Jump to content

All Activity

This stream auto-updates     

  1. Yesterday
  2. The ASW-G-69 Gundam Asmodai. Painted the standard Gundam shade of white, it had its limbs painted with a mix of red and black. The pirates had decorated its clawed finger tips with gold stolen from their prey. Its weapons were stowed on its back, held by a pair of sub arms. The Asmodai's signature features were the mouth guard, it had been modified by the pirates to be a grinning mouth full of teeth where excess heat and flame from its other signature feature, the flame cannon on its left arm. Delaja gagged at the sight of it. "Happy now?" She hissed at the machine under her breath before something caught her attention. “Your majesty!” Came a shout from one of the smugglers. The one she recognized, Jared,. Those words made her skin crawl. "... Princess..." Was the only word that she reacted to, and she did so with a scowl. "You're lucky you didn't try to pilot the Asmodai. It loves to kill loudmouths. Call me Delaja." She restrained herself from growling at the smuggler as she slipped the coin down her shirt as causally as she could, "Where are we headed anyway? I don't go planet side so if its Earth I get the master bathroom and whatever is attached to it."
  3. Last week
  4. Erland climbed into the cockpit of his mobile suit, pressing a multitude of buttons to get the machine started. It was finally time for battle, and the preparations here would be extremely important, considering their enemy. The communicators turned on, with Edwin on the other side. “You ready Erland? Let’s head out.” he said. Erland felt like everything was ready. "I am. Let's take care of this mess." He maneuvered the mobile suit into position, waiting for clearance. "You're good to go." said one of the crew members. The Branch Commander smiled. "Erland Falk, Schwalbe Graze. LAUNCHING!" The mobile suit jetted into the depths of space...
  5. A large waterfall was crashing down onto the rocks below, keeping a large pond filled. Ryder Sarka sat near this lake during his break from his duties at Jaburo. It had been a week since the skirmish with the Zeon Remnants, and things had changed since then. The Commander had received new orders from the higher-ups. The four were to leave for space once Dustin had healed. The Ensign knew little about the assignment, only that they would be apart of a larger division. He hoped that it was a special unit, but only time would tell. As for the Zeon survivors, no search parties ever found them. Ryder assumed they had made it to their destination. He hoped that his next mission would go differently. The Titan picked up a small stone, tossing it across the water. It began to sink as it hit it. "I was never good at skipping stones." Ryder thought to himself. Ryder had been doing a lot of thinking lately. The Titans were something completely different to him, and part of him wished that he'd never joined. He knew it had to be done though. Ryder needed closure for Len's death, and the only way to do that would be through the specialized Zeon killers. He got up and began walking back toward the base. It wouldn't be long before he'd be leaving and going back to space. That got Ryder excited. Not only would it be a change of scenery, since it'd been years since he'd gone back up, but it would be a new chapter in his life as a Titan. he wouldn't allow himself to lose again. This time, thing's would be difference. Ryder Sarka wouldn't allow anything but the best of his abilities in order to become a star in the Titans... FIN
  6. One Week Later "From the hands of the 101th Mobile Suit Team of the Zeon Earth Assault Force's South African branch: Take as much time as you want, but don't let it be because of us. The ten of us have signed this piece of paper as our will to sacrifice ourselves, with the intention to buy this convoy a strong head start. Make use of it and let them reach Axis. Give them their home, and they'll give the Feds their war." The entirety of Port Elizabeth in South Africa stared at the abyss of a clear night sky. An airfield in the outskirts of the city had opened the doors to the biggest hangar, one that was surprisingly big enough for a Gaw attack carrier. While this happened, sentries watched out for anything that looked even remotely like the glow of a GM's composite visor. The silhouette of a man leaned against a railing at the top of the abandoned control tower, glancing briefly at the hangar where the engineers quietly tried to get the main engine to work again (after a failed launch days prior), then lifting his gaze at the skyline of the thriving metropolis. His hands grasped the handle of a nearby ice container to open the door, taking out a beer can to quench the thirst and placate the heat. Condensation formed in the outer walls of the tin cylinder upon contact with the air. A nearby lamp post ocassionally flickered on and washed him in a warm, faint light, only to abandon him a few moments later. It had been a long day, and it would be a long night. Time seemed to be endless after the Axis officer read that letter he had handed him out loud. Erin had told him that it was a secret meant for the officer, that he or anybody else were never to even glance