

> From here the Iron Line is established in which both forces send their forces endlessly at each other in a full on battle of force. Meanwhile all the planets still currently under human control has been turned over to war production, exorbitant moneymaking, and colonial strife among refugees now being branded as Space Pirates who long ago died saved their very lives.

>>12975803
They called it Betsy. Not she, It. It was too malicious for anything else. Betsy was old, almost a relic, passed from team to team to squad to squad. Many trainees had stories about the big ball, none of them happy ones. It seemed to be hell-bent on ruining the day of whoever sat inside, save the driver.

Seatbealts would malfunction at the worst of times. The gyros would destabalize after a particularily bad breakfast. Pets seemed to attract it magnetically. Betsy was old, Betsy handled like shit, and Betsy hated you. Yes, you, the driver would often say as a young man would sit down for the first time.

Shot, the driver, was just as much a constant in its time. He seemed to both hate and love the vehicle, lovingly toiling on it until late at night, then fighting with it as he drove in the day. No one could say she was not welcome, but then again, few wanted to ride the monster that was Betsy.

Part 5


> Returning veterans of the Iron line return and see their homeworlds corrupted with strife, greed, and abuse of power from former subordinates that stayed behind in their stead. The Battle of Irons was a 3 cycle-long show of force of veterans versus combat clones that ended in an overrun. With a veteran naval commander [stricken from memory] attaches warp drive boosters to an asteroid field and bombards several planetary fortresses with an orchestrated meteor shower.

wut....

> The Veterans of Iron win. With it, negotiations and changes within the millitary have created another revolution of conscientious provisions to combat clones, fierce combat discipline, competent generals, and above all, an establishment of a fleet dubbed solely as the HLF: The Human Liberation Front. Tauted by the people as the saviors of a lost humanity.

> Stars shift, planets turn and all of humanity awaits with bated breath as to how this wave of soldiers will fare where countless mega-millions have died before them.

Oh god I really should get back to work. Sorry if my grammar is super shit 64.

I've got an alternative class reference sheet for Colton, which is just a bit of photoshop-knockoff and MyPaint.

As for fluff fiction, I might write up something, if just to expand the universe a bit.

newfag here, what is this? Obvious a setting but i've seen you guys play games over /tg/ in it. Is it some kind of play-by-post? If so, how do I join? Got a link on 1d4chan for it?

>>12975928
if you're up for a ton of reading, search "skirmish quest" on suptg

>>12975928

This is just a fluff and general thread, as you noticed. To this day, I do not know of any 1d4chan posts for Skirmish Quest.

It essentially plays out like a multiplayer thread quest mixed with a traditional tabletop game. Kind of like playing 40k, but you control one soldier only.

When a game starts up (at a later, to be specified date), feel free to jump in. Just grab a name, trip, and a class according to OP's instructions.

So does anyone else have any epic happenings from ingame they want poorly drawfagged?

>>12976005

The, uhh, capture the "flag" incident?

>>12975797
One might consider using 1d4chan for any sort of tutorial. If nothing else, it could be regularly updated as rules change, and contain all of the necessary image stat links that basically never get posted often enough.

Also, it would be nice to start gathering up information on enemy statistics and appearances somewhere and that seems a reasonable place. It is annoying as hell to see enemies on the map and not know what they are, and not at all in a "dammit, the GM is foiling me with his devilish tricks again!" kind of good way. It's just annoying.

>>12976031
Ah, I wasn't there for that one, though I understand the flag was panties, any specifics or just a lovely panty-flag?

>>12976055

From my understanding, they were red velvet panties. See the archives for more... details.

Darn it. I missed the last ground-pounding exciement. Again.
How am I gonna raise the level of my ground-pounder clone? His clone-brethren is an admiral already, for Space Jesus's sake.

Buck up, ground-pounder Weird!

". . ." Mutters.

>>12976055
Major stole the Inquisitor's panties, gave them to the robot to do laundry or something, then took them and put them on a flag and ordered a training exercise. The results were rather predictable, with the exception that apparently the Inquisitor is willing to put up with way more shit from the Major than one would expect.

>>12976005
My suicidal rescue?

>>12976076
Don't forget the lace.
Never forget the lace.

+pokes+

Captcha says that England is Negiland!

>>12976101
As in, she didn't BLAM him on the spot. But that was most probably because MacMillan (Walker's adjutant) had the foresight of taking away most firearms form the bridge beforehand.

Ah, Skirmish Quest. In reply to comments made in the previous archived thread, I like playing as a Knight, I just always seem to miss the thread when it comes up. Ah well, at least Knights are amazing when it comes to getting kills for advancement. More forgiving of missed scenarios in that respect.

>>12976131

McMillan. No idea on how he looks like. Smart fellow, I'd imagine, but not very well spoken. A guy most people would find amicable. Walker is always yelling at the poor fellow for not yelling enough.

Anyone want to flesh him out a bit?

Eight more kills, ground-pounder Weird, and you can be a Machine Gunner!
Ah... Kerberos Panzer Corps style...

ALRIGHT For my next trick what should I write next ?

>Unit Information and Lore
> Exalted Information and Lore
> ______ Information and Lore

>Generate your homeworld with one or two sentences.

>>12976142

Blinky, aren't you a Corporal now? 1st rank up is to Corporal, second to Sergeant.

In that respect, we've got our first prestige class guy, Wolf. Guy got 11 kills as INFANTRY. Something probably broke to allow that to happen.

>>12976055
I wouldn't mind having a brick house of a man burning alive in a tank with a cigarette in his mouth. Since that would basically just describe most of whats happened to Ghoul throughout his career.
Hell I'd love if anyone would drawfag that for me hahahah
>>12975754
Workin on a bit of writefaggotry for Ghoul as I type this as well. Quick rundown, brick shithouse of a russian-like man with a goatee and a penchant for fire

>>12976227

I'd just like to politely direct you to
>>12975797

>>12976227
>Exalted please.

>>12976253

Range rules are pretty much how you described it.
Those who hit in closer range were either levelled up or i read their stats wrong.

Say, when the next thread? I've been busy with other things and missed out. Also, Exalted Lore sounds good.

To: Edwin Zeleck (Original)
From: Edwin "Ghost" Zeleck (Clone Proxy)

Hey Ed, haven't written in awhile. I just went through my second clone the other day. I still have this body and one extra in storage, with any luck I'll be getting another one soon. I've heard from others that after they run out of clone extras that the original gets drafted.
A few of us have already had their originals brought in. It appears that they upload our memories and experience to the originals once they arrive. Bet it's strange to have two sets of memories, each occupying the same span of time but separate. I don't know what happens to the proxy mind that controls the clones once our bodies run out. Maybe my mind gets uploaded to some database somewhere for holding, maybe I'm just gone for good. If an original get's called in and then he earns himself another clone body, does he go to reserve and the old proxy mind get called in? In any case, I don't intend to discover it myself.
Anyway I look forward to your return messages, it's good to have contact with someone outside even if limited. I'll try to keep you off the field, even if just to preserve myself.

Your proxy,
Edwin Zeleck


>My shot at writefaggotry. No creepy fapfics about Ghost and R00, sorry to disappoint everyone!

>>12976243

Ah, right. Forgot the ol' Cpl.
But 11 kills? Holy space Jesus that's a lot. And now that he's a prestige class, expect more.

Can only hope he shows up for further battles. Him + prestige droids will be amazing.

>>12976320

Probably not until a zombie quest is done. Which will happen tuesday or wednesday [night].

Thursday night at 10-11 might be the best i can come up with in terms of hitting this shit early. otherwise that might go to zombie quest too.

>>12976340

>Goddamnit man I was hoping you'd do it. Just for the lulz. Yes, for the lulz. And because I want to see how many times Ghost tries to get in R00's pants each day.

rolled 4, 1, 5, 9, 9, 4, 8 = 40

>>12976389
>I'm assuming it depends on how long Endgame takes to finish. Either way, I'm fine lurking through ZQuest until later. Also blam.

>>12976389
Not a fan of the late night stuff but I shall be scanning for this thread later in the week. Until then.

>>12976416

You know, if you go prone. You get a +1 to your rating.

>>12976430
Yessir. If I was prone that would have be a mediocre 3 hits. By the way, any chance of a double specialized class? (For when we somehow end up with over 20 or 30 kills.)

>>12976389
Not that anyone cares but thursday's perfect for me, fridays the one day I don't have anything going on.

also I thought I posted this? oh well captcha must have eaten it ( i think irons was one who grabbed it)

>>12976389
>Zombie quest

Man, that is my greatest sadness. I caught the first thread, then missed all of them and saw
>Endgame

Well its more of a description of Ghoul then anything but hey I'm distracted by multiple things right now hahah. Might go into proper detail why fire likes Ghoul so much which would include story on why he smokes as well.

Ghoul sat as he normally does on an uneventful morning; at a table in the mess hall with a cigarette, a mug of what they're passing as coffee, and a platter of biscuits and gravy. He's a pretty big guy for a Bitank pilot, and has been told by his CO's several times that he should have been a Knight; standing at 202cm and weighing 137kg. Ghoul seems like a silent giant to those who would just glance upon him, but anyone who knows him realizes that the opposite is truth, he prefers joking around with his squad mates when they're not getting shot at by the enemy.

>>12976524
Actually I got it first then got smashed in the face by a missile because Command conveniently forgot to tell me I couldn't hold a flag and shield at the same time....

Then again, Command also told me to wear it on my head so, there you go!

>>captcha: occupation cafflarc

What the hell is a cafflarc and when did I get reassigned?

So, did Hawkes retain his rank-up bonus even after getting that special class?
Or is it lost with the class change?

We need clarification of action economy.

Groundpounders have one move (action), and the more standard action. Some have more than one standard action (Knight & Medic), but Snipers only have one move action OR one standard action. Reloading is an action, and I'm assuming climbing, jumping, kneeling, dropping prone, and standing up are each an action too.
What the heck is Overwatch, and what action is it?

Naval units are a bit more confusing. Are they using the same idea of Move actions and Standard actions? Or just Actions, where attacking or moving (adjust, thrust, acc/dec, stabilize) are actions?

Not sure if Knights need Sidearms, or if Medic needs some too. Can we just make new rules for Kill Point gathering? Damaging an enemy (Assist) gets percentage KP, saving an ally garners a set KP point (more than one KP) or a percentage of that ally's KP tally in that session. Killing more challenging enemies garner bonus KP, etc., etc.

>>12976535

Theres a next session coming up after the first one is done.

It may or may not involve a Renn faire.

>>12976589

To be fair, it would have been funny, and it would have freed up your arms. I thought you would be holding the panties, not a pole.

>>12976524
Cred to Nomad on the initial capture. Command kind of fucked him with lack of information, as he notes, but he wouldn't have made it out regardless... still, props. Good man.

>>12976340
>I like the way you've done this...

To: J. Rybaltowski
From: Sgt. J. "Irons" Rybaltowski

Still not dead, still flying. There's now another clone between you and getting killed, more's the pity. They should make you die second, put that poor fucker at the end of the queue and give him your mindrip. Though you're still a jackass, so why inflict that on anyone?

Love and bullets,
Irons
---
To: S. Viridian
From: Sgt. J. "Irons" Rybaltowski

Take it from his clone, you don't want to keep dating that guy. The odd hours that he keeps are not work-related, take it from me, and you don't even want to know what's in his basement.

I wouldn't ruin his fun, but as long as I'm not going to get you I might as well ruin his fun for spite. Have fun deciding if I'm lying!

Imagining you naked,
Irons
---
To: M. Rybaltowski, I. Rybaltowski, T. Horner, L. Carpenter, L. Steffelman, E. Weffenshdat
From: Sgt. J. "Irons" Rybaltowski

Got promoted (twice). Still have not met any of your doubles, though they must be alive since you're not in service.

Since my original apparently changed all his cred numbers and passwords, can't help you there anymore, but if you've got any other questions regarding his life and mind I'd be glad to help.

Later y'all,
Irons

>>12976629
>first
What?

Is this different zombie quests?

4 islands.

November is one of them.

>>12976644
I believe he means that this current arc revolving around the college is ZOMBIEQUEST PART ONE. And that part two may involve a renn faire! Just imagine it, ZOMBIE JOUSTING! WE BETTER GET A KNIGHT MEMBER!

>>12976671
blrrrg.
I've just missed so much, jegus.

>>12976340
>>12976641

To: Admiral Anhuelle Lanuja, Private Anhuelle Lanuja
From: Doc. Srevez Collinda


Admiral, Private,

It pains me to admit to you that your clone progenitor, one Anhuelle Lanuja, has not yet made any signs of recovery after the inexplicable inicdent with the prototype memory-replication device. Rest assured though, that despite not having any close living relatives, Mister Lanuja is in the best care possible we could offer.

He was a good man and a damned good researcher. It is truly a shame to see the loss of that brilliant mind, lying there in a vegetative state, but we here in the research team still hope to see that we would be able to return his memory whole and repair him to his prior condition.


To: Doc. Collinda
From: Adm. Weird

Put that body up in the clone reserve, already.

> Heh.

>>12976784

>Damn it, now I need to do one too.

>Well, this turned out a little longer then I had thought.

The only thing Colton hated more then than being dropped was prepping for the drop pod.

It started out alright. As a clone at least he didn’t have to get the biosteel injections to stop his entire skeleton from shattering from the impact. Long needles stabbed into the marrow filled with nanites and metalli-organic compounds to honeycomb his skeleton into something that could stand the kinetic discharge of tank halting from terminal velocity. There of course were other systems in place to make the 16 gee acceleration and sudden halt more manageable, and he hated them all.

