Turn 1: X2 to Hell
The group moves with a weary pace to A2, to learn something more about getting to Atlas. Moving trough the corridors, the stream of people lessens, until only a handful of you are left. Seems that Atlas is not as popular as advertised. The group finally arrives at A2, it's quite a big room, though most of it is walled off by fences and behind it there is tons of equipment and weaponry. A muscled female soldier, with spicy short hair calls out to you. The badge on the side, reveals that she is the quartermaster. For those with military experience, quartermasters are people you want to keep as friends.
"More thrill seekers for Atlas eh? Or did the promises of adventure or great wealth attract you here? Whatever it is, let's see how fast you get back here from down there in a body bag. I'm the head quartermaster Lorraine of Atlas Prime. If you need any gear, you come here. Not you guys however, you guys gotta pay. By calling in orbital drops, I'm able to provide you the finest military grade equipment that we currently have for a small price."With an annoyed sigh.
"However, unfortunately. I'm forced to provide complimentary starter gear, as you guys opted to go down there. Orders from above. Lucky you."Lorraine inspects the things that you brought with you.
"Seems that you guys, are decently equipped compared to the others. But you won't accomplish much without any firepower. I will provide weapons proportional to your suits."Lorraine walks over to varying racks, gathering different guns, ammo and other goodies in a cart before hauling it back to you. She distributes the weapons and at the very end pulls out injector tubes.
"Luckily for us, the bigwigs did figure out that we cannot piss away money. You are mandated to be injected with a health tracker. It basically does nothing, until you roll over and die. Then it starts broadcasting your current location, followed by an attempt from us to recover your body and any gear that you have left there. Anything recovered will be claimed by us.""You can do it whenever you like, but before we ship you to Atlas. You will be checked for it. No tracker, no Atlas. Now with you all geared up and ready to go. You can head over to Hangar X2 and speak with Ghona. He will inform you about how to get to hell the quickest."Lorraine walks back to the counter.
"I also recommend checking out the bar. For many it's the last drink they'll have and there's plenty of fun to be had."
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Veliane "The Ebon Comet" Mirelante (Nakéen) "Finally there. Two more jumps and I would have puked my last diner... Section A-2 they said ? Let's go then."
Veliane heads toward Section A-2, too tired to think to anything else than a nice shower followed by a bed.
((Let's go with Gray/Grey then. Gray/Grey is nice. I just can't decide how to write it, but that's not important))
(-) After meeting a somewhat interesting person, you take your leave and head over to the housing quarters. You get a room from one of the terminals. The door slides open and you are met by a decent room. Nothing luxurious. A bed, toilet, nightdrawer, lamp, a side room with a water mist shower and a small display. You strip yourself of your gear, refreshen yourself and take a short nap.
Mari Bryan (Twinwolf) ((Assuming by text color you mean specifically speech...))
Mari seems just short of puking. "Bleh... jumps suck..." she says, before following everyone else.
To A2, with everyone else!
- Michelle "Honesty" Silver (AbstractTraitorHero) ((Purple okay))
Michelle cracks her neck her eyes displaying her current thoughts on the matter a firm Content.
Well now time to get a fucking move on.
head to A2,glare at the rest of them when I get there observe them thoroughly.
(-)Moving over to A2, you observe your squad. It's pretty clear that some of them are tired from the jumping and ready to hit the bed. One of the guys stands out, as he's quite joyful and eager to do something, whilst the other has a dead serious look and the face which speaks
"I've come here for work, not to fuck around".
Jet "Thunderfoot" Reiduum(Pencil_Art) Smiling like a greenhorn rookie, Jet walks with the rest to the designated position.
"Ha, ha. Jumping is always a nuisance, but this'll be worth the wait!"
Jet heads to A2, with the rest of them. ((Put the other point into Strength, and the other Novice skill shall be Tactician (maybe instructions that he shouts have a higher chance to succeed? Sorry about that.))
- Reynard "Crimson Lightning" Durant (Hawk132) ((While Crimsong doesn't sound that bad, Reynard isn't musically inclined. It's actually Crimson. As such, I'll be taking red as my speech color.))
"Finally. I don't think I'll ever get used to these damned jumps."
Section A-2 it is. Let's go. The faster I get on solid ground, the better.
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Name: Veliane Mirelante
Codename: The Ebon Comet
Gender: F
Age: 57
Notable Characteristics:
-She has short wavy black hair tied in the back during service
-Brown eyes
Hidden characteristics :
-Her body is battle scared after many missions
-She wears a pendant with a beautiful cyan gem
Bio:
Veliane Mirelante was born on the peaceful and prosperous planet of Vanguard, formerly known as Gliese 832 c. She belonged to the 3rd generation of colonist and to the 1st generation of Vanguard-born. She led a tranquil life for the majority of her years, working as a security agent for Armon's Aegis, a private security company operating in her hometown.
When she was around 30 years old, an important economical crisis befell on the whole Gliese 832 system. With the development of new space-faring technologies and the discovery of more resource-rich and habitable worlds, the colonization era reached its peak. This was bad news for the Gliese system, which was one of the few first system colonized during the great expansion. But it shouldn't have sent the whole system in total misery, as the main companies responsible for the economy of the system still had the means to make the system prosper.