at it. Now, he knew why. He wouldn’t have left if she were ever to tell him. The woman behind him, of whose presence he was unaware, had been through a lot more. After the battle that ended with the lives of all but two of her team members a week ago, their struggle to live another day was all but lost. However, it didn’t turn into much of a disruption for her plans. Leading the Titans away, they would be sure to be too focused in her team for any kind of attempt at investigating the ruins and finding out about the convoy that was en route to Port Elizabeth. After all, ten pilots weren't much when compared to the whole group of Mobile Suit mechanics, workers and soldiers that would reach Axis. They weren't expecting a battle that early, hoping to gain a head start and lead them further, but the two Zeonics and the Zimmad that had come out of that mess were still enough to keep pushing. Enough to keep moving forward. Enough to eat a few more rounds. And so the three carried on, to what they thought would be their bitter end. Not everything had been lost, however. Two days of constant watch later, Lady Luck smiled upon their perseverance one more time, and had them find a remote village where scarce remnants of the ZEAF had gone into hiding after their base was retaken by the Federation. Scared and tired, the vast majority decided to forgive but not forget, carrying on with a calm rural life and a low profile. Five of them did not forgive either, though, secretly mantaining their Mobile Suits, their uniforms and small arms as best as they could, all of it for the day when the Principality would come back for them. Taking some rest at the local inn, she told them about the convoy that was making its way to Port Elizabeth, and so they agreed to repair her Mobile Suits and join her, with the condition that she tried to take them there. The Gouf Custom and Dom Tropen got up better next morning, while the Zaku’s legs were deemed a lost cause after they never turned on again, and replaced with a Magella Attack’s tracks to be given as a Zaku Tank to the greenest of the bunch. They started marching towards Elizabeth, the three of them plus a blue Zogok and a captured GM that had been painted in green camouflage. Yuri kept travelling by her side, but Lyle decided to stay in the village and help them heal their sick, being as their medic had been lost months ago in an unfortunate, violent robbery, and few of them actually risked a walk into the city. In exchange, the Tropen would be given to the leader of the local squad for him to pilot. Erin knew Lyle’s decision wasn’t all about helping the villagers, but also a result of his doubts after Raphael’s death. She would miss him, but she let him stay, as it would be for the best. No point trying to force somebody to fight when motivated pilots were available, and while his skills as a medic weren’t stellar, they were better than nothing at all. Now, Erin was back. The last week had been nothing if not terrifying. Every corner, every bush, every moving object could be a potential sign of a terrible death to come. Every step was a miracle. But that would be no more. She was safe and sound, and ready to go back to her life of eternal grudges and jingoism. Go ahead. You can say it now, you magnificent bastard. Happy to be there again, she let out a smirk and grabbed a beer can too, leaning against the railing, then looking into his astonished eyes. "I'm home..."
  7. Edwin nodded at Erland’s remark about deploying. “Soon enough. Go get some rest and in a few of hours we’ll deploy.” With that he saluted his friend before retreating to his own quarters, he was quite tired from all the traveling. A few hours later an alarm awoke him in his bed and he groggily got up to put in his space suit. The room was sparsely decorated due to the lack of gravity and he struggled to get in his suit. His fake arm floated around him as he put on the combat gear, waiting for the last minute to attach the abomination to the remains of his limb. At last he got the suit and arm on and zipped up the uniform before grabbing his helmet. It didn’t go unnoticed that his left hand shook visibly and he nervously squeezed the device to “loosen” it up before heading into the hallway. He wore a grim look on his face as he saluted the crew and soon found the entrance to his alabaster Graze. He paused as he perched on the lip of the cockpit to study the behemoth and the sword locked on its hip. Flashbacks of the fateful combat that stole his left arm flooded his vision and he could clearly recalled how crumpled up the left side of the machine had been when he was pried out. He equally recalled the eyes of the demon that maimed him, the elegant designs of the Gundam he fought. He shook the thought from his head before going into the cockpit determinedly. As he sat down he locked his helmet on and pulled the straps across his body. He began his religious system checks to awaken his own monster and prepare for combat. As he neared the end of the routine he did a radio check, “are you there Erland? Yohan?” To his delight his Adjutant responded eagerly, “Affirmative Captain! Ready to deploy when you are!” A grin did form on his face, “you ready Erland? Let’s head out.”
