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A dreary day in the not very creatively named Wolf City. The bloodhouse chapel was still starkly unpainted, reflecting the neccessity for more pressing construction, though pyramidal and grandiose in structure. Sprinkling rain drummed against the metal of the walls outside.

In hundreds of cubbies, there were small pyramidal glass things, each containing the ashes of a Warrior. Their name (given and bloodname) were displayed, and if one pushed a button, a holoprojection would appear detailing a brief biography and their accomplishments. There were also small alcoves next to each one where mourners could leave flowers and things like that, a concession to Spheroid tradition.

Resnick's ashes were carried in by Loremaster Daphne Vickers, who had his strong jaw and choppy blond curls, followed by Khan Phelan Kell, a man who, though not of impressive build, clearly commanded the respect of all the Wolf clansmen in the room. Both wore ceremonial fur-trimmed leathers.

"Today we are gathered to honor a fallen comrade. The honor of the Warden way guided him here and he became the first of our Clan to set foot here since the Exodus. He fought hard for his new home and represented us well to the Earth Sphere. As Khan, I found his regular reports invaluable. He earned his bloodname and carried it proudly, earning him a place here. And now he has earned his rest as well.

It is good and natural to mourn when one has lost a good friend and trothkin. However, know that there are two ways we will honor his legacy so that he is not forgotten. First we will redouble our commitment to stop the Word of Blake from bringing the Terra he worked so hard to protect under their heel. Secondly, his genes will be used to make the next sibko of trueborn Warriors. He will live on in them, as he will in your memories and hearts. Seyla."

'Seyla.' echoed all the clanners there. Phelan looked over at Ranna and resisted the urge to wet his lips. Writing a speech to honor someone who was, by all reports, a fervent admirer of his most hated rival and until recently a Crusader was not the easiest public speaking he'd ever done, though it beat facing down a hostile Council chamber. '

"I invite anyone who wishes to speak of the dead to do so before I formally inter him here." Said Loremaster Vickers.
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[1/Text]

It behooves me as his commanding officer to announce this to the White Chalice: Star Captain Resnick Vickers was killed by a Blakist assassin following the successful capture of a convoy. The coward surrendered, then used a poison gas capsule, disguised as a tooth, while being interrogated.

It is not a traditional Clan custom to hold funerals or wakes for members of the Warrior Caste. However the IlKhan directed us to blend the best of Clan and Spheroid traditions and I believe a ceremony that marks the end of a life to be one well worth adopting. As such, his ashes will be publicly interred at the bloodhouse chapel, in Wolf City on Sunday, at 5 PM. All who knew him in life are welcome to attend. If there is anything more I can do, please let me know.

-Khan Phelan Kell

PS: He left behind a will and last statement, which is appended to this message.




[Feel free to respond if you wanna say anything to Phelan]


[2/Video]

[Resnick appears in his room, looking rather nonchalant. Composing a will doesn't seem to have him so shaken up.] If you are watching this, by now you know that I am dead. The Remembrance says to us: Let all warriors bear their mark proudly, taking what pride they can in their accomplishments. For our lives should be full of glory, but short. No doubt I will have died in support of the ideals of the Clan way and for that I will have died without regrets. Do not waste time mourning, though if I was killed dishonorably I would not mind if you sought revenge. [He grins a toothy grin a moment, the last time you'll ever see that.]

I understand that before a Spheroid dies, they direct where their earthly possessions will go. I have few. My collection of classical music and opera shall go to whoever desires them most. If noone does, they should go to the Chalice library. The toys I won at the carnival...perhaps some sibko brats will take them? Do as you wish with them. My copy of The Remembrance goes to Madeline Caine.

As for final messages I have the following:

First, tell Tynall Vickers that my surkairede is finally paid.

Second, convey my respect to Allesandra Langelier, Werter Wolf, Ranna, Laura Ericks, Matthew, Hayato Jin, Micheal Wilson, Lowe Gear, Herbert Montgomery, Sora Himoto, Mobius One and all the Warriors who served with me as part of the Bronze Keshik. It has been an honor.

Finally, convey that and my strong affec...neg, my love, to Madeline Caine and Adette Kistler.

This verse is ended. Seyla. [He switches the feed off.]

[Feel free to post reactions and responses here]
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[1/network]

These 'mobile dolls' reduce battle to a...a game! [The irony is lost on him.] We cannot accept it on board the Chalice. It is the strength of our convictions as Warriors that has carried us so far, our willingness to offer our lives for the ideals we believe in.

[2/action]

When they touch down, Resnick's gone to visit one of the domepoli. He's found a shabby looking tattoo parlor, a rarity in the days of the Railway Patrol, when it was unaffordable and climactic shielding was nonexistent. A number of them have popped up though, servicing grizzled Siberians and clanners alike.

When it's his turn, he has the tattoo artist chisel a design of a wolf carrying a basket with a human child in it, leaping the 'fence' of one of the green lines of his EI tattoos. The needle whirs and hums and he does not want to admit how painful this is. The EI tats were much more extensive but the needle much finer.

[3/action]

On return to the Chalice, he's removed his jacket and shirt, both to show off the design and let it dry. Of course that also makes the geometric green lines that cover his torso and arms, the Enhanced Imaging system, visible.
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[1
Pine Forest
Siberia]


In a straight up duel between mechs, Resnick was like a fish in water. And speaking of fish in water, he was firing a live shark from the stubby barrel mounted on his mech's left hand, downwards onto the cockpit of a squat Linebacker. He'd used his inferno missiles to corner the laser-heavy mech then jumped in to deliver the coup de grace at point blank range.

He clicked on his comm, asked the other mechwarrior if he wished to surrender as the vicious and improbable fish chewed through his cockpit glasstic with relish. He received several enthusiastic 'aff's in reply so he angled the other arm and bisected the poor creature with one of his lasers. Even so, its head continued horribly chewing and the other mechwarrior had to eject, though she survived with only minor burns. From the distance came the whine and chop of firefighting VTOLs.

[2
White Chalice hangar]


In a space cleared in the hangar, a group of Wolf warriors watch as Loremaster Daphne Vickers approaches. She has the strong jaw of the Vickers line too and a confident bearing. Resnick is wearing the Wolf ceremonial mask, not strictly a requirement for this but fitting with his instinct for dramatic presentation. He is kneeling.

"The wisdom of Kerensky has been made clear. The bloodname of Vickers is awarded to Star Captain Resnick. This decision shall bind us until we all shall fall. Seyla."

"Seyla." echo the other Wolves and he rises and removes the mask/helm, to greet those who've come to the ceremony. He's back in action.

[3: Network]

Greetings, Chalice. I have an announcement. As of today, I have won my bloodname. This ensures me a place on the Clan Council, and more importantly, guarantees the use of my genes in the Clan breeding program for the Warrior Caste. You may address me now as Resnick Vickers.

She seems to have picked up the Spheroid bent towards humility, so I think I must reveal this to you as well: Star Captain Ranna has also earned a bloodname, that of Kerensky. This is the most prestigious bloodname possible in the Clans, as it descends direct from our founder, Nikolas Kerensky himself.


[4: The Bar (does it even have a name?)]

And in celebration, there's a rip roaring good time had, with overflowing cups of dark ale, toasts, and the potential for alcohol poisoning. Resnick is seated at the center of the gathering like a king. He raises his mug in salute as he notices you.
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Following the grand melee, the Trial of Bloodname begins over a period of several weeks. Khan Phelan Kell has continued to provide free transportation for those onboard the Chalice for those who would like to pop by time to time or to view specific matches.

(1)
Ranna is in the observation room, watching another sort of ritual going on. Two of the warriors are in a room with a bowl like implement, and they both input a coin at opposite end at the top - the mechanism is released, as both coins spin downwards towards the bottom, which is coin-sized.

One coin lands on top of another, and the warrior whose coin is at the top announced "I choose for us to fight in our mechs" and the other said in response "Our location shall be in the outskirts of the city at the north-eastern clearing".

As the next few pairings occur, it seems that not only mechwarriors are involved - Elementals and aerospace pilots too, going by the type of combat that was chosen.

