>>933831
Oh sweet delicious plot. Been a long week of waiting.

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The room, the General's private office on board the great Mekong-class prototype battleship Iulia Maesa, named for a woman who saw her grandson made emperor and then had him strangled, feels colder than the temperature regulators indicate. It's so quiet, the quiet tap-tap-tapping of Bethany Cabot's armored fingers against her armored forearm as she leans against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest can be heard as loudly as the ticking of an antique clock. If she knew how much it was bothering the two young pilots seated on either side of their immediate commanding officer in three markedly uncomfortable chairs before the great jade desk of the General in charge of SOUL, she would have been delighted.

After all, she has had time to acquire a healthy dislike for both of them. The boy is a squirming, arrogant little weasel and the girl is spooky. Whether or not it's the result of some strange religious trait, something about people who genuinely believe in peace in a galaxy like this unsettles her on a primal level. After all, Bethany Cabot is quite a competent fighter. Instead of her usual uniform with her hair pulled back in a secretaryesque ponytail, she's still wearing her armored flight suit, sleek and black and glittering like the carapace of some dangerously venomous wasp. Her helmet...she accidentally left under the General's desk. Whoops. Well, nobody but Hermione can see it from here, so it shouldn't be a problem. Her hair hangs as wild as a witch's mane around her face, and her cheek works as she chews on a wad of mint gum. Quietly. Chewing loudly annoys Hermione and right now the last thing Bethany needs is for her General to be more annoyed.

The boy looks nervous, to her eyes. His gaze keeps darting around to the others, and he looks like he wishes he was ten kilometers away from here. The girl's face is impassive, but slightly wary. There's a serenity in her eyes that sets off warning klaxons in Bethany's mind for some reason, but then again, she's biased in that she absolutely despises S-Pop, to her mind the most degenerate and artless genre of music. She can say that with certainty given that she doesn't even consider Voidray and Skazz music. Still, neither of them worry her half so much as the Lieutenant. He has his PC out, and is casually flipping through a file that she suspects is the RCC's bible.

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Not that General Fairchild looks annoyed. Simply bored, and rather like she doesn't have time for SOUL B sitting in front of her, scrolling through the holographic display on her PC. She's still in her formal uniform, the one that reminds Bethany of some ancient warrior-queen poised for the battlefield. Both of them have had a busy, busy time of things in the wake of this latest debacle. “Before I assess our losses.” The pink-haired woman remarks calmly, “Let me issue my congratulations to Lieutenant McAllister for the data he retrieved and the excellent combat footage. You have given me the means to salvage a PR win from this, a small but bright silver lining. It's a shame there was no opportunity for you to hit Starwind, but I understand the reasoning in your report. There was no time when you could have had an assured chance of success, and he always had at least one allied machine around of sufficient power to damage the S-Slayer II.” She taps a spot on the screen, and with a thoughtless hand motion, sends the Lieutenant a file, “Your mech has been cleared for completion. You're dismissed to go and oversee it, if you like, or go do...whatever you do when you aren't here.”

The Lieutenant looks up, and his eyes meet the General's. For a moment, he doesn't say anything, but despite her im-fucking-peccable self-control Bethany feels her fingers twitch towards one of her weapons. She knows that, even here at the heart of a UJCIDF warship at a UJCIDF base on Europa, if the pope desired it the Lieutenant would have a blade through the General's throat in a heartbeat. She despises the fact that someone so profoundly unreliable is currently the public face of the SOUL pilots, “Perhaps I should stay.” He remarks, opening up the file she sent him and scanning over it, “I believe it might be instructional, to witness your role in this new age.”

The General isn't intimidated, standing up and putting her palms on the desk, leaning down until their faces are inches apart, “Get out of my office before I have security drag you out, Josiah. I let you have your talk with your best friend's son, next time I want you to defeat him. Decisively. Are we clear? Be thankful I haven't ordered you to bring me his head already.”


The priest smiles. It's a calm, understanding smile, the sort that reassures troubled parishioners and carries the reflected light of God's love. He stands up. Bethany feels the hair on the back of her neck rising, her calm visage almost slipping as he reaches for the cuff of one sleeve...and tucks his PC into a small pocket there, “I understand you perfectly, ma'am.” He salutes, then turns to go, but pauses in the doorway, “By the way, Alice and Roarke seemed very happy together. I trust you don't mind me attending their wedding?” The question seems to be rhetorical, as he leaves before Fairchild can respond.

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The General grinds her teeth together, her fists clenching on her desk. Ensigns Young and Fleur share a quick glance, doing their best to hide their nerves. It isn't good enough.

“One ship lost to pirates. The only reason I have not been forced to immediately retire in disgrace is that the Cleander was not yet SOUL-affiliated and I can blame most of this on that halfwit Pomade.” She starts, “Most of this. The sole consolation I have over the Cleander's loss is that its Captain will assuredly die painfully, my intelligence assures me that he has enemies among the Iron Kestrels. The rest, however, is on your heads.”

“A few mecha and a handful of traitors, so what?” Ensign Young shrugs, and if Bethany wasn't on Lysa's side of the room she would reach out and smack him. Fortunately, Hermione Fairchild is better prepared. Her riding crop sears the air with a vicious crack, splitting Keith's lip and leaving a searing red line along his cheek. She puts her whole body into it, her hips and shoulder behind the motion, and all of those fencing sessions with Bethany must be paying off, because it sends the boy reeling and falling out of his chair, tumbling onto the carpeted floor. Lysa's pupils shrink to the size of pinheads.

The General stands up, smacking the end of the riding crop against her palm as she walks over and viciously jabs the toe of her shoe into his ribs, “Two squads of Bluegills, destroyed. Worse, they were elite veterans, and all six of them are dead. Some had families that would have asked questions if Major Cabot were not considerably more competent than either of you have turned out to be.” She kicks Keith again, smiling at his agonized groan.

“Keith!” Lysa starts to rise to her feet, but Bethany was already expecting it, and her being positioned where she is isn't a coincidence. The blade of the mono-rapier hums as it halts half an inch from the idol's precious throat.

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Bethany, puffed up with pride, smiles cheerfully at Lysa and holds up the hand not gripping the weapon, sticking her index finger up and wagging it remonstratingly, “Tut-tut-tut! You should leave dangerous things like that alone.” Major Cabot looks pointedly at Lysa's hand, resting on the hilt of Lysa's sword.

The General kicks Keith again, but seems to derive a little less pleasure from it, “Then, there is the matter of your own mecha. Do you have any idea what those cost?” She stamps her foot down on Keith's midsection, and leans on it, staring him in the eye, “Because the senior Bucephalus technicians have explained it to me, at length. In the time it takes to produce your mech, we could create literally hundreds of Pumpkinseed IIs...and Pumpkinseed II's, you pathetic excuse for a boy, GIVE ME RESULTS!” She kicks him hard in the stomach, then pulls away in disgust as he vomits on the floor.

Lysa's fingers tighten on the swordhilt, and Bethany, for just a moment, starts to enjoy her rare chance to bully the silly pink girl a little bit less than previously. After all, she can't very well kill her, the General hasn't given her permission.

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“Don't think I've forgotten you.” Fairchild promises the girl, “Ensign Young might have been stupid enough to attack Merrow, but this whole mess happened because of your failures.” She kicks Keith again, and he rolls over with a groan, huddling up to try and avoid her foot.

“Aunt Hermione, please do not do this. It is ill-done, and unfair to my Keith.” Lysa's eyes narrow slightly.

“Oh, it's unfair? Or ill-done? I'll tell you about unfair, I could tell you about life being unfair for years and not run out of material. What's unfair is that you were left in command for less than an hour, and in that time, you lost five SOUL mecha. Five. The entirety of Squad A and most of Squad B. This...this is...” Her shoulders start to shake, and she stomps on Keith again, almost reflexively, “I won't go into the details, or Ensign Young would be leaving this room in a plastic bag, but we all know what happened. Worse than the sheer staggering financial losses from five SOUL mecha being taken out of commission, we lost two key assets, and both of them are directly your fault.”

“My fault? I must protest, I have done nothing wrong. You specifically stated that the cheer was to be used when we engaged Avalonian forces.” Lysa protests, “Nobody could have predicted Naomi Heim was a replica of the Avalonian Lady of the Woods.”

General Fairchild's mouth twists into a grimace, “Yes, major engagements, not brawls with some...some remnants and children. I don't blame you for the cheer, or for your decision to arrest Heim. Your handling of it, though, was appalling, well below your usual standards even to the point of sloppiness.” She grits her teeth, “Did you enjoy that game, needling the Heim girl while she was too distraught to respond? Oh yes, we have those comm logs, losing your mecha did not stop me from finding out how they were lost. Now answer the question, did you enjoy it? Was it fun for you? Because these are the games I enjoy.” She kicks Keith again. And again. He's stopped trying to ward her off with his hands, “And at worst, I lose a minor investment that has failed to pay dividends. Your game cost me much, much more.”

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>>933831
AWAKEN MY KESTRELS!

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“It was not our fault. Ensign Merrow refused to listen to reason at all, then he attacked Keith. And me.” Lysa clasps her hands together in front of her chest.

“Really? After Ensign Young...” Another kick, “Shot first, I can't say I blame the Merrow boy. You directly failed in dealing with him. You failed still further by provoking him. You rendered your failure absolutely unforgivable when you lost to him. Both of you. My prized SOUL B, defeated by A's junior pilot. How disgusting.” She shakes her head.

“Aunt, please stop hurting him. Please.” Lysa's voice shakes a little as she speaks, her eyes large and glassy.

“Hurting him? You're concerned because I'm hurting him? You stupid little girl, do you have any idea of how dangerous Rudolph Merrow is as an enemy? Do you realize everything I am risking by not making a public blood sacrifice of both of you and instead telling a particularly dangerous lie to this particularly dangerous man? You should show a little gratitude, I'm the reason the two of you are still alive...and what do I see for it? What harvest do I get for my constant hard work and effort? Nothing! You give me NOTHING!” She stomps on the prone Ensign's ribs, Bethany smiling as she watches.

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>>933891
>>933906
Damn, Fairchild. I have been waiting for this for a while and you do not disappoint.

On one hand, they totally deserve all of this.

on the other hand, god damn.

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“Pro...paga...” Keith tries to speak, but Fairchild stomps on his head as she steps over him and returns to her chair.

