Alright, I'm going to reorder this. I didn't really think about my actions when i originally did them so I'm going to repost it here:
2 rolls to boost Charisma, representative of me learning songs etc. for my Psyche.
1 roll to try convert the Allin Gun to .50 BMG.
1 roll to learn how to manufacture specialized .50 BMG (am I safe assuming that I'll be allowed to have standard rounds without having to craft them first? Since making them would be practically the same as making .50-70?)
1 save roll. Use it on the conversion first.
If my non save rolls succeed, use the save roll to craft some Armour-Piercing-Incendiary-Tracer rounds.
Name: Song Mastery
Type of action (Skill/recipe, crafting, research): Skill (Passive)
Desired progress in weeks/levels: 2 weeks
Description: Learning new songs to boost Charisma
Hoping to aid your comrades in the upcoming fight, you decided to learn new songs that will help you in your endeavor. Picking out a few songs to try out, you decided to focus in presenting the overall moods and feeling their song artists and musicians wanted to express, figuring out how to replicate the music using your violin/guitar. Though your own experiences and the use of sheet music do help, you figured that it is going to be harder than it seemed.
[5 rolls (2 weeks + 1 roll(+1/5 Intelligence)] = 11 rolls.
Week 1: [2, 1, 4, 2, 3] = 20%
Week 2: [5, 2, 2, 2, 6] = 60%
Week 3: [2] = 0%
Total: Week 1 80% Completed
Results: 4 extra successes (Week 1)
Despite your best efforts, you failed to correctly integrate the songs into your music for your Psyche to use. Sure you almost had it but 'almost' is still subpar compared to actually getting it. Nevertheless, you intend to try again as soon as you have enough time again.
Toby received 4 extra successes(Week 1)!Name: .50 BMG Barrel Mod
Type of action (Skill/recipe, crafting, research): Mod (Recipe)
Desired progress in weeks/levels: 1 week
Description: A mod that allows the Allin gun to fire .50 BMG shells.
Realizing that the Allin gun itself cannot be changed directly as it is a part of your soul, you decided to learn how to craft a barrel-shaped mod that will allow you to fire .50 Browning Machine Gun rounds. These rounds are more capable of punching through targets with armor and thicker skins than your typical Allin rounds. It will prove useful when fighting tougher Contorted.
[5 rolls(1 weeks) + 1 roll (+1/5 Intelligence)] = 6 rolls.
Week 1: [4, 3, 1, 3, 1] = 20% and the Exposed trait (-2 Stealth for two turns)
Week 2: [2] = 0%
Total: Week 1 20% completed.
That Melissa bitch must have cursed you somehow! Either that or your luck is really shitty today. Failing to produce even a workable recipe, you decided to give it a rest at least for the moment. Moreover, the fine bits of powder you experimented with were accidentally blown into the air, coating you with its particles. Though you managed to dust most of it off yourself, some stuck to your skin and to your clothing, becoming hard to wash away. The particles, which turned out to be highly reflective even in dim lighting, making it even harder to hide the tiny sparkles of light that now dotted your entire body, something that a potential hunter will have no trouble locating.
Toby receives 1 extra successes (Week 1) and the Exposed trait (-2 Stealth) for two turns)!Name: Specialized .50 BMG Insight
Type of action (Skill/recipe, crafting, research): Research
Desired progress in weeks/levels: 1 week
Description: Learning about how to manufacture special .50 BMG rounds
Despite the fact that you fail to produce a workable mod that would allow your Allin to fire .50 BMG rounds, you see much promise in the field of ammo specialization and thus decided to go ahead and learn much about it.
[5 rolls(1 week) + 1(+1/5 Intelligence)] = 6 rolls
Week 1: [3, 2, 3, 6, 4] = 60%
Week 2: [4] = 20%
Total: Week 1 80% completed.
For the third time, you failed to produce completed results for yourself. Perhaps people should call you 'Toby the Thrice-Cursed'. Of course, those people would obviously not know that you still have plenty of time remaining in the day and one more chance to finish what you started. Now, if only Lady Luck would smile on you…
Toby receive 4 extra successes (Week 1)!Name: .50 BMG Barrel Mod
Type of action (Skill/recipe, crafting, research): Mod (Recipe)
Desired progress in weeks/levels: 1 week
Description: A mod that allows the Allin gun to fire .50 BMG shells.
