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[Spaghetti7]

Carl stands again, turning to Serat.
"What do you have in mind? Maybe we can't run the blockade yet, but we can damn well kill these guys. Maybe attacking a camp?" He turns to the others.
"I saw some of your looks. You think I'm mad. My parents were killed because of the blockade. My parents died for this stupid thing. So you all have fun smuggling pencils into the Underearth, and I'd love to see where that gets you in this place."

((Do we get all of our classes things, or do we need to specify?))

[Skyrunner]

((Specialists get everything in their list.))

[Draignean]

    Ruark gave a short barking laugh about the zealot's pencil comment. "Damn straight. Can turn quite a ticket on those black market pencils, better prices on illegal beagles, but they tend to yap when you stuff them in a guitar box," Johnny Ruark said dryly. "I don't care about your family issues, and considering that everyone in this room is a smuggler of one kind or another, I don't think you're going to find a lot of pity. We all grew up hard. Yeah, I'm going to smuggle, take the low-risk jobs as I can, talk and run my way out of danger. I ain't a killer, and I don't owe the cartel my life."
   Johnny shrugged, sighing a little at the burning fire in the other smuggler's eyes. "Your parents gave you a life, I don't know if it was a good one or a hellish one, but it does make their lives a little pointless if you throw yours away over vengeance. Still," Johnny added in his usual, lighter, tone, "it'd make a fine song."
   His briefly serious expression now back to a cavalier grin, he turned to the woman cradling a heavy weapon like it was her very own baby. ((Jade)) "If by fun you mean parachuting down to a land that decided to make magic dominant over science, negotiating deals and/or stealing from people who would kill you given half a chance, then ascending the middle ocean on accident prone retrieval rockets, and finally selling the goods we bought and stole back to people who will cheerfully gouge us for every credit, then I've got a ten gallon barrel of fun with your name on it. That is," Ruark amended, "if you don't mind working with scales over there."

[Phantom of The Library]

James strode over to the table and examined each item in turn. After loading up and paying for everything he motioned to the robot that he wanted to talk to him while walking over to the Kitsune, You seem like the skilled type, he said to her, Any interest in a partnership?

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:James Shaw
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human


Appearance: James stands at about six feet in height, with black, spiky hair and goggles that are always pulled up onto the top of his head. (More detailed description to come)

Preferred weapon tree : Robotics


\|Ability focus|/
  Intelligence
  Dexterity


=]Skills[=
Improvisation: A natural talent for as well as years of figuring out how to make the right things from the wrong parts, has left him with a knack for finding substitutes for many machine parts out of what's lying around.

Calm Logical Thinker: Nothing really fazes him, and he keeps a calm head and analyzes any situation that he finds himself in.


Weapon: Semi-automatic pistol

+=Inventory=+
-LEGO kit
-R-78 Landrunner
Suicide Initiative
-R-70EZ Timebomb
-Emergency Landrunner Deployer
-Survival Kit
-Retrieval rocket
-Parachute
-Smokebomb
30 Credits

[Powder Miner]

Sevten turned to the man who had addressed him. "I was not originally a combat robot. However, upon rebuilding by the Cartel I was refitted as a combat robot, specificallly a Tactician or "Spitfire." As to teaming up... I will peak to another person first, but that seems like a reasonable request." Sevten then turned to the man who had beckoned to him, with goggles, and walked over.

[adwarf]

Shade listened as the others spoke, some made themselves sound crazy as they blabbed on about killing every Imperial they could, some about how they would go about their work, and some talked about grouping together. She mostly ignored them as they talked, taking the gear she saw fit, and placing it in her bag, in her gun holsters, or in the ammo belt she now had clipped across her shoulder hidden by a thin veil of dark cloth. As the man Carl spoke of his dead parents, and how that was the reason he despised the Imperials a thread in her head snapped, and with a suden flick of motion she had a revolver pressed against his head as she spoke, "You think your parents are the only ones that died, because of that blockade, is that why you despise the Imperials!? The reason you should despise them is for killing thousands, slaving the lower class as they choose, saying what laws must be followed, and breaking them when they see fit! What you should hate the Imperials for is the thousands of lives they have taken to hold together an Empire corrupt to its very core, weep for the thousands that have died, not for the death of two!"

