Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha Character Creation and Discussion

[arkhangelsk]

@Kha: Like I've always said, this group homes in on the SSs. If you don't put those characters in you can hide under the radar. The fact the guy placed it under a spoiler tag also hid it from casual observation.

Originally Posted by AdmiralTigerclaw

More cybernetic than organism (In fact, ALL cybernetic), Zed is extremely deadly to mages in general. His AI system that is astoundingly adaptive and intelligent.

Lots of iffy words here.

His structure is reinforced and made from the strongest alloys available, rendering all the 'organic' weaknesses of the Combat Cyborg 'Numbers' null and void, and almost immune to melee weapons in general.

Hold. The problem here is, almost everyone has super-human strength to some degree or other in the magical world (it is not for nothing that they can fling people down at speeds averaging 200m/s), they'll be holding blades that can be made of materials or forcefields of equal strength. It is highly questionable that the armor of this Cyborg can be very immune. To a glance off the side or something like that sure. Full contact ... probably not.

AMFX is an extremely dangerous version of AMF that Sektor 21 has begun to implement after they snuck off with many of Jail's drones at the end of the Cradle incident. This AMF is more powerful, and easily projected externally to points at higher density, often ressembling the concept of 'painting' a target in sight. In a heartbeat, Zed can disable a mage in mid air and deliver a vicious coup-de-gras with conventional weapons after they drop right out of the sky. Range is unknown on Zed, by the converted Gadgets have functional versions as well.

OK, so it is directional now. With directionality logically does come higher density. But to go from omnidirectional to highly directional in one leap? Technology is evolutionary - remember how many it years it took to develop the Numbers for example. Let's try just going in steps ... to 120, then to 60, to 30, and think about whether the technology even supports the tiny beamwidths you no doubt are imagining in your mind.

Also, you had better specify the effectiveness drop off with range, unless you want it to be decided by the first person (who isn't likely to be "friendly" to your toy) who writes about your new Terminator.

Harmonic Smash:
This barely made it into records, but Zed appears to have a mechanism in a similar variation to Subaru's IS: Vibration Shatter. This variation, dubbed, 'Harmonic Smash', was seen working as Zed used sonic resonance probing to determine the harmonic freuqency of a material,

Structures have harmonic frequencies. And not all of them do.

before matching its vibration and applying it full force. The effect causes constructive interference in the harmonics of the stricken material, and rapidly causes the material to weaken, allowing him to smash objects far stronger than his normal strength would imply, or rip things clear apart with his bare hands.

The constructive interference will just cause the strength of the harmonics to gather more efficiently. It'll only work in particular conditions. Architecture is generally designed to avoid strong resonant frequencies.

It is suggested, that even without AMF-X, he could break even top level mage barriers in seconds if allowed to identify their harmonic frequency.

Actually, it'll work best on a shield if it works at all. A shield is hard, with a simple geometric shape that makes it easy to evaluate a resonant frequency. A barrier will damp the vibrations you are trying to induce.

AIMBOT: Zed can calculate the trajectory of any weapon he posseses, so long as he knows the attributes. Thus, unless mages have extreme manueverability skills, his aim is perfect. Use extreme caution.

If only you could hit targets with "perfect aim" (which is a meaningless term anyway) just by "calculating the trajectory of any weapon he possesses". What happened to the problems of target acquisition, rangefinding, lead computation, even meterological conditions.

Zed has been noted capable of utilizing some of the largest man-portable conventional weaponry seen, ranging from miniguns to rocket launchers.

Unless you've changed the explosive filler in those rockets, a top ranked mage iwll probably be able to block that level of weaponry - if they are prepared, that it. If they only have a BJ then ... curtains.

Originally Posted by AdmiralTigerclaw

Ideas NOW.

Plausability later.

At the moment it's just a quick scribble.

With you, you need to plan, so as to limit your overflowing imagination with realism before others are forced to do it for you.

APPEND: Hey! Page claim! That's rare for me!

[Kagerou]

Originally Posted by Kha

One night later, and nothing's changed. I still feel batshit about Rebuilt, though now I just realized that I had a perfectly good example of what to do:

The Genderbending of Haruhi Suzumiya.

While this just means that I retell the story with just additional OCs without any changes to actual events, even keeping dialogue the same, this just might be the way out of my melancholy...

...that just leaves the problem of why does the idea of only doing that irk me so much. Is it because StrikerS was never epic, such that doing just that will never equal any work by anyone else by default? Is it because I lost faith in the original material to entertain? Is it because I dunno what to change and what not to change? Is it because I have and was given too many ideas, but not one coherent plan? Just what am I thinking?!

And Keroko, did you know that I've been resisting Cente Gravia until I figure out how much crack am I allowed in Rebuilt of StrikerS? I got almost all of Heaven's Feel planned out, even the Tsubasa ending, even though it's so randomly Khapypasta'd even by my non-existent standards. I should go replay UBW and gather my thoughts for a bit...

Maybe I should do something to make Kagerou feel less disturbed. Here's some major Khrack:

Spoiler for In this world that has ended...:

Jail was right.

"The Numbers are the ultimate warriors of justice, holding the key to defeating all evil in the Multiverse! Why even you can't see that?!"

"When the blue moon turns red, 1 million shadows of the dead shall cometh and consume this world."

"YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!"

I got up from my seat and read the battle maps again. By brilliance or by fluke, the Tempest Keep was surrounded by hostiles who weren't there a day earlier.

Were we really not prepared, against this enemy of tremendous scale? The Spawn came and overran us, slayed our leadership, pushed us to extinction. It was truly every man for himself, those dark days not long ago...

But Jail knew. He knew they were coming; he spent years fashioning a weapon to fight this dire threat. The Numbers, the Cradle, all were just a part of the plan that I'm still unravelling today...

Numbers? Wait no. Novus Marines. An army of Light granted by the touch of Chaos, dictated by necessity that made one break reason, manned by humans with more metal than flesh, commanded by a brother sending his sisters to die.

Such irony...

With the Cradle and whatever we could salvage of Saint Church, we had fought tooth and nail, not for honor or duty, but for feral survival. We used everything and anything we had, and lost much much more on the way, but for the meek and frail, we survived. Isn't that alright? Isn't that correct? Isn't that what protecting everyone really meant?

Then why do I feel so cold...?

With Saber using the Cradle's true ability to transport ships through the Warp, we chased the Spawn everywhere, discovering more and more Ancient Belka relics lingering in the realms of closed space. Our burgeoning fleet of old and new then managed to intercept the Spawn as they began to invade another world. This time, I opened up a front from Ground Zero, and began the purging while the TSAB disgruntledly worked from outside. We fought long and hard...

My armored glove jingled with dog-tags, and my chest tightened again. Gimmy, Foy, Taiyo, my sisters...

Now, the purging is done; Earth is safe at last. The Spawn has been reduced to blind, scattered masses throughout Ordered Space. The hardest part was over, and all there was is to mop up the scum of the multiverse.

"YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!"

Were really not prepared? All I can see, is that we truly weren't prepared for the folly of Man...

"Sir, a group of Enforcers have breached the perimeter! They are led by--"

"I know," I replied sharply, stopping her before she could say any more. Just the very thought of TSAB being the ones banging down my doors hurt so much...

TSAB secured the Americas. The reborn Imperium of Belka saved Europe, Asia and Africa. Two allies divided only by a sea... Yet our ideals... Why is thy gulf thus large? We can't surrender now, not before the Purging is done, much less give up my own sisters for execution when they have spilt blood to save the space we knew!

I refocused on another area of conflict and tapped on it. The panel responded, calling up another video screen fed by a drone. Kaleido-Sofy raised her wand and called down bolts of ice at a black-winged mage who retaliated with Bloody Daggers of her own.

I felt sick just watching two sisters- no twins- out to kill each other, but I could not close the screen. I wanted neither side to win, neither to lose... Same goes for this entire meaningless battle. The TSAB were our allies, our real leadership, not this pseudo-theocratic nonsense the Inquisition thought up to convince the people of Belka that I could lead them to safety. If we lose, we will miss the chance to strike back, the Spawn will regroup and will overrun us again; I don't want to waste any more lives so meaninglessly. But if we win, we will have lost all the reason we have stood for.

I would become Jail.

I am not God Emperor of Belka. If I were, I'd know how to deal with this crisis of brother against brother, but I don't. I really don't. Yet for the people who believe in me, I must live this obscene lie to fruition.

I tapped the maps, flipping from one to the next, searching. Nanoha was nowhere in sight; Neither was Fate. Mentally, I was searching for more allies even when I remembered cradling their bodies, screaming in anguish.

I searched faster and faster desperation creeping through my entire facade. Tea... Lutecia... Caro... Erio... Serena... Allie... My friends... My children... I couldn't... I--

I fisted the panels, scattering them back into disexistence, and into the concrete wall. I sensed a wave of alarm sweep through the throne room. Instinctively, I shot both arms up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, just..." I shrugged. I'm just...? Nuts?

No, I was denying it: I was alone. I've been alone for all my life, but it never hurt. And it had to hurt now. Why? Am I wrong? I stuck to my guns, like I was intended to. Is that wrong? What is wrong?

"Ni-san..."

I turned around, surprised by the voice. It was Cinque, the one sister I could not sense. I'd reach out to her then if not for the tall, lanky clone next to her.

"Yo, God Emperor." He smirk.

"What is it, Dr. Scagletti."

"Just saying hi. Thought you could use some cheering up."

As if you could ever do that to me.

"Ni-san," Cinque began. "It must be hard on you..."

I looked at her, and I couldn't bring myself to answer. Her arm was in a cast, there were bandages over her mechanical eye and medobots could be seen working on her shredded leg. I couldn't let her worry... But I'm such a bad liar...

"God Emperor," Jail spoke again, stinging me with his words as always. But then, his tone changed. "Thank you."

I snapped up to attention. Stared at him. His smirk was gone for once; he wasn't acting like he had something to hide. Thank me? Are you kidding?!

"Thank you, for doing the right thing. And I'm sure," he motioned around the room. "...that we've followed you so far because of that."

My jaw dropped. Jail, the bioconstruct built by the original's dying memories, was doing what? But there were more movement. Keira, my Palatine, stopped tracking her sisters' movements and looked back. Cinque, injured but her eyes burned with urgency.

"Oi baka," Sophia spoke from her screen dodging a Diabolic Edict. "Are you going emo again? I told you to have made me queen if you couldn't handle it."

As expected of Sophia. And everyone else...

I laughed inside. My guilt remained, but I've led them this far; I will not fail those who believe in this destiny!

"Uno, send all the Manaforges, Science Facilities and whatever of our gear that fly into orbit now. And prepare the protocol to retreat. We shall regroup around the Cradle."

"Right away, Sir!"

"Sophia, gather your Sisters. We're going to leave this quagmire. And..."

"What you baka?"

"Sorry for making you go through with all this."

There was a pause.

"Heiki, heiki!" She smirked back in Japanese. "We squabble all the time."

"Makoto, Juliet. The Novus Marines will cover the escape for the fleet, then make sure you catch up with us."

"I hear and obey, my Emperor," the younger Scagletti replied.

"Then I'll have as much fun as I can till then! Ja!" And the older one left soon after.

"Setsuna, Saber. Purge that sector of Spawn quickly and get into orbit at earnest."

"Roger!"

I turned to the waiting congregation.

"Keira, secure Arcatraz and make sure our people have evacuated; if it comes to that it shall be the bomb that covers our escape."

"Yes, sire."

"Jail, prepare the Mechanar for liftoff; let not the armory fall to them."

"Of course, I'm not letting them get their grubby hands on the best lab ever built by Man!" The man yelled back on the way out.

"The rest of you, standby in the Exodar and leave on my orders, even if I am not on it. For it means that Tempest Keep is lost and I shall go down with it."

"Ni-san!" Cinque yelled. "Please, at least let me stay with you. You're--"

My hand on her shoulder silenced her.

"Cinque, I have face them alone."

She lingered, along with the retinue.

"I have to do this. I'll be fine."

I watched Cinque bite her lip a little, then throw a hug quite suddenly. I returned it mutely, then let her group hurry off. No words came to mind as the rear exits shut and bolted, just relief, and quiet. I strode back to my throne, and eased my armor-laden body into it. I shut my eyes, thinking, meditating.

This throne of cold metal... I must be frozen.

Quite suddenly, the front doors exploded inwards; there was a flash of yellow; I raised Tausend Kreuz and parried the strike easily; and for the first time in a month, we gazed into each other's eyes.

Oh the bitter irony, that this heresy against me, was led non other than by my wife, Fate.

Only some of you will get what this is, but thank Nighty and Kagerou for giving me the reason, impetus and.

Gosh I still can't :3 at crack like I used too... I'm turning into Vice, bakayarou...

That was sex.

[Liingo]

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

<nods> I can do that, to a degree - I'll try and cut down on the Location thing - but still expect it to come up when the scene cuts between two different places.

Example: As you've guessed from the 1st epsiode, the story will be taking place on Gaelica, in a place called Rhodesia City.

Times when Location: will NOT be used:

Locations within a given proximity of each other of Rhodesia City

Example Places: The Shinguji Theater (where the heroes will be staying), the city Spaceport, the city's Warden precincts, etc.

If, however, the locations are far enough apart, then Location: WILL be used.

Example: Arcas (Rhodesia City) talks to Yuuno (Infinite Library). Location: is used.

Understand?

That should make it read/flow better.

TENBATSU!!!
*snip Images*

Ahhhh the pixels

Originally Posted by Fuyu no Sora

And nope Kay is a guy (I'm lacking in male OC personnel ), his sister Kayley is a girl

Does Kayley answer to Kay as well? Then add Lowe's Kay and we've got a great mix

*Added to list*

*sighmumblegrumble* I've really gotta try and find the time to read all this *sighmumblegrumble*

Fighto!

Since when is backlog equivalent to a river in Egypt?

Oh not that Chaos.... As it 40k Chaos.....

Then again it could be orks or the nids as well hmmmmm.

After she got married Cass was reunited with her siblings when she was 16 (circumstances of their reunion will be detailed on all three profiles, once I make the modifications to Cass' and re-post her to be de-H4XXed.), married Alex when she was 17 and the short happens when she's 19

I see

As for Ratler, don't worry. He's been terribly busy lately but he said that once he has time, he'll pay us a visit

XD

Yeah, I know I almost choked on my salad when my sister blurted that out

*Munches popcorn happily*

This is the same thing that happens once you and Chaos start up

Oh Sh**

*runs*

Originally Posted by Kha

One night later, and nothing's changed. I still feel batshit about Rebuilt, though now I just realized that I had a perfectly good example of what to do:

The Genderbending of Haruhi Suzumiya.

While this just means that I retell the story with just additional OCs without any changes to actual events, even keeping dialogue the same, this just might be the way out of my melancholy...

...that just leaves the problem of why does the idea of only doing that irk me so much. Is it because StrikerS was never epic, such that doing just that will never equal any work by anyone else by default? Is it because I lost faith in the original material to entertain? Is it because I dunno what to change and what not to change? Is it because I have and was given too many ideas, but not one coherent plan? Just what am I thinking?!

And Keroko, did you know that I've been resisting Cente Gravia until I figure out how much crack am I allowed in Rebuilt of StrikerS? I got almost all of Heaven's Feel planned out, even the Tsubasa ending, even though it's so randomly Khapypasta'd even by my non-existent standards. I should go replay UBW and gather my thoughts for a bit...

Maybe I should do something to make Kagerou feel less disturbed. Here's some major Khrack:

Spoiler for In this world that has ended...:

Jail was right.

"The Numbers are the ultimate warriors of justice, holding the key to defeating all evil in the Multiverse! Why even you can't see that?!"

"When the blue moon turns red, 1 million shadows of the dead shall cometh and consume this world."

"YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!"

I got up from my seat and read the battle maps again. By brilliance or by fluke, the Tempest Keep was surrounded by hostiles who weren't there a day earlier.

Were we really not prepared, against this enemy of tremendous scale? The Spawn came and overran us, slayed our leadership, pushed us to extinction. It was truly every man for himself, those dark days not long ago...

But Jail knew. He knew they were coming; he spent years fashioning a weapon to fight this dire threat. The Numbers, the Cradle, all were just a part of the plan that I'm still unravelling today...

Numbers? Wait no. Novus Marines. An army of Light granted by the touch of Chaos, dictated by necessity that made one break reason, manned by humans with more metal than flesh, commanded by a brother sending his sisters to die.

Such irony...

With the Cradle and whatever we could salvage of Saint Church, we had fought tooth and nail, not for honor or duty, but for feral survival. We used everything and anything we had, and lost much much more on the way, but for the meek and frail, we survived. Isn't that alright? Isn't that correct? Isn't that what protecting everyone really meant?

Then why do I feel so cold...?

With Saber using the Cradle's true ability to transport ships through the Warp, we chased the Spawn everywhere, discovering more and more Ancient Belka relics lingering in the realms of closed space. Our burgeoning fleet of old and new then managed to intercept the Spawn as they began to invade another world. This time, I opened up a front from Ground Zero, and began the purging while the TSAB disgruntledly worked from outside. We fought long and hard...

My armored glove jingled with dog-tags, and my chest tightened again. Gimmy, Foy, Taiyo, my sisters...

Now, the purging is done; Earth is safe at last. The Spawn has been reduced to blind, scattered masses throughout Ordered Space. The hardest part was over, and all there was is to mop up the scum of the multiverse.

"YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!"

Were really not prepared? All I can see, is that we truly weren't prepared for the folly of Man...

"Sir, a group of Enforcers have breached the perimeter! They are led by--"

"I know," I replied sharply, stopping her before she could say any more. Just the very thought of TSAB being the ones banging down my doors hurt so much...

TSAB secured the Americas. The reborn Imperium of Belka saved Europe, Asia and Africa. Two allies divided only by a sea... Yet our ideals... Why is thy gulf thus large? We can't surrender now, not before the Purging is done, much less give up my own sisters for execution when they have spilt blood to save the space we knew!

I refocused on another area of conflict and tapped on it. The panel responded, calling up another video screen fed by a drone. Kaleido-Sofy raised her wand and called down bolts of ice at a black-winged mage who retaliated with Bloody Daggers of her own.

I felt sick just watching two sisters- no twins- out to kill each other, but I could not close the screen. I wanted neither side to win, neither to lose... Same goes for this entire meaningless battle. The TSAB were our allies, our real leadership, not this pseudo-theocratic nonsense the Inquisition thought up to convince the people of Belka that I could lead them to safety. If we lose, we will miss the chance to strike back, the Spawn will regroup and will overrun us again; I don't want to waste any more lives so meaninglessly. But if we win, we will have lost all the reason we have stood for.

I would become Jail.

I am not God Emperor of Belka. If I were, I'd know how to deal with this crisis of brother against brother, but I don't. I really don't. Yet for the people who believe in me, I must live this obscene lie to fruition.

I tapped the maps, flipping from one to the next, searching. Nanoha was nowhere in sight; Neither was Fate. Mentally, I was searching for more allies even when I remembered cradling their bodies, screaming in anguish.

I searched faster and faster desperation creeping through my entire facade. Tea... Lutecia... Caro... Erio... Serena... Allie... My friends... My children... I couldn't... I--

I fisted the panels, scattering them back into disexistence, and into the concrete wall. I sensed a wave of alarm sweep through the throne room. Instinctively, I shot both arms up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, just..." I shrugged. I'm just...? Nuts?

