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[Dorsidwarf]

//recieving encrypted file//

[Radio Controlled]

((Welcome to the crew Dorsi, with our upcoming battle we'll need all the cannon fodder valuable comrades we have.

Also, nice chart, but I think PW will appreciate ir if you also post it in a regular text version, so he can just copy-paste it into his documents.
Do you want to join next mission? If yes, assault team ok?))

[Phoenix Flame]

((@ 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?))

((Thanks, and sure, stick me wherever, assuming I get the ok from Piecewise, whilst by choice Angel is telling me he'd prefer defense he's also the kind of person who'd take on an avatar of war with a sharp rock if ordered to... he's not a Sod don't get me wrong but a lot of that military indoctrination is liable to transfer over (just don't make the mistake that corporate official made I'd hate to have him use the ship he's assaulting as a KKV on his first mission... I'd have to think up a new character then )

[Dorsidwarf]

Spoiler: For piecewise. Reads as less clinical than the sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Dern Hernau
Age:26
Gender:M
Appearance: 5’9’’ high, dark brown hair, this guy looks really average. Well, Except for all the scars on his   knuckles and the broken nose.
Personal information: A worker at a fusion plant by day, martial artist by night, this guy got into lots of competitions and tonnes of fights. He even won some of them. This note on his profession seems strange, given that he has no idea of the workings of power plants. At all.
Reason assigned to HMRC: One count of criminal negligence and six hundred thousand counts of manslaughter due to reactor failure caused by him taking a personal half-day. Some people said that in fact this is the wrong file, and that he signed up in the mistaken impression that the HMRC was a fight club. These people have been reassigned.
Profession: Physimancer
Stats:
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 10
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 0
Willpower: 2

Skills:
Speech: 0
Intuition: 0 (-1 prof)
Handiwork: 0
Conventional Weapons: 1
Unconventional Weapons: 3 (+1 prof)
Exotic weapons:
Auxiliary systems: 1
Medical tech:0

[WhitiusOpus]

((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

((So... A Space Marine ? .))

[GreatWyrmGold]

((HERESY!
But yeah, I can see your point. Clearly a Dark Angel.))

[Dorsidwarf]

((HERESY!
But yeah, I can see your point. Clearly a Dark Angel.))

Not like it says so in the first four lines or something.

[WhitiusOpus]

((HERESY!
But yeah, I can see your point. Clearly a Dark Angel.))

Not like it says so in the first four lines or something.

((

Spoiler: sheet (click to show/hide)

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

What makes you say that?))

[Parisbre56]

((coughOcoughOcoughCcoughThreadCough))

[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

((So... A Space Marine ? .))

((Heh, weirdly I wasn't thinking of space marines when I created this... I mean I'm a 40k nut so it may have been filtering around in my head but that wasn't actually my inspiration... what I was thinking of was actually creating something as a bit of a counterpoint to Jim... as well as playing with a few ideas based on Sods. Whereas Jim is a clone bred for combat who is steadily becoming more... "human" for want of a better term with a keen sense of morality, I wanted to go the other way: someone who voluntarily gave up their humanity for war, for potentially good reasons but was in some ways consumed by it. Also I rather liked the idea of a project starting to create better soldiers then realising the truth of the maxim "When all you have is a hammer, the whole world begins to look like a nail": hence the whole mine thing: the MGAXTs will do exactly what you tell them, and unlike sods they have enough creativity left from their original personalities to handle... what I suppose you might call "Out of paradigm" problems... it's just that they tend to do it by throwing more explosives at it if possible, they generally have a bit of a hard time getting their heads around non-combat scenarios, not that they *can't* just that it simply isn't likely to occur to them, once they have the idea they can run with it a bit but this is one reason the program failed: Tell an MGA that they need to locate additional food for the mess hall and you're liable to find they've deployed an armoured cavalry division to lock down the local supermarket and ransack it for supplies.

Similarly the "Dark Angel" Callsign wasn't based on the space marine chapter (although I'll freely admit the Phoenix Reapers did get a bit Space Marine-y towards the end... though I'd like to think of that as convergent evolution, remember how Steve said he did what he did because that was his purpose, what he was created for? It's somewhere back in the archives when someone asked him, The Reapers were the same: they were created for war, and were left unable to really handle anything else hence the massive suicide rates on discharge), it was more the idea of the "Fallen Angel" I wanted: the best of intentions but possibly the worst of outcomes and after a while you're left in so deep that you can't find your way back. but yeah paris is right, I'm happy to talk more about the character but it probably ought to be in OOC)) 

[piecewise]

"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.

Alright so...this button makes it...oh god, oh god, why is it programmed to to do backflips?! Maybe this button? No that just plays music!

I assume this is a dynamic bonus thing.

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.

Hmm gonna roll
[6]
Well apparently Martin Luther King jr was a magistar. So was Abraham Lincoln. Huh.

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.

Sure.

((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!

(It has an on off button, is dull gray, the filament is about as visible as a human hair is, it does hum. I assumed you were just looking for secrets.)