You decided to reattempt the .50 BMG Mod recipe. After all, you be damned if you don't get some sort of success out of this. Taking a deep breath, you threw yourself back into the problem at hand, hoping that you will succeed this time. Even if it's just a recipe for something you will have to actually build at a later date, at least it's a start.
[5 rolls(1 weeks) + 1 roll (+1/5 Intelligence)] = 6 rolls.
Week 1: [5, 1, 1, 1, 5] = 20% + 1 extra success and the Enfeebled trait (-4 Endurance) for two turns.
Week 2: [1] = 0
Total: Week 1 40% completed.
You throw your hands into the air like you just don't care, which you stopped doing anyway since Lady Luck has apparently went on vacation. Yet again has your progress been hampered by unforeseen circumstances. In addition, your strenuous attempts to correct your mistakes have make you very tired and weak, a deal breaker just in case you have to make use of your endurance. Oh well, you just going to have to cross that bridge when you get to it.
Toby received 2 extra successes (Week 1) for .50 BMG Mod Recipe and the Enfeebled (-4 Endurance) for two turns!
Lemmy stays silent as he's no snitch, but does think about his situation vis a vis any potential petty revenge; for petty would be all that's expected from someone as small-minded and ineffectual as that girl.
((Oh you sweet naive child. There's plenty of ways to screw over even immortal people in Aetheria...))
Toby seems a lot calmer than normal, given that he's not reading or playing his violin. Usually he's chatting with everyone, telling jokes (some good, some bad) but after his encounter with Melissa he's juuuuuust barely got his emotions in check.
Figuring this is some kind of test, Toby simply says "Not to much. Had a bit of heart-to-heart with the older students, but nothing much beyond that. Kind of touched, I wouldn't think they cared."
Toby inspects his staff, morphing it to gun form and making sure the barrel is clear and chambering a round. He then fixes his bayonet onto the mounting lug, and morphs the gun back into staff form, and goes to chat with Metz.
"Caw!"
”Some gal decided that she was tougher than everyone here. Lil’ psycho started talking shit and even intentionally cut herself on the bayonet of my gun when I challenged her. You sure got some interesting high rankers, Ms Goldenchilde.
By the way, what was with the alarm yesterday? Anything about it related to today?”
Toby facepalms behind Metz.
"May we start?" she says with an eerie tone of calm.
Summer Hat Madeline raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Melissa is a sweet girl, at least that's the sort of demeanor she exuded to me,” the headmistress finally said.
“She is quite helpful and respectful. Nevertheless, I will have a little talk with her later and will make heads and tails of this. Right now, I'm certain that you are all sick of standing here and want to get on with the assignment.”When Metz asked Summer Hat Madeline about the incident yesterday, Madeline pursed her lips and looked away in thought as if deciding whether she should tell him or not. Finally she relented with a sigh before turning back to him.
“I suppose that since you all are going out now, it's best to inform you of what you would hopefully not encounter until you are ready to defeat it. Yesterday at 7 pm, an Ophan which been heavily damaged in a battle against a powerful Contorted escaped from its repair bay after being activated and corrupted somehow. The Ophan completed destroyed the repair section and damaged the surrounding sections in its violent exit from Altera Vita. Since its tracker was damaged in the battle, we are unable to ascertain its whereabouts. We are still currently investigating how it ended up rogue. If someone is responsible, there is no way they could've entered the room as it isn't reachable by normal mean unless they used a portal or something.”"Keep in mind that, though heavily damaged, this Ophan is still a dangerous enemy. After all, it is a heavy weapons platform capable of wiping out hundreds if not thousands of Contorted in a single battle when at full strength, Contorted who are for the most part as strong as you are now. Undamaged, it is as powerful as seven Seraphim and can make use of armor and shield generators to last a long time in battles. This is why I am reluctant to tell you. At the very least, you can eviscerate the Contorted you will fight today before they eviscerate you. One of the Ophanim, on the other hand, well… Galgalim sure knows how to build them to last, even when heavily damaged.”Taking a breath, Summer Hat Madeline continued,
“So if during your travels you encountered an entity that looks like a metallic sphere with a single large eye and surrounded by four huge, thick rings that rotate within each other and have eye shaped cameras ringing their outer surfaces, get out of there as fast as you can. Unless you are strong enough, you will be vaporized. That is all.”Summer Hat Madeline then turned toward the rest of the students.
