Current status (1/2)

PC: Rickert Volgunsen
Current Titan funds: 70 credits
Current tournament status: 1st round Pilot 13pts.
Titan: Algol- The Devil Star

HP: 100

Traits-

Titan:
Monstrous strength (+4 to melee damage and strength checks)
Unrelenting might (Bo3 when making melee and strength checks instead of Bo2)
Storm Devil Claws (1d10 damage per fist add both melee bonus damage and energy bonus damage)

Pilot:
Super soldier (+2 to offensive rolls)
Artful dodger (+1 to defense rolls)
Sharp shooter (Bo3 for shooting rolls)
Menacing Presence (+2 to intimidation rolls)

Armament (6 slots)+holster (current)

2 shoulder:

2 torso:

2 arm:

1 Holster:

Equipment (4 slots) (current)

1.

2.

3.

4.

Titan parts-
Weapons
>Gungnir (10d10+10 melee damage, Two handed (beta class), armor piercing, charge attack. x3 crit throwing damage, shield breaker, cannot be used right now until +6 strength)
>Fusion Lance (3d10+5 energy damage, two handed, charge attack, armor piercing. Piercing shot)
>Mastercrafted Laser blaster (5d6+2 energy weapon, two handed, upgradeable)
>Durendal (2d10+3 melee damage, two handed, re-roll damage, armor piercing, upgradeable)
>Rocket Hammer (2d8+3 melee damage, two handed re-roll damage, upgradeable)
>Railgun (2d10+3 ballistic damage, re-roll damage, charge attack, shoulder mounted)
>2x combustion rays (3d6+3 energy damage shoulder mounted weapons, armor piercing)
>2x shock cannons (3d6, paralyzing charge)
>Titan double barrel scatter cannon (2x3d6 ballistic damage, two-handed, double barreled)
>Ice blaster (4d6 energy damage, two handed, freezing blast)
> 2x Plasma mortar (3d6+2 energy weapon, torso mounted)
>2x Long barrel laser cannon (1d10+2 energy weapon, shoulder mounted)
>1x Heavy Autocannon (3d6 ballistic damage shoulder mounted)

Equipment
>sensor disrupter array (enemies take a -2 to all rolls during combat)
>Regenerating armor core (+10 HP per turn in battle up to your base health)
>Sleipnir engines (thrusters (beta class) that can allow you to move with devestating speed, +5 to melee damage, +2 to defense rolls, allows for fast movement and high jumping for a beta class titan)
>Nano Forged Adamantium plate (+5 universal damage resistance
>Heavy Duty Capacitors (+2 damage for energy weapons)
>Heavy Thrusters (fast movement, and jumps possible)
> Super Heavy armor (+50hp)
> 2x Heavy shield (+2 to defense rolls)
>Massive reactor core (Bo2 for energy damage, stacks with heavy duty energy capacitors)
>1x heavy armor (+25HP)
>1x force shield (+4 to escape grappling rolls)
>1x magnetic mitts (titan can recall attuned weapon to hands)

Current status (2/2)

Current loot:

Hector The Bright Warrior- Delta class Titan (30% repaired)

Precious metals and jewels- 10 credits

Kaiju parts-
>Adamantine Scales (armor material, decoration)
>Lightning fangs(weapon material, decoration)
>Thunder tail Blade (weapon material)
>2x Lightning spikes (weapon material)
>Thunder cannon organ (weapon material)
>2x kaiju claws (weapon material)
>1x Kaiju fangs (weapon material)
>1x plasma blaster breath organ (weapon material)
>Plasma flame breath organ (weapon material)
>Kaiju mega shell (equipment material)
>Fusion organ (Equipment material)
>Plasma core (unique weapon/equipment material)
>Massive Kaiju heart (Unique equipment material)

Ships (operable)
3 dreadnaught

Quest rules:
>Votes are first to 3 (because this quest doesn't usually have all of its anons in the thread at once to warrant a larger vote)
>I will specify rolls that need to be made.
>combat rolls are d20 with the amount based on the number of attacks, dodges or best of rolls needed
>I will specifiy beforehand how many rolls or what kind to make
>write ins at this point in time are okay for combat or general votes but just don't shitpost

You return from your most recent mission quite satisfied. You turned over the imbecile who was trying to ruin the tournament, got paid and then you got some fancy new gear to boot.

Overall your life is pretty good right now.

Now that you have returned to Polaris Station what do you do? You have roughly two weeks until the next match.

>Go to the artisans (buy equipment/weapons, commission gear)

>Go to Polaris (indicate which level you want to visit)

>Hang out with friends/contacts

> "Flashback"

>>2511484
Sounds like a good time for the mystery box, before we make any final prep for the next match.

> "Flashback"

>>2511484
>> "Flashback"

>>2511484
>> "Flashback"

>>2511649
>>2511758
>>2511810

>war flashbacks intensify

alright what do you want to see?

>The draft (when young ward of the state Rickert got shuffled off to become a super soldier)

>the battle of Laman's landing (the first battle Rickert ever participated in)

>The assault on fort Drun (one of Rickert's most successful sorties as a soldier)

>The Heaphestion space port incident (the literal worst day of Rickert's life)

>>2511866
>>the battle of Laman's landing (the first battle Rickert ever participated in)

>>2511866
>>the battle of Laman's landing (the first battle Rickert ever participated in)

>>2511866
spaceport incident

>>2511866
>>The assault on fort Drun (one of Rickert's most successful sorties as a soldier)

>>2511442
Wait I thought we used the spare regen organ to speed up the repair of Hector?

>>2512484
the regen equipment is currently being constructed. it wont be finished til...I think the end of the next round? don't remember?

Anyone want to vote? An option need 3 votes to win. Otherwise I'll just roll between the 3 that got a vote

>>2512668
majority so far looks to be the battle of Laman's landing. that is until more people vote.

>>2511866
>>the battle of Laman's landing (the first battle Rickert ever participated in)

>>2511866
>>the battle of Laman's landing (the first battle Rickert ever participated in)

>>2512885
>>2512862
>>2511934
>>2511919

Looking at your holobracer you notice that you haven't slept in a while, the mission kept you wired since you completed it. It was dangerous to not sleep for too long. You remember fighting for the first time and thinking you could keep going forever, and in a way you could have. Your augemented body allows you to function with an exceptionally small amount of sleep. 2 hours is comfortable, 1 is fine although it isn't always enough to avoid irritability or increased fatigue.

As you lay down in bed the fighting on that station reminds you that its been a while since you strapped yourself into some armor and got stuck in.

Since you became a soldier you've been in thousands of sorties either as a trooper or an officer. Always the frantic terror of combat lurks in some dark chmaber within your mind.

You remember when you first time you touched down on a planet. When you were baptized in flame and blood.

Those were dark times.

War changes you. Even if you're a stone cold killer, even if you have a spirit of iron and a thirst for blood that doesn't end, the spectre that it leaves behind never leaves.

That shit follows you into your grave, and probably into whatever life that comes after.

The sweat and feeling of dread in your stomach returns when you recall some of those distant memories.

Laman Primaris when you were only 20 years old. You were crammed inside a shitty tin can after the planetary bombardment finally opened up an LZ near one of the major cities.

