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[mighty-baron-kazimir-blog]

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If the Baron could whistle, he probably wouldn’t have been whistling. He didn’t like pointless noise. If he had for some reason been whistling though, it would have been rather merry, as he was currently pummelling some fool who’d thought it was a good idea to take a potshot at his hat. The round had left a hefty dent in the metal so Kazimir was now putting several hefty dents in their head by repeatedly slamming them into a block of concrete.

There he had been, cheerfully making his way through this somewhat dilapidated urban environment, minding his own business, and this… Cyborg? Human? He didn’t really care. The point was they’d thought they would get away with assaulting the Baron’s headwear, and now he was teaching them the folly of their ways with the help of hammer.

Satisfied that they were properly pulped, he paused for a moment to retrieve the offending weapon and crush it. Something stopped him however... the weapon looked like a Kalashnikov, at least a little. Could it be one? He wanted it if it was. The Android ran the fingers of his smaller hand over the weapon. His piercing gaze was drawn by movement to his left, and he became aware of another watching him. 

A mechanoid of some kind... a huge one. Easily a six or seven meter one by his estimate, and armed. It was quite probable that like him, it was military grade. Lesser Androids would have run for cover, but Baron Kazimir was no such Android. Sure it was big, but he was powerful. He would stand his ground… and more. While he wasn’t intimidated, he felt a need to make it clear that he was impressive, and struck a dramatic pose, pointing at them with a flourish of his smaller hand, as his larger one gripped the rifle by the barrel.

“You! I have question! This weapon, is it Kalashnikov?” He queried loudly, waving the rifle over his head.

[drtoaster]

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The situation was... unfortunate. 

Attempts to negotiate with the hostile mechanoid had been relatively fruitless. It and its pilot were set on destroying or capturing the Ironclad. It certainly couldn’t allow that. Even if its main AI processor was far away, the Delta 30 platform was far too valuable to allow to fall into the wrong hands or allow to be destroyed.

Regardless, the IMC Titan and its pilot appeared to be attempting the latter at this point. Now Kaiser was forced to retaliate. The ten foot mechanoid stepped out of cover, its single optic focusing on the enemy mech. For a moment the Titan and pilot thought they might have won. Whatever it was had been stupid enough to leave cover.

“I regret that this is necessary. I will attempt to notify your next of kin if possible.”

With that, it raised the Linear Motor Rifle in its hand and opened fire on full auto, hurling tungsten slugs at the mech and punching through the armour and into the cockpit. As the mech tried to take aim with its weapon the Ironclad fired at its elbow, blasting the joint to pieces and causing its weapon to fall. A few more precision shots were taken at its datacore to put the thing out of its misery, and that was that as far as Kaiser was concerned. It began to approach the machine, only to pause and turn as it detected another approaching. It raised its weapon again... but paused.

Its database was showing a friendly IFF tag. How odd... was it something father had done? Either way, it lowered the weapon for the moment, and waited patiently for the approaching individual to reveal themselves.

[lcpcsblxde-a]

metalraindrops

  Create a dino based on your muse! Repost, don’t...

(why did I expect a dinosaur out of you)

[Contrary to popular belief unproven, I like dinosaurs. In fact I have a great love for Owen’s Velociraptor pack in Jurassic World, and the T-Rex from the entire Jurassic Park film series (she has a name; I forget). But as soon as I saw the Dire Wolf option, I said “fuck it”]

[solarslinger]

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✿ : Fondest role-play memory, between muns?

currently, it has to be properly meeting someone i met through roleplaying and consider an older brother. granted, it was like.............................eight years ago now???? jfc. but i’ve known him for over 10 years now and it’s bonkers to think about. cause time is insane. we literally met with roleplaying was still on forums so...think about that for a second. olden times.

(the runner up is upcoming gencon with @thanatonaucy because !!!!! excite!!!!!!! casual guardians cosplay, fuck yeah!!!)