No, I was denying it: I was alone. I've been alone for all my life, but it never hurt. And it had to hurt now. Why? Am I wrong? I stuck to my guns, like I was intended to. Is that wrong? What is wrong?

"Ni-san..."

I turned around, surprised by the voice. It was Cinque, the one sister I could not sense. I'd reach out to her then if not for the tall, lanky clone next to her.

"Yo, God Emperor." He smirk.

"What is it, Dr. Scagletti."

"Just saying hi. Thought you could use some cheering up."

As if you could ever do that to me.

"Ni-san," Cinque began. "It must be hard on you..."

I looked at her, and I couldn't bring myself to answer. Her arm was in a cast, there were bandages over her mechanical eye and medobots could be seen working on her shredded leg. I couldn't let her worry... But I'm such a bad liar...

"God Emperor," Jail spoke again, stinging me with his words as always. But then, his tone changed. "Thank you."

I snapped up to attention. Stared at him. His smirk was gone for once; he wasn't acting like he had something to hide. Thank me? Are you kidding?!

"Thank you, for doing the right thing. And I'm sure," he motioned around the room. "...that we've followed you so far because of that."

My jaw dropped. Jail, the bioconstruct built by the original's dying memories, was doing what? But there were more movement. Keira, my Palatine, stopped tracking her sisters' movements and looked back. Cinque, injured but her eyes burned with urgency.

"Oi baka," Sophia spoke from her screen dodging a Diabolic Edict. "Are you going emo again? I told you to have made me queen if you couldn't handle it."

As expected of Sophia. And everyone else...

I laughed inside. My guilt remained, but I've led them this far; I will not fail those who believe in this destiny!

"Uno, send all the Manaforges, Science Facilities and whatever of our gear that fly into orbit now. And prepare the protocol to retreat. We shall regroup around the Cradle."

"Right away, Sir!"

"Sophia, gather your Sisters. We're going to leave this quagmire. And..."

"What you baka?"

"Sorry for making you go through with all this."

There was a pause.

"Heiki, heiki!" She smirked back in Japanese. "We squabble all the time."

"Makoto, Juliet. The Novus Marines will cover the escape for the fleet, then make sure you catch up with us."

"I hear and obey, my Emperor," the younger Scagletti replied.

"Then I'll have as much fun as I can till then! Ja!" And the older one left soon after.

"Setsuna, Saber. Purge that sector of Spawn quickly and get into orbit at earnest."

"Roger!"

I turned to the waiting congregation.

"Keira, secure Arcatraz and make sure our people have evacuated; if it comes to that it shall be the bomb that covers our escape."

"Yes, sire."

"Jail, prepare the Mechanar for liftoff; let not the armory fall to them."

"Of course, I'm not letting them get their grubby hands on the best lab ever built by Man!" The man yelled back on the way out.

"The rest of you, standby in the Exodar and leave on my orders, even if I am not on it. For it means that Tempest Keep is lost and I shall go down with it."

"Ni-san!" Cinque yelled. "Please, at least let me stay with you. You're--"

My hand on her shoulder silenced her.

"Cinque, I have face them alone."

She lingered, along with the retinue.

"I have to do this. I'll be fine."

I watched Cinque bite her lip a little, then throw a hug quite suddenly. I returned it mutely, then let her group hurry off. No words came to mind as the rear exits shut and bolted, just relief, and quiet. I strode back to my throne, and eased my armor-laden body into it. I shut my eyes, thinking, meditating.

This throne of cold metal... I must be frozen.

Quite suddenly, the front doors exploded inwards; there was a flash of yellow; I raised Tausend Kreuz and parried the strike easily; and for the first time in a month, we gazed into each other's eyes.

Oh the bitter irony, that this heresy against me, was led non other than by my wife, Fate.

Only some of you will get what this is, but thank Nighty and Kagerou for giving me the reason, impetus and.

Gosh I still can't :3 at crack like I used too... I'm turning into Vice, bakayarou...

Blatant WoW refernces as well as hints at WC3:TFT put me off the story....

[Fuyu no Sora]

Originally Posted by arkhangelsk

APPEND: Hey! Page claim! That's rare for me!

Cngrats on the page claim :3

Originally Posted by Liingo

Does Kayley answer to Kay as well? Then add Lowe's Kay and we've got a great mix

The reason I named her Kayley is precisely because of delicious mix-ups and misunderstandings As a plus: Those two are fraternal twins but that are almost identical in looks Like Dia and Dae Lyonhart :3 (and yes, those are Cass' twin siblings, why their last name is different will be explained in their profiles! )

Originally Posted by Liingo

Fighto!

Arigatou....:3

Originally Posted by Liingo

Oh not that Chaos.... As it 40k Chaos.....

Then again it could be orks or the nids as well hmmmmm.

I knew that But I just had to include that guy

Originally Posted by Liingo

I see

nod:

Originally Posted by Liingo

XD

It's true

Originally Posted by Liingo

True too

Originally Posted by Liingo

This is the same thing that happens once you and Chaos start up

Really?

Originally Posted by Liingo

Oh Sh**

*runs*

Nah, it's okay No need to run ^^

[Sheba]

Reminder of the Conquistadores exploration unit:

Kyoya Kibagami, leader of the Conquistadores exploration unit, feared by most of the TSAB female personel, for he is also a Ryo Saeba-like loony and lecherous pervert.

Q: so why do you choose exploration?
A: So I can meet as much hot alien princesses as possible and get laid with them!

Pranee, Kyoya's second and Subaru's friendly rival wannabe

Q: so why do you choose exploration?
A: So I can kick people's asses and become stronger than Subaru!

Pranee's familiar, Sieraza, who used to be a musician and a thief in her homeworld

Q: so why do you choose exploration?
A: Whatever.

Akar*OOPS* Antigone Kolokouri, support mage and summoner.

Q: so why do you choose exploration?
A: To have many wonderful encounters I can treasure.

And now, the last of the Conquistadores exploration unit, Ynana:

Spoiler for ID profile:

Ynana
Nickname: The Navigator

Age: Unknown. Granted, she is actually very very old.
Birthday: Unknown.
Birthplace: Anashi (destroyed way before the last ice age of Earth)
Ethnicity: Maybe the last of her kind, the Aninaku
Hair colour: Silver.
Eye colour: Dark gray
Height: 160cm
Weight: 48kg
Measurements: 83-55-82
Family: Dead. All of them.
Affiliation: Time-Space Administration Bureau
Position / Rank in TSAB: Commissioned Officer
Device: N/A. I don't think her ship should count as one
Device appearance: N/A
Magic system: N/A
Magic element: Machine manipulation
Magic colour: N/A
Mage rank: AA+ (when in her ship. Decrease a rank per range of 3 kilometers out of her ship, until as low as D rank)
Partner: Variable. She follows Kyoya around when she have to go out of her ship.
Personality: At first sight, she appears as an emotionless girl. She actually has feelings
for Kyoya, but as an alien who got out of a very long sleep, she has not understood them
yet.

Seiyu: Yuu Asakawa (Sakaki-san's voice range)

Theme Song: Therion - The Siren of the Woods

Spoiler for Ynana and her barrier jacket:

Spoiler for story:

BACKGROUND

Dozens of milleniums ago, on the inner rim of the Perseus' arm, there
were a planet named Anashi on which a highly advanced civilization has
been settled.
Its people, the Aninaki, has a natural telepathic link between all members
of their specie, mastered transdimensional travels and were able to build
spaceships gifted with a mental and borderline symbiotic link with their
navigators. Sadly, during the exploration of the surrounding of their spot
of the galaxy, they stumbled upon a warmonging race that has the ambition
to bend every sentient species of the galaxy under their domination. A war
broke out between the two races, Ynana was born during the conflict and
showed great skills in navigation and has an amazing link with her ship.
But not really interested in great battles, she was assigned to scouting
and gathering of information. It was a cruel war that has seen tremendous
losses on both sides, bringing them to the brink of extinction. A last
battle between the two races has seen the final victory of the Aninaku.
Sadly, it was a bitter victory, because the radiations of a supernova
only located about less than 100 light-years has swiped all lifeforms
on Anashi's surface. Only those who has been fighting the final battle
and has survived were spared, or those who has been away from the battle
and scouting other areas of the galaxy; Ynana was one of them, she was
scouting a solar system of the Orion's arm. She was orbiting around a
ice-covered planet when the collective "telepathic" cries of agony of
the last million of her own people has swept across her mind. For her
young mind, it was too much to bear and this temporarely disturbed the
function of her ship that drifted away from its orbit and crashed on the
surface of the ice covered planet, piercing the ice and finding itself
sunken under the ocean. Ynana was severely wounded by the crash, triggering
the ship's life-support functions that encased her in a preservation and
healing "cocoon" while she has slipped in a long slumber.
The ice planet then has seen its spring, a specie has then awakened to
intelligence and built civilization. Humankind has begun its great
adventure.

It was a matter of time before the sunken space ship was discovered by
Kyoya Kibagami.
When Kyoya found Ynana, her mind was damaged but on the process of recovery.
She has lost touch of most of her own emotions. It took a great deal of
time passed with Kyoya to recover them, but she has yet to understand them.
Events surrounding her story with Kyoya and how she have come to meet the
TSAB are told in Kyoya's profile.

As for now, she is the pilot and navigator of the Namshub, her own ship,
following Kyoya's desire for exploration, even tho he is only doing it
"to score with hot alien princesses", a sentence she has yet to understand,
even if she subconsciously second Antigone's wish for "marvelous encounters".

Spoiler for magic and combat style:

POWER

Ynana does not often leave her ship. If she does, her magical potential gradually
decrease until it hit the D rank. For her ship's defense, she can release mobs of
combat drones that can do as good a fighters or light bombers. If she is forced in
personal fighting, she can create swarms of flying drones as small as bees that can
attack with electric sparks or assist her in protection spells.
Individually, it stings as much putting one's tongue on a small battery, but it is
together as a whole that it can be dangerous. Fate dealt with them by used her
lightning AOE spell.
She has recently taken martial art lessons from Vita then Pranee.

DEFENSIVE ABILITIES

* Barrier Jacket: See Ynana's ID picture to have a look at her barrier jacket.

* Ghost wall: When her autocast protecion spell is triggered, it comes off
as a golden wall of energy.

* Crystal shield: Her mini-drones gathers in a circle to create a solid shield
that can withstand strong attacks, in the same way as Vita's triangle shield.

* Floating Wheel: A part of Ynana's mini drones gathers in a thick circle behind
Ynana's back, and create what seems to be a lightning wheel that allows Ynana
to fly.

* Sealing Cage: Ynana's drones surround the foe and project a force field around
the target to bind him.

* Machine Burst: Ynana and her drones work together to break any bind spells cast
on Ynana. How long this is going to take depend on the complexity of the
binding spell. This can only be cast on Ynana, not for anyone else.



OFFENSIVE ABILITIES

* Ynana has not learn any offensive spells, leaving the actual offensive job
to Kyoya, Pranee, Antigone's summons or her own drones.

The mini-drones that are around her can swarm an enemy and shock him with
electric arcs. As stated earlier, it is not dangerous when it comes from just
one drone, but coming for many more, it can knock down something as robust as
a raging gorilla.

UNIQUE ABILITY

* Her people has the ability the lend a bit of their life force to someone
or something belonging to another specie, enhancing the host's abilities
and even awakening its magical potential. In the past, they have done it
with some animals or friendly alien races. Moreover, they'd share a empathic
and telepathic bound with their new partners.

* Ynana can feel what her ship feel, and even suffer should it take damage.

Spoiler for Note regarding Ynana ship:

Namshub is a semi-sentient ship gifted with a empathic and nearly symbiotic link
with its operator and navigator, Ynana. According to Shari who analyzed the
outer shell of the ship, the whole ship is made-up of nano-machines that can
reproduce in the principle of a terran concept, the Von Neuman self-replicating
machines, mirroring the way biological organisms are made, in a nutshell, it is
like a mechanical lifeform, that can regenerate its damage over time, faster if
it is assisted by the appropriate material and with the right resource, the
self-replication rate has a safety limit to prevent it from going out of control
or degenerate, like how it would happen in cancer. Namshub behave like a mother
for Ynana, sending the appropriate protection (coming in the form of drones)
to her navigator when its necessary. In the time of the interstellar war that
opposed the Aninaku to their enemies, it was a ship meant for exploration and
covert operations, using drones she can build inside itself as means for
defense and attack when the need arise, and closer exploration of planets
when Ynana needs it. Namshub is able to travel through dimensons like the
Ashura and other TSAB ships, moreover, it has the ability to cloak itself for
stealth purposes.
But the most amazing feature of Namshub, and maybe a witness of Ynana's people's
accomplishments, is that its interior is much larger than it appears on the outside,
following the same principle as a hypercube. Ynana said that the inside is about
three time larger than the outside but also said that trying to go beyond this
limit would result in the collapse and destruction of the ship.

Namshub has occasionally projected holographic avatars of herself to interact
with people she want to talk to. In this case, she comes in the form of a
ethereal female figure with long hair and no features on her face.

Namshub's actual firepower is lower than average, the average being the Asura's.
Its few energy-based cannons would need the assistance of the drones to scratch
a ship like the Cradle.

Here a sample list of Namshub's drones

Spoiler for Ground exploration and study drone:

Spoiler for Space and Air combat drone:

As powerful as a light bomber

Spoiler for ground combat drone:

Ynana's personal drones are as small as bees and can be described as flying ovoids.
She can manipulate them according to her needs and wishes.

Spoiler for Fluffy stuff:

TRIVIA

Ynana appears to many in the TSAB as a cold and emotionless girl, or described as
"kakkoi" by the newcomers. The few people who has talked to her knows she still
have to psychologically recover from the extinction of her race.

Her telepathic abilities only worked with people of her own race, but the link
with Kyoya could be understood that way: he was the first person she has meet
after centuries of slumber and the one she has given a part of her life force.

As an alien who has been introduced to a completely new and unknow culture,
she seems to lack common sense, something that Teana then Antigone are trying
to teach her.

She has taken a liking on Vita and has tried to pat her on the head several
times.

But the TSAB members she have liked the most were Shari and Shamal.


On an amusing note, Ynana often mentally received images or scenes of Kyoya's
fantasies. It triggered in her a reaction that can be described as embarrassment.






INSPIRATIONS

- Sakaki-san for the "cool" or "kakkoi" character type.

- "Naked girl in glass tube" sci-fi trope, emotionless girl.

- Doctor who's TARDIS for Ynana's ship along with the Gallente's Sin ship for the
design.

- First thing that came in mind when I tried to design Ynana's ship were the
Mothership from Homeworld.

- Her planet's name, people and ship has taken roots in mesopotamian myths as
overall themes. It was meant as a support for one of the theories that
states that giants called Annunaki lived on earth and could be alien lifeforms.
That was from a very old documentary.

Spoiler for The incident that tells a lot about her lack of common sense:

Ynana: sir Chrono, I have a question to ask you.

Chrono: Go ahead.

Ynana: What is sex?

A long silence clouded the office, never Chrono has felt so awkward.

Chrono: It's... Well... You know... I am not sure if it is the right thing
to do.

Ynana: If you don't tell me, how do I fill this sheet of paper?

Chrono: Oh!

Never Chrono has felt so relieved

4:55 AM and I was slacking, even in my 10 days trial of woW zomg! *dies*

Next, expect.... PIRATES!

[AdmiralTigerclaw]

Originally Posted by arkhangelsk

Hold. The problem here is, almost everyone has super-human strength to some degree or other in the magical world (it is not for nothing that they can fling people down at speeds averaging 200m/s), they'll be holding blades that can be made of materials or forcefields of equal strength. It is highly questionable that the armor of this Cyborg can be very immune. To a glance off the side or something like that sure. Full contact ... probably not.

Trouble is, the level of blow you're talking about is equal to a Soul Charged Guard Break move in SC II (amped up some.) Those are SLOW to execute. Things don't exactly break from your average hits and blows. And I really doubt something as fast as combat AI is going to sit around and let Signum pump up a boosted attack to snap them in two.
Being a fully armored android killing machine will have its advantages here over puny flesh (even cyberneticly enhanced puny flesh) for sure. For one, those little scrapes and cuts that make everyone wince in pain, even the cyborgs? Arn-droids don't feel pain.

Even more so if the focus of AMFX is the target. Now they're just mundanes (or WEAK mages) to be beaten down in all their inferior fleshiness.

>_>
<_<

Good thing there's only one.

OK, so it is directional now. With directionality logically does come higher density. But to go from omnidirectional to highly directional in one leap? Technology is evolutionary - remember how many it years it took to develop the Numbers for example. Let's try just going in steps ... to 120, then to 60, to 30, and think about whether the technology even supports the tiny beamwidths you no doubt are imagining in your mind.

Think headlights or RADAR beam... Tag the mage in the 'headlights' and watch 'em squirm when their magic putters down or out. (But it's not a laser. And certainly not an artillery shell that someone suggested in IRC.)

Also, you had better specify the effectiveness drop off with range, unless you want it to be decided by the first person (who isn't likely to be "friendly" to your toy) who writes about your new Terminator.

Structures have harmonic frequencies. And not all of them do.

The constructive interference will just cause the strength of the harmonics to gather more efficiently. It'll only work in particular conditions. Architecture is generally designed to avoid strong resonant frequencies.

I'm thinking more along the lines of ripping small things apart or busting through walls and armor plates (Like armored security doors and such) with conserved force. It's not meant to be an end-all ability.

Actually, it'll work best on a shield if it works at all. A shield is hard, with a simple geometric shape that makes it easy to evaluate a resonant frequency. A barrier will damp the vibrations you are trying to induce.

*Shrug.*

If only you could hit targets with "perfect aim" (which is a meaningless term anyway) just by "calculating the trajectory of any weapon he possesses". What happened to the problems of target acquisition, rangefinding, lead computation, even meterological conditions.

You mean I have to spell out something and assume my audience is dumb? I thought you said NOT to assume the audience was dumb?

Unless you've changed the explosive filler in those rockets, a top ranked mage iwll probably be able to block that level of weaponry - if they are prepared, that it. If they only have a BJ then ... curtains.

AMFX + Aimbot + Absurd Physical Strength + Explosive Tipped Bullets from a Minigun (Or a Rocket Launcher) = SHIT! FUCK!!! RUN!!! WE NEED NEW PLAN! OR A BIGGER GUN THAN HIM!


Plot wise, his biggest ass whupping scene will be the First Encounter. (The best time for unknowns to pull out all the stops.)

[LoweGear]

Is this real?

What is this DORAAAAAAMA I see?!?!?!

It's so freaking delicious

Yare yare

*munches more popcorn*

Originally Posted by ghazghkull

It's not much, but hey it's something. Here's a little side story for good old Farukon :3

Spoiler for Activation:

First Activation

“This isn’t good,” Farukon muttered darkly. What had originally been a routine patrol through the town had turned into a nasty fight.

The evening had started out like any other evening. He and his squad had been on patrol through town, hoping that they could have an easy night, especially with the fact that their Company Commander had been quite sour, and decided to have a very thorough training session earlier in the day.

During one of their routine passes, they had been called in due to an explosion that had occurred at a nearby bank. Naturally responding to orders, they had gone and checked it out. The result was a face full of magic balls fired in the direction from the nearby debris. Unfortunately, his squad sergeant and one of his squad mates had been hit directly, and were immediately knocked unconscious.