“Now that that's said, let's get you to the next assignment. Be careful, fight well, and please be sure to come back with your viscera still inside your bodies!”
War Room
10 minutes later…
Reaching the sector, the students were split off into groups and herded into several brief rooms by Seraphim. Your group were seated in a cube-shaped room that appeared to seat around two hundred people. In front of you was a large flat screen flanked by long speakers. On the wall above the huge television was 'Battle Group Epsilon' painted in blood red letters.
Standing to the side of the flat screen was a teenager wearing an armor vest over her school uniform and guards on her elbows and knees. Her left leg and right arm were wrapped in bandage and a scar was traced across the vermillion bird glyph on her forehead, barely hidden by her caramel skin. Her auburn hair was cut short, the longest strand not even passing her ears. Her weapon, a broadsword that looked as if it can be transformed into a gun of some kind, was sheathed at her side. A shoulder guard with Altera Vita's insignia was on her left shoulder. Her expression and stance seemed to give off the air of someone who's scanning a room full of recruits as if deciding how many of them will get expelled from a Contorted's bowel today and who will call it quits afterward. Needless to say, she's expecting an emptier room when this is over.
The flat screen flickered to life, revealing the mug of a woman who appeared to be middle-aged. Her long blonde hair framed a stern face with a few wrinkles forming in the corner of her pale brown eyes. Her uniform top were styled to resemble a military officer, especially one from Earth's Late Gunpowder Age complete with epaulettes and the golden aiguillettes on the right shoulder. An azure dragon glyph was on her forehead.
“Bonjour, new students and welcome to your first briefing,” the woman spoke in a professional tone, her eyes seeming to pierce through the screen and into your being. “My name of Genevieve Algiers and I am the commander of Section 1000, the section where you and the other students in the other briefing rooms are assigned. Who I once was isn't important. Just remember that your are not the chosen ones. You are all merely soldiers in the war against the Contorted. You may not can tell by everything you'd experienced in your stay here but Altera Vita used to be a less *ahem… battle-focused place. Sure, students still learned a few skills here and there to fight the occasional demonic raiders escaping from the Tartarus Realm but it was what most people could handle. It was a place where you could more or less relive the happiest and most carefree moments of your lives as school students if you were one and would've been accommodating if you were never a student in the first place or didn't have fond memories about it. Sounds strange? Well I could go on about what people would think about reliving a point in their lives that existed before the responsibilities, confusion, and stresses of experiencing the adult world for the first time come crashing down but that would be a debate for those who would care to discuss it. Anyway, all that ended when the Contorted started appearing five years ago. Unfortunately, they hit different places in the Animus, Desolatus, and Arcticus Realms in an almost synchronized assault. That, coupled with the strange anomalies Altera Vita and some of the other academies are experiencing and the enemy spreading very fast means that we had to adapt in order to keep them at bay for the moment. I'm sure that you are know where you come in.”
“Our command structure is simple enough for those who had never been in the military to understand though frankly it is not regimented enough to my liking. Basically, you will report any enemy activities and important findings to your captain, who is standing next to this flat screen as we speak. They will then summarize and redirect the extremely important stuff to me. I will notify them of any changes in the overall plan as a result of the information received and they will relay you your new orders. Your captain will explain this topic and others further. Remember: the enemy may be quite difficult to defeat but don't think it's impossible to accomplish. Do not fear death. Defy it, and you'll drive it into the enemy's ranks! Au revoir and bon combat!” With that, Genevieve terminated the connection.
Stepping forward, the teenager spoke, “Now that the commander has finished speaking, allow me to introduce myself.”
Clearing her throat, the captain continued, “My name is Jeong Chin-Sun, new age 16, previously a 35 year male by the name of Kim Chin-Mae. As a lieutenant who fought for the Democratic People's Republic of Korea, I'd aided my countrymen and Chinese troops in pushing back a combined South Korean/United Nations assault back across the 38th Parallel, even managing to help recapture the city of Seoul before an American artillery shell ended my life. Now I don't know how many of you are from Earth but if there are any Americans, Japanese, South Koreans, or any other citizens of the UN out there whose feathers I'd just ruffled then let me clear up one thing: my introduction merely illustrates a point. Any of these students, even those who'd befriended you ever since you got here, could have fought for the other side in humanity's petty wars. Hell, they may have even been the one who'd sent you here in the first place and then died afterward and vice versa. However, here in Altera Vita and elsewhere in Aetheria, nationalities no longer matter and clashes over ideologies mattered even less. You are all students here and now have a common enemy, one that could care less for human squabbles so as long as it can take over Aetheria. God only knows where it will go from there. Now that's in the clear, let's get back on topic.”