Oh god that place burned when you got finished, you remember that there were ashen shades all over the place when you went to clean up. Blackened skeletons and bodies mummified by the heat.

>You are overtaken by memories of fire and blood.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQHUAJTZqF0

>You are PFC Rickert and you are sitting in the belly of Mean Bitch, a troop carrier entering the southern hemisphere of Laman Prime right outside the planetary capital.

>During this segment you will make choices that will effect Rickert in the present, but since he obviously survives to the present you use this segement to develop his character and flesh him out rather than actually fight

Within your armor you are locked into a standing position by your magnetic boots and the restraints used to keep you stationary during orbital insertion. The inside of the transport is cramped to say the least.

The dim metal hull is filled with members of your company and between the chatter on the comms and your CO grumbling to his NCOs and all the other regimental officers everyone's on edge.

The coalition forces on Laman are heavy and despite how worhtless this planet is in terms of materials and manpower, its position is of such high strategic importance a million of your kind are brought along to kick in the door to the coalition core worlds as quickly as possible.

(1/2)

All around you and in front of you are 100 of your unpainted, steely siblings. Wards of the state just like you and all drafted into being supersoldiers. Years of training and surgical augmentation since your were 12 has led to this moment.

You hate the fact that they have you in this fucking fire magnet of a carrier. It's fat thinly armored belly could get cracked open by light AA fire and kill the entire fucking company before you could even get within pissing distance of the LZ.

But then again you were the unblooded shiny toys. The vets would wait for you and your lot to exhaust the enemies vanguard before the vets drop from orbit with their entry capsules and raise hell.

Not that you gave a shit behind the rationale behind it, you didn't go through the hell of training to be a killing machine to die as some limpdicked gunnery crew got an easy shot off, because you were being lugged by some rust bucket piece of shit orbital transport.

What do you do while you are waiting to be dropped of at the LZ?

>Talk to your squardmates.
>Check your gear.
>Take your combat stims, fuck waiting to get off the shuttle.
>Ask your NCO what the fuck is taking so long.
>Sleep. If you die at least you wont notice.

(2/2)

>>2513178
>>Check your gear.

>>2513178
>>Check your gear.

>>2513208
>>2513536
Since no one else voted

>you check your gear

Might as well do another check. Would be a real shame if you survived the drop only to die because of a gear malfunction.

Checking through your power systems and ammo counters nothing comes up. The barrels, power sources, and internal working come back green and clear when you manually look at them.

Thrusters are articulated, full movement no sticking. HUD is operational, all your servos are working. Clenching and unclenching your hand, bending you knees slightly, rolling your armored shoulders.

Yup everything is working. If you get your shit pushed in you can't blame it on faulty equipment.

Looking around the vessel, everyone looks apprehensive, or they are checking their gear just like you. Can't blame them for being worried, battle is unpredictable and when you're a super soldier your training and equipment just means you get pushed into a bigger grinder.

"Listen up, LZ is 5 minutes out!" The company captain bellows over the comms.

"Exit your bracing unit and approach the back door! Squad Minsk you're first out!" You exit the brace and follow your Sargeant single file to the exit. Once the signal light above goes off it's a straight jump to the LZ.

Once you and your erstwhile companions are assembled before Sargeant Minsk he turns and starts chuckling.

"Alright who wants to go first? If you survive I'll buy you your first post battle drink."

What do you do?

>Go out first. You want to get stuck in.
>Don't volunteer. The first guy out always gets his head blown off.

(that's all for tonight)

Sorry for not posting more but I got finals this week and I got shit to do. After tuesday I'll be free provided the thread doesn't wrap up before then.

>>2514071
>>Go out first. You want to get stuck in.
INTO THE FRAY!

>>2514071
>>Don't volunteer. The first guy out always gets his head blown off.

>>2514071
>Don't volunteer. The first guy out always gets his head blown off.

>>2514071
Don't volunteer, we know we won't die but I think we should hone our survival instinct more, live to fight another day and such.

>>2514071
>>Don't volunteer. The first guy out always gets his head blown off.

>>2514698
>>2514715
>>2515033
>>2515059

Yeah you don't think you want to risk getting getting killed immediately. You distinctly remember in many of the combat vids you watched that the point man or the first to leave the transport ended up dead on the spot.

Sarge looks around but no one volunteers. "Eh. Least I don't have to buy you shits anything. Alright stack up behind me. 3 second interval between jumps, break off the first chance you get and hit the ground as soon as you can. Godspeed."

The moment he finishes the door opens and he's gone. Soon enough each member of your squad evacuates from the ship into the bitter whipping winds nearly 40,000 feet from the planet surface.

You shoot straight downward using your thrusters once you clear the ship. Adjusting slightly to move in a diagonal fashion you hurtle to the earth below like a stone. Luckily there is no significant AA fire save for a few odd bursts here and there. The bombardment must have turned out better than expected.

When you finally land, the concrete of the deserted highway you hit on your way down shatters and you end up making a crater probably as tall as you are.

In training one of the instructors had given you a tip that hitting the ground hard enough on a jump can instantly make a foxhole, so at least you have some cover now.

"Get out of there Volgunsen, we got to get to the assembly area! Fall in behind me and start moving!"

Leaping from the crater you follow your squad down the highway. Running or soaring through the air with your thrusters you see the devestation already wrought on the area. Huge swathes of land melted by orbital laser fire, or craters the size of buildings pox marking the entire landscape. When you reach an increasingly large knot of soldiers gathering behind an armored wall of some kind, the armored figure of your CO peaks slightly above the mass of armored troopers, pointing to a holo display behind him.

"This is our assignment. We are going to put pressure on this fortified barricade, and clear a way to cut power to one of the main shield units protecting the city. Once penetrated we are to move further in and secure the center of the city. The enemy is expecting us and theres a lot of grunts between the barricade and the city square, so watch out for massed weapons fire and heavy weapon teams in buildings."

The break down goes into a little further detail, but soon enough you take positions behind the wall.

"On my mark move as fast as you can to the barricade, if I get killed, Hodge has point! Move!"

The thunderous sound of hundreds of power armored figures taking off at once shakes the earth slightly.

(1/2)

>>2515199

Ironclad warriors careen through the air toward their target, jetfire illuminating them like small stars as you make your way toward the enemy barricade. The fortification is a sloped metal wall with ports for shooting and narrow slits for soldiers to line up at different levels and shoot. Soon after leaving your own cover a veritable wall of bullets and beams scream towards you. The hissing of projectiles constantly brushes by your ears and you can feel the pings of fire on your armor grow.

Allright with the wall in sight what do you do?

>Jump over the wall and start killing when you get to the other side.
>Throw some ordinance and burst through the wall, then get stuck in.

>>2515204
>>Throw some ordinance and burst through the wall, then get stuck in.

>>2515204
>Jump over the wall and start killing when you get to the other side.

>>2515204
>Jump over the wall and start killing when you get to the other side.

>>2515324
>>2515314
>Taking this because voting is slow

You rush toward the wal on foot, massive strides powered by both your thrusters and armor assisted legs. Just before you collide with the wall you jump and run along the wall until you reach the apex.