Quickly taking action, the squad pulled their downed men behind cover, and took up a defensive position with their devices activated, barrier jackets activated, and were ready for action. Unfortunately for them, the enemy was well prepared, as they began to open fire at their position, force them to stay behind, especially due to the hail of fire that they were facing. However, they knew that they could hold out for a little while. Any chances of escape had been cut off for the attackers, which gave the TSAB troopers time to think, which led up to now, with Farukon being the ranking NCO trying to think of a way to take a hold of the situation.

“How the hell are we supposed to get past all that?” one of his squad mates asked.

“Give me a second,” Farukon responded. Glancing at his squad mates, he new he was in a tight spot. His squad mates were all Private 3rd or 2nd classes, with little to no prior combat experience. The worst part was that they had only recently started on their training, and were still ill prepared for the stresses of combat.

Taking a look at his surroundings, Farukon began to make a map of whatever he could see. To his left, there were several blocks of debris set up in such a manner that could provide cover while firing out. To his right, was mostly impassable terrain and damaged roads. Unfortunately, he was unsure of what was on the other side of their barricade. He needed someone to run across and provide a distraction long enough for him to peek over and see.

Quickly making a decision, he hoped that he wouldn’t regret it. “You three, I need you to run across into that cover, and provide a distraction.”

“Are you nuts?!” one of the two retorted. “We’re going to end up like the sergeant major and him!” It took all of Farukon’s will power to just reach over and smash them over the head.

“Lock it up soldier!” he barked. “We’re in the middle of a battle! Lives are at stake, and we’re the only ones who can do it right now!” Turning his attention to another soldier, he barked orders in the same tone. “You, radio for support now! Call in medics, as well. We may have injured.”

“Yes sergeant,” the Private responded, and moved back a bit to try and call for help.

“On my signal, you three will run, while the rest of us cover them,” Farukon snapped, leaving no room for argument.

“Now!” Reacting immediately, everyone sprung into action. The three designated Privates bolted straight for the cover, while Farukon, and the two of the Privates who were not doing anything got up and leaned their weapons over the cover, and started firing towards the enemy position. Immediately, the enemy ducked behind their own cover, behind their barrage. In that moment though before they ducked, Farukon couldn’t help but let a smirk pass his lips. There were only 5 huddled.

Immediately establishing a private link between the 6 of them, he relayed his plan. “Alright, you three down there, on my signal, will open fire on their position, same thing for you Private 3rd Classes. The PFC and I on the other hand will leap over, and blitz their position, and incapacitate them, understood?”

“But how can we take them out?” the PFC asked. “We’ve got nothing on them. There are five of them, and only two of us will be in there.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered,” Farukon replied, ducking down and placed his standard device down, and pulled out a small card from his pocket. “You guys ready?” Glancing around, he got mostly nervous replies. He couldn’t help but sigh at it. It was to be expected. They were all mostly rookies fresh from the Academy, or had yet to see enough combat to really deal with the stress.

“What did HQ have to say?” Farukon asked, glancing over at the Private who returned from making contact.

“Reinforcements are on their way,” he replied. “But they won’t be here for another 20 minutes.”

“Thanks. Take your post.”

“Yes Sergeant.”

“This is it guys,” Farukon said through their link. “Just maintain fire on their position, watch your fire, and stay calm guys. You’ve done well so far, let’s finish this and get those people out of there.” Receiving somewhat affirmative glances towards, Farukon knew there were as ready as they would ever be for this scenario.

“NOW!” he bellowed. Immediately springing forward, he and the PFC went around straight for the enemy entrenchment. Around them, cover fire blazed past them bombarding the enemy, forcing them to take cover.

Activating the card, he yelled out, “Awaken, Gerhard!” Immediately, the card glowed and unfolded itself as it formed into a battle spear. Leaping over the barricade that served as the shield, Farukon immediately dived into them. With the element of surprise on his side, he quickly engaged them in lightening fast melee.

The PFC who had joined him could only watch in awe. Moving at the lighting fast precision he was known for, Farukon had taken out the opposition with ease. From his point of view, the sergeant had barely broken a sweat. Punches, kicks, even shots were fired upon him, but none had landed a hit on him. In their state of disarray, Farukon had capitalized on it. Using Gerhard’s back end, he had quickly knocked all of them out before any could really regain their bearings.

“Well that was easy,” Farukon mumbled, momentarily inspecting the damaged he had caused. None of them were bleeding thankfully so he didn’t have to worry about performing first aid on them. Quickly casting binds on them, he glanced back at his team, only to feel like he was about to burst a vein. His bloody team was just standing there, staring at him.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! I’M NOTHING NEW! GET YOUR ASSES IN GEAR AND SEE IF ANYONE NEEDS HELP!!” waving Gerhard towards the burning building for emphasis, he sent them a glare that promised lots of pain if they didn’t get moving.

Hours later, after rescuing, detaining, and a longwinded debriefing, and getting rid of the Privates who wanted to talk to him, Farukon was finally able to just flop onto his bed. Pulling the storage card out of his pocket, he stared at it. It had been a secret until now. It was something he had hoped he wouldn’t have to activate until the parts he wanted were installed. But at least it was finished. For all intents and purposes, his Storage Device, Gerhard, was finished.

“I wonder what kind of things we’ll see together,” Farukon muttered to himself.

"I'M NOTHING NEW!"



Modest are we Reddo Farukon? Simple but nice patrol scenario here

Originally Posted by AdmiralTigerclaw

I know what Sektor 21's lead villain in my story is going to be now. (Asside from 21's hidden backgroup people...)


Imagine a group of mage hating conventional weapons users (cannon fodder.)... being supported by reconfigured Type I, II, and III gadget drones with nastier weapons and a new AMF...

All lead by this.

Spoiler for Lean Mean Mage Killing Machine...:

ZED 01



NAME: Z-0001-3325-3689-3 (or Zed for short. 'He' answers to this name.)
TYPE: Gadget Drone? Combat... Cyborg?
MODEL: ?? (Logged as GDCC-T400. Gadget Drone/Combat Cyborg Type 4)
Affilliation: Sektor 21
Occupation: Infitration and Antimage Assault Android

Capabilities:
- AMF-X Projector
- Contact Interface Hacking
- Incredible Physical Strength
- Harmonic Smash
- AIMBOT

Sektor 21's most dangerous 'drone', is an intelligent, and dangerous cybernetic organism simply known as 'Zed'. His first appearance was a month before the massive attack and raid on the power plant on southern MidChilda near the city of Selene, where with the help of converted Gadget Drones, he slaughtered the mages of the facility before excavating the site. It is known that he operates on mission parameters for Sektor 21 as their newest number one hitman... er... hit-bot. It is postulated that he was developed from scrap information on combat cyborg technology, as well as from various gadget drone information still at large after the JS incident.
More cybernetic than organism (In fact, ALL cybernetic), Zed is extremely deadly to mages in general. His AI system that is astoundingly adaptive and intelligent. His structure is reinforced and made from the strongest alloys available, rendering all the 'organic' weaknesses of the Combat Cyborg 'Numbers' null and void, and almost immune to melee weapons in general. He also wears an adaptive material that ressembles living tissue so much so that small cuts will 'bleed', allowing him to blend in unless scanned. Luckly, this material does not adapt constantly or regenerate, meaning that once his cover is blown, he would have to return to his home base to change his camoflauge. It is currently unknown if Zed is a prototype, mass produced, or a reconstructed cold case. Whatever the answer, at this point, only Zed-0001-3325-3689-3 has been seen. And has caused massive injury and death in those few incidents.

Abilities.

AMFX:
AMFX is an extremely dangerous version of AMF that Sektor 21 has begun to implement after they snuck off with many of Jail's drones at the end of the Cradle incident. This AMF is more powerful, and easily projected externally to points at higher density, often ressembling the concept of 'painting' a target in sight. In a heartbeat, Zed can disable a mage in mid air and deliver a vicious coup-de-gras with conventional weapons after they drop right out of the sky. Range is unknown on Zed, by the converted Gadgets have functional versions as well.

Contact Interface Hacking:
Zed, as an AI controled mechanism, is equipped to interface and hack into networked systems, shutting down security networks, and gathering information in a flash. While not designed for extreme hacking, unprepared systems are at particular risk to his brand of brute force smash and grab operations.

Harmonic Smash:
This barely made it into records, but Zed appears to have a mechanism in a similar variation to Subaru's IS: Vibration Shatter. This variation, dubbed, 'Harmonic Smash', was seen working as Zed used sonic resonance probing to determine the harmonic freuqency of a material, before matching its vibration and applying it full force. The effect causes constructive interference in the harmonics of the stricken material, and rapidly causes the material to weaken, allowing him to smash objects far stronger than his normal strength would imply, or rip things clear apart with his bare hands. It is suggested, that even without AMF-X, he could break even top level mage barriers in seconds if allowed to identify their harmonic frequency.

AIMBOT: Zed can calculate the trajectory of any weapon he posseses, so long as he knows the attributes. Thus, unless mages have extreme manueverability skills, his aim is perfect. Use extreme caution.

WARNING:

Zed has been noted capable of utilizing some of the largest man-portable conventional weaponry seen, ranging from miniguns to rocket launchers.

By the time I'm done, he'll be vicious, and we'll need the Aces, the Shock Enforcers, and even crazy old Crash and that half-magic armor to handle this killing machine. *Tigerclaw cackles with glee at soon to be, beatdowns.*

Asta La Vista, baby

Originally Posted by Kha

...
You needn't have worried.

I have an announcement to make: I am rolling back changes to the Rebuilt timeline. Evoluder Subaru? Gone. Marg Vita? Crashed. GAR Eisen and Kyosuke Bardiche? Out the window. Nanoha Ray? Hell Alpha will fix that. Lightning Squad seems reasonably uncracked and should remain relatively unchanged.

I was informed that for continuity, Yuuno's druidic magic is out of the question, so regretably, no Wild Ferret of the TSAB. Arf will not see action in StrikerS; I know that's a 100% reversal from my earlier promise, but continuity holds sway. Zafira might see more lines, and maybe a few more shots of him in humanoid form, but that's all.

The nature of Einherjar remains limited, and I've yet to come up with an appropiate answer. Riot 6 remains similar to canon, except with the addition of Drake Squad, and a GF-certified landing airship that could double as a mobile HQ to stand in for Asura until it is shot down in the Jail incident. Training sessions remain, as there are more OCs to train now, so that justifies the time spent. Kai will be added to the Tech department.

TSAB remains totally incompetent, so as not to dull the effectiveness of several other units. However, the nature of the Brains' bodies have been changed, as well as the ruling system of the TSAB has been updated to a Paliament under an overriding High Council. Jail's second Cradle, the Silver Throne, has been dropped in favor of focusing fire on the original.

On the Church side, extensive revisions to the organization of Adeptae Belkarum and Licht von Belka will go ahead, as it is with the inclusion of Outer Cadia Shock Troopers in the Saint Guard. The Shock Troopers will be modelled on the USMC as planned, but my lack of understanding of the corp might mean that Goose and Kagerou and Tiger and other subject matter experts must be consulted before anything can be solidified. There will be more machinery on Midchilda on both Belka and Mid factions, and certainly a bit more Cleric-Knights then just 4. The Gundam and GN-X are being reviewed, and may be dropped in favor of normal Power and Terminator armor. However, in order to remain competent, Cleric-Knights retain their ability to fly on WM particles, but their main mod of closing would now be either Teleport or Greller Schritt (Flash Step).

Jail's drone army gets several more modifications. Numbers remain the same 12, but will appear earlier. Two extra sentokijin have been included: Trieze and Uomo, and hopefully once I work things out it will go through quickly. ERW will make their appearance at the Einherjar assault, which is now remade into a trap laid for the capture of the Numbers.

The movie feature Riot 6 Goes to Tokyo will go ahead, and is pretty much completely original take on the SS events; there will be fanservice, but the action and depth has been increased. Arisa and Suzuka retain their Warp Magica Devices Throne and Mikoto, and will return with Riot 6 to Midchilda after that as planned earlier.

Please note that all the above is subject to change, and that Rebuilt itself might be dropped. As it is, I realize that minimal changes needed to be made in actual fact, all that needs is a summary of events, not a full crackfest that does nothing but amuse me and leave the rest of the thread either in bewilderment or non-plus. And that doesn't amuse me for long.

Thank you for your time, and sorry for distracting you all from Alpha.

Less Crack, more fluff. Was fun while it lasted, but still quite awesome changes I see

And yes, crack can only be amusing for so long, but at least it never loses its awesomeness

Originally Posted by Fuyu no Sora

"The concept of eating coagulated blood isn't alien to me" huh? And it wasn't really coagulated blood. If it was, then.....

Trust me, coagulated blood isn't as bad as you think, in fact it's quite delicious as flavoring

Of course, you have to cook it well

Originally Posted by Fuyu no Sora

And nope Kay is a guy (I'm lacking in male OC personnel ), his sister Kayley is a girl

Aaaah the two Kay's

Originally Posted by Fuyu no Sora

As for Ratler, don't worry. He's been terribly busy lately but he said that once he has time, he'll pay us a visit

Yup, he's been AWOL a long time

Originally Posted by Kha

While this just means that I retell the story with just additional OCs without any changes to actual events, even keeping dialogue the same, this just might be the way out of my melancholy...

...that just leaves the problem of why does the idea of only doing that irk me so much. Is it because StrikerS was never epic, such that doing just that will never equal any work by anyone else by default? Is it because I lost faith in the original material to entertain? Is it because I dunno what to change and what not to change? Is it because I have and was given too many ideas, but not one coherent plan? Just what am I thinking?!

I thought that the very idea of the Rebuilt was to fix the problems StrikerS had in its execution. Potential and Concept-wise, StrikerS is an awesome show (as evidenced by the this fine example of a thriving thread), but execution wise even I have to admit it didn't live up to expectation. I myself often have thoughts of Rebuilts, just that I never have any ambition to do so.

Your first questions are exactly the questions that justify the creation of Rebuilt, as such they shouldn't be looked at as your doubts about yourself, but as the problems that your writings could solve. Since IMHO only the execution was flawed, if you can execute the story of StrikerS much better, then you've taken out your first problem. The second problem... since you're recreating the entire thing, the original should now only be the inspiration for the piece, but not necessarily similar (like with the recent Rebuild of Evangelion). And I don't think that's necessarily true... we do like the original material enough to keep the stories and the characters thriving don't we?

As for your third and fourth problems... well, that's a problem everyone writer here in OC or anywhere has at some point, when we're assaulted by so many good inspirations and Ideas that we just don't know what to do. Information overload, and filtering can only do much before our hearts tell us that we should just go with what we want.

We may not be able to solve all of your problems, but I think we, as your good comrades in OC, can help out somehow.

Originally Posted by Kha

Maybe I should do something to make Kagerou feel less disturbed. Here's some major Khrack:

Spoiler for In this world that has ended...:

Jail was right.

"The Numbers are the ultimate warriors of justice, holding the key to defeating all evil in the Multiverse! Why even you can't see that?!"

"When the blue moon turns red, 1 million shadows of the dead shall cometh and consume this world."

"YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!"

I got up from my seat and read the battle maps again. By brilliance or by fluke, the Tempest Keep was surrounded by hostiles who weren't there a day earlier.

Were we really not prepared, against this enemy of tremendous scale? The Spawn came and overran us, slayed our leadership, pushed us to extinction. It was truly every man for himself, those dark days not long ago...

But Jail knew. He knew they were coming; he spent years fashioning a weapon to fight this dire threat. The Numbers, the Cradle, all were just a part of the plan that I'm still unravelling today...

Numbers? Wait no. Novus Marines. An army of Light granted by the touch of Chaos, dictated by necessity that made one break reason, manned by humans with more metal than flesh, commanded by a brother sending his sisters to die.

Such irony...

With the Cradle and whatever we could salvage of Saint Church, we had fought tooth and nail, not for honor or duty, but for feral survival. We used everything and anything we had, and lost much much more on the way, but for the meek and frail, we survived. Isn't that alright? Isn't that correct? Isn't that what protecting everyone really meant?

Then why do I feel so cold...?

With Saber using the Cradle's true ability to transport ships through the Warp, we chased the Spawn everywhere, discovering more and more Ancient Belka relics lingering in the realms of closed space. Our burgeoning fleet of old and new then managed to intercept the Spawn as they began to invade another world. This time, I opened up a front from Ground Zero, and began the purging while the TSAB disgruntledly worked from outside. We fought long and hard...

My armored glove jingled with dog-tags, and my chest tightened again. Gimmy, Foy, Taiyo, my sisters...

Now, the purging is done; Earth is safe at last. The Spawn has been reduced to blind, scattered masses throughout Ordered Space. The hardest part was over, and all there was is to mop up the scum of the multiverse.

"YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!"

Were really not prepared? All I can see, is that we truly weren't prepared for the folly of Man...

"Sir, a group of Enforcers have breached the perimeter! They are led by--"

"I know," I replied sharply, stopping her before she could say any more. Just the very thought of TSAB being the ones banging down my doors hurt so much...

TSAB secured the Americas. The reborn Imperium of Belka saved Europe, Asia and Africa. Two allies divided only by a sea... Yet our ideals... Why is thy gulf thus large? We can't surrender now, not before the Purging is done, much less give up my own sisters for execution when they have spilt blood to save the space we knew!

I refocused on another area of conflict and tapped on it. The panel responded, calling up another video screen fed by a drone. Kaleido-Sofy raised her wand and called down bolts of ice at a black-winged mage who retaliated with Bloody Daggers of her own.

I felt sick just watching two sisters- no twins- out to kill each other, but I could not close the screen. I wanted neither side to win, neither to lose... Same goes for this entire meaningless battle. The TSAB were our allies, our real leadership, not this pseudo-theocratic nonsense the Inquisition thought up to convince the people of Belka that I could lead them to safety. If we lose, we will miss the chance to strike back, the Spawn will regroup and will overrun us again; I don't want to waste any more lives so meaninglessly. But if we win, we will have lost all the reason we have stood for.

I would become Jail.

I am not God Emperor of Belka. If I were, I'd know how to deal with this crisis of brother against brother, but I don't. I really don't. Yet for the people who believe in me, I must live this obscene lie to fruition.

I tapped the maps, flipping from one to the next, searching. Nanoha was nowhere in sight; Neither was Fate. Mentally, I was searching for more allies even when I remembered cradling their bodies, screaming in anguish.

I searched faster and faster desperation creeping through my entire facade. Tea... Lutecia... Caro... Erio... Serena... Allie... My friends... My children... I couldn't... I--

I fisted the panels, scattering them back into disexistence, and into the concrete wall. I sensed a wave of alarm sweep through the throne room. Instinctively, I shot both arms up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, just..." I shrugged. I'm just...? Nuts?

No, I was denying it: I was alone. I've been alone for all my life, but it never hurt. And it had to hurt now. Why? Am I wrong? I stuck to my guns, like I was intended to. Is that wrong? What is wrong?

"Ni-san..."

I turned around, surprised by the voice. It was Cinque, the one sister I could not sense. I'd reach out to her then if not for the tall, lanky clone next to her.

"Yo, God Emperor." He smirk.

"What is it, Dr. Scagletti."

"Just saying hi. Thought you could use some cheering up."

As if you could ever do that to me.

"Ni-san," Cinque began. "It must be hard on you..."

I looked at her, and I couldn't bring myself to answer. Her arm was in a cast, there were bandages over her mechanical eye and medobots could be seen working on her shredded leg. I couldn't let her worry... But I'm such a bad liar...