“You look good on a poster until you start talking. So far, you have been the biggest failure of all. A complete disappointment. We've taken some excellently staged footage of you fighting minor pirate gangs in the Belt and the Trojans, true, but that is a complete non-accomplishment in light of the ascension of the Kestrels and the ongoing war. Which, by the way, has produced pilots like this.” The General turns away from the bloody boy and taps the PC on its stand, selecting and displaying a file on the holographic screen. It's an image of a tall, barrel-chested young man with a goofy grin that suggests he doesn't know he's having his picture taken. His head is rounded, melon-like, with short brown hair and a small, snub nose. General Fairchild grabs a packet of tissues from a pocket on her uniform and tosses them on top of Keith.

Lysa frowns, “And who exactly is this?”

The General sighs, “This is Ensign Amos A. Wedge. Although I suppose his promotion has gone through by now, I certainly signed it as swiftly and largely as I could. Average grades in scholastics at the Academy, but top of his class in physical education and most combat classes. Apparently he didn't take his sims very seriously, though, he did serve a remedial year on the Brutus.” She smiles, “...Which seems to have paid off. He's best friends with the youngest son of Chairman Luther Luxol, handpicked to be one of his bodyguards. Now, while their squad is technically SOUL, I fully intended for the young princeling to sit out this war in a safe little backwater well away from anything dangerous. Instead, now-Lieutenant Wedge has led them to victory against Avalonian forces multiple times. He has a reputation for surviving dangerous, even suicidal missions, including being the first UJCIDF pilot to shoot down a Paladin. He's well-liked by his Captain and colleagues, the locals are reputedly fond of him, and even the Avalonians respect him. Apparently they've nicknamed him the Blue Knight.”

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She pauses a moment for effect, then delivers the punchline, “Oh, and he's dating the designer of the Pumpkinseed II, which he pilots. He has done all of this in a standard line mech, albeit our most recent generation and apparently lightly customized. We ran a sample profile of him on JNN, and the results were...astounding. He's pure propaganda platinum.” She smiles, it's not a nice smile at all, “Which leads me to your punishment. Ensign Young! Those tissues aren't for you! I never gave you permission to leave your various disgusting fluids on my rug.” She brains him with a precise toss of a metallic spraytube of cleaning solvents, “Clean up your messes for once. For now, you'll both have to use secondhand mecha. Officer models, of course, but not SOUL machines. Your budget is being reallocated to Lieutenant Wedge's squad. Thankfully, we're reforming SOUL and won't be reliant on individual squads for much longer, but all three of those pilots and their mecha have become major assets. Ensign Young, we have fitted a Warmouth with a pair of spare arms from the S-Slinger and a remake of your combat rifle. For now, it will serve your assigned role adequately.”

“A Warmouth!? But they're hideous!” Finally, Keith protests, only to be cut off with a groan as Bethany gets a kick of her own in.

“You will accompany me, your role in the new SOUL awaits you, flawed as you are. I do not simply expect great things from you, Ensign Young, I demand them..and if you are a diamond that requires some chiseling to shine, then I am more than happy to hack you into shape.” The General smiles at Bethany. It's a relief, Bethany had been a little worried that taking the initiative and putting the boot to Ensign Young might be ill appreciated.


“Accompany you where?” Ensign Young wipes the blood off his lips as he frantically scrubs the carpet clean, filling the General's mostly-decorative wastepaper basket with little balls of damp, chemical-smelling paper.

“Qu'lir. I am going to go on television, smile for the cameras, pin the Titanium Medal for Valor on Lieutenant Wedge, and I am going to talk relentlessly about SOUL's great victories and the important new strides we're making. Thankfully, my usual headache is being cooperative for once, he's content with his plunder and will probably make a blustering public statement that supports our narrative.” She folds her hands on her desk, “I do not, I cannot, consider the defection of Heinrich Merrow as permanent, nor the seizure of Naomi Heim. Rudolph Merrow's son cannot be exposed as a pirate, or worse, as a Green Man sympathizer, during this war. It may come in useful someday, but not now, not when SOUL is this fragile. In the event that he comes back, it is with no questions asked. He is on special assignment, he was always on special assignment. As for Ensign Heim, she will be retrieved or she will be dealt with. Of that, I have no doubt.”

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“Yes ma'am.” Keith hides his disgust as best he can after hearing her casually allude to the murder of a young pilot...and what he thinks, perhaps, was the hinted-at murder of the families of fallen veterans. He puts up with a lot from these vile people, from those who've given up on having ideals. He knows why he has to. He bows his head and endures because he knows, ultimately, justice will be done and the guilty will all be punished. General Fairchild, in his opinion, is a person on the verge of an abyss, and perhaps she has already stumbled, “And the others?”

She shrugs, “They will not be your problem outside the system. Save your questions for Avalon.”

Lysa interjects, “Aunt, if we are going to Qu'lir, I believe this would be a wonderful opportunity. Qu'lir is a broken, bitterly divided planet with a monstrous history, I know that I could help them. With kindness, friendship, and an earnest desire for peace we can heal their world and make it a better place.”

The General doesn't bother hiding her enjoyment as she replies, “No.”

“No?” Lysa blinks, not understanding in the least.

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Shes got something planned for the wedding/tourney we have to figure out some way to make her cancel whatever shes planning. Maybe we can threaten to release all the data we found on Psyche, that would really fuck up her plans

>>933932
Well they do have it coming. Aces are valuable assets, sure, but the thing is, Jesus and Lyra aren't aces. Lysa maybe, but Keith is a specialist with the same skill level in gunnery as Amos who has 17s across the board.
Sure being a specialist means Keith can do more with less, but even when given a amazing machine, his results were adequate at best. In a war, you really can't have soldiers like that eating resources when they could be used elsewhere.
>>934034
Might be harder than it looks. She could have the S-Squilia have a exhibition match with us to prove it's worth.

>>934044
I'm expecting an assassination attempt on a bunch of our key people or a sneak attack. I mean Haman's done it in Zeta so it would make sense

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>>934034
Okaeri Darling!~

What do you want first? Dinner? Bath? Or WA-TA-SHI~?

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The General rests her palms on her desk, and leans across it to look Lysa in the eyes, “No. I don't need you to bring this planet under my control, and you and Ensign Young have been enough of a bad influence on each other. You are staying here, to prepare for your ridiculous concert and to think very carefully about how you handle your duties in the future.” Her eyes flash, “And if you ever think of losing a fight to someone like Merrow again, I can't guarantee you and Ensign Young won't be stationed on separate systems for the durations of your lives.” She grabs the girl by the chin, forcing her to look at her, “Are we clear?”

Lysa reaches up and smacks the General's hand away despite Bethany's swordpoint at her throat, “As always, aunt. After all, I owe you the greatest debt of all.” She smiles bravely, “You will be attending the concert, yes? I beg of you, bring Keith with you. Already, I miss him sorely.” Her voice doesn't quiver, she just reaches out for Ensign Young's hand, and squeezes it.

The General's gaze narrows, “I'll consider it, depending on your continued talent and loyalty. Don't embarrass me again.”

"Of course not. I shall strive to make you proud of me." The pink-haired girl smiles. It's a smile as sweet and white and wholesome as milk, "I swear it."

The General briefly considers thrashing her, too, but it would be counterproductive and could easily go very wrong, Lysa isn't nearly as useless with a blade as her boyfriend is. Instead she jerks her head towards the door, "Take him and get out of my office. I want you prepared for transfer off this ship within an hour, I'll let my people handle the paperwork."

Lysa's smile is very strained, "To which ship am I being assigned, Aunt?"

General Fairchild imitates her tone, "To no ship, O niece. You are to remain on Europa. Work on your music, do whatever trivial little outreach you want to do to a notorious pirate who might very well kidnap you regardless of what her husband wants, do NOT go to Auditorium with or without a mech. You have access to my estate, of course, that should be enough to keep you occupied until I get back. Before the New Year, I will prove that SOUL deserves its budget, and I will return stronger than ever."

"If you feel you can win your battles without me, I suppose I have no choice. An hour, you said? Come, Keith, I shall tend to your wounds." Lysa salutes, curtsies, and helps Keith up, letting him lean on her as they hobble out of the office together.

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>>934057
Well, beefing up security and defenses after that failed assassination would be a given. Everyone would be on guard and I think Clemmy, Sam, and the rest would make sure that the security for all key personnel would be top notch.

...Don't get me wrong, nobody deserves that more than Keith, but the rib kicking seemed a tad much, Fairchild...Christ, it's like watching Hitler knife-fight Pol Pot. You think to yourself "I don't care who wins, as long as I get to watch the loser suffer, and these two are both great at hurting other people real badly," and then halfway through you remember "Oh, right, I'm watching another human being wailing in horror and pain" and a chunk of the fun is gone. Not ALL of the fun, of course, but some of it.

The game proper begins in one hour.

>>934078
Maybe he should have constantly fucked up letting Roarke get stronger and stronger while ruining all her plans. If he was anyone else he'd be court marshaled so fast

>>934074
Still, wouldn't hurt to have some black mail that we could threaten to use

>>934100
Don't get me wrong, he deserved every single kick, just maybe not all to the ribs.

>>934109
He should have been kicked in the throat considering just how much he has fucked up, getting it in the ribs is getting off lightly

>>934109
I think the most horrific part of it is Jesus's little viewpoint paragraph. The dude actually does believe in the shit he says, which makes the rest of Beatrix's viscerally enjoying him having the shit beaten out of him even more repugnant.

>>934100
Well either way seems like she is going to be out of the system for 3 months so contact may very well be a no go. We need to gather data from the Biggs Book of Bastardry and build up Psyche as well though. If they are going to do a non squad souls format, it means we may be facing a Paladin sort of situation with them.

>>934100
At the tourney/concert the bitch will be standing next to roarke all night, and he already promised her with no room for misinterpretation that when this turns out to be a trap, he is going to snap her neck.

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>>934093
Glad I caught this thread. I must say the mark of a good antagonist is someone you just can't wait to see more screen time of but won't miss when they're gone. And I must say general fairchild does this to perfection. Bravo sir. Can't wait for more adventure with Amos.

>>934133
I think she's referring either to paladin types, or switching to using Thoroughbred MPs. Reminds me, raiding the testing of those seems like an excellent idea.

>>934130
You're not wrong, hence my hitler/pol pot comparison. Both them bitches be crazy. To be specific in my statement, Fairchild is Hitler, and Jesus is Pol Pot.