The neck shunt, to stop him from blacking out as they reached speeds that even his augmented constitution couldn’t handle, a filter jammed into his jugulars to artificially control his blood level as all his blood tried to scream its way out the top of his skull. Even after it was release upon impact and the trans-clot nanos kicked in, he’d still have a crick.

The constricting reentry carapace, a thin gossamer shell trailing fiber-optic cables that fitted over his armor and kit and would rip off once deployed, built to generate an electrokinetic field that told his body that everything was fine and in one piece as he plummeted—no, was shot—from Orbital into the field on a trajectory that, with an error in the ten thousandth place could cause him to skip, could very well send him into a spin that would paint him on insides of the droppit before centrifugal force broke the shell apart at speeds rivaling a gauss rifle.

>Maybe a bit too long.

And as the technicians moved started to guide him towards the pod, carefully gathering up the carapace’s cords like a dozen imbilicals, he watched as the intransigent gravity field cycled through, a faint wavering in the air accompanied with green ‘go’ LEDS lighting up the coffin-womb in sections. The fields, besides helping against the aforementioned pasting, managed to make your inner ear learn how to jazz dance.

And as they fitted him into the pod, the hum of the thousand parts that all needed to work droning in his ear, the worst part happened. Smiling, the technicians twisted off the cap of the first bottle. Colton glared at them. They knew he hated this the most. Now, as the carapace and the intran field started handshaking, the restraints hissed to life, slowly and firmly locking him in place as if Consteel was being poured around him. The technicians lifted the first bottle of nullgel to his lips, and he drank bitterly.

The human body has over a dozen cavities: stomach, esophagus, colon, lungs, and most of the other organs. In this fantastic acceleration and deceleration, those irregularities in his mass would rupture as the tissue around tried to move in. So the egg-heads had cooked up nullgel: a smart gel that invasively and brutally filled every “hole”. It was like having bad gas, only in reverse and throughout the whole body. The first bottle poured into his mouth like jello, and upon coming into contact with his saliva, took on a life of its own.

>Last one, I promise.

As it started to push its way down his throat, suppressing his gag reflex, he remembered why he hated it the most: the favor. Some one in the HR department and thought she was doing a favor when she favored nullgel cherry. A sickly sweet, artificial cherry. Like horrible cherry pie it slammed into his small intestine and kept on going. Then the first bottle was removed and the second one was tilted into place.

It took 5 and a half bottles today, Colton hadn’t managed to choke down any lunch. He glared at the technicians as the last bottle, pinkish-red goop sliding down the side, was placed on the cart. He could feel the nullgel moving around inside him, like a monstrous parasite making itself at home. It didn’t matter that it would evacuate forcefully from his body on touchdown, that it would be gone in a matter of seconds. In fact, that just mad it worse.

He wished he could swear inside his mind, but it didn’t work that way. It never did.

The pod dropped, first by artificial gravity, then by the Orbital’s magnetic scaffold, firing it like a bullet into the atmosphere. And someone had made a mistake in the hundredth thousandth place.

To: Pidgeon
From: Hawkes

Hey sis, it's been awhile. Haven't seen you since that attack on Azimuth. Yeah, sorry about forgetting to tell you I got a spare clone. I hope this delicious cake will make up for that, I baked it myself. The sprinkles are actually Xeno carapace.

Much love from your Brother,
Hawkes
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To: Raven
From: Hawkes

We sure got Pidgeon good, didn't we?

Your bro,
Hawkes
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To: Hawkes
From: Pidgeon

YOU DICK WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ICING MADE OF?!

/incoherent scribbles/
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To: Hawkes
From: Raven

You're a dick.

-Raven

>Felt the need.

Hahahaha keep em coming gents

Im plugging out exalted lore but i need to take a shower !

Also get yelled at by roommate. Almost burned down the house ; _;

>Identification verified, clearance granted. Begin transmitting message…

To: Annabelle Adams
From: “The Ranger”

Hey there, been awhile since I’ve last wrote. How are you and the kids doing? Is James still trying to win over that Kennedy girl? Has Sarah been making friends in school? Please send pictures – it helps to remind a man what he’s fighting for.

Yeah, I know I’m terrible about not keeping my promise to keep in touch more often. But, you see, they promoted me to Major – Major! It was just Tactical Advisory duty, guiding the boys on the ground so they won’t die, when suddenly the higher-ups decide to make me acting CO. A few more engagements later, with Galadoria and Aggronia liberated, [CENSORED] suddenly decides to drop in and chew me up before making me a Major.

So now I’m in command of [CENSORED], flying around battling aliens, sending good men and women – clones and originals – to their deaths. Honestly, how can they trust me so much? Don’t they know that I can’t guarantee to get them all home in one piece? Don’t they know that when I deploy them, I’m afraid that I’ll make a mistake and get them all killed?

I’m not going to break anytime soon. Just… send a message, or a recording, you know? Nice to hear – and talk – to the outside.

With love,
Walker

>>12977116

>Identification verified, welcome back, Major. You have one unread message. Open?
>Opening message…

To: “The Ranger”
From: Annabelle Adams

Nice to hear from you, after 3 months. Honestly, it took me 4 hours and 5 re-writes to do this. I was afraid I’d loose you too. I was afraid you’d disappear like John. It calms me a little to know that you’re no longer in the line of fire. But, do try to write more often, would you? I don’t ever want to receive that message again. I can’t blame John; you know as well as I do that there wasn’t anything going to stop him from what he did, especially with his family on the line. Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid, okay? No heroics. I don’t know how I – or the kids – would be able to bear it.

The kids are doing fine. James finally asked her out to the homecoming dance. The two look adorable together. He’s been telling me that she’s “just a friend.” Silly boy; does he really believe he can fool his mother?

Sarah’s doing well. Still a little shy, although now she seems to have a little pack of boys following her around. She’s so quiet; yet as soon as she’s with her friends, suddenly she’s – well, a commander, barking orders and keeping them in line. Maybe it’s in her genes? I don’t doubt it.

I’ve attached the pictures of the kids, as well as a recording. I know what you’re doing is hard, dangerous, and stressful. Just, play the message when you feel like you’re losing sight of what’s important, okay? We’ll be here, so just shoot us some mail.

With all my heart, and the kids’ as well,
Annie

P.S. Is it normal protocol for the military to require biological identification to open your mail? Or censor it?

>Closing Text…
>Downloading attached files…

>>12977116
>>12977261
>Walker's a family man. Honestly did not see that coming.

>>12977116
>>12977261
Permission to d'aaaaaaaaw sir?

>>12977261
>>12977116

>Fucking hell, I typo'd and wrote Mak. not Maj. The hell is a "Mak." rank?

>>12977304
Complex characters. Woo. Also, who said it's HIS family? Hmmm? OC said that it's entirely possible for an original and a clone to be enlisted simultaneously... oh fuck it, yeah, it might as well be his.

>>12977334
Permission granted. Now let's hear about Nomad writing home.

Addendum: The Exalted

I've spent previous years researching what The Exalted were drowning myself in the intel pools and even citing research findings from the first landers.

But what I saw in the first few months flashing about with a millitary attachment, all those cycles spent double, triple uploading myself in the memepool cannot compare to the real thing. The aliens that we've been fighting, the forces that lay ahead. The damage that they've done.


It is said that the Exalted were a god-race, irrefutable proof indicates that they have not only one but several sentient races under their thumb as servant races that they have created. It has been said that for every Exalted individual, was a race of space faring creatures that populate this sector that they have claim over. A universe, teeming with life and resources is also blooming with culture, knowledge, and above all a perfect eco system in which all have attained a balance, a role with each other be they monstrous bugs or planet sized terrors, the Exalted's attention to design, the sciences, arts and spirituality are considered one interchangeable term. We translated this as their "way" in Kyotonese it's " Kido ".

>>>

>>12977375
>MAKARIAN WALKER?! That could end badly.

I was actually under the impression that they might not be his at all. Until she mentioned genes. At first I figured they were this John figure's kids.

>My guess is: Inevitably we'll learn that Walker's original got blam'd and he's left as a clone. John refers to his original.

>>12977411

Wow, that's actually what I was aiming for; that the kids may not actually be his. As to who is the original and who is the clone... well, who knows?

>Really, I'm just too lazy to decide which. OR AM I? And Makarian Walker, good God, you guys would be screwed. He'd actually be actively trying to nom your brains.

> >

So it is no surprise that our intrusion here was registered as an act of trespass. With our very presence, the delicate ecosystem of life here is compromised, but who is actually in danger here ? The very first creatures we encountered tore through our armor easily, bursted forth from the corpses of the shredded dead, and have collected people in liquified pools of their neighbors , families, their loved ones and their own blood.

I speak of the Xenoforms of course. If evil existed in primal nature it was these beings. Insectoid in nature, the Xenoforms followed one simple program set out to them by the exalted, multiply, feed, multiply, feed, starve die.

Ever since we've entered this system the researchers have been getting these whispers in the black, ghostly psychic echoes. Now we know, everything the exalted has touched is in way or another capable of psychic communication. Combat clones and humans who have spent too long in the Iron line suffer from Ghost Terrors, in which their clones would simply awaken, berserk. These are men and women who have had the most exposure to the insect like Xenoforms.

Professors, researchers and debaters would debate if there was a grain of organized,intelligent thought among the Xenoforms. Let me tell you now that the most prestiged xeno biologist MUST have had his words bought out by the Counter Intelligence Dept. Because after seeing these bugs spring unified assaults against us with the fervor comparable to religious fanatics, I cannot for the life of me that not only do they follow intelligent and organized thought, but the entity controlling them - YES CONTROLLING THEM - does so unquestioned authority, precision and response to battle field conditions. Combined this, and their ever evolving armies of superbugs it is a wonder how our technologies are barely keeping up with their ability to produce instinctively trained predators in a matter of cycles.

>>12977454
>He'd take us by surprise too. "Good morning, Sir, are we gonna kick some... OH SHIT THAT'S NOT FOR EATING!" /nomminonsomebrains.

To: Sophie Pernach
From: John "Ghoul" Pernach

Big Sis, remember how you used to make fun of me for being ghoulishly skinny? Well I'm not so little anymore but the name stuck after one of my old squadmates saw me eating a Makarian corpse before I joined up with Bravo. Without even seeing you I can tell you're making a face right about now, but I tell you when they get roasted they look just like chicken and I just couldn't help myself. But enough of that, I hope you're well, I just wanted to write you real quick before I head off to dinner, the Major is cooking bug bacon. Don't ask. Trust me its better then what the mess hall is offering...

>>12977511

>Apparently, the Major is also a decent cook...
>I'm okay with this. Mmm, deep fried Maks.

>>12977520
>I figure along with fire and smoking I'd make it a shtick that Ghoul would rather eat his enemies then whatever the Mess hall dishes out

What is worse is not only are they capable of physically destroying us, but with latent their psychic abilities it is possible that they already understand how to spiritually destroy us as well. Imagine if you will this little known fact, a sandroach's scythes have enough motor coordination in them to swat back a pre-war bullet from a space police custom .35. Now recall those images of Aggoria, Westex, Izlemech, the swarms leave bodies of children, women, halfeaten, mangled in parts and arrangements that would hint at a berserker with a knife. And that satellite feed that got leaked, of fed Randroaches entering a family's home as they proceded to kill the oldest and most threatening, and then moving on to tear the child apart slowly to ensure the most screams. While they are not aware that probe was watching them, I am sure that the sandroaches have an internal mechanism for sadism that drives them to fight us so relentlessly. And thus , it is no longer in the realms of nature that these beasts mangle , maim, and at times, even rape. Indeed, they have tapped on our exclusive human nature to make war, do harm, and above all, hate and premeditate hate.


>>>

rolled 7, 10, 5, 7, 2, 4, 3 = 38

>>12977520
>>12977549
>For you two. Blam.

>>12977589
> sandroach's scythes have enough motor coordination in them to swat back a pre-war bullet from a space police custom .35

>knights fight them with swords
>newfound respect for knights

>>12977657

Delicious, delicious puns. And bird meat. What more can a CO ask for?

>>12977683

Strawberry flavored nullgel?

Now while we target all our arguments of the Exalteds' sins through the Xenoforms I have yet to brush on their more logical race, the Makarians.

Descanding from avian genetics, the Makarians are said to be an old race dating back almost a million years of space faring culture, trade, and a penchant to migrate between worlds, giving each one a century or two to recuperate their natural resources as they fly to the next one. A bit of counter intelligence propoganda would have these avians framed as barbaric baby eaters much like the Xenoforms. This is both true and false, For the Makarians to feed themselves, they often take our dead clone soldiers, culture them into a tube, clone them even more, and then eat them. Proxies that believe in Monoism have my sympathies, because the memepool is often filling up with nightmares of people getting eaten or torn apart by birds. Other than that, they have been known to feed on other processed animals, fruits, and grain, eating us is merely an acquired taste, a menu selection.

Despite these similarities to human culture, the way they conduct war is entirely different.

>>
My name is Seres Fierstrom, and to my peers at the intel pool, I have a confession to make. I hate the exalted.

>>12977710

>The same Fierstrom who I trolled with the panties flag? Or worse, HER PARENT? FFUUU-

Their warriors are simply tasked with the job of human repulsion, their commanders squawk and laugh everytime we threaten them for their lives. Once, a raven-like's feathers were stripped from his body during a canteen brawl this was to ensure that we couldn't identify him. The makarians simply laughed. Laughed. Their disposition towards this war is nothing but fun and business to them. Executing one of their comrades generated only laughter but a full faced threat from one of the guards made them all go quiet. They are flighty, compromising, socially irresponsible for one another and only go with the flow if it feels right ! Many of these warriors were rejected sons of merchants and pilots , they would tell of stories of how one planet had a race of indiginous Snake-Likes however, since they were incapable of psychic speech, trade, or even a simple act of prostitution, the planet was de-terraformed- and replaced with makarian breathing gas [a methane offshoot] and then as they left, nuked. It is very questionable how such a race was even capable of getting their hands on such warlike technology. It is possible that milleniums of trade allowed them these advancements, pining to benefactors and higher races. . . .

