Infinite Stratos Character Creation and Fanfiction Discussion

[Frosty]

Originally Posted by Captain Orange

^ That's one of the most ridiculous gov't plots I've ever heard.

But hey, politics can sometimes make a person do crazy things.

I don't want that :P

[lovetospoon73]

Originally Posted by Captain Orange

^ That's one of the most ridiculous gov't plots I've ever heard.

But hey, politics can sometimes make a person do crazy things.

hey, ichika is the only guy that can pilot an IS unit, & since tabane/other sciencist ain't working on a way to allow other guys to pilot IS units, & chifuyu wo't allow her broher to be a test monkey, we don't even know the reason on why ichika can pilot an IS unit, because Yumizuru won't tell us or give us any hints, & IS units=power, & let me remind u that charl had to pretend to be a dude

[demino_hellsin]

Please please please please PLEASE remember that actual representatives and representative cadets are two completely separate things. Ichika's harem are mostly representative cadets/candidates. Thus far only Tatenashi has been the only student confirmed to be a representative. Maybe Natasha, I forgot but I think Iris Calling was considered as her replacement.

There have been too many a rage-gument in the forum merely because of this distinction.

[Fireminer]

Originally Posted by blitz1/2

rewrite fic for fate? You mean, my fate/madoka one?

Sacred is on pause until latest chapter of Fate/Madoka is completed.

I mean Prismatic Edge.

... Now remember it, if Izuru ever visited this page, he would have enough fictional materials for two I.S.

I have this stupid scenario: Ichika uses Byakushiki to stop the Chinese and Japanese's fighting over Senkaku islands (No killing, of course). Then, who'll judge him when all is done? The Academy, Japanese Government, or U.N?

It's kind of amusing to have someone who is considered a monster by one side and a traitor by the other.

[coco6561]

How would Natasha and Chifuyu refer to each other? Would any honorfics be used?

[Tempest35]

Originally Posted by demino_hellsin

Please please please please PLEASE remember that actual representatives and representative cadets are two completely separate things. Ichika's harem are mostly representative cadets/candidates. Thus far only Tatenashi has been the only student confirmed to be a representative. Maybe Natasha, I forgot but I think Iris Calling was considered as her replacement.

There have been too many a rage-gument in the forum merely because of this distinction.

I thought Natasha was just the pilot of Silvero, which was a unit in development. Wiki says they are both Rep Candidates but since Natasha got the honor of being Silver's test pilot, I think she ranks as the better pilot between herself and Iris.

[demino_hellsin]

Oh, then I did remember that wrong. The only one I was sure of was Tatenashi actually. I think Ichika too because they wanted to take advantage of the whole circus freak show thing. Either that or it was just being honored with the ownership of a personal IS.

[blitz1/2]

Originally Posted by Fireminer

I mean Prismatic Edge.

... Now remember it, if Izuru ever visited this page, he would have enough fictional materials for two I.S.

I have this stupid scenario: Ichika uses Byakushiki to stop the Chinese and Japanese's fighting over Senkaku islands (No killing, of course). Then, who'll judge him when all is done? The Academy, Japanese Government, or U.N?

It's kind of amusing to have someone who is considered a monster by one side and a traitor by the other.

I posted Prismatic Edge 6 already on fanfiction.net a long time ago.

[Tempest35]

Originally Posted by demino_hellsin

Oh, then I did remember that wrong. The only one I was sure of was Tatenashi actually. I think Ichika too because they wanted to take advantage of the whole circus freak show thing. Either that or it was just being honored with the ownership of a personal IS.

Well, as good as Maya apparently is, she was just a Rep Candidate and never got higher. Chifuyu, of course, is in a class all on her own. In regards to actual talent and ability, I do think that Tatenashi shows what is expected of a Rep Candidate. For PT, I think Madoka definitely qualifies as a Rep Candidate as does Squall, although for story purposes, I do want to place Squall as being at actual Representative-lvl. I would also place Natasha at Rep lvl as well with Iris Calling being an Alternate rep (for now).

[wavehawk]

(bangs head on wall)

Oh evil spirits of Kinoko Nasu, Gen Urobuchi and George R R Martin grant me the will and strenght to finish what I'm writing and overcome these stupid writer's blocks before I go out and do something violent!