Spoiler: The Shade (click to show/hide)

Name: Elius Letan AKA 'The Shade'
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Human

Bio: Elius Letan was born into the rich noble house Letan, who at the time were the greatest trading empire to have ever stood on Upper Earth, and stared out at all its glory. Their connections, and trading routes covered nearly all of the known Upper Earth itself, and from this stemmed the flow of gold, goods, and fame that made House Letan the most famous of the Noble Houses. Of course in there endeavors to create the empire that House Letan was they made many friends, but just as many enemies who haunted them in the shadows. At the age of five Elius was a well learned child, reading & writing at a level twice her age, and moving with a speed and grace no one expected of her despite such a small fragile looking frame.

At the age of six she began to obsess with the mysteries of Robotics, and technology that few others held, she spent days and night tucked away in little makeshift workshops as she messed with the wonders of technology, and her life was wonderful, and full. But at the age of seven it all ended, the plot against her House by their many enemies finally spun into action, at night dozens of Clockwork Sentries, and hired mercs stormed her House's keep, and slayed every man, child, and woman within its walls ... that is all but Elius. Elius alone survived that faithful night, and not long after her life took her to the Cartel to gain the revenge she so rightfully desired ...

Appearance: A tall light skinned beauty, Elius Letan, her eyes are a deep ocean blue, and her hair a deep black cut short to allow movement. After the death of her house she began to wear hooded cloaks, and robes of the darkest black to hide her appearance from all who could see, the rings and jewelry she once wear now replaced by a dark iron chain with a single silver ring held on it. On that ring is a single inscription, "Beware the night, and the beast of the shadow."

Preferred weapon tree : Robotics

Ability focus: (pick two)
Dexterity
Intelligence

Inventory:
Dual Revolvers
Survival Kit
Five Smoke Bombs
Ammo Belt
LEGO kit (Lectric Ebullient Gunnery Operations kit. Standard equipment for robotics.)
R-78 Landrunner
Suicide Initiative
R-70EZ Timebomb
Emergency Landrunner Deployer

Skills:

Tech-Adept: Elius has a strange affinity with technology, and firearms that few have ever seen, her skills at making machines, adapting arms, and much more astounds that of many.

Trained Assassin

[monk12]

Dorian let out a low, raspy chuckle as he listened to the byplay of his new acquaintances. Leaning towards Ruark, he murmured "Some of these folks seem to be a few sprockets short of a Landrunner, eh? Oh, sorry, my name- the circles I'm used to, folks aren't too forthcoming with identifying information. Dorian Chronis, at your service, expert roboticist and ace pilot extraordinaire! Pleased to make your acquaintance, Johnny."

Stepping back, his gaping grin includes Jade in the conversation. "Well! I don't know as ten gallons is quite enough fun to go around, milady, but I suppose if you're going to bring your baby there with you then I'm willing to share."

Spoiler: Dorian Chronis (click to show/hide)

Name: Dorian Chronis
Gender: M
Age: 20
Race: Dragonoid

Appearance: Dorian is short for a Dragonoid, not even six feet high, with a wiry frame. His metallic grey scales are traced with fine scars and small burns from his years of mechanic work.
Short bio: Considered a runt by the other Dragonoids, Dorian preferred to spend his time building and racing mecha- he could build those as big and strong as he wanted! Unfortunately, mech racing is an expensive hobby; unable to sustain himself on the circuit without a sponsor, Dorian turned to the Cartel for funding. His quick reactions and elusive nature made him well suited for the life of a smuggler, and Dorian found the thrill and excitement of such missions surpassed that of the racing world. Now, Dorian hopes to test his skills against the greatest challenges the blockade can present him.

Preferred weapon tree: Robotics

Ability focus: Intelligence + Dexterity

Skills

Ace Pilot- Dorian is an expert at handling mechanical vehicles with precision and poise, whether on land, sea or earth!

Expert Mechanic- Dorian has a good understanding of how mechanical things operate from years of building and customizing his own mechas.