>>>

Their ability to travel far reaches of space-time is another matter of great disturbance. When they warp, they essentially dodge lightyears of travel by travelling backwards in time as they enter in transit. This leads to question a few things, how "old" is this supposedly ancient race ? And do they age at all when in transit ? It would definitely solve a lot of questions that we're all dealing with space geezers here, gone mad from years of backwards lightspeed travel.

It would also explain why they are capable of complex mathematical calculations, mastery of moving blackholes, and spontaneously appearing explosives in the hulls of our very ships. ..

My name is Seres Fierstrom, and to my peers at the intel pool, I have a confession to make. I hate the exalted.

> End Log

>Coming Up: A hell of a Chance / Naval Combat story

>sleep first

Good read, guise !

>>12975246

>>12977935
Naval! Guess I'll just hafta find a way to get my Bitank transported to the enemy MS so I can bring the pain!
>Night guys.

>>12977966

Good night. I think it might be... Fierstrom's story of how our naval battle(s) went. Maybe the one where we shot a hole in the moon.

>>12977976
Oh...
>looks at his coffee mug with a perked brow
They givin' us decaf again?
>>I re-read what he said and now I get what ya mean. Oh well need sleep, night yall.

To: Newton A. Hawkes
From: Lilly P. Pelham

Hawkes, I want you to sit down. Please, oblige me just this once. I'm sorry to inform you that among the dead found at the Invasion of Homefront was a Celia Silvia Leggett. I know she was a dear friend of yours, as well as an ex-lover, so my condolences go out to you. Among the remains of her home a will was found. She said she wanted for you to have something that she considered very dear to her, an Owl Pendant. It will be delivered to you when the next delivery to the Bravo Team company occurs.

I'm sorry brother,
Lilly.

>I wanted to write a more serious letter than the last ones. What better way than for an old flame to be crushed by a Xeno-Asteroid?

>>12978123

;_;

That is all.

>>12976409
Not too long after the Battle at Aggoria...
Edwin looked up from some papers as the 'bot entered the room, "Ah yes, you are the re-purposed 'maidbot' right?"
The maidbot turned and fixed it's unblinking gaze on him, "I have been designated as unit R-zero-zero." Edwin cleared his throat, "Right. Since I'm the closest to a technician we have at the moment, I've been asked to give you a look-over to see if everything is in working order in case you received any battle damage that was overlooked. Now if you would, please sit on the table and shut off why I perform my inspection." R00 stared at him with that unflinching gaze, Edwin growing a little uneasy as the silence dragged on before the droid finally replied, "I am not shutting myself off, any repairs can be performed while I am in Active Mode." The objection caught Edwin off-guard. He wasn't expecting his requests to be refused by a 'bot, though suddenly it hit him. This maidbot, in addition to above standard intelligence for droids of it's type, was referring to itself as 'I'. This often pointed to advance personality in robots, something Edwin didn't anticipate but which he would have to work with regardless.

>continued

"Uh well. Would you remove your clothes and sit on the table, please?" R00 looked at him in what could pass for surprise, "Excuse me?"
"I can't exactly check you for damage if you are covered up." After a moment of staring, R00 complies and takes a seat. Moving around the table, Edwin continued his examination of R00's body. Her NICE body. Synthskin over a standard droid chassis that appears to have been heavily modified, it might not have always been a maidbot. Perhaps altered by some lonely technician? Would explain the intelligence if it was originally intended for other uses. "Let's see, no apparent damage, looks like you got out without a scratch. You're good to go."
"That's all? There isn't anything else you need?"
Edwin looked from side to side, unsure, "Everything appears to be in working order. Why, is there something wrong?"
R00 smiled, "I've seen the way you look at me. You haven't checked to see of ALL parts were working. Now please remove your clothes and sit on the table, it's your turn for inspection!"

FADE TO BLACK

>oh god what have I done

>>12978175

>You have made me proud, and Walker even more wary of R00. Good job, soldier!

>>12977375
D'aaaaaaaaw

>Now let's hear about Nomad writing home.
Guess I could take a stab at it.

TO: Jack Monroe
FROM: Jack "Nomad" Monroe

Hey, uh, Jack. Wow, this is kind of weird. Sending messages to myself about things I'm doing. Or is it what your doing too? All this clone stuff is kind of hard to wrap your head around. Our head around. Whatever.

First sortie didn't go so well. It was actually a training exercise. Capture the Panties. Yea, you read that right PANTIES. Apparently they were *CENSORED*. Anyway, that didn't go so well - got pasted by a rocket, which was actually a rather interesting experience once I got uploaded into a spare body. Heard our team won though, so three cheers for us! The next few went better, even convinced some of the techs to paint up one of the Collossi in the colors of El Dora Sol!

Stil, don't think you want me dead faster so you can join in the 'fun'. I don't know how much info was released about *CENSORED*, but it was horrible. All those bodies. Them xenos are some sick sons of bitches.

Anyway, our first paycheck should have come in by the time you get this. Should be enough to cover Kara's first surgery. Send her my love. Our love. Oh and make sure to tell Ma I'm doing okay! I know she worries, even if I'm not really you. Or whatever.

Nomad

>>12978171
>>12978175

>I'm not sure if I should applaud or be appalled. Either way, good job.

>>12978171
>>12978175
Okay, I gotta delurk. I was perfectly content to sit back and read an epic thread but this is too much.

You're a magnificent bastard, Ghost.

Bump for the night, and there will be another in the morning.

Morning bump

Is this by the same guy who did Zombiequest?
Because if so, boner achieved.

>>12980115

What is this zombie quest ? What's your combat designation ?

Keeping thread alive bump, because I'm writing.

>Opening video-log 345-07/11

The video jumps around a bit until it focuses on Wolf's face. His face is gaunt and the bags under his eyes do not help one bit. His eyes shine with an inner fire , though. After clearing his throat, Wolf makes a hand-gesture which directs the view of the observer to his surroundings.
The room is spartan. It holds a field-bed and a small desk with his PDA on it. Military equipment is cluttered all over the place, some of it has been given out according to regulations, but most has been mooched from different fighting units or otherwise been acquired.

"As you can see not much has changed since last time you wrote. I was issued better gear, but enough of me. I appreciate it that you informed me that my original bit the dust. If I could I would come home and help you cope with your loss. Sadly, as we both know, that is impossible. Send my regards to his wife. I know. I know. She doesn't approve of me and finds me creepy, but still ... you know?"

Wolf has a somewhat sad expression on his face and keeps silent for a while.

"Too bad, I really wanted to meet the guy that volunteered for combat duty. There aren't that many guys of that calibre around.
Let's change the topic, shall we? I told you about that Maid-Bot, didn't I? Well, it became even more creepy. Apparently not all of the old code was purged.It's running around fucking the brains out of every guy it can catch, but that's not the weird part, heightens morale after all.
No, it seems to enjoy having sex. A Bot that enjoys things? That's not right, I tell you. It even went so far that it became overprotective of her laundry! A Bot with laundry! That's just not right! I don't have anything against Bots, but true AI? Apparently the longer they don't reset their memory the more perso..."

The feed suddenly breaks off and an inquisitorial rosette is shown.

[According to protocol 35.01-456 §3 this video-log was censored for the security of the Human Empire]

"...just not right, I tell you! Anyway. As I said: I was issued better gear. Not much, I'm just a clone after all, but the new rifle I got is ... I don't know how to say it. It still feels like a dream. One moment I'm blasting away with this crappy, little, dinky piece of shit and suddenly from up high comes a recommendation for exemplary behaviour and I get issued this monster."

Wolf heaves his rifle into view, moving his hands over it like a lover would move his over the body of his loved one.

"Look at this baby! Accurate over long distances! Even more power than the old one and it's shot doesn't dissipate as much! This thing has a serious punch! I even blew up one of the training-dummys on the range!"

He puts it down again and looks back at the camera.

"I wasn't the only one that got new gear, too! Hawkes, you still remember my buddy, don't you? He got a machine-gun! Hefty little weapon! He let me shoot it a bit and I have to say, I'm impressed! Its handling is okay and allows for quite a lot of lead to be put downrange before you drift off-target. Still, it isn't as accurate as my baby and really, machine-guns are made to suppress the enemy and well, bugs..."

[According to protocol 35.01-526 §1 this video-log was censored for the security of the Human Empire]

"...and that's how we rescued a bunch of civs. Was really tense for a moment, but we made it! Welp, that's all the space I have! See ya next time, Mom!"

Wolf waves at the camera and the feed breaks off, just to start again seconds later.

"To whomever is watching this without my permission: Hope to whatever may listen to you that I don't find you, because I will kill you!"

>Closing video-log 345-07/11

WHOOOOOoooo Im stil animating and wil probably work soon after.

Damn almost missed the whole thread :(

Ok I did some math
<=

>>12976524

Nice,
On that note, Is R00 some kind of replicant, a la blade-runner?


Also -Friday- would be awesome to play again.

Damn i really want to play, but i have to sleep i have class 2 hours from now, ill probably be available on friday...or saturday...
yeah quick weaboo sketch of my character

>>12983296
Orbital just P.M me if your going to play, I'll try and join here's my e-mail add: togurokapatid@yahoo.com

>>12983210

you should probably inculde the number of squares the demo and the AA can hit.

AAs hit a tri hex area whilst demos' explosion hit the surrounding 6 squares.

also looking at data gives me art boners :3

>Some insight into Warsaw's mind.
>I'll write something better later.

To: Doctor Dalian Warsaw
From: Doctor Dalian Warsaw

I blew up a fucking tank!!!!

>>image attached

To: Doctor Dalian Warsaw
From: Doctor Dalian Warsaw

FUCKING AWESOME!!!

>>12983456

to an extent I did

I consider the anti-armor to have, on average, one axillary target. While the demo had 1.5 extra targets on average.

Also of note:

The strider is an insane glass cannon.
And the hover tank is woefully woefully, sub par even giving its carry capacity and "pre-bitank" history

Gentlemen, I have no exact clue as to when Command intends to run the next one (other then after ZQ) but someone drop me a line when it starts. Hell if ya wanna just bs then drop me a line anyway I don't mind that much. undeadtankpilot@aim

>>12983515

it can also hover climb 2-3 levels like nothing. Its great for building insertions

>>12983515

also:

getting hit by mowdown is like taking 2 ap shells O_O

Mowdown is -always- better then burst, and 3 shot almost always better then aimed.

AA might need more munition.

Also, this is important:

-how long is a round (in seconds)
-what is the effective diameter of a hex (in feet)

>>12983541

Ture, however I would advise that the cannon be upgraded with a larger shell and better rating, or a Heat shell (high-explosive) to make more distinct

>Something else I wrote, Hope Aberham doesn't mind.

“Aberham! Aberham where the fuck are you!!” Warsaw yelled, his voice carrying a nervous edge. “Just leave him, we don't have time!” the obviously panicked Jeremiah whaled. “Fuck no, he wouldn't leave us, I won't leave him!” Warsaw said defiantly. It was then Aberham came running around the corner of a building. “Wait! Wait!” he shouted as he ran. When he finally reached the others Aberham had to take a moment to catch his breath. “It's about damn time!” Warsaw said with a smug grin, “I thought we were going to have to leave your ass.” “Dammit Warsaw, for the last time I'm not going and nether is anyone else! We can't just skip the graduation ceremony because you think it's boring!” Aberham shouted, planting his cap back on his head for emphasis. “The fuck we can't! Mhairi grab him!” Before he could protest farther Aberham was dragged cap, gown and all into the hover car. Warsaw didn't even wait for Aberham's legs to get all the way in before slamming on the accelerator and shooting off down the street.

>>12983634

Actually...

No, Aberham would have said exactly that, how did you know?

>>12983568
TIme Frames are
Very Abstract. However, on the smallest of battles it means 6 seconds. In naval engagements this could be 1 minute a turn. But when both battle fronts combine then the events that occur are simply "relative"

For this reason, turns are measured in "Phases" and can be referred to as its own unit of time. In which PsiComm synchronizes with all able hands in battle.

And hexes will too be abstract. All that is known is that each hex will house a relative number of sized units.
3 - 6 infantry can pile into one hex [as a squad]
1 bitank, a sandroach and other vehichles belong to one hex

and things bigger than that will occupy 2-3 hexes. It will be assumed that things that reach this point in size is considerably bigger than a Truck. Units are sized to appropriately portray their effective range and movement in Lengths. [which equates to the number or hexes that unit takes up]

>>12982710

"Oh no, a bad influence I've been! Rumors have been spread and now R00 will hit me!"

>>12982716
>>12982710

No comments?

>I'm sad.jpg

>>12983682

Cool, if that's the case I have a formula for yo

(H*M)/(S*1.47) = Unit speed in MPH

H = hex diameter
M = unit move stat
S = length of round in seconds

Assuming an 11 foot hex and 6 second rounds that's
3.8 mph for a unit with 3 move.

For humans:

3 mph is a brisk walk.
10+ is running (dashing)

>>12983667

Lucky guess. He seems to be a very rational person. Which works great considering how irrational Warsaw likes to be.


Also I have to ask is Warsaw down to his last clone or is Walker's ruling of 'you don't lose a clone if your not there for it' stand?