(2)
For a day or two each week for the next few weeks, the observation room would be open for viewing of individual matches. It seems the nominees are given some time to prepare themselves after terms have been dictated in the 'ritual'.

Ranna will be on the Chalice between each of her own match, standing-by for any sorties as usual. But you may find her in the gym or in the simulators practicing more than what was typical of her before.

Disturb/join in?

(3)
Ranna's matches through the Trial has been rather eventful. Then again, those who watch 'live' or recorded replays of all the matches will notice that they have all been eventful - it seems that all those nominated for the Kerensky bloodname were there for very good reasons. Not only were many of them good warriors in their chosen vehicles, they were excellent strategists as well.

Her own highlight is a second round match against an Aerospace pilot, him in his fighter and her in a mech. She had chosen a custom configuration with 4 lasers, and sheared off one wing of his fighter in a single pass - no fault of his, for he had attempted to juke around on his approach. Unfortunately, lasers travel at the speed of light, and she is an accurate shot.

Her final match is slightly different, as those from the White Chalice are invited to the site of battle itself, sitting behind a transparent screen a 'safe' distance away, with supplementary holo-displays. They are not the only one though, as there are a sizable amount of spectators too.

Sandra Pryde is there as well, watching her former foe engage in the Trial.

Ranna's Warhawk exchanges fire against a Direwolf, and for many minutes the two mechs hunt each other in the wooded terrain. Ranna keeps her distance to avoid the heavier mech's autocannons, and in the end her marksmanship proves to be decisive as a salvo of particle bolts cuts cleanly through the Direwolf's weakened left leg, collapsing it front first into the snow.

She pilots the Warhawk back towards the hangar as her victory is confirmed.

Wach the Trial with Sandra and/or meet Ranna in the hangar?

((Sorry for such a late follow up! Work has been busy.))
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[1]

In the period of time since the Battle of Beastman Mount, the land battleship Dai-Gunzan has been quiet, following the White Chalice around on a combination of autopilot and skeleton crew, a piece of Isorla bringing forth memories of a sad loss.

But Now!!! With a fresh coat of paint, some maintenance, and the recruitment of some more helping hands, the Gurren Brigade's mightiest (well, only) warship stands tall, read to cut through destiny, defeat evil, and claim glory!

Land Battleship: Dai-Gurren-Dan!

Matthew stands on the prow, inspecting with narrowed eyes the Gurren Brigade banner fluttering in the breeze, arms folded as the whistling wind blows down the open deck.

"...I should have brought a coat." He says finally. Anyone there to agree with him?

[2]

At long last, Matthew, head ensconced in Neurohelmet, leans back in his Battlemech's cockpit again.

He keys in the activation sequence, and his restored...nay, his upgraded Nova comes to life around him!

"PIK Authorization Code: A real man fights with his fists!."

"[Code Accepted. Reactor Online. Sensors Online. Weapons Online. All Systems Nominal.]"

A hatch on the main deck of Dai-Gurren opens up, and those who watch or are standing by in mechs see a strange version of the venerable Clan OmniMech come trotting out!

"Nova Messenger, moving out!"

Help him test it out? Comment?

[3]

Stealthy people on the White Chalice! You espy Matthew in a lounge in front of a terminal, chuckling as he talks to someone on the future equivalent of Skype!

"So you would be willing to come in and bolster the ranks of the Brigade, quiaff?"

Take a closer peek?

[4]

"Simon?" Matthew calls out cautiously as he walks down a set of halls. "Simon the Digger? We should talk, quiaff? About the legacy–"

He cracks open the door to a large supply room. He blinks as his eyes adjust. Then his eyes widen.

"The stravag has he been doing?" He blurts out. He pulls out his comm pad.

[Public Channel.]

"Fellow members of the White Chalice. I have a...question to ask. It is a normal freeborn funerary practice to make stone sculptures of the deceased in large quantities, quiaff?"
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1. Laura's room

[Visitors or passers by the day after Lily's departure will find her engaged in a strange-looking mix of tidying the place up and packing for a trip. It shouldn't be all that time-consuming a task, but it seems to be taking her a while - unsurprisingly, if you witness one of the times she stops on finding one or another item to put away or add to the packing pile, having to sit and turn it over in her hands, looking a million miles away.]

2. Network (filtered)

[Doctors, spacers, aliens - a number of people aboard find Laura getting in touch over the next few days. She doesn't waste much time on pleasantries.]

What do we have aboard for long-distance, long-term travel? What would you need?

3. Hangar

[The rest of the time, she's in the hangar.

A lot. Working in and around Lily's ship, she's there so much it's not unlikely she's sleeping there, too. The ship itself doesn't show much sign of change, but its surroundings do - computer workstations multiplying around it, cables snaking out and to and between them. The captive Pepen's cage, too, soon moves to beside the ship, its own set of cables wiring the angry golden creature in to the whole shebang. Having called amnesty on her hangar duties for a while, Laura's returning the favour by staying out from under the feet of the other techs, but that doesn't mean the buzz of activity, or the occasional stream of profanity that erupts from the ship, or the obvious frustration in her body language when she taps away at the workstation the Pepen's wired in to, don't draw attention.

Sessions with the Pepen seem to be the most frequent. Other times, she's working at the ship's controls, or waist-deep in a maintenance duct somewhere. At least one evening, she can be found dozing in the pilot's seat with a blanket wrapped around her, lit by the glow of the screens.]
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[1]

Resnick is in the library, poring over the footage from So Long, Buddy the battle with the Beastmen and Waco's Rangers. He's not paying attention to the Beastmen though. He knows what their deal is, or at least thinks he does. He's trying to puzzle out instead why Waco's Rangers were disguised as clanners. Although he has a deep feeling in his gut that the Rangers are up to something deeply dishonorable (to be fair, he has that feeling about a lot of people), he can't figure out what exactly it is. The holo-projection catches a 'Summoner' (clearly not actually a Clan mech, but a Spheroid one thinly disguised) taking a shot to the shoulder. The 'missile rack' (here revealed as a giant painted log) falls off and.

"Freeze frame."

Yes, it's an Orion after all.

"Those savashri mercenaries dare to use The Great Father's own mech! But for what..."

He is unaware that the Orion is actually pretty common in the service of the Free Worlds League, that nation not being in the path of the Clan juggernaut.

[2]

It's holo-news time in the common room and he's about to get the answer to his questions. The news jingle plays and the newscasters shuffle their papers and make frowny faces.

"In our top story today, several military bases and cities were attacked by mobile suits only seen in the Earth Sphere once before. These mobile suits claimed to be from 'Clan Wolf'. Popularly known as the 'Dog Tribe', these are the same mobile suits that fought the 'Jade Falcons' three months ago. They did not discriminate between combatants and noncombatants. The death toll, of both civilians and soldiers, is in the thousands. Here is live footage of one such attack. We warn you that this footage depicts graphic violence and is not suited for children or those sensitive."

The broadcast cuts to a home recording, showing a huge mech looming over a crumbling, slummy neighborhood. Painted prominently on its side is the snarling wolf's head symbol of that Clan. At first it appears to be a Timber Wolf, one of the top frontline Clan ominimechs. Yet careful inspection will show that the arms don't articulate. It's actually a disguised Catapult, not that the broadcasters seem able to tell. Nor the terrified civilians, for that matter, as they boil out of their houses just before flights of LRMs slam into them and they collapse as if they were made of no more than cards. The torso mounted lasers flash out, incinerating many of those who tried to flee. There are constant screams, people praying and wetting themselves. It's not a pretty picture.

The external speakers of the mech cut on with a squeal. The voice that comes out is a passable imitation of the haughty clanner accent, though if you're familiar with English dialects and very observant you might notice that its culturally Texan origins aren't entirely covered up.

"Such is the justice of Kerensky we have visited upon the barbarians of the Earth Sphere!"

The footage then cuts off, showing a world map with several flashing red dots. The newscaster continues in voice-over.

"These are the sites where the attacks took place. The numbers next to them indicate the estimated number of casualties, where they are known. Phelan Kell, who claims to be the 'Khan', or warrior-chief of Clan Wolf has denied that these mobile suits belong to him and released the following statement to the press..."

