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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[PyroDesu]

Most of your job in there is observation, alright? You need not participate, but I wouldn't mind if you did.

[Radio Controlled]

"Uh, ma'am, I'm not an engineer, I'm more of a negotiator or public speaker..."

((You can have my designs I posted in the Tinker thread, since Miya isn't staying here anyways.))

To Tavik:

Heya, I heard you are volunteering for piloting that beetlebot thing. Are you sure about this? I won't lie to you, that thing looks like a deathtrap to me. And are you willing to take responsibility if something goes wrong?

[piecewise]

Push the buttons! One at a time, preferably. While still and while flying! Should the rocket armchair perish as a result, spawn in another one! Experiment until I have found out the secret abilities of this device!

Lets see. One of them appears to make all the rockets on the rocket bike fire at once. Which is...a thing to do, You guess. Another turns them all off and then reactivates them when it's pressed again. Two others do aileron rolls in different directions, another scatters flares and the last one seems like it would jettison damaged rockets.

((You assume correctly.))

Continue to be in meeting. Continue to be bodyguard. Look imposing.

If everything is quiet and I am inside my battlesuit, familiarise myself with Gilgamesh's computer to gain a dynamic bonus. Ask the AM if she has some tips or a manual or something like that.

If everything is quiet but a battlesuit is a bit too large to be in the briefing room, inspect my mono-razor.

Mono-razor resembles something like this


It's a wire stretched two points on a metal frame with the vibration mechanism in the handle, which resembles a normal knife grip.

"You know, even in virtual reality, getting cooked alive doesn't sound all that fun, you know?"

Kneel down to make myself somewhat smaller, then use microwave amp to cool down a sphere large enough to contain all of my body and maintain a pleasant temperature

[2+2]
You get a pretty bad sunburn, but manage not to get melted at the very least.

The humming stops, replaced instead with a dull sort of hissing noise.

((Figured as much.  Oh well, one of my long-term plans is to make a command & control network that connects everyone's systems, so it won't be a problem forever.

And Toaster, it is very, very useful for an AUX char.  MKIII suits have exoskeletons.  Robobodies have interpreting computers.  Both of those can be overridden and controlled, to recover wounded or to use bodies as meat shields.

And the UWM uses both of those.))

Dynamic AUX bonus: +/-1

Continue charging AUX bonus.  Text Jim, and if he allows me to, set up a wireless connection to his robobody's computers.

Hey, I'm working on an exoskeleton program that is useful for recovering wounded from the battlefield without risking other personnel.  I have access to an exoskeleton, so that part is simple, but I think I may be able to expand it's functionality to robotic bodies if I had access to their software.  Would you be okay if I set up a wireless connection to your onboard computers, so that I could examine the software's architecture?  I will be as careful as possible to not touch anything.

Also, as a side note, may I ask about your username?  It seems like the type of thing that would have a story behind it.

Charging...

Heat the presumed location of the cockpit if I'm still able to do anything.

Spoiler: Gorat 'Chin' Ivanos (click to show/hide)

Str 3; Dex 3; End 3; Cha 7; Int 4; Wil 15//Spe 0; Int 1; Han 0 (-1); Con 1; Unc 0; Exo 9; Aux 3 (+1); Med 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; laser rifle; 3 tokens: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with me)
Appearance: 5'11'', 170 pounds in a rather unmuscular frame, shoulder-long brown hair, short goatee, brown eyes, a rather long chin that earned him his nickname. Age 32
Half a robot foot. Robot right arm. Wears basic clothes when not in the Mk II.

[exo:5+1]
Oh dear. 

Yeah, it goes poorly for you and everything in the room. Game over. Good try though.

Im gonna stick a big honking electrolaser on it, dont worry ill keep it within the budget you gave me.

As for the pilot, knowing hes accountable if he fucks up is pretty obvious, but feel free to wake him if you want confirmation.

replace tanks gauss artillery with a basic tank scaled heavy laser, spend all remaining RU from the 15 budget getting the most powerful tesla coil i can. (weapons should be reactor driven, no batteries but capacitors are fine.))

Gauss replaced by laser and tesla coil added. Make sure to update your info with that stuff.

((PW, I'm going to preemptively say that I am so, so sorry for this. Especially since I've seen what's going on in the Tinker thread already (hopefully that will quiet down during missions).))

My decision is that I want to see how they work. Nothing major, mind.