>>934133
Thats another thing, we aren't strong enough to split ourselves in two right now. We should space tow Psyche over to Auditorium and work on combining them. Or at least keep them close enough we can protect both without splitting our fleet.

>>934137
Ya but she knows that we're going to kill her if she does anything so she can plan for that. You know a kind of "I knew that you knew I would do that so I did this". And she would probably make it so that it implicated someone else and have them take the fall.

>>934149
>Jesus is Pol Pot
You know...this website leads to me typing shit I never in a million years thought would ever leave my keyboard

>>934153
Don't think thats even possible, especially in the time frame. To tow colonies would likely take years or some big gates.. which would also likely take years. I don't even think there are Colony sized microgates either to make it possible. Mind you, we aren't exactly small. Psyche itself is a super fortress with guns that can outrange a Wels and we have a good number of ships. Remember; The green skulls were considered huge and had about 5 ships. We've got double that, and are working on making psyche fully functional with it's factory. Plus side is the gate jump isn't too far. Just a day or so.

>>934193
Necessity is the mother of invention. And the Green skulls were huge for a pirate band, not a faction.

>>934153
It was pretty clear when he said it that if ANYTHING goes wrong she dies, regardless at least that was the implied threat,

>>934153
>>934137
Excellent points, though remember fairchild's trying to keep from rocking the boat as alot of her projects and assets are in precarious positions right now. Its why she gave up psyche so easily and everything else just to salvage a propaganda victory. Her betraying us in any way publicly defeats all this and could tip things over for her. If she attacks it will be subtle. But I doubt she'd even risk that at the moment, as much of a threat as roarke is in her eyes he's pacified at the moment. Funny thing is with all the trouble we've caused the Jovians (among many other groups) it wouldn't have to be her who sent the assassin (if the Jovians were even the ones who sent him). Between all the shit we've stirred and us poking around the megabass project and forming a legitimate powerblock quite a few of the top brass, fairchild's peers, could easily have put the hit out (again making assumptions here, alot of people want us dead, probably more than even roarke suspects or knows about).

>>934231
I'm pretty sure it was one of the corps who sent the guy

>>934203
Invention also requires more than scrap and a shoestring budget if you want it quick. A thing you must realize though is we will not be Jovian huge even if we became a faction. We may have dozens of colonies, but that will likely make us more like a planet or two of power. Thinking we need to directly oppose the Jovians is a bad idea, and if your worry is splitting up now, realize that we are going to have multiple colonies under our name. That amy mean we get more ships, but we are going to have to spread out anyways to cover our assets.

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After taking some advice from Brazil, I made some modifications to the Sniper configuration to the CROWE, mainly reducing the BV value and reducing it's WA penalty. It's also slightly weaker, but with AP ammo and 7 kills of damage, a full burst will potentially destroy even medium weight limbs and armor.

>>934236
Very possible, and we have set up to be a future producer of mecha and have been bumbling around the megabass project. Actually that is only the most recent memories in a long stint of pissing off (aka stealing or publicly humiliating the latest hardware of) various corporations. Although, again, we have enough people who feasibly want Roarke out of the picture to make narrowing the field hard. The only people who I don't think it would likely be is the Avalonians, and that's only because of the timing of the infiltration. Again It wouldn't super surprise me (the war had been long planned and clearly there was a previous measure of intelligence/infiltration into the solar system. I just don't think we were on the radar for such drastic measures, plus the aversion I'm assuming most (although probably not all) of the Avalonian commanders would have to such tactics.

>>934285
Nah the Avalonians would leave us alone, we're a much bigger thorn in the Jovian's side then we are in theres since we're based in sol and usually target Jovians and other Sol planets

>>934285
*radar yet
oops didn't mean to imply we weren't a big, asskicking, deal currently to the Avalonians, especially on the periphery we claim as our own.

I wonder whether Wong is dead or just eating supper...

>>934300
He said we're picking back up at 9

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>>934296
Yeah, there are a whole bunch of reasons it probably isn't them. Actually who else do you have trouble imagining sent that assassin? It's hard to think of factions with no reason at all to do that. (especially as factions have well... factions within them.)

>>934306
Oh, whoops, I must have missed that, thanks.

>>934322
No big deal

>>934317
Really just Avalon, excluding Bellegor if he knows who we are which he probably does, and Stern's side of the Jovians. Pretty much everyone else is a suspect

>>934327
I dunno, Belegor probably wants to fight us face to face.

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It's roughly two hours after you saw the mandrake. Irina is taking a nap in her quarters, but you've got things to do, so you've cleaned up, charged your power armor, and made yourself look presentable

“Farewell, Blue Knight. I may have failed in my mission, but there is no one I could have been defeated by that I would boast of more than you, Sir Amos Wedge.” Sir Hector Van Damme clasps your forearm in a Roman salute, shaking hands one last time. Many of the maids are sick, or feeling groggy, but they're all alive and unharmed Those who weren't waking up on their own already have been given first-aid stimms to get them back on their feet.

“Thank you, Blue Knight. I know that as long as there are people like you on both sides of this war, someday it will end.” Dame Elizabeth Wayland smiles brilliantly, holding onto Sir Hector's arm.

You blush and rub your head, “Ah, thanks. Thanks. I just tried to do the right thing. Most of these girls were just locals upset by the changes in Innsmouth. Some of them even said they just wanted to see Captain Clearwater or explore a real starship, their plan was pretty bloodless despite what their leader wanted, it would be a shame for them to get a criminal record for this.”

Hector shrugs hugely, “I don't know how well that will work out, most of them will probably leave town and try to blend in elsewhere, but I'll give them the best start I can. Good luck to you, Blue Knight!” He waves as he and his followers depart, the two presumably-stolen Terns the Avalonian had arrived with flanking his own battered mech.

Garret returns from helping with the downed maids, whistling as he scrolls through his PC's contacts list. It seems to have grown significantly longer. Simon looks questioningly from the holographic screen to him, but Garret waves him off and turns off his PC.

[Continued]

>>934353
...Garret, you already HAVE a catgirl, leave some for the other pilots.

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You make your way back onto the ship, planning to wake Irina up and talk for a while. You, personally, are pondering whether or not the mandrake is something Simon should know about now. However, your thoughts are scattered by Captain Clearwater throwing his arm around your shoulders. As always, his uniform shirt is unbuttoned and his hair is disheveled, “Amos! Fantastic work! Just absolutely the best! I can't wait to tell Old Baldy about this! We just received news, his ship finally broke the Avalonian blockade. The Oman fleet is coming to back us up on Qu'lir.”

His PC bwongs at him, and he fumbles it out of his pocket and lifts it to his ear, “What is it? Oh, Sedgewick, can you make some hot cocoa and...what? An incoming transmission, you say? What kind of ship? What do you mean 'don't know but she's one of ours'?! That is abominable grammar for a communications officer! Really, it should be 'I don't know'. Now try saying it again. Splendid! Doesn't that feel better? So, it's not a Wels...wait, what do you mean, it's bigger than a Wels? An Arapaima? What do you mean 'too many weapons and no ansible array and also looks nothing alike', that's also grammatically...” The Captain sighs, a long-suffering expression of dismay on his face, “Well, nevermind. You say it has a transmission for us so patch it through to the bridge. Did they say who it was from? General Who? Oh. Um, yes, tell her I'll be right there. Coping with an, um, emergency situation.”

He looks at you, makes incoherent but panicky hand gestures for you to follow him, and terminates the call, sprinting down the hallway towards the bridge. You follow along behind him. Your armor isn't exactly made for sprinting, but it can pick up a lot of momentum, and you don't reach the bridge too far behind him as he dashes in, vaults the ring of control panels around the Captain's chair, settles into his seat, fixes his hair, and barks out in his best officer's voice, “Onscreen.”

You spot a strange silhouette on the ship's monitors, and the sight unnerves you more than words can say. A strange, dual-pronged shape that almost makes you think of two regular sized ships welded together, to form a titanic battleship bristling with countless guns.

[Continued]

>>934365
Oh boy.

>>934365
...the speed he got back to the bridge with, and him vaulting the panels, makes me think the Captain is far, FAR more competent then his inability to use technology would imply.

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A cold-faced woman with a rather old-fashioned shoulder-length haircut of brilliant pink gazes at you from a command chair that almost resembles a throne, its hard angles and black-and-gold coloration matching her outfit. Everyone on the bridge stands up and salutes her, which she barely acknowledges before she begins speaking, “Cruiser Cicero, this is General Hermione Fairchild of the Iulia Maesa, UJCIDF SOUL. You are several kilometers outside of Innsmouth and have landed in an undesignated airport, do you require assistance?” She looks him over, and frowns, a sharp downward bow of her mouth.

The Captain coughs nervously into his fist, “Well, ma'am. This is Captain Matthias Clearwater. We had a bit of, uh, a hostage situation. Local insurgents backed by Avalonian regulars had taken over the ship, and unfortunately we were in lockdown due to the anti-Starwind procedures and were unable to resist them. Our local SOUL squad put together a pretty clever plan and managed to disable enough of the insurgents to force a parlay. We did lose one of our prisoners, but we kept the Paladin and were able to unmask a double agent on the ship's very bridge crew, ma'am.”

“Roarke Starwind is in this system!?” The General is on her feet immediately, her fingers bared like talons at her side. For the first time in your life, you see raw, unfiltered hate in someone's eyes, so intense it almost pushes you back a step.

“No ma'am! An Avalonian mech masqueraded as the Black Ogre, it seemed to know what would happen when we called it in, ma'am. It was playing his music and everything.” The Captain clarifies.

The General sinks back down into her chair, “I see.” She takes a deep breath, “Where are the insurgents now?”

You're grateful for your power armor's helmet, she can't see you glance over at the Captain. The thought of that battleship's guns unloading on the forest out here with no population centers around to try and preserve is a terrifying one. Yes, you're sure they would avoid your ship, but that's small comfort to anyone else who happens to get in the way.

“Long gone.” It's strange, for once you don't hear any mirth in Clearwater's voice, he's completely calm, “They kept their word, and we kept ours.”

[Continued]

>>934394
Well people aren't perfectly well rounded, an incompetent organizer can still cook a mean chili, etc. BUT, and this is a big thing, you won't even make the jump from 2nd to 1st lieutenant, never mind get to captain, if you don't develop a well honed sense of when to shut up, salute, and be as accommodating as possible to someone you even suspect is a superior of more than two ranks above.