"God Emperor," Jail spoke again, stinging me with his words as always. But then, his tone changed. "Thank you."

I snapped up to attention. Stared at him. His smirk was gone for once; he wasn't acting like he had something to hide. Thank me? Are you kidding?!

"Thank you, for doing the right thing. And I'm sure," he motioned around the room. "...that we've followed you so far because of that."

My jaw dropped. Jail, the bioconstruct built by the original's dying memories, was doing what? But there were more movement. Keira, my Palatine, stopped tracking her sisters' movements and looked back. Cinque, injured but her eyes burned with urgency.

"Oi baka," Sophia spoke from her screen dodging a Diabolic Edict. "Are you going emo again? I told you to have made me queen if you couldn't handle it."

As expected of Sophia. And everyone else...

I laughed inside. My guilt remained, but I've led them this far; I will not fail those who believe in this destiny!

"Uno, send all the Manaforges, Science Facilities and whatever of our gear that fly into orbit now. And prepare the protocol to retreat. We shall regroup around the Cradle."

"Right away, Sir!"

"Sophia, gather your Sisters. We're going to leave this quagmire. And..."

"What you baka?"

"Sorry for making you go through with all this."

There was a pause.

"Heiki, heiki!" She smirked back in Japanese. "We squabble all the time."

"Makoto, Juliet. The Novus Marines will cover the escape for the fleet, then make sure you catch up with us."

"I hear and obey, my Emperor," the younger Scagletti replied.

"Then I'll have as much fun as I can till then! Ja!" And the older one left soon after.

"Setsuna, Saber. Purge that sector of Spawn quickly and get into orbit at earnest."

"Roger!"

I turned to the waiting congregation.

"Keira, secure Arcatraz and make sure our people have evacuated; if it comes to that it shall be the bomb that covers our escape."

"Yes, sire."

"Jail, prepare the Mechanar for liftoff; let not the armory fall to them."

"Of course, I'm not letting them get their grubby hands on the best lab ever built by Man!" The man yelled back on the way out.

"The rest of you, standby in the Exodar and leave on my orders, even if I am not on it. For it means that Tempest Keep is lost and I shall go down with it."

"Ni-san!" Cinque yelled. "Please, at least let me stay with you. You're--"

My hand on her shoulder silenced her.

"Cinque, I have face them alone."

She lingered, along with the retinue.

"I have to do this. I'll be fine."

I watched Cinque bite her lip a little, then throw a hug quite suddenly. I returned it mutely, then let her group hurry off. No words came to mind as the rear exits shut and bolted, just relief, and quiet. I strode back to my throne, and eased my armor-laden body into it. I shut my eyes, thinking, meditating.

This throne of cold metal... I must be frozen.

Quite suddenly, the front doors exploded inwards; there was a flash of yellow; I raised Tausend Kreuz and parried the strike easily; and for the first time in a month, we gazed into each other's eyes.

Oh the bitter irony, that this heresy against me, was led non other than by my wife, Fate.

Only some of you will get what this is, but thank Nighty and Kagerou for giving me the reason, impetus and.

Gosh I still can't :3 at crack like I used too... I'm turning into Vice, bakayarou...

And the God Emperor falls, left to face the raging tide by himself. EPIC CRACK

Though Jail was :eyespin :

Originally Posted by Fuyu no Sora

The reason I named her Kayley is precisely because of delicious mix-ups and misunderstandings As a plus: Those two are fraternal twins but that are almost identical in looks Like Dia and Dae Lyonhart :3 (and yes, those are Cass' twin siblings, why their last name is different will be explained in their profiles! )

So it's Kay Kay Kay?

[Jimmy C]

Originally Posted by Kha

While this just means that I retell the story with just additional OCs without any changes to actual events, even keeping dialogue the same,

I'm afraid you may find that harder than you think. Having non-combantant characters interacting with CC will alter their dynamics, subtly at first then increasingly diviated from the original. Even combatants weaker than Erio and Caro means extra pairs of hands in battles. That would make a significant difference in some cases.

[AdmiralTigerclaw]

Aaron helped me run through some AMFX details... Get's me a clear scope on what they can-cannot do.

Spoiler for AMFX as on Zed:

AMFX is an extremely dangerous version of AMF that Sektor 21 has begun to implement after they snuck off with many of Jail's drones at the end of the Cradle incident. This AMF is in a sense, more powerful, and easily projected externally to points at higher density, often ressembling the concept of 'painting' a target in sight. In a heartbeat, Zed can disable a mage in mid air and deliver a vicious coup-de-gras with conventional weapons after they drop right out of the sky. Range is unknown on Zed, by the converted Gadgets have functional versions as well.
AMFX has the following function limitations.
AMFX projects like a RADAR beam. (Or headlights.) It can tag mages a good distance, though field density falls off by the inverse square law. The projector is limited to one target at a time, and must maintain 'contact' with the target to maintain the effect. Thus, it can be avoided by placing physical obstacles (barriers, shields, and fields don't count) between the mage, and the projector. Powering the AMF-X in Zed 01 in particular is -multiple- Jewel Seed fragments that were recovered from Gadget Drones. (A hypocrytical move on S-21s part, but they tend to be that way.)
As it stands, estimated power level can drop an unsuspecting average mage on the spot, an unprepared ace mage in seconds, and render ranged magics (and flying) unsuable, and generally level the playing field.

Examples of limitation power. It will NOT stop a prepared Starlight Breaker. But it will force Nanoha to land quickly if she doesn't want to break her neck trying to FIRE that Starlight Breaker, and if it is NOT prepared, she will take an extended amount of time to prepare it that would make TRYING to use it a tactical error of hideous proportions. Knights in particular will suffer the them most, and the least at the same time from AMFX. They will only be able to deal in close combat with Zed and not be able to use external magical defenses, but they will still be able to utilize their internal magical augmentation to a degree. (Since the body itself stops the AMFX beam.)
Which makes them the most well suited for taking on an AMFX equpped mechanism.

Critical example:

Optimal use of AMFX is a sneak attack. If Zed gets the drop on Hayate in a tight space environment, she will be rendered unable to fly almost immediately (Escape prevented), lose barriers and shields shortly after this (Defenses fail), and be unable to get a high power spell up in time before (Attacks take too long) Zed closes the distance and 'neutralizes' her in a condition that could only be described as 'glass doll'.

(We won't let this happen though will we? No NOOoooo... No no no no no no. For drama, we'll let him ALMOST get her, then have intervention right as he's about to snap her neck.)

EDIT: And now REIN vs POWERTHIRST!

Spoiler for Give your Unisons SHOCKLATE, and they'll be good a SPORTS!:

"WHEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Crash ducked instrinctively at the sudden noise as Rein shot over his head, giggling madly as she zipped back and forth between the Aces and Test Pilots. Roland snapped into the front lean in rest and back up again as she came close to crashing into him.
"Cooper! What, did you give her?!"

"Hey she asked ME if she could have some," the engineer snapped in defense. "Don't look at me like I did something wrong!"

Fox shook her head, letting it drop. As she did so, she noticed a small silver can rolling up to her foot. Bending down to pick it up, she examined it briefly before her eyes widened.

"Cooper you gave her SHOCKLATE!?"

Cooper squirmed in her glare.

"Only a little bi-"

"YOU NIMROD!" Fox interrupted him, swinging her arm to point where Rien was dooing loop-de-loops. "And you didn't think that maybe a Unison like her was a little SMALL to handle that?!"

"SMALL?! WAIT! WHO CARES?!" Rein cackled as she zipped through the group again, before getting obsessed with strands of her hair and spinning around in circles trying to catch them with her teeth until she was dizzy enough to fall right out of the air. Signum's stoic manner twitched ever so slightly towards a smile as she tried to suppress the image of a Dog.

"Uh..." Hayate began. "What is... Shocklate?"

"Chololate Energy," Crash supplied, taking a knee to ensure the unison was okay. "It's like adding chocolate to an electrical storm."

"Sounds interesting," Nanoha interjected, then turned to Cooper. "Mind if I try some?"

"Oh, sure, I've still got a can of Rawberry here so-"

"NO!"

They all froze as Fox stormed her way over to Cooper and yanked the can right out of his hands.
"You are NOT giving this stuff to any S level mages! If it does THAT-" she motioned to Rein, who had recovered and was once more zipping in loops around Crash's head, "-to a Unison... I could only imagine what it would do to HER!" she made a rough motion to Nanoha this time.

"Probably best not to try any," Roland managed to mutter to Nanoha as Fox and Cooper argued back and forth. "That stuff's like liquid cartridge power on steroids. One can and you'd probably be able to shoot a cruiser clean out of orbit."

Nanoha managed to imagine herself firing an Arc-en-ciel for a second before looking at the bickering duo.

"Shouldn't we stop them?"

"Nah, this'll be over in a second," Crash closed his eyes.

"It's MY drink, I can give it to whomever I want! Give it back you hear?"

There was a clap as Cooper grabbed Fox's wrist to retrieve his can.

"Big mistake," Crash stated with his eyes shut.

'CRACK! WHOMP! SLAM! THUD!'

The aces all winced at the same time as they watched Fox deftly leverage her way out of Cooper's grip, throw his elbow into a lock with the sound of protesting joints, then drive her other fist into his abdomen, and finally step in and hurl him right off her next move that rolled right from an elbo strike to a palm-thrust. Despite being twice her height, and several times her weight, she sent the overweight engineer a good four meters straight backwards in the air.

Crash opened his eyes and looked over to Fox, who was now standing in a finishing stance with her eyes closed and a very unfriendly frown on her face.

"That was a freebie," she hissed. "Touch me again and I'll ensure you go over the rail with both arms broken."

"Sure you want to tango?" Signum whispered into Vita's ear. Vita merely smirked, the girl had moves to back her attitude. And that instantly made everything else excusable.

"Sorry you had to see that," Fox apologized to the group as she spun about, giving off a serious air counter to her normal attitude. Signum appraised the momentary change in attitude. If only for a moment, she wasn't cocky. Good, that showed there was some proffessional disapline invoked in whatever hand to hand classes she appeared to have taken.

Roland opened his mouth to comment about not breaking his best engineer, but then closed it when he heard what sounded like another passing jet, with a slightly distinct engine noise none of the others would have noticed. Crash noticed him looking around and spoke up.

"What is it?"

Roland paused when he finally fixed where the sound was coming from.

"He's here..."

Everyone froze and looked at the General, then followed his gaze.

"That's not what I think it is.... is it?" Fox asked.

[arkhangelsk]

Originally Posted by AdmiralTigerclaw

Trouble is, the level of blow you're talking about is equal to a Soul Charged Guard Break move in SC II (amped up some.) Those are SLOW to execute. Things don't exactly break from your average hits and blows. And I really doubt something as fast as combat AI is going to sit around and let Signum pump up a boosted attack to snap them in two.
Being a fully armored android killing machine will have its advantages here over puny flesh (even cyberneticly enhanced puny flesh) for sure. For one, those little scrapes and cuts that make everyone wince in pain, even the cyborgs? Arn-droids don't feel pain.

Well, I'm assuming your Arnoldroid is not sending people through multiple floors with regular moves either. But to say that it is (almost) immune to melee in the MGLN context is pushing it.

Good thing there's only one.

Good.

Think headlights or RADAR beam... Tag the mage in the 'headlights' and watch 'em squirm when their magic putters down or out. (But it's not a laser. And certainly not an artillery shell that someone suggested in IRC.)

I was thinking exactly that. The problem is, the fields we saw so far are omnidirectional. Please justify how they managed to make it directional.

I'm thinking more along the lines of ripping small things apart or busting through walls and armor plates (Like armored security doors and such) with conserved force. It's not meant to be an end-all ability.

A door ... maybe ... depends on its composition.

You mean I have to spell out something and assume my audience is dumb? I thought you said NOT to assume the audience was dumb?

Well, if you had just said "it has an advanced fire control system", I might have went easy, but your special mention implies all the other parts of a FCS do not exist

More importantly, you still need to come up with an efficiency under various conditions. Unless again you want it decided by the first unfriendly guy who writes about your new droid.

If you insist calling the system perfect, I'll write in the rating system:
Fire Control System: SSS+

Oh, now watch the h3xxbusters all get attracted

Originally Posted by AdmiralTigerclaw

AMFX is an extremely dangerous version of AMF that Sektor 21 has begun to implement after they snuck off with many of Jail's drones at the end of the Cradle incident. This AMF is in a sense, more powerful, and easily projected externally to points at higher density, often ressembling the concept of 'painting' a target in sight.

Halt. How did they turn an omnidirectional field into a directional one.

In a heartbeat, Zed can disable a mage in mid air and deliver a vicious coup-de-gras with conventional weapons after they drop right out of the sky. Range is unknown on Zed, by the converted Gadgets have functional versions as well.

It is fine if the TSAB doesn't know about it, but all the gameplayers should know. Otherwise, don't cry when they say it has a maximum range of 10m.

Further, the effective distance of this toy is a critical component of whether or not to h3xxbust your latest creation.

It can tag mages a good distance,

Specify a baseline in quantitative terms. What you described below might be a realistic report for the TSAB, but not for storywriters.

though field density falls off by the inverse square law. The projector is limited to one target at a time, and must maintain 'contact' with the target to maintain the effect. Thus, it can be avoided by placing physical obstacles (barriers, shields, and fields don't count) between the mage, and the projector.

I see. So, a mage can get around this by taking a body sized piece of paper, interpose it into the field, and finish her spell behind this thing?

Powering the AMF-X in Zed 01 in particular is -multiple- Jewel Seed fragments that were recovered from Gadget Drones. (A hypocrytical move on S-21s part, but they tend to be that way.)

Screw theory. Give me the technotactical specifications

As it stands, estimated power level can drop an unsuspecting average mage on the spot, an unprepared ace mage in seconds, and render ranged magics (and flying) unsuable, and generally level the playing field.

Actually, an unprepared ace mage will be able to increase concentration and keep up if your AMF fails to knock her out within a second - we saw that effect in Ep21 or thereabouts.

I suggest, for game purposes, something like this. At a baseline range of 50m call it a 2 mage rank effective reduction while a mage is under illumination. That will cause an "average mage" (I suppose you mean A) to lose 2 ranks to become C. An "ace" (let's say AAA) becomes A.

If they are very close, say <10m, call it a 3 rank loss.

Reduce penalty by one rank if the target is prepared for AMF conditions.

Optimal use of AMFX is a sneak attack. If Zed gets the drop on Hayate in a tight space environment, she will be rendered unable to fly almost immediately (Escape prevented), lose barriers and shields shortly after this (Defenses fail), and be unable to get a high power spell up in time before (Attacks take too long) Zed closes the distance and 'neutralizes' her in a condition that could only be described as 'glass doll'.

ROFTLMAO. If your Zed (heck, anybody) gets "the drop" on Hayate, why would he even bother to play with AMFX. What any idiot will do, knowing Hayate, is to charge and knock her out with fists without fooling around with AMFX (which will risk Hayate, whose one strong point is sheer magical power, being able to bull past the thing and get a shot off while you toy around with it).

And if Zed has weapons, why doesn't he just SHOOT her!

[Wild Goose]

As an OC writer, I'm not too worried because neither Chief nor Ivanovich need magic to kick ass,

As a haxbuster, i haven't managed to wrangle the time to haxbust yet.

[Kha]

Originally Posted by Kagerou

That was sex.

Really? It kinda came out a little too early! 0_0

*RUNS AT LUDICRIOUS SPEED*

Originally Posted by Liingo

Blatant WoW refernces as well as hints at WC3:TFT put me off the story....

FINE, haet my placeholders. I wanted musical instruments but couldn't find any before I had to go and by LUNCH for the family. >.<

But where in the world is the TFT reference? Even the "this metal throne" line was inspired by the "I'm Frozen" stanza of Ash Like Snow, NOT THAT!!!

*sulks in a corner*

Originally Posted by LoweGear

Is this real?

What is this DORAAAAAAMA I see?!?!?!

It's so freaking delicious

Yare yare

*munches more popcorn*

Originally Posted by LoweGear

Less Crack, more fluff. Was fun while it lasted, but still quite awesome changes I see

And yes, crack can only be amusing for so long, but at least it never loses its awesomeness

Never fails to come back and screw me someday too.

Originally Posted by LoweGear

I thought that the very idea of the Rebuilt was to fix the problems StrikerS had in its execution. Potential and Concept-wise, StrikerS is an awesome show (as evidenced by the this fine example of a thriving thread), but execution wise even I have to admit it didn't live up to expectation. I myself often have thoughts of Rebuilts, just that I never have any ambition to do so.

Your first questions are exactly the questions that justify the creation of Rebuilt, as such they shouldn't be looked at as your doubts about yourself, but as the problems that your writings could solve. Since IMHO only the execution was flawed, if you can execute the story of StrikerS much better, then you've taken out your first problem. The second problem... since you're recreating the entire thing, the original should now only be the inspiration for the piece, but not necessarily similar (like with the recent Rebuild of Evangelion). And I don't think that's necessarily true... we do like the original material enough to keep the stories and the characters thriving don't we?

As for your third and fourth problems... well, that's a problem everyone writer here in OC or anywhere has at some point, when we're assaulted by so many good inspirations and Ideas that we just don't know what to do. Information overload, and filtering can only do much before our hearts tell us that we should just go with what we want.

We may not be able to solve all of your problems, but I think we, as your good comrades in OC, can help out somehow.

I don't know... But thanks.

Originally Posted by LoweGear

And the God Emperor falls, left to face the raging tide by himself. EPIC CRACK

Though Jail was

Huh? This is the cutscene before the 1st mission of the Imperium campaign in Multiverse at War: Kha of the Imperium. It's not the end yet!

As for Jail, you never know if he did that honestly, or did it just to make Kha move according to his plan, no?

Anyway, this expansion set adds the Imperium of Belka, and Chaos Knights into the mix.

I think the prequel should be called Multiverse at War: Alpha Strike, since it was based on Alpha, and features the TSAB Forces and the Spawn races.

I've got more crack coming for the 1st mission walkthrough...

Why? Why can't I =3 anymore...

Originally Posted by Jimmy C

I'm afraid you may find that harder than you think. Having non-combantant characters interacting with CC will alter their dynamics, subtly at first then increasingly diviated from the original. Even combatants weaker than Erio and Caro means extra pairs of hands in battles. That would make a significant difference in some cases.

Ah yeah... Hmm tanks for the heads up.

[Wild Goose]

God, it's done. My longest profile ever. Alpha Franz bio is one step closer to completion: history is done, next is relationships, then lastly skills & abilities. Comments welcome.

Be warned: some Alpha spoilers (not really that many) and explicit spelling out of bad things in the past. This is a spoiler for why Naomi currently hates him.