Over the lip of the barrier you see hundreds of soldiers lining the insides of the barricade. Rows of infantry pouring fire through the narrow slits, heavy weapon teams manning artillery platforms and minor AA batteries.

They have already noticed you and began to focus fire the moment you cleared the wall.

What do you do?

>Blow up the heavy weapons. The foot sloggers can wait
>Start butchering the infantry. The heavy weapons are focused on other targets and aren't of the anti infantry variety.

>>2515727
>>Blow up the heavy weapons. The foot sloggers can wait

>>2515727
>Blow up the heavy weapons. The foot sloggers can wait

>>2515727
>Blow up the heavy weapons. The foot sloggers can wait

>>2515789
>>2516026
>>2516098

>prioritize the heavy weapons

The small frys can wait. Those guns are keeping your conventional forces from advancing, and taking the city will kill you if no infantry or heavy support comes soon.

Crushing a random grunt into paste beneath you, you rush one of the big artillery guns and lob a grenade into the barrel. The following explosion tears the crew into fine red mist and causes the nearby stockpile of ammo to go off.

Making your way through the emplacements and dugouts filled with ammo, you continue to lob grenades and fire conservatively to maximise damage. behind you the rows of guns melt into slag and the stockpiles of munitions scatter and go off at random. Soon enough the surrounding buildings collapse when stray shells pierce through them as guns topple and misfire.

The haze of smoke and debris fills the air and you only stop shooting when the din of fighting ends.

Ankle deep in blood and ash the charred, mutilated remains of the coalition soldiers are strewn all around you. Your brethren mercy kill the dieing survivors as a waypoint appears on your hud.

"Form up on me we're pushing toward the second line of defense, we can't wait for reinforcements just yet."

Ugh. Of course you can't wait for the heavy support or regular infantry that would be too easy.

Grumbling through the gore filled streets you assemble with your unit near the base of a collapsed skyscraper.

Two of your squadmates are missing. Fields and Nueman. Before you can ask Minsk responds.

"Fields took a stray shell to the chest and got pasted because he was throwing grenades from on high, Nueman stayed still and got crushed beneath a falling building."

No reassurance, no swearing, no insults, sarge just lays it out like a bad report during a meeting. You imagine he must have been through this thousands of times already, and couldn't care less.

Minsk growls and grabs you by the shoulder. "There's another heavy infantry unit approaching and we don't got time to get held up. You take Oda, Redding, and Schimdt and hold em off while we go up ahead."

"How many are there?" You ask.

"At least a company. You and half the company under Sargent Burns are gonna hold em until we clear the way."

"How many is half the company?"

Minsk growls again. "You don't get paid to ask questions maggot."

He leaves without answering your question. And since he declined answering you can porbably guess casualties were heavy and that you're probably working with at best 30 to 35 troopers.

Great.

You need to stall 100 power armored infantry what do you do and what orders do you give to your squadmates?

>Form on me we go in hard and fast.
>Take the high ground, wait for them
>Go in alone and let your squad mates pick off the enemy while you draw their attention.

>>2516203
>Form on me we go in hard and fast.

>>2516203
>trained at the age of 12
>"You don't get paid to ask questions maggot."
This makes me wonder if we get paid at all.

>Go in alone and let your squad mates pick off the enemy while you draw their attention.
Just need to run and blindly fire and lob explosives at the enemy while trying not to die....simple.

>>2516237
>trained at age 12
When you have no parents and you're basically state property you don't get much say when it comes to joining the military.

>getting paid at all
Soldiers like Rickert were gonna get a pension based on how long they served and could reitre once the war was over. Wouldn't be much demand for soldiers once it was over. It's just you know...it didn't turn out that way. You'll learn more about that if you ever decide to go through the spaceport incident.

>>2516203
>>Form on me we go in hard and fast.
take initial heavy casualties but rout them

>>2516477
>>2516214
>form up on me

"Alright you lot follow me, we take them head on. No point wasting time waiting for them."

With your squadmates in tow you bound over the ruined buildings until you see the 100 strong force.

"There they are open fire!" Focusing your considerable arsenal on individuals targets you clip off the upper body of one of the armored soldiers using you laser blaster, and force the thicket of armored infatry to scatter using a rocket barrage.

"Go in for melee but stay near me!"

Shoulder checking one of the coalition troopers Kazuo dop down on the surprised soldier and wedges his blade down into the neck join of the suit.

A second trooper charges at you but a sharp burst from your laser melts his head. The dead body sams into a small house caving it in.

"Hide in the dust from that house!" The other follow your lead but Redding is fighting above taking on two enemy soldier at once.

"Get down here Redding!"

"Now way I'm too much fun! Come on I'll take all of you!" Redding sounds like he's taken his combat stims, maybe all of them because you can hear gurgling and salivation from his comm.

Stupid bastard is in a frenzy now.

Waiting in the smoke and taking potshots while the enemy can't see you the pressure is off.

What do you do?

>save Redding
>Keep moving and flank the coalition soldiers. Redding is expendable

(that's all for tonight once again sorry for how slow everything is)
>

>>2517222
>save Redding

>>2517222
>>save Redding

>>Keep moving and flank the coalition soldiers. Redding is expendable

>>2517222
>>Keep moving and flank the coalition soldiers. Redding is expendable
and >If he somehow survives make sure to punch him. Hard.

>>2517222
>save Redding

>>2517222
Yo could you put up a link for a full archive?

>>2518447
You mean something like this?

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=titanic+tournament

>>2518461
Thanks mang

>>2518339
>>2517746
>>2517330

"Keep Going! I'm going to save Redding!"

Kazuo grabs your arm with one of his oversized metal hands before you can turn to leave.

"Leave him! If he wants to die so bad then let him!"

You pry the giant mitt from your arm and point toward the enemy.

"You move on ahead and flank, Redding is no good to us dead! That's an order!"

Before Kazuo or Schmidt can protest you're already soaring through the air. Weaving between salvos of rockets and sotrms of bullets. Your armor continues to accumualte damage from stray shots, dents and singed craters begin to marr your armor.

When you finally reach Redding he's lost an arm and he's being ganged up by three coalition troopers.

Wordlessly you swing your axe straight through the head of the trooper closest to you. The second turns to take a charged laser blast to the face, and the final turns to face you with Redding beneath him on the ground. His lack of diligence rewards him by getting his head pinched off by Reddings oversized caestus.

"I'm not feeling too good." Gurgling and heavy breathing accompanies everyword.

"Do you have any stabilizers you can take?" Redding nods.

"Take all of them, your stims are overtaxing your heart and you're bleeding out."

Redding nods before collapsing on the ground.

"Fucking idiot."

You throw a tracking beacon on Redding before shoving under some debris. He better hope nothing blows up above him. You doubt someone will find him but that debris won't save him from a stray artillery shell.

You rush off to rejoin your squadmates barking on your comms as you go.

"Status Report! How are we holding!"

"We could use some help here, the bastards are falling back but we've taken heavy casualties!"

Descending from above you slam down onto a lone trooper burrying the barrel into the neck joint before boiling the poor fuck in his armor. Sparks and super heated body fluids spraying from the opening in the armor.

Stained with boiling blood molten metal, you join you comrades as they push the colation forces away.