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, the stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.

[demino_hellsin]

You'll have better luck channeling something dead. Like Izuru's career.

(evil laugh)Nyuk nyuk nyuk nyuk nyuk.

[lovetospoon73]

Originally Posted by demino_hellsin

Please please please please PLEASE remember that actual representatives and representative cadets are two completely separate things. Ichika's harem are mostly representative cadets/candidates. Thus far only Tatenashi has been the only student confirmed to be a representative. Maybe Natasha, I forgot but I think Iris Calling was considered as her replacement.

There have been too many a rage-gument in the forum merely because of this distinction.

either way they're representing their home country

[demino_hellsin]

You know what? You're qualified to continue IS. Go to Izuru and buy the rights off him and his publisher then continue the LN.

[Fireminer]

Originally Posted by wavehawk

(bangs head on wall)

Oh evil spirits of Kinoko Nasu, Gen Urobuchi and George R R Martin grant me the will and strenght to finish what I'm writing and overcome these stupid writer's blocks before I go out and do something violent!

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, the stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.

It could be worse for all we know.

At least you still haven't try to marry Micheal Myers with Red John (or Hannibal Lecter).

Say, it's funny to think about the individualism that I.S bring forth. One person, with power enough to end a war - or start one herself. Imagine all the prejudice, all the glory, all the distortion it could bring to a human.

Maybe that is Tabane's plan all along: Enjoying her life to the fullest, without giving humanity or even morality a damn. And Chifuyu - or Ichika now, is the martyl that she hopes to spread that idea all over the world.

It's Anarchism with the red button in hand.

[wavehawk]

Made an edit to some parts. I think I'll go with making Chien a little bit more inhuman after all. I guess you could say her belief is that the future of humanity is to become less human.

"Ma'am?" the man stood blankly, not entirely sure if he'd heard right. Despite
Chien being the superior officer she could not simply demand supplies to be
dropped into her lap. He then turned to look for his immediate superior, the
Warrant Officer actually in charge of the UAVs. Arlegui was shocked to see the
other man start to shy away in dread. The Tech Sergeant looked back at Chien.
"Ma'am, you're not serious! You're asking for the impossible. We just got here!"

"The Air Force has no time for excuses or excuse-makers. Get your worthless
carcass back to Texas and out of my sight on the next flight." Chien tonelessly
remarked. The commanding officer's lack of any other response brought the reality
home.

"Captain--"

"They are not your UAVs, Sergeant. They are the Air Force's UAVs. Therefore, they
are General Eiling's UAVs. Thus, they are also MY UAVs." And as an added
sting: "Don't make me shoot you, Arlegui."

Arlegui shuddered at the bone-cold tone of Chien's response. The rest of the aircrew froze
as well, Chien was the kind of officer who was dead serious when making threats.
Everyone in the Twenty-Fifth knew she had General Eiling's full authority on this
mission. Chien could very well pull out a gun and shoot Arlegui right there and
then. And get away scot-free. White as a sheet, the Tech Sergeant turned away and
began packing his gear. A minute later, he left the room.

Also, tryign to work this part into the story but not sure how, as this explains Natasha's relationship with Chien a bit.

The US Air Force 782nd Test and Evaluation Squadron lacked the history of the
Army's 101st Air Assault, being formed by the US Air Force solely to train and
test pilots in the use of the Infinite Stratos exoskeleton. Natasha's job
description was not only to test and fly IS like Silverio Gospel, but to train new
IS pilots. While both the 782nd and Twenty-Fifth were units of Air Combat Command, they
answered to completely different chains of command. Brigadier General Danvers was
Natasha's boss, while Major-General Eiling headed the Twenty-Fifth Air Force.
Eiling was a senior ranked officer, but had no power over the 53rd wing. Likewise,
Chien had no actual authority to get rid of Fairs.

But the opposite was true. Natasha could not simply order the MP to get out of her

way.

[wavehawk]

ARGH it's all over the place! I'll definitely need to do a mass edit on the final version!

"Wait." Stark was staring at her friend as if she had become a mutant in the
afternoon sun. "Run that by me again."

"Jess Brogan, the new girl? She needs someone to help her pass Professor Pollock's
class." Shay wasn't smiling. "And seeing as you're the genius that keeps aceing
the exams without actually turning up to class..."