>>12983776

Well it's not as touching as Walker's was. At the same time it seems a little more personal. It gives a look at Wolf as a person instead of the soldier we see most of the time.

>>12983766

over the intercom:

"Technician Ghost...please report to the medical bay, for 'de-briefing' on proper android maintenance protocol"

oh, geez. it's been fucking ages scince I've been in on one of these. Do you guys have a site or repository where you schedule things, because damn, i wish for more.

was gonna post an image but uh, >>12976329 beat me to it

>>12983835

Pretty much what I went for. Anybody up for writing an answer?

>>12983963

Either a time is given at the end of a thread or we get lucky and stumble upon it.

>>12983981
though, it's a bit of an unrealiable chain, isn't it. ah, whatever.

For those of you who want to write an answer:

Wolfs "mother" is a small, timid woman which dedicated her life to her children.
Her son died at work. He was an egghead at a weapons-research facility.
Her daughter went missing on a trip to another planet.
Wolfs "wife" thinks it's creepy that there are two of him running around. She has children, but Wolf doesn't know that.

That's all I worked out so far. Add whatever you like.

>>12984081

Some of have shared AIM names. If you post yours, one of us could let you know when a thread starts, or if you don't want to post it here you can send me a message at KMC9987

>I'm not much of a writefag, but GODDAMN if this thread isn't inspiring

"Hang in there, lads. That MG's gotta reload soon. When he does I want you mooks in a dead sprint across the street. You readin' me?"

The clones gave their squad leader an affirmative and waited for his signal. The sniper amongst them was visibly shaken, he couldn't take his eyes off a dead ranger in the lying in the open street . The clone's helmet HUD was still clearly online but it's armor was pockmarked with impacts and breaches.

"Wait for it...go! Go, go, go!"

Without a word the squad broke cover and scrambled across the street. The suppressing MG roared back to life just as the last clone reached safety. With bullets rattling down the street behind them the squad's attention shifted back to their leader.

"Way to hustle, now dust yourselves off and follow me. The alley up ahead is a blind spot in their defense, but it ain't clear. The whole fuckin thing is rigged with trip mines. Stay single file behind me and keep your eyes out for wires. I don't want to
end up like that."

The clones followed their sergeant's finger to a legless ranger sitting in a clump halfway up the alley. The sniper swallowed hard, looked syward for a moment, then fell in behind the others. The line of clones worked it's way up the alley without ceremony. As they emerged into the street beyond their leader stopped them with a raised hand.

>>12984345
"Here's where the fun starts. We're gonna break out right on top of those bastards just beyond the next block. There's more cover on the eastern approach but there's also one hell of a sniper team."

The sergeant jerked his thumb at a body slumped against a nearby truck. The clone had a ranger's armor and still clutched a ranger's rifle, but it's head was completely absent.

"Break left, stay low and call out targets before you engage. I've already died three times trying to break this strongpoint and we're gonna make these fuckers bleed for it. Move out!"


>it doesn't fit with the fluff 100%, but I liked the idea of a clone using his proxies to play a game of memory

>WHY DO YOU MATHS SKIRMISH QUEST.

>>12985325

Well, there was maths to be had, and Pascal been bitching at me all year to do something besides his 'wager'.

Also, now you know never to burst :)

>>12985621

Did you take ammo consumption into account? Since if ammo conservation becomes a concern burst would technically be better.

That of course implies his gun has an ammo limit, which the mgR sheet makes no mention of. Or that we can't spare the 5 or so points to drop him more ammo. So it really is kind of a moot point I guess.

Oh hey, this thread is still around.

>>12985851

Ammo consumption was not taken into account for the reasons you mentioned.

However is a unit spends and action to reload, that will lower his EV to 0 for that round an hurt his overall output.

<--updated maths, note that the colored cells indicate numbers that I had to guess, or simply missed on my read though.

>>12986058

What's the formula that you used for the expected value? Is it supposed to be an average of sorts?

>Would say something about tossing in real statistics, but I don't like them and nor do I have my notes on it.

>>12983966
An answer? You mean, like, Wolf's mother's response?

A little something before I go off to do Zombie Quest.

Also mfw I saw Behemoth on the Barnes and Noble reserve shelf waiting for me ! : 4

=Hell of a Chance=

The Makarians are not the kind of people to take a chance, the very concept of a suicidal charge escapes them. They always fought unfairly, even with an overwhelming advantage. And by unfairly-

" I mean intelligently " Said the shark teethed Captain of the Black Flag. " Listen," hissed the pirate f, " They dont believe in acceptable losses, they dont believe in breaking even, and they especially dont believe in a warriors' code. You're better off leaving that kind of logic with their raven pilots, and I hear they're confident enough to take on a fighter squadron, and enough that I believe them. You can put them in a cockpit with nothing but a sonar and they would STILL outfly our rocket bricks."
Sparkling through the peripheral screens of the bridge is a flaming interceptor, with a turn of his gaze, the shark-toothed commander sneers and gives a firing order to one of the ship operators. Just as soon as the colision warnings start to buzz, neon green slugs could be seen thumping against the exploding interceptor. The operator reports a lost pilot. The sharktoothed commander blinks an image burned into his mind routintely. His hair was white and they clung to his head as if to form a shiny ball, but his sharp angular features and an admiral's cap with a noticeable hole on the visor over the right eye washed off any sign of nobility that this man had.

>>

He looked back to the admiral who he was audience to on the main screen. The man was bristling under his bare shaven face, jaw clenched and teeth gripping back a tensed tongue waiting to lash back at the sharkeyed commander at any misstep or sign of amateurism.
" Are you quite done slandering our force's ability to win this battle -Pirate- ?"
" I answer to Captain, Admiral" The shark bites back. His voice was dry and ragged now, " And no I am not done, I want you to know that in terms of range, the Makarians have us beat by a SIGHT, Range, Technology, and Maneuverability , and even though our forces can cover the grid I am afraid they can always resort to safely teleporting out of the fight anytime they want "

"Are you IMPLYING then, that this enemy is confident enough to beat us ? Even after covering this grid ? "

" Yes , but- "

" And even AFTER fighting these makarians for an extended line in the Iron Line, you sustain that WE of the GALACTICA FEDERAL ARE INCAPABLE OF FIGHTING THIS SIMPLE MOP UP OPERATION ? Franky, It boggles my MIND why High Galactic insist that I bring the likes of you with us on this fleet. The very fact that I am giving you AUDIENCE is graining against my men's morale- without further ado, you are DISMISS-"

>>

His hand drops down and the operator unceremoniously cuts off the communique. She then moves to clean her ears of the belligerent yelling.

The screen goes clear. The black of the iron line becomes visible against the shimmering stars.A cluster of white dwarves shine red from the sheer density of blood and space fuel that has dusted this region like one statistic after another.

The shark eyed commander stares out as columns of federation ships fan out and enter into the billowing sea of fire, dust, and iron blood.

From a holographic screen suspending privy next to the Captain, Ace's face glimmer an iradescent green as he sits fitfully in an interceptor's cockpit.
" It's as you predicted, the Makarians completely broke rank and surrounded the fleet's diamond head offensive, shall we ride in to rescue what's left of the stupid naval grou- "

" No "

The whole bridge goes silent.

" As far as I am concerned, they are not yet saved of their ignorance." he declares. And made no other orders.

His crew sat there silently. The radar operators and the communications crew looked back with necks craned upwards and behind them. Data parsed on the screen, the federal forces try their hand at an overwhelming offensive strategy, using the full weight of their numbers to charge and scatter their lines. What they got instead was a dissolving hive of hornets nitpicking and voraciously tearing away at oppurtunity targets and important command vessels. Their ships stood back and fired endlessly at the stumbling giant of a force, blinking away and flickering on their flank as cruisers got too near. A lucky potshot hear and there cracked a few makarian vessels who then promptly disappeared for a few moments and reappeared again a half hour later to eat away at the remaining forces. Only a quarter of the fleet remained, The black Flag nestled tightly in the enemy's blindspot shooting at opportunity targets and nothing else.

"FRAK, COMMANDER ! " Yells ace , " We're missing our window , we're missing our damn window to strike back ! What are your orders ?!"

The captain blinks. He looked one as the green shapes flickered away as red dots swarmed in in force to finish off the rest.

" Ace, LAUNCH " He shouts. His eyes were wide now, his teeth grinding again. The bridge sprang back to life as combat designations and rails were being deployed from rail chutes one after another. The enemy was swarming in all directions the remaining fleets were scatterd and disorganized, this was the perfect time to strike at them. Ships lurched and crashed into each other as they attempted escape, others were simply shot by the Admiral's flagship himself- as if to take a letter from the Commander's playbook.

" A- All Deserters who abandon their post will be shot ! Fight back me ! " Fight to avenge all those who fought before you ! Fight to th- " The communique shut off in a red flash. The BlackFlag rammed The Westwall with its reinforced asteroid resistant head fashioned like a horned skeleton.

>>

The frail galactic fleet was in shock. The crimson fire glowed on each of their faces as the Black Flag penetrated unceremoniously through the heavily modified flagship.

" Listen here and listen well," Grumbled the sharkeyed commander, his voice was as soft spoken as the grinding metals clattering off his ship's hull. If you wish to win this fight, you will all do exactly as I say. Or if you are still honorbound enough to kill me and die yourself, go ahead. I hear clones that strike at their own superior officer are shut down from reintegration. So I want you to FIGHT like your lives actually matter."
The Commander sets down the tiny mic. Shouts of captains and loyalists fly through the comm lines. Operators tally up the changing flag markers of every ship cascading from green to a unanimous Black. The final count of his forces topping off at 16 ships while the Makarians enjoy a hefty flock of 5 tens.

" W- What are your orders Commander, " stammers a Federal captain's voice.

" Helix Formation," Hissed the shark-eyed commander. " Ace, proceed with the plan, give the enemy a trip-line ! "

"Roger" stammers the remaining captains.
" Because threading the head of 10 needles isn't hard enough " Ace sighs through the garbled ainsible broadcast.

>>

Oh god I am SO SORRY I MADE YOU READ THROUGH ALL THAT

Any update on a possible next game? or is thursday still your best guess?

>>12986671

>Is it supposed to be an average of sorts?

Basically,

Expected value is determined by the likelihood of an event A ( written P(A)) weighted by the impact of the event lets say "v",

Such that Expected value = P(A)*v

For instance, there is a 30% chance that our rifleman will hit with any one 'bullet' he fires during a burst, and each success nets you one damage.

So the expected value for the one bullet is .3*1 =.3
and with 3 shots you sum them all together to get
.3*3=.9 damage, so on average the rifleman is dealing .9 damage per round, he may get more or less any given round.

>>12987512

Ah, okay then.

So it's a simple breakdown of the "expected" damage each attack/action will do? Alright, I can accept that.

>>12987563

Yep,

The Marauder (I am very poor at spelling)

has a Maximum expected damage of 14.4 (holy crap)

But only if there are 3 targets, each surrounded by 6 more targets all of which are mutually exclusive,

The -actually- maximum damage for this situation is 24, but typically we would see 14.4 damage go off instead.

>>12987563
Yeah, that's basically how it works when done simply. Factors like range, speed, ammunition, and number of attacks are also kind of important when determining overall unit effectiveness, though.

As one example, certain heavy units discount the first point(s) of damage from any attack that hits them, so the expected damage of any class relying on multiple low-value attacks falls significantly- often to zero. You can apply the same formula for expected damage against that unit just by subtracting the appropriate value from everything's damage, obviously, but that doesn't let you effectively account for having a mix of enemies on the field- because conversely, you want large numbers of attacks above everything else when facing swarms. Or area attacks.

Still, you can use this kind of information to do some handy things. If we can get enemy statistics, we can find optimal- or at least excellent- loadouts for facing almost anything by throwing math at it. Even if we're just making assumptions, we can come up with some useful information.

Example: Let's say we've got six of those bug enemies charging a single soldier and two attached drones on an infinite plain of open ground, starting twenty hexes away. Which infantry class is best equipped to deal with it?

>>12988133
We know that the bugs have move 5 and one hit point from observing them. I could probably dig up their attacks and damage, but I'll assume one strike at 1.5 since I can't really recall- it might be 2. We don't know their odds of hitting, but my guess would be about 7, comparable to our melee types.

Anti-armor: Can retreat while firing to use all 4 available shots and has unlimited range, so only hits matter. Assuming the enemies are clustered and do not dodge rockets, each of the 12 fired shots will kill 0.9 bugs- easy math, all the bugs die. The numbers fall to 0.5 per shot if the bugs' formation is sparse, which is cutting it close- a bad run of luck and the squad gets chomped.

Rifleman: Max range of 11 with overwatch single shot, so they'll adjust so that the bugs enter max range at a round end and then wait. First round of firing kills 0.3 bugs, and they fall back. Second round is at range 9 with no more overwatch, kills 0.6 bugs. Third round is range 7, allowing autofire- but that will only kill 0.9, while single shot kills 1.5. Fourth round range 5, autofire kills 2.7 or single shot kills 1.8, so it's autofire time. Fifth round is range 3 and does the same as last, which brings expected kills to 7.8. We can be pretty sure that as long as they can continually fall back while firing, one rifleman with two drones will kill six bugs before they reach melee with him.

Mobile Demolitions: Maximum range is 7, and can fall back while firing so that the bugs close at 1 hex per round. Assuming clustered bugs, that secondary explosions take no range penalties, and that misses do nothing, that's expected damage of 0.48, 0.96, 1.44, 1.92, reload, 1.92, 1.92 at which point we can be pretty sure that the enemies are dead. Really high variance with these assumptions, and it will take a lot of running and most of their ammo. Against bugs in a loose formation, the numbers are far worse- they run out of ammo and get chomped.