But in a cruel show of greed, all major company retracted their support for the Gliese 832 system and redirected their resources toward the new worlds. It took less than a year for the once prosperous planet to plunge into the depth of poverty and misery, reminiscent of the 1st Mars Crisis of XXXX. Armon's Aegis went bankrupt along many other companies, and Veliane left the system. From her home planet, she only kept some souvenirs, including a pendant encrusted with a Vanguard-native gem. She also always kept a huge grudge toward the companies involved since that day, especially toward Starfront Corp, who retracted first and convinced most big companies to follow suit.
Using her past as a security agent, she went off to live a life of mercenary with many past coworkers and friends. They formed the renowned Vanguard Brigade, as a hommage for their ruined homeplanet. Contracting for private clients, sometime for the military, she traveled far and wide across the stars, even having the occasion to visit the famous planet Earth. Despite being in a mercenary group, she worked generally alone, taking care of most solo missions. But she never shunned teaming up with her friends and coworkers when the times called for it. They had the habit to reunite regularly, generally after long and exhausting missions, at the Mourning Wood, a bar run by a fellow Vanguardian.
Her mercenary codename is the Ebon Comet. She named herself like this as a joke with her best friend, Kimberly, whose mercenary codename was the Ivory Sun. She teamed up with her the most out of every other mercenaries, especially on tough missions. They held a friendly rivalry during work, but were inseparable friends out of it.
Then when news of the discovery of the 1st XL-Terran type planet holding alien life spread across the networks, Veliane and her friends jumped on the occasion. With promises of riches and glory, she headed toward Atlas. Deep inside her heart, she hoped to pay back the companies involved for the Vanguard tragedy.
Strength :: 12
Dexterity :: 10
Intelligence :: 8
Constitution :: 13
Perception :: 10
Charisma :: 10
Novice Scanner (Need some insight as to what you exactly mean.)
Novice Firearms user
Competent Suit Operator
Competent Melee Fighter
Class: Shocktrooper
Starting Suit: Wraith
Name: Mari Bryan
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Notable Characteristics:
Mari is a woman of average height, with long shoulder-length green hair (dyed. The natural color is black.) She is very pale, having rarely seen the sun where she was born.
Bio: Mari's reasons for working aren't so elaborate as running from a corporation, or adventure, or whatever else people come to the planet for. She just wants money. Her family is dirt poor, practically slaves working in factories whenever they're not sleeping. And yet they paid for her education. She didn't have to work in the factory. Thing is, they could just barely pay for her education; they couldn't pay for her license as a doctor or a mechanic or anything like that. This was her only option that wouldn't leave her in the factories for the rest of her life. But no, she's not going to settle for enough money to make her own livelihood. She is going to give her family a life too. She has already negotiated her contract so that they receive money proportional to her own payment. They didn't have many individuals with medical experience applying for such a dangerous job, you see.
She went through basic training before joining, of course. Medic or not, they'd not hire her if she couldn't defend herself. She found herself to actually be a better shot then most of the trainees, at least with suit-level weaponry.
Strength:: 8
Dexterity:: 12
Intelligence:: 13
Constitution:: 10
Perception:: 12
Charisma:: 8
Competent Medic
Competent Firearms user
Novice Suit Operator
Novice Suit Engineer
Class: Combat Medic
Starting Suit: Eidolon-A
Gender:Female
Age:18
Notable Characteristics:Their emotions can be read easily by a projector in their eyes,it will always be on.It changes colors depending on the emotion and text is clearly visible displaying their emotion in text...they installed this with the help of medical professionals.
They have strawberry blond hair and are 6ft8 and completely flat chested.Their body is fit and lithe toned and hardened.Apparently she has a nice butt though at least others say so anyway
Starting Skills:
Bio:Raised in a community orphanage, Michelle was taught to be loyal, kind and obedient for the quite simple reason they didn't do their job at the orphanage because they loved children they did I lt because they needed money and it was all they could get so anyone who wasn't "nice" or "loyal" or "obedient "got beaten senseless. For years she suffered from not being able to identify her purpose in life or to express herself in fear of being harmed by the orphanage caretakers. Michelle felt like breathing in fresh air once she left the orphanage, she was finally able to look for meaning in her life. For once Michelle felt alive, realizing that the only thing that mattered, was being honest simply because it was the only thing she had never been allowed to be,she found it felt infinitely easier and she felt better when everyone knows how you feel
To her honesty is the best policy because it's an opposite to everything she was taught and she's enjoying thay more and more by the second especially since she got those caretakers oh so arrested
Strength::6
Dexterity::10
Intelligence::13
Constitution::9
Perception::10
Charisma::15
Novice Engineer
Novice Firearms User
Competent Bargainer
Competent Leader
Class:Squad leader
Starting Suit:Wraith
Name:
Callsign: Thunderfoot
Gender: Male
Age: 67
Notable Characteristics:
Jet is easily recognizable by his clean shaven head, but retains facial hair. He has a somewhat lopsided grin which he shows mostly in the thick of battle, and is relatively clean of scars for one who has been in the thick of previously mentioned battle for some time. He still acts like a boy in battle, whooping with delight and struggling not to break radio silence when the excitement peaks in battle. His suit, while heavy, is designed to be heavy and get places as well. It's not very mobile but can move forward surprisingly quickly in certain situations. The suit is painted is painted a very dark shade of grey, with swirls of brown in between.