[napsoldier]

@metalraindrops AN EXTREMELY BELATED STARTER  

  As far as the Rookie knew, there were few to no reports of ships ever attempting to Jump while so close to a planet- as in, beneath the atmosphere. Yet, here it was happening... with him still caught in the air. Oh, something was bound to go wrong... and the Rookie had a strong feeling that the wrong would be done to him. The light from the slipspace rupture grew so bright that he had to tint his visor dark as it could go yet even then- white and purple burned his retinas while the very air seemed to tremble around his pod. Not the usual turbulence of the fall- but quaking with energy about to be released. In the span of six seconds, hell broke loose. More than it had already, anyways. 

   As the Covenant Carrier was wisked away to an unknown destination, it left the world behind it a gift of ruin. The pods flying down into the city were thrown drastically off course and for the first time in YEARS, the Rookie felt his stomach clench in anxiety. Especially when he saw Mickey’s pod making a beeline for his... Shit!

   The force of the collision rattled his teeth and the ODST was sent spiralling into the city- catching a glimpse of a different shape falling past the pods of his teammates. But he couldn’t think about it- not now, when there was a good chance of this being his last moment alive unless he could stabilize his pod for landing. Unbeknownst to him, it was an exact 99.99% chance this would be his death. Hands pulling at the levers controlling his descent into hell, they had almost no effect. ’ Come on, come on! ‘

   The view of the outside was nothing more than a whirl of slate and sky, with slate of the sky scrapers overtaking his vision... until blackness was all he saw. 

   Six hours later, he blearily woke to a pounding headache and a blue light in his sight that was... way too bright for him right now. A hand raises to block the ray of light from his eyes while he collects his thoughts [ not to mention his senses ] only to realize something was... kind of off. The light was... watching him? Objects surrounding it shifting like the narrowing of an eye. And someone was talking- shit, how long had he been out? He can barely make out the clock on his HUD, especially since the numbers are blue... against blue light. 

   He wasn’t dead, right? 

[nobilis-lacedaemoniorum]

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Jorge sprinted across an open field with IMC soldiers not far behind. They had been chasing him for the past few hours, apparently since he did not identify himself as IMC, he was the enemy. 

The “riflemen” were easy to beat, but “Titans” were another story. His HMG did little against those things, he in the end had to abandon his weapon and retreat into the mountainous region. Jorge moved faster than the Titans there, but there was still the smaller robots and the riflemen to deal with. Luckily, their weapons weren’t hard to figure it out nor use. 

He heard the tell tale crash of an incoming Titan, and internally he groaned. This wasn’t good.

[solgunslinger]

@metalraindrops

   Sol had been in her dorm room, absorbed in welding together a figurine set of scrap metal she’d pulled off a deteriorating car and the inner workings of broken screens. A wolf and a stag, circling each other dangerously, a beautiful piece of work with smooth curves bent into the thin metal sheets with her own hands. Solar energy had always been the Light that came most naturally. Guardians often seemed to believe that Arc and Void were the more temperamental, more difficult to wield without intensive training than Solar... and they were right. But few could wield the sun’s Light like this Gunslinger could- like it was an extension of her very soul. The very same soul that she put into these sturdy and simultaneously delicate sculptures.

   But then missiles struck the Tower, and the wolf and stag statue was no more.

   She’d been revived by a terrified Sprite who’d been quick to fill her in on what she’d missed. Cabal were attacking the Last City- they’d broken through the wall’s defenses and the numbers of ships creeping into what had once been a safe haven for humanity... was only growing. They were outnumbered, but they had to do something! And so for hours, seemingly endless hours, Solgun fought. Sprinting through the streets of a city she barely knew, shooting Cabal troops just beginning to pile into the way of civilians trying to flee, eventually she boarded her own ship to take the fight to them. Sol managed to shoot down eight smaller ships and assisted in taking down two larger ones before returning to the ground... in a ball of fire and screaming metal.

   The loss of her beloved ship only added salt to the wound of the invasion, but it didn’t distract her from helping stragglers evacuate. So deep into the fight on the ground, so deep into the fight itself, Solgun hadn’t cast the sky another glance as let her Golden Gun sear humanity’s enemies into oblivion. She didn’t see the Traveler get clamped until she was fighting with nothing but a knife and her fists. Didn’t realize what was happening until Sprite’s shell fell into her Lightless hands.

   The Light was gone.

[solgunslinger]

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