Unleashing your rockets and beam weapons into the thinning tide of coalition forces until you are upon them.

Grabbing one of the troopers by the arm you twist it at the elbow before hacking it off. The bleeding soldier's life is ended when a solid slug cracks his helmet open. Kazuo and Schmidt follow close behind using you as a shield as they finish off the soldiers you maim or grapple.

Soon enough there are no enemeis left and you get a call from your CO.

"Regroup at the square and rearm! Pods are dropping with supplies and auto repair platforms! We got a clear the rest of this city before sun down!"

Turning to your remaining allies you notice that about 9 excluding you or Redding are left.

On your way to the city center you notice more of your brethren in various states of death or dieing. Little grains of sand among the sea of dead coalition soldiers and civlians killed either by the bombardment or by your comrades.
(1/2)

"Geez man, did we do this?" Schmidt gags at the masses of mutilated corpses strewn around the city.

What do you say?

>Write in? (with a theme)
-something cruel
-something reassuring
-something blunt
-something contemplative

(1/2)

>>2518720
thats supposed to be (2/2)

>>2518720
>Write in?
"Yes, we did do this. I am not going to give you any bullshit about honour or glory. We both know why we did it - it was us or them."

>>2518720
"Our duty is not to ask why, but do what needs to be done."

>>2518739
Supporting.

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>>2518720
>-something contemplative
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKhpE-oNoGY

>>2518739
>>2518750

"Yes, we did do this. I am not going to give you any bullshit about honour or glory. We both know why we did it - it was us or them. We got dropped on this god forsaken rock because there is no path but forward and they are here because they have no choice but to defeat us or die. We're all in this meatgrinder until the last gun is fired gentlemen no doubt about it."

The dead silence that follows as you move toward the city center is only broken by the ocassional grumble or cough.

"War does not decide who is right. It decides who is left."

Kaz once again being philosophical ladie and gentlemen.

"Shut the fuck up Kaz." Your entire unit drones as one.

"Well fuck you all too. Simpletons." Well despite losing probably most everyone you know in the first several hours of combat at least their is one moment of levity in this shitty situation.

Once you touchdown at the city center you plop down into a reapir station and get the armor plating on your suit replaced along with a replacement for the heatsinks on your power core.

Looking out from the pod thousands of power armored warriors buzz around while the first conventional troops start building fortifications and tanks dig in with the ruined buildings as cover.

"Attention all heavy infantry, you get to have a special honor. Since you've fought so well you get to take the city without the veterans getting all the glory. The vets are going elsewhere on world."

"We getting paid extra for this?" You growl over the comms.

"Welcome to big business son. When you do a good job, you get no raise and more work. Life is shit so get used to the smell and taste."

The servos in your armored fists groan in pain from the pressure of clenching your fists.

"Hey what do we do man?" Schmidt looks over at you from his repair pod.

"You listen to me maggot." Minsk finally drags his old ass to greet you with waht remains of your squad. Tyson and sherman follow him so at least no one else died.

"How did the push go?"

Minsk belches from within his armor.

"Shit. Half the group got wiped, and I can fucking see what happended to you. What happened to Reddings?"

"He took all his stims at once and got gang banged. Had to save his ass but he lost an arm and had take all his stablizers or bleed out. Hid him under some rubble to make sure no one shot him while we wrap up this siege."

Minsk actually sounds genuinly annoyed for a second. "Fucking drug addled shithead. Gonna hafta whip him for that one."

Misnk gestures to follow.

"Come on maggots, fall in we got shit to do."

Rising out of the pod fully repaired you follow the sargeant to a loose column of power armored infantry.

"Allright I need volunteers for a mission. Someones gotta run across the ruined outskirts and take out the artillery the enemy is moving towards us. Things will get real fucking greasy if they can dig in and start firing. Anyone who survives gets some new shit and a big bonus to their pension."

>>2520047

The regimental commander pops his helmet open long enough to start smoking looking for raised hands.

What do you do?

>volunteer. you're probably going to die anywat might as well try to get rewarded if you live
>Don't volunter. It's just not worth it man.

>>2520047
>volunteer. you're probably going to die anywat might as well try to get rewarded if you live
fucking bureaucrats man. I want a raise after this.

>>2520057
>volunteer. you're probably going to die anywat might as well try to get rewarded if you live

>>2520070
>>2520060

You raise your hand. Soon a blip on your hud directs you with some others toward the eastern side of the city. You'll need to go all the way around to have a chance of flanking the artillery.

Before you're out of small com range Schmidt asks you a question.

"Can I have your shit after you die?"

"Shut the fuck up Schmidt. Just for that I'm beating your ass when I get back."

Schmidt chuckles darkly.

"I sure hope so man."

Yeah. You hope.

Moving through the outskirts of the city you get a better look at the destruction wrought on the city. All of its big buildings have been knocked over, the shield pylons have melted. The whole place is just one big broken charnel house. Not a single civie or animal in sight.

You hope that something comes out of this battle. You don't even care if it's bad. Just something to at least register that this place got wasted.

Once you get closer to the designated target area you start encountering stragglers from the city defender falling back, and new blood rolling in from outside.

Once you've gotten close enough it becomes clear that you've made a mistake. There's columns of tanks numbering in the hundreds if not thousands. A wave of infantry that stretches to the horizon. Gunships and heavy aerospace fighters zipping through the air, and the giant guns that look like they could be buildings sluggishly rolling toward the city.

Dear god what the fuck did command think that you and maybe a couple hundred heavy infantry could do?

What do you do?
>Go after the tanks. They will be slower targets and even if they can one shot you, you have a better chance at dodging.

>Go through the infantry. Wading through so many will be like running though rain made of bullets, but your armor can hold out for a while.

>Try to ride on and stel one of the flyers

(end for tonight most of my finals are done so I'll be more active tommorrow by 3pm)

>>2520354
>and the giant guns that look like they could be buildings sluggishly rolling toward the city.
Found our target.
Think its possible to abandon our armor with a beacon to our guys with a note? I got this idea to dress up as a shell shocked civilian (a heavily augmented one at that) or an infantry grunt (either one from pillaging the clothes or armor of the dead.
See my idea is to wander past delirious like, try to get close and sabotage the thing.

>>2520403
They're shooting retreating soldier like its WW2 all over again. The commissars are out in force today. Also the chance that they buy the shellshocked civilian disguise is pretty low.

>>2520426
oh
>Try to ride on and stel one of the flyers

>>2520354
>Go after the tanks. They will be slower targets and even if they can one shot you, you have a better chance at dodging.

>>2520354
>>Go after the tanks. They will be slower targets and even if they can one shot you, you have a better chance at dodging.

>>2520354
>>Go after the tanks. They will be slower targets and even if they can one shot you, you have a better chance at dodging.

>>2521159
>>2521147
>>2521079

At least with the tanks you have a chance of dodging the projectiles.

Best to keep a low profile and try to stay low to the ground. Running along the ashen plain you weave and use your thrusters to prevent any of the tanks from drawing a bead on you.

Despite your efforts they still shoot. Guns that could split you apart even in your armor go off. The sounds of their firing are enough to create empty pockets where not air is present. Little vacuums where the hellish noise of battle is silenced right before it comes back to torment you. You decide that its better to just shut off your audio systems and go ahead deaf. That may kill you but it's not like you could hear anything beyond the mess of noise all around anyways.