"Do I look like a private tutor?"

"Come on, Ange. How often do I ask you for a favor?" Cunningham now scowled. "You
know Pollock's going to eat her alive."

"Then feed her to Poppycock. I don't care." Ange shot Shay a cold look. "I don't
like bimbos."

"Jess is NOT a bimbo. For crying out loud, you don't even know her." Shay
retorted, all the while wondering why Stark was so firmly resisting her request.
Ange normally brushed off requests as boring or too simple, but was unnaturally
adamant about this particular refusal. "Why are you pigeonholing her just because
she's an athlete?"

"Jocks. Cheerleaders. Beauty queens." Ange made rude gestures around her chest
area. "Big boobed blond bimbos with nothing upstairs and a singular desire to get
knocked up in the back of the back seat of the high school quarterback's car."

"Oh for god's sake. Jess isn't like that."

Stark pinched her nose, intentionally giving her voice nasal, grating tone. "Sweet
mary suey wilhemina walker, so pure and innocent at school. Turns into instant
porn queen when buddy macboinkboink takes her home." Ange blew a raspberry. "Nope.
Not my problem. I've got bigger fish to fry after school."

"Let me guess." Cunningham paused and crossed her arms. "This has to do with the
other women that were in your dad's life, right?"

"Are you psychoanalyzing me?" Ange raised an eyebrow. "Cause it sounds like you're
re-living your favorite episode of Oprah right now."

"Well for starters, Jess isn't blonde."

"Well yeah, her hair's more of a Bugs Bunny carroty red color. Probably tastes
like carrot, too." Ange paused as she saw Shay's reaction. "You're doing the
facepalm thing again."

Shay gestured with her hands a minute, trying to find words to explain the
situation. Or at least to keep from just strangling Ange.

"She's a new girl in a new school. She asked me for help, and the only person I
know who's smart enough to help her with this is you." Cunningham paused again,
but Ange did not respond. "Can you at least talk to her?"

Stark shrugged, and there was a bit of malice in her voice. "Oh sure, I can talk
to her. Should I dial my intelligence translator down to ages six and under?"

"ANGE." Shay put her hands on her difficult friend's shoulders and started
gripping. She then calmed down enough to speak normally. "I'm just saying to give
her a chance. I'll let you met her after school at your place, you can decide
then."

Ange's eyes shrunk. There was a clear tone of refusal in her voice, but she
finally relented. "Fine. You can bring her to my place tomorrow. Not
today." Stark crossed her arms. She'd been planning to spend the afternoon
finishing up work on her IS.

"Great. I'll bring her over tomorrow afternoon." Shay then stood back and grinned,
ostenibly to speak to Brogan. "Seriously, Ange. You'll like her."

Just before Cunningham left earshot, Stark yelled: "If she touches my stuff she's
dead!"

[blitz1/2]

Originally Posted by wavehawk

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, the stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.

I saw what you did there! xD

[wavehawk]

Couldn't sleep so plugged in the next part:
(Also, I'm having insomnia-related hallucinations. I swear I hear George R R MArtin going "kekekekeke" in my ear as I'm thinkign of the rest of what I'm writing down)

"Tutor." Ange mumbled as she walked home. She preferred the walk to being
chauffered, as it let her think and conceive of new ideas. And she was in
desperate need of ideas, to get her mind off the responsibility Shay was trying to
foist on her. Aloud: "How am I supposed to create the next step in IS evolution
when I have to tutor an athletic dimwit in obsolete tech concepts?"

Seagulls crowed overhead. Stark swore they were insulting her, then kept walking.

The river could be seen as she strode down, the Pomham Lighthouse and sewage plant
on the other far shore. Ange was at least thankful the sewage smell didn't carry
over to her side of the river. Half-annoyed, half thinking of new ideas, Stark
stopped at the entrance to Swan Point Cemetery. She looked up at the sign a
moment, then walked in. As she had done many times before. The path was well-worn
and familiar as Stark strode over to her grandparents' elaborate mausoleum. She
never liked it, oversized and grandiose it was sitting in the center of the
cemetery. Even in death her family called attention to themselves.

"Hi, Gramps." The girl began, scratching the back of her short brown hair. "I
don't even know what the hell I'm doing here. Hope you don't mind."

