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[Ross Vernal]

You wake up on a desert-like planet, dressed only in your stinksuit (it doesn't really smell as bad as it sounds), with your blaster carbine at your side. Rubbing your eyes and taking a drink from the water pockets, you groan and rise to your feet. You can hear your fellow Tribal warriors going about their morning rituals, and your melee weapon at your side.

Wait, what was your tribe again? And what was your callsign?

Uhg... too much drinking last night. You guzzle more water and palm a headache tablet.

The options are:
Diamond Sword - Kind of an aloof, vaguely Asian-themed tribe with Zen elements. Newest of the Tribes.
Blood Eagle - Militant, brutal traditionalists originally sent to dominate for the Empire. Second oldest Tribe.
Children of the Phoenix - Brash, daring, and loyal descendants of the original Settlers. Oldest Tribe.
Starwolf - A confederacy of small independent tribes with a penchant for piracy and honor.


[Loosely based off of Starsiege Tribes, of course! ]

[10ebbor10]

I actually thought this was going to be a Dune like thingy. Seems there are more settings with tribal people in suits on a desert planet. There's probably some sort of precious resource too(except from water, of course).


Anyway: Starwolf

[sayaks]

Diamond sword

[jaxy15]

Blood Eagle.

[cerapa]

There's probably some sort of precious resource too(except from water, of course).

If playing Tribes: Ascend has taught me anything besides how to go fast, then its that flags are the most important resource in the world. After stealing enough flags from another tribe, they simply surrender from shame. Or perhaps flags are some form of ultra-powerful solar battery that needs to be put in semi-exposed places. When you run out of flags then your ships fall out of the sky.

I vote blood eagle.

[Pokon]

Blood Eagle.

[Hubris Incalculable]

[[yet another game in the recent "you are" binge? ]]

You are Chronik, an Eagle.

[Ross Vernal]

You think about it a little bit. Man, you REALLY drank a LOT last night. Your head throbs.

You recall that you are on a small desert planet named, imaginatively enough, Desert Planet Y-24. It's a tiny insignificant world, aside from the fact that it is hosting the Firetruce, a (mostly) peaceful meeting between the Four Great Tribes and their small tribal  "independent" allies.

It's a cause for festivities, feuds, competitions, the occasional capture-the-flag almost-live-fire tournaments you recall having done well in before, marketplaces, secret underground death arenas, street plays, and most importantly, POLITICS. Treaties have been forged and broken here, marriages arranged and affairs revealed, and history has otherwise been made here.

Also, there's lots of alcohol and bragging. And the Grand Duel.

You are pretty sure you're a Blood Eagle, but you still don't remember your name. Either way, the familiar weight of your monomolecular kataars with a stylized red eagle holding the fasces and a blaster reassure you if your tribe. Yours is an ancient and proud order - in the Cybrid siege on Old Earth, the Order of the Blood Eagle distinguished itself with its HERC pilots and brutal efficiency in the North American theater.

There's more, but oh Gods, your head.

You still have no idea what your name is, but you recall that you go by Chronik. Yeah, that's who you are. You feel a lot less hung over, and get to your feet, idly brushing dust off of yourself. What was today? Oh yeah. Next week, it ends - in the meantime, you have this morning to yourself before parade and various competitions. You're thinking about joining a few of them. After all, you are skilled in whatever it is that you do - your blaster has quite a few kill notches on it, and some of them are yours.

You go outside and look around. There is everything that you had thought of for some reason or another available. As you start to go out of the way, a quartermaster's aide stops you.

"Chronik. You forgot to turn in your inventory request again."

Oh, yeah. You smile at her and turn back around to your bunk to submit your requests, thinking about what you're going to do as soon as you finish this stupid PAPERWORK.