  8. Earlier
  9. Ryder walked down, turning away from the Ensign. A wave of emotions seemed to flood inside of him. All he wanted to do at this point was move on, but something wasn't letting him do so. The Lieutenant went back toward the barracks. He hoped that maybe they could arrive at their destination before he woke up. The bleak, dank ship was beginning to bore him, and he wished for a change of scenery. Climbing back into the pod, he began to rest. However, this former Titan would never be able to rest peacefully... Knock Knock! He heard someone banging on the pod door. "Oh, come on. Let me get some sleep." Ryder climbed out, only to see a familiar face staring at him. "I can't believe it..." He said. "Len?" The blond haired brother smirked. "It's great to see you, Ryder!" The Lieutenant ran up to him, as the Sarka brothers hugged. "I thought you were dead!" Ryder cried out as tear began to form. He let go, beginning to take of his jacket. "This belongs to you." Len shook his head. "No, no. You can keep it." He responded. "It fits your badass look." Ryder laughed. "Badass look? Bro, I'm far from being badass." Len chuckled. "Come on, dude. You're pretty cool!" Len put his hand on Ryder's shoulder. "Too bad you killed all those people!" The former Titans expression changed. "What?" Len laughed hysterically. "Look around you, bro!" Ryder began to notice dozens of people on the floor. They were withered, as if all the air was taken from them. "This is only a faction of deaths you caused." Ryder shook his head. "No. NO! I didn't know. Dustin was-" Len turned back to him. "THEY ARE DEAD AND THEY'LL NEVER COME BACK!" Len began to smirk again. "You should join them." Ryder looked back at him. "Stop this! Make it e-" Suddenly, it seemed like all the air was being sucked out as Ryder began to gasp for air. He fell to the floor, trying to breathe. Len watched to his brother suffocated. "AH!" Ryder smacked his head on the top of the pod. "He came to realize it was all a dream. It didn't matter to him though. The nightmares felt real, and they continued to haunt him every night...
  10. Erland smiled as he saw Edwin's machine. It looked sleek and fast, like it could take out a whole squad on its own. "Still not as good as mine though." He thought. The Mars Commander wasn't used to the gray space variants of the Graze. In fact, Erland didn't have much experience battling outside of the atmosphere. He hoped that his skills would be adequate, but that wouldn't matter much since he had such a strong mobile suit. The red Schwalbe Graze almost seemed to glimmer as it held its custom lance. Erland was excited to be apart of the mission. Edwin explained the battle plan to him. The two and another pilot, Yohan, would be the main squad while the other Grazes would be a rear guard. "He's right." Erland thought to himself. "Who knows what we're getting ourselves into." He turned back to his colleague. "That's good." He said in response to discussing Yohan. "Whatever it may be, the Grazes of Gjallarhorn will be able to stop it." Erland said. "When shall we be launching?"
  11. The young man seized up and gurgled out a cry for help that got drowned by the blood dribbling out from his nose. Jared frowned as he saw the response to the Alaya-Vijnana rejecting one of his comrades. “Dang!” Jared hissed as he turned to regard his tech, a girl by name of Betty. The blonde shrugged at her boss and tapped at her tablet vigorously. Shaking her head she finally announced, “sorry boss, there’s a lock on the operating system. We need a key of some sort to override it.” Jared punched the metal of the cockpit in frustration. The price to gut the cockpit and operating system would be substantial and he now seriously had to contemplate giving this machine in for the bounty. He looked around the hangar while burying his face in the palm of his hand. The momentum of his mock punch on the frame flung him out in a soft revolution into the middle of the hangar; if he was discomforted by the motion he didn’t show it. His thoughts equally whirled around him and he almost missed the presence of a silver haired lass as she burst into the hangar. “I made it! Thanks for waiting for me!” The words made Jared furrow his brow and as he bounced gently into the ceiling, he steadied himself to study the girl closely. A smile now formed on his face. “Your majesty!” He cried out before pushing himself towards the girl. As he sailed he caught himself on the rail side opposite of her. He continue to flash her a toothy grin, “at last we meet princess!” He studied the girl for her reaction, the second thing he noticed was the size of her pupils (the first being the hair). “I’m so glad you could join us on this voyage of the Loose End. I’m her captain, Jared Axle at your service!” He gave her a mock salute, his voice booming loudly to get the attention of everyone on the hangar.