>>934468
Hm. Got a bad feeling about this. Think she'll try and say 'go kill them all'?

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Her mouth twitches downward, but if she doesn't believe him, she shows no signs of it, “A pity. I wish to extend my commendations to your SOUL squad in person. As soon as you have dealt with the dead and wounded, set sail for Celephais. General Oman and I would like to congratulate those who took the Paladin Berenger into custody in person...and have the prisoners transferred to my ship. This incident has highlighted the need for added security.”

“Ah, we don't have any dead.” The Captain notes.

She blinks at him, “None? Well, I suppose your homegrown terrorists are probably incompetent bumpkins in every regard, but surely you haven't incinerated their corpses before making positive identifications of their identities?”

He shakes his head, “None dead on either side, ma'am. Lieutenant Wedge, Ensign Luxol, and Ensign Biggs neutralized all hostiles without resorting to lethal ammunition.”

For a moment, the General just stares at him. Then her hands slowly creep up over her mouth, “Oh...oh my...” She breathes. “This had better not be an exaggeration, Captain.”

“Absolutely not, ma'am. One young woman was rather badly cut and would have bled out if the Lieutenant hadn't administered first aid. She made a poor choice, getting into a monosword duel with a SOUL officer. Some others had rather severe bruises and a few dislocated limbs from attempting to detain Ensign Biggs, but on the whole no harm was done.” The Captain smiles.

You can see the General's eyes shimmering, “Send the security footage to my ship IMMEDIATELY. I need to see this. The people of Jupiter need to see this.”

The Captain blinks, “Oh. Um. How?”

[Continued]

>>934609
Amos is going to get showered with Fruit Salad, isn't he?

>>934589
Probably not. A paladin and a dead/captured traitor are a fair trade, after all, but she's likely to violently berate our beloved captain. She'd probably hold off if she knew it was Amos in the power armor, since she's about to use him for propaganda hardcore and doesn't want him knowing what a venomous bitch she is, but since she doesn't...

>>934609
>>934622
...well, I'm man enough to admit when I'm completely and totally wrong.

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“How what?” The General's good mood seems, alas, to die in its crib.

“How do I send you that? Is it an app on my PC? Let me see if I can find it...” The Captain gets out his PC.

“Is this a joke?” The General demands to know, “You really don't know how to isolate the relevant security camera footage and send it to me?”

The entire bridge crew shakes their heads.

“Where is your comms officer? I have the personnel files here, she's one Martha Blume, correct? In her case, feel free to send her over with the files personally, if need be, on Celephais.” The General's smile is a bit strange.

Captain Clearwater clears his throat nervously, “My apologies, ma'am. Blume was the traitor. Warrant Officer Sedgewick is our new comms officer.”

Sedgewick, a slightly frogmouthed man of indeterminate somewhere-in-his-twenties age with mousy blondeish hair salutes, “I'll figure this out in a moment, ma'am. I used to build ham radios for the outlying settlements out here as a hobby, this kind of thing is just a little more complex.” He smiles, “Ah, there we go. All set. Uh, did you want me to come by personally with this?”

“No. Not in the least. Just send it to me and get to Celephais. The Martian ship can keep Innsmouth safe in your absence. Glory has fallen upon you, gentlemen. See that it does not prove too heavy a burden for your shoulders to bear.” She cuts comms, and the Captain collapses into his chair with a sigh.

[Continued]

>>934609
...and oh, man, it's a shame that Irina's not there to do the thing for the Captain right now.

>>934631
>Got rid of Mara
>Got Kai
Best timeline

>>934626
Agreed. Damn that surprised me.
>>934631
This not so much. Plus side, we replaced the traitor with UC's very own James bond. Things are looking up..

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The ensuing hours it takes to ensure nobody on the crew is hurt that hasn't received attention, getting all systems rebooted and checked for any signs of Avalonian hacking, and moving the Cicero across the continent to the grand capital city of Celephais in the north pass you by completely. You take a nap, relieve some stress with Irina, hop in the sims for a practice session just in case the General wants a demonstration of your swordplay, clean your body, and spend an uncomfortable hour or so sitting on a stool with just a towel around your hips while Irina paints a portrait of you. One thing about having an artist as a girlfriend is that it's remarkably hard to tell her no when she wants to use you as a model.

A glimpse out the viewscreen as you race the sunset to Celephais reveals a sea of green and gold fire. Wheat and corn stretches as far as the eye can see in every direction, unlike Innsmouth Celephais is surrounded by plains and is a vital supply point for the UJCIDF. Somewhere in one of the briefing files that you haven't read, it lays out just how many tons of wheat come out of Celephais daily, but you're more concerned with the vast city itself. A hive of tremendous towers linked by incalculable numbers of bridges, it has a proper spaceport and before long you've landed. You're hoping for a night on the town with your friends, but alas, it isn't to be. Captain Clearwater interrupts your squad and Asphodel's squad planning which bars to hit first to inform you that the prototype battleship Iulia Maesa has landed, and that General Fairchild has personally instructed your squad to report to her before General Oman's arrival. You really have no choice but to do as she says.

So, in full formal uniform, your stark whites standing out compared to Garret and Simon's cyan and white, you board a shuttle Tern and make your way there.

[Continued]

>>934763
Think I got the proper music for this sort of situation. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-fleXlIRbs

>>934631
>Best Timeline
Finaly got to catch up with this thread.

>>934317
About the assasin, it could be anyone, even Mars trying to blame it on Jupiter.
Do you really think that Hakim would think of Roarke as an good person? Our fame for saving Fatima may seem like a threat to him and we don't even know about it!

>>934797
From the sounds of it, Mars likes Roarke and Hakim would especially like him. He avenged his old war buddy and saved his daughter, then fought a Paladin. Sure he's no faithful muslim, but he's likely someone of value and respect.

>>934808
Do not forget that he has a harem.

>>934808
Old war buddy?
And Fatima is not his daughter.
>Sure he's no faithful muslim
This can mean much, depending on how much he really cares about this sorts of things.
>>934818
I don't know if it really matters if he isn't even a muslim... But anyway, KEK.
Also, Do you know who else have a harem? Fairchild, and i don't think that it helps them to get along.

>>934846
Yeah, Fatima's dad and Hakim were in tanks together during the war. Hence saved his old war buddy's daughter. As is from snipets we got, he seems pretty flexible. Hell, the reason why he said bidepal mechs were haram was to protect the budding companies on mars.

>>934808
Hakim aint the only man on Mars with money, anon.

>>934846
>old war buddy

He wasn't saying Fatima was Hakim's daughter, he was saying she's the daughter of the Sheikh, who was his old war buddy.

>>934861
Sorry, i misunderstood your reply, it is probably just my sleepyness as i didn't got much rest.

So, How much time do we have before Hakim kicks the bucket, and how will the civil war last?

>>934882
>How much time do we have before Hakim kicks the bucket?
Until the spores finally catch up to him after many years of medication and remedial treatment or he gets assasinated by Fairchild.
>And how will the civil war last?
Please explain to me why a civilo war is going to happen, but the answer for your question is obviously: Until Roarke gets his ships and mechs on Mars.

>>934882
Depends. Could be a decade or less depending on the situation and his health. Rashad was planning on killing him, but his death likely hurts his faction and the like. If they had plans Rashad's death probably delayed it to the point of non-importance.

>>934763
Wong, I had an idea sometime ago...
Would you give me your permission to QM a quest based in your universe but in a distant system?
I'm not saying that i'm 100% bent on doing it, but i had some ideas for something along this line.

Also, can anyone explain to me how the Martian political system works?

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Irina is on the Tern too, much to your surprise, although she doesn't seem too put-out about it, and as she sits beside you with her head resting against your shoulder you find you're not too put-out about it either.

Garret is, though. “She is absolutely going to take credit for this.” He groans, “I don't know how, I don't know when, but she is absolutely going to try and pretend she personally mentored all three of us and have her name plastered all over our accomplishments.”

Simon frowns, “How do you know, have you met her?”

Garret shrugs, “Not personally, but my brother Trevor has. Believe me, I've heard all about General Hermione Fairchild. This war is a delicate balancing act of sometimes wildly conflicting interests, and General Fairchild has a way of making her interests come first. She's a skilled politician and commander, no doubt, but the word is she's been embarrassed by Roarke Starwind repeatedly in the Solar System. I wonder why she came all the way out here.”

“Well, that's obvious, isn't it?” Irina asks, “The Paladin.” Her tone is just a little bit sharp.

“Maybe she's here to make sure you don't destroy my blueprints for my SOUL mech this time.” Garret replies.

Irina's eyes narrow dangerously, “I will never, ever build a drone shaped like an eagle like some...some Martian. I have my self-respect and you are going to have more guns than you know what to do with on your mech so be content and don't get me in trouble.” She scolds him.

“W-what about, um, mine? It's okay if it's not as flashy, I'll make do.” Simon asks hesitantly.

Irina smiles, “Yours is going to be very special, Simon. Although Amos' is my true magnum opus.” She nudges you.

You're interrupted by the sound of Garret swearing, and as you look out the viewport you join him. You're not passing by Bluegills or Pumpkinseeds. Rank after rank of Pumpkinseed IIs fill the mechbay of the Iulia Maesa, and instead of regular command units you see dozens of mecha as large as the Black Ogre or Sir Hector's mech. They're huge, eighteen meters at minimum, apart from some smaller blue-and-black ones. Garret swears even more when he sees them, “Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.”

Irina is staring too, in stunned silence, “They...they really did it.” She whispers.

Simon frowns, “What is it, guys? I-I don't get it.”

You do, though, suddenly. “Simon, those are SOUL machines. Reproduced SOUL machines.”

[Continued]

>>934909
Cults of Personality, Like the one on Mars, rarely survive the death of their founder unscathed. Just look a Venezuela. Also, the Shia and the Sunni sects of Islam have been at odds sporadically for the last 1000 years because of a dispute over Mohammad's rightful heir.

>>934938
Industrial Oligarchy masquerading as a Theocratic Dictatorship

>>934942
oooo, shiny

>>934942
Oh...oh, shit.
>Meanwhile, aboard the Rhinehawk
"What's wrong, Roarke?"
"I don't know why, but all of a sudden that scene from robocop, with the black guy "A new toooooy!" while looking at a newly procured gun, flashed through my head."
"...the hell is Robocop?"
"...I have failed you all as Captain."