You don't bother attacking the tanks. Ther're too big and too armored to kill quickly and they're not your target to begin with.

Although you do rush between the tanks and guide their turrets. One of the tanks shooting at you ends up hitting one of the others, the shell must have hit an internal magazine because that tank blew up and sent it's turret crashing into another tank.

The closer you get to the artillery, more tanks start firing at you and more infantry start popping up as well. The volume of fire being launched at you is too great to dodge and small arms fire starts hammering you suit from all sides.

Your not going to survive long getting pelted like this. Eventually your armor will be breached by the torrent of gun and laser fire. Leaping into the air you soar and cut your thrusters.

Bodyslamming into one of the mobile guns you crawl until hatch is found.

Punching a hole you fall down to the floor of the cabin unarmored crew all around shocked that you made it inside.

what do you do?
>kill the crew and hijack the gun.
>Kill the crew and overload the small reactor on board.

>>2521251
>kill the crew and hijack the gun.
We gonna take this out for a joyride yeah?

>>2521251
>>kill the crew and hijack the gun.

>>2521251
>Kill the crew and overload the small reactor on board.

Keep moving. If we stop we are dead.

>>2521251
>Kill the crew and overload the small reactor on board.

>>2521251
>>Kill the crew and overload the small reactor on board.

>>2521272
>>2521294
>>2521303

>blow the gun and move on

Tearing the crew apart was easy. The wet tearing sound pulling their limbs off created makes you want to break down and cry.

The whole time they scream and try to evade. Begging for mercy. You pull them apart like a cruel child does a captued spider.

Once the bloody work is done you start breaking instruments on the consoles and head to the compartment in the back where they can work on the engine. The rumbling engine is connected to an armored block behind it. The reactor. You ounch soem holes in it using your laser and run like hell.

Jumping out of the hole you made, the explosion heats your armor up and you're sure a big piece of shrapnel just lodged itself in your back. You felt something nearly break your spine a second ago.

No matter there are other mobile guns to kill and at the very least the explosion you made captured some oter guns in the blast radius.

You repeat you actions with each gun. Even with the gunships and fighters strafing you. Even with the waves of tanks and troops turning back to stop you. You keep moving. Your attacks become mechanical. Slaughter the crew punch a hole in the reactor, and escape the blast.

Soon you don't see any more guns. Just the angry mass of soldiers and tanks trying to mince you with gunfire.

The sun is hanging low. Night is coming. You don't see any of your comrades. You suspect that you may be the only survivor.

Huh. Now that the job is done you realize that you hadn't thought up an escape plan.

what do you do?

>Just run. Try and make back to the city
>Hold your ground. You will meet your death weapons in hand.

>>2521330
>Just run. Try and make back to the city
If anything, this is where we
>Try to ride on and stel one of the flyers

>>2521330
>Just run. Try and make back to the city

Would it be possible to boost through their formations? Would give them some friendly fire problems.

>>2521330
>Hold your ground. You will meet your death weapons in hand.

>>2521330
>Just run. Try and make back to the city
Collateral damage collateral damage. I wonder how much the army is willing to do in a populated city.

>>2521330
>Just run. Try and make back to the city
Can we take a combte stim?

>>2521401
>populated
There dead Jim. There's no geneva convention or even a sense of overkill to keep this war on the rails. This is just sheer brutality at it's most raw and unfiltered.

>>2521333
>>2521343
>>2521401
>>2521415

No point and waiting to die. You've actually completed your objective even when eveyone else died so that's got to count for something.

You order your suit to start injecting your body with your combat stims. Molten metal courses through your veins and the fuzzyness from exhaustion in your head is replaced with a cold lightning of awareness.

The only thing in your way is a large army.

Shit.

Charginf across the battlefield into the masses of infantry you plow through the coalition line like an angry bull. Crushing unluckly troops beneath your massive metal feet. Swipping those in the way with your axe hacking them to bits with sweeping slashes. Keeping this low prevents the infantry from shooting you on the flat plain, but you still need to use your thrusters to avoid getting turned into paste by tank fire.

Shells the size of grown men wizz by slaughtering dozens of coalition grunts in lrge sprays of blood and gore. At this point your helmets eyeholes are slick with blood and you're pretty sure your bright red from all the human fluids drenching you.

Coming up on a tank you vault over the side and slide over the turret. Some officer type was unlucky enough to have been peeking over the hatch at the time. Your weight and speed took off his upper body and left his pulped body stuck to you.

Ugh you'll need one hell of a hose to get this shit off.

Each passing moment brings you closer to the city limits, the taletell sign of your comrades counterfire rings across the battle field.

"Hey when I come in, try not to shoot me!" The fuzzy responses over your comms don't make much sens but the frantic yelling makes you worried if they will care enough to watch for you will they're emptying there guns into the mass of coalition forces.

You are proven correct when a some of the tanks on your side start firing at you.

They miss but one takes the missile pod on your shoulder from just grazing you.

"Calm the fuck down I'm friendly, I'm friendly!" Your frantic plea doesn't go over. The hail of ordinance and small arms fire remains.

It's only when you jump over a collapsed building and into a mas of heavy infantry that your thruster fail and you roll across the ground before slamming into a wall.

"Don't shoot, for fuck's sake don't shoot!"
You limpy raise your arms, the stim is wearing off.

"Holy shit man is that you!" The sound of Schmidt clambering over to you is only highlighted by some grumbling over the comms.

"Ah hell one came back. We didn't have the money to put in the pension bonus. Command is gonna be pissed."

You black out before you can start strangling anyone.

>battle over
>reviewing your actions in the battle of laman's landing

(1/2)

>>2521451
>you checked your gear on the transport
>You didn't volunteer to jump out first for the drop
>You went above the wall rather than through it
>You prioritized the heavy guns instead of killing the infatry
>You led your comrades into battle
>you decided to save Redding
>You laid out the reality of war without sugar coating it
>You volunteered for the suicide mission
>dodged the tanks rather then the infantry or grabbing the planes
>You blew up the guns quickly rather then hijacking them
>You ran like hell rather than make a last stand

>you generally moved quickly and avoided a slog if you could
>you were pretty scary and did something damn near impossible
>You went the extra mile when you had the opportunity
Based on your performance in this battle Rickert resharpens a skill (trait) he had in the war.

what skill does he retrain?

>Survivalist (Bo3 for defense)
>Lightning reflexes (artful dodger upgrade from +1 to +2)
>Dreaded killer (Bo2 for intimidation)
>Elite fighter (crits on 19 and up)

You won't be able to look at another memory for a while after this but you got a trait out of it.

>>2521474
>Survivalist (Bo3 for defense)

>>2521474
>"Ah hell one came back. We didn't have the money to put in the pension bonus. Command is gonna be pissed."
>Broke back nobles not having the cash
Vengeance shall be sweet

>Elite fighter (crits on 19 and up)

>>2521482
We are still waiting on that pay cheack

>>2521485
broke. back. nobles.

>>2521474
remind me how many credits are owed to Rickert?

>>2521488
after 10 years of service and after getting promoted to a Colonel in charge of one of the most successful units in the war about halfway through.