Resnick looks like he's about to blow a gasket.

[OOC: If you want your home nation's cities or bases to have been attacked, feel free. Kors, feel free to NPC Phelan's press statement as well.]
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1.
[Laura's assembled her squad of recruits - those she could invite, persuade, or cajole into volunteering to help out with her morale-boosting Valentine's Day plan. She's just carrying out her final inspection before unleashing them on the ship...]

All right! Everyone's ready? Your costumes are okay? You know what to do?

[Of course, she's not asking anyone to so anything she wouldn't herself! She's found a toga-like white minidress somewhere, and supplemented it with a halo, wings, and a toy bow with matching quiver of heart-tipped arrows. How good a Cupid costume has she - or even you, maybe - managed in your case?]

2. (mingle/open to all)
[And they're loose! A squad of Cupids are wandering the Chalice, picking up and delivering people's Valentine's gifts. Do you have one to send? Are you expecting one, or receiving one unexpectedly? Or do you just think the whole thing is ridiculous?]

OOC
[It's a Valentine's Day courier service! There's a meme to coordinate. Prompt #1 is for volunteers and people looking to laugh at volunteers. Prompt #2 is for people sending or receiving their Valentines as arranged on the meme. Have fun!]
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[1: Network: Immediately Post "A New Path"]

I must know: what is the secret of the Spheroid obsession with female breasts? Anyone who has this information, come forward.

[2: Action]
Final round of the Fetladral bloodname Trial, cut for length. )

[3: action]

One dire wolf pup had proved unwilling to adapt to the wild. Surprisingly not malnourished, it had still bullied its way onto the Chalice during its last Russian stop.

A truly massive animal now, brown with blood red spots that gave it a wounded look, it followed Resnick like a large, menacingly toothed shadow.

"Why do you not leave me be?!" He cried, winding up a kick for it but thinking better as it bared those long fangs.

Isaac was his name, the one he'd impulsively named for the sibkin he'd accidentally-on-purpose killed.

[4: network: private to everyone who participated in the second half of the Getter Robo finale mission]

There is a matter concerning the aftermath of the battle that you should know.
gurrenbrigbonded: (Nova Burst)
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[1]

The events of the past few days– the battle against the final onslaught of the Invaders, the climactic struggle of the Getter Team at Saturn, and the place they departed to– have frankly been epic.

They have also made quite the impression on a certain ex-Jade Falcon, who had not dared to think that such heroism could be possible.

As the White Chalice journeys back to Earth, he can be seen at various places–in his (Tin-foiled) Nova's cockpit on the outer hull, in a vacuum suit by one of the large airlocks, at the observation deck– just staring up at the endless sea of stars as a child would.

http://blogs.voanews.com/science-world/files/2013/01/Under_the_Milky_Way.jpg

Talk to him? Snap him out of it? Play a prank on him?

[2]

Matthew is wandering about the Chalice, looking for the pilots who fought at Saturn, tablet and light pen in hand.

And the most determined of expressions on his face.

[3]

Matthew is sitting by a table in one of the portside lounges, ignoring the cold lunch next to him, and doing something unusual for a frugal warrior from an ascetic caste society.

He is writing on paper. Copious amounts of paper. Some sheets are discarded at his feet, some are set to the side, and all are covered with splotches of ink.

A close examination will reveal them to be...verse poetry?

[4]

Matthew has posted a request on the Chalice Net for all Clan warriors onboard to assemble in Hanger 3 to "Fulfill the debt of honor we owe to the memory of great warriors."

For those of you who show up, Clan or otherwise, there is a gaggle of Clan Wolf/Ex-Jade Falcon warriors and tech caste members about, wondering why the heck they were gathered here. There is no sign of Matthew about.
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1. (video)
[Laura's cleared space in the hangar, gym, and on the deck, and set up tables in the mess hall before posting the announcements around the ship and on the comm network. It took a lot of behind the scenes work to get everything in place, but she's ready to tackle the concerns Matthew raised in her.]

Hello everyone! I know we have a lot of new people aboard lately, from a lot of different backgrounds all over Earth and elsewhere. And I know a lot of us have reasons to be wary of one another... but while we're aboard, it's important that we be able to work together effectively. So a lot of people have helped set up some activities to help us all get to know and trust one another better! There are games, and sports, and combat drills, and simulator challenges... the important thing is that they're all team activities, and teams have to be made up of people who don't normally work together! Let's mix it up a little, and have some fun!

Maid for no reason
2. (action/mingle)
[Anyone who actually decides to participate... go nuts! This is a mingle post. Be the one organizing some ill-advised activity, or be the poor sap(s) sheepishly trudging through it. I've put up a planning post to help people coordinate.]

Laura blushing
3. (locked to Lilly, easily interrupted)
Okay, I'm ready! Just... promise not to laugh, okay?

[Laura's taking Lilly up on her offer of cheerleading lessons! Not that you could necessarily tell that was the plan, if you happened to stumble upon the two in the out-of-the-way training room Laura found for them to use. Instead of anything suggesting a cheerleading uniform she's wearing her ordinary tracksuit, looking not far different to when she started training with the 501st, in fact - which, given that Lilly presumably will not be introducing either simulated or live fire in to the exercise, probably says something about how comfortable she is with the whole idea...]

[[Backdated to before Clan Wolf's festivities and that whole impending doom thing.

Feel free to have participated in the planning or setup, or to be running one of the events! Enthusiasm counted for more than qualifications in the selection process, so some ideas may well be a little... half baked.]]
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There is a furor of activities in the hangars as Clan Wolf mechs and Elementals (most of Ranna's Trinary, in fact) transfer onto the large dropship docked to the White Chalice. This does not appear to be the usual periodic supply run.

Speaking with any of the Clanners, warriors or not, will let you know that they are going back to Wolf City in Siberia for several days to witness a Trial of some sort. Regardless of whether you had received Ranna's invitation, they will extend it again.

A trip to Wolf City!

Several flights are scheduled, so one need not worry about missing a dropship there or back.

(1)

The flight there was uneventful, except perhaps for the fact that the dropship shot up out of atmosphere first, before descending straight down over Siberia to the city, giving one a good view of Earth and a glimpse of Wolf warships in orbit.

Wolf City itself seems quite utilitarian in its layout, the spaceport that the dropship landed in was dead center of the city, and many buildings appear similar in design. However, there is a strong and sleek style to their architecture which is more than just utilitarian and distinctive enough that it is clearly a city unlike any others on Earth. You also see a larger and more monumental structure near the spaceport – the Clan Hall.

A middle-height young man wearing Clan Wolf’s dress uniform greets the group as they leave the dropship. Unlike Ranna’s and Resnick’s rank insignia of two small red stars, his has a single large star.

“I bid you welcome to Wolf City,” he pauses at that with a smile, as if knowing how bland it was. “I am Phelan Kell, Khan of Clan Wolf. It is an honor to finally meet you. Star Captain Ranna spoke often and highly of the White Chalice.”

(2)
Lodging has been provided at the Visitor Center near the spaceport. At a glimpse, the nearest parts of the city are:

Commercial District – this is where you find the most non-Clanners doing trading. The most striking thing you notice is that there is no ‘currency exchange’, and most shops and stores accept all currency and goods for trade. Furthermore, they seem to value the goods more, as they will ask for more currency comparatively.

Residential Zones – making up most of the city, the zones appear to be designed similarly.

Feel free to explore!

(3)
The next day you are invited by Ranna to the Clan Hall. The building is strangely grand compared to the rest of the city, and there are Elementals acting as guards. She leads you to a rather comfortable room. Multiple smaller holovid screens have been setup in addition to the main screen.

It shows a large chamber with circular seating arrangement. Close to twenty people are present, and after a short speech introducing the leader of the ‘Kerensky Bloodhouse’ – each person present takes turn naming a candidate for a ‘Trial of Bloodright’. Ranna seems strangely intent as she watches the proceedings.