>>934965
>black guy SAYING
What the fuck, fingers?

>>934942
..Fuck. MP Bettas, and medium weight class machines. This is not good.

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>>934942
THEY'RE MASS PRODUCING THE BIG ZAM???

Everyone's fucked.

>>934942
Ooooh, Bass Frames!

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>>934942

Sudden and very important question, didn't I post the weapons for the upgraded Swordfish a few threads back and can anyone repost them?

Apparently whatever ate my files before ate my writeups of Amos' and Caesar's upgrades too.

>>934987
Aye, you did for mention the upgrades for Caesar and we have Amos' tactical missiles in the alst thread.

>>934998

I need the missiles too. I lost all of Amos' weapon systems but those were by far the most complicated.

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>>934942
...And here were we thinking that mass producing 140CP mech would turn the tables and give us an edge against them.
By the memes, how naive were we...

>>935011
[Arm Mounted] Amos Tactical Missile Array: Range 550m, WA +3, 10K (7K of structure), Fuse (Missiles can be set on a timer or detonated remotely), 10 Missiles, 29.5 CP, 7 Spaces, 3.5 tons
I'll dig further for the rest.

>>934965
>>934974
>>934976
>>934978
>>934986
Guys guys, don't panic! We too can acquire similar (exactly the same) machines through our own procurement processes (steal them!). I suppose we could be boring and build our own mainline and officer/specialist/breakthrough mecha, but that's the more long term (boring as shit) solution. Ahahaha. I wonder whats going on in avalonian mecha and doctrine development right now though? That's the big question. The response and whatnot.

>>935032
Yeah, that was kind of what I was implying. That my own reaction was "oh shit", but Roarke's would be "a new toy!"

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>>934976
Man, now that I've posted that I want to make a MP Big Zam but I don't have the time to learn the system and rules.

>>935024
And here's what I got from your talks about upgrades.

I have two general setups for the updated Swordfish. In one, the Swordfish Lance becomes one-handed and your other arm gets a new Active Beam Shield composed of beam fins.
There was also mention of more armor and a better throwing weapon, but thats it so far. Can't find exact numbers.

>>934942
>dozens

Whoops, that should be "at least a dozen". That's a scary typo.

>>935024

Goddamnit, those were the complicated ones.

>>935061
Complicated, but pretty nice. Can be used for trap set up, breaching, or forcing someone to surrender when 10 missiles are stuck to their mech.

Came continues in an hour so Wong can eat and try to remake this mech.

>>935021
Eh its a rule of human innovation, if you've thought of a good idea chances are someone else has. And with the incentive (active war) and resources the Jovians possess its no surprise they got it out before us. Although I'm sure if there was no war the whole development process would be mired in enough politics of every variety to give us a reasonable chance of pushing something through first given our small logistic and institutional overhead (even account for very modest production capabilities), meaning we can implement things at the speed of "Roarke said so". Mind you the soul machines were never the intended top tier, just elite, so it goes to reason they were at some point meant to be mass produced (and they were getting ok data on the initial soul A and B, discounting they were mostly bushwhacking low tier pirates).

>>935074
Well, if they are all Kaiser sized, it means they are likely Medium weight. No mention of bigger machines so no MP-Tarrasque. We could still do it, but they'd be balls expensive.

>>935049
Making a base frame is actually pretty simple. The complicated part begins when you get into the ATM.

And THAT, my friend, is where the true abyss lies.

>>935085
Well, I guess I can make the simple parts if it doesn't take too long. Does anyone have a link to the rulebook?

>>935110
no worries. Let me disassemble a soul machine I made. So! With a medium frame with medium armor, you got 92 Cp and 43 tons. The standard add ons should be another 10 CP and 3 tons. Put 7 thrusters in each leg for 14, 5 in each arm for 10, and you have 24 cp of thrust. All in all, 126 CP for a very basic frame.

>>935165
The Pumpkinseed II is 120, these things are probably hovering somewhere between 170-190

>>935184
yeah, but this is a frame with no bells, whistles or weapons. Once you add the standard soul gear the cost flies up. Even more if you want to keep it MV -4.

>>935165
Wait, isn't the Kaiser a Medium and ~18 meters tall? The MP Big Zam is 28.

Amos' stuff is saved, now I'll just have to remember what exactly I did for Caesar.

>>935196
Yup, the base Kaiser was a thoroughbred, the rival to the Bass frame. There was talk about them recommissioning them and considering SOUL machines are super customs of both, there may even be mp Kaisers.

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“MP Bettas. I can only imagine how much they're costing the taxpayer, but I'm happy they're there.” Irina sighs fondly, “Look at their little antennae. I want to see them in action, I imagine they'll be more well-rounded than the prototype, I've seen her data and the build she went with. Ah, they have Swordtails, too!” She frowns, “And some HIDEOUS Bucephalus remake of the Swordtail with none of its efficiency or class, probably with some edgy name designed to oversell its lethality because Bucephalus technicians never age mentally past fourteen. The Swordtail was built to be the 'standard' SOUL mech, I just never thought they'd reproduce the others, too.” She glances around, “It looks like most of these are modeled off the general-use SOUL mecha, not the specialist variants. That makes sense. I bet the Swordtails have a Fugu loadout with beam cannons instead of missiles or beam hawks, and those Bucephalus ones can be reconfigured into sniping models. They've all kind of got the same look, which I don't like, one of my favorite things about the SOUL mecha is how unique they were.”

“I think we have bigger things to worry about. We're landing, everybody act cool, don't embarrass Captain Clearwater, and remember that we're all on the same team.” You announce, feeling the Tern bank towards a rack and land, letting you out. A young man with tousled brown hair and some bandages on his face is waiting for you at the bottom of the steps.

He salutes crisply, “Good evening, sir. I'm Ensign Keith Young, at your service.” You return the salute, and as you put your hands down he smiles, “I believe I'm the General's conduit between her office and you. Despite your higher rank, you can treat anything I say as coming from her.”

“Yuh-huh.” You grunt, unable to account for why you're doubting it so much.

[Continued...also, despite that one Anon who wanted the Betta to be some oddly-shaped winged mech from xenogears, sorry, it's a gespenst! ]

>>935283
On the one hand, Gespent kicks can be a thing now. On the other, Jesus better not be a dick just because he's Fairchild's lapdog.

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“I'm the man who almost shot down Roarke Starwind.” He says, boasting.

You blink at him, “Really? What was that like?”

“And this is the man who shot down a Paladin.” Garret jerks his thumb at you, “Take us to your boss, Scooter, I'll believe you're in charge when I hear it from someone whose uniform isn't the same color as mine.”

“Scooter?” For a moment, you think there might be trouble, the newcomer is clearly fighting back some simmering anger, but he fights it back successfully, “I prefer Ensign Young. My friends call me Jesus.”

“Really? I thought your name was Gretchen Colburn, since you almost shot down Roarke Starwind and all.” Garret comments sarcastically.

The newcomer grits his teeth, “I would have got him if both of my squad members were with me.”

“Close doesn't count.” Simon remarks, and Garret nods in agreement.

“You'd better take us to the General, these guys are still coming down off an adrenaline high from combat.” You lie to him, “It's good to know that even the Black Ogre can bleed.”

Ensign Young shrugs, “He's nothing special, it's all intimidation and tricks, his mech wouldn't even stand out very much in SOUL.”

>[Be Kind]
>[Be Unkind]

>>935325
>[Be Unkind]

Do not encourage his shit. DO NOT.

>>935325
>Be neutral
Amos wouldn't give a shit about Jesus, when he slips up though go full drill instructor on him

Alright, I found a download for the corebook and what I'm assuming is an add-on called Mekton Zeta Plus. I'm just guessing at the heights of each weight class here, since I can't find any information about height, so feel free to correct me.

MP Big Zam

Frame
Light Heavy Torso 14 C/S/K, 7 Tons
Light Heavy Left Leg 8 C/S/K, 3.5 Tons
Light Heavy Right Leg 8 C/S/K, 3.5 Tons
Light Heavy Pod 7 C, 14 S, 0 K/Tons

Total Frame cost 37
Total weight 14 Tons

Seems really light for such a massive mech, I recall a Medium Striker someone made in a thread a while back weighing 15 Tons, though it did have a lot more Servos.

Armor
Medium Heavy Armor, Torso and Pod, 16 C, 8 Tons
Light Heavy Armor, Right and Left Leg, 14 C, 7 Tons

Total Frame Weight: 29 Tons
Total Frame Cost: 67 CP

I feel like I'm messing something up, it seems like it should weigh way more than this. And is there a place where they tell you the cost of sensors and cockpits? I remember people listing their cost in previous threads but can't find it in the pdf.

>>935325
>Try to be kind and get fed up with his "I'm literally Jesus" act

>>935325
>Be Very Unkind.

Let's go Garrett, we don't want to rue the day we crossed the man who almost [Heavy Emphasis on the almost] dinged the Black Ogrr.

>>935325
>Be neutral

>>935330
I can agree with that. First flaw I see is he is underestimating an ace combatant. Even a Ace using a knight can be lethal and do a lot of damage on the front lines. Hell, thats the sort of thing that could get your mech's arm or head blown off.

>>935325
>[Be Kind]
no point in antagonizing the Help

>>935310
Eh, his funeral. He's on thin ice, although Amos at this exact moment may not know this. To Fairchild he's the golden PR cow, and she would murder Keith before screwing that up. Her eyes lighting up when the bloodless liberation of our vessel shows just how high her hopes are for Amos being recruitment drive material. Besides Amos is used to the bullshit grind that is any Armed forces; as long as Keith only spouts rosy idealism and doesn't cross anyone or get his itchy trigger finger it likely won't be something Amos gets hung up about. I would pay to see Simon snap at Keith's prodding and then subsequently snap Keith ahahaha.

>>935325
>[Be Very Unkind]
"Not just being unable to recognize failure, but you don't even respect a skilled pilot? why are you even here?"

>>935325
>>[Be Kind]

>>935345
Rather "How did you even get out of the academy,

>>935325
Opps forgot
>Be neutral

>>935338
To add on that, ask how he did it. When he mentions how far he shot, poke at that. Long distance makes it hard to target through cover. What if he used cover to defend himself to close in? You'd be far away from support or worse, he could target your allies while you are unable to get a bead on him. That could be fatal man!