Spoiler for Alpha Profile: Franz Jaeger, Assault Compamy Commander of the Order:

Name: Franz Jaeger
Date of Birth: February 17th, MC 40
Age: 43
Callsign: Alpha 1-1 (Pronounced "Alpha One-One")
Ace Name: N/A
Gender: Male
Origin: Farbanti, capital city of Erusia
Affiliation: Order of Freelance Mages, Time-Space Administration Bureau
Position: Alpha Platoon Leader, Assault Company Commander
Rank: O-2 (1st Lieutenant)

Mage Class: Knight
Magic Rank: A+
Magic System: Neo-Belka
Magic Color: Yellow
Magic Affinity: Lightning
Magic Style: Neo-Belkan melee & ranged combat (which unarmed combat skills mixed in)
Magic Device: Armed Device Cobra (Sword & Rifle modes); Cartridge Device Magnum (Pistol-shaped Storage Device)

Conventional Style: Special Forces, Light Infantry, Close Quaters Battle
Conventional Weapons (As Assault Company Commander and an OFM veteran, Franz is highly skilled in the use of conventional weapons, and is rated Expert with most of the Order's small arms. The following weapons are his preferred weapons):
- MA5C Assault rifle, chambered for 7.62x51mm, with optional flashlight, laser designator, underslung 40mm grenade launcher, or shotgun attachment (Franz is the Order's best shot with the MA5C, and typically deploys with the flashlight attachment or laser designator).
- M6G Pistol, chambered for 12.7x40mm, loaded with Semi Armor-Piercing High Explosive rounds or hollowpoint rounds.
- M7 SMG, chambered for 5.23mm caseless
- Combat knives of varying sizes and types. His primary blade is the 14-inch combat blade, of the same style as those carried by Erusian ODST Marines.

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150 lbs
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black, graying
Hair Style: Short, combed back. Essentially a crewcut that's juuuuust a little too long.
Facial Features: Caucasian skintone, lightly tanned. Fairly ordinary-ish looking person. Always wears dark tinted sunglasses to hide the lines and dark circles around his eyes.
Clothes: For PT/training, Franz wears woodland camo OFM BDU pants, black boots, and a gray t-shirt; for official functions and Mondays, TSAB Dress Blues, and prefers light colored shirts and black pants when off-duty. On base during weekdays, he wears OFM woodland camo BDUs.

Spoiler for Franz:

Franz walks down a street on Ariadne. His Battle Rifle hangs loosely in his right arm.

Spoiler for Franz's themes:

Beowulf Divine Wars Version

moabi - Beowulf Piano Version

AAA - BLOOD on FIRE

Profile:
The commander of the OFM's Assault Company, doubling as Alpha Platoon leader, Franz Jaeger is one of the most-experienced mages of the Order, having been a recruit since the Order's founding days in MC0062. While he isn't a master mage, and has yet to complete his training as a knight (after 19 years, this is STILL one of the biggest jokes in the Order), Franz balances out his lack of official skill and average magical power with 21 years of combat experience in the Order (in addition to his five years in the Gardai prior to joining the Order, hunting down Erusian terrorists and engaging in street fighting and Close Quarters Battle). The fact that he's the best shot in the Order with the MA5C assault rifle doesn't hurt either.

One of the pillars of the Order, and an inspirational leader to his men - particularly Alpha Platoon - Franz in many ways personifies the "genius of hard work" archetype. While he isn't really a genius by any stretch of the word, he's got hard-earned skills and experience, is a quick thinker, and more than capable of holding his own in a fight...it's just that almost everyone is much, much more powerful than him. (And even B-ranked Master Chief John-117 can defeat him easily. On the other hand, Master Chief has many more levels of badass over Franz.)

A little-known secret about Franz is that one of the key reasons the MA5C is his favorite weapon is because it has a built-in compass: Franz's natural sense of direction is beyond atrocious. After 26 years of service in the Gardai and Order, he's become very good at using navigational tools to compensate for his terrible sense of direction, though expect a movement order generated by him to have at least 20 waypoints. When his navigational tools are gone... well, it's a different story. It's one of the reasons why he likes close-range combat.

Personality:
--Alignment: Neutral Good.
Franz is principled, mostly honest, though his morality is sufficiently elastic to allow him to abide by the letter of the law while violating the spirit. Recently he has shown a more harsher stance towards traitors and cancerous elements in the TSAB, and his long-held dislike of the TSAB Ground Forces is becoming more pronounced, especially after a paper he wrote on joint task force operations was savaged by Ground Forces officers.

Formerly, Franz's personality could be described as "Hot Blood." To describe him as such now is not incorrect, but misses a number of nuances to his persona. In the eight years since the Jail Scaglietti incident, and 6 years after the Ariadne Incident was covered up, Franz has become a quieter, more serious person. He still has his hot blood, but he's now just as likely to be as serious as Glen as he is to make hot blooded speeches. In many of his interactions outside Alpha Platoon, Franz is now a much quieter person. Off the battlefield, Franz now comes across as a thoughtful, competant, dedicated individual... until he slips into his hotblood, anyway. Even then though, his hot blooded comments are just as likely to be delivered calmly ("Who do you think I am?") as opposed to his normal...enthusiam ("WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?!"). He's starting to learn how to be quietly enthusiastic, much to Glen's relief.

On the battlefield, with Cobra in his right hand and Magnum in his left, Franz resembles his younger self, a hot blooded warrior fighting the power, piercing heaven with the spirit of true men and a heart filled with blazing magma (and a giant drill). With his Devices and his magic, he will carve a hotblooded path through the enemy and the Spawn, shouting hot blooded slogans at the top of his lungs. Well, until he inevitably breaks off to dodge a full on beamspam barrage.

With his beloved MA5C in his hands, however, it's as if a change comes over Franz. He becomes quieter, calmer, and more focused; Yuuno Scrya once remarked that it was as if he'd become a different person. It is only when using his rifle that Franz is silent on the battlefield, speaking only when nescessary, letting his rifle speak for him, using hand signals instead of verbal or telepathic communication to coordinate his Platoon.

Franz has little patience for arrogant, self-righteous jerks, and as such does not along will with many members of the Rim Advance Force, particularly Lt. Commander Arcasviel Emira and Master Sergeant Dirk Sanderson. His strong dislike of the self-titled "Lord of Dunamists" has lead to a MASSIVE barfight; to this day Franz is not welcome in any RAF base or bar (fortunately, he was under an alias at the time). This may have something to do with the fact that he lead Remington Smith, Colt Wesson and Larry "Pixy" Foulke in a 60-on-4 barfight which the rimjobbers lost... along with the temporary usage of their reproductive organs (Franz's preferred tactic was to slam RAF members to the ground and kick them in the balls).

Due to a traumatic event in his past, Franz's personality is split into a fusion of three elements. His hot blooded persona handles combat and living, his middle persona handles command duties and paperwork...

And his cold blooded self kills.

History:

Spoiler for Part 1: Erusia:

As a boy growing up in Farbanti, the planetary capital of Erusia, Franz yearned to be a part of something bigger of himself. He was a military otaku of the highest order, eagerly devouring any and all pieces of information about military units he admired, particularly one, aspiring to gain that title of a man among men, a warrior of duty, honor, and courage: an Erusian Marine. When the TSAB made contact with Erusia and Sotoa in MC0051, one of Franz's favorite pastimes was debating over the Internet on who would win in a war between the TSAB and the Erusian military; when the Erusians effectively declared war on the TSAB in MC0052, Franz was confident of an Erusian victory.

The War of Subjugation changed all that.

Franz was at first on the side of the Erusian Resistance, believing them to be justly resisting evil opressors... until their first suicide bomber attacks. As the War went on and he received a front seat to the tactics used by the TSAB and the Resistance, he reluctantly came to the conclusion that the TSAB forces were being more honorable, as he saw the TSAB working together with the local community and rebuilding Erusia. It was perhaps no surprise then, that in MC0057, when the TSAB formed the Gardai, the Erusian security force intended to assist the TSAB in maintaining law and order and combating the Resistance, 17-year-old Franz was one of its first recruits, with his belief in truth and justice. He would spend the next five years in the Gardai, rising through the ranks, learning both the skills of a policeman, enforcing law and order, and the skills of a soldier, trading fire with Resistance terrorists. He also formed friendships with a number of TSAB mages, who patrolled with his Gardai section, a fact surprising to those who knew him later in life.

Franz was originally a very warm and cheerful person, with a personality ill-suited to combat. This was the start of his first personality seperation, as he subconsciously created a more cold-blooded, hardened self to allow him to operate in combat; rather than actually work out his issues, distaste for and unease with killing, Franz used his cold-blooded persona as a crutch in the field, mentally compartmentalizing it and locking it away when he changed out of his uniform. His colleagues all assumed it was just him being intensely focused on the job when on patrol, paying it little heed; by MC0060 the shifting between his main persona and cold-blooded combat persona had become so flawless that Franz himself was unaware of what he was doing. This arrangement was at first beneficial to the young Sergeant, who was able to switch personas smoothly and on the fly as needed. And then one day, it backfired in his face.

Spoiler for Part 2: One Day in Farbanti:

That day in MC0061 is a day that has stayed with Franz throughout his life, for the last twenty two years. On that day, his section and their TSAB partners were patrolling a neighbourhood when the Resistance struck. Couples pushing baby strollers whipped out submachine guns and opened fire, with their partners supporting them with grenades, rifle fire... and a suicide bomber. This was a well-planned attack. Franz's section and their partners weren't really expecting trouble; by that point the Erusian Resistance had effectively surrendered, with only isolated splinter cells still continuing their struggle. It was this brief moment of complacency that doomed them; the sudden surprise attack took the Gardai/TSAB patrol by surprise, decimating them in a violent ambush that ended almost as soon as it began. Amidst the confusion and ongoing combat, Franz spotted a man and a woman attempting to flee, pushing a baby stroller before them. He aimed his carbine, sighted, and squeezed the trigger, once, twice. Two shots rang out and both figures fell to the ground; he ran to them, confirmed they were dead, took a moment of grim satisfaction in his skill at nailing two headshots, checked the baby stroller...And his world crashed down around him as his eyes registered the face of a scared baby and the child's frightened wails assailed his ears.

That day, Franz Jaeger learned that justice is an elusive, fickle concept. And he learned that the pillar that he built his life on, that of justce, and as someone fighting for justice, was just a foundation of sand.

Franz escaped punishment for the killing of innocent civillians only because he was the only survivor from his section. All of the men he lead were dead, along with their TSAB partners. Stricken by guilt and grief and regret, he picked up the baby, tried to comfort her, and vowed to raise her as his sister as pennance for killing her parents.

In the aftermath of this day, Franz became a broken man, entering a period of depression, and was placed on administrative duty for nearly a whole year. Several months after he returned to duty, to work in an organisation which he felt he no longer belonged to, he was approached by a young Erusian Colonel and given an offer to leave the Gardai and Erusia behind.

He took it.

Spoiler for Part 3: The Order:

When Erick recruited him into the Order, Franz jumped at the opportunity to make a new start and find redemption. His fear of being ostracized - or worse - led him to hide the true events of how he adopted Naomi, and for the most part he managed to keep his secret of killings her parents that: a secret. There is only one person to whom he confessed this secret to, one man whom more than anything personified everything Franz aspired to be and knew he could never achieve: Erick von Long.

When he entered the Order, only recently coming out of the dark place that he had been in, Franz was desperate to avoid returning to his depression and to the state of a cold-blooded killer. Subconsciously and consciously, he thus created a third persona, his hot blooded persona, modeled on Erick, and pretty much embraced the hot blood personality wholeheartedly as a way of driving his inner demons away; deeply scarred by his experiences, he hoped to never kill again, and since his cold blooded nature killed Naomi's parents, he intended his hot blood to act as a counter to that nature, to keep him from being a cold blooded killer.

It didn't work the way he intended.

Franz ended up being a loud, rash, hotblooded person, who would fight away with his hot blood... and was unable to kill so long as the hot blood was active. (Though he had no problems with maiming.) Since Order missiors prior to the Ariadne Incident involved a lot of assasination, Franz thus had to resort to switching between his personas in order to be able to keep his demons at bay and complete the mission - a process that, while it worked, limited his effectiveness. Regardless, he was truly happy in the Assault Platoon's Bravo Squad, serving under and being mentored by Sergeant Major Ivanovich (and also learning how to use navigation tools to compensate for his terrible sense of direction). In MC0069, Ivanovich began placing more responsibility onto him to prepare him for Officer Candidate School, Franz being noted as a potential XO and Assault Platoon Leader; he passed OCS on his first try in MC0071 and became Assault Platoon Leader, also striking up friendships with the Aces and the core officers of the Order.

As Assault Platoon Leader, Franz received a great deal of experience in hands-on command, organisational skills, paperwork management and other command skills - he had been scouted by Erick as a possible XO or even CO of the OFM. Franz, however, suceeded in being ornery, by refusing to progress beyond A+ rank and showing no desire to lead anything larger than the Assault Platoon, happy where he was.

All this changed after the Ariadne Incident.

Present:
In the aftermath of the Ariadne Incident, Franz has, essentially, "grown up". He oversaw the post-Ariadne expansion of the Assault Platoon into the Assault Company, and was responsible for pointing out Remington Smith, Colt Wesson and Yuuno Scrya as potential Order recruits. He has finally gotten off his ass and gotten promoted, and will probably make Captain sometime in late MC0083 or early MC0084. Under his leadership, the Assault Company now numbers 36 strong, 3 platoons of 12: Alpha, Bravo, Delta. Each Assault Company soldier is trained to the same standards he was held to, and still holds himself to: a 100% proof asskicking Marine. (In spirit, if not name.) He cares deeply about all his men, and yet knows that before everything ends, a helluva lot of them are going to be dead... perhaps joined by him.

Franz doesn't exactly have a death wish, but is resigned to the idea that death will come for him one day, most likely when it is least convinient. He just hopes that it won't come before he has a chance to patch up his estranged relationship with Naomi... though doing so is easier said that done for a man who's been jamming his emotions with hot blood.

At any rate, he can't afford to let himself get too distracted. He's got a job to do, and his men are relying on him. With Magnum strapped to his side, Cobra slung over his back, and his assault rifle in his hands, Franz will make damn sure that the Spawn will only get past him over his dead body.

And with that. I'm done. Night all.

*sighs* Gotta wake up in 4 hours -_-

[Kagerou]

Spoiler for MSLN Alpha Episode 3, Scene 2:

Real-space, 2500 AUs from Midchilda, in orbit around TSA Facility Golf 21

"I just got a bad feeling..." Aurion muttered to himself, rubbing a shoulder uncomfortably. "Like, a really bad feeling."

"Nervous?" Signum asked, looking up from her display and staring at the scientist across the bridge from her.
"I don't think so," Aurion answered, looking at Hayate, who also looked uncomfortable. "You alright there?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Hayate lied, shaking her head clear of thoughts. "I'm just thinking about this test."

For the past several days, ever since coming back to TSAB HQ, Hayate and the others had been hard at work on the ship known as White Tempest. The crew had been given few liberties concerning the ship, despite being total rookies at it, save Tesla. The TSAB had been surprisingly kind to the Wolkenritter, allowing them to maintain control of the ship until they could get a new crew in place. 16807 Cosine Phi and the shipboard AI also assisted the crew, which eased the workload of the mostly rookie crew.

The past few tests hadn't been difficult... well, not very difficult. A few of them were severe curveballs for the crew, including the test in which the only thing that they were doing was maneuvering the ship... through an asteroid field. Zafira had gotten quite a workout that day, but he performed well. Other than that, most of the tests were directed as the ship's capabilities rather than at the crew. As a Lost Logia of immense size, the TSAB were simultaneously studying everything they could about the vessel as they helped build up the crew as well.

Today was supposed to be the final test before the TSAB would more-or-less officially inducted the Tempest into the fleet as a testbed starship officially; unoffically, they were gearing the ship up to combat Spawn on Outer Rim worlds as an orbital bombardment platform, assisting the Order. With this in mind, the TSAB had begun the necessary paperwork and had contacted Erick, who had been enthusiastic about having another ship in his "fleet". As Spawn attacks became increasingly common, the added firepower would be quite a boost.

Moreover, due to the OFM's black nature, it'd certainly help hide the Lost Logia ship while keeping it active. A win-win situation for the TSAB.

"The test will commence in one minute," Tesla reported from her XO's seat. "...you guys ready for this?"

The test was simple; fight off ever-increasing waves of Type-3 Gadget Drones from an unmanned, derelict cargo carrier used specifically from this test, all while maintaining shield integrity over 70% as well as other restrictions for certain phases of the test.

To the crew, calling it simple was... not on their mind.

"We'll pass it," Tesla assured them. "I mean, how can we not? We have the most advanced ship in the fleet! We have the power to take on anything they throw at us!"

"It's nice to hear that you're still so enthusiastic," A voice said over the comm. The forward "windows" of the bridge changed into a view of a rather familiar admiral.

"Chrono-kun!" Hayate exclaimed. Tesla stood up ramrod straight from her seat, saluting.
"Admiral Harlown, sir!" she barked, purely out of reflex.
"At ease," Chrono laughed, giving Tesla a return salute. "I was informed by a certain reliable source that you would be commencing your final test today, so I thought I'd come by and visit. I want to see this ship in action."

"You're... in this, area?" Hayate asked.
"In about ten seconds I will be," Chrono answered.
"Yeah, I just looked at the sensor net," Aurion stated, his face staring at the area sensors. "We got a Dimensional Space distortion about 500 klicks from our position. Looks big."

"Well I thought I'd show off my toy to you," Chrono smiled. "We just finished shakedown procedures on this ship, and I've been given permission to take her to your location." The Dimensional Gate opened, allowing a massive starship out into real space. "This is my baby, the Hand of Durandal, the first super carrier of the Durandal-class."

Spoiler:

"That's... huge." Hayate remarked as an inlay window showed the ship in full view. Tesla smirked.
"Yeah, they've been developing that one for about fifteen years," she told Hayate. "That's gonna be the pride of the TSAB Navy for the next half-century, the Hand of Durandal. I always found it funny that it seems to be named after Chrono's Device."

"Alright now," Chrono said, looking at another screen. "Enough talk; looks like the test is ready to go! I'll be watching, so do your best, okay?"

"Right," Hayate nodded at Chrono, who cut the communication. She then took a deep breath and sank into her seat. "Sure, do a complex test while someone who won't cease to tease you about it if you fail watches from a giant starship. No pressure. Okay, everyone ready?"

"Weapons and Fire Control are go," Signum said.
"Navigation is ready," Tesla remarked.
"Helm is go," Zafira reported.
"Sensors are up and running," Aurion stated.

"Yosh." Hayate said to herself. "Let's do it!"

"Commencing test," The ship's AI said. "Target has launched two Inteceptors. Engage with Plasma Torpedoes."

The Plasma Torpedo was an interesting aspect of the ship. They were extremely dense packets of energy that were controlled by the ship to home in on the target. Due to the ship's nature, this meant that the Shipmaster - in this case, Hayate - would be in full control of the Torpedoes, though she would need AI assistance for the finer points of control. In short, it was similar to how a Device aided its wielder. If the wielder sat in the Device. These energy weapons were extremely powerful, and the Tempest came equipped with five launchers.

"We'll take them out before they get in range," Hayate said. "Signum, launch two torpedoes and grant me control."
"Ryoukai," Signum answered, activating two switches on her panel. The two forward torpedo launchers glowed a bright blue briefly before firing, sending two bolts of plasma toward the drones. The link between the torpedoes and the ship was processed through to Hayate's Device, embedded in her chair, and then to her. Using mental thought, she guided the torpedoes straight at the drones, which easily penetrated their meager shields and armor and obliterated them in a flash of blue energy.

"Stage Two. Target has launched four Interceptors. Engage with Pulse Lasers only."

Pulse lasers were similar to the standard beam cannons mounted on most TSAB warships, but were much more efficient and multi-functional. By using staggering streams of energy (pulses) at the target, the ship could rapidly fire the cannon for up to 5 seconds before the cannon had to recycle. This reduced range but increased efficiency and firing speed. The Pulse Lasers could function as both CIWS weapons and as primary attack weapons, and with 25 of them mounted onto the ship, it could perform both roles simultaneously.