After each of them has nominated a name, the leader nominates a list of names, ending with “And the last nomination is Ranna, whose claim to the bloodheritage comes from Natasha Kerensky.”

In total, you count 31 nominations.

(4)
Immediately after that, the view changes to the outskirts of the city – a snow landscape dotted with some forestry. There is not much wind at the moment, so the view is clear. Icons popped up on the screen, and you can see names of the mech and pilot attached to each icon. The icons are scattered about, and you count about thirty.

The various smaller screens can be adjusted to provide different views of the area, or to track a single mech.

“Commence,” came the voice over the screen, and the mechs leap into action.

Clearly this is no simulation, and the weapons are not powered down as missiles arc over terrain, lasers burn molten trails into armor and autocannon rounds leave craters in the snow when they miss. Nobody seems to be taking sides as the free for all rages on.

What is going on here?

((OOC: the trials will be in a later post, as this is long enough. Assume that the dropships will shuttle you back and forth on request, so feel free to come along!))
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The White Chalice was passing by an old town abandoned since Second Impact, and Hayato was putting it to some good. He had the few soldiers who had stayed with him since the battle against Shin Getter Dragon running through urban combat simulations in the ruins, both on foot and in mechs.

At the moment, Some of his men are doing mech sparring, but Hayato himself had his men practicing breaching maneuvers in an old hotel. They were filing out afterward a particularly clumsy attempt and Hayato was holding a stopwatch. He looked unhappy.

"Sixteen seconds. Sloppy. If you were really trying, you should be able to do it in nine. Try again, from the top."

Have comments? Want to get in on the practice yourself? Perhaps the sound of gunfire interrupting your Me Time.
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[1]

[Mad's been working hard on the Lambda for the past few days, in fact it barely resembled the Zaku it used to be - now looking more like its own machine. It however looked like it had been opened up quite a bit in order to make further modifications - meaning there was no way it was going to be combat capable for now.]

[You can find the blonde looking through her notes, practically covered from top to bottom with notes, muttering about the numbers and looking just a teensy bit concerned. There was also Minovsky Reactor not too far away - one commonly used by Zakus... why did Mad remove it from the Lambda?]


[2]

[Additionally she was working on something else as well. Several parts were all over the place as she tinkered with what you can assume looked like a generator. But whatever it was it ran on clearly wasn't visible... or lethal for that matter. Additionally there were several carved panels close by her.]

[Anyone who passed by where the wreck of Ares Gear was would find it severely chopped up and missing massive amounts of parts. Clearly Mad's been taking 'recycling' lessons from Lowe and lessons on not wasting anything the Wolves very well.]


[3]

[Mad grunted as she got the last panel closed, wiping some sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand as she looked up at the Lambda. Finished.... it was finally finished. She let out a tired laugh and whooped before letting herself collapse on her rear.]

You and me buddy.... we're gonna go places. You. Me. Maria and dad. Yui too.

[Drop by to say a few words to Mad about her machine?]

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[1]

Matthew should be happy. He has risen from the status of bondsman to become a Mechwarrior again, proven himself to his new clan in combat twice, and acquired many potent (well, zany) comrades and allies. His star is truly on the rise, even more so because the Gurren Brigade is a small group.

And yet, he finds himself troubled: by moral quandaries, elaborate philosophical dilemmas, the conflict between the traditions he came from and the urgings of his heart.

More immediately, though, he is troubled by his Nova, which is...wrecked. An arm blasted off, the armor is pitted and cored, and the gyro system half near pretty much melted.

He notices certain techs in the hangar bay glaring at him.

"Ah..."

[2]

Matthew has organized a discussion group in one of the lounges, for a very specific group of people: former Jade Falcon Clansmen taken as bondsmen. The topics on discussion are varied: how people are settling in, what interesting things have happened, gossip about the more infamous members of the Chalice...and culture shock, of course. The massive culture shock. And the shouting of attack names: what's with that?

There are refreshments of course. And booze. And cookies.

Matthew chats with a few fellow former Falconers. He really perks up, however, when Trothkin from his former Star show up.

[I figured this would be a good way to develop plot related to all the Clanner shenanigans, as well as explore characters both pc and npc. Anyone who has/is connected somehow to a bondsman, feel free to come over. And everyone else, too. There are cookies.]

[3]

Matthew walks down the hallway, whistling a merry tune.

Then he stumbles midstep, his eyes widening as he realizes the awful truth.

"I...I uttered a contraction in the midst of battle!" He cries out.
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[1]

Several of Clan Wolf's elementals are laid up in the infirmary, not looking happy as they're hooked up to machines that beep and whirr and keep them alive. They have gruesome wounds: huge pitch black bruises bespeaking internal injury from vicious snouts, chunks ripped from their skin. Whatever they fought back there, it was vicious enough to put several of the huge, genetically engineered power-armor troopers hors d'combat for weeks and months.

Then a documentary about marine life comes on the holoset left to keep them from getting too bored and suddenly every hand reaches for a weapon. React? Change the channel?

[2]

It's almost time to go and that means the dire wolves are due to be released soon: Ulric (gray brindle), Natasha (all black), Vlad (red brindle), Kaya (grey with brown paws) and Isaac (brown with blood red spots). Terrifying creatures, they each now stand the height of an adult human. These are not the cuddly pups you made much of six months ago. These are wild fucking animals and even the elementals wrangling them onto the dropship are wary of them.

Still, if you were kind to them, they may remember you...if you're not too scared to get close.

[3//locked to Adette]

It had been a hard day and Resnick was not one to usually burn the midnight oil. In the wee hours, he was sprawled face down on his spartan bunk. With both roommates absent, he could drift into deep sleep as he drooled on his pillow, dreaming that he was wearing his ceremonial leathers in a vat of sour cream while a floating nova cat (the animal, not the Clan) told him that it was developing an attraction to corpulent women. It had been a long day, full of rocket rides and terrible dolphins who were most definitely not thankful for all the fish.

He certainly didn't expect what happened next.
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[To the shock of absolutely no one Madoka is full of Christmas Spirit. In fact she has somehow obtained a Santa outfit and is parading around the ship humming Christmas carols while completing her usual Jersey Club duties. Following Kincaid's example she was now trying to decorate the entire ship. Not leaving a single inch untouched.]

[Help her out? Ask where she found a Santa outfit in the middle of the Mediterranean?]
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Anyone who has known our dire wolf pups:

Upon our return to the settlement and the beginning of the Trials for the Kerensky bloodname, we will also be releasing the five dire wolf pups we have been fostering into the wild. The Scientists and I thank you for your assistance in this matter. The time has now come for them to resume their rightful role as apex predators of the tundra ecosystem.

[The actual saying goodbye thread will be in whatever post Kors puts up for the bloodname contest/general stuff in the Wolf settlement]
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[The evening after the attack of the Inspectors, Hayato could be found at Herb's bar, sitting in the darkest, quietest corner like the anti-hero he is, nursing a glass of scotch and brooding. Eventually he spoke loud enough to be heard.]

A toast: To the blindness of politicians, and the doom of millions!

[He tossed back the drink and slouched deeper in his seat. It looks like this may not have been his first drink of the evening.]

Maybe when a few more cities are burning ruins, they'll get their heads out of their asses. I'm not holding my breath though.

[Then, to the barkeeper.]

Montgomery, another scotch.
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1. (the Arboretum)

[Laura's on bad form. It turns out Shifter powers can keep a giant electrified mecha shield from killing you if you get too close, but not from doing a fair bit of damage. So, while those powers are in turn helping her recover quickly, for a while she's stuck taking it easy - and avoiding contact with anything mechanical, because she's still getting zapped by door handles.

And anyone mechanical, which is just unfair.

And her hair looks stupid.

So she's sitting under a tree, trying to read an (ordinary, paper) book, and failing as she keeps dozing off. Actual human (or non-) contact would probably be viewed as a life-saver...]


2.

Nuan Chun? Xue Yi? You're not hiding anywhere you shouldn't be, are you?

