saviorgoddessastrid:

fleet-admiral-red:

Sure enough, Yellow found herself a nice, quiet spot at the edge of the city where it seemed no one treaded. Without further ado, she set down her backpack and withdrew the slate-like device inside.

A brief flash coming from the replicator formed into the neatly laid out form of her custom Valkyrie suit and gear. Suiting up was smoother in a gantry, but given that such a thing wasn’t present here a more-or-less manual process would do. Fortunately, she’d modified the design for an easier suit-up.

Clipping her sidearm to her hip and her collapsed Caduceus staff to the back of her waist, Yellow made sure to hide the backpack well before beginning a pre-flight check.

Shields were at full, the flight system was normal, antigrav perfect. Kinesis and stasis systems were in the green, same with the microscale barrier engines. Her internal replicator held her custom staff-polearm on standby. All good.

With one last look at the hidden backpack, Yellow took off, pivoting in the air before speeding off towards the forest where those herbs were.

Yellow’s flight was relatively calm to her destination, though she might have noticed some folks spotting her during her flight.  When she reached her destination, there were plenty of herbs to pick, but there were also some Harpies nearby.  They didn’t seem to notice Yellow just yet, but it probably won’t take long for her to be spotted.

Yellow swept her gaze around the local airspace. She would have to deal with the Harpies first.

Recalling the adventurer’s advice on dealing with monsters, Yellow carefully unclipped her sidearm, her Valkyrie suit linking its energy to the weapon and amplifying its firepower.

Seven Harpies. Seven shots. The blonde grasped her pistol in both hands, whispering to herself as she set it to lethal.

“Vergib mir.”

The pistol snapped up, and Yellow fired.

Each golden particle bolt, traveling at near-lightspeed, found its mark with deadly precision, disintegrating the Harpies into golden particles.

Immediately Yellow dove for the nearest patch of herbs, gathering as much as she needed with one hand while another used her field replicator to create a basic container.

Soon she had filled the container up, and Yellow checked her surroundings again. No doubt there would be more Harpies. Best she left before any others came.

A Gummi Shipgirl

reluctantkeybladewielder:

fleet-admiral-red:

reluctantkeybladewielder:

To say the new shipgirl in orbit around the Bouzaculan Empire was confused by it all was a bit of an understatement. She had seen and heard (mostly heard) plenty of weird, odd, and wondrous things during her time as a ship, but for the most part the existence of shipgirls had flown under her radar. She was also pretty sure space was colder than this, and she was definitely wondering about the whole breathing thing considering what her body looked like.

@fleet-admiral-red

There was only one ship.

It was but a tiny Initiative corvette, surveying the Bouzac home world. With the new operating protocols sharply limiting their actions, all they could do was observe and catalogue various surface life.

Thus, the mysterious girl in orbit came as quite the surprise to the few crew aboard. Matching orbital velocities to ensure that they remained a mere speck in the distance, the crew agreed on quietly notifying the Initiative of this discovery.

And nothing beat quantum entanglement comms for stealth transmissions.

CO-22386, reporting new contact in local. SME, unknown origin. Please advise. Repeat, please advise.

That method of transmission was a little bit of overkill considering that not only did she only have the basic communication methods from the early 21st century (except for her MogNet communication array), but she also had no idea she had them in this form. She had no idea she was being watched either, because of her shorter-ranged sensors.

She was, however, starting to get an idea of what she was. With all her memories of being a ship, clearly she must’ve been some sort of… ship human? Android? Firelance definitely wasn’t used to thinking like this, or much at all. Clearly though she didn’t need to worry about losing her breath, whatever she was right now.

With next to nobody left inside her at the time of her destruction, and the Magister still rebooting, she had no idea about others being inside her just yet, nor did she know she could launch the four recon drones she had aboard her. What she did know was that just staring out at the vastness of space was getting boring, so she decided to turn around to face the planet. It felt awkward, like a baby taking their first steps. Nevertheless, she could definitely appreciate the orbital view.