Bio:
Jet Reiduum came to his second home on board one of the great colony ships, Yggdrasil which was sent out to fare among the dark void of the greater galaxy, mankind's second and probably better tries at starting colonies on far-flung planets. He came as a security guard to maintain order and generally make sure nothing obtuse happened to the colonists on the ship during the reasonable long trip to their destination. He was a reasonable security man, but known for his quirks to the civilians in his neighborhood of the ship, who he did not hesitate to make friends with. It was a long haul, after all, and any man would need friends to survive in a new world, including and especially the currently adolescent Jet.
He lived a good and fulfilling few years on the ship, exercising regularly by running from one side of the ship to the other, and keeping a friendly eye on the people under his charge, enjoying his job, and generally maintaining peace where necessary.
Which, as it appears, was very much in demand towards the end.
A few months before the expected time of arrival, an anomaly was reported in the engine units of the Yggdrasil, and several men were sent to check it out and conduct tests on the engines to make sure nothing was malfunctioning. Nobody came back from the brave endeavor. Pretty soon security personnel were asked to conduct a thorough shut down of whatever was lurking inside. Here Jet first got his taste of the short ranged weaponry held in stock just in case the security force had to shut down major uprisings (from then on, he always preferred slugging it out in close quarters rather than from far off, but retained knowledge of the usage of most weapons). The engine rooms held far more than simply the engines, and the security forces ended fighting off a bunch of fanatics who were hiding out in the engine room and trying to make things go wrong the whole journey. They had only succeeded now, but it was a pretty substantial success, and the ship ended up making a much rougher landing than was first expected.
Jet spent some time on the colony, helping to make sure things continued happily as if he was still a security guard, before hearing of this 'Atlas' place. Seeing as his job was done here, he got onto the next flight towards Atlas, bringing his knowledge and heavy exosuit with him. He hoped to have the same kind of success protecting the people of Atlas, and maybe earn some money as well.
1 POINT LEFT, you had 16 in constitution which is not possible.
Strength:: 13
Dexterity:: 10
Intelligence:: 8
Constitution:: 15
Perception:: 10
Charisma:: 6
(FREE NOVICE SKILL) You had armor user there, but it's rolled into the suit operator skill already. Pick something else)
Novice Suit Engineer
Competent Suit Operator
Competent Firearms User
Class: Heavy Assault
Starting Suit: Rhino MT
Gender: M
Age: 48
Notable Characteristics:
- He has his black hair short and grows a goatee.
- Grey eyes.
- His suits are dark red, almost black and bear a stylized, bright red lightning bolt painted onto the right arm.
- Right arm has been replaced by a bionic equivalent due to an injury sustained during a combat op.
- Many scars cover his body.
Bio: Reynard was born in one of the less safe cities of the USA. Law enforcement was powerless as crime ran rampant. It took a mere 12 years of his life for an armed group of burglars to claim the lives of his parents. He barely managed to hide himself from his family's killers. Newly orphaned and without any relatives to take him into their care, he turned to crime himself for the sake of survival.
As time passed, the crimes he committed increased in severity. Shoplifting evolved into stealing, which evolved into mugging and so on. Soon, Reynard found himself a member of one of the many gangs in the area. By some cruel twist of fate, its leader was the one who ended his parents. Unable to exact his revenge for fear of his own life, he spent a few years wreaking havoc on the city alongside his nemesis.
More time passed. He amassed enough funds to leave to a better place. Thanks to a great deal of luck, he was never caught nor identified by the police. He realized that his life cannot go on like this. Seizing the opportunity, he finally put a bullet inside the head of the man he hated and left his hometown for greener pastures. He joined the army, hoping that it would help him forget about the atrocities he committed on the innocent, whether by simply forgetting or by meeting oblivion.
Even more time passed. Life as a soldier was surprisingly comfortable and all his combat deployments unusually smooth. He figured that a life filled with violence does make one a good killing machine. He moved up the ranks, gained command of a squad of his own. A routine peacekeeping deployment in Africa didn't sound that dangerous. It was. Some kind of prototype weapon or suit wiped out his entire team. Once again, Reynard's luck saved him. Whatever weapon vaporized all his comrades, it only took his right arm. Although his arm was generously replaced, he was discharged from the army for reasons unknown.
In the present, Reynard Durant has made a name for himself as a freelance mercenary. His speed and agility during battle, along with his red suit gave him the nickname he later took up as his callsign. Hearing of Atlas and its dangers, he joined a group of mercenaries heading there.
Strength:: 12
Dexterity:: 15
Intelligence:: 6
Constitution:: 12
Perception:: 15
Charisma:: 3
Novice Tracker
Novice Melee Combatant
Competent Suit Pilot
Competent Firearm User
Class: Shocktrooper
Starting Suit: Eidolon-A