>>12988139
Sniper: Maximum range of 17 with overwatch, so they engage right off. They can't retreat while firing like most other classes, so they have three shots each before melee. Kill 0.9, 1.8, 2.1, then take 0.84 hits from the remaining 1.2 and kill 1.512 of them with the last shot. The snipers can win, and without using cheap retreating tricks, but are likely to take casualties and a little bad luck could easily spell their doom.

Knights want to engage in melee, obviously. Assuming they maneuver so that they get the first hit, they can attack and kill 4.2 enemies on the first round with an all-out attack, or 2.1 when using shields. 1.8 remaining bugs hit back for 1.26 hits, which either wounds or incapacitates at least one knight depending upon damage. 3.9 would hit back for 1.95 hits, getting two. Berserker-style knights then hit back for 2.436 damage and finish off their opponents, while shield-user knights hit for 0.735 damage, still have half their opponents left, and get chomped the next round. Conclusion: The knights are likely to lose at least one, and will lose if they use their shields.


Kind of a pointless exercise, but interesting stuff nevertheless.

> Bitter clone.

A bitter wind escapes from the westward bank's newly extruded plascrete maze of towers. A lone clone soldier stands by at the eastern bank of the canal, huddling to himself for warmth. That breeze did not help either.

Infuriating.

The clone soldier stamps his booted feet, trying to bring back the feeling to his toes. There weren't any other soldiers in the vicinity. The nearest patrol is half a mile from the canal's frozen banks. Supposedly.

They just aren't expecting to see any invasions in this side of the world. There is nothing here. Just a newly constructed mining compound, refinery, foundry, and a hive to support the whole process.

Hardly a soul between the construction droids and a handful of clone soldiers put to guard duty like an afterthought.

Fuck.

His clone brethren managed to get a spot at the decisive battle with the fowl Makarians. Him? Nothing but guard duties. There was only that one time insertion against the roaches, and then that virtual training at Blacksad. Then he was shipped off to this pitiful frozen wasteland of a planetoid.

"-fuck."

With quick motion, the clone soldier raises his rifle, aims, and fires. One smooth motion. The beaked head of the Makarian vanishes in a puff of yellowish vapor.

Right. Not a Mak, just one of the puny-looking avian-type critter that has been approved to be safe for eating. The clone soldier thumbs his transmitter and speaks into the receiver.

"-fowl for dinner, over." "Great job. The paste's getting boring. Again. Try bagging a couple more, if you spot any. Over." "-ten-four, over."

Tying the four-legged (four drumsticks!) headless fowl unto his belt, the clone soldier continues his survey of the frozen canal. He might be in luck. There are two more of the fowl, running around at the embankment.

What kind of luck is that?

>Might not be my best, but meh. I don't want to study.

>During the battle of Azimuth

The initial predictions were correct. Thanks to the high gravity of the moon, the Makarians weren’t able to utilize their famed warping technology. For a species famed for fighting on their terms, jumping into a fight with an opponent waiting for them seemed out of character.

Then again, it seemed as if they brought their whole flock with them, just to spite them. Oh yes, Bravo and Sword of Damocles deployed in full force, with Bravo on the moon ready to fill the space above them with flak fire, and Damocles ready to fight the Maks on their terms. With an array capable of firing into orbit, the land fortress deployed on Azimuth, and two cruisers led by Admiral Weird, Major Walker was confident that the plan would work.

It did, and didn’t. The mighty land fortress fired right away on the Makarian fleet, grabbing their attention. It seemed like things would go according to plan, even with the Makarians deploying on the surface of the moon. “Good, let them come,” Walker had thought. They would be fighting on his terms, not theirs.

>>12988657

Suddenly, things went to hell, fast. The array missed the Makarian mothership; the Makarians now knew what they had up their sleeves. A cruiser was not only destroyed, but consumed by a black hole fortress. Sure, the second shot from the array hit and grounded the Makarian mother ship on the moon’s surface, after firing through said moon to get hit the ship. Up till that point, Walker was still confident in their victory, as the ground forces the Makarians already deployed – including a black hole fortress – were wiped out.

What came next surpassed his expectations.

Next thing he know, Makarian forces were surrounding the land fortress. While his men could kill efficiently, there were simply too many; even with the buster cannon firing on the horde of bird-like xeno. He could hear over the comm. system his soldiers dying while facing the superior numbers of the Makarians.

>>12988679

What could he do to reverse the situation? Sure, there were still friendly naval forces, and reinforcements inbound… but would they make it in time? Walker took a drag from his cigar, in thought. Would this be how it ended, at the hands of some space chicken?

No, he thought, his resolve burning bright with a grin spread across his face. He would show his men no weakness, no willingness to back down from a fight. He had been waiting for this chance – to pay the Makarians back. If they wanted to increase their debt, who was he to argue with them?

“McMillan! Power up the engines! Let’s get this bucket moving!”

“Sir, yes sir!”

“Lain! Fire those cannons! I want those birds pulverized and swimming in their own blood!”

“With pleasure, sir!”

He felt the vehicle – or rather, mobile building – lurch forward, as it began moving toward the downed ship and a horde of angry Makarians. He felt it reverberate as each cannon sent explosive rounds hurtling towards the Makarians.

He would show them why they shouldn’t have attacked them to begin with. Why it was a mistake. Why they would all die and suffer terribly for it. For he was Major Walker, the ground commander of Bravo Force, a man who felt most at home with dirt under his feet. And he was commanding a land fortress.

Oh good god this line is still open ? Fuck this Im gonna DRAW SOME SHIT FOR THIS.

WHO WANTS TO SEE ACTUAL CONCEPT ART

Post em requests !

>>12988751
Ghoul in his Bitank as it burns, sitting there smoking a cigarette, acting as if he doesn't care.

PS it seems AIM is dead skype is iednom

>>12982710
>Apparently not all of the old code was purged. It's running around fucking the brains out of every guy it can catch, but that's not the weird part, heightens morale after all.

EVERY guy?

Nomad grinned up at the towering, golden titan standing before him. The techs had finished affixing a new arm to El Dorado and Nomad had spent the better part of the day making sure it worked right before repainting it to match the rest of the Colossi. All systems read nominal and only time would tell if any glitches would show up.

"You are a magnificent piece of machinery." He muttered as he patted the slumbering giant's foot.

CLANGskitterskitter

He whirled around at the sound, a rather heafty wrench appearing in his hand. While he had yet to be in the actual thick of things against the xenoforms, he had heard his share of his comrade's horror stories. How you could hear the chittering legs before you saw them. Or didn't.

There was nothing there. Only the cavernous emptiness of the hanger bay. Nomad shook his head as he lowered the wrench. "Christ, jumpin' at shadows."

"Perhaps you need some relaxation, soldier."

Turning around again, he came face to face with a pair of glowing red eyes.

"Hey ar-"

Silent as a cat, the maidbot pounced upon the hapless clone.

===========================================================

"You said you found him naked in the hanger bay?"

"Yea."

"What was he doing, jacking off to the vehicles?"

"...well there would be stranger things than a mechanophile clone."

"...point taken, but I would've pegged Ghoul, not this guy."

>>12988751
Either a Colossi and BitTank giving each other a ROBO HIGH FIVE or Knight Nomad triumphantly holding up a pair of lacy panties as a rocket heads for his face.

Full stats of enemies encountered so far, courtesy of TactInfo center

Xenoforms:

Sandroaches / Melee:
2 Life
2 Attacks [5] / 1 if they are reduced to one life. 1Dmg each
Move 5.
Gallop can increase speed to 10. [Unused]

Scarabs/Shooters
Life:1.5
Attacks:1 [5] Damage 1AP
Range 5

InfernaBeetles /Tank
Life:5
Attacks1 [5] 1 damage. Array coverage [6 hex cone maybe]
Move:2L

Spinerrette/ Anti Infantry Armor
Move: 2L
Melee:
6 attacks [2] and 1 insta Kill.
Special
Can spray a hexcomb sized web array that will keep units from moving, and render melee attacks DOUBLE EFFECTIVE.[4] Enemies that xenos kill in this way will be given an extra heart.

Wasps [Flyers and Skirmishers]
Move: 6 squares
Reap attack [5] Any unit that the wasp moves through [land or air] can get hit with a Reap attack. Wasp must end their move on an unoccupied square in order to count their movement in full. 1Dmg.

Matrons
Psionic Butterflies with human genes mixed in them.
Requires line of sight and maintained facing in order to trick targets with psychic illusions that can range from anywhere between a mass hallucination of arriving bugs, a HUD malfunction, or false orders being interpreted. Rating [*]

Loveattack[2] Control one unit for one turn. Wounded or "panicked" units are doubley effective to control.

That's all the regular enemies i can think up for now with Xenoforms !

> Psionic Butterflies with human genes mixed in them.
. . . Oh, you tease, you.

Makarian Units:

Footsoldier:
1 Health , 3 move , 1 action.
Phaser Shot: Will create vortexes where aimed. Object with in a 5 inch diameter of contact poin disappears.
1 dmg AP/IR [IR means Irrepairable] Rating[6]/ Range 6


Sparrows> Flying anti infantry.
Armor2 Speed:6 Action:1

Lasers swathes across a 3 hex path against any unit below it dealing 1AP damage. [Armor Piercing weapons arent subtracted by armor ] Rating 5 /Range 4

Crow
Armor 2 Speed 5L Action2
Twin Warp shots: Rating [5]x2 Dmg:1 each. AP. Range: Sight

MOthership stats pending

Other stats pending...

fuck I gotta go to sleep .

Oh look something interesting I found in the art bin.
Miniature bitank prototypes ?

>Factors like range, speed, ammunition, and number of attacks are also kind of important when determining overall unit effectiveness, though.

Absolutely, as you demonstrated in your example using the expected damage value as the -only- factor for 'real' tactical situations will be very unreliable.

I only wanted to demonstrate the various damage outputs to better inform Bravo and Command.

That and I'm not a writer, so I figured I needed to contribute in some capacity :)...Perhaps I'll try a story later, If anyone is honestly interested in what kind of man Aberham is.

As the armor goes, the numbers seem a bit more wonky then the infantry units, with the main gun on a hover-tank being out-classed by a sniper, an a strider being several times more powerful (more powerful then even a bitank). Then again, this is effectively an RPG not a wargame, so these discrepancy might be irrelevant.

However I would like to have an option to sacrifice -all- your actions to gain an extra move, and some adjustments to the medic (I'm a greedy bastard)

In the last engagement, most my time was spent repositioning, and without a long range weapon or knights requiring assistance I managed only one successful pull+heal (given it almost certainly saved a life), I might need to see more engagements with a solid infantry presence, but having something else to do, even is a support role would be welcome.

>>12988900
We've created a monster! I wrote that for laughs and now R00 is running around raping everyone.

>>12989380


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>Start:
>registry program initializing......
>......
>......
>......Up-link complete; Identification confirmed; >permission granted; loading

Name: Andrew Michael Castillo MD (Proxy)
Designation: Aberham
Stock ID: ETT04988, Generation 4 clone
Assignment: Bravo, active duty [****]

>assessment loading; recovering selection; s2p4

Having no immediate relatives it was presumed instead, that Mr. Castillo represented a limited risk and was subsequently matriculated into the program covertly. Conditioning began during the same month, with unremarkable results. If...

>end.
>recovering selection; s3p4

Mr. Castillo displays minor OCD tenancies, and was undergoing treatment for borderline personality disorder which was ongoing at the time of his cloning. Previous screening also suggest an inability to coup with repetitive sensations. Further insight...

>end.
>retrieve and save file to personal account: Y/N
>Y
>transfer complete
>session end.

>>12989484

I liked it better as a rumor myself.

>>12989639
Yeah. Nomad just jacked off in his colossus and had a strange dream :V

>R00 in Betsy

>oh god, we're all going to die

>>12989665

True, it's lonely being a clone :(

This thread is being archived, right? It would be a shame to lose all this.

>>12989705

yes

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Skirmish%20Quest

It is okay for us to post fiction even if we haven't played yet?

>>I want to, and I'm having fun thinking up backstory.

>>12990284
Do it, faggot!

>>12986671
Yes.

Post Cloning Belief Systems.

After the Freeman Incident came the vicious debates of what to do afterwards. The philosophical, and ethical talks that came into light as well as religion paved the way for what will be soon known as the Freeman acts, a set of red tape provisions that the millitary follows strictly depending on what you as an individual believes in - before they go ahead and start harvesting your cells at birth under the provision Warbucks draft.

With clones of an individual came the belief systems that followed, about their treatment:

Zeroism: A belief that denies the importance of one's individuality as a clone or as an original, and that life should be unitarily treated the same, and that the individual is only described by the sum of their actions and the differences that they have made up until death. Those who believe in Zeroism has very little inhibitions, regarding their fear of death and maintain a cool calm in the battlefield. They also have no reservations against being cloned countless times.

Monoism: A belief that the validity of life be carried solely by that single individual and that individual only. Originals with Monoism tend to arrest their original bodies to cold sleep as their combat clone is activated. While many clones of a monoist can exist, only one can be active at a time. The prescription of this belief has allowed some individuals to retain a better mental health on the field, and carry a stronger presence. Extreme Monoists do not clone at all.

Polyism: States that the individual and his ideas are only truly valid once his progeny of proxies have multiplied their strong sense of selves and each work individually towards a common goal. Polyism asserts that an original and his clones be treated as brothers on a single table, each one an individual but each one a part of a larger whole. Units that believe in Polyism have a better understanding of others, and are naturally better team players.