Okay, [she turns to the rest of the group] the final thing I would like you to do is come with me. I want to see how you work in an engineering context with a specified goal and restrictions on what you can use to achieve it. Note that it's not representative of what you will be doing here - you'll have a significantly freer hand, but I want to see how each of you works. Namely, the goal will be to kill, or at least, severely damage a Battlesuit, with 3 major restrictions: It must be a conventional weapon, by the Armory's definition, it must be unique - no copies or facsimiles, and you can only use parts from cutting lasers and above, and not the full weapon. While it's an easy solution, simply spawning a heavy gauss rifle doesn't tell me anything. Categories other than Conventional are not affected by the last restriction, use them as you will. [she turns to Milno, Jim, and Miyamoto's projection] Generals, you need not attend this if you do not wish to, I'll have a record of the session. You're only here in case someone you want to stay with you ends up wanting to stay with me, really.

And... Charles, wasn't it? Yes, I'm going to want someone to help deal with the niceties. Especially considering that most of the workforce here were indentured workers, bound by contract with companies and the UWM. If you're volunteering as a spokesman, I'll keep that in consideration. I'd still like you to come and do this little project with the others.

To Virtual Reality, all participants in a single Tinker session, set to record and automatically download the file for later review.

((Everyone involved, this is your cue to move to the Tinker thread. Hopefully, our stuff won't get lost in the horde that's there already. Unless PW wants to further segregate Tinker and Hephaestus stuff, now we have a subforum.))

Tinker is increasingly the rope I gave others with which to hang me.

[Tavik Toth]

"Uh, ma'am, I'm not an engineer, I'm more of a negotiator or public speaker..."

((You can have my designs I posted in the Tinker thread, since Miya isn't staying here anyways.))

To Tavik:

Heya, I heard you are volunteering for piloting that beetlebot thing. Are you sure about this? I won't lie to you, that thing looks like a deathtrap to me. And are you willing to take responsibility if something goes wrong?

"Much better. Oh hey a new message."

Yes I know this is a deathtrap. Still going to pilot it though. And yes to the secound question. Now, I need to wake up properly.

Slowly go through the controls for the mech.

[Harry Baldman]

That's real interesting. Enough of that, though.

Instead, try to find an example of a famous speech by one of the Magistars on the Internet. They'd want to keep those around, right? Preferably something from the Altered Wars. Look through multiple speeches, maybe read the most famous one in its entirety. Pay attention to the name of the author.

Oh, and maybe find one of that old Shamshial fellow's speeches. Those ought to be good.

[Knight Otu]

Amp questions now?

Spoiler: Gorat 'Chin' Ivanos (click to show/hide)

Str 3; Dex 3; End 3; Cha 7; Int 4; Wil 15//Spe 0; Int 1; Han 0 (-1); Con 1; Unc 0; Exo 9; Aux 3 (+1); Med 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; laser rifle; 3 tokens: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with me)
Appearance: 5'11'', 170 pounds in a rather unmuscular frame, shoulder-long brown hair, short goatee, brown eyes, a rather long chin that earned him his nickname. Age 32
Half a robot foot. Robot right arm. Wears basic clothes when not in the Mk II.

[Parisbre56]

((I was thinking of tinkering, but I wouldn't want to make piecewise explode, so...))

Go try out that giant red thing I bought! With my battlesuit! Somewhere far, far way from the ship and any other useful stuff! Hope that it's some kind of big ass sword or rifle or paralyzing spray or freeze ray and not some sort of giant alien nuke or coffeemaker! Do actions with exclamation marks!

EDIT: About the monorazor, does it have an on-off button?! Is it made from the same grey metal as the MK1s?! Is the monofilament visible?! And does it make an ominous hum when activated?! Because I've written in my character description that it does!

[Spinal_Taper]

Thomas stirs a bit and tries to wake up. In his experience, intoxication was unpredictable, so he checks how intoxicated he still is. If he can get up, he does and goes to the VR. If he can't, go back to sleep

[HailFire]

Spoiler:  OOC (click to show/hide)

Ach, I'd meant to draw with, not write. Posting at 2-3 am, like I am now! 

Sorry I haven't posted in so long; been busy and haven't had a post in me. I'll edit the second design in in the morning unless you get to it first or you'd rather me post it in the Tinker thread. 

"You may have gone slightly demented from several hundred years in stasis"? Might as well be a clean bill of health! Erin loiters around the Infirmary for a while longer, examining and sketching things while trying to keep out of the way of the medical staff, occasionally winding up her headscrew contemplatively, before hailing who she assumes to be the chief medical officer: given the white lab coat, respirator, shiny glasses, and particularly the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach every time he looks in her general direction, this was clearly a Man Of Science And Authority.

