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Stillness was death. In the battlefield as in life, stopping was the equivalent of perishing. The stillness of the faux angel was reminiscent of a corpse. The wear and tear on its formerly pristine structure speaks to the mangling it received from a foe unbound to the limits of earth. In many...

"Ezlazer build-up, sire! Mortar Headds arriving!" Dafne called out, surprise coloring the beautiful fatima's voice. "Weihart's not the kind of man who will orchestrate something as barbaric and as crass as ganging up on a lone mortar headd." Pryam mused as the lightshow stopped and revealed the...

Almost half an hour later, a dorrey crests over the horizon. It was basic and unassuming, though clearly of the design of the Empire he serves despite the irritants wishing him dead for some reason or another. It gradually slowed down and once it halted, the largest hatch of the transport...

The dark-haired Pryam looked at the short note with resigned amusement. He raised it up to the bright sky above and the message remained the same. That was, indeed, the insignia of the House Weihart and they did indeed throw the proverbial gauntlet. With a sigh he lowered the small note and...

Name: Pryam Avariz Age: 99, 27 (Earth) Gender: Male Height: 6'4 Weight: 177 lbs Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Black Ethnicity: Jokerian Appearance: Other Information: Headdliner. Biography: Pryam was born as the last headdliner of a once prominent house in Fillmore. A house fallen from grace...

"Boss!" The voice was full of sudden anguish. He was helpless as he saw the venerable Wing vanish into the depths, its vaunted gundanium alloy dented and broken. If he was in a more agile machine ... He grimaced, gnashing his teeth as he eyed this jump-upped Gran Cher warily. Even with a...

There was a reason why he decided to be the one to undergo this mission. Out of all the factions currently imbedded in humanity's cradle, the ones piloting the mysterious Brains and Gran Chers worried them the most. No, actually several others worry them equally but this one just happened to...

"You've got incoming." The silver-haired pilot perked up at that, eye darting to the Wing's powerful sonar. What he saw made the formerly calm and eager man frown. They expected an attack but not like this. It would've come from below not from above. "Thoughts?" "Abort." He sighed at the...

The sky above the open ocean was peaceful and bright blue, painting an impossibly serene and dauntingly vast image that has enchanted humanity from time immemorial. Below, lies something even more alien, where powerful men and women persist with their power play despite the incomprehensibly...

Back in the academy, Piper has been acknowledged by both peers and teachers to have a frightfully quick reaction time. It was abnormal and unnerving. And it made her a damn good pilot. It has saved her life more times than she could count and it had emboldened her in a way that spelled doom to...

There was no time for thought, Piper immediately dodged, the Guren spinning and ducking around to veer away from the attack that she somehow knew was coming. Perhaps it was her finely tuned instincts, perhaps it was the sudden gut feeling, but whatever it was, Piper was briefly thankful for it...

Faction Name: Celestial Being Government: Paramilitary Unit Capital: Hacienda Station Territories: None Population: Less than 500 people. Goals: The cessation of conflict and the return of the march of progress to the future. History: There was once a child who dared to dream in a time where...

"Ah fuck!" Piper cursed emphatically as her small machine got sucked out into open space despite her efforts. She had done the simulations just in case but a KMF shouldn't be without a flat surface to run its landspinners on. Then she spotted the foe who made an absolute mess with their...

"Shit!" There was a horrible scraping noise as the Guren's oversized right hand dug into the floor, digging furrows into the steel as she tried to arrest her movement. She was still moving though so Piper fired the red knightmare's single slash harken into the ground, an anchor to keep herself...

"Again, I'm not interested in being a mom but she's got a point, lady!" She hollered but then the squeal of her landspinners rang out as she accelerated, dodging the acids and dancing on the solid ground below, firing at the fucking bugs in a variety of angles. "Start making sense, lady!" Then...