Hey, guys, if you're voting, respond to the post with your vote, don't just reply to someone else going "Yeah this I agree do that" because I'll miss it.

Also, as always you guys managed to get a tie by inserting a neutral option. Somehow.

Rolled 10 + 14 (1d10 + 14)

>>935368
Just doing my job, ah that remind me when Amos does snap rolling for Intimidate

>>935325
Be Neutral
>>935366
>>935368
Sorry about that. Still, I don't see Wedge being kind or unkind to start, at least ntil Keith shows disrespect and makes a mistake.

>>935371
So, in 5 seconds or so when he insults the Pumpinseed II?

>>935370
its like this is all a game to you, thunder. do you really enjoy playing with imaginary peoples emotions that much?

>>935370
Fucking hell Thunder
Get wrecked Keith
>>935325
> Be Unkind

>>935372
Most likely. I can see Amos pulling off a Navy Seals thing with that nat 10 intimidate. Bloody hell thunderbird.

>>935373
Well, Thunder is an avatar of a furry god.

>>935380
>Furry
Boy I hope that was a misspelling

>>935370

14 is nowhere near Amos' actual modifier, but oh well, ACCEPTED.

>>935325
Be savage.

>>935383
Even a 20 would be enough to scare the shit out of many people and Jesus has a Cool of like.. 3 which might make him piss himself.

>>935382
Zeus fucks women as a beast. Multiple times. That's a furry if i ever saw one. :^)

>>935396
Nah the women are furries, he's just a guy who likes to fuck human women

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“Really? That's interesting.” You can't decide whether to be kind or unkind to this newcomer, but the truth is, you really don't care. A lot of people have 'almost shot down' famous pirates. To tell the truth, you're sure Simon could tear this guy apart, he's everything Asphodel dislikes about SOUL. “I'm sure you'll get him next time.”

You see him trying to figure out whether what you just said was intended to be sarcastic or encouraging. It's neither, just a verbal space-filler, a completely empty platitude. Still, he does something stupid, and keeps talking, “You must be happy to be out of those little deathtraps, I can relate. My real mech is, er, damaged and I volunteered to pilot a Warmouth in the meantime, to avoid having to requisition anyone else's machine. I mean, of course a real SOUL officer can succeed with anything, but it reminded me how much I hate the line mecha. No need for accuracy because the grunts can't shoot straight to begin with, am I right or am I right?

“Maybe you could do just as well with a Shetland, it wouldn't stop you talking.” You remark, again with complete neutrality, “I'm not saying you're wrong. Maybe the pilot does matter more than the machine. After all, I've been winning with my Pumpkinseed II, and from the sounds of things you've been doing an awful lot of losing.” You look down at him, and make eye contact at exactly the moment you see that primeval fight-or-flight reflex hit his animal hindbrain, leaning forward over him and asserting your greater height, “Who are you, again?” You ask, “I thought A and B were all aces.” You're just being honest.

[Continued]

>>935371
Keith has already shown disrespect though.

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>>935409
Oooooohhhh this is gonna be good!

>>935409
God damn, get shit on, Keith.

You just know one day he is going to do something spectacular and have the shit eatingest grin in history.

>>935409
Nothing burns more than the truth.

>>935423
No he won't. He'll keep picking fights until he winds up someone with no sense of mercy. And we all know that will end well.

>>935434
Well yeah, he'll be dead. Hopefully.

>>935423
Keith is going to end up as a well meaning extremist

>>935423
Sadly that award belongs to miles, who managed to shut off the thrusters of a paladin in a master harpy. There's probably clips of her harpy dancing to techno already.

>>935441
I almost hope he runs into Belegor

>>935441
but he's already works for Black Ops

>>935450
He won't. He'll probably get in a fight with Lori when she's fighting someone else and gloat over taking her down. He'll probably end stealing nanomachines to make him strong enough to stop war forever.

>>935452
He isn't trust with any black ops missions, he's just the poster boy

>>935455
Or Lysa will have a psychotic break and dose him with nanomachines for the same objective.

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"Ensign Keith Young, I've never lost a single simulation battle." The only thing keeping him from snarling is fear.

"That's nice, does Avalon challenge you to simulated battles often?" You ask, your hands tightening up into fists, "Being SOUL doesn't make you a damned superhero, it just means you have the potential to be a good pilot, and you...you're wasting yours. I don't care who you've fought, I'm not here for any one particular enemy, I just want to win this war and go home. That's why I keep winning, because I don't stop even after the job is done. For Jove's sake, how can you call yourself a soldier? Where's General Fairchild? She ought to know the situation the Cicero is in, personnel-wise. We need more pilots and more mecha. After all, we've actually been fighting this war." You point at him, "Disrespect the brave troops who died so I could make that lucky shot and bring the Paladin down again, and I'll feed you your own boots. Yeah, I said it was a lucky shot. It was. I admit it, I don't think I could have handled that Paladin one-on-one, and I didn't try because this isn't about my personal Jove-damned glory. It's about winning this war and killing the last Green Man so humanity will finally be safe. All of humanity, even the Avalonians. I'm not proud of the ones I killed, I don't boast about it, I just did what I had to be done, and the fact that you don't understand that proves you have no idea why you're even here."

"Well said, Lieutenant." The voice you hear is calm, polite, and chipper. A girl wearing a pilot suit descends a liftwire from one of the Bettas, "But you'll have to forgive Keith. We're all sort of new here. You're, um, kind of the most decorated SOUL pilot on the ship, I think. It's a real honor to meet you, sir." She takes off her helmet and salutes, revealing a pleasantly cute face with an infectious smile and wavy pink hair, "Ensign Lana Fleur. Keith is my sister's boyfriend, so I've got to stick up for him a little, sir."

>[NO, KEITH MUST BE BULLIED!]
>[Stop bullying Keith, talk with Lana seriously]

>[Stop bullying Keith, talk with Lana seriously]

Time to talk to actual people.

>>935480
>[Stop bullying Keith, talk with Lana seriously]
Be professional and let Keith stew in his impotency!

>>935480
>>[Stop bullying Keith, talk with Lana seriously]

>>935480
>>[Stop bullying Keith, talk with Lana seriously]
God damn it more Fairchilds

>>935480
>[Stop bullying Keith, talk with Lana seriously]
>"He's complete shit though. You should do something about that."

>>935480
>[Stop bullying Keith, talk with Lana seriously]

>>935490
Got a feeling these are all Neverland children. Pink hair girls the right age for the experiment. Could be a possibility, especially if they are all skilled.

>>935480
>>[Stop bullying Keith, talk with Lana seriously]

>>935490
I wonder what brain problems this one has

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“It's alright, water under the bridge.” You don't spare Young any more thought than necessary, “Ensign Fleur, it's nice to meet you. Those are the stealth mecha I've heard so much about, right?” You shake her hand, since you're talking pilot-to-pilot, and turn a cold shoulder to Keith.

“There's more than one Ensign Fleur here, sir.” Another one pulls herself into view over the lip of her Betta's cockpit hatch, a toolkit in hand and her slightly darker pink hair pulled back into a pair of fat, loose braids. She whistles, “Is that your tech? You're a lucky man, sir. Ensign Lyanna Fleur.” She salutes, “We're the designated Betta squad, we still haven't determined which of us is the commanding officer yet, but so far we haven't needed one. We're thinking of calling ourselves the Blue Rose Squad, just because we're the Fleur sisters and our Bettas are blue.”

Lara wrinkles her nose, “It's a terrible name and I'm repainting mine. It sounds like you got it out of a romance novel. I told you, Three Black Stars is simple and elegant, it has mythological significance and makes us sound terrifying.”

[Continued]

>>935511
>Fairchild's three nieces get to be this universe's Black Tri-stars
I don't know how to feel about this

>>935511
OH GOD THEY'RE MULTIPLYING

>>935518
If they are at least less shitty than the other ones of their family, I'm okay with it.

>>935511
Tri stars. Guessing that means there is one more here then. Looks like that theory may be true yet.

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>>935530
Calling it as Jung Freud right now

>>935535
Hair isn't pink enough My bet is either the pink haired chick from Eureka seven or that crazy gamer one from King Gainer.

This was actually pretty fun, so I decided to try and make a more full version of the MP Big Zam for even more fun. There's a lot of stuff it'll be missing though since it's 2 am and I don't want to read the entire rulebook. Mostly thrusters and power plants and such. I guess I'll save this in notepad and see if I still want to figure it all out tomorrow.

Also I can't find the formula for determining weapon weight and spaces anywhere. Can anyone tell me what page that's on?

MP Big Zam

Frame
Light Heavy Torso 14 C/S/K, 7 W
Light Heavy Left Leg 8 C/S/K, 3.5 W
Light Heavy Right Leg 8 C/S/K, 3.5 W
Light Heavy Pod 7 C, 14 S, 0 K/W

Frame cost 37
Frame Weight 14 Tons

Armor
Medium Heavy Armor, Torso, Pod, Right Leg, Left Leg 32 C, 8 Stopping Power, 16 Tons
I figured the MP Big Zam would have pretty heavy armor. I'm also pretty sure the MP version didn't have a shield like the regular old Big Zam, but correct me if I'm wrong.

Cockpit 1S, 0W
Sensors, Torso, 4 C, 2 K, 1 W/S
Backup Sensors, Torso, 2 C/S/K, 1 W

Total Frame Weight: 32 Tons
Total Frame Cost: 75 CP
Either I'm doing this wrong, which I think is the case since the rules say 100-300 CP would be a high-end mass produced mech (or was that reffering to when you had everything on the mech instead of just frame and armor?) or I discovered the secret of mass producing something is to give it less servos.

Mega Particle Cannon WA 0, 12 K, 600 meter range, Mega Beam, 225 CP (18 x 1.25 x 10)
Mega Beam seems bad. A 20 K beam with 300% range and +3 accuracy costs 120 CP. IMO an almost sure kill with one shot if you hit would be better. I'm basing this off of the fact that if this gun hit the MP in the torso it would still do 12 of 14 kills and the MP Big Zam is bigger and has more armor than almost all the mechs used in Wong's setting. It would be doing serious damage no matter what it hit since the maximum stopping power is 11 and the maximum kills is 22, meaning that if what I know about the system is right, this gun firing on a target with Mega Heavy torso armor would be able to 3 shot a Mega/Super Heavy torso, 2 shot everything from Armored Heavy to Medium Striker, and one shot everything else at 1.8 kilometers and if WA bonuses apply outside of maximum range, only have a -1 modifier beyond that.