The reply came back from the local TD Gate. Message received, CO-22386. Attempt communication under First Contact protocols.

And so the corvette did, approaching a little closer to Firelance, close enough for the small craft to be clearly visible as they hailed her.

“Unknown individual, do you read us? Repeat, do you read?”

Aegis of Hope

howlofthewolf:

“Hmm, that would make a hell of a lot of sense.” Wolf said, “Hmm…”

He looked to the captain.

“Take me to Altia.” He said, “I need to discuss matters with certain people. I have debts that need to be repaid properly.” 

The captain gave a long-suffering sigh, facepalming.

“For your information, sir, I am Caldari. All I know from the Initiative Archives of these ‘Nazis’ is that they were a pre-spaceflight planetary ethnostate on Earth, the supposed homeworld of all humanity.”

“Never mind the fact that even the oldest Amarr records only have the faintest hints of Earth, and this current knowledge I’m accessing did not exist in New Eden historical records until the Coalition came along.”

The captain finally looked up again at Wolf as Locke suddenly spoke sharply.

“Detonation detected in prisoner storage deck. Minor internal damage to stasis capsule.”

A Gummi Shipgirl

reluctantkeybladewielder:

To say the new shipgirl in orbit around the Bouzaculan Empire was confused by it all was a bit of an understatement. She had seen and heard (mostly heard) plenty of weird, odd, and wondrous things during her time as a ship, but for the most part the existence of shipgirls had flown under her radar. She was also pretty sure space was colder than this, and she was definitely wondering about the whole breathing thing considering what her body looked like.

@fleet-admiral-red

There was only one ship.

It was but a tiny Initiative corvette, surveying the Bouzac home world. With the new operating protocols sharply limiting their actions, all they could do was observe and catalogue various surface life.

Thus, the mysterious girl in orbit came as quite the surprise to the few crew aboard. Matching orbital velocities to ensure that they remained a mere speck in the distance, the crew agreed on quietly notifying the Initiative of this discovery.

And nothing beat quantum entanglement comms for stealth transmissions.

CO-22386, reporting new contact in local. SME, unknown origin. Please advise. Repeat, please advise.

Aegis of Hope

howlofthewolf:

fleet-admiral-red:

howlofthewolf:

fleet-admiral-red:

howlofthewolf:

“Hmm, that would make a hell of a lot of sense.” Wolf said, “Hmm…”

He looked to the captain.

“Take me to Altia.” He said, “I need to discuss matters with certain people. I have debts that need to be repaid properly.” 

“I’m sorry, sir. Before we can do that, we need to transport our latest prisoner to a secure location for trial.” explained the captain.

Locke gave a nod as his avatar rippled briefly, then straightened. “Akemi Protocol engaged. Battlegroup August and nullifier escort ready for synchronous Jump.”

The captain nodded in return, then turned back to Wolf. “I must request that you inform your ships of our temporary departure. The Akemi Protocol requires absolute secrecy when transporting a high value individual or item. We will only need to make a trip and back on our own.”

“He’s not going to make it to trial. Again, history repeats itself.” Wolf said enigmatically, “Either way, I’ll inform my ship.”

Stepping away for a moment, he opened up a comm channel.

“Temporary departure of GDI fleet, just remain in position.” He said.

“Destination set. Configuring navigation systems under Akemi Protocol. Ready for Jump on your command, Captain.” Locke reported dutifully.

As one, Battlegroup August pivoted about to a certain point in space, as did the nullifier vessel.

“Engage Jump in 3…2…1…mark.”

To those looking outside the windows, it simply looked like their surroundings had changed in an instant.

“Facility 520, this is Battlegroup August. HVP onboard in stasis, requesting permission to begin transfer.”

The Caldari waited for a reply. These facilities were MaxSec prisons, and each one held a distributed number of dangerous individuals or criminals GDI had captured over the years. Frozen indefinitely in stasis fields,

Any arrival or departure had to be heavily screened and monitored. The Vigilance’s arrival was no exception.