  12. The silver haired girl curled up into a ball and tapped the barrel of her new gun against her head as she took deep breaths. The ship was moving. She escaped. And the Asmodai was here. Her tattoo on her back stung from the thought of that thing. Every time she looked at it in her mind's eye the pain from that needle on her back returned for a moment. "The coin." She said the words as she grabbed at her neck, finding the chain and the golden disk that hung from it quickly. Her fingers fondled the engraving of the Asmodai on it, the feeling of the inverted head was comforting, the demon couldn't awaken without this coin. "Oh thank fuck." Delaja uncurled from a ball and kicked off the door. She was used to space. Completely at ease in three dimensions. A jacket hanging from one of the bridge's chairs with the crew's emblem caught her eye. She looked about the bridge but everyone seemed to have left for a moment. Internally she thanked the coin, a cursed luck charm if she ever had one. The pirate princess quickly slipped the jacket on over her the hoodie she was already wearing. It took Delaja a moment to find the door into the maze of hallways that made up ships like these. She managed to stumble into an empty room, a bed and belongings that litter it make Delaja to doubted it would be empty long enough to sleep. The girl popped the magazine out of her gun and groaned. "Asshole only loaded three? What kind of regula-" She cut herself off and took a deep breath and only let it out after a pair of heartbeats, "You're high. You're angry. Shut up." After a peak out of the room, Delaja started to creep through the hallways, following the plastered signs until she was in front of a door with 'HANGER' printed in bold letters above it. She checked her gun and turned the safety off before she jammed it in her pants so that the grip was hidden in the small of her back and more so by her equally stolen jacket. The girl's hand hovered over the door before she cursed one last time and opened the doors to the hanger. "I made it!" She screamed as she pushed herself against the hanger railing, spitting the last few words out with a scowl, "Thanks for waiting for me!"
  13. --- Universal Century 0096. The power balance between Earth and Space shifts once more in the wake of the discovery of Laplace’s Box and the revelation of the Full-Body Psycoframe RX-0. However, within the murky depths of the past, hidden by blood and debris of battles long ended, another machine with the capability to change the world lurks… 0096 ECHOES OF ZETA is an alternate telling of the events surrounding the Laplace Incident. Players will take part in a secret operation by both the Sleeves and Londo Bell to recover or destroy a lost Full-Body Psycoframe mobile suit developed by Titans remnants, hidden within the Side 5 Shoal Zone. Players will partake in either of the two forces: The Sleeves' Gray Phantoms Team and Londo Bell's MaHA (Man-Hunter Attachment). Character Creation Tips: 1. 0096 ECHOES OF ZETA is heavily reliant on the canon events of Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam and subsequent entries in the Universal Century timeline. Players are encouraged to explore how the events of these entries have affected the lives of their characters. 2. As the Gray Phantoms Team and the Man-Hunter Attachment are to be considered elite black-ops units within their respective forces, players are permitted, and encouraged to utilize whatever Universal Century mobile suit they wish, with the exception of any one-of-a-kind units such as the canon Gundams, or units that were shown to be destroyed. However, if you are capable of coming up with a justification for having such a unit, then exceptions will be made. Cast: Man-Hunter Attachment: Gray Phantoms Team:
  14. As his beam missed Hunter hissed in frustration, “think you’re special ey?” The Gelgoog dodged away and turned to face him it pulled out its beam chain gun and sputtered a volley at him. At their current distance the exchange of fire was little more than friendly banter going back and forth. Hunter flared his legs to thrust his Quel out of danger. He curled his mobile suit into an arching charge now, evading the trail of chasing laser bullets. The Quel shuttered violently from the thrusters delivering him to striking distance. The Gelgoog flared its melee weapons to life in its hands. “Oy that’s the ticket!” Hunter growled as he shifted his Quel to grasp the beam saber with its free right hand. He pulled the shield and rifle in close to his cockpit. As the distance closed quickly he swung down hard with the beam saber, the fuchsia blade came down with ferocity. Hunter grinned with a violent glee and a wishful hatred that only his weapons could satisfy. ”why fight?” He quizzed over the radio. “Why protect yer mates?”