[Being under doctors' orders to take a few days off from her hangar and kitchen duties, Laura thought spending time with her goddaughters would be a way to turn the setback around. It turns out seven- and four-year-old girls are not in fact undemanding people to spend time with. And now that they've talked her in to playing hide and seek, she's starting to get a little frantic searching for them.]
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[1//pre-mission]

Resnick can be found bent over the displays in the comm room, grinning excitedly, eager as a pup of his Clan's namesake. Battle-lust flares his nostrils and quickens his heartbeat.

"White Chalice, multiple galaxies of Jade Falcons have been detected burning for earth. We will be heading out to face the enemy's Third Talon, a cluster attached to Peregrine Galaxy. Any who wish to experience the Clan way of warfare should meet us in the hangar."

[2//post-mission]

Resnick staggers from the heap that his Timber Wolf has been reduced to, stumbling as he dismounts. He's as bruised as a fallen fruit, with several angry red abrasions. His normal arrogant confidence is gone, replaced with a distant look. It's an unsettling thing to experience if you know him at all, like watching your cocky older brother get his ass handed to him in a cage fight.

He says only one thing in a flat voice: "Tynall..."

[3//post-mission]

Your local news station is showing one of their broadcasters making one of the frowny faces they reserve for moderately tragic events.

"The Earth Sphere once again became a battlefield as warring tribes named after animals battled it out. Several regiments of what's become known as the 'Green Eagle Tribe' landed today, and announced their seizure of several population centers. They were opposed in their claim by mobile suits bearing the insignia of a snarling dog's head, leading to speculation that they may be called something like the 'Rabid Dog Tribe'." A map appears on the screen showing the Jade Falcon landing zones. "At these sites, they clashed. Though many mobile suits were destroyed, damage to civilian infrastructure was low. And now joining us is Professor Nimrod Pennyroyal, who believes the whole thing to be a hoax. Professor?"

[4//post-mission]

Resnick is sitting in his room, eating Terran junk food and watching sad operas on the holo. Break him out of this ridiculous funk?

[5//post-mission//locked to those on the mission]

The former Wolf, former Jade Falcon, and Wolf once again bondswoman has Resnick's strong jaw and choppy blonde curls. Tynall Vickers was his sibkin, raised in the same sibko as him, one of the strongest bonds a Clan Warrior is permitted to make. Yet it's obvious that she considers that bond null and void with him. She spits whenever he walks past. Wherever you find her, she'll expound on her hatred for him, or any other question you might have. It's a bondsman's duty, after all.
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The big dude can be found looking over the ship's archive of footage. On his screen, two mechs dance, whirling as they maneuver for advantage like snapping ice wraiths. The sight of physical combat between mechs makes his mouth go dry, though the reason isn't the normal Clan taboo against it.

"Perhaps I was wrong about physical combat..."

This is clearly a difficult admission for him.

[OOC: The footage isn't necessarily that particular fight. Substitute any beam saber duel you want.]

Bloody Rose

Nov. 3rd, 2012 11:46 pm
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Yui was rather beat up after the last fight, what with Shemhazai's cockpit crushing in on her and all. And while she didn't make much fuss about it, she is hurt enough to be forced into a bed for a while, with a few shots of painkillers to go around as well.

One of the chairs next to her bed is manned round-the clock by Madeline, once she recieved her basic care. And while occasionally late into the night Mad may drift off into sleep, or get up to use the bathroom, she is there the vast majority of the time.

Those roses that Graf used now decorate a small vase next to Yui's bed.

(So yeah, Mad/Yui post! Responses may come from both characters. Specify if you want to wait for Mad to leave, though she may of course come back later. This'll probably be the first time most people hear of their relationship.)
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
Clan funeral rites, unlike everything else in their ritual-suffused lives are not particularly elaborate. For Shem, the elemental killed by a sniper unit that decided it wanted to take some of these terrifying invaders with it, his ashes are simply laid in an urn (there had been a darkly hilarious conversation where Resnick interrogated their command staff about where the vats for the recycling of bodies were) along with his giftake (the last and considered most 'pure' genetic sample) in a little ferroplastic container.

He'd been the hardest on Mad and Laura in their training, disbelieving that two baseline humans could ever keep up with the way they practiced. But gradually he'd warmed to them and gave them noogies like the rest of his point.

Outside in the rubble, fourteen Clan Warriors stand in a circle around the final remains. As the senior officer present, Resnick is obligated to read from The Remembrance.

"Let all warriors bear their mark proudly, Taking what pride they can in their accomplishments; For our lives should be full of glory, but short.. Seyla."

"Seyla!" Echo the others, and Shem's ashes are scattered on the soil of Sacred Terra. The ritual over, the Wolves mingled amongst themselves, sharing memories of the dead and expressing hope that his death will guarantee his genes a place in the breeding program.
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[Private to Nanohana and Mad]

[A nervous looking Scientist with a widow's peak and Resnick appear on screen.]

"Hello, Mechwarrior Nano-"

"You do not need to address them by those titles. The Spheroids do not use them."

"Ah, right, my apologies. Madeleine Caine, Nanohana Himesaki, we are finished with the test. You are indeed sisters."

[Private to Ranna]

I have been noticing that we get ambushed quite a bit. What do you think of sending back to HQ for a Watch agent? Can we justify taking one away from the Blakist investigation?

Recall

Oct. 20th, 2012 06:23 pm
[identity profile] demonofjeeha.livejournal.com
[After that mission, Gurren is a freaking WRECK, with blast marks, a half-melted shoulder, and a huge slash right down the front. Kamina is unhurt, at least, beyond the normal bruises from getting bounced around the cockpit in a fight, and what kind of professional manly man would let those slow him down. He is curious about something though.]

Hey guys, there's some kinda warning light flashing here, it says...

[He peers closely at it, like a man who is barely literate and that only a recent development.]

Uh... d...damagee, damage! Damage levels....critical. Retoooorn...Return, Return to...re...

"Damage Levels Critical, Return to Recall Point!"

Then there's a bunch of numbers. What d'you think that means?
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[The Chalice is still moving west across the Pacific when a few familiar faces arrive in the hangar, hot on the heels of a familiar ship heaving in to range over the horizon. The Nirvana's back to supplement the Chalice's mini-fleet again, and it doesn't take long for a shuttle to bring the three tourists back aboard, along with the supplies and souvenirs they've brought with them. The three are as refreshed as you might expect after a couple of weeks' vacation in a place like Meijire, but Laura's also looking concerned at what she could see of the ship on the way across, and what she sees in the hangar.]

So - what happened while we were gone? We didn't get much news after leaving London... and it looks like the Chalice has been through a lot...

((OOC: Laura, Lily and Dita have arrived back on the returned Nirvana! This thread is for people wanting responses from Laura alone, or for more than one of the trio. Dita and Lily will both have individual posts up shortly.))
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1]

Some of the Scientists have recovered an important artifact for clanners far from home. They're all draped over the couch in the lounge now, elementals on the floor, Resnick, some of the other mechwarriors and the Scientists and Technicians on the couch itself and chairs and aerospace pilots perched birdlike on the back.

They're watching The Adventures Of Clan Spaniel. A group of anthropomorphic Warriors, led by Polly, their parrot Khan, are on a never ending quest to liberate their homeworlds from five tribes of evil monkeys (thinly disguised versions of the Succesor States). As the show winds on, continuity errors seem to appear, with the previous episode's events seemingly disregarded in the next. This is due to the Diamond Sharks producing two versions, one for Crusader and one for Warden clans. In the former Clan Spaniel begins a final campaign that ousts the evil monkey tribes, starting with Polly or his subordinates dueling and killing each of the monkey kings in turn (despite the monkeys trying various dishonorable ploys). In the latter, some of the monkeys realize that it would be best to befriend Clan Spaniel, and the Clan helps some of the monkeys to defeat the secret evil overlord that was manipulating them.

There's much discussion over what should have happened and who's the best character.

[2//Locked to Mad]

Resnick is checking up on Mad. When he finds her, he doesn't immediately probe after what happened. Sensitivity he may not have but discretion is well within his abilities.

"I have come to visit my wounded trothkin."
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1]

Resnick is arguing with the medical staff. He is fine, and does not see any need to submit to an examination. This? What about it? It is just blood. You are doctors, you should know how easily the most minor of head wounds bleed. He does not have a concussion, so please stop asking him that.