( ║ヮ║) "Ah, excuse me please, Herr Doktor! If you're not too busy, there are a few things I'd like to ask you about..." She says, scooting up to him to present him her notes and drawings. "Since we've got this whole rebellion business going on, I imagine at some point there's going to be a lot of bloody front-line infantry skirmishes, and I've been thinking about the creation of an armored medical vehicle, since it might not always be practical to ferry people back to the ship..."

Consult with The Doctor, and get his take on some potential designs!

Spoiler:  Codename: Chum Bucket (1/2) (click to show/hide)

The basic design for the reconstitution vehicle is essentially a large, squat, heavily armored hexapodal tank, front-loading via a retractable/detachable stretcher that dumps the remains of the discombobulated into the vat of healing stuff in belly of the machine, where an array of internal arms can piece soldiers back together and ideally re-deploy them mid-battle, while simultaneously acting as cover.
-Composite, angled layers of hard plating and soft armor to stop the largest possible number of threats and allow the vehicle to act as mobile cover for infantry
-Top-mounted laser gun on a 360º turret for self-defense
-External cameras to provide a view around and above the vehicle; sensors to detect temperature, radiation, atmospheric pressure, and other environmental hazards; and a remote uplink to transmit this data to allies

-What would the best suite of equipment to most efficiently take on the widest variety of patients, and what would the average turnout be in terms of speed? It doesn't need much ground clearance, but ideally the machine shouldn't be much larger than 6-7 feet tall and 10-12 feet long.
-How viable would it be to give it automanips to absorb incoming fire (figuratively and literally) and dump it into the machine's power system?
-How viable would it be to make a wetware computer out of any spare brains we have lying around, so that it can dynamically learn how to most efficiently support its allies? Ideally, we'd also be able to capture and reconstitute enemy casualties to either take them prisoner or press-gang them as reinforcements.
-What would the ballpark cost on something like this be?

Spoiler:  Codename: Über Erin (2/2) (click to show/hide)

This is based off of the standard (Female) Synthflesh body model for full body prosthetics, with a variety of potential enhancements:

HEAD:
-Laser rangefinder integrated next to the eye
-Would it be possible to keep the aesthetic of my current eyes with the funcitionality of the cameyes? I've grown kind of attached to them...
-Hypodermic fangs
-Felid top-mounted parabolic hearing sensors on rotary mounts
-Retractable holographic HUD for tactical information and vital statistics
-Organic hair analogue grown from stored nutrients- ideally strong enough to make rope, fire retardant, and bulletproof
-Taste and smell receptors; the latter need not be connected to any sort of respiratory system anyway, and should ideally be of adjustable sensitivity
-'Secondary brain' coprocessor cluster (wet or dry, whichever is more practical) to be slaved to any installed amps

ARMS:
-Integrated hand lasers and toolkits
-Retractable monoatomic claws in the fingers
-Reconfigured joint musculature/motor assistance to give shoulder joint 360º range of motion and allow the elbow joint to bend backwards
-Microfilament pads on the hands to assist in climbing/clinging to surfaces

TORSO:
-Front and back secondary cameyes between the shoulder blades/below the collarbone
- 2-4 back-mounted mechanical arms with modular ends (for holding manipulators/tools/weapons/etc), foldable seamlessly into the back (Depending on necessary size/space/practicality requirements)
-Two waist-mounted hydraulic arms for heavy lifting and stabilizing heavy weapons, similarly concealable in the waist
-Concealed middle-back coilgun with expandable anchor spike and liquid cable winch for rappelling and emergency fall prevention
-Abbreviated digestive system (if one doesn't already exist) to parse nutrients for distribution to organic systems and burn remaining matter in an internal generator, in addition to any existing power sources

LEGS:
-Retractable cleats, and microfilament pads on the feet and knees for traction/clinging/climbing; doubt these by themselves are sufficient to hold up the weight of the unit, though
-Deployable leg extensions for running/jumping that give a digitigrade posture and fold back into the calf ((Don't remember the specifics of the base item, but Faith was messing with them at one point))