Inventory
Credits- 20
LEGO kit (Lectric Ebullient Gunnery Operations kit. Standard equipment for robotics.)
R-78 Landrunner
Suicide Initiative
R-70EZ Timebomb
Emergency Landrunner Deployer

Survival Kit
Retrieval Rocket x2
Parachute

Bowgun

[Draignean]

"A few sprockets short," Ruark murmured back to Dorian, "would be the understatement of the century. Well, in spite of the plethora of crazy, it's a pleasure to meet you Dorian. I don't know if I can say that I'm an expert or an ace at anything, but I know how to put on a show, and I know how to make myself look like anyone." Ruark snorted quietly as he recalled a particularly interesting request. "Even you, given enough time and adequate cosmetics."

((A Heavy Weapons Girl -If Wolfchild wants to join up-, a Mechtech Pilot, and a socialite oriented gunner/grenadier. We need anyone else?))

[Skyrunner]

Location : The Cartel, auxiliary base 56-&e
Time : 1530 Imperial time, fifth day of the fourth month, year 5660

Just as Shade raises her gun and finishes her mini-speech, the same man - or is he? It is hard to tell in bright light - enters and raises an eyebrow.

"Girl, if you lower that gun right now, I'll forget about it. Keep it up for another second or two, and you'll have a nice meeting with Mrs. Steel Pointy Bullet and Steel Exploding Bullet here. Don't ever forget that the Cartel is completely filled with only the most fit; even the highest man has once been a field operator . . . Anyhow." He clears his throat before speaking again.

"I hope you've all wrote down what you have. Accurate records won't do you any good, but inaccurate ones can and will harm you. You all have access to the full facilities of auxiliary base 56-dash-epsilon-ampersand, along with a small list of other bases of the Cartel. You are free to move among all bases you have permission to. The list is in the lounge.
"Now, what if you stumble upon a Cartel base you don't have access to? The first thing I suggest you do is drop anything you may be holding and sloowly back away. Barring that, make sure to not be threatening, or your parents or significant ones may greet a ... 'significantly' less substantial version of yourself.
"'That's all and good, Mr. Cartel Person,' you say, 'now what do I do next?' Like I have state one hour six minutes before, you -are- free to do whatever you may choose. But-" - he emphasized 'but' with a raised finger - "- I hope you don't go running off into Sky Tower like the little steam train who could. I suggest that you start with a simple, low-profile smuggling, or make yourself useful in a raid or trade escort. You could also try and make your own independent connections: risky, yes, but if you set up a good network, the Cartel may pay to buy that from you.
"I must be boring you. You are free to go. I, or another Cartel representative, shall be meeting you in about one month."

He turned to go, before stopping and adding,
"Ah, one last thing - use the term 'grocery store' whenever you are not in a secure Cartel base. Finally, please do submit a group listing (however temporary it may be) as soon as possible."

He exited through a door that hissed open before him.

The lounge is to the opposite side.

Be sure to record anything you don't want me to forget, like what items you got, how much you earned, your HP . . .

Write down the fact that you each have 20/20 HP.

(On this paper is written the names and coordinates of the basic clearance bases.)

Auxiliary Base 56-e& : The base you are in.
Auxiliary Base 58-e+ : A base to the south, near the Sky Tower.
Auxiliary Base 01-w : The closest auxiliary base to the Imperial City.
Auxiliary Base 01-w^ : Another auxiliary base near the Imperial City.
Relay Base FFFFF : The only relay base a basic-cleared Cartel member can access. Relay bases have better services and more high-paying missions as a whole.

(On another board in the lounge is a short list of missions that are waiting to be taken.)

Note: The first number indicates the type of mission. The second number and third number indicate the predicted difficulty. The last number is the minimum people required. If a special character is appended to the mission code, please consult a senior Cartel member.