[2]

Now he's in the library, making notes on something on a data pad. His file, painstakingly compiled, shows the major war crimes of most factions in the Earth Sphere, including the various Zeons, the Federation, Britannia, the Word Of Blake, the Invaders (with a note saying APPARENTLY NEUTRALIZED at the top), the BeastMen and the Siberian Railway. The longest entry, however, is dedicated just to Luger Amwulf and all the various things he's done on board the Chalice, including a painstaking list of everything he's ever painted on his mech or those of his friends.

He's still got absorbent pads stuffed in his nostrils and it looks ridiculous.


[3//Private to Mad]

I would speak with you when you have some time.
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1]

Resnick is arguing with the medical staff. He is fine, and does not see any need to submit to an examination. This? What about it? It is just blood. You are doctors, you should know how easily the most minor of head wounds bleed. He does not have a concussion, so please stop asking him that.

[2]

Now he's in the library, making notes on something on a data pad. His file, painstakingly compiled, shows the major war crimes of most factions in the Earth Sphere, including the various Zeons, the Federation, Britannia, the Word Of Blake, the Invaders (with a note saying APPARENTLY NEUTRALIZED at the top), the BeastMen and the Siberian Railway. The longest entry, however, is dedicated just to Luger Amwulf and all the various things he's done on board the Chalice, including a painstaking list of everything he's ever painted on his mech or those of his friends.

He's still got absorbent pads stuffed in his nostrils and it looks ridiculous.


[3//Private to Mad]

I would speak with you when you have some time.
[identity profile] wardeninexile.livejournal.com
Despite helping out with the repairs on the Chalice, you may have noticed some of the clanners being more restless than usual.

[1]

On this particular day, a rather large screen had been set up together with communication consoles at an unused corner of the hangar. Several clanners had gathered – including former bondsmen. The dire wolf pups were there as well, sniffing about curiously.

Ranna spoke softly to someone over the comms, before ending it with “Aff, my Khan.”

She switched on the video feed on the screen – it was Earth orbit again, except as the screen panned out, a ship almost a mile long went by. It was followed by another ship that was almost 900m long, both carrying the insignia of Clan Wolf. Both appeared damage, though around them were aerospace fighters and dropships flying escorts. The view continued to panned, as the main bulk of the exiled Wolves appeared.

Tens of jumpships, with hundreds of dropships trailed the 2 warships. There were various different designs, and many of them were visibly unarmed.

A secondary display on the screen showed their telemetry, and their intended destination as some of the dropships began their descent into atmosphere – Siberia.

At this, most of the clanners and even some of the wolf pups were silent, watching the screen intently.

Clan Wolf had completed its own Exodus, not unlike their Great Father many centuries ago.

[2]

The aftermath of the first landings were hectic, as Ranna and her fellow clanners took in reports of their available strength.

Finally there were some breather, and Ranna stared at the clipboard in her hand, a list of ship names apparent. Her attention was focused on the final ship listed.

Mother Jocasta, Cameron-class Battlecruiser

She crossed out some words and corrected it with a marker.

Ulric Kerensky Mother Jocasta, Cameron-class Battlecruiser

She sighed softly.
[identity profile] wardeninexile.livejournal.com
Despite helping out with the repairs on the Chalice, you may have noticed some of the clanners being more restless than usual.

[1]

On this particular day, a rather large screen had been set up together with communication consoles at an unused corner of the hangar. Several clanners had gathered – including former bondsmen. The dire wolf pups were there as well, sniffing about curiously.

Ranna spoke softly to someone over the comms, before ending it with “Aff, my Khan.”

She switched on the video feed on the screen – it was Earth orbit again, except as the screen panned out, a ship almost a mile long went by. It was followed by another ship that was almost 900m long, both carrying the insignia of Clan Wolf. Both appeared damage, though around them were aerospace fighters and dropships flying escorts. The view continued to panned, as the main bulk of the exiled Wolves appeared.

Tens of jumpships, with hundreds of dropships trailed the 2 warships. There were various different designs, and many of them were visibly unarmed.

A secondary display on the screen showed their telemetry, and their intended destination as some of the dropships began their descent into atmosphere – Siberia.

At this, most of the clanners and even some of the wolf pups were silent, watching the screen intently.

Clan Wolf had completed its own Exodus, not unlike their Great Father many centuries ago.

[2]

The aftermath of the first landings were hectic, as Ranna and her fellow clanners took in reports of their available strength.

Finally there were some breather, and Ranna stared at the clipboard in her hand, a list of ship names apparent. Her attention was focused on the final ship listed.

Mother Jocasta, Cameron-class Battlecruiser

She crossed out some words and corrected it with a marker.

Ulric Kerensky Mother Jocasta, Cameron-class Battlecruiser

She sighed softly.
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1]

After the mission, a Clan Wolf dropship has docked with the Chalice, offloading a few more bits of cargo: some supplies, several Scientists (assigned to study the diverse new weapons of Terra) and on a kind of mobile play yard a few yards wide, several dire wolf pups, excitedly whimpering and sniffing about, trying to climb over the sides of the enclosure and get lost in all the new and interesting smells. Six months old, they're already bigger than most adult dogs and their paws are still massive, giving a clue to their eventual enormous size. And these are the runts of the litters, rejected by their mothers due to the stress of travelling aboard a warship.

[2]

While trying to work, eat, use the gym or do anything else that does not involve giving it his full and utmost attention, Resnick is constantly being nudged by a small, wet snout. Then a bark and a bowing motion that says LET'S PLAY.

He sighs. He can't snap at his clan's totem. "What do you want?"

[3]

And with his door carelessly left open that night, he can be heard snoring, blanket discarded and in his underclothes. This may all be due to the massive dire wolf pup that is now sleeping on him.
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1]

After the mission, a Clan Wolf dropship has docked with the Chalice, offloading a few more bits of cargo: some supplies, several Scientists (assigned to study the diverse new weapons of Terra) and on a kind of mobile play yard a few yards wide, several dire wolf pups, excitedly whimpering and sniffing about, trying to climb over the sides of the enclosure and get lost in all the new and interesting smells. Six months old, they're already bigger than most adult dogs and their paws are still massive, giving a clue to their eventual enormous size. And these are the runts of the litters, rejected by their mothers due to the stress of travelling aboard a warship.

[2]

While trying to work, eat, use the gym or do anything else that does not involve giving it his full and utmost attention, Resnick is constantly being nudged by a small, wet snout. Then a bark and a bowing motion that says LET'S PLAY.

He sighs. He can't snap at his clan's totem. "What do you want?"

[3]

And with his door carelessly left open that night, he can be heard snoring, blanket discarded and in his underclothes. This may all be due to the massive dire wolf pup that is now sleeping on him.
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1//Network//public]

We have returned. The campaign was a success. With the Siberian Resistance, we liberated most of the domepoli and sent the savashri Railway back east, towards Okhutsk.

The following Warriors came to our aid when we needed them and have our gratitude: Micheal Wilson, PRIME and an aerospace pilot who will remain unnamed.

[2//Action//open]

[a]

The campaign a blur in his head, his bones still vibrating, Resnick stepped off the dropship To Glory and into the hangar. The smells and noises of a mech hangar greeted him, familiar and satisfying. It was odd how much he'd grown to like this place over the past couple months.

They offloaded several squat looking light mechs too: Dogozzos and Dorbeks, upgraded with Clan tech. The dorbeks were dominated by large (for its size) caliber LBX or ultra autocannons. The dogozzos proved trickier. The capacities of the heavy caliber machine guns on the nipples chests were easy to increase, making for effectively four machine guns instead of two. The leftover tonnage was filled with more armor plates, single shot missiles held in the hands or electronic warfare equipment.

[b]

He was briefly confined to the medical bay after the doctors found out how long he'd been off the drugs that kept his enhanced imaging system from making him a gibbering pile of crazy. He paced in there as he waited for them to take effect but had to admit they were right.