  15. Edwin gave a discreet nod at Erland’s observation regarding the facility and a weak smile of acknowledgement. True he has more riding on the facility and he couldn’t stand the idea of dissidents controlling property that wasn’t rightfully theirs. Erland broke his train of thought, "If you don't mind, could you take me to the mobile suit hangar? I'd like to see what our firepower is." Edwin swept his hand behind them towards the exit of the bridge. “Of course right this way.” He calmly led the man through the bridge to the hangar. As they entered the bay Edwin gave a grin at his friend as they first saw their Grazes side by side. Red and white the two machines looked poised for action, Edwin knew it would only be too soon. “We have our machines of course. We also have four more Grazes at our disposal…” he swept his hand to hint at the other suits hiding in the hangar. “We don’t know the full strength of the enemy so it will be me you and my adjutant Yohan who deploy first. I want to keep the rest behind as a rear guard in case they decide to attack the Fortis.” He turned to look at this friend reassuringly, “Yohans a good pilot we can count on him.”
  16. "Another Calamity War remnant..." He thought to himself. Erland understood the power of those machines. They weren't something to scoff at. Gjallarhorn was powerful, but the strength of even one of those mobile suits would be an issue. "We gotta get a hold of that weapon." Erland looked out to the moon, thinking about the Elion Family, along with Edwin's wife and their son. "I'd imagine this operation is a little more personal for you, considering your family ties." The Falk family had some relations with the Elion's, but nothing major. Erland had no interest in the mining facility, just the fact that this mission would give him something to do. Months of paperwork bored him, so being active in mobile suit combat again enticed him. "But I now understand why I'm here. I won't let you down." He said to the Bauduin Noble. "If you don't mind, could you take me to the mobile suit hangar? I'd like to see what our firepower is."
  17. Edwin noticed the sidelong glances at his arm. Erland was of course one of the few people who knew about his injury, he felt surprisingly subconscious about his arm now, as if Erland was seeing through the long sleeve and glove he wore. Edwin shrugged the idea from his head and motioned to the window on the bridge as he moved to stand next to his friend. They both looked out at Space and he cleared his throat. “There’s an Elion Family Mining operation on the moon, which for years have been very lucrative.” Naturally both of their gazes shifted towards the natural satellite. “The entire operation went dark. At first we thought it was technical difficulties, but it’s becoming more and more obvious that it’s more than that. For years the workers have disgruntled by conditions… no small secret.” He flashed his friend a knowing glance. “In any case we have since intercepted transmission heading out towards the colonies suggesting that they found a relic from the calamity war…” he let the last phrase hang in the air as reference to the Great War was weight enough to drag Erland from Mars. “There are terrible weapons from the Calamity war… if dissidents have a weapon… well I don’t think I need to spell it out to you.” He paused as he glared at the moon. “We’re going to storm the facility… hard and fast. That’s why I need you here. I need people I can trust for this one.” In truth Edwin wasn’t entirely sure where Erland or the falk family fell in the recent discussions of worker rights. Gjallarhorn has become increasingly divided on how to treat their colonies and other assets. If this operation went down the way Edwin was imagining it then a lot of dissident workers would die.
  18. Jared tapped his fingers impatiently on his arms. He glared out at the hangar as the metal colossus was hoisted into an open mobile suit bay. He glared dangerously at each crewman who touched the weapon and barked out ominously, “careful! Careful… we must take great care with this catch boys and girls!” His tone shifted towards an almost melodic grin as he regarded his crew. His visage was somewhat more dour than usual, the presence of a gundam was an omen of sorts. Good or bad, Jared couldn’t quite decide yet. The stories of demons shaping the world as it was today whirled in his head. Either way, right now he was in the presence of a demon and even the mercenary was feeling giddy at that prospect. As his crew finished their task Jared called out enthusiastically, “once the gundam is secure let’s leave port!” One of his crewman, nodded and floated off to let the bridge know. Normally he would have handled the order himself but this was a triumphant moment and he wanted to bask in the glory of this war machine in front of him. In many regards the presence of the demon was humbling. Maybe he wouldn’t sell it after all. Sure there was a substantial bounty on the machine but a few tweaks and they could make it indecipherable from the original form. A jerk of the ground told him that the Loose End had left port and the ever present grin on Jared’s face grew at the seamless escape thus far. “Shame we couldn’t find the girl too! She’s got quite the bounty on her as well…” Jared mused to no one in particular. His crew was used to his ramblings and could tell he was in a certain mood. “I wonder what will happen to you friend…” he offered to the Gundam as he floated in front of the machine, his posture stiff and arms crossed in serious contemplation
  19. Erland had recently arrived on the Fortis, along with his Graze. He gazed out into the depths of space, noticing many star craft speeding through the cold, dark universe. It had been a while since he'd been out of Mars' atmosphere, so the scenery change was nice for him. "I hope Worths will be able to control those men while I'm gone." He thought to himself. Erland would be practically leaving everyone behind for a mission he knew very little about. However, it had to be important if he was requested by his old friend, Edwin. Their families respected each other, but the two noble's were practically brothers. “I had no idea that I’d be entertaining a member of the Falk family on my ship!” Erland looked back to see the man in question. He held out his hand, the non-robotic one, to the branch commander. “It’s good to see you, Erland!” He chuckled and grasped the hand, shaking it. "It's good to see you too, Edwin." Erland said. "It's definitely been awhile." He let go of the hand, noticing the robotic arm, but not paying attention to it. He had no idea what happened, but he understood that was a story for another time. Right now there were more pressing questions. "I apologize if this is too blunt, but I was told you tell me why I'm even here." He asked. While he loved being pulled out of the boring position he was in, he wished to know more about the assignment. "Could you fill me in?