Mission 0x105324	Salesman	Sell ten packages of high-quality gunpowder to the Tabatan government, a regular customer. Must be discreet.
Mission 0x11A334&&	Payment	A certain 'friend' of ours' in the Underearth, one person by the name of Frawda Whey,  has dared to not pay for the Cartel's goods. Go make her an offer she can't refuse.
Mission 0xFFFFFF+++	Blockade - Endgame	Solve the blockade of Sky Tower once and for all.
Mission 0xF0D121	Breakthrough	The Imperial Library has been conducting research on the Sky Tower's blockaders secretly, spreading out the information to various labs. One of them is very lightly guarded as part of the ruse. Enter, extract, and obliterate.
Mission 0x203B82	Where's My Rations?	Destroy or retrieve the supplies of an outlying Imperial post. It will probably be very lightly guarded, by the newbies of the squad.
Mission 0x40B752	The Flower Killer (code name)	The Cartel Research and Development Branch Foxtrot requires the cores of a number of elementals to finish its new MOO-platform weapon chip.
Mission 0x512032/=	'Friends'	The Imperial Thorns and Flowers as a whole are clean, but some individuals are inclined towards the Cartel. Pay a visit to one of them and check up on their loyalty situation. Be sure to take the Imperial uniform from the armory. It would not be wise to waltz into an Imperial stronghold in a wildlander's clothes.

The Cartel also encourages you to take initiative and strike out on an independent venture. Note that any losses taken during said ventures is solely your responsibility.

Armory
Ballistics lab
Bowling alley
Communications room
Dormitories
Factory
Grocery store
Hangar
Medical clinic
Offices
Survival shop
Vehicle garage
Warehouse

[adwarf]

As Shade looked over the missions she spoke up, "Anyone interested in helping me with Mission 0x203B82?"

[Tiruin]

((Hoo boy, lots of stuff to catch up. Rangers don't have specialist equipment, alrighty.  Also, yay! I can defy physics! ))

Spoiler: Syra Liene (click to show/hide)

Gender: Female
Age: 17
Race: Kitsune
Preferred weapon tree: Ranger
Credits: 10

Dual Revolvers
Survival Kit
Parachute
Sinker
5 Smokebombs
3 Sticky C-4s
10 Baloon Bombs

Short bio : Syra grew up in a harsh environment, one of the sectors of the Upperearth, and grew thus: a female of hardy will and flexible attitude, her years have come and gone with the rigors of experience pressed deep into her psyche - common sense being the primary. After her fifteenth year, she decided to put her life and training to good use; for though she wasn't able enough to fit into the military, she served in her own way: a vigilante of the streets. Her only item that mattered to her being her own body and a gun she picked up by other Kitsune as a gift they'd received, useful for close quarters combat. Eventually, she was caught up with the Cartel, or was it she that caught up to them?
Appearance
Human: Before you is a woman of five and a half feet tall. Her complexion is light, complementing her eyes, shaded deep brown, and long black hair tied into a braid at the back and falling until shoulder-length. She is lean in figure and has a small, white scar on her left cheek. She usually wears light common attire, preferring colors of blue.

Kitsune: With light brown fur, a fox-like humanoid stands before you at six feet in height. A single fluffy tail is seen from behind her, almost as long as the whole length of her lower body. Her gender cannot be precisely mentioned by humans, as they have trouble distinguishing without the 'normal' female features. She is still in the same lightweight common attire, though, now with a white band stretching down both her arms, ending at the back of her hands. It's origin is uncertain, as at the arm base, it blends in with the fur.

Ability focus:
  Strength
  Dexterity

Skills :
  Martial Arts
  Parkour

Standard combat moves
Kneekick
Fastest gun <inherent>
Rising Shot
Machkick
Revolver panning <inherent>

Ranger moves often defy the laws of physics; specifically the law of action and equal reaction.
Each ranger move has a cost and a score. The cost is how easy it is to do that move, while the score tells you how much the next move may cost.

You cannot use the same move two times in a row. Additionally, it costs twice as much (or +1, whichever is higher) to use the same move twice in one combo.

Regular firing - 0/0
Kneekick - 1/4, strike the enemy hard enough to send him flying.
Fastest gun <inherent> - Not a move. This ability lets you quickly draw your gun in any situation, unless you are helpless or unable to move.
Rising shot - 1/4, the bullet you shoot flings the enemy high when it hits, opening him up for another move.
Revolver panning <inherent> - Not a move. This ability lets you fire one additional bullet when shooting using the 'regular firing' action, or two additional bullets with a revolver. Handcannons do not receive the benefit of this ability.
Machkick - 0/1, Deliver a kick that has a velocity near the speed of sound, snapping the enemy backwards and sometimes stunning him. The enemy often does not have time to prepare for a machkick.