It's not like you were around when I was born, she did not add. There was a
rustling of feathers. Not real, Ange knew. The mausoleum played tranquil, heavenly
effects like small singing flutes and harps, and doves flying. No real bird ever
set foot within these walls.

"Cheesy, Gramps. Real cheesy." Ange scoffed. She crossed her arms, more defiant
than morose. "Let's get one thing straight: I'm not here to mourn anybody."

The mausoleum music ended and there was a moment of silence.

"I just needed some peace and quiet for a sec." The real Ange Stark mumbled in a
small voice, away from people. Away from the need to look larger than life. "At
least until I get brainstorm. Or an act of god comes my way."

As if on cue, the fluttering turned into the refrain from a halleluiah chorus.

"Dad always did say you had a sick sense of humor, Gramps." Ange couldn't help
it--she was snickering madly at the change of mood. Stark then took her time
before leaving the mausoleum. There was no hurry, as the school day had ended. All
she wanted now was a little more time to herself, to think through other
configurations for her pet project.

She stopped in her tracks.

A red glint caught her eye, not far from the treeline separating the cemetery from
the riverside. Curious, Ange approached the object. It wasn't a vehicle nor a
gravestone. As she drew closer the object's exact shape became even more
unrecognizable. She was practically standing over it, and its design still did not
register in her technical mind.

What the hell is this? Ange raised an eyebrow, then smiled with recognition
once she realized what she had. Act of God indeed.

"Oh, I can make use of this." Stark pulled up her mobile phone and dialed her home
number. A familiar voice responded, whom she did not give time to finish. "Hey
Eddy, can you bring dad's old pickup truck over? The one with the---no, don't ask
questions! Just drive it over to Gramp's mausoleum!"

[MeisterBabylon]

Was it red already?

[wavehawk]

Originally Posted by MeisterBabylon

Was it red already?

Remember my prologue section about a red object being shot down and all the craziness going on with the Twenty-Fifth Air Force (the USAF version of the NSA)suddenly swarming all over Rhode Island looking for their lost 'definitely-not-a-drone'?

There's a reason I'm introducing so many military characters in conflict with the Girls Technical School setting. (There is? I thought you just wrote it to work off your insomnia?)

Also, another snippet I'll be putting in and refining later on. Thsi story takes place pretty much immediately after Vol 3's Silverio Gospel incident.

"You were already in Rhode Island." Natasha crossed her arms. "The night that
drone got shot down. Care to tell me why?"

"Classified." Chien started to walk off.

"The old 'neither confirm nor deny' line?" Fairs let her pass, but could not help
the disturbing feelign in her gut. "What are you hiding, Captain Chien?"

Chien stopped in her tracks. "Kettle calling pot black."

Natasha looked back at her. "What?"

"You're the test pilot for Silverio Gospel, as you admitted. An IS designed in
secret with the Israelis, not publicly declared." Chien just stood with her back
to Fairs. "You of all people should know what top secret means."

Fairs was now on the back foot in the argument. Silverio Gospel was indeed a
secret IS project, but that wasn't what Natasha cared about. She was only in it to
fly her beloved machine. "Top secret means not keeping secrets from your allies."

"And you are not my ally, Natasha Fairs." Chien remined motionless. "If you go
rogue again, it'll be the Twenty-Fifth Air Force that will hunt you down."

"Rogue?" Despite herself, Natasha gasped. The incident with her IS was still fresh
in her memory and she took it personally. "That wasn't--"

"A rogue IS is a threat to national security, Captain Fairs." Chien finally turned
to face her. "That means YOU are a threat to national security."

"In what way?" Fairs found it hard to keep her emotions in check.

"You have an overly fond connection with that machine, that's well-known. I find
it highly illogical to belive that it simply went rogue without the pilot's
influence." There was neither malice or regret on Chien's face. Only a cold,
robotic mask that was more inhuman than the IS itself. "A pilot who was in the IS
at the time it went rogue."

"I'm hiding nothing." Natasha hissed, despite trying to keep calm. Bad enough that
Chien was questioning her loyalties. But everything was being investigated.
Natasha knew in her heart of hearts that her Silverio Gospel was not in the wrong,
just a victim of malicious hacking. "You have my word."

"I cannot trust your word, Captain Fairs."