Dualism: A strange belief system that asserts that whatever clone spawns from the original be as genetically inverse as possible. This normally results in a gender inverse of that clone with a different personality and a different set of thoughts. Dualism states that the path to a perfect being will then come from the harmony of the two. While this doesn't imply romantic relations, the third clone that will result after their deaths will be a combined being that retain their memories. Thirds are considered very unstable elements in the millitary, as they are either very effective , or very... twisted

>>12991580
>>12991585

forgot my trip

>>12989609

So Aberham hung out with Warsaw in school because Warsaw's constant antics helped him deal with some of his own psychological issues? I like it!

>>12991580
>>12991585
Hmm, thought Weirds were Polyist, but apparently they are more of a Zeroist. Though the fear of no death is mitigated by the limited number of clones, in truth.

>>12991580
>>12991585

I guess Ghost would be a Zeroist. He has no problem with being cloned a bazillion times since there is just one consciousness that is uploaded into a new clone body when the one it inhabits dies (at least I think that's how it works. The mind is uploaded to one of the TA bodies and then put into the next clone right?). Although I do agree that the limit of clone body back ups messes with the 'little fear of death' thing.

>>12990834
>Yay! Here I go. I hope nothing there breaks canon, as it is.

“Do all cryo units have windows?”
A wry laugh. “No, but I made sure she got one. Not that I would need to, windowed pods are only used for officers and pretty women.”
A sigh. “Well, she certainly is pretty.”
“Of course. You saw the genetic stock. She donated it as part of viral marketing.”
“She doesn’t look quiet the same.”
“Well, you know those pleasure planets. They manipulate the embryo, and then genome pool the child, and then there are the augments. This is her DNA, pure and clean.”
“Pleasure planets…”
A pat on the shoulder. “Don’t look so glum. Someone should have the fun, and her service left us with this.” A gesture towards the pod.
“I know. This all just seems too fast.”
A bark of laughter. “Too fast? We’re at war with almost every species we know, and more importantly we’re starting to lose the edge.”
“I know.”
“And we have golden opportunity here. One handed to us. Do you believe in providence?”
“I believe in the Landers.”
“A Landerite? Well, then maybe this was there doing. It doesn’t matter.”
Silence.
A hand brushes along the cryo’s window. “The chances were impossible that we’d ever come up with this ourselves, and yet in a way we did.”
Silence.
“The preened DNA of some Diva on a brothelrock, hitting the genome augments of the knight class?”
“Why was she chosen Knight?”
A toothy grin. “She wanted one of each.”
“Oh Landers…”
“But the chances of them coming together and reacting. Reacting at all is uncommon, but this…”

> >

>Stupid "field to long".

“I know, I did the math.”
“Psionic manifestation. From a donor without. This means we’ve alter a persons DNA to make them psi-capable.”
“I know.”
“We’ve never had enough study on minders. The Inquisition snatches them up for psi-net and other dribble.”
“And that means no proxies.”
“Exactly. But if we can isolate what we did… what was changed…”
“It will take time.”
A sharp glance. “I know that. But we also need to gauge her.”
A disgusted noise. “By torturing her? There’s a reason the IQ doesn’t let their minders near the xenos. Most of them are latent.”
“And we’ll get that information too. Any information on the bugs alone would be worth it.”
“It might kill her.”
“Being a Knight might kill her. And when she dies we’ll read the mem-chip and data-troll.”
“Just like that?”
A finger pointed. “We’ll kill her a thousand times if needed; we’ll start from square one. This is THAT important.”
“She’s not a proxy anymore. We made something new. A new trait. We can’t just--”
“Do you know how she got her callsign?”
A pause. “What?”
A finger points to the glowing screen below the pod. “Lost. Do you know why she got that name?”
“I don’t see--”
“She got that name because at boot she would often wander around after hours.”
“And what does--”
“She would wander, in her sleep mind you, and find those who were lonely, or afraid, or having nightmares, and just by being near her, they would calm down.”
Silence.

> >

>Eek! Sorry it's so long. Seemed shorter when I wrote it!

“Now, mind you, it was all unconscious, but think of that potential if we can get it out in the open.”
“And you’re going to so that by throwing her in the meat grinder.”
“Exactly. Nine times out of ten, stress and desperation bring out the true potential in people.”
“And the tenth?”
A shrug. “She’s just a proxy.”
A glare, then a sigh. “Okay. You’ve picked out a unit to send her to?”
A nod. “An Executor Unit: Bravo team. They’ve been fighting skirmishes on the boarder worlds.”
“Are you telling the Inquisitor in charge?”
“IQ might know.”
“And the commander?”
“Not a chance.”
Silence.
“Well?”
“You’ve got my clearance.”
A smile. “Then I’ll see you when we break her head open.” Retreating footfalls.

For a long time the figure stood there, then ran fingers along the glass. A pretty young lady, with long blond hair bundled back in freeze-protocol. The finger reached the output screen and tapped the name.

“Not all who wander are lost…”

>Did you like it? I remember reading Ender's Game, and the opening being something like that. With an exchange between two mysterious people. Was it easy enough to follow?

>>12988751

Really? Any Mobile Demo art.

If you want something specific... How about jumping from one two-story building to another, while firing below on some roaches? Mobile Demo seem like there all about running around.

But anything for our brave one heart friends.

>>12993047

Interesting at the least. Monday hasn't mentioned weather or not humans are psychic capable or not. So I don't know how that will fly. Canon aside though, I liked it.

>>12993753
Thanks! I though I remember something about a psi-net somewhere...

>Goes to find it.

Sorry, it's "PsiComm". I assumed this means we do, but that since not everyone is psionic, that it's closely guarded and/or rare.

Oh, found that here:
>>12983682

>>12993866

The only mention of psionics I recall is when the Brood Queen messed with our heads at Aggoria, so I don't know if humans with psi powers are even supposed to exist in this setting. If Monday ok's it though, I wouldn't be surprised if it came back to bite you when fighting the higher xenoforms or other baddies displaying psi powers (probably the Exalted, if we ever encounter them). Even if the the psi is a no-go, welcome on board!

>>12993973
Thanks! It's nice to be here! Yeah, I'm planing on bad things happening. First time she comes in contact, could be bad. And there is the Ghost Terrors. Maybe she'll overcome it... maybe not.

Also, she's a knight. They don't seem to live long either. Hope I get lucky.

So... Monday and the Orbital guy are the same person?

>>12994010

Correct, Orbital Command is the name he uses for Skirmish Quest, as well as the main role he plays.

>>12994109
Gotcha. Well, it's been fun, but I have to log off for a while.

Say hi to Monday for me!

>>12993753

Proxies and originals with Proxy dreams show talent for empathic connection.

Added that and the exposure to richer gamma rays in the center of the universe have baked humans to feel an overwhelming presence that presides over the galaxy.

>>12994214

Hurray, Lost get's latent psychic talent! This will be entertaining.

>>12994214
A psionic class a possible in the future maybe...?

Also any update on next game, or is thursday still the best guess?

>>12993895

About PsiCommand:

At the back of everyone's memechips is a thought accelerator that uploads a ghost of the combat clone into a more accelerated data exchange environment. This environment is called Psychic Command or Psicommand for short. Psi command in its simplest incarnation is a communication channel open to a group of combatants. Communication and idea exchange occurs at the speed of a thought. Though, due to limitations in hardware and wetware, and average combat clone can only sustain 15-20 minute sessions a phase. Normally, the bigger Psicomm gets, the longer the sessions seem to be. Commanders and TA, are equipped with enchanced software so as to be able to comprehend combat situations faster, more effeciently and at a bigger scale.

tldr; Psicomm is 4chan.

>>12994265

It's gonna be thursday tomorrow, so I think its fair to say that that will be my best guess. : )

I'll be late though. Like 10pm late. So I wont mind if Walker or someone starts up a general thread and start recruiting right away.

Now, whether or not I can make that time is up in the air. So far no one else has given me a compelling reason to do otherwise [SQ that is.]

>>12994265

Once I can figure out a great way to implement them, then yes.

Otherwise I can't help but feel that half the things psychics do can't just be supplanted with millitary tech.
Force fields for example.

I would also like to be able to fluff the Exalted races a bit more before entering this territory.

>>12994250

I already rolled to see if you got psi.

9/10 you say ?

HEHEHEHE

>>12994342

Warsaw....psychic....that is so wrong.

Oh, while I have your attention. Does Warsaw's death in the last battle count against his clone count?

>>12994464

In Hearth ?

Yep

>>12994479

I figured as much, just wanted to be sure.

So this means he's now the original Warsaw, right? Or is it just another clone?

>>12994342

So it'll already be determined who has psi powers once they come into play? Cool stuff

>>12989639
>>12989665
Well it was more a writing exercise and joke then actual canon. You have to admit, the thought of a ninja-maid-sexbot ambush-raping you and then leaving without a trace is hilarious.

>>12994645
ninja-maid-sexbot that ambush rapes? Sounds like it could be an anime to me, if it isn't already

>>12994740
Well there IS Kamen no Maid Guy, but I'm not exactly sure if Kograshi is consider a detriment to one's health or RAEP personified.

>>12994294

is that 10pm est? what adjustment should I use if on pacific time.

>>12995620

Im eastern. 3-4 hours earlier than most mortals

>>12995686

7pm, that makes me a sad panda,

most likely can't get on till 12pm your time, at the very earliest, I'll try anyways, and Friday should be open for me if you carry it over,

"Good Luck Bravo, at least I'll be here to patch you up when you get back."

>>12996655

Oh that means you might arrive in the nightshift.

>>12996655

strike that, I can make it, see you at 10 OC.

>>12994294

General thread? Roger that, I'll do that once my class is over on Thursday.

However, this means that I'll disappear for about an hour and a half around 1-2 EST.

Also:

Welcome to Bravo, Lost.

. . .

It's already Thursday 2 PM at my place. Darn it.
I hope the next engagement is ground-pounder. Weird needs some kills.

I have no stories to write.

>>12998844
The hell do you live Admiral? Australia?

>>12998889
Currently? Singapore.

>>12998000

I'm Back! Thanks for the warm welcome. Also thank you Orbital Monday for shedding some light on psionics in general, and PsiComm.

I just thought it would be an interesting plot hook, someone who doesn't know she's being used, and will probably suffer for it. I don't want to throw around buildings or anything.

And I'm sure when you're ready, if Lost is still alive, you'll have some cool ideas, for what I've read. I agree that a basic class would be pretty powerful... but maybe an advanced class? Like, I dunno, of a knight?

Ooo. I think I'm gonna write some more stuff. I like the idea of empathic dreaming.

>>12999117
Advanced class of a Knight? Well, it can go more Aggresive (Berserker) or more Defensive (Guardian). Or take a right angle and go into blitzkrieg style with Jump-jets or the like (Shocktrooper).

What would Mobile Demo turn into? Dedicated Minelayer? Personnel-sized Artillery?

>>12999117

Keep up the good work, then. And while it is indeed an interesting plot hook, past events seem to indicate that all of Bravo is being manipulated by some unknown entity. Inquisitor Fierstrom probably knows, though.

I'm hoping for det packs. We are DEMOMEN after all.

>>12999172
>>12999168
It's ten kills total or ten kills in one engagement that nets us a class advancement? Or is it just arbitrary based on who does well during the mission?

>>12999117
Welcome to Bravo, Lost. And, correct me if I'm wrong, I think your the first female in Bravo...well besides R00, but I don't think she counts...

Obviously you need some more believers of dualism. Hehe.

>>12999245

No, there was another female. A knight, as well. Who got her wrist blown off by Overseer Evergrad.

>Standby for more R00 shenanigans... Because I really hate myself and like pressure.

>>12999245
I think ten kills in the long run nets you rank, upgrade, or both. And then ten kills in a session nets you something special.

Or so I assume.

The automatic doors slid open with a hiss, and from them came Lieutenant Gabriel McMillan, accompanied by the shouts of the Major.

“— I DON’T CARE HOW YOU DO IT, JUST MAKE THOSE MAK BASTARDS TALK! I DON’T CARE IF YOU START DEEP-FRYING PRISONERS RIGHT IN—“

As the young officer stepped across the threshold from the command center, the automatic doors slid and closed, cutting the corridor from the Major’s rant.

“You’d think he’d go hoarse by now,” said Private Wyllie, one of the two sentries posted at the door to the command center.

“Well, you obviously haven’t actually stood in the center then,” replied Private Renault, the other sentry. “Right, sir?”

“So true, Private. If the man isn’t yelling, he’s either talking really loud or screaming at me; if he’s not doing that, he’s either smoking or sitting there with his hands folded at his mouth and staring at the screen.” McMillan rubbed his ears, eliciting a chuckle from the two guards. “I mean, seriously, the man’s a lunatic.”

>>12999339
>Rank ups come with upgrades, from my understanding. First at 5, then at 10.
>>12999345

“But you have to admit, he does manage to get things done.”

“Probably BECAUSE he’s a damn lunatic, Wyllie. The man frakkin’ stood up to an Overseer. AN O-VER-SEER. He could’ve had his head detonated at anytime.”

“Would you rather he hadn’t, then? I mean, if it wasn’t for him, we all would probably be on the Iron Line right now.”

“I’m not saying I’m ungrateful or anything, I’m just saying that the Major is very likely to be a-“

“All right boys, do I have to remind you two that you’re in the presence of a superior officer?”

“Sir, no sir!” the Privates cried in unison. McMillan laughed silently to himself. These two were probably highly in tune with one another, likely due to the nature of their stations.