Weapon firing speed:
Revolver 3/round

Cartel profit cut :
  50% commission
  20% housing & upkeep
  19% pyramid commission
  10% Imperial tax

= 1% for ye. Can improve profit cuts by doing great (in the Cartel's opinion, which usually involves either killing Imperial Thorns/Flowers, or making unexpectedly large profit) deeds.

Syra stood inconspicuously behind the other nine, against the backwall of the shady room, picking two revolvers as her equipment while spending about ninety of her precious credits for the rest. She stayed silent as she listened to the rest, picking out hints of personality and ideas. None of them were of her kin, preferring tech and weapon acumen. The body was the perfect weapon, most didn't realize, it only needed to be honed to ensure it's constant use. Nevertheless, she was surprised and impressed by the inclinations of the others, for they were driven by a common cause.

Before this, she was surprised to see the amount of people interested with this prospect, of motley origins and birth. She'd bet none of them knew about her 'other half' as she did appear perfectly human, or even attempt to speak with her. It was for the better anyway, she guessed, they were all here for one cause only - the Sky Tower barricade, and that was to fall no matter what. Personal friendships and alliances were second priority.

Though she did consider the latter very much until the Cartel Member spoke again.

She then picked up a scrap of paper and wrote on it, indicating her name after a small note.

Syra Liene - Ranger

After doing such, she placed the paper down on the nearest holding receptacle and leaned on the backwall, crossing her arms while waiting.

[Spaghetti7]

Looking at the mission board, Carl realised he may have to start a bit smaller than he had hoped. He turned to Shade.
"Unfortunatly yes, I would be interested, although we may have very different approaches.
Unless, Serat, you want to strike out and find us a camp?"

[wolfchild]

Facing Rurark Jade speaks

I like the idea of low risk jobs, and even if we would move on to more risky operations later we need a shakedown run of any team so we know how each-other can function, so yeah I will provide fire support for you, my name is jade and this here Emphasising her big gun Is Cecil, don't let him say hello to you

Also what do each of the heavy weapons do> Especially the Cannonball Technique

Jade walks up, cradling her beloved Cecil, Claiming  A semi automatic Pistol, and a Handcannon for use when Cecil is too close, and then purchasing a survival kit and a set each of smoke bombs and balloon bombs stashing the other 50 credits for later use. "Hey boys, I don't rightly care what mission I go on just try and make it a little fun ok?"

Spoiler: Jade Tesserect (click to show/hide)

Name: Jade Tesserect
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Therian (Description follows, count as a normal human if you do not like the race)
{Therians seem to be born to normal humans both rarely and randomly. Mostly they appear human, however they have small animal traits (always the same animal in the same therian, but there is no set animal), when these traits can be disguised, therians typically live like humans. Otherwise a small but noticeable amount of the population consider therians mentally deficient and treat them accordingly.}

Short bio : Born in a relatively well-to-do settlement, Jade grew up asking two main questions, why and how; mostly about mechanical objects. She showed the promise of growing up to become a great technician, but this changed when her town, which lay on a major trade route was attacked by a group she could not identify (not a weird shadow organisation, she just did not know). This organisation raided the town for it's wealth and after the easily liquidated assets were taken, the raiders left. Jade helped to rebuild the town but her technical know-how was re-directed, she started working with weapons.  Eventually she creates Cecil; a prototype heavy weapon, which, by utilising a special software, can assimilate other weaponry, identify common components, and as a whole, weigh less than all the weapons it can simulate (but still more than any individual weapon). Once she made Cecil she left to get military training, not wanting to be helpless ever again; but over time she became jaded and started to look out for herself as a top priority, then she found the Cartel, or perhaps it was the Cartel who found her.

Appearance: Jade has a wiry build that disguises her strength, her red hair is cropped to neck length. Her eyes are steel grey, but reflect light like those of a wolf(or just steel grey eyes if you don't like therians). Jade almost always sports bruises from when she bangs into things as a daily occurrence.