Code: [Select]

Armor - Peltast (Light, cannot wield Mortar or Inventory Packs, can use Cloak and Laser Rifle, can pilot Hovercycle, 3 weapons), Hoplite (Medium, cannot wield Mortar, cannot pilot Hovercycle, 4 weapons), Myrmidon (Heavy, cannot pilot, can wield Mortar, cannot use Cloak, 5 weapons)
Pack - Energy, Repair, Sensor Jammer, Shield, Cloak, Ammo, Satchel Charge, Deployable Inventory Station
Role -
Combat Specialization -
Non-Combat Specialization
You wonder why weapons aren't available, and briefly wonder about the new generation of suits and weapons coming out in the next year or so. You've heard promising things from the Sabot-Styx Tribe of weaponsmiths, one of your allies, and The Forge of Hephaestus, the only actual independent tribe. And fuck those Daughters of Iron the Starwolf have. You wouldn't trust their junk in a thousand years!

[Hubris Incalculable]

Armour - Peltast
Pack - Sensor Jammer, Cloak, Energy, Satchel Charge
Role - Covert Operations
Combat Specialization - Sniper
Non-Combat Specialization - Tech Sabotage

[Ross Vernal]

Oh, right, you're a sniper. You file your requests by order of preference, then set out to the general area of the Firetruce, surronded by your tribal buddies. Mostly, you're interested in armor CPU upgrades, relevant maintenance products, and weaponry, but you're reasonably certain that you'd be able to find just about anything you looked for.

You stand before the holodisplayed map panel, noticing the solar arrays providing power. The area is roughly divided into uneven sections loosely based on what goes on there, as well as having a shuttleport and hangar off to the side. Simply put, there is Entertainment to the west, the General Market directly behind the display, the Exhibition Arena at the geographic center, various Barracks and Temporary Holdfasts located around to house warriors and civilians, the Industrial Sector (mostly where Tribal weaponry and tech is sold, but lots and lots of actual production and processing), the Spaceport, and lastly, the Mechanic's Bay.

You know that if you inquire around here and there, someone can lead you to the Secret Underground Arenas for harder drinks, easier women, gambling, and, of course, secret underground dueling pits ranging from "first to bleed, loses" to "first to die, loses".

[Hubris Incalculable]

Check how much money/credits/buying power we have, while heading to the industrial sector to get a lovely laser rifle (if it's within our means, of course).

[Ross Vernal]

You're not quite sure how much money you have, but you do know that the "buy a Mk. III suit" eats up most of your pay. Still, you should have enough credit left over to buy a bit of weaponry. You shrug and make your way to the Industrial sector.

Oddly enough, it seems that the Minor Tribes have their fronts closed. With a shrug, you proceed past and into the open market, where you locate a functional Diamond Sword Artemis-class Laser Rifle. It's on the older side and a bit bulky, but you know well enough that this particular model has a tiny bit more range than the later models. Unfortunately, you lack your armor at this particular moment, but one of the vendors is kind enough to loan you a pair of binoculars as he puts a nice big hole in a can several kilometers away.

Aside from your "Mk. III Suit Credit" you are reasonably certain that you can buy a good warharness (pretty much, a holster), some better opticks, or the Renegades Servo Override Code. Of course, you are a little skeptical of the latter - there have been quite a few documented cases of warriors who ripped their joints apart and caused serious permanent injuries by overriding the safety parameters of their armors' performance.  Nanotech can only go so far.

[Hubris Incalculable]

((so - you were a bit unclear - was the gun bought or not?))

The warharness and the optics sound like a good buy.

[Ross Vernal]

You own the rifle, yes. You simply cannot shoot it outside of Light Armor due to massive, massive energy requirements.

You look around for opticks and some war harnesses. The best of either you can find is expensive enough to prevent you from buying one or the other. The optics you are looking at have an infrared option and 30x zoom as opposed to 20x; the warharness is a sticky patch of nanites applied to the back of the armor that keep weapons attached and easily deploy-able, as opposed to your current nylon/plas physical harness.

[Hubris Incalculable]

It isn't necessary to have the very best yet - it won't hurt to buy a sub-optimal version of each and buy better ones later, would it?