OTHER:
-Segmented, prehensile tail, with an attachment mount at the end ala the additional arms
-Organic, rapidly-regenerating, and fire-retardant dermal surface layer with the color, consistency, texture, and sensitivity of human flesh over the synthflesh body
-Nervous tissue seeded within synth-flesh and muscle to re-enable tactile sense, temperature and pain reception- the latter may seem disadvantageous, but can be useful tools
-Automatic resistor/bottleneck in spine/brainstem to block sensory/pain overload and scale pain to manageable levels
-Abbreviated, self-contained, and detatchable (for remote incubation) reproductive system; I'm obviously going to need an heir at some point, but I'm sure as hell not carrying the brat around inside me for nine months; I've got shit to do (and the abdominal cavity can serve as internal storage when it's not in use)
-Breasts are nice aesthetically, but don't serve much meaningful purpose in this context; can they be re-engineered to synthesize medicines/combat drugs/chemicals/poisons from stored nutrients for dispension normally or via fangs?
-Steering thrusters in the shoulders/hips/feet for aerial control; jump jets in the back if room is available

( ╬‿╬) I've also been doing some looking into synthetic bodies, and had some ideas for an improved custom model..." Erin says by way of explaination as she flips through a few pages to the second design. "Mostly spitballing based on gadgets I've seen available... Sure, the flesh is weak, like they say, but it's flexible, and I've always thought that a truly superior being should have the amenities of both man and machine, you know?

...My biotechnology's more than a bit rusty, though, so I'm not sure how much of this is practical, or even possible, but I was hoping you could set me straight on some things. And if you have any ideas..." Trailing off, she pauses for a moment to scratch her head.

( ╗︿╗) "Admittedly, I did get a little carried away with the cat motif."

EDIT: Edited with the second half of the post... at 3 am!  ((I am so sorry for these gigantic spoilers.))

[Phoenix Flame]

((Ok, chalk me up as another "joined the forum because of piecewise" member... although I've been a reader and lurker for years and a DF player for longer than that, but this spurred me into finally creating an account, not sure if this is still the right thread for sign-ups if Piecewise is still taking them but I'll submit the below anyway: comments and criticism are welcome for everyone, especially if they help me tighten up the backstory a bit, I've read all the mission threads up to date and most of the new OOC threads but I'm kind of sleep deprived at the time of writing so it may be complete incoherent blathering))

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: MGAXT-85674/FR (Previously Captain Berach Lithgow Starrett)
Call-sign: Dark Angel
Age: 25
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Height:  175.3cm (approx 5' 9”)
Hair: Brown (Chestnut)
Eyes: Heterochromic Brown(L)/Grey(R)
Build: Slender/Athletic
Significant scarring present: mix of Laser and Plasma burns and old physical injuries consistent with slashing and both low and high power penetrating trauma. On careful examination a number of older surgical scars can be observed around major organs and on the scalp where not hidden by hair.
Three tattoos:
Left Arm: (slightly faded due to age) Shield party per cross [divided into fourths as a + sign) Sable et Or (black and gold). Of the first (Sable) a sword argent (white). Of the second Second [Or]: a mailed fist Gules(red). Of the third a Griffon Statant Or. Of the fourth in chief an escutcheon Gules to a Castle Sable.
Motto “In Pietas Vincemus”

Below the above a newer shield
Sable with a Phoenix Or displayed and elevated.
Motto: “Per Mors, Victoria”

On the right arm: An angel clothed in black wielding a silver sword burning with black fire

Personal information:

Born on a backwater world, enlisting in the army was the only way out of a lifetime of farming edible fungi so the young Berach jumped at the chance when he came of age, just in time for the altered wars to wash over his sector of space.
Taking a commission in an infantry platoon and rising quickly to Captain through the heavy attrition all units were suffering, Starrett volunteered for an experimental augmentation program consisting of a number of cyber and genetic augmetics combined with extensive neuro-reconditioning and advanced psychiatric indoctrination in an attempt to find a way to stem the losses the nascent UWM forces were taking. The program destroyed much of the identity of the participating soldiers and so Experimental Mechano-Genetic Augment 85674 Force Recon speciality was born. The program was ultimately declared a failure, although initial deployments were promising the program's attrition rate through fatalities and psychiatric casualties, were scarcely better than line troopers were experiencing and despite extensive experimentation it was impossible to bring the cost per trooper down to a realistic level.

 As the altered wars began to draw to a close the decision was taken to discharge the remaining augments as a threat to operations due to psychiatric instability. Whilst this came to a few thousand augments, Three weeks later the number remaining could be measured in the hundreds as unable to adapt to civilian life the majority of the remainder either committed suicide or were killed resisting arrest in numerous armed incidents.

The remainder, led by a small group of Augmetic commanders including MGAXT-85674/FR formed a mercenary company to preserve the remaining survivors in the only life they could handle.