"Targets locked," Signum reported. "Mistress?"
"Fire at will," Hayate replied, licking her lips. Signum nodded, flipping four switches on her panel. The cooresponding turrets swiveled on their axis to face the drones, briefly flashed blue, and opened fire with their streams of energy. The powerful beams cut through the drones as if they weren't there. Signum cut off the pulses to quicken their recycle rate.

"Stage Three. Target has launched sixteen Interceptors. Engage at will, but shields must remain over ninety percent."

Although in a normal combat scenario, the shields would be a lot tougher and have an active recharge rate, in this exercise the shields were "weakened"; this meant that every hit by a combat drone's targeting laser would remove one percent off of the ship's shielding.

"Easy enough," Tesla told Hayate. "We can't outrange them, but we have more cannons then they do interceptors." Hayate nodded understanding. "I think we can broadside them."

"Wouldn't that leave us... exposed?" Hayate asked. Tesla shook her head.
"Not if you do it right," she explained. "The key is to maneuver the ship to where you don't need to slow and turn, but you're already passing by. Flanking in a sense. You understand."

Hayate nodded again. "Zafira," she said. "Ahead half. Lower the ship's nose twenty degrees."

"Ryoukai!" Zafira shouted, pushing up the throttle on the ship while pushing the flight stick downward. The ship began to move forward, almost gliding in space as it lowered its heading to move under the drones.

"Signum, two torpedoes, launch!" Hayate said to the flame knight. Nodding, Signum tapped the appropriate keys on the FCS, launching two plasma torpedoes into the void of space. Taking control of them, Hayate maneuvered the torpedoes toward the drones, weaving them between several of the Type-3s before subconsciously clenching her fist as she prematurely detonated the torpedoes. The explosions wiped out roughly half the drones, causing the rest to scatter. "Zafira!" She shouted. "Bank to the right! Signum, use portside lasers to finish them off!"

"Ryoukai!" Both Wolkenritter shouted at once. Zafira pulled the stick to the right, throwing the ship into a tight roll as it faced its left side at the drones above. The surviving Gadgets began to fire beam weapons down on the ship, lighting up the void with red beams of light. Signum retaliated, rapidly targeting the drones and lighting them up with pulse lasers, shredding them to pieces with pure energy.

"Shields ninety-five percent. Stage Four. Target has launched fifty Interceptors. Engage at will. Shields must remain above seventy percent."

"We got this," Tesla encouraged Hayate.
"They're in a spread pattern, utilizing their range for maximum coverage. Don't get in the middle of 'em." Aurion told her from his panel. "Smart little bastards..."

"Zafira, orbiting pattern!" Hayate ordered. "Signum, the remaining three torpedoes, fire!" Signum nodded, firing the remaining torpedoes. Hayate twisted the torpedoes around, planning to use the same tactic as before. As the torpedoes came down on the Gadgets, she detonated them, reducing twelve of them to ashes. "Alright, fire in a staggered pattern!" Hayate said to Signum. "Don't let up the fire! Zafira, pull up and shoot right behind them!"

The White Tempest leveled out and nosed upward hard as pulse lasers began to fire from it rapidly, waiting until one finished firing before the next and ensuring that at least two beams were firing at all times. Red beams of energy shot from the Gadget drones as they dispersed, many of them missing but a nearly equal amount slamming into the ship's shielding. On the bridge, Signum kept tapping keys and changing targets as another would go down, watching as little red dots that signified the enemies began to zip around.

A drone shot along the length of the cruiser, firing off a steady stream of energy before a pulse laser swiveled to shoot it and the drone behind it. Ruins of gadget drones bounced harmlessly off of the ship's shields as Signum kept the turrets moving and firing, acquiring sensor updates from Aurion as she kept up the fire. Zafira continued moving the ship around as per Hayate's orders, never sitting in one place for longer than a second and never exposing more of the ship than what was needed.

As the last Gadget fell, the AI spoke up. "Final Stage. Destroy all remaining Interceptors and the primary target. Do not lose shields."

Hayate took a deep breath as Zafira brought the ship around and out of range of the Gadget drones... the swarm of Gadget drones.

"How many are there?" Hayate asked Aurion.
"You don't really wanna know." Aurion said to the girl, sighing. "I have 201 contacts."
"Damn," Tesla muttered. "Well... standoff tactics. Fire torpedoes to cull the ranks, finish them off with lasers."

"Not gonna work," Aurion replied. "Gadget drones are sending squadrons of thirty after us. PDS can only handle 25 at a time."

"We'll make it work," Hayate said to herself. "Signum, fire all five torpedoes, now! Target is the carrier!"

"Ryoukai!" Signum shouted, launching alll five torpedoes. The blue-white plasma curved after launch, shooting toward the ship from five angles. Hayate only imposed limited control, dodging Gadget drones and debris as the plasma torps converged on the carrier on five separate points, briefly causing its hull to burn white-hot before detonating, sending shrapnel and parts of Gadgets too close to the explosion throughout the void. "PDS Active!"

"Zafira, evasive maneuvers!" Hayate ordered. Zafira complied instantly, punching the throttle to full and nosing downward, flying under the Gadgets and letting the topside PDS take care of the pursuers. Zafira jerked the stick hard and right, forcing the ship to snap-roll to the right, going into a loose turn. Laser crossed the path ahead of the Tempest while the pulse cannons of the ship continued firing on the steadily growing pursuit force. Zafira rolled to the left and pulled back on the stick, heading into a tight left turn before leveling out and nosing up as hard as he could force the ship, forcing the cruiser on its back before rolling it upright in a massive version of an Immelman turn.

The Gadgets continued to give chase, weaving in and out of the beam fire when they could and retailiating with attacks of their own. Red beams of energy splashed off of the Tempest's shields, their points of impact sending "waves" of the plastic sheath of energy that covered the ship. As the numbers slowly dwindled, the Gadgets began to take more drastic measures, their AI getting increasingly evasive while they fired, and as the ship's shielding dropped below 20%, Hayate began to get desperate.

"How many left?" She asked Aurion.
"Fifty contacts," was her answer. "Looking bad here!"

"We got this," Tesla said again. "We have to win this!"
"I know that..." Hayate remarked. "Signum, fire two torpedoes behind us."

"Ryoukai!" Signum did as ordered, firing two of the launchers aft. Hayate immediately took control, mentally guiding the torpedoes to spread out and detonate, destroying several Gadgets and knocking others off course.

"Three more, fire!"

As soon as the torpedoes left their launchers, Hayate spread them out in a triangular pattern and forced them to detonate. The explosions furthered knocked out some Gadgets and sent others reeling. "Signum, fire all pulse lasers!" Hayate ordered. A brief blue glow emitted from the ship as the lasers charged, firing their pulse beams at the regrouping Gadgets. Lasers sliced apart and destroyed the scattered drones, leaving all but a few left to reorganize themselves.

"Contacts... seven!" Aurion announced. "Good thinking, Hayate!"
"Thanks, Oji-chan," Hayate teased as Signum let the lasers recycle. "Signum, let's finish them off!"

"Ryoukai," Signum nodded. "Lasers recharged. Firing!"

Seven lances of energy shot from the Tempest, blasting apart the remaining Gadget drones.

A silence filled the bridge.

"This is Harlown," Chrono said from his ship. "Looks like you passed the final exam."

A sigh of relief escaped everyone on board the bridge. Hayate and Tesla slumped in their seats with a smile, looking at each other and laughing. "Congradulations, everyone. Rest up and report at Golf 21, then get ready for a jump to HQ. You're assignment will be handed to you there."

-0-

"Yes, sir!" Hayate barked with a laugh.

Chrono grinned and closed the channel. "I told you they would pass," he said to the woman standing behind him. Damn TSA Spooks...

"I suppose," said the woman, clad in a dark green cloak with a hood that hid her face. "I will have to report her success to my higher-ups... make sure they are assigned to anti-Spawn Unit Number 28 immediately."

"Yes, ma'am..." Chrono said. Yare, yare...

^^; finally done with this damn scene.

[Kha]

Originally Posted by Wild Goose

God, it's done. My longest profile ever. Alpha Franz bio is one step closer to completion: history is done, next is relationships, then lastly skills & abilities. Comments welcome.

Be warned: some Alpha spoilers (not really that many) and explicit spelling out of bad things in the past. This is a spoiler for why Naomi currently hates him.

Spoiler for Alpha Profile: Franz Jaeger, Assault Compamy Commander of the Order:

Name: Franz Jaeger
Date of Birth: February 17th, MC 40
Age: 43
Callsign: Alpha 1-1 (Pronounced "Alpha One-One")
Ace Name: N/A
Gender: Male
Origin: Farbanti, capital city of Erusia
Affiliation: Order of Freelance Mages, Time-Space Administration Bureau
Position: Alpha Platoon Leader, Assault Company Commander
Rank: O-2 (1st Lieutenant)

Mage Class: Knight
Magic Rank: A+
Magic System: Neo-Belka
Magic Color: Yellow
Magic Affinity: Lightning
Magic Style: Neo-Belkan melee & ranged combat (which unarmed combat skills mixed in)
Magic Device: Armed Device Cobra (Sword & Rifle modes); Cartridge Device Magnum (Pistol-shaped Storage Device)

Conventional Style: Special Forces, Light Infantry, Close Quaters Battle
Conventional Weapons (As Assault Company Commander and an OFM veteran, Franz is highly skilled in the use of conventional weapons. The following weapons are his preferred weapons):
- MA5C Assault rifle, chambered for 7.62x51mm, with optional flashlight, laser designator, underslung 40mm grenade launcher, or shotgun attachment (Franz is the Order's best shot with the MA5C, and typically deploys with the flashlight attachment or laser designator).
- M6G Pistol, chambered for 12.7x40mm, loaded with Semi Armor-Piercing High Explosive rounds or hollowpoint rounds.
- M7 SMG, chambered for 5.23mm caseless
- Combat knives of varying sizes and types. His primary blade is the 14-inch combat blade, of the same style as those carried by Erusian ODST Marines.

Spoiler for Franz's themes:

Beowulf Divine Wars Version

moabi - Beowulf Piano Version

AAA - BLOOD on FIRE

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150 lbs
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black, graying
Hair Style: Short, combed back. Essentially a crewcut that's juuuuust a little too long.
Facial Features: Caucasian skintone, lightly tanned. Fairly ordinary-ish looking person. Always wears dark tinted sunglasses.
Clothes: For PT/training, Franz wears woodland camo OFM BDU pants, black boots, and a gray t-shirt; for official functions and Mondays, TSAB Dress Blues, and prefers light colored shirts and black pants when off-duty. On base during weekdays, he wears OFM woodland camo BDUs.

Profile:
The commander of the OFM's Assault Company, doubling as Alpha Platoon leader, Franz Jaeger is one of the most-experienced mages of the Order, having been a recruit since the Order's founding days in MC0062. While he isn't a master mage, and has yet to complete his training as a knight (after 19 years, this is STILL one of the biggest jokes in the Order), Franz balances out his lack of official skill and average magical power with 21 years of combat experience in the Order (in addition to his five years in the Gardai prior to joining the Order, hunting down Erusian terrorists and engaging in street fighting and Close Quarters Battle). The fact that he's the best shot in the Order with the MA5C assault rifle doesn't hurt either.

One of the pillars of the Order, and an inspirational leader to his men - particularly Alpha Platoon - Franz in many ways personifies the "genius of hard work" archetype. While he isn't really a genius by any stretch of the word, he's got hard-earned skills and experience, is a quick thinker, and more than capable of holding his own in a fight...it's just that almost everyone is much, much more powerful than him. (And even B-ranked Master Chief John-117 can defeat him easily. On the other hand, Master Chief has many more levels of badass over Franz.)

A little-known secret about Franz is that one of the key reasons the MA5C is his favorite weapon is because it has a built-in compass: Franz's natural sense of direction is beyond atrocious. After 26 years of service in the Gardai and Order, he's become very good at using navigational tools to compensate for his terrible sense of direction, though expect a movement order generated by him to have at least 20 waypoints. When his navigational tools are gone... well, it's a different story. It's one of the reasons why he likes close-range combat.

Personality:
--Alignment: Neutral Good.
Franz is principled, mostly honest, though his morality is sufficiently elastic to allow him to abide by the letter of the law while violating the spirit. Recently he has shown a more harsher stance towards traitors and cancerous elements in the TSAB, and his long-held dislike of the TSAB Ground Forces is becoming more pronounced, especially after a paper he wrote on joint task force operations was savaged by Ground Forces officers.

Formerly, Franz's personality could be described as "Hot Blood." To describe him as such now is not incorrect, but misses a number of nuances to his persona. In the eight years since the Jail Scaglietti incident, and 6 years after the Ariadne Incident was covered up, Franz has become a quieter, more serious person. He still has his hot blood, but he's now just as likely to be as serious as Glen as he is to make hot blooded speeches. In many of his interactions outside Alpha Platoon, Franz is now a much quieter person. Off the battlefield, Franz now comes across as a thoughtful, competant, dedicated individual... until he slips into his hotblood, anyway. Even then though, his hot blooded comments are just as likely to be delivered calmly ("Who do you think I am?") as opposed to his normal...enthusiam ("WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?!"). He's starting to learn how to be quietly enthusiastic, much to Glen's relief.

On the battlefield, with Cobra in his right hand and Magnum in his left, Franz resembles his younger self, a hot blooded warrior fighting the power, piercing heaven with the spirit of true men and a heart filled with blazing magma (and a giant drill). With his Devices and his magic, he will carve a hotblooded path through the enemy and the Spawn, shouting hot blooded slogans at the top of his lungs. Well, until he inevitably breaks off to dodge a full on beamspam barrage.

With his beloved MA5C in his hands, however, it's as if a change comes over Franz. He becomes quieter, calmer, and more focused; Yuuno Scrya once remarked that it was as if he'd become a different person. It is only when using his rifle that Franz is silent on the battlefield, speaking only when nescessary, letting his rifle speak for him, using hand signals instead of verbal or telepathic communication to coordinate his Platoon.

Franz has little patience for arrogant, self-righteous jerks, and as such does not along will with many members of the Rim Advance Force, particularly Lt. Commander Arcasviel Emira and Master Sergeant Dirk Sanderson. His strong dislike of the self-titled "Lord of Dunamists" has lead to a MASSIVE barfight; to this day Franz is not welcome in any RAF base or bar (fortunately, he was under an alias at the time). This may have something to do with the fact that he lead Remington Smith, Colt Wesson and Larry "Pixy" Foulke in a 60-on-4 barfight which the rimjobbers lost... along with the temporary usage of their reproductive organs (Franz's preferred tactic was to slam RAF members to the ground and kick them in the balls).

Due to a traumatic event in his past, Franz's personality is split into a fusion of three elements. His hot blooded persona handles combat and living, his middle persona handles command duties and paperwork...

And his cold blooded self kills.

History:

Spoiler for Part 1: Erusia:

As a boy growing up in Farbanti, the planetary capital of Erusia, Franz yearned to be a part of something bigger of himself. He was a military otaku of the highest order, eagerly devouring any and all pieces of information about military units he admired, particularly one, aspiring to gain that title of a man among men, a warrior of duty, honor, and courage: an Erusian Marine. When the TSAB made contact with Erusia and Sotoa in MC0051, one of Franz's favorite pastimes was debating over the Internet on who would win in a war between the TSAB and the Erusian military; when the Erusians effectively declared war on the TSAB in MC0052, Franz was confident of an Erusian victory.

The War of Subjugation changed all that.

Franz was at first on the side of the Erusian Resistance, believing them to be justly resisting evil opressors... until their first suicide bomber attacks. As the War went on and he received a front seat to the tactics used by the TSAB and the Resistance, he reluctantly came to the conclusion that the TSAB forces were being more honorable, as he saw the TSAB working together with the local community and rebuilding Erusia. It was perhaps no surprise then, that in MC0057, when the TSAB formed the Gardai, the Erusian security force intended to assist the TSAB in maintaining law and order and combating the Resistance, 17-year-old Franz was one of its first recruits, with his belief in truth and justice. He would spend the next five years in the Gardai, rising through the ranks, learning both the skills of a policeman, enforcing law and order, and the skills of a soldier, trading fire with Resistance terrorists. He also formed friendships with a number of TSAB mages, who patrolled with his Gardai section, a fact surprising to those who knew him later in life.

Franz was originally a very warm and cheerful person, with a personality ill-suited to combat. This was the start of his first personality seperation, as he subconsciously created a more cold-blooded, hardened self to allow him to operate in combat; rather than actually work out his issues, distaste for and unease with killing, Franz used his cold-blooded persona as a crutch in the field, mentally compartmentalizing it and locking it away when he changed out of his uniform. His colleagues all assumed it was just him being intensely focused on the job when on patrol, paying it little heed; by MC0060 the shifting between his main persona and cold-blooded combat persona had become so flawless that Franz himself was unaware of what he was doing. This arrangement was at first beneficial to the young Sergeant, who was able to switch personas smoothly and on the fly as needed. And then one day, it backfired in his face.

Spoiler for Part 2: One Day in Farbanti:

That day in MC0061 is a day that has stayed with Franz throughout his life, for the last twenty two years. On that day, his section and their TSAB partners were patrolling a neighbourhood when the Resistance struck. Couples pushing baby strollers whipped out submachine guns and opened fire, with their partners supporting them with grenades, rifle fire... and a suicide bomber. This was a well-planned attack. Franz's section and their partners weren't really expecting trouble; by that point the Erusian Resistance had effectively surrendered, with only isolated splinter cells still continuing their struggle. It was this brief moment of complacency that doomed them; the sudden surprise attack took the Gardai/TSAB patrol by surprise, decimating them in a violent ambush that ended almost as soon as it began. Amidst the confusion and ongoing combat, Franz spotted a man and a woman attempting to flee, pushing a baby stroller before them. He aimed his carbine, sighted, and squeezed the trigger, once, twice. Two shots rang out and both figures fell to the ground; he ran to them, confirmed they were dead, took a moment of grim satisfaction in his skill at nailing two headshots, checked the baby stroller...And his world crashed down around him as his eyes registered the face of a scared baby and the child's frightened wails assailed his ears.

That day, Franz Jaeger learned that justice is an elusive, fickle concept. And he learned that the pillar that he built his life on, that of justce, and as someone fighting for justice, was just a foundation of sand.

Franz escaped punishment for the killing of innocent civillians only because he was the only survivor from his section. All of the men he lead were dead, along with their TSAB partners. Stricken by guilt and grief and regret, he picked up the baby, tried to comfort her, and vowed to raise her as his sister as pennance for killing her parents.

In the aftermath of this day, Franz became a broken man, entering a period of depression, and was placed on administrative duty for nearly a whole year. Several months after he returned to duty, to work in an organisation which he felt he no longer belonged to, he was approached by a young Erusian Colonel and given an offer to leave the Gardai and Erusia behind.

He took it.

Spoiler for Part 3: The Order:

When Erick recruited him into the Order, Franz jumped at the opportunity to make a new start and find redemption. His fear of being ostracized - or worse - led him to hide the true events of how he adopted Naomi, and for the most part he managed to keep his secret of killings her parents that: a secret. There is only one person to whom he confessed this secret to, one man whom more than anything personified everything Franz aspired to be and knew he could never achieve: Erick von Long.