Inside the capsule is something odd. It's a long, smoothed, black object, almost like a laser rifle but with the corners smoothed and much larger and longer. It has no visible detail along it's sleek form, other then a giant, partially enclosed grip and trigger at the back and a dial on the side just before the grip. The dial has no writing or numbers or anything; it just has faintly glowing colored sections that it can click between. Red, orange, yellow Green, blue, indigo and Violet.

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

To VR you go. You are no longer drunk as a skunk.

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.))

ok, before we get into any of that, you realize you're gonna have to murder someone to get that stuff right? Probably Lukas. God help you if you have to fight his other friend.

((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

Well, fair bit of stasis dementia there but it's not really a problem! The present is the thing that matters, after all!

You flop, naked and goo covered, out of a stasis pod in the barracks.

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.

Now,when you say "Kinetic Dampener" do you mean an automanip or a suit made of bubble wrap?

Micro manip bought.

"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

oh...forgot you were a robot. Hmm. This round is gonna a bit too easy. Lets move on to the next.

A voice comes on. It sounds like it's coming through a speaker, though you can't see any.

"3. 2. 1..."

//recieving encrypted file//

I applaud the extra effort but would you mind putting that in text form so I can copy paste it into my notes rather then transcribe it by hand?

Spoiler: For piecewise. Reads as less clinical than the sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Dern Hernau
Age:26
Gender:M
Appearance: 5’9’’ high, dark brown hair, this guy looks really average. Well, Except for all the scars on his   knuckles and the broken nose.
Personal information: A worker at a fusion plant by day, martial artist by night, this guy got into lots of competitions and tonnes of fights. He even won some of them. This note on his profession seems strange, given that he has no idea of the workings of power plants. At all.
Reason assigned to HMRC: One count of criminal negligence and six hundred thousand counts of manslaughter due to reactor failure caused by him taking a personal half-day. Some people said that in fact this is the wrong file, and that he signed up in the mistaken impression that the HMRC was a fight club. These people have been reassigned.
Profession: Physimancer
Stats:
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 10
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 0
Willpower: 2

Skills:
Speech: 0
Intuition: 0 (-1 prof)
Handiwork: 0
Conventional Weapons: 1
Unconventional Weapons: 3 (+1 prof)
Exotic weapons:
Auxiliary systems: 1
Medical tech:0

Just like that. Cool. Welcome aboard. You know anything thats going on or need an overview?

[Parisbre56]

((@PW: Thanks for the info.))

((You know what this means right? Dual wielding heavy lasers! Or whatever that thing is. Hopefully, it won't self destruct. Hmmm.... colours.... portal gun? Maybe it has a shield function? Maybe it's something like an oversized Lawgiver! Hope one of the settings is non-lethal.))

I can handle this with the battlesuit, right?

First things first. Equip the thing. Empty my head and focus on it. Does it talk to me or do anything to my mind? You can never be too careful with that alien (or sufficiently advanced human) stuff.

Look inside the barrel of the gun. Can I see anything inside?

In what position is the dial right now? If it's nothing or in some quantum state of not-chosen/null then choose Green.((May the green of Steve aid me.))

See whether or not you can choose mixtures of adjacent colors or if it can only be one color at a time.
((EDIT: Oh, wait a minute. It goes with the RYB model, right? That's nice. That means the "combinations" are already there, in a way. Wonder why it has two combinations of blue and red...))
EDIT:Does that mean that the color change is gradient or are they distinct colors?

Find an unimportant far away rock (or better yet, rock formation) to shoot at, ask Steve if it's ok to shoot it and if yes, shoot it. Make sure to get into cover and steady myself before firing. Also ask Steve to be on standby with competent medical professionals (or HMRC medics if others can't be spared) in case this thing backfires.

After firing (assuming I'm still alive), check if the state of the dial has changed in any way. Is any color glowing less?

EDIT2: Do NOT use NAV's character as a firing range or for target practice.

((I love experimenting with new stuff!))

[Harry Baldman]

Exit VR. The Internet has failed me for the last time... well, today, anyway. Dance on out of the ship. It's time to go on real adventures! Until Steve/Mom/Sandy calls me back, if such a thing is likely to happen.

Look around for interesting fauna on the surface.

[HailFire]

Spoiler:  Relevant OOC@Piecewise (click to show/hide)

ok, before we get into any of that, you realize you're gonna have to murder someone to get that stuff right? Probably Lukas. God help you if you have to fight his other friend.

Yeah, I figured that might be the case, but Erin doesn't actually know that (or The Doctor), and she's not technically asking for the Doc to work on her- just look over the designs.

If she knew/someone told her this would incite a gladiatorial deathmatch, she'd definitely back down, since she's not terribly good at fighting. 

ED: If anyone else is in the infirmary, now might be a good time to intervene.

[Dorsidwarf]

((I'm only up to mission 9, so an update would be surely appreciated. Something about planetary defense?))

Crawl out of stasis. Try not to throw up.