  20. "Where do you think you're going, girlie?" The space port checkpoint guard's words were almost lost in the clamor that surrounded him, "You actually need a pass and some ID, not glaring at me like some freak." "I musta left them in my other pocket," Delaja couldn't help herself as she hissed the words out under her breath. She took a moment to let out a pent up breath and put on a fake smile, "Sorry about that, here you are." She pressed her palm into the guard's hand and pushed her way through the security checkpoint. A small plastic bag filled with blue crystals was left in the man's possession rather than identification. He quickly hid the bag and grunted something at the next person in line. Delaja's eyes rolled as she mouthed the guard's words while shaking her head. She broke down into a fit of curses before she headed to a bathroom on her path to the private terminals. The door opened itself for her and she made her way in, her fist action was to force the door back shut. If this was an Earth based space port there would be private miniature rooms to use. But this was Mars and it only had a row of open walled stalls with enough of a gap on the bottom to look for feet rather than big indicators to show if a stall is occupied. Just the sight of the gap on the top and bottom of the stalls was enough to make the girl gag. The girl stood there for a solid minute, Delaja made absolutely sure that she was the only one in the bathroom before she claimed the stall at the far end of the room. Before she even opened the door, the sight of water and paper pooling on the ground guided her hand to a stall two doors down. Once in the stall she sat on the water tank with her feet on the toilet seat, hunched over so that she couldn't be seen by anyone that preformed the same check she did moments before. A small plastic bag full of tiny blue crystals, identical to the one she bribed the guard with, fell out of her sleeve and into her open palm. She carefully arranged a small line on the back of her arm before inhaling it through her nose in one quick motion that ended with her eyes clenched shut and an involuntary hiss. Delaja blinked a few times as she looked around the small stall. Her feet trembled as she tried to get off the toilet, little giggles and fits of laughter sounded out every time she pulled her feet back up. It took her several minutes to finally emerge from that stall and when she did she was grabbed by the checkpoint guard. The start of a scream sounded out from the girl before a hand clamped down on her lips. The next scream came from the guard as Delaja bit him as hard as she could. She bit hard enough to tear through his glove and tear open his skin. She'd have continued biting if he didn't throw her off. Delaja bounced off the bathroom stall doors and barely landed on her feet as she scrambled for the door. With a bleeding hand the guard reached for his gun, only to see it clasped in Delaja's hand as she slammed the open button for the door and leave him alone in the women's restroom. Shouts chased after Delaja as she sprinted to her destination, gun in hand. A growing wave of guards formed a stampede as the girl fled for her life her path taking her to the last terminal in the space port, one connected to a ship with the one thing she hated most. But it was the only place she could go. "Why does this shit always happen to me!" Screamed the girl as she dove into the open bridge to the ship. Delaja half rolled, half floated into the ship, her stolen gun smashing the close button, "Get me the fuck out of here!"
  21. True! At this point the big two we’ll be starting out with is Gjallarhorn and pirates/mercenaries. We will be starting off both sides very soon 😉
  22. Zeta Destiny is a Universal Century so you will need to conform to the setting. Also, check the factions to see the available faction choices for characters in this RP.