1 credit but that's a BIG credit. The equivalent of a sizeable fortune in future money. The fact that he took on so many hard cases contributed to that. Not that it mattered since he didn't get paid.

>broke back nobles
House Arnheimer didn't pay partially because they were broke from the war (although they were such misers they never willlingly gave any kind of raises or pension bonuses anyways) and because it would have been porblematic to pay some of their troops after the war for political reasons.

>>2521474
>Lightning reflexes

>>2521536
Do we know if they're still broke back or not? if they are then i want to challenge their titan to a fight and make sure they're broke....er.

>>2521541
They've bounced back since the war. it's been nearly 40 years since then.

It's one of Rickert's secondary goals to beat their best pilot into the ground and humiliate them in the tournament unfortunately none of their pilots are in this round at Polaris. There at one of the other stations also in the first round.

>>2521548
We should call up our buddy and ask him if it'd be cool if he could look into their titan for us. for personal reasons.

>>2521562
Or just set up a fight.....

>>2521594
or that....

I guess now we take a three hour sleep then maybe go to to Polaris to chill or hang out with our friend.

>>2521707
this also
>Lightning reflexes

>>2521713
>>2521538

>you retrain yourself to possess the same lightning reflexes that saved your ass more than one time during the war.

>artful dodger is replaced with lightning reflexes

Your bed sheets are soggy when you wake up. One giant sweat stain covers your bed.

Been a while since you had dreams about the war. Once they had come frequently. The horrors you witnessed playing back everytime you closed your eyes..

But that was a long time ago, and now you have something lese to live. The tournament lies before with the promise of eternal glory. Standing above your lowly origins your destiny is in your hands and ONLY in your hands.

You rise from bed when one of your drones comes to change your sheets.

Time to start your day.

what do you do next?

>go to the artisans (buy equipment/weapons, commission gear)

>Go to polaris (indicate which level you want to visit, I will tell what you can do on each level)

>Hang out with friends and contacts

>>2521802
>Go to polaris (indicate which level you want to visit, I will tell what you can do on each level)

>>2521802
>>go to the artisans (buy equipment/weapons, commission gear)

>>2521877
but anon. we just came back from there not to long ago. what else could we possibly want? shouldn't we be saving credits for the beta upgrade funds?

I'm done for the night. Vote until I get back

>>2521802
>Go to polaris (indicate which level you want to visit, I will tell what you can do on each level)

>>2521810
>>2522193
>go to polaris
Where do you go?

>The uppermost section. It's where all the visiting nobles spend most of their time. Real swanky place
>---Go socialize with nobles. While it pains you to do so, making contacts is important, and the last time went well (about as much as it could).
>---look for a quick duel
>---try to sell some of your excess titan equipment for some cash

>The upper-middle section. Most of the stations operations including the tourney commision are there. Not much for fun, but there are lots of fans and officials here.
>---Tourney office. See if they are planning any extra events or look at registration records to check out the competition.
>---Go to one of the lounges where fans meet up to get something to eat and try to get a feel for the local fighting scene.
>---look at the betting pools and see if you can't make some money.

>Lower-middle section. Shopping, regular restaurants and entertainment are all found here. if you want to mingle with ordinary people and forget about work you'll find it in spades.
>---Go to one of the amusement parks. They have several types and there will be all sorts of people to meet.
>---Go to a recreation park to play some friendly sport games or relax.
>---Go out and do some leisure shopping. You have more money then you would ever need for mundane items anyways.

>The lowest section. Filled with engineers, gearheads and sailors. Not much for high culture, but there's still plenty to do.
>---Go to the arenas to race, or fight or just watch.
>---Go look for some quality drink. There's another contest coming up.
>---Look at the workshops for some pointers and new ideas.

>>2522763
>---look for a quick duel
Let's see if we can find an ignorant uppity cunt we can put in their place.

>>2522763
>---Go to one of the lounges where fans meet up to get something to eat and try to get a feel for the local fighting scene.

What if we made Rickert gay?

>>2522763
>Lowest Section
>Look at the workshops

>>2522841
>mfw if not gay for Algol. It's mutual.

>>2522841
To be honest him being gay wouldn't affect much if anything at all.

His sexual orientation isn't essential or even relevant to his character and to be honest I would avoid romance if possible. I'm not an especially good writer and I can't imagine making a romantic subplot that wouldn't be trite, forced or uninteresting.

I mean if you want Rickert to shack up with someone that's fine but it won't be at the forefront of the quest although that's probably a given considering this isn't a dating quest or what have you.

>>2523025
>gay for algol
Considering that the quasi AI was born partially out of Rickert's thoughts and repressed anger that may be more of a case of masturbation or incest of some kind.

>>2523046
>robot incest maturation with Titan son
Whoa

>>2523092
Just so we're clear I'm not gonna take this into some magical realm. This qst not /d/. The wierd robot porn can be left to other degenerates on thie website.

Anyone else want to vote? Cause we have a three way tie, just another vote will do doesn't need to be 3.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

have you tried a d3?

>>2523373
I just wanted some more anon participation or get a lurker to jump in but yeah a die will do I've already done that a few times.

I'll take yours.

The third option was going down to the workshops.

>you go to the lowest level ad look at the workshops

>witing

Weeks before when you visited the lower sections of the station with Neil you noticed that there was an ad for an engineering fair of sorts.

Mechanics, engineers, industrial staff, and grease monkeys all hobknobbing around trading advice, inventions, and secrets.

You may be an artisan in all but name, but there's no such thing as an perfection when it comes to crafts. There are always new techniques, tweaks, and fancy inventions to be found.

Considering that the upcoming gap between rounds is ever approaching, picking the brains of the best craftsmen and craftswomen in the sector will go a long way of giving you an edge in the later parts of the tournament.

Once your shuttle arrives at the lower level, and your trek to the workshop is completed, you are greeted by a a vast array of self contained work spaces.

Inside each metallic structure are various machine tool and construction apparatus. Multi segemented arms and 3-d fabrication chambers, atomic furnaces, and self contained manufacturing units. People from hundreds of planets shuffling in and out of the workshops, trading plans and talking shop.

There are so many different stations it's hard to decide what to do first.

what do you visit first?

>The material modification seminar (concerns itself with durability and structural integrity, can be used to increase damage resistance and health on Algol)

>Mega particle physics and mechanical forces lecture (concerns itself with upgrading weapon damage and giving additional traits for Algol )

>Theoretical and applied super science (concerns itself with developg new and interesting titan equipment and weapons)

>>2523485
>>Theoretical and applied super science (concerns itself with developg new and interesting titan equipment and weapons)
Big weapon times

>>2523485
>>Mega particle physics and mechanical forces lecture (concerns itself with upgrading weapon damage and giving additional traits for Algol )

>>2523485
>Mega particle physics and mechanical forces lecture (concerns itself with upgrading weapon damage and giving additional traits for Algol )

>>2523498
>>2523499

The quaint circular room holding the lecture had a arge holotable in the center. There were at least 4 senior faculty from the Polaris techincal University located on station as well as 4 guest speakers from other planets. You even notice that one of the prfoessors was from the same planet Neil was.