Locke inclined his avatar’s head towards Wolf. “Sir, I’m afraid we will have to wait. A transfer takes time, especially if stasis must be maintained throughout the process.”

Wolf looked at the AI with some disdain. Of course, with his mask on, that couldn’t be seen.

“You do realize what I said, right?” Wolf asked Locke, “He’s just going to commit suicide the moment you take him out of stasis, and there’s not much you can do about it. Either way, he’s out of hair. Just let it happen.”

“In any other time, I would agree.” The captain said, folding his arms.

“But now, with what we’ve just gone through, circumstances dictate that we act with more decency and appropriate justice.”

“Drake Czar is a traitor and by all rights would have deserved nothing less than death. But such would be…morally questionable by current standards.” the captain said with a note of dry sarcasm.

Locke directed a look at Wolf. “If you wish to debate this change, I’d suggest you take it up with the Executive Assembly. More specifically, Law. Most of these changes in our laws and protocols can be attributed to him.”

jennyslateswife:

Overwatch is doing his event where you can buy a pink mercy skin and the proceeds go to an actually scored well breast cancer research fund, so I bought it because it’s a cute skin for a good cause and it seem to be handled well.

First match in the new skin, ally Hanzo keeps thanking me over and over and I kinda just assume he’s trying to butter me up to get me to pocket him but half way through the match, this young voice comes on over voice chat and he starts talking about how his mom has breast cancer and how nice all of the pink Mercys make him feel and how he’s going to show her later. I almost flew into the canals of Rialto because I couldn’t see through my tears 😭

sweetschizo:

sweetschizo:

Hey if you’re schizophrenic/psychotic I just want you to know that you’re a wonderful person and that you deserve so much better than the demonization, marginalization and stigmatization you face in this society.

Please consider reblogging this/other positivity posts for schizophrenic/psychotic people every once in a while. If you have more than 100 followers, odds are that a couple of them experiences psychosis and that they rarely see positivity posts for people with their symptoms.

saviorgoddessastrid:

fleet-admiral-red:

“I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine.” Yellow tried to reassure him. After all, as she currently was, being in a party would only do more harm than good.

Normally Yellow was appreciative of her mysterious abilities, but they were so intrinsically linked with her psychological state that she was afraid the tightly suppressed inner turmoil she currently faced would end up affecting any party members too.

So it was with a sigh that Yellow left the adventurer, intent on finding a secluded place where she could stow her backpack, put on her data-stored Valkyrie suit unseen and begin collecting those needed plants.

Though she couldn’t help but wonder how other adventurers would see her suit. The technology in it was centuries beyond what she could observe of Terra Ancora’s own capabilities, sapient AI and synthetic races notwithstanding.

There were a few secluded locations that Yellow could head off to in order to equip her gear.  She should be able to accomplish her goals easily enough with what she has, though the Harpies likely won’t be friendly to her.

Sure enough, Yellow found herself a nice, quiet spot at the edge of the city where it seemed no one treaded. Without further ado, she set down her backpack and withdrew the slate-like device inside.

A brief flash coming from the replicator formed into the neatly laid out form of her custom Valkyrie suit and gear. Suiting up was smoother in a gantry, but given that such a thing wasn’t present here a more-or-less manual process would do. Fortunately, she’d modified the design for an easier suit-up.

Clipping her sidearm to her hip and her collapsed Caduceus staff to the back of her waist, Yellow made sure to hide the backpack well before beginning a pre-flight check.

Shields were at full, the flight system was normal, antigrav perfect. Kinesis and stasis systems were in the green, same with the microscale barrier engines. Her internal replicator held her custom staff-polearm on standby. All good.

With one last look at the hidden backpack, Yellow took off, pivoting in the air before speeding off towards the forest where those herbs were.

tryingmother:

IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!

like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!