“As of today, minus the students who chose to get transmigrated out of this mess yesterday, there are almost four thousand students remaining in Section 1000. Just in case you had not figured it out already, Section 1000 has been split into groups consisting of two hundred students known as battle groups. AS you can tell by looking over my head, you are into Battle Group Epsilon and will remain here until we see fit to transfer you. Usually you will fight as part of your battle group though if the situation demands it, you will be further broken down into squads especially when you are placed on scouting missions. to cover more ground. Though this arrangement is far less regimented and overall you are far less disciplined than the students of Solidarius Academy, you are far more flexible and can more quickly change tactics as the situation demands. Unlike them, who don't get to choose which skills they learn, your plethora of abilities will ensure that the Contorted cannot truly adapt to them all.”
Taking off her Beacon, Chin-Sun held the bracelet in the air. “During your tours of duty, you may come across possible Contorted activity or anomalies. As Commander Genevieve just point out, please inform us of them through these Beacons. You may also communicate with and locate your fellow students through these.”
Replacing her bracelet, Chin-Sun pointed a remote at the flat-screen and pressed a button. A simplified top down view of a set of buildings and ruins appeared. Connected by walls and passageways arranged in a labyrinthine layout, the complex was arranging in an octagon and a river flowed through the iddle, cutting it almost nearly in two. The center of the complex appeared to be wide open space, perfect for view in all directions but could leave slower people vulnerable to getting surrounded. The measurement showed that the complex, perhaps a fort or walled town, was a total of 60 acres.
“Believe it or not, this is only a part of a major area you recruits are tasked with clearing of Contorted. Most of the othe rbattle group except two more will be clearing the areas beyond your objective. This battle group will attack from the south while being supported by Battle Group Delta attacking from the northeast and Battle Group Gamma striking from the west. All three battle group with converge at the center and continue wiping out Contorted until none of the twisted bastards remained. As you have already guessed, the purpose of this assignment is to give you a taste of what to come and to rely more on each other to get you through this. This area is only expected to contain relatively light Contorted resistance. Savor this for things will get harder from this point onward. Any questions before you are deployed?”
After the briefing, all of you head to the War Room where you are outfitted with the Beacons and loaded into the teleporters. After experiencing kaleidoscopic flurries of light, you find yourself standing outside the Academy, which from the outside looked of all things like a giant golden cube with intricate patterns and glyphs on the surface. Led to the transports by Captain Chin-Sun and her command staff, which resembled monorail trains with golden wing-like reliefs decorating their noses and sides, you all walked briskly as the crisp, late morning air rustled pass you. In the distance, large groups of students boarding their transports, some already en route to their deployment zones.
Boarding your transport, you felt the strange vehicle gain speed as a rapid rate. In fact, you didn't know that the outside was an unrecognizable blur until you looked out the window seven seconds later. After about twenty-six minutes have passed, your transport gracefully but rapidly slowed to a stop. Surprising, you weren't affected by that much inertia, only a little nudge. Either the transport started slowing down several miles back or strange forces were keeping you braced.
Stepping out of the transport, you looked at the crumbling southern walls in the distance, wondering what sort of complex it could've been and its purpose. Though you can't see anything standing on the walls or among its fallen stones, you can't help but to have a feeling of dread at what manner of creatures you were up against. You feel like a gazelle, wildebeest, or some other grazer walking through tall grass with predators watching and waiting for the right moment to strike. Whatever the Contorted could actually be, it was clear that you can expect to find no mercy from them.
Nearby, Chin-Sun and her staff begin setting up tents and amplifiers, trasmitter/receivers and rerouters for the Beacons. They also set up a pole that became wreathed in cyan energy when activated, it four arms focusing the Quintessence into a single point.
Captain Chin-Sun has set up Respawn Marker: Command Camp.It was a good thing Chin-Sun decided to set up the Respawn Marker in a safe place because many students will be needing it pretty soon...
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