The symposium lasts for six hours with each expert presenting new findings, including their own work on the nature of mechanical forces and how new designs greatly increased the ability for motors and machines to exert force.

The section dedicated to forms of charged particles that could be used as weapons or for new forms of communication and sub atomic oberservation were also discussed.

The entire time you dutifully copy notes and draw models from the exmaples provided on the holo table.

By the time you return to your fortress you spend several days dissecting the new information.

>roll 1d20 Bo2 beat DC:14
If you beat this DC you'll get the trait for Algol in time for the next match. It will be even better if you crit succeed.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2523965

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2523965

>>2523965
Can we do something similar to what we did during the Beta Titan infiltration mission? Can we replace a few weapon slots for heavy armor?

>>2523973
>>2524020

>Success!

Through your study and application of these new scientific concepts you were able to modify Algol and improve upon your titan

what trait do you take?

>Advanced internal servomotors (+1d? for melee attacks)
>Energy condenser and particle charger (+1d? for energy and projectile attacks)

>>2524026
I'll consider it when the match comes up, I'll probably do it and allow the NPCs to do it too especially if they don't use a lot of weapons beyond a few (like a lot of melee purists).

>>2524033
>melee purists
hhhnnnggg. you don't know how much I want the Advanced internal servomotors. Yeah I'm gonna vote for that.

>>2524028
>>Energy condenser and particle charger (+1d? for energy and projectile attacks)
Alpha strike baybeee

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2524051
>>2524038
I doubt anyone else will vote right now so I'll roll off

1.servo
2.energy condenser

>>2524108
> You gain the titan trait: Advanced internal servomotors (+1d? for melee attacks)

Taking time to work on Algol like you normally do You apply some of what you learned in order to refine Algol's internal motor systems. With these improved servos Algol's overall strength and attack power will be greater.

Looking upon an internal diagram of your Titan brings a single tear to your eye.

what do you do?

>go to the artisans (buy equipment/weapons, commission gear)

>Go to polaris (indicate which level you want to visit and what you want to do on that level, you may use the options that were provided before)

>Hang out with friends and contacts

Just so you know you have 2 more actions until the third round.

>>2524127
If we can reattend the engineering fair I'd love to learn more about making unique weapons, if not I'll vote for
>Upper-Middle Section
>Betting Pools

>>2524127
>Go to polaris (indicate which level you want to visit and what you want to do on that level, you may use the options that were provided before)
>The uppermost section. It's where all the visiting nobles spend most of their time. Real swanky place
>---look for a quick duel

>>2524141
>>2524146

Since you have 2 actions left before the the 3rd match would you be willing to take both of these actions?

Betting pool for the match then find some schmuck to duel.

>>2524181
Works for me

>>2524181
same. works for me.

>>2524184
>>2524196
>betting

"Hey Neil." While on your way to the betting pits you decide to call up Neil. He's mentioned in some of your conversations that he's done some betting on matches. He's been checking the odds.

"Yeah Rickert, what's up?"

"What are the odds on me....doing....something I guess? Maybe scoring lots of points."

Neil laughs and audibly slaps his knee.

"Never heard you sound so uncertain Rickert. You never gamble before?"

You grunt. "Never on titans. I don't know where the real money is at."

"It's about match ups Rickert. It's all about match ups. You want to make some real dough you gotta fight someone with some skin in the game, one of the contenders."

You arrive at an open terminal and place an ID card.

>Place a bet?

who do you bet on beating and how much? (max is 10 credits) (if you win you get what put in and the odds worth 1:1 you get what you put in and the same amount again. Same Rules apply for bigger odds)

>Horst Grimmly (odds 1:3)
>Ryuji Akashido (odds 1:1)
>Robert Highhall (odds 1:1)
>Arthur Dorn (odds 1:2)
>Ares Eustamachus (odds 1:2)

Consult the first thread for the contenders save Alexandra
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2414295/

I'm done for the night I'll do the duel tommorrow and then wrap up the thread. See you anons.

>>2524264
quick question. well we be able to install the claws before round 2 and possibly a few of the other equipment?

>>2524374
Yup. Since you got the orders in they got completed in time. They are in your inventory right now after all.

>>2524412
Hmmm...I need to think on this some more.

Titan:
Monstrous strength (+4 to melee damage and strength checks)
Unrelenting might (Bo3 when making melee and strength checks instead of Bo2)
Storm Devil Claws (1d10 damage per fist add both melee bonus damage and energy bonus damage)
Advanced internal servomotors (+1d? for melee attacks)
Kaiju Claws (claws taken from and integrated from Indra, Herald of Thunder) base: 1d10 melee damage (not sure if I got the damage right and if it does thunder dmg)

Pilot:
Super soldier (+2 to offensive rolls)
Lightning reflexes (artful dodger upgrade from +1 to +2)
Sharp shooter (Bo3 for shooting rolls)
Menacing Presence (+2 to intimidation rolls)
Pugilist (Bo4 for strength rolls involving striking)

Armament (6 slots)+holster (current)

2 shoulder: 2x combustion rays (3d6+3 energy damage shoulder mounted weapons, armor piercing)

2 torso: 2x shock cannons (3d6, paralyzing charge)

2 arm: Durendal (2d10+3 melee damage, two handed, re-roll damage, armor piercing, upgradeable)

1 Holster: Fusion Lance (3d10+5 energy damage, two handed, charge attack, armor piercing. Piercing shot)

Equipment (4 slots) (current)

1. Sleipnir Engines (thrusters (beta class) that can allow you to move with devestating speed, +5 to melee damage, +2 to defense rolls, allows for fast movement and high jumping for a beta class titan)

2. Regenerating Armor Core (+10 HP per turn in battle up to your base health)

3. Nano Forged Adamantium plate (+5 universal damage resistance)

4. N/A DUE TO BETA CLASS EQUIPMENT

isn't the base unarmed damage for most titans a 1d8 or something? so the kaiju claws from Indra bump up the pain die from a d8 to d10 if my memories are correct? (I check the first thread) Saving this loadout for the future.

Also going to bet 10 credits on our fight against Grimmly. Go big or go home I guess.

>>2524557
The kaiju claws are from the gamera expy. The storm devil claws are from Indra and apply to both of your fists.

>>2524584
how did i fucking miss that.

>>2524557
>10 on Grimmly
The contender with the most skin in this round. You read his specs before, but you imagine he's bulked up due to the waves of ransom he must have recieved. Out of all the pilots in the tournament he's probably the strongest. Win or lose it will be one hell of a fight.

>you leave after placing your bet

Once your outside the holoscreen outside changes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgaADYdRl8c

>Algol vs. Ursa Major: The Devil vs. The Beast Pay Per View

Damn that was fast. While you walk back to your shuttle, you wait for the merch stall to start popping out of the ground.

>You arrive at the uppermost level of the station

Once again in your nice sunday getup you wander around the area. That park you were at wouldn't be the place to challenge pilots. That's just a place to relax and socialize after all children and family were present after all. Hardly the place to challenge someone to combat.

The directory should be able to help. You just need to look for the areas that service pilots specifically.

When you see a place called the dueling arena you groan. Alright that was more straight forward than you thought it would be.

