Atmospheric metal.Atmospheric non-metal.
[15] ["Ye-yes Mother Alphira."] There's a brief discussion. To your satisfaction and amusement, they're arguing over who gets to stay, as opposed to who gets to leave. Even the pilots of the scout ship want to fight and do what they can, but the Commander overrules them. Number Six and the Scout finish their turn, heading east.
[11] You twist a nimbus of fire around you as the hover crafts engage the Levithan's Escort. It turns, great cannons lashing into the sky. Energy splashes into the air sending shockwaves rattling through your bones. You join them, drawing your cutter, amplifying the fire within, until it burns brighter than the sinking sun.
[20 vs. 1+4] Your first strike rips through two of the plague craft that were flying too close to one another, sending them spiraling in a ball of fire. You continue your approach, a comet in the sky. More of the Levithan's shots ring out, but they miss, burning out into the atmosphere above.
[12 vs. 8+4] The pilots are doing as well as expected. Three remain, however, destroying man of the escort with lancing autocannon strikes that shred the infected vehicles with explosives. The fourth of the Crusader attack craft is burning toward the earth.
[15 vs. 3+4] You lash out with your willpower, sending the Infected to their death as you gracefully dodge las-gun blasts. You inch closer to the Levithan.
[11 vs. 10+4] The shockwave of an allied vessel feeds into the turbulence as its shot down -- two remain, all autocannons firing until the barrels glow red. Explosive shells and the associated burning cordite smell fill the air. The flak burns through the air all around, sometimes striking one of the Infected ships.
The Levithan's cannons ring out once more, striking where you were- not where you are.
[9 vs. 17+4] ["Mother Alphira-- forgive us!"] The radio screams out as another of your allies is devoured by las-gun fire, ripping apart in the sky into a ball of burning shrapnel.
You're so close, so close![14 vs. 10+4] You burn through another set of Infected Hover Craft -- las-gun fire rips through your shield from behind, shooting through your wings and narrowly missing your body. An explosion propels you forward-- the last Hovercraft, number three, explodes in the middle of the Infected Hovercraft, destroying the grouping that shot at you.
[18 vs. 4] The Levithan's cannons roar, blasting through the air and the tight grouping of Infected craft. It misses you, and you come to approach it-- willing yourself forward. You try and feel the reactors within-- there's many, and they're too far away for you to do anything. You hover for a split second, uncertain.
[19]
We're a pirate Patches. I'll show you what that cutter blade is for! You fly forward as fast as your agility will alow, dropping down on the top of the Levithan's plated armor. You extend your cutter to its full length, letting the fires blaze forward as you stab it into the organism below you-- the wind whips at you-- and you flinch as your armor cracks on the leg, on the shoulder, on the side of your chest.
[18] You, however, do not falter, carving at the plated flesh of this creature, and with a final sizzle, you rip it open, revealing a cramped, organic passageway within -- you drop down as more las-gun fire tries to scour you off of the Levithan. The sound of clicking emerges from the hallway behind you.
You are Pheobe Gainer AKA Alphira
Local Time: [1545] 11/19/2011
Personal Time: 5 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.
You feel comfortable in your second skin.
The world feels a little less real to you.
Cohesion: 80%
You are hungry.
On Body: Mark 15 Battle Armor [Cracked Left Shoulder, Left Upper Leg, Left Lower Torso Side](Active, Incompatible:Override)
On Body, Beneath Armor:A black and gold armored gambeson.
On Shoulders, :A blood red half-cloak
Strapped across your chest: A worn shield belt. 1/5
Beneath your gorget: A blood red kevlar mesh.
Strapped to your shoulder: A heavy assault SMG painted gold and black.500/500
In a sheath:An inscribed bone-handled, combat long knife.
In a holster: A dull, gray las-gun pistol.250/250
In a holster:An archeotech Cutter Hilt.490/500
Ankle: A knife sheath with a well-made bone-handled stiletto within. (hidden)
In belt: 5 las-gun rifle magazines.
In satchel: Fifteen nutrient cubes, three auto-syringes of modified 'Ballistic', five auto-syringes of 'modified' sleeping medicine, five auto-syringes of 'modified' sedatives.
Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Qualified
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
Inferno : Adept
Healing Factor: Apprentice
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Endurance Boost: Amateur.
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Strength Boost: Amateur.
Matter Manipulation:Silicon::Competent
Skill:
Charisma: Apprentice
Skill:
Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill:
Marksmanship: Proficient
[29.38 credits] in local currency.
Michael's Public House: [+.25 credits per month]
[Angel] of The Holy City State of SEED
--High Influence within its borders
--Full command of all military resources
--Assigned a personal team of researchers, medical officers, and trainers.
Grandmother(adopted), Handler: Mother Nicole Gainer
--Contactable in person.
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
--Current lawful ruler of Steelworks 9 Region (Crusader Supported)
Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
*Researching: Radio towers*
Organization: Personal Guard
--A complement of fifty-six guards, highly trained, heavily armed. Each carries a las-rifle, a las-pistol, and a personal knife. They wear Heavily Armored Crusader vests, leggings, boots and face obscuring kevlar face masks.
--Lead by Jennifer Shatterly
--??/56 Loyal, Fanatic
--??/56 Uncertain
--4/56 Defiant
--McGee Foster (Loyal)
--James Foster (Loyal)
--Erica Hail (Loyal)
--Johnathan Shellton (Loyal)
--Eric Armstrong (Loyal)
--Quincy Black (Loyal)
Organization: Thornton Mercenaries
--A complement of hulking Thornton soldiers turned into cybernetically augmented heavy-duty infantry. Equipped with fusion reactor based las-gun assault rifles, Inferno Shotguns, super thick armor, and technicians standing by. They are also equipped with inter and intra-squad radio communicators.
--Lead by William Thornton
--56/56
*Ready for extended operations*
Servant, ? ? ?: Iyal
--A mysterious Outlander woman, branded by SEED as a debt-slave. She wishes to serve you, for a better life after an attempted mugging.
*Currently assassinating key political opponents.*
Ally, Subservient: The Pontifex
--Cowed
--Church leader for the Scholars of the Holy SEED city-state.
--High Influence within its borders
--Incredibly High Influence with Zealots
--Minor feud with Crusaders
Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
Leader of the Thornton Family of Businessmen.
--Contactable in person
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
*Coordinating Thornton Family Assets*
Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--Contactable in person
--High influence within The Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer Coordinator: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Lover, Consort: Emma Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family
*Currently compiling a list of SEED resources*
Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A stubby furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future.
-8/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-1/50 Respect
Friends(?) (Lost Contact):
-Jesse Hardhouse
-Amanda Silversmith
-John Frost
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