The resultant Phoenix Reapers quickly gained notoriety for a rigid adherence to the mission objectives and a willingness to deploy overwhelming fire power to minimise casualties among the now irreplaceable troopers as more than one employer who phrased his contract badly would discover to their cost.

One corporate director who ordered a mining revolt put down “by any means necessary” found out that minimising the expected resistance to negotiate a lower payment was a costly error as the Reapers deployed nuclear ordnance after earlier containment efforts failed as the deployed troopers were heavily outnumbered, due to the subsequent irradiation at the time of MGAXT-85674/FR's decanting from Stasis by HMRC/ARM the mine should now be accessible in heavy radiation suits.


Reason assigned to HMRC: (Murder, sedition, treason, etc):

The Unit couldn't last, it was born to die but the end came sooner than expected when faulty intelligence for a mission led to the death of several members of a Magister's family and the severe injury of a number of senior diplomatic personnel due to an overrun unit deploying Phoenix Pyre 3kt suicide devices according to unit protocol for units who “have been overrun in the field and are unable to reach safety but remain in proximity to critical enemy personnel, assets or materiel” unaware of the presence of multiple VIPs in the blast zone.

Declared a terrorist unit and ordered to disarm and disband, the unit faced a slow death through “Reintegration Failure Syndrome” or fighting an unwinnable war. Due to the extraordinary circumstances the situation was put to a vote. The result was unanimous for a death in battle. Knowing there was no hope of final victory the unit holed on the Planet Archaeus IX. The atmosphere consisting primarily of HCl gas virtually guaranteed death in the event of a suit breach and the Reapers set up to take advantage of that designing multiple high-velocity shrapnel traps to breach the suits of the encroaching UWM forces as well as a variety of mines and automated turrets designed to depressurise sealed vehicles and habitats along with a highly dispersed and decentralised deployment taking advantage of the augments affinity for special forces activity and minimising the utility of orbital bombardment when combined with deep subsurface bunkers and anti-orbital laser deployments.

When the day finally came each squad made radio contact one last time before going silent for independent operations designed to bleed the deploying forces dearly for every casualty. By the time the UWM had cleared the planet the three-thousand strong Mercenary unit was reduced to single figures, with many of the augment deaths resulting in the detonation of Phoenix Pyres. Final UWM casualties are unknown. MGAXT-85674/FR was one of the survivors having been incapacitated during a raid on a UWM forward command outpost.

The resultant trial was swift and final, the tiny number of survivors passed to the care of the HMRC with genetic augmentations overwritten and cybernetics removed for an extended death sentence.


Stats
Strength: 3
Dexterity:6 
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 2
Intelligence: 3
Willpower: 3



Skills

Speech: 0 (-1)

Intuition: 1
Handiwork: 0

Conventional Weapons: 1 (+1)

Unconventional Weapons: 1

Exotic weapons: 1

Auxiliary systems: 0

Medical tech: 1

Profession:

Grunt: +1 Conventional, -1 Speech

[Corsair]

((Ah speech still the ultimate dump skill... anyway welcome aboard, hopefully you will last more than 15 minutes in the HMRC / ARM))

[Phoenix Flame]

((Ah speech still the ultimate dump skill... anyway welcome aboard, hopefully you will last more than 15 minutes in the HMRC / ARM))

((Thanks, yeah I almost feel a bit guilty about going Grunt to dump Speech given how little it's used rather than just going merc but since I had a mental image of a kind of "Behind enemy lines" operative some of the merc negatives felt a bit wrong...))

[Unholy_Pariah]

Teach jack the controls for the thundertron.

Ask AM how much some sort of kinetic dampener for my exosuit would cost, both technological and chemical variants.
Buy Microwave manipulator.

[Pancaek]

"Fuck, I think part of my fingertips melted off."
"At least we ain't cooking anymore"
"What's that hissing noise?"
"Best case scenario, poison gas"
"How, again, is that a best case scenario"
"Think, ya dingus. We don't have lungs anymore. Worst case scenario, a fuckton of tnt is going to go off."
"TnT? really?"
"Gotta stick with the classics, man"

Try to make a sphere of force around me to negate incoming force or shrapnel, pray that it's just poison gas, becasue I have no lungs anyway

[Radio Controlled]

((@ Phoenix: welcome to the crew, we can always use more dead meat cannon fodder.

And don't worry about the speech skill dumping, neither the HMRC nor ARM has ever been big on talking before shooting.
If you want, you can go to the wiki (see link in my sig) and read the new player introduction, if ya want.
Oh, and do you want to join next mission? If yes, assault team ok?))