By the time you arrive at the arena you realize that it is fact not an arena. The building is a three story manse of somekind. A bright freshly white painted exterior and a gate guarded by several men in colored tunics. From the multiple colors they must belong to different houses.

Approaching the gate the guards block your path.

"Halt! This place is reserved for those competing in the tournament! If you're here to gawk you must do so else where sir!"

"I am a pilot you imbecile, now out of my way."

The guard does not move, his comrades begin to form a human barrier to the manse.

"I highly doubt that sir, you're not the first to make that claim and I'm sure you won't be the last, now move along."

The pulse of the man's life's blood feels rather dull in your grip. You had grasped the man by his throat reflexively.

"Listen here you little pissant, I'm Rickert Volgunsen and if wish to keep you legs and arms pointing the right way you're going to let me in. And to the rest of you if you wish to bar my path you lot can expect to get the same treatment I gave the men on Menthus secundus."

The all visibly pale at that remark. Not surprising because at Menthus you were using incindiery shells and ordinance during most of the campaign. Melting men inside their own skin and armor. Liquid flesh and the like dribbling from the breaches, all in all quite nasty.

"Sir, Rickert Volgunsen is already present in the building. he's been coming here for some time."

You release the man. You remain completely still for a time.

"Is that so." There is no inflection or tone to your voice. It's quite mechanical.

"Then I must mee thim then." You produce you key card containing you pilot information.

"Ah yes you can come in....." You raise your hand.

"Read it. Do not merely give me entrance. Read it."

The card is read and your portrait appears along with Algol.

"Oh dear. Well it would appear we have made a mistake. We apologize sir. We're not station security so we just assumed that when he produced the card that..."

You raise your hand again.

"No need. I shall handle this. Please let me through." The wall of men parts.

As you approach the front door, you hear the man behind you whispering and exchaning money.

"Thought that guy was too short to be the real thing."

"That guy inside is gonna die isn't he?"

"I hope so, he's been a complete cunt everytime he's shown up."

(1/2)

Within the manse you continue through from the entrance down a straight hallway. The floor is tiled with exotic alien stone that is a soft green almost emerald color with shiny crystal impurities.

Along the walls are works of art and a handful of scale titan models. Each is near as large as you, depicting the titans of previous champion fighters who made it to the final round of the tournament.

Further down the hallway you begin to hear the vaccuous chatter of the upper class.

The room at the end of the hallway, is decadently furnished with gilded baroque chairs, tapestries and rugs so thick you could probably sleep on them comfortably.

The atmosphere makes you want to vomit in disgust.

In the cente rof the room is a raised circular platform, with two painted squared several feet from the center.

That must where two nobles formally challenge each other. Not unreasonable, they would need to leave the station to actually fight in their titans, the terms and conditions could be made here however.

Peering through the crowd you can't make out anyone you know. None of the contenders seem to be present, and the Harper siblings aren't present either.

You'll need to actively search for your impersonator.

what do you do?

>Approach one of the other pilots and ask where "Rickert" is.
>Ask one of the wait staff where "Rickert" is.
>Go up to the challenge platform then call the imposter out.

This decision is a matter of how reserved and private you want to make this encounter (think carefully is all I'm gonna say).

>>2525559
>Ask one of the wait staff where "Rickert" is.

>>2525559
>Go up to the challenge platform then call the imposter out.
Easyest and most liky fastest.
Also itl it work to detear anyone pulling this shit again.
Would the real ricket stand up

>>2525559
>Ask one of the wait staff where "Rickert" is.

>>2525570
>>2525562
Y do you wana just ask the staff?
Arnt we going to kill this guy any ways? Way not just call his bitch ass out in front of everyone

>>2525575
so he doesn't get the chance to flee when we call him out and realize we're here.

>>2525575
Because he is probably ready for us to do just that. No doubt the impostor had a reason for coming here, it might be best not to play straight into their hand.

Besides, this doesn't stop us killing him

>>2525562
>>2525570

>asking one of the wait staff

retreating to a side hallway, you scan around for a footman or other waitstaff. Soon enough one of the poshy manservants appears and you confront him.

"Sir may I have a moment of your time?"

The waiter jumps slightly when he notices you. Looming over him menacingly.

"Um..uh.. yes sir what can I do for you today." He wheezes out, posture reduced and knees shaking slightly.

"Where is Rickert Volgunsen right now? Also do not merely tell me point him out."

The waiter leads you back into the main room and points out a figure surrounded by a small crowd. You can vaguely see a hairline peaking from behind the wall of people. Smug bastard must be talking himself up.

You could wait for the imposter to break off and you could approach him in private. Or you could simply enter the knot of pilots and approach directly.

what do you do?

>approach privately
>approach immediately

>>2525710
>>approach immediately

>>2525710
>approach immediately
Gonna enjoy this. Approach the little shit and pretend you're a fan.

>>2525710
>approach immediately

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>>2525711
>>2525713
>approach immediately
>Rickert is not pleased at all at what he sees

No need to wait. if anything else you can play along and wait for the smarmy bastard to slip up so you can expose him.

You don't bother being polite, and shoulder your way through the crowd and.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6CaTL29_FQ

>You know that man

>You KNOW that man

>Sigurd Arnheimer

>THE RUNT

This little shit has been enountered before. He was far from being a good pilot, and so he tried his hand at being a general.

So many died because he couldn't take a hint and listen to his advisors. So much wasted effort because he relaid the wrong god damned orders.

That smug apple cheeked bastard had taken the credit for the commando raid on the enemy dreadnought that then careened into the enemy army and turned the campaign on Stultz into a success.

HE took credit for the plan.

>Be wary because in this situation Rickert is liable to more than just kill him. Ripping a man to pieces on the station will bring harsh consequences, you are not above the law on an imperial station.

what do you do?

>challenge Sigurd on the spot.

>expose him (what do you say)

>write in

>>2525756
>Ripping a man to pieces on the station will bring harsh consequences, you are not above the law on an imperial station.
what about bruises and hairline fracture in his shoulder bones in we give him a nice friendly squeeze to the shoulder?

>challenge Sigurd on the spot.
>lay in the barely suppressed rage and sarcasm
Oh wow! Are you THE Rickert Volgunsen! I've been looking all over for you! You *MUST* give me the chance for a duel.

>>2525773
supporting both actions

>>2525756
>challenge Sigurd on the spot.

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>>2525779
>>2525773
>>2525855


The sound of your hand clapping Sigurd on the back echoes through the room.

You feel his collar bone creak beneath your grip when you grasp his shoulder.

"Oh wow! Are you THE Rickert Volgunsen! I've been looking all over for you! You *MUST* give me the chance for a duel."

The deep rumble of your voice is considerably more gravelly. Your posture is ramrod straight and your face is locked into a vicious smile.

Sigurd's face looks petulant for a moment until he recognizes you.

You have to hold him in roder to prevent his escape.

"Hey now. Mr. Volgunsen I saw your fight with that Wallers guy and I have to say that was some fancy dodging you did, and that fist fight with the kaiju was top stuff. I gotta ask for a duel especially since you've become so popular. I mean with everything you've collected one little duel would be a good warm up for the coming match.

Sigurd tries to keep up his facade. Straightening his back and holding the smug smile he had on before.

You have him in