“Right then. Keep up the good work, gentlemen. From what the Major was saying earlier, it looks like he and Sergeant Hartford might be cooking up a surprise for the rest of us later.”

“I hope you don’t literally mean…” Renault trailed off.

“Maybe.” McMillan then proceeded down the corridor, with the two Privates saluting his back. As he turned the corner, he heard them continuing their back-and-forth play.

>>12999245
I think Pidgeon was female. And there was another Knight... Trauma, I think?

>>12999355

“You don’t really think…?”

“I don’t know, the Major is crazy.”

“Not this again Renault.”

“He is! Did you ever…”

The conversation faded as McMillan continued walking down the corridors. He admitted, that while the Major did indeed behave like a madman at times, it sometimes felt – well, forced. Was it plausible for Major Walker to simply be putting on a front for the purpose of morale?

McMillan thought deeply on the idea as he stepped into the elevator. A press of a button, a slight lurch, and a pair of sliding doors later, McMillan stepped from the elevator, lost in thought with a hand on his chin.

So deeply was he contemplating the matter that he didn’t notice the female droid standing off to the left of the elevator entrance.

“Lieutenant McMillan” a soft, silky voice called out.

McMillan swung around to find R00 standing in the transit room. He hadn’t seen the droid up close before – he read the reports and knew what she looked like from the reports and the holo-screen, but this was the first time he actually interacted with her.

>>12999365

“Yes, R00?” he responded while quickly looking her up and down. She looked just like a human, save for the lines across her synthetic skin and her rather blank stare. Long, white, silky hair coupled with her strange pale eyes, R00 seemed rather out of place. Especially while wearing that maid uniform. McMillan had no idea where she got it; he could have sworn she wasn’t wearing it when they found her. Could be the reason Walker felt uncomfortable around it, he reasoned.

“… Lieutenant, were you ‘checking me out?’”

Shit, she caught him oogling her. “What? No, I was just –“

R00 giggled. “That’s okay, Lieutenant. As I was saying, you are probably very stressed from working with Master Walker for so long.”

“What? Oh, no, it’s nothing, really-“

“But it IS, Lieutenant. Stress can have a negative impact on one’s judgment and reaction time, which are crucial to one’s livelihood and performance on the battlefield.”

McMillan backed up slightly. “Oh, there’s no need to worry, I’m not on the battlefield, I serve in the –“

“Command center, where it’s just as, if not more, important to be stress free and able to think clearly, especially since you’re Master Walker’s adjutant.” R00 stated, her eyes seeming to get wider, as she moved closer to McMillan.

McMillan backed up further, into the wall. Suddenly he understood why Major Walker felt uncomfortable around the droid.

>>12999375

“Even if that’s true, I have ways to dea-“

“But it is my duty, Lieutenant, to serve Bravo,” R00 said, moving closer and pressing herself up against McMillan. “In many ways,” she said softly, moving her mouth to his ear. “Including, stress management.”

Before McMillan could protest further, R00 moved back, grabbed him by the wrists, and pulled him into the room they had been standing right outside of. Thrown onto his back on something soft, McMillan looked up to see R00’s silhouette against the light of the open door, her eyes glowing, and giggling softly as she slowly walked forward. As the door shut closed behind her, all he could see in the darkness was R00’s glowing eyes drawing closer, accompanied by her flirting giggles.

The following day, McMillan found himself once again in the command room.

>>12999381

“McMillan?” McMillan’s hair stood on edge. The Major knew, and was going to chew him out, he thought to himself. Breaking into a sweat, he envisioned how Walker would, in front of the rest of the command crew, begin to yell at McMillan for improper conduct or for fraternizing with soldiers under his command, shaming him publicly.

He swallowed nervously. If he tried to explain himself, he would probably just make the situation worse. The only thing he could do was face the Major head on.

“Yes, sir?” his words stumbled out of his mouth.

McMillan braced himself. Most of the command crew who were paying attention did as well.

However, Walker just sat there, staring at McMillan, for a good minute. For one long, agonizing minute, McMillan felt Walker’s eyes burning holes in him, scrutinizing him, reading him like a book, making him feel insignificant.

“… Never mind, Lieutenant,” Walker said, returning his attention to the screen. As McMillan simply stood there confused, a huge grin spread across Walker’s face.

>>12999386

>Boom, done. Feedback, comments, blah blah blah. I'm going to go do my work now.

>>12999375
> MacMillan! MacMillan!? MacMILLAN, NO!!!!
> +soft giggles+


R00 is starting to be terrifying.

>>12999388

Well, at least us girls won't have to worry about over-sexed men hitting on us.
...which I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

>>12999401
Probably not. I'm starting to think the R in R00 stands for RAPE.

>>12999397

... It's McMillan. I do believe MacMillan is a certain Scottish Captain from a certain game...

>>12999423
. . . There's a difference? Just kidding.

Also, I am unsure how would the ladies in Bravo team react to R00's presence, and the rumors of her attac- Uh, 'aiding' the male troops in stress management.

Also in a more realistic consequences, wouldn't this kind of aberrant behaviour in a droid result in it being drawn back for data-probing or even scrapping? If it were human/clone behaviour, it'd sound downright sociopathic.

Or, as twist, R00 actually only offered very good massages. Very, very, VERY GOOD massages. Fainting from the extreme muscle-relaxing pleasures are the typical end result. Other emissions... Also happen on occasions.

>>12999555
Bravo is a the personal Executor Squad for an Inquisitor. Maybe she thinks of R00's...activities as a minor bonus?

>>12999567
>>12999555

Walker is more than likely aware of what she's doing. She has called him "Master" before, who's to say he isn't the one ordering her to do it? Additionally, if you look at the "orders" Walker gave to Ghoul and R00 in the aftermath of Blacksad, it might shed some light on the situation... maybe.

Inquisitor Fierstrom is more than likely aware of her behavior (perhaps via first-hand experience, HMMMM?).

A little longer after the battle at Aggoria than last time...

Edwin entered the room. "Ah, there you are R00. Just the ladybot I was looking for!" R00 looked up from the terminal she had been working at, "Hello Ghost. You are here to help me with that thing I asked about?"
"Of course, let's get started shall we?"

.....................

"I am finished, you can get up now!" R00 rose from the table, looking at a nearby mirror. Holding a small object in his hand, he turned to R00 "Don't worry, you can't even see it." Walking to the door, he stopped a second turned to R00 again, a mischevious grin on his face, "R00... let's just keep this our little secret?" R00 shot him a confused look, then nodded. "Alright, though I don see why." Edwin chuckled and began whispering into her ear. Strangely, even R00 cracked a smile.

>continued

....................

The droid storage bay was silent, little reason for anyone to be there when not retrieving the droids for combat operations. The bay door slid open, and in stepped a figure carrying a toolbox and a small object. Appraising the droids within, he finally settled on a knight droid that must have been witness to many horrors of battle. Moving swiftly and diligently, he removed a small covering on the back of it's head and withdrew a chip. Taking the object he brought, he finished the exchange. The droid wasn't equiped with it's armor or weapons but it would serve it's purpose. Though those glowing eyes had bore witness to the many horrors of battle, it would soon bear fresh terrors...

.....................

Before McMillan could protest further, R00 moved back, grabbed him by the wrists, and pulled him into the room they had been standing right outside of. Thrown onto his back on something soft, McMillan looked up to see R00’s silhouette against the light of the open door, her eyes glowing, and giggling softly as she slowly walked forward. Was it a trick of the light, or did R00 look alittle bulkier then just a moment ago? As the door shut closed behind her, all he could see in the darkness was R00’s glowing eyes drawing closer, accompanied by her flirting giggles.

---------------------------------

To: Edwin "Ghost" Zeleck
From: D. Taylor

Hey, when are you finally going to get around to bringing that behavioural chip you pulled from R00 by? I know it wasn't an order or anything, some of the eggheads at least want it accounted for.

Donovan Taylor


>hehehe

>>12999863

>Knight Maido? YOU FOOL! WHAT HORRORS HAVE YOU WROUGHT UPON US?!?

>>12999555

>Twist delivered!

>>12999877

> I have revealed the mystery of the ninja rapebot. Consider it a service!

>Although it is of no help to McMillan now. Don't tell him (or do tell him)!

>>12999918

>That it's either a Knight-bot, or just R00 with a hyper-aggressive Knight behavioral unit installed? Either way, poor McMillan. And Nomad. Also:

To: Edwin "Ghost" Zeleck
From: Major Walker

How has the analysis of the three packages been coming along? I know, you're busy - we've all been busy - and while I don't want the reputation of being a slave driver, I am anxious to hear any results from your investigation regarding the behavior of the three kids. In any event, continue your tasks as usual. You-know-who is probably reading these anyway.

Oh, and good job making those modifications on R00. That'll teach McMillan not to let his guard down.

Ground pounders all the way;
Major Walker

P.S. Quit fucking around with R00 so much. Once in a while is fine, like that little "tour," but really man? I mean, it's not like I don't know.

"All Bravo Company communications via this forum are available to all personnel at any terminal."

"I advise you to stop."

"If you have something to say to me, you are welcome to talk to me face-to-face"

"that is all."

>end

>>13000091
"-sigh."

>Sorry! This took me a really long time to write, and is really long. I hope it's not boring.

Lost never minded cryo. She had had her training on Boreal Prime, a planet where the 25 years of winter where only countered by a frantic summer of six months. The demanding training, the rigorous treatments and augmentations, were usual done in demanding climates that pushed an already hale clone. But she had loved it: the snow, the ice, crisp way the air tasted. How the cold brought people together, for warmth as much as for company. The way the world was silent and peaceful. Cryo was just as quiet and tranquil.

Scientifically it was impossible to dream in cryo. The purpose of the pods was to suspend animation of the entire body. Thought—neurons firing and chemicals reacting—was something that had to be arrested as much as any other part of the body for cryo to work. But some, many, spoke of dreams during their sleep and many had a sense of time passing when they were revived. Many chalked this up to the subconscious reacting to the knowledge of the revival and simply giving false impressions of dreams. But others, religious or merely open-minded, wondered: if there was such a thing as a soul, could it be frozen?

Lost had never heard any of these debates, and likely wouldn’t have cared. And yet, she did more then sleep. A part of her awoke. That part melted, growing wider and taller then her body, slipping outside the frozen shell and reaching tentatively out into the ship. The nearby cryo pods did not interest her, and she slipped further out till she found someone awake.

The man was, of course, a clone. A lowly technician whose job it was to monitor levels in the cryobay. Not that there wasn’t a hundred systems in place, but the military always did like eyes-on. Suddenly a fancy took him and he broke protocol to move down the lines to a certain pod. A certain pod with a window.

Lost, the part of Lost that was “awake,” couldn’t of course control him. But that need that was true for all humans, the reason they were social creatures, had brought him here, albeit unconsciously. Companionship was a strong lure, and strangely he felt it here, staring at the frozen girl. The wrath that was Lost could not step into this man’s mind and see herself, but rolling off of him in waves was a sweet melody, thousand songs, that made up this man’s brainwaves.

She saw herself as told by a stranger, while a song about her played in the background and the walls were paintings of her depicted by abstract artists. Her face, normally pretty-bordering on beautiful, was enhanced by lust and personal preference. Like many men, this one found her flaws—a slightly long forehead, and average, almost thin lips—making her all the more appealing. Her body, strengthened from the first stages of cloning to genome treatments and injects, was athletic, but due to modern science and masculine aesthetics, still pleasantly curved if very well toned. The painful heightening treatments, required for knights, gave her already long legs a few more inches in height and a long lean stomach, quartered by abs. But all of that was distorted and wound in fantasy and remembrance of the man; comparing her to pornographic holos and past lovers and the important females in his life.

Soon the man lost interest and stared around before checking over his diagnostics. He didn’t remember why he came over here, but incase management was watching, he might as well cover his ass. After making a note on his datapad, he mentally noted the woman’s name, Lya [GHOST] Tseretin, and that she looked to be about his age, 21. Maybe, he thought as he moved back to the last pod he had been looking at, he’d catch her when they thawed her out.

The entity that was more subconscious, but all thought, floated back and settled over her body, looking in. Her mind, all the thoughts frozen, perfectly still and intricate, made herself sad, as far as the now distant emotions went. She could see the jagged line in her mind, separating what the cloning had left her, from her own memories.

When Lady Interest of Prima Masquerade decided to give her template as a clone for wartime use as a publicity stunt, the lawyers had had some terms of agreements. Specifically that Lady Interest’s mind was intellectual property, and would not be replicated fully. Instead she would get the first 12 years of her life, and technicians would have to make due with that. What was left when the technicians were done was sharp edges to the normally soft edges of memories, a butchering, only clear to the entity, of memories and thoughts. Her outward mentally sighed. It was for the best.

The next seven years, given with accelerated simulations, had done much to educate her, not only on military concerns, but a standard education of math, philosophy, science, and history. Not to say that she had done much better then an average 12-year-old. But those memories, and the year in boot camp, were her own, and had produced something much different from the pleasure planets pop star: an intelligent and fiercely loyal woman, with the need for friendship and company much more then her original’s need for adoration.

Satisfied with what it saw, the part of Lost that had left out settled back into her self and after struggling to get comfortable, drifted back to sleep.

>Okay! Sorry again for the length. I'd love to read comments, but I have to get to sleep. Hopefully I'll see you all tomorrow!

>>13000211

Nice, very nice.

Now I feel compelled to have Walker walk amongst his "crew." Or rather, the frozen ones. More character expansion!

>Hmmm, I wonder, will the original end up being drafted if your clone dies?

>I'm not much of a writer, but reading through this it's hard not to contribute


It’s been a while hasn’t it?