Preferred weapon tree : Heavy Weapons

Ability focus:
  Strength
  Intelligence

Skills :
Weapon Technology (Understands how to create and maintain advanced weapons
Behemoth Training (Has training in the use of Heavy or Powered armour)

Inventory
 - MOO Platform (Named Cecil)
 - M-137 gatling gun chip
 - M-3 flamethrower chip
 - Cannonball technique
 - Steyr AMR
 - 5 Smokebombs
 - Survival Kit
 - 10 Balloon Bombs

50 Credits

Cartel profit cut :
  50% commission
  20% housing & upkeep
  19% pyramid commission
  10% Imperial tax

= 1% for ye. Can improve profit cuts by doing great (in the Cartel's opinion, which usually involves either killing Imperial Thorns/Flowers, or making unexpectedly large profit) deeds.

[Phantom of The Library]

Feeling as if he had done this before, James walked over to the woman leaning on the wall, unaware that the robot was already finished talking to the other man, You seem like the skilled type, he said to her, Any interest in a partnership?

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:James Shaw
HP:20/20

Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Human


Appearance: James stands at about six feet in height, with black, spiky hair and goggles that are always pulled up onto the top of his head. (More detailed description to come)

Preferred weapon tree : Robotics


\|Ability focus|/
  Intelligence
  Dexterity


=]Skills[=
Improvisation: A natural talent for as well as years of figuring out how to make the right things from the wrong parts, has left him with a knack for finding substitutes for many machine parts out of what's lying around.

Calm Logical Thinker: Nothing really fazes him, and he keeps a calm head and analyzes any situation that he finds himself in.


Weapon: Semi-automatic pistol

+=Inventory=+
-LEGO kit
-R-78 Landrunner
Suicide Initiative
-R-70EZ Timebomb
-Emergency Landrunner Deployer
-Survival Kit
-Retrieval rocket
-Parachute
-Smokebomb
30 Credits

[cerapa]

Serat answers to Carls question: "Not really. 0x203B82 sounds decent." He turns towards Shade. "Im in," but then notices something: "But I better grab a gun first."

Took a revolver and bowgun.

Spoiler: Fixed Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Serat Palitra
Gender: Male
Health: 20/20 HP
Age: 18
Race: Human

Short bio: While the Cartel mostly deals in technology, it also gets a few more "exotic" requests. Serat was one of those requests. Born to an ex-smuggler. Ex due to losing a leg in his last run. His lost leg left him unable to run the blockade, and left him stranded on the Underearth. He was a roboticist, and took the change harshly. The more primitive Underearth seemed like a deathtrap at best. And so, he was forced to settle down in a place he hated. A while later, he had a son. He scrounged up whatever money he could and got back in contact with the Cartel, to save his son from this hellish place. And so Serat was sent to live in the Upperearth.
Sadly Serats father had left no instructions on who to leave him with. And the Cartel had no choice but to take the boy in. And so he has lived his life. Raised by the Cartel, but mostly acting as a lackey and messenger. But he has learned a few tricks to complement his stature.
Appearance: Relatively tall, with unkempt brown hair. He wears practical clothes, but also a tie and other things more commonly seen in higher-class people. This leaves him looking relatively mismatched, but complements the way he moves. Every few second he seems to look behind himself to make sure he is not followed, and prepares to pounce on anything that is, but at all other times, he acts as if standing among nobility.


Preferred weapon tree: Generalist ("Can I take your old gun? No? Damn, means I need to use a crowbar again.")

MOO platform
M-3 flamethrower chip
Frost bullets
Steyr AMR
R-78 Landrunner
Survival Kit
5x Smokebombs
Revolver
Bowgun

Credits: 60

Ability focus:
  Intelligence ("You fine gentlemen arent Imperials, right?")
  Dexterity ("Cause Imperials are good people, that certainly wouldnt be interested in the letter I just ate while you werent looking.)

Skills:
  Smooth talker ("No, I swear I am not carrying secret messages to the cartel!")
  Sprinter ("But guessing by those guns pointed at me, you dont believe me.")

Cartel profit cut:
  50% commission
  20% housing & upkeep
  19% pyramid commission
  10% Imperial tax