  23. The tremors slowly faded away, the entire cabin soon became serene as weightlessness permeated around. Edwin unconsciousness tensed his left hand, curling and uncurling the artificial fingers. It was strange how occasionally he genuinely felt as if the digits were his own. It was equally unnerving when he found himself scratching the skin of the prothstetic. They called it phantom pain and it was a sensation he doubted he would ever fully accept. Lifting his gaze from his lame hand he looked around the cabin to study how everyone else was reacting inside the shuttle. If one was studious, they could quickly determine who was new to space and who wasn’t. By this point Edwin was fairly numb to awe inspiring sensation. A young woman was giggling as she let some jewelry twirl in front of her. Another man was grinning like a fool playing with a water bottle. Edwin merely sighed and returned his gaze out the window. He would soon be onboard the Halfbeak class Fortis. The Fortis was a Bauduin family warship and had served as Edwin’s flagship during his patrol duties. As the shuttle escaped earth, Edwin could begin to make out the purplish form of the ship. Onboard was his Graze, and his crew; and he was eager to see both. Perhaps just as importantly was an old friend he was eager to reacquaint with; Erland Falk. Though the two men differed in age by almost a decade, Edwin thought of the younger man like a little brother and often treated him as such. He had been happy for the fellow noble when they had been assigned other duties on Mars. Now it appeared that fate would bring them back together. Gjallarhorn had given Edwin an important mission and was willing to give the Bauduin official any resources he needed, whether it be material or personnel; Edwin chose the latter. The rattle and clanking of the hull snapped Edwin from his contemplation and he tensed himself against his seat as the shuttle connected with the warship to drop him off. After the connection was secure a crewman gave the Captain a thumbs up. Edwin grabbed his briefcase and unbuckled himself to “leap” towards the engineer and the exit. The man gave him a salute and Edwin responded in kind, before moving down the narrow corridor towards his ship. Once he was on board a small collection of his staff saluted a greeting towards him and he returned the gesture yet again. He knew that by the time he found his way to the bridge he’d repeat the process with half his crew. By the time he made it to the bridge a grin did form along the edge of his face as he spotted his old friend. Erland stood staring out the windows, his red back turned toward him. Edwin let out a cheery greeting, “I had no idea that I’d be entertaining a member of the Falk family on my ship!” His tone showed his mock surprise. As he hovered up to the other man he stopped to regard him and offer his hand warmly, “it’s good to see you Erland!”
  24. I would say start with 2-3 factions and then expand from there, otherwise it'll be hard for interactions between characters.
  25. Jared Axle Biography Full name: Jared Axle Faction: Aegis Security Services (freelancer) Rank: n/a Age: 26 Sex: Male Height: 5’7” Weight: 120 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark Blue Skin: Fair Handiness: Ambidextrous Personality: Charming and pragmatic. Jared is a businessman and opportunist. Strengths and weaknesses Greedy - Jared won’t do anything unless there’s a profit to be made or an advantage to be had. While not daring in the courageous sense he is in the enterprising sense. Skilled fighter- growing on the streets meant Jared had to be good in a fight both in and out of a mobile suit. He takes pride in his body and keeps himself on a skilled edge. AJ system - starting out his life as human debris he has this dreaded system implanted. Which acts as both an asset and a possible hindrance. Indomitable Will - Jared his hard headed and once he sets his mind to something he Carries through with it. Charismatic - Jared is good at relating to people and is empathetic if not tactful when dealing with others. He knows that the best way to build his wealth is by networking. As such he is incredibly mindful of her persona and hates damaging his reputation. Appearance: In great physical shape. He speaks with a commanding tone and almost has the mystique about him. History: Jared grew up in squalor in the slums of mars. At a young age he was sold off as human debris and operated on, giving him the Aliyah Jenana system. Forced to use it, he lamented using the whiskers on his back. As he grew, he constantly looked for opportunities to elevate himself above his meager position. He eventually found the opportunity to kill his would be slavers and become free. By the time he was a teenager he was what he considered a “self made man”. Though often equated to being a good thief, Jared found mercenary work to be becoming and profitable. He developed a reputation as being a very good soldier of fortune. He soon found himself surrounded by like minded individuals, forming a crew and business. He established a private military company: Aegis Security Services as a front for his operations. Being a legitimate business meant obtaining a base which he could use. He settled on a battleship, the Loose End, which largely remains in orbit around Mars, occasionally venturing out. Because of his lifestyle Jared is incredible embedded in the underworld, being well connected with information and reputation. He’s worked hard to set himself up as an operation leader and is always looking for the next big payday. Possessions: The Loose End, a privately owned battle ship that functions as his base of operations. Kills: n/a Role plays: Coliseum battles: n/a
  26. We are having a short regular maintenance at around 23:00 GMT+8 on 12 June. Check the Discord channel for details. I will put a notice in the chat and on the boards before maintenance kicks in. It should be a painless 15-minute downtime if all goes well.