4x Missles 10K, 825 meter range, 5 CP (4 x 1 x 1.25)
MP Big Zam is supposed to have 4 missles for little things like tanks, but I don't know how useful they'd be in Mekton. The cost also seems really weird.

With my limited knowledge of the Mekton system, the MP Big Zam actually seems kinda good. Even better if you don't use a Mega Beam weapon and somebody who knows the system makes the missles for it.

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“Both are fitting for a trio of heroines.” Lyanna argues, her voice becoming cold and a touch formal.

“Mine moreso. Besides, our sister left me in charge, it is only right that I name our party.” Lara's matches hers.

“Mmm. Debatable.” Lyanna's eyes narrow.

Garret winces, “I never knew how easy I had it with my siblings.”

“Some are worse than others.” Irina grumbles. “They all remind me uncomfortably of mine. It's the hair.”

You give them both a glance, and shake your head, which is how you miss the third one approaching. Her skin is a little more pale than the others, with a smattering of freckles across her nose, and her eyes are an eerie pale green. She has a nearly silent tread, she's close before you realize it. She looks up at you with almost puppylike happiness, and says quietly, “Wow, you're cuter than I expected.” She giggles, and goes up on tiptoe, grabbing the front of your shirt and leaning in with her lips parted before you can stop her...

In spite of that you're not at all surprised when Irina belts her hard enough to send her sprawling. The blonde winces, rubbing her fist, “Ow, chins are surprisingly hard.”

The girl bounces to her feet with the grace of a monkey, her teeth bared...and promptly gets strongarmed back by Lara, “You deserved it, idiot.”

Lyanna shakes her head despairingly, “A mother bear will always protect her cub. Honestly, did you just sleep through the briefing? He's taken, don't make one of our better mechanics hate you.”

Irina looks flattered. Lyanna winks at her.

“Sorry, sir. Lyra's a bit impetuous.” Lara smiles, “So, if you're not assigning us all to Shetland Bay Maintenance Duty over this or having us court-martialed, um, which name did you like better, sir?”

>[Blue Rose Squad]
>[Three Black Stars]
>[NEITHER!]

>>935544
>[NEITHER!]
Black Tri-Flowers. Seems pretty good.

>>935544
>Black Tri-stars
Can't beat the classic

>>935544
>>[Three Black Stars]

>>935544
>>[Three Black Stars]
fuck it, I just want to see someone step on their face when they fail a jet stream attack.

>>935544
>Nena Trinity

Oh dear god

>>935555
better keep Moe away from her if they meet. also quads

>>935555
the scary thing is we likely just got all 4 as our reinforcements to deal with the paladin.

>>935544
This is how you get Hep C or some shit dude. Bitch take him out to dinner first.

>>935566
>>935567
I'm more worried about her bombing cat people when she gets bored

>>935577
Plus side, with how Roarke uses Ali pics, we have high chances of killing her!

>>935544
>[Three Black Stars]

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>>935544
>[Black Tri-Flowers[
Also, now that Wong have used hilda for the the Neverland Squad, i need to find another apropriate daughter material to Roarke...
At least he didn't used Kawai.

>>935543
There was a anon that made a MP version of the tarrasque for the Tourney, its one of the secondary mechs i didn't add to the list yet.
http://pastebin.com/MKKdKk88

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"Three Black Stars. It's a bit more distinctive." You say after a moment's contemplation. Helping them out seems like a nice way to show there are no hard feelings.

Lara smiles warmly, "I think we're going to all get along great, Lieutenant. Honestly, I was worried you'd be a little scary. I mean, our aunt thinks better of you than she does even of the established aces who joined up, and previous Lieutenants have been people like Butcher Farragut. Um, can I get a picture with you, actually?" She holds up her PC hopefully.

>[Yes]
>[No]

>>935595
>>[Yes]
Sure, why not. Get Irina, Simon, and Garret in on this. Group photo time!

>>935595
>Yes
Established aces huh? Probably those aces Karen told us about after snooping online.

>>935594
>2 less Kills, 200 meters more range, less than 1/10th the cost
Either Mega Beam really is shit, or I miscalculated the cost of the gun.

>>935585
I hope so. My ass-jitsu idea was gold.

>>935595
>>[Yes]
I really wanna say no
but there is not reason for Amos to say no
so Yes

>>935594
Thats not possible, who would even know the specs of the machine and then be able to enter it. Almost all the people who worked on it were killed and Duncan is the last person who we know has it

>>935605
Megabeam cannons are incredibly expensive and a thing you must realize is that when you make big expensive guns, they get even more expensive with space efficiency.

>>935585
>>935607
I think I'm going crazy.
I hope he doesn't use Kawai.

>>935595
>[GROUP PHOTO TIME!]
One day people will look back to this and be nostalgic because of "the good times".

>>935595
Group photo!

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>>935607
>>935612
Is this what they call a Tsundere (male)?
>"Oh YES! It would be so coo-- I mean, no, no, n-no, its not like i like ass-jutsu or anything... Baka"

But you gotta admit that Kawai would be perfect daughter for Clemmy in terms of appeareance and personality, as she can keep up all that bloodlust and competitiveness even without having a major trauma.
Not that being Clemmy's daughter would let her be perfectly normal...

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>>935631
FUCK I AM GOING CRAZY.

I hope he doesn't use Kawai before Roarke has kids.

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>>935610
>Who would even know the specs of the machine and then be able to enter it?
Duncan, or maybe some appointed test pilot that he payed to promote a MP design of his mech when he heard that Roarke was using the Tourney to decide upon new designs to mass produce.
Or Athena stole a mech he mounted just for fun of seeing if he could do it and registered herself to the Toruney has "Banana:The Masked Rider"

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"Sure, get everyone in on it." You agree.

"Yay!" Lara sets a timer on her PC and lodges it between a bench and one of the racks, skipping back over to join you. The other Black Stars join in, and after a moment Keith joins in too. Everyone smiles. Despite everything, it's a happy moment, preserved perfectly in time.

"Call on us any time you need us, LT. We won't let you down." Lara smiles, checking her chronometer after taking the picture, "Ah, suppertime approaches." The three of them leave, presumably in search of food or a good seat or something. You're not really worried, your sleep and digestive schedule have been thrown off enough lately.

"Ensign Young, are you hungry?" You ask, out of politeness.

"No sir." He replies, seemingly having learned his lesson, "General Fairchild should be in her office, it's this way." He leads you to a lift. The Iulia Maesa is too big for your tastes, both the ships you served on were cruisers. The Brutus was a fat old Channel and the Cicero is a lithe little Pangasius. It's easier to get around on one of them, and you don't have to rely so much on holomaps. You're completely lost within the first few turns, but Ensign Young guides you swiftly to the officers' quarters. These, too, look a lot nicer than you're used to seeing.

[Continued]

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>>935636
>tfw Kamille and Kawai band together to fight with Dio for the Iron(Kestrel's) Throne

>>935661
"She's beating everyone up with her ass! Kamille keeps shrieking about how he's a guy! Dio's just yelling "Useless" over and over again and isn't moving! What the hell is going on?"

>>935664
Fucking Space Madness.

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>>935664
>"It's already Monday? Oh my, how time flies fast!"
Says Akai's Daughter, the royal advisor on mystic matters.

Speaking of space madness and jojos i might as well throw this in here since I have to be away studying for tests.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwv_2OKxZr8

>>935678
I wonder if anyone's layered this with Ornstein and Smough's theme too.

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You almost don't recognize the General at first. She's traded out the warrior-queen formal attire for a surprisingly baggy and comfortable black uniform with her rank insignia on the collar. She meets you outside of her office, and takes you to a small but comfortable space-compatible hydroponic flower garden. You're beginning to realize just how large the officers' quarters are on this massive vessel, and that the part of it allotted to Fairchild is immense. Tea is served by a beautiful but silent dark-haired aide, you don't know enough about tea to be sure what kind it is, but it tastes alright.

The General smiles warmly, "Amos Wedge. I must say, you have exceeded expectations time and time again. What you have accomplished is truly remarkable. You, Lieutenant, are a man I am proud to call one of my most important assets and the pride of the SOUL program." She takes a sip of her tea, "SOUL is being reorganized. The strategy of small, independent squads led to issues of insufficient oversight, and at last I was able to secure support for a move towards a more centralized form of SOUL. Henceforth, it should be thought of as a military unit, which is why we've been working on more cost-effective variants of the existing SOUL machines."

You see Irina look nervous at the words 'cost-effective', but then, you can't blame her.

"Miss Irina Gaunt." The General smiles warmly, "A rose among thorns. You are looking lovely, dear girl." She folds her hands on the table, and leans in confidentially, "I've read your personnel file, and believe me, I know someone whose career is being held back because of someone else's grudge when I see one. I have every intention of letting you shine in SOUL, and to produce wonders. Speaking of which, do you have any drafts for the two mecha that aren't already designed?"

Irina smiles a bit awkwardly, gets out her PC, and sends the General a file.

"Mmm. Approved. I see what you're trying to do, perhaps...this research would help you?" The General sends Irina a file.

Irina scans through it, then nods, "I...yes, that would help, but this is...?" She looks up, questioningly.

The General smiles, "Call it a gift. If anyone ever asks, I shared this information with you for the good of all Jupiter. We must all do what we can in these trying times, after all. Now, I'd like you to increase your estimated budget by twenty percent. Amos' mech is going to need to be strong, at some point he inevitably will face another Paladin. Speaking of which, Lieutenant, I trust that Keith here explained that he is to be a conduit between us?"

You hide your horror at the idea that he wasn't bluffing well, "Yes ma'am."

"Very good, polite and to the point. Just as your file says, you're loyal, patriotic, and you take orders without flinching. Keith is to work under you for the duration of his time on Qu'lir. As it stands, he has a lot of work to do, but I want you to try and turn him into a proper soldier."

[Continued]

>>935691
>I want you to try and turn him into a proper soldier."
[BULLYING INTENSIFIES]
As does the asskicking

>>935691
>turn keith into a proper soldier
This may be our hardest mission yet.

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>>935691
>I want you to try and turn him into a proper soldier
Bluegill Joe himself wouldn't be able to do that if he had 100 years.

So Soul has become Titans now

>>935699
Now we just need a goggles wearing baldy and a Jerid.