[c]

Amazingly not done with drinking yet, he marched into the bar and asked the unthinkable of the petite bartender:

"Give me the Luger special."

He sought a little oblivion.

[d]

And passed out on a table, he found it.
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1//Network//public]

We have returned. The campaign was a success. With the Siberian Resistance, we liberated most of the domepoli and sent the savashri Railway back east, towards Okhutsk.

The following Warriors came to our aid when we needed them and have our gratitude: Micheal Wilson, PRIME and an aerospace pilot who will remain unnamed.

[2//Action//open]

[a]

The campaign a blur in his head, his bones still vibrating, Resnick stepped off the dropship To Glory and into the hangar. The smells and noises of a mech hangar greeted him, familiar and satisfying. It was odd how much he'd grown to like this place over the past couple months.

They offloaded several squat looking light mechs too: Dogozzos and Dorbeks, upgraded with Clan tech. The dorbeks were dominated by large (for its size) caliber LBX or ultra autocannons. The dogozzos proved trickier. The capacities of the heavy caliber machine guns on the nipples chests were easy to increase, making for effectively four machine guns instead of two. The leftover tonnage was filled with more armor plates, single shot missiles held in the hands or electronic warfare equipment.

[b]

He was briefly confined to the medical bay after the doctors found out how long he'd been off the drugs that kept his enhanced imaging system from making him a gibbering pile of crazy. He paced in there as he waited for them to take effect but had to admit they were right.

[c]

Amazingly not done with drinking yet, he marched into the bar and asked the unthinkable of the petite bartender:

"Give me the Luger special."

He sought a little oblivion.

[d]

And passed out on a table, he found it.
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[Network//Locked to friends of him and/or Ranna]

Trothkin I have a grave announcement to make. We...are being overwhelmed. At least two regiments' worth of Siberian Railway forces have laid seige to the domes. They must have had secret factories. We have lost no mechs, but for each of ours, there are dozens of theirs and we are down to our last ammo, spare parts and replacement armor.

We...[He sounds tired and utterly ashamed as he says this.]...need your help. We are sending a dropship to dock with White Chalice which can bring you here within eight hours.

You will have our eternal gratitude and that of the people of the Domepoli. And a share of the isorla, of course.

[Action//Siberia, day five of the campaign//approximately two AM//locked to recipients of the above network post or this one]

That's the place a martyr is born... )

[OOC: Two groups, each will have their own seperate threads while they accomplish their mission. Here is a rough map of the domepoli. Dome Six had its dome stolen by the Railway in the last log. Domes 1, 2, 3 and 4 are under Railway control, the rest are in the hands of the rebels and Wolves. The domes are ranked in order from richest to poorest, with 1 being the richest.]
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[Network//Locked to friends of him and/or Ranna]

Trothkin I have a grave announcement to make. We...are being overwhelmed. At least two regiments' worth of Siberian Railway forces have laid seige to the domes. They must have had secret factories. We have lost no mechs, but for each of ours, there are dozens of theirs and we are down to our last ammo, spare parts and replacement armor.

We...[He sounds tired and utterly ashamed as he says this.]...need your help. We are sending a dropship to dock with White Chalice which can bring you here within eight hours.

You will have our eternal gratitude and that of the people of the Domepoli. And a share of the isorla, of course.

[Action//Siberia, day five of the campaign//approximately two AM//locked to recipients of the above network post or this one]

That's the place a martyr is born... )

[OOC: Two groups, each will have their own seperate threads while they accomplish their mission. Here is a rough map of the domepoli. Dome Six had its dome stolen by the Railway in the last log. Domes 1, 2, 3 and 4 are under Railway control, the rest are in the hands of the rebels and Wolves. The domes are ranked in order from richest to poorest, with 1 being the richest.]

[Morning]

Aug. 26th, 2012 12:35 am
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[Locked to CR//Action]

That morning the hangar was abuzz with clanners moving back and forth, loading omnimechs and elemental armor into the two Wolf dropships. The previous night's solemmnity is replaced by frantic motion.

Resnick's gathered together all the people he's grown close to, who were there through his culture shock, his arrogance and rages.

"Trothkin, it has been an honor to serve with you. Today we leave for a campaign that will result in either my Clan finding a home or our lives being claimed. There is no middle ground. If we do not return, I hope you will remember us."

And then he removed a violin and played a crude version of an old, sad song

[Locked to Micheal Wilson//Network]

Micheal Wilson, I must speak with you before we leave.

[Morning]

Aug. 26th, 2012 12:35 am
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[Locked to CR//Action]

That morning the hangar was abuzz with clanners moving back and forth, loading omnimechs and elemental armor into the two Wolf dropships. The previous night's solemmnity is replaced by frantic motion.

Resnick's gathered together all the people he's grown close to, who were there through his culture shock, his arrogance and rages.

"Trothkin, it has been an honor to serve with you. Today we leave for a campaign that will result in either my Clan finding a home or our lives being claimed. There is no middle ground. If we do not return, I hope you will remember us."

And then he removed a violin and played a crude version of an old, sad song

[Locked to Micheal Wilson//Network]

Micheal Wilson, I must speak with you before we leave.
[identity profile] wardeninexile.livejournal.com
((Forward dated to 24th))

"To friends, comrades and fellow warriors: It is with great pleasure that we invite you to join us in celebration of our Founding Day."

Everyone on the White Chalice would have received the invitation signed off by both Ranna and Resnick. A brief itenary has been included.

[1]

The day begins at the promenade, where both old and newly-inducted (from the Jade Falcons after the battle against the Invaders) Wolf warriors have gathered wearing Clan Wolf's dress uniform. Ranna and Resnick are at the front as a message is played:

"To all citizens of the Inner Sphere do I, Aleksandr Kerensky, send greetings.

Know that I have taken the remnant of the Star League Defense Force which has remained true to its purpose beyond the boundaries of the Inner Sphere, beyond the Periphery. I have done this, neither out of disappointment with those whom we leave behind, nor out of spite or disdain, as some will say. No, we have left the Inner Sphere because we love it too much to see it destroyed. In the wake of the Usurper's coup, and the long, bitter fighting that came with it, I fear that my forces would do incalculable, possibly irreparable, harm to our society. We are sworn to ward the Star League and its subjects, not destroy it.

Thus, we have left the only homes we have ever known to place the destructive capability of this armada beyond the reach of those who would use it, not for defense, but for conquest. Perhaps, with the might of our 'Mechs and ships out of reach, the leaders who now grapple with one another will relinquish their dreams of subjugating their neighbors and learn to live in peace with them.

Perhaps, one day, should mankind step back from the brink of the abyss, we, our children, or our children's children will return, to once more serve and protect and guide the Star League in mankind's quest for the stars.

Farewell."


When the message ends, all the present clanners bow their head and utter reverently, "Seyla." They then begin to mingle, share stories and socialise with each other and whoever is present.

[2]

Lunch at the mess hall is definitely more lively than usual - Food has been prepared and arranged on the tables buffet-style. Both clanners and non-clanners have contributed to the pallet available. There are rumors that Resnick himself was responsible for one of the dishes.

Feel free to try them out!

[3]

A flyby!... By a Jumpship. The deck is bustling with activities as a temporarily installed large screen shows the 300m-long Jumpship that had carried Ranna here, Keen Eye, doing a high speed burn near Earth orbit, its pletora of lasers lighting up the space around it (and pointed away from the planet, of course). The feed must have been taken by one of the aerospace fighters.

Drinks are served, both alcoholic and not. The mood is jovial under the night sky.

((This is a full-on holiday for the clanners. Feel free to interact with Ranna, Resnick, both and everyone else!))
[identity profile] wardeninexile.livejournal.com
((Forward dated to 24th))

"To friends, comrades and fellow warriors: It is with great pleasure that we invite you to join us in celebration of our Founding Day."

Everyone on the White Chalice would have received the invitation signed off by both Ranna and Resnick. A brief itenary has been included.

[1]

The day begins at the promenade, where both old and newly-inducted (from the Jade Falcons after the battle against the Invaders) Wolf warriors have gathered wearing Clan Wolf's dress uniform. Ranna and Resnick are at the front as a message is played:

"To all citizens of the Inner Sphere do I, Aleksandr Kerensky, send greetings.