  27. Delaja Scabbard Biography Full name: Delaja Scabbard Alias(es): Princess, Bastard Daughter of the Pirate King, Sarah Blossom Faction: Pirates Rank: Exiled Pirate Princess Age: 16 Sex: Female Height: 5"1' Weight: 90lbs Eyes: Pale Blue Hair: Dyed silver and purple Skin: Pale Handiness: Right handed Personality As cuddly as a teddy bear with sandpaper for fur. Her past has left her a paranoid wreck, feeling forced to exude an air of anger to deter encounters rather than suffer anymore misfortune at anyone's hands. Her trauma is usually buried under a glare and a frown but the slightest hint of entrapment or even being ratted out to the authorities has an equal chance of soliciting violence as her turning tail and running on the spot. She doesn't trust anyone easily, instead her default state addresses as everyone as a threat, especially men. She never trusts men. Strengths and weaknesses Strengths Experienced Pilot - Being forced to pilot mobile suits from a very young age granted Delaja an impressive control over mobile suits, especially with her Alaya-Vijnana System. Alaya-Vijnana System - Implanted at a very young age, it allows her better spacial awareness and control over mobile suits that support it. Weaknesses Misandrist - She hates and distrusts men to an extreme. Paranoid - Its nearly impossible for her to trust anyone. Heavy Trauma - In social situations it quickly becomes clear that she is damaged to the point of being unable to communicate with people normally. Appearance A lanky teenage girl. One side of her head is shaved while the other is dyed purple. Her upper arms have a collection of tattoos that blend together into colorful meshes. A massive black tattoo of the Asmodai Pirates covers her back, it depicts the head of the Gundam Asmodai over two crossed swords. She usually wears clothing that most people would mistake her for being a beggar, a drug addict or a homeless runt. Her gold coin is worn on a chain around her neck. History Born to a legendary Pirate King and one of his crew, outside of his marriage. Quickly labeled as a bastard before her birth she was born to her mother as Sarah Bloom. And as tradition she was inducted into the crew as soon as she could walk. Her father's crew and fame were built on the back of one of the mythical Gundam frames, the ASW-G-69 Gundam Asmodai, from which the crew took its name. But on Delaja's back was only a massive marking, a depiction of the Gundam Asmodai's head. Every member of the crew also had this tattoo. She quickly got the Alaya-Vijnana System forced on her so that she could pilot mobile suits with the rest of the crew. Children were not spared in the Asmodai's crew and were seen more expendable than the older crew members. They were given old or broken mobile suits and Delaja wasn't given any favors for being the Captain's bastard, a fact that gave her the nickname of Princess that was less of a complement and more of a sneer the other crew members would hiss at her. For twelve years she endured being a prisoner by and in the crew, being forced to play the part of a pirate until some part of her finally broke under the pressure. She fled the Asmodai pirates and fled with the key to her father's prized machine, the Gundam Asmodai itself. She stole enough gold to cast a coin to encase the key, sealing it away as if she was trying to calm a real demon by hiding the source of is power. This was a mistake on her part. The moment she left the relative safety of the pirates she had a target painted right between her eyes. The pirates demanded the coin, Galljerhorn wanted her as leverage against her father and every scum bag worth their salt wanted to hold her as ransom, believing her to be a real princess and not a bastard. This insane stew of pursuers lead to anyone she trusted soon turning against her as she found the rules of life in the larger world to be harsher and less forgiving than the simple, strict cruelty of the pirates. But she learned. She learned that keeping the coin away from the pirates made life worth living, their anger a small fraction of the pain they had to repay her. Possessions Coin - The gold coin with the ASW-G-69 Gundam Asmodai's key inside. The coin both sides have the Asmodai Pirates' emblem pressed into it. Mobile Suit Key - Key to her personalized Mobile Suit. Kills None Yet. Role plays Coliseum battles None yet.
  1. Load more activity
×
×
  • Create New...