When he entered the Order, only recently coming out of the dark place that he had been in, Franz was desperate to avoid returning to his depression and to the state of a cold-blooded killer. Subconsciously and consciously, he thus created a third persona, his hot blooded persona, modeled on Erick, and pretty much embraced the hot blood personality wholeheartedly as a way of driving his inner demons away; deeply scarred by his experiences, he hoped to never kill again, and since his cold blooded nature killed Naomi's parents, he intended his hot blood to act as a counter to that nature, to keep him from being a cold blooded killer.

It didn't work the way he intended.

Franz ended up being a loud, rash, hotblooded person, who would fight away with his hot blood... and was unable to kill so long as the hot blood was active. (Though he had no problems with maiming.) Since Order missiors prior to the Ariadne Incident involved a lot of assasination, Franz thus had to resort to switching between his personas in order to be able to keep his demons at bay and complete the mission - a process that, while it worked, limited his effectiveness. Regardless, he was truly happy in the Assault Platoon's Bravo Squad, serving under and being mentored by Sergeant Major Ivanovich (and also learning how to use navigation tools to compensate for his terrible sense of direction). In MC0069, Ivanovich began placing more responsibility onto him to prepare him for Officer Candidate School, Franz being noted as a potential XO and Assault Platoon Leader; he passed OCS on his first try in MC0071 and became Assault Platoon Leader, also striking up friendships with the Aces and the core officers of the Order.

As Assault Platoon Leader, Franz received a great deal of experience in hands-on command, organisational skills, paperwork management and other command skills - he had been scouted by Erick as a possible XO or even CO of the OFM. Franz, however, suceeded in being ornery, by refusing to progress beyond A+ rank and showing no desire to lead anything larger than the Assault Platoon, happy where he was.

All this changed after the Ariadne Incident.

Present:
In the aftermath of the Ariadne Incident, Franz has, essentially, "grown up". He oversaw the post-Ariadne expansion of the Assault Platoon into the Assault Company, and was responsible for pointing out Remington Smith, Colt Wesson and Yuuno Scrya as potential Order recruits. He has finally gotten off his ass and gotten promoted, and will probably make Captain sometime in late MC0083 or early MC0084. Under his leadership, the Assault Company now numbers 36 strong, 3 platoons of 12: Alpha, Bravo, Delta. Each Assault Company soldier is trained to the same standards he was held to, and still holds himself to: a 100% proof asskicking Marine. (In spirit, if not name.) He cares deeply about all his men, and yet knows that before everything ends, a helluva lot of them are going to be dead... perhaps joined by him.

Franz doesn't exactly have a death wish, but is resigned to the idea that death will come for him one day, most likely when it is least convinient. He just hopes that it won't come before he has a chance to patch up his estranged relationship with Naomi... though doing so is easier said that done for a man who's been jamming his emotions with hot blood.

At any rate, he can't afford to let himself get too distracted. He's got a job to do, and his men are relying on him. With Magnum strapped to his side, Cobra slung over his back, and his assault rifle in his hands, Franz will make damn sure that the Spawn will only get past him over his dead body.

And with that. I'm done. Night all.

*sighs* Gotta wake up in 4 hours -_-

Now Franz looks like a character that you'd build. Awesomeness abound.

Originally Posted by Kagerou

Spoiler for MSLN Alpha Episode 3, Scene 2:

Real-space, 2500 AUs from Midchilda, in orbit around TSA Facility Golf 21

"I just got a bad feeling..." Aurion muttered to himself, rubbing a shoulder uncomfortably. "Like, a really bad feeling."

"Nervous?" Signum asked, looking up from her display and staring at the scientist across the bridge from her.
"I don't think so," Aurion answered, looking at Hayate, who also looked uncomfortable. "You alright there?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Hayate lied, shaking her head clear of thoughts. "I'm just thinking about this test."

For the past several days, ever since coming back to TSAB HQ, Hayate and the others had been hard at work on the ship known as White Tempest. The crew had been given few liberties concerning the ship, despite being total rookies at it, save Tesla. The TSAB had been surprisingly kind to the Wolkenritter, allowing them to maintain control of the ship until they could get a new crew in place. 16807 Cosine Phi and the shipboard AI also assisted the crew, which eased the workload of the mostly rookie crew.

The past few tests hadn't been difficult... well, not very difficult. A few of them were severe curveballs for the crew, including the test in which the only thing that they were doing was maneuvering the ship... through an asteroid field. Zafira had gotten quite a workout that day, but he performed well. Other than that, most of the tests were directed as the ship's capabilities rather than at the crew. As a Lost Logia of immense size, the TSAB were simultaneously studying everything they could about the vessel as they helped build up the crew as well.

Today was supposed to be the final test before the TSAB would more-or-less officially inducted the Tempest into the fleet as a testbed starship officially; unoffically, they were gearing the ship up to combat Spawn on Outer Rim worlds as an orbital bombardment platform, assisting the Order. With this in mind, the TSAB had begun the necessary paperwork and had contacted Erick, who had been enthusiastic about having another ship in his "fleet". As Spawn attacks became increasingly common, the added firepower would be quite a boost.

Moreover, due to the OFM's black nature, it'd certainly help hide the Lost Logia ship while keeping it active. A win-win situation for the TSAB.

"The test will commence in one minute," Tesla reported from her XO's seat. "...you guys ready for this?"

The test was simple; fight off ever-increasing waves of Type-3 Gadget Drones from an unmanned, derelict cargo carrier used specifically from this test, all while maintaining shield integrity over 70% as well as other restrictions for certain phases of the test.

To the crew, calling it simple was... not on their mind.

"We'll pass it," Tesla assured them. "I mean, how can we not? We have the most advanced ship in the fleet! We have the power to take on anything they throw at us!"

"It's nice to hear that you're still so enthusiastic," A voice said over the comm. The forward "windows" of the bridge changed into a view of a rather familiar admiral.

"Chrono-kun!" Hayate exclaimed. Tesla stood up ramrod straight from her seat, saluting.
"Admiral Harlown, sir!" she barked, purely out of reflex.
"At ease," Chrono laughed, giving Tesla a return salute. "I was informed by a certain reliable source that you would be commencing your final test today, so I thought I'd come by and visit. I want to see this ship in action."

"You're... in this, area?" Hayate asked.
"In about ten seconds I will be," Chrono answered.
"Yeah, I just looked at the sensor net," Aurion stated, his face staring at the area sensors. "We got a Dimensional Space distortion about 500 klicks from our position. Looks big."

"Well I thought I'd show off my toy to you," Chrono smiled. "We just finished shakedown procedures on this ship, and I've been given permission to take her to your location." The Dimensional Gate opened, allowing a massive starship out into real space. "This is my baby, the Hand of Durandal, the first super carrier of the Durandal-class."

Spoiler:

"That's... huge." Hayate remarked as an inlay window showed the ship in full view. Tesla smirked.
"Yeah, they've been developing that one for about fifteen years," she told Hayate. "That's gonna be the pride of the TSAB Navy for the next half-century, the Hand of Durandal. I always found it funny that it seems to be named after Chrono's Device."

"Alright now," Chrono said, looking at another screen. "Enough talk; looks like the test is ready to go! I'll be watching, so do your best, okay?"

"Right," Hayate nodded at Chrono, who cut the communication. She then took a deep breath and sank into her seat. "Sure, do a complex test while someone who won't cease to tease you about it if you fail watches from a giant starship. No pressure. Okay, everyone ready?"

"Weapons and Fire Control are go," Signum said.
"Navigation is ready," Tesla remarked.
"Helm is go," Zafira reported.
"Sensors are up and running," Aurion stated.

"Yosh." Hayate said to herself. "Let's do it!"

"Commencing test," The ship's AI said. "Target has launched two Inteceptors. Engage with Plasma Torpedoes."

The Plasma Torpedo was an interesting aspect of the ship. They were extremely dense packets of energy that were controlled by the ship to home in on the target. Due to the ship's nature, this meant that the Shipmaster - in this case, Hayate - would be in full control of the Torpedoes, though she would need AI assistance for the finer points of control. In short, it was similar to how a Device aided its wielder. If the wielder sat in the Device. These energy weapons were extremely powerful, and the Tempest came equipped with five launchers.

"We'll take them out before they get in range," Hayate said. "Signum, launch two torpedoes and grant me control."
"Ryoukai," Signum answered, activating two switches on her panel. The two forward torpedo launchers glowed a bright blue briefly before firing, sending two bolts of plasma toward the drones. The link between the torpedoes and the ship was processed through to Hayate's Device, embedded in her chair, and then to her. Using mental thought, she guided the torpedoes straight at the drones, which easily penetrated their meager shields and armor and obliterated them in a flash of blue energy.

"Stage Two. Target has launched four Interceptors. Engage with Pulse Lasers only."

Pulse lasers were similar to the standard beam cannons mounted on most TSAB warships, but were much more efficient and multi-functional. By using staggering streams of energy (pulses) at the target, the ship could rapidly fire the cannon for up to 5 seconds before the cannon had to recycle. This reduced range but increased efficiency and firing speed. The Pulse Lasers could function as both CIWS weapons and as primary attack weapons, and with 25 of them mounted onto the ship, it could perform both roles simultaneously.

"Targets locked," Signum reported. "Mistress?"
"Fire at will," Hayate replied, licking her lips. Signum nodded, flipping four switches on her panel. The cooresponding turrets swiveled on their axis to face the drones, briefly flashed blue, and opened fire with their streams of energy. The powerful beams cut through the drones as if they weren't there. Signum cut off the pulses to quicken their recycle rate.

"Stage Three. Target has launched sixteen Interceptors. Engage at will, but shields must remain over ninety percent."

Although in a normal combat scenario, the shields would be a lot tougher and have an active recharge rate, in this exercise the shields were "weakened"; this meant that every hit by a combat drone's targeting laser would remove one percent off of the ship's shielding.

"Easy enough," Tesla told Hayate. "We can't outrange them, but we have more cannons then they do interceptors." Hayate nodded understanding. "I think we can broadside them."

"Wouldn't that leave us... exposed?" Hayate asked. Tesla shook her head.
"Not if you do it right," she explained. "The key is to maneuver the ship to where you don't need to slow and turn, but you're already passing by. Flanking in a sense. You understand."

Hayate nodded again. "Zafira," she said. "Ahead half. Lower the ship's nose twenty degrees."

"Ryoukai!" Zafira shouted, pushing up the throttle on the ship while pushing the flight stick downward. The ship began to move forward, almost gliding in space as it lowered its heading to move under the drones.

"Signum, two torpedoes, launch!" Hayate said to the flame knight. Nodding, Signum tapped the appropriate keys on the FCS, launching two plasma torpedoes into the void of space. Taking control of them, Hayate maneuvered the torpedoes toward the drones, weaving them between several of the Type-3s before subconsciously clenching her fist as she prematurely detonated the torpedoes. The explosions wiped out roughly half the drones, causing the rest to scatter. "Zafira!" She shouted. "Bank to the right! Signum, use portside lasers to finish them off!"

"Ryoukai!" Both Wolkenritter shouted at once. Zafira pulled the stick to the right, throwing the ship into a tight roll as it faced its left side at the drones above. The surviving Gadgets began to fire beam weapons down on the ship, lighting up the void with red beams of light. Signum retaliated, rapidly targeting the drones and lighting them up with pulse lasers, shredding them to pieces with pure energy.

"Shields ninety-five percent. Stage Four. Target has launched fifty Interceptors. Engage at will. Shields must remain above seventy percent."

"We got this," Tesla encouraged Hayate.
"They're in a spread pattern, utilizing their range for maximum coverage. Don't get in the middle of 'em." Aurion told her from his panel. "Smart little bastards..."

"Zafira, orbiting pattern!" Hayate ordered. "Signum, the remaining three torpedoes, fire!" Signum nodded, firing the remaining torpedoes. Hayate twisted the torpedoes around, planning to use the same tactic as before. As the torpedoes came down on the Gadgets, she detonated them, reducing twelve of them to ashes. "Alright, fire in a staggered pattern!" Hayate said to Signum. "Don't let up the fire! Zafira, pull up and shoot right behind them!"

The White Tempest leveled out and nosed upward hard as pulse lasers began to fire from it rapidly, waiting until one finished firing before the next and ensuring that at least two beams were firing at all times. Red beams of energy shot from the Gadget drones as they dispersed, many of them missing but a nearly equal amount slamming into the ship's shielding. On the bridge, Signum kept tapping keys and changing targets as another would go down, watching as little red dots that signified the enemies began to zip around.

A drone shot along the length of the cruiser, firing off a steady stream of energy before a pulse laser swiveled to shoot it and the drone behind it. Ruins of gadget drones bounced harmlessly off of the ship's shields as Signum kept the turrets moving and firing, acquiring sensor updates from Aurion as she kept up the fire. Zafira continued moving the ship around as per Hayate's orders, never sitting in one place for longer than a second and never exposing more of the ship than what was needed.

As the last Gadget fell, the AI spoke up. "Final Stage. Destroy all remaining Interceptors and the primary target. Do not lose shields."

Hayate took a deep breath as Zafira brought the ship around and out of range of the Gadget drones... the swarm of Gadget drones.

"How many are there?" Hayate asked Aurion.
"You don't really wanna know." Aurion said to the girl, sighing. "I have 201 contacts."
"Damn," Tesla muttered. "Well... standoff tactics. Fire torpedoes to cull the ranks, finish them off with lasers."

"Not gonna work," Aurion replied. "Gadget drones are sending squadrons of thirty after us. PDS can only handle 25 at a time."

"We'll make it work," Hayate said to herself. "Signum, fire all five torpedoes, now! Target is the carrier!"

"Ryoukai!" Signum shouted, launching alll five torpedoes. The blue-white plasma curved after launch, shooting toward the ship from five angles. Hayate only imposed limited control, dodging Gadget drones and debris as the plasma torps converged on the carrier on five separate points, briefly causing its hull to burn white-hot before detonating, sending shrapnel and parts of Gadgets too close to the explosion throughout the void. "PDS Active!"

"Zafira, evasive maneuvers!" Hayate ordered. Zafira complied instantly, punching the throttle to full and nosing downward, flying under the Gadgets and letting the topside PDS take care of the pursuers. Zafira jerked the stick hard and right, forcing the ship to snap-roll to the right, going into a loose turn. Laser crossed the path ahead of the Tempest while the pulse cannons of the ship continued firing on the steadily growing pursuit force. Zafira rolled to the left and pulled back on the stick, heading into a tight left turn before leveling out and nosing up as hard as he could force the ship, forcing the cruiser on its back before rolling it upright in a massive version of an Immelman turn.

The Gadgets continued to give chase, weaving in and out of the beam fire when they could and retailiating with attacks of their own. Red beams of energy splashed off of the Tempest's shields, their points of impact sending "waves" of the plastic sheath of energy that covered the ship. As the numbers slowly dwindled, the Gadgets began to take more drastic measures, their AI getting increasingly evasive while they fired, and as the ship's shielding dropped below 20%, Hayate began to get desperate.

"How many left?" She asked Aurion.
"Fifty contacts," was her answer. "Looking bad here!"

"We got this," Tesla said again. "We have to win this!"
"I know that..." Hayate remarked. "Signum, fire two torpedoes behind us."

"Ryoukai!" Signum did as ordered, firing two of the launchers aft. Hayate immediately took control, mentally guiding the torpedoes to spread out and detonate, destroying several Gadgets and knocking others off course.

"Three more, fire!"

As soon as the torpedoes left their launchers, Hayate spread them out in a triangular pattern and forced them to detonate. The explosions furthered knocked out some Gadgets and sent others reeling. "Signum, fire all pulse lasers!" Hayate ordered. A brief blue glow emitted from the ship as the lasers charged, firing their pulse beams at the regrouping Gadgets. Lasers sliced apart and destroyed the scattered drones, leaving all but a few left to reorganize themselves.

"Contacts... seven!" Aurion announced. "Good thinking, Hayate!"
"Thanks, Oji-chan," Hayate teased as Signum let the lasers recycle. "Signum, let's finish them off!"

"Ryoukai," Signum nodded. "Lasers recharged. Firing!"

Seven lances of energy shot from the Tempest, blasting apart the remaining Gadget drones.

A silence filled the bridge.

"This is Harlown," Chrono said from his ship. "Looks like you passed the final exam."

A sigh of relief escaped everyone on board the bridge. Hayate and Tesla slumped in their seats with a smile, looking at each other and laughing. "Congradulations, everyone. Rest up and report at Golf 21, then get ready for a jump to HQ. You're assignment will be handed to you there."

-0-

"Yes, sir!" Hayate barked with a laugh.

Chrono grinned and closed the channel. "I told you they would pass," he said to the woman standing behind him. Damn TSA Spooks...

"I suppose," said the woman, clad in a dark green cloak with a hood that hid her face. "I will have to report her success to my higher-ups... make sure they are assigned to anti-Spawn Unit Number 28 immediately."

"Yes, ma'am..." Chrono said. Yare, yare...

^^; finally done with this damn scene.

I see a lot of HW love going into this, and the mental sight of a massive Immelmann Turn is somewhat mindboggling, especially when you think of all the stress the inertial compensators and structural stabilizers are going through! A powerful demonstration of White Tempest's capabilities, all that's left is Captain Bright to complete the picture of White Base, White Demon, Bright Slap.

And your crack continues to feed Multiverse at War... I'm afraid it's gonna mutate out of proportion not with mecha, but with Tomino-ism, gratituous BESERK & others like tentacle rape and Eva mindfuck thrown in for a good measure...

By the end of Multiverse at War, I doubt anyone can recognize the CC and OC cast any more... If they are still alive.

[Wild Goose]

Originally Posted by Kha

Now Franz looks like a character that you'd build. Awesomeness abound.

The semi-broken Khrack purveyor is the first person to comment Guess you ain't as broken, eh?

Well, I had to do a Rebuilt anywy, so I figured I might as well update the profile for Alpha. Franz's original StrikerS-era profile is easily the weakest of all the OFM profiles, mostly because it's the first, and there are a lot of things which could have been done to improve it. Hence my rebuilt Besides, Alpha Franz is different from StrikerS Franz - they're almost two seperate people now. (For one thing, StrikerS Franz kept avoiding paperwork, and would never have thrown himself into what Alpha Franz will be facing.)

Next up, Relationships, and then Skills, Abilities, and more details on Franz's menta state, which is both similar and yet different from "Buy-one-free-ten" Julie. ^^

And your crack continues to feed Multiverse at War... I'm afraid it's gonna mutate out of proportion not with mecha, but with Tomino-ism, gratituous BESERK & others like tentacle rape and Eva mindfuck thrown in for a good measure...

By the end of Multiverse at War, I doubt anyone can recognize the CC and OC cast any more... If they are still alive.

:facepalm: Okay, the crack ain't dead yet. He's not broken at all.

Originally Posted by Reiji Tabibito

You think you're the ONLY ONE who's angry about this, sister?

Kha's promised my guys appearances in his stories, but what do I get? NADA.

I created an OC especially for Rebuilt, 1st Lt. Mikhail Dornitz. Ya don't see me whining.

Plus, Reiji, all Kha really said was he'd be removing the Khrack... so from your actions and statements, I submit that your charecters are crack and thus not to be taken seriously.

[Kha]

Pardon the double post, this seems to be the next major Khrack I'm on...