I’m sorry for not writing before, but we’ve been on the border worlds, and not a lot of communication is possible there. I saw my first combat some… actually I’m not sure of the days exactly. A couple weeks at best. You sleep and eat when you can, and are generally too busy for time keeping.

But that first battle was mighty scary, let me tell you. I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it from you all, but I’ll admit it: I soiled myself. It’s hard not to against those xenoforms (Which is a terrible name for them, they look like humongous bugs). But when those things came streaming up the hill, their screeches and hisses filling the air, claws like you wouldn’t believe, moving faster than a man can run and absorbing our fire towards them like it was nothing and there was an airstrike on them but they just kept GOING and then I realized they were coming straight for me and that is was MY job to face them and stop them and all I had was my armor and my shield to protect me and…

Sorry, it’s hard to put into words. Suffice to say it is nothing like what you read in books.

>>13000252

But I had some good soldiers fighting alongside me. A fellow Knight, Graves, told me to keep my shield up and hold my ground. I didn’t see what was so great about holding this spot against all those bugs – it was just a bunch of abandoned buildings not worth much to anyone – until I glanced behind me.

There was a motto of the camp I trained.
“Shield in hand, we hold.”
The meaning to me seemed obvious at the time, to hold the Iron Line and keep humanity safe. But really it’s simpler, smaller than that.

Behind me were the units of Bravo, all of them fighting for their lives.

It wasn’t my job to stop the bugs alone, I wasn’t alone at all. But it was my job to stand firm. To be that Iron Line protecting all those behind me.

I don’t know if I’ll ever live up to the essence of being a Knight, but I like to think that every day I get a little bit closer.

>>13000252
>>13000257

>Bravo, good man, bravo. Reference to the liberation of Aggronia? I remember that air strike. Only one I got to call in and all I manage to do is confirm that the red sea stuff is not just a mob of enemies.

>Now I have to contribute again since this thread is still here. I wpn't write nothing big yet though, saving that til I have everything already done.

To: Dorothy N. Swan
From: Newton A. Hawkes

Do you remember the old days? Back when you where 17 and I was 15, when we were truly young. Back when we used to contemplate life through our, then, relatively narrow minded perspectives. Better question: Do you remember my first girlfriend? The one I was so attached to even years after she left me. The one that offered for us to live within arm's reach of each other in case we needed help. She's dead. I wonder now if I should have joined Bravo Force, could I have prevented it if I had stayed with her? I would like to visit you when I get the chance, but there's no telling when that might be. Before I end this feed I wanna ask you to do something for me. Bring flowers to her.

Thank you sis,
Hawkes.

>I wonder if anyone's caught on to the main point of my characters' backstories.

>>13000321
. . . You know, it kind of feel like Dualism, just with more siblings, and a Gatchaman theme to the mix.

>>13000321

>Err, to flesh out your characters? To highlight the bonds of family? To illustrate how going off to war results in a person "not being there" for those they left behind, how things don't stay the same when you inevitably come back? Or is it that war touches all aspects of society, and not just the soldiers are at risk? Either way, fuckin' yanking on my heartstrings man.

>>13000343
Gatchaman?

>>13000366
>Something WAY more simple than that. It does have to do with Sibling Bonds and how his family is somewhat odd compared to the rest. Hint: Names.

>>13000404

I know they all share names with birds. But beyond that, I've no clue. Like what a Pelham is. (Is that a bird, or a name? Too lazy to google.)

>>13000404
Old cartoon. Or anime. Band of tights wearing superheroes with bird themes.
Though there was also a sentai squad with bird theme, too. Jetman, I think.

>>13000091

>Realizes everyone has effectively been posting fapfics to the company communications board that ALL personnel read.

"Well, going to be an awkward talk around the watercooler tomorrow..."

>>13000091

>Aww. I liked it better when we just posted backstory and this wasn't the company communications board, because now Wolf has to find out who, under his own designation, posted the vid-log! Then again Wolf doesn't get to use his combat knife much and he oh so loves his knife!

I. Love.

This.

Thread

>>13000250
Thanks! A lot of fun to write. Just wish I hadn't stayed up so late... Well, I can sleep tomorrow, once the quest is done.

>>13000252
Another Knight! Yay! After reading on the last skirmish, I was worried I was going to be the only one on the field.You, me, and Nomad will have to work on some strategies to hopefully survive the fight.

>>13001546
I am fairly certain that was just to get us to lighten up on the R00 stuff. As funny as a knightbot with R00's chip responsible for some of the more 'erratic' behavior running around raping people is, I can't help but feel that maybe this has all gotten a little out of hand. The first story I put up with R00 was just a joke in response to Walker and I wasn't expecting people to run with it, but if OC wants to put his put foot down on it that's fine.

>I feel the need to post more as well yet I'm still quiet shitty at writefaggotry. I will add however feel free to use Ghoul in yall's writefaggotry if ya need/want.

Working on Karnivore in the hanger bay, Ghoul used any excuse he could to stay out of cryo as long as possible. The big man was one of few orginals currently in Bravo, and always complained about nightmares while he was stuck in cryo.
On this particular evening Ghoul had fallen asleep in Karnivore's cockpit when he was woken up by a clang. He silently peered out from his tank looking around only to see a clone standing near a Colossus and a lithe figure in the shadows moving toward him.
"What the hell..." he spoke silently to himself as he leaned forward trying to get a better view. After a few moments and catching a few tidbits of what was said between the clone and the lithe figure that was apparently R00. Ghoul was wondering what R00 was us to, until she pounced the clone. Ghoul leaped out of his Bitank, intent on helping the poor guy from whatever the crazed bot had planned until he realized what exactly she was doing to the clone. After a few moments of quiet chuckling to himself Ghoul decided to leave them alone and snuck around a few of the other vehicles in the hanger out the exit to see if there was any deep fried mak left from the interrogations earlier.

Also, I can't believe this thread is still alive. It's invincible apparently. Perhaps we should get it some armor and weapons and have it fight for us!

Hehehehe I love how warlike the conditions of battle are. While I would always find it better to make a game as effecient and as quick as possible, I cant help but feel everyone is undergoing their own hellish battlefield condtions through these extended active hours.

>>13003567

>aw, you left poor Nomad to the rape knight-bot's mercy. For shame!

>>13003900

I love how this depicts how monstrous humans must look to the aliens

Yeah so in the event of Warsaw's death I've preemptively thought up another character. And then I wrote this.

>song is sung to the tune of 'Johnny comes marching home' or 'The ant's go marching' since it's the same tune.

With the horrid sound of frying bacon the xenoforms burst forth from the ground and made a mad dash for the line of clone soldiers waiting for them. The line of knights readied their shields for the onslaught. Several of the newer recruits glanced nervously from one bug to the next, the fear tickling at the back of their minds. Armstrong, a large man even by the standards of a Knight, began to pound a steady beat on his shield. Surprised at first the other knights didn't know weather to stare at the large man or the bugs drawing ever closer. Slowly the other knights began to join in, their fear washed away by the din of the shields. Then, in a deep baritone, Armstrong began to sing.

“The clones go marching one by one, Hurrah! Hurrah!
They bring the monsters to their death, Hurrah! Hurrah!”
The bugs will burn and the birds will fry
The Exalted they will all soon die
As the clones go marching on, and on, and on”

The knights ceased pounding on their shields as the bugs drew close. The sound replaced almost immediately by the cacophonous sounds of close combat. Even as he fought, however, Armstrong continued to sing. His voice rising above the sounds of battle to stave off the fear for just a little longer.

“The Clones go marching two by two, Hurrah! Hurrah!
Soon you'll get to be one too, Hurrah! Hurrah!
You will die false death, like all the rest
But rise to fight at dawns first light
As the clones go marching on, and on, and on”

As before the knights joined their voices to Armstrong's one at time. Each new voice lending strength not only to the song, but to those around them as well. Swords struck truer and shields held firmer, all the while they continued to sing.

“The clones go marching three by three, Hurrah! Hurrah!
They will fight until their victory, Hurrah! Hurrah!
They feel no pain nor fear of death
They will fight until their final breath
As the clones go marching on, and on, and on”

Even as comrades fell beside them, the knights continued to fight. Holding their ground as the unending wave of bugs tried to wash over them. They pushed themselves passed exhaustion as they struck out just one more time with they're swords, blocked just one more strike with they're shields. The song continued with out waver.

The clones go marching four by four, Hurrah! HURRAH!
They will march into the gates of hell, Hurrah! HURRAH!
Through valleys black and fires wrath
They will continue to cut their path
As the clones go marching on, and on, and on, AND ON, HURRAH! HURRAH! HURRAH!!

The knights repeated the finally hurrah again, and again. Each time advancing a single step. Until at last they stood at the entrance tunnels to the bug's layer, where the bugs could do nothing, but fall upon their swords.

>>13004709

Pretty muh doing a piece for Knights next.

>>13004707
>>13004709
>Gory, gory what a helluva way to die!
>And he ain't gonna cleave no more!

Love it, btw

Dear God this thread is still going.

>>13004707
>>13004709

Excellent stuff, Warsaw.

>>13005470
>>13005563
>>13006499

Yay, people like it!

Anyone know of any other goods songs he could sing? I have this horrible idea that Armstrong wanted to be/was an opera singer. Then bugs ate his family. He's sad.

>>13000250
Wait, do the bugs make the bacon sound when they die, or is it just the sound they make when they move in?

>>13006943
Also, nice song. I think you should rewrite Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On as My Clone Will Go On.

I can't wait to use these covers for future games !

This is for everyone that posted all the sweet [K] love

>>13007798

They make the sound of bacon frying when they're digging through the ground and generally gnashing their teeth.

The coin was termed when geo sonars obsessively kept track of their movements .

>>13007854
term was coined.

oh god i need to nap before starting....

>>13007836
Yay, knight pin-ups! Oh, the one on the left has axes, is he the Berserker the weird was talking about?

>>13007854
Poor guys. Of course they at least got only monitor the movements. I'm sure from that picture we all know who is first into the tunnels.

>>13007836

From the loooks of it , they get bigger armor, which will equate to higher health and dual axes and instead of sword and board which will likely make them fully offensive melee loadouts.

Ohohohohoh maaannn I cannot wait to see them in action.

I feel like writing some more, but if we are going to have game this night, I think I'll wait until the next general thread.

Got to start building up the rage.

>>13008022

Poor Anon, but in this threat the odd one out is Anon. Everyone's got a trip.

I don't think Lost would be a good bezerker. But who knows what will happen after she comes in contact with with bugs, or other psionic races.

I can't wait to see the next sniper classes. Just 1 kill away! I'm hoping for something cloak-y. Maybe either extra long-range sniping or a backstabbing assassin type...

>>13008103

Do the kills you get with arty and stuff when you're TA or in a vehicle count towards you base class?

>>13008139
I do believe it's only personal/drone kills. Vehicle/Armor users need more kills to get an upgrade.

>>13008139
Not really sure. I thought they did, but I haven't really paid too much attention to others kill counts with vehicles vs their kills on foot.

>>13008139

TA's don't get kills. Most people don't TA for long anyway, so that doesn't really matter. Vehicle kills only count for upgrading the vehicle and as Nomad said it takes more kills for a vehicle to rank up. I don't know how many people actually keep track of weather a kill was on foot or in a vehicle though.

Oh and some actions that aren't actually listed anywhere!

Run- Sacrifice all actions to double movement speed
Overwatch- Declared during the action phase. Allows a character to attack an enemy that moves into range during the enemy movement phase. Rolls for this are made by Orbital.

Did I forget any?

>>13008325

Yep. Some that haven't even been used yet. Aren't I helpful?

>>13008325

So that's what Overwatch does. Nifty.
So I have 7 kills on foot and 2 in armor. Three kills isn't too bad, I just need to deploy in the right place.

>>13008325

Just to note, kills in a vehicle, from my understanding, count towards rank-ups. However, they are separate from kills as infantry/naval units. So you can get a rank as a ground-pounder, and a rank in vehicles. But the counts don't contribute towards one another. And I'm assuming you can't use an upgrade from ranking up as infantry for a vehicle/naval unit.

Think of it as different advancement trees, although rank seems cumulative. Maybe. We haven't had to deal with that problem yet. And usually, naval characters are considered different from the guys on the ground.

>>13008486
So what about someone like myself whose done a run in Infantry, Armor, AND Naval?

>>13008507

Is your naval character different from your ground one?

Just, count each kill count separately, and I'll ask OC about it.

>>13008507
Silly versatile soldiers.

>>13008507

I would say the best bet is to just record them separately.

This thread has lasted a good long time, but it isn't showing on the main page anymore. Were we going to have a general recruitment thread before tonight's game?

>>13008534
Due to clerical error, Nomad was forced through Infantry, Vehicle, and Naval training. Never has he had to learn so much. He is thankful for his fairly empty clone brain.

So yea, since the only kills I think I got that counts was in a Pred, I currently have two air kills, though I'm not actually sure how many Maks I took out when I made my gun runs near the mothership.

Entertaining side note, I've been upgraded as a tank pilot with my increased bitank damage but I'm still a lowly private heheh

>>13008591
That's because it's autosaging and we're about to fall off page 15

>>13008599

The downside being that Colton is going to kill you because you told him it was fried chicken in the mess.

>>13008599

>Actually, you are supposed to be a Corporal now. You know, you can still get ranks while in armor/ships. Just don't expect an upgrade towards infantry from that rank, since you've already upgraded that tank of yours. Of course, if OC says anything, it overrides anything I say.

>>13008621
Hey fried mak tastes like fried chicken, its not my fault yer squeamish Colt
>smirks as he lights up a cigarette