>>935691
>As it stands, he has a lot of work to do, but I want you to try and turn him into a proper soldier.
Being Amos is suffering, first a suicide mission against a Paladin, now this? When we agreed on Nightmare mode difficulty?

>>935704
Baldy is the other general, and Keith is our Jerid...
*sigh* I don't think we'll win enough to even get to fight Kamille...

>>935715
Keith isn't Jerid. He's more like Katz.

Game resumes at the usual time tomorrow.

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Okay, about the Tourney:
>Is Cali here? You didn't showed us your mech, bro.
>Chimaerabro, do you still want me to screencap the Tourney format to you? I had forgotten about this, but now i'm free to do it.
>Avalonanon, Templar-last form, when?
>Paladin-sama, if you get to read this when this thread is still up, areyou really keeping out of the Tourney man? It would be an honor to have a verniers-faithful to fight at our side.

Also, just for curiosity...
If you guys had to make a side-quest protagonist that is a pirate pilot from one of the Iron Kestrel's Crews, which crew would you choose, and why?

>>935749
I may have figured out the format. Take a look and tell me if it's correct.
http://pastebin.com/Zd7UPxMp

Just not sure if I'll be here when the tourney happens with how crazy my work schedule is lately.

>>935687
You can add space jam to anything
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OZU3fi08-o

>>935760
I have to check your numbers, but the format is 10/10.
I don't know exactly what Wong thinks to do in this sort of ausence case... But eitherhe is going to play as your pilot or the other players would, no? In any case, you still gets to watch your pilot kicking ass ^^

But i'm sorry for your schedule anon, may luck and destiny be merciful with you and let you be able to spend your time with us for many times as still possible.

>>935766
>You can add space jam to anything
I can already imagine all the video edits on GYchan...
Maybe we should play this on some fight for extra laughs, KEK.

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>>935691
>Keith is to work under you for the duration of his time on Qu'lir. As it stands, he has a lot of work to do, but I want you to try and turn him into a proper soldier."

The only way that little shit is going to become a proper soldier is massive amounts of head trauma, a few lost limbs, a hell of a lot of brain surgery, and possibly some mad science with a side of cybernetic implants designed to violently shock him whenever he does or says something stupid.

But since Amos is old school I suppose we'll just settle for massive amounts of violent beatings.

Either we'll force the stupid out of him or put him in a coma. Whatever comes first really.

>>935749
school has been taking up all my time. but soon. yes...soon

How expensive are the MP SOUL machines?

>>935809
class was just canceled. well, I should have the time to do it today

>>935820
but first i have to go shovel my driveway

>>935805
Don't you understand? We are going for full circle like in the SRW universe, we made Simon stop whining and man up, and now he is going to go hard and beat some sense into Keith like his counterpart...
The question is how much Amos is going to intervene on this, or if he will end up just watching how everything develops...

Also,how is this going to work exactly? I know that the UJCIDF normally uses two squas of three with coordenated by the higher ranking officer, but now we have 7 people on this ship as it seems... So is Amos going to be that Ace who goes solo on threats while leading the squads?

>>935825
No problem, i can wait, no class today too.

>>935812
You are not the only one wanting to know this oba-san, but we will know soon enough when Roarke gets to steal so sweeeeeeeeeet MP Souls mechs...

>>935847

Yo Brazil, if you're still maintaining the Space Jam pastebin, here's the most recent Libra.

>>934272

>>935812
Depends on what they do. Removing stealth for just the active cloak, no beta armor, simplifying or removing the built in melee weapons could cut the costs significantly as well. Though, that might not even be a thing since with a proper assembly line, mecha construction speeds up to 50 cp a day. By the looks of it, we got MP Slayers as well if they are 'ugly swordtails'.

>>935847
Simon reaming Keith over his actions against the people while acting high and mighty will be a magical moment.

>>935766
Nah, I know they layered Ornstein and Smough's theme with Space Jam. I was wondering if someone layered all the layers together, so it'd be Space Jam/Kenshiro's Theme/Stardust Crusaders/Ornstein and Smough

>>936312
That would be a bit of a mess.

>>936316
Perfectly suited for the internet then.

>>935691
>As it stands, he has a lot of work to do, but I want you to try and turn him into a proper soldier."
Lets try the tried and true method for turning little shits into proper officers. Anybody have a career NCO to spare?

Hooboy, if I vanish midway through today's thread, blame the SJW report brigade on /tg/. I may have accidentally dropped a few redpills too many.

>>936523
Which thread? The filename one? The Teddy Roosevelt one?

>>936523
what happened?

>>936523
Is it just me or is /tg/ a lot slower these days?

>>936523
Gotta be careful about that man. SJWs are everywhere now.

>>936312
Somebody just please do it already.
>>936523
Is /tg/ under attack?
>>936607
>tfw you live on a dystopian futuristic world and everyone just thinks that this is "normal"
Can we even hope the edpill the normies enough? Sometimes i think that everything is lost and we are only watching the world burns...

The fact that /tg/ has been taken over entirely by butthurt commies amazes me.

>>936631
people are talking politics on /tg/, causing a shitstorm. Business as usual.

>>936631
I see a few /tg/ threads with political shitposting. Just business as usual really. Honestly, civil discussion of politics is as rare and mythical as a unicorn.

>>936655
mostly because civil discourse of politics requires a level of engagement higher than screaming at a box of words that hurt your feelings.

Testing, am I banned or not?

>>936683
Apparently not

>>936683
You live to redpill another day.

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>>936639
Ain't like the right has any better conduct. The left screams, the right screams, I close the tab and go to another thread.

>>936683
You are still with us Wong, god bless you.

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>>936730
>Ancap pain.

I just realized the irony in the political leanings of this group sometimes and the fact that two of Roarke's more popular waifus are a trap and a religious Muslim woman.


>>936730

I just believe in setting my political compass towards freedom and sailing in that direction. Sometimes that involves a stroke on the right, sometimes it involves a stroke on the left. Right now, the current I see pushing against freedom goes left, but that has changed before and probably will change again in my lifetime. Generally speaking, the vast majority of people on both sides are what we would consider as "good", with hearts full of love and good intentions for those around them. Both sides have brilliant people and dull people, passionate people and idle people, but where they differ, ultimately, is in their priorities. However, the priorities of one group right now are extremely foolish. That's just what I think.

>>936797
dont worry, us lefties are just bidding our time, waiting, watching, shit posting about Brazils taste in waifus...
SHES STILL SHIT BRAZIL!

>>936797
Quick question, are you ok with a spy in the Space Jam? just real quick, yes or no.

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>>936797
To me, the problem isn't exactly the hearts of most people, its the fact on what they believe is "right"...
This is what made me go ancap, the fact that people advocate that they are doing "good things" but in truth end up discussing "who should be forced to what with money taken from x people" and the law is turned in "legalized plunder" for the ruling party to force their views on everyone.
For me, people should be free to do what doesn't directly hurt each other proprieties(including bodies), and the only things to be protected should be the natural rights of the individual and not "muh feelings".
If you are interested in defending freedom, Wong, maybe you would find something worthwhile in our philosofical bases, i'm not saying to you go full Andrew Ryan, but learning more rarely hurts... And you can just disprove our views if you find something wrong with them.
Also, about Roarke's harem... Is it really the first time you noticed it? I've already questioned you about it, how can Fatima be okay with Sam? I'm surprised she didn't said something to Roarke until now... Wait, does she even know about Sam's secret? OH CRAP! THIS IS GONNA BE GUD!
>>936810
Yeah, i agree, Sam is pure crap, not even a real woman, KEK.

>>936820

A spy for who?

>>936948
Y'know. A spy for THEM.

>>936948
Jove.

>>936968
The Jerries? Is it time for the Battle of the Bulge already?

>>937001
THE NAZIS DISCOVERED SPACE TIME TRAVEL, THEY'RE AIMING STRAIGHT FOR ROARKE'S DICK

BATTLE OF THE BULGE 2: SPACE HILTER BOOGALOO

>>937013
Battle of the bulge 2: How Sam got her groove back.
AHAHAHAHAHA sorry couldn't resist!

>>937065
Battle of the Bulge: Saving Private Samantha.
Saving Samantha's Privates? ;^)

>>937102
>Jesus sees this porn parody linked on GYchan
>"But she was most recently a sergeant, not a private..."

How deep does the autism hole go?

She was a sergeant, right, and her brother was the LT? Or did I get it backwards?

>>937115
Let's be honest her. Keith isn't autistic, he's just an idiot. His understanding is too high to fit there. Karen would likely be more likely than him.
Also, I leave to make cookies and eggnog pancakes and all of a sudden nutters on /tg/. The hell.

>>936948
Random question, but is this summary of the previous war accurate?
>CUSS are assholes
>Greenmen blitz the CUSS heartland Zabi-style with revolutionary tech and mass casualty attacks
>Martian Greenmen pretend to be horrified.
>CUSS fights back, inflicting some casualties but generally losing and eventually ceasing to be a coherent entity
>Jupiter and Co enter the fight with massive numbers of increasingly capable mecha
>Martian Greenmen get caught sporing people.
>Solar System turns on Martian Greenmen
>Green Lady is shot down over Avalon
>NaNa 01 incident.
>Greenmen launch massive attack on Europa. Flyod Beck is KIA, Extrasolar Greenmen forces suffer disproportionate casualties and/or are cut off from their homeland.
>Beset by all sides, the Greenmen strongholds outside the solar system fall one by one, until only Mars remains
>Purging of Mars
I was always a bit confused as to how the Martian Greenmen were apparently the last to go.

>>937126
>Let's be honest her. Keith isn't autistic, he's just an idiot.

>throws huge fits when things don't fit his world view to the point of immediate violent response
>laughably poor impulse control
>is (perhaps ironically, given how he understands everyone due to high empathy) utterly inept at social interaction with normal people
>probably really hates loud noises

I'm pretty sure he's just a high functioning autist.

>>936885
DONE! i hope...
http://pastebin.com/eFdHv9D1

>>937247
>Design and Decor(+3Cl, 2 CP)
Is this a typo?

>>936885
people should be free to do what doesn't directly hurt each other proprieties(including bodies), and the only things to be protected should be the natural rights of the individual and not "muh feelings".

Not to shit on your parade, Brazilanon. But we've already seen the effects of an ancap society in the Industrial Revolution. Widespread rapine of resources and exploitation of workers.

>>937264
oops i didn't capitalize the "L" in +3CL