Here is the Imperium of Belka campaign 1st Mission, "In This World That Has Ended", cutscene. Several fixes have been made, so do read again:

Spoiler for In this world that has ended...:

Jail was right.

"The Numbers are the ultimate warriors of justice, holding the key to defeating all evil in the Multiverse! Why even you can't see that?!"

"When the blue moon turns red, 1 million shadows of the dead shall cometh and consume this world."

"YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!"

I got up from my seat and read the battle maps again. By brilliance or by fluke, the Mitoraum was surrounded by hostiles who weren't there a day earlier.

Were we really not prepared, against this enemy of tremendous scale? The Spawn came and overran us, slayed our leadership, pushed us to extinction. It was truly every man for himself, those dark days not long ago...

But Jail knew. He knew they were coming; he spent years fashioning a weapon to fight this dire threat. The Numbers, the Cradle, all were just a part of the plan that I'm still unravelling today...

Numbers? Wait no. Novus Marines. An army of Light granted by the touch of Chaos, dictated by necessity that made one break reason, manned by humans with more metal than flesh, commanded by a brother sending his sisters to die.

Such irony...

With the Cradle and whatever we could salvage of Saint Church, we had fought tooth and nail, not for honor or duty, but for feral survival. We used everything and anything we had, and lost much much more on the way, but for the meek and frail, we survived. Isn't that alright? Isn't that correct? Isn't that what protecting everyone really meant?

Then why do I feel so cold...?

With Saber using the Cradle's true ability to transport ships through the Warp, we chased the Spawn everywhere, discovering more and more Ancient Belka relics lingering in the realms of closed space. Our burgeoning fleet of old and new then managed to intercept the Spawn as they began to invade another world. This time, I opened up a front from Ground Zero, and began the purging while the TSAB disgruntledly worked from outside. We fought long and hard...

My armored glove jingled with dog-tags, and my chest tightened again. Gimmy, Foy, Taiyo, my sisters...

Now, the Purging is nearing completion; Earth almost secured. The Spawn has been reduced to blind, scattered masses on planet, and throughout Ordered Space. The hardest part was over, and all there was is to mop up the scum of the multiverse.

"YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!"

Were we really not prepared? For all I can see, is that we truly weren't prepared for the folly of Man...

"Sir, a group of Enforcers have breached the perimeter! They are led by--"

"I know," I replied sharply, stopping her before she could say any more. Just the very thought of TSAB being the ones banging down my doors hurt so much...

TSAB secured the Americas. The reborn Imperium of Belka saved Europe, Asia and Africa. Two allies divided only by a sea... Yet our ideals... Why is thy gulf thus large? We can't surrender now, not before the Purging is done, much less give up my own sisters for execution when they have spilt blood to save the space we knew!

I refocused on another area of conflict and tapped on it. The panel responded, calling up another video screen fed by a drone. Kaleido-Sofy raised her wand and called down bolts of ice at a black-winged mage who retaliated with Bloody Daggers of her own.

I felt sick just watching two sisters- no twins- out to kill each other, but I could not close the screen. I wanted neither side to win, neither to lose... Same goes for this entire meaningless battle. The TSAB were our allies, our real leadership, not this pseudo-theocratic nonsense the Inquisition thought up to convince the people of Belka that I could lead them to safety. If we lose, we will miss the chance to strike back, the Spawn will regroup and will overrun us again; I don't want to waste any more lives so meaninglessly. But if we win, we will have lost all the reason we have stood for.

I would become Jail.

I am not God Emperor of Belka. If I were, I'd know how to deal with this crisis of brother against brother, but I don't. I really don't. Yet for the people who believe in me, I must live this obscene lie to fruition.

I tapped the maps, flipping from one to the next, searching. Nanoha was nowhere in sight; Neither was Fate. Mentally, I was searching for more allies even when I remembered cradling their bodies, screaming in anguish.

I searched faster and faster desperation creeping through my entire facade. Tea... Lutecia... Caro... Erio... Serena... Allie... My friends... My children... I couldn't... I--

I fisted the panels, scattering them back into disexistence, and into the concrete wall in frustration. I sensed a wave of alarm sweep through the throne room. Instinctively, I shot both arms up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, just..." I shrugged. I'm just...? What? Nuts?

No, I was denying it: I was alone. I've been alone for all my life, but it never hurt. And it had to hurt now. Why? Am I wrong? I stuck to my guns, like I was intended to. Is that wrong? What is wrong?

"Ni-san..."

I turned around, surprised by the voice. It was Cinque, the one sister I could not sense. I'd reach out to her then if not for the tall, lanky clone next to her.

"Yo, God Emperor." He smirk.

"What is it, Dr. Scagletti."

"Just saying hi. Thought you could use some cheering up."

As if you could ever do that to me.

"Ni-san," Cinque began, wincing with the pain from her grievous wounds. "It must be hard on you..."

I looked at her, and I couldn't bring myself to answer. Her arm was in a cast, there were bandages over her good eye and medobots could be seen working on her shredded leg. I couldn't let her worry... But I'm such a bad liar...

"God Emperor," Jail spoke again, stinging me with his words as always. But then, his tone changed. "Thank you."

I snapped up to attention. Stared at him. His smirk was gone for once; he wasn't acting like he had something to hide. Thank me? Are you kidding?!

"Thank you, for doing the right thing. And I'm sure," he motioned around the room. "...that we've followed you so far because of that."

My jaw dropped. Jail, the bioconstruct built by the original's dying memories, was doing what? But there were more movement to distract me from the confusing scene. Keira Nightly, my Palatine, stopped tracking her sisters' movements and looked back. Cinque, though injured, her mechanical eye was burning with urgency. And as if it were on cue, I heard Artei over another vidscreen.

"FOR THE EMPEROR!!!"

I turned over and watched as he and Arisa leaped back into the fray, Monohoshizao and Throne making salami out of the confused Spawn.

"Oi baka," Sophia spoke from her screen dodging Hayate's Diabolic Edict. "Are you going emo again? I told you to have made me queen if you couldn't handle it."

As expected of Sophia. And everyone else... Everyone knew what to do. Only I, their leader, had no direction.

I laughed inside. There's no helping the guilt that remained in me, but I've led them this far through faith in the Light; I will not fail those who believe in this destiny!

"Uno, send whatever of our gear that fly into orbit, and detonate those that are fixed to the ground now. Prepare the fleet protocol for retreat. We shall regroup around the Cradle."

"Right away, Sir!"

"Sophia, gather your Sisters. We're going to leave this quagmire. And..."

"What you baka?"

"Sorry for making you go through with all this."

There was a pause.

"Heiki, heiki!" She smirked back in Japanese. "We squabble all the time."

"Makoto, Juliet. The Novus Marines will cover the escape for the fleet, then make sure you catch up with us."

"I hear and obey, my Emperor," the younger Scagletti replied and cut the link.

"Then I'll have as much fun as I can till then! Ja!" And the older one left soon after.

"Setsuna, Saber. Purge that sector of Spawn quickly, get Artei and get into orbit at earnest."

"Roger!"

"WAIT!!!"

Artei?

"Hey er I'm kinda a little busy right now, and a lot of the new additions to the Saint Guard are Terrans and by Josies, I love these SAS guys. It'll definitely be a cop-out if WE pull out as well."

But...

"Sorry boss, I'm staying here with my men. Take the 8th Cadians with you, but I'm staying until Earth is clean."

Artei...

"Alright, I'll leave you in charge of the 97th theater. Don't die on me."

"Hey, I haven't screwed Arisa yet; Like hell I'm going before then."

"A-AR-AR-ARTEEEEEEI?!" Arisa screamed back, directing her Fangs to fresh hostiles.

He just laughed back at his mate and cleaved another swarm.

Shaking my head slowly, I turned to the waiting congregation.

"Keira, secure the Impreza and make sure our people have evacuated; if it comes to that it shall be the bomb that covers our escape."

"Yes, sire."

"Jail, prepare the Mechanicus for liftoff; let not the armory fall to them."

"Of course, I'm not letting them get their grubby hands on the best lab ever built by Man!" The man yelled back on the way out.

"The rest of you, standby in the Exelcior and leave on my orders, even if I am not on it. For it means that Mitoraum is lost and I shall go down with it."

"Ni-san!" Cinque yelled. "Please, at least let me stay with you. My Dreadnaught is almost re--"

My hand on her shoulder silenced her.

"Cinque, I have face them alone. Especially the one who is coming to greet me."

She lingered, along with the retinue.

"I have to do this. I'll be fine. Go to the Mechanicus and standby in your Dreadnaught if you wish, but whatever happens, don't come for me."

I watched Cinque bite her lip a little, then throw a hug quite suddenly. I returned it mutely, then let her group hurry off. No words came to mind as the rear exits shut and bolted, just relief, and quiet. I strode back to my throne, and eased my armor-laden body into it. I shut my eyes, thinking, meditating.

This throne of cold metal... I must be frozen.

Quite suddenly, the front doors exploded inwards; there was a flash of yellow; I raised Tausend Kreuz and parried the strike easily; and for the first time in a month, we gazed into each other's eyes.

I had sensed it long before Uno, this bitter irony. The irony that this heresy against me, was led non other than by my wife, Fate.

If you noticed, in the original unvetted draft, I shafted someone by accident...

Only some of you will get what this is, but thank Nighty and Kagerou for giving me the reason, impetus and artistic licence to create this massive Khrack, which might turn into a timeline of its own. Already, I dropped a bomb of a twist in the IRC. It will happen in the end of mission cutscene, so I might get to it soon enough! =3

I'd work out the Codex Alienhunters of the Novus Marines someday. =3

[Fuyu no Sora]

Originally Posted by LoweGear

Trust me, coagulated blood isn't as bad as you think, in fact it's quite delicious as flavoring

Of course, you have to cook it well

.....Are you for real here, Lowe-kun?

Originally Posted by LoweGear

Aaaah the two Kay's

Originally Posted by LoweGear

Yup, he's been AWOL a long time

He'd better return to full duty soon -_-;. I can't manage my characters (which seriously need de-haxxing) plus his...

Originally Posted by LoweGear

I thought that the very idea of the Rebuilt was to fix the problems StrikerS had in its execution. Potential and Concept-wise, StrikerS is an awesome show (as evidenced by the this fine example of a thriving thread), but execution wise even I have to admit it didn't live up to expectation. I myself often have thoughts of Rebuilts, just that I never have any ambition to do so.

Too true. Many think StrikerS might have done much better if only they hadn't shoved 17 + characters in our noses and given more development to the others. Story wise, StrikerS lost a lot of time with the formation of the forwards....

Originally Posted by LoweGear

We may not be able to solve all of your problems, but I think we, as your good comrades in OC, can help out somehow.

QFT

Originally Posted by LoweGear

So it's Kay Kay Kay?

Correct

Originally Posted by Wild Goose

God, it's done. My longest profile ever. Alpha Franz bio is one step closer to completion: history is done, next is relationships, then lastly skills & abilities. Comments welcome.

Be warned: some Alpha spoilers (not really that many) and explicit spelling out of bad things in the past. This is a spoiler for why Naomi currently hates him.

Spoiler for Alpha Profile: Franz Jaeger, Assault Compamy Commander of the Order:

*snip*

And with that. I'm done. Night all.

*sighs* Gotta wake up in 4 hours -_-

Well, well, well. Now this is something very interesting.

First and foremost, please allow me to tell you that I'm a terrible critic. I'm absolutely no use in that area and thus can only intervene in some very rare occasion

Something I found interesting is these 'personas' he's created for himself. I'd like you to develop in this field...

Originally Posted by Kha

Now Franz looks like a character that you'd build. Awesomeness abound.

You have nothing else to say about him??????

[KNS]

Originally Posted by AdmiralTigerclaw

Aaron helped me run through some AMFX details... Get's me a clear scope on what they can-cannot do.

Spoiler for AMFX as on Zed:

AMFX is an extremely dangerous version of AMF that Sektor 21 has begun to implement after they snuck off with many of Jail's drones at the end of the Cradle incident. This AMF is in a sense, more powerful, and easily projected externally to points at higher density, often ressembling the concept of 'painting' a target in sight. In a heartbeat, Zed can disable a mage in mid air and deliver a vicious coup-de-gras with conventional weapons after they drop right out of the sky. Range is unknown on Zed, by the converted Gadgets have functional versions as well.
AMFX has the following function limitations.
AMFX projects like a RADAR beam. (Or headlights.) It can tag mages a good distance, though field density falls off by the inverse square law. The projector is limited to one target at a time, and must maintain 'contact' with the target to maintain the effect. Thus, it can be avoided by placing physical obstacles (barriers, shields, and fields don't count) between the mage, and the projector. Powering the AMF-X in Zed 01 in particular is -multiple- Jewel Seed fragments that were recovered from Gadget Drones. (A hypocrytical move on S-21s part, but they tend to be that way.)
As it stands, estimated power level can drop an unsuspecting average mage on the spot, an unprepared ace mage in seconds, and render ranged magics (and flying) unsuable, and generally level the playing field.

Examples of limitation power. It will NOT stop a prepared Starlight Breaker. But it will force Nanoha to land quickly if she doesn't want to break her neck trying to FIRE that Starlight Breaker, and if it is NOT prepared, she will take an extended amount of time to prepare it that would make TRYING to use it a tactical error of hideous proportions. Knights in particular will suffer the them most, and the least at the same time from AMFX. They will only be able to deal in close combat with Zed and not be able to use external magical defenses, but they will still be able to utilize their internal magical augmentation to a degree. (Since the body itself stops the AMFX beam.)
Which makes them the most well suited for taking on an AMFX equpped mechanism.

Critical example:

Optimal use of AMFX is a sneak attack. If Zed gets the drop on Hayate in a tight space environment, she will be rendered unable to fly almost immediately (Escape prevented), lose barriers and shields shortly after this (Defenses fail), and be unable to get a high power spell up in time before (Attacks take too long) Zed closes the distance and 'neutralizes' her in a condition that could only be described as 'glass doll'.

(We won't let this happen though will we? No NOOoooo... No no no no no no. For drama, we'll let him ALMOST get her, then have intervention right as he's about to snap her neck.)

EDIT: And now REIN vs POWERTHIRST!

Spoiler for Give your Unisons SHOCKLATE, and they'll be good a SPORTS!:

"WHEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Crash ducked instrinctively at the sudden noise as Rein shot over his head, giggling madly as she zipped back and forth between the Aces and Test Pilots. Roland snapped into the front lean in rest and back up again as she came close to crashing into him.
"Cooper! What, did you give her?!"

"Hey she asked ME if she could have some," the engineer snapped in defense. "Don't look at me like I did something wrong!"

Fox shook her head, letting it drop. As she did so, she noticed a small silver can rolling up to her foot. Bending down to pick it up, she examined it briefly before her eyes widened.

"Cooper you gave her SHOCKLATE!?"

Cooper squirmed in her glare.

"Only a little bi-"

"YOU NIMROD!" Fox interrupted him, swinging her arm to point where Rien was dooing loop-de-loops. "And you didn't think that maybe a Unison like her was a little SMALL to handle that?!"

"SMALL?! WAIT! WHO CARES?!" Rein cackled as she zipped through the group again, before getting obsessed with strands of her hair and spinning around in circles trying to catch them with her teeth until she was dizzy enough to fall right out of the air. Signum's stoic manner twitched ever so slightly towards a smile as she tried to suppress the image of a Dog.

"Uh..." Hayate began. "What is... Shocklate?"

"Chololate Energy," Crash supplied, taking a knee to ensure the unison was okay. "It's like adding chocolate to an electrical storm."

"Sounds interesting," Nanoha interjected, then turned to Cooper. "Mind if I try some?"

"Oh, sure, I've still got a can of Rawberry here so-"

"NO!"

They all froze as Fox stormed her way over to Cooper and yanked the can right out of his hands.
"You are NOT giving this stuff to any S level mages! If it does THAT-" she motioned to Rein, who had recovered and was once more zipping in loops around Crash's head, "-to a Unison... I could only imagine what it would do to HER!" she made a rough motion to Nanoha this time.

"Probably best not to try any," Roland managed to mutter to Nanoha as Fox and Cooper argued back and forth. "That stuff's like liquid cartridge power on steroids. One can and you'd probably be able to shoot a cruiser clean out of orbit."

Nanoha managed to imagine herself firing an Arc-en-ciel for a second before looking at the bickering duo.

"Shouldn't we stop them?"

"Nah, this'll be over in a second," Crash closed his eyes.

"It's MY drink, I can give it to whomever I want! Give it back you hear?"

There was a clap as Cooper grabbed Fox's wrist to retrieve his can.

"Big mistake," Crash stated with his eyes shut.

'CRACK! WHOMP! SLAM! THUD!'

The aces all winced at the same time as they watched Fox deftly leverage her way out of Cooper's grip, throw his elbow into a lock with the sound of protesting joints, then drive her other fist into his abdomen, and finally step in and hurl him right off her next move that rolled right from an elbo strike to a palm-thrust. Despite being twice her height, and several times her weight, she sent the overweight engineer a good four meters straight backwards in the air.

Crash opened his eyes and looked over to Fox, who was now standing in a finishing stance with her eyes closed and a very unfriendly frown on her face.

"That was a freebie," she hissed. "Touch me again and I'll ensure you go over the rail with both arms broken."

"Sure you want to tango?" Signum whispered into Vita's ear. Vita merely smirked, the girl had moves to back her attitude. And that instantly made everything else excusable.

"Sorry you had to see that," Fox apologized to the group as she spun about, giving off a serious air counter to her normal attitude. Signum appraised the momentary change in attitude. If only for a moment, she wasn't cocky. Good, that showed there was some proffessional disapline invoked in whatever hand to hand classes she appeared to have taken.

Roland opened his mouth to comment about not breaking his best engineer, but then closed it when he heard what sounded like another passing jet, with a slightly distinct engine noise none of the others would have noticed. Crash noticed him looking around and spoke up.

"What is it?"

Roland paused when he finally fixed where the sound was coming from.

"He's here..."

Everyone froze and looked at the General, then followed his gaze.

"That's not what I think it is.... is it?" Fox asked.

I can't get enough of that...Powerthirst...xD Funny stuff, I must go and read backlog for the previous posts of this if there are any...

And now for my stuff! Images of my OC's drawn by...ME! Mind you these are uninked, done when lazy early in the morning, so feel to criticize and burn me as much as you like critics! Muahahahahah!

Spoiler for Hachi Quickie Drawing - Check!:

Spoiler for Mion, Hachi's Familiar quick drawings:

[USB500]

Sakuya: USB-san, you do like busting the backlogs, don't you?
USB500: well, for one thing, combat maid who can throw knives and control time is hot. :3
Sakuya: ......



Sakuya Izayoi killed both backlog & USB500.

Sakuya: now will you excuse me for a while? *returns to the Scarlet Mansion*

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Originally Posted by Aaron008R

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Been a while...

I'll tackle the backlog at a late time, but for now, I have to post my entry to Rebuilt.

-Entry to Rebuilt-

~Serena Avenir~

One phrase to summarize this rebuilt:

:3

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Liingo: well, talk about error in biodata. *goes to correct it* and Alita is not a human, FYI (an interface with hot meganekko humanoid body :3 ), hence.

And is it just me, or you're the only one who actually commented Alita's & Poseidon's profiles here?

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WildGoose: reminds me of Kyosuke, the Franz' profile, and I like it.

Well, this is about it. *head still rings from Sakuya's Za Warudo attack*