Know that I have taken the remnant of the Star League Defense Force which has remained true to its purpose beyond the boundaries of the Inner Sphere, beyond the Periphery. I have done this, neither out of disappointment with those whom we leave behind, nor out of spite or disdain, as some will say. No, we have left the Inner Sphere because we love it too much to see it destroyed. In the wake of the Usurper's coup, and the long, bitter fighting that came with it, I fear that my forces would do incalculable, possibly irreparable, harm to our society. We are sworn to ward the Star League and its subjects, not destroy it.

Thus, we have left the only homes we have ever known to place the destructive capability of this armada beyond the reach of those who would use it, not for defense, but for conquest. Perhaps, with the might of our 'Mechs and ships out of reach, the leaders who now grapple with one another will relinquish their dreams of subjugating their neighbors and learn to live in peace with them.

Perhaps, one day, should mankind step back from the brink of the abyss, we, our children, or our children's children will return, to once more serve and protect and guide the Star League in mankind's quest for the stars.

Farewell."


When the message ends, all the present clanners bow their head and utter reverently, "Seyla." They then begin to mingle, share stories and socialise with each other and whoever is present.

[2]

Lunch at the mess hall is definitely more lively than usual - Food has been prepared and arranged on the tables buffet-style. Both clanners and non-clanners have contributed to the pallet available. There are rumors that Resnick himself was responsible for one of the dishes.

Feel free to try them out!

[3]

A flyby!... By a Jumpship. The deck is bustling with activities as a temporarily installed large screen shows the 300m-long Jumpship that had carried Ranna here, Keen Eye, doing a high speed burn near Earth orbit, its pletora of lasers lighting up the space around it (and pointed away from the planet, of course). The feed must have been taken by one of the aerospace fighters.

Drinks are served, both alcoholic and not. The mood is jovial under the night sky.

((This is a full-on holiday for the clanners. Feel free to interact with Ranna, Resnick, both and everyone else!))
[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com

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[Locked. Message me or hedge if you wanna come play in Siberia too.

Forward dated to sat]

Adette leaned back against the cold metal wall. She panted quietly, trying to muffle the sound into her gloved hands. Beside her where three other men, pressed against the wall, armed with no more than a few large wrenches, a single pistol, and some homemade smoke bombs.
This was the last leg of this trip, the warehouse they where aiming for was just across an empty lot from where they stood. This was the most dangerous part, if they where spotted now it would certainly put a damper on their plans.
Adette put her hand to her chest, as if trying to keep her heart from beating right out of her body. This was it, this was the moment when everything would start moving forward, coming together. The moment she stepped out from behind this shed the war will have truly begun. It was frightening and exhilarating all at once. Adette had gooseflesh even under her heavy lavender coat.



Searching our hearts for so long )

[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com

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[Locked. Message me or hedge if you wanna come play in Siberia too.

Forward dated to sat]

Adette leaned back against the cold metal wall. She panted quietly, trying to muffle the sound into her gloved hands. Beside her where three other men, pressed against the wall, armed with no more than a few large wrenches, a single pistol, and some homemade smoke bombs.
This was the last leg of this trip, the warehouse they where aiming for was just across an empty lot from where they stood. This was the most dangerous part, if they where spotted now it would certainly put a damper on their plans.
Adette put her hand to her chest, as if trying to keep her heart from beating right out of her body. This was it, this was the moment when everything would start moving forward, coming together. The moment she stepped out from behind this shed the war will have truly begun. It was frightening and exhilarating all at once. Adette had gooseflesh even under her heavy lavender coat.



Searching our hearts for so long )

Q&A time?

Aug. 19th, 2012 01:27 pm
[identity profile] wardeninexile.livejournal.com
[Action and/or text]

After the mission, after Ranna has time to assess casualty and damage reports, she will be at the mess hall, and opens up a network feed as well.

"My initial assessment of only Jade Falcons following us is obviously in err. As such, there are much more about the Inner Sphere than just the Clans that you all should know about. If you have any questions about the Inner Sphere, the Clans, the Word of Blake, or ourselves, I am here to answer your questions.

I was busy the past weeks handling logistics issues that we have had since arriving on Terra, and as such did not speak much to most of you, I do apologise for that."

She has a stack of files and a portable computer unit with her.

Q&A time?

Aug. 19th, 2012 01:27 pm
[identity profile] wardeninexile.livejournal.com
[Action and/or text]

After the mission, after Ranna has time to assess casualty and damage reports, she will be at the mess hall, and opens up a network feed as well.

"My initial assessment of only Jade Falcons following us is obviously in err. As such, there are much more about the Inner Sphere than just the Clans that you all should know about. If you have any questions about the Inner Sphere, the Clans, the Word of Blake, or ourselves, I am here to answer your questions.

I was busy the past weeks handling logistics issues that we have had since arriving on Terra, and as such did not speak much to most of you, I do apologise for that."

She has a stack of files and a portable computer unit with her.
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1: Network//Public]

As Hayato Jin has outlined the Invaders for us, it is only fair that I do the same for the opponents we fought from my universe. What you met out there was not Clan Jade Falcon as we had originally thought. It was The Word Of Blake.

Let me briefly explain their history. Three hundred and fifty years ago in my universe, The Star League united interstellar civilization. When the Star League collapsed, two of its greatest institutions went their seperate ways. The Star League Defense Force exiled itself into the Deep Periphery, where we would become The Clans. The Star League Communications Service, which was responsible for faster than light communication throughout the Inner Sphere and Periphery, became Comstar. Comstar gradually developed a mystical bent, seeing technology as sacred and carefully guarding it against the ravages of the Succession Wars.

It is ironic that we would clash, but we two descendants of The Star League did, on the world of Tukayyid. As a result of the defeat of the other Clans, we signed a fifteen year truce. Primus Anastasius Focht began reforms of Comstar immediately afterwards, secularising it.

The more conservative parts of Comstar split off to become The Word Of Blake. They see themselves as holy warriors. Ambushes, killing noncoms, false flag operations, they do not shy away from any of these dezgra tactics.

That is our enemy. They intercepted the Jade Falcons and pretended to be them to try to lure us into a trap.

It was...only the quick thinking of Star Captain Ranna that prevented the jaws from closing around us.

[2: Action]

After the Blakists dropping artillery on their heads, Resnick can be found in the gym, pounding on the bag. He grunts with each shot that lifts it on its chains, rattling them. This is not a display of finesse and technique. It's a man letting off steam.
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1: Network//Public]

As Hayato Jin has outlined the Invaders for us, it is only fair that I do the same for the opponents we fought from my universe. What you met out there was not Clan Jade Falcon as we had originally thought. It was The Word Of Blake.

Let me briefly explain their history. Three hundred and fifty years ago in my universe, The Star League united interstellar civilization. When the Star League collapsed, two of its greatest institutions went their seperate ways. The Star League Defense Force exiled itself into the Deep Periphery, where we would become The Clans. The Star League Communications Service, which was responsible for faster than light communication throughout the Inner Sphere and Periphery, became Comstar. Comstar gradually developed a mystical bent, seeing technology as sacred and carefully guarding it against the ravages of the Succession Wars.

It is ironic that we would clash, but we two descendants of The Star League did, on the world of Tukayyid. As a result of the defeat of the other Clans, we signed a fifteen year truce. Primus Anastasius Focht began reforms of Comstar immediately afterwards, secularising it.

The more conservative parts of Comstar split off to become The Word Of Blake. They see themselves as holy warriors. Ambushes, killing noncoms, false flag operations, they do not shy away from any of these dezgra tactics.

That is our enemy. They intercepted the Jade Falcons and pretended to be them to try to lure us into a trap.

It was...only the quick thinking of Star Captain Ranna that prevented the jaws from closing around us.

[2: Action]

After the Blakists dropping artillery on their heads, Resnick can be found in the gym, pounding on the bag. He grunts with each shot that lifts it on its chains, rattling them. This is not a display of finesse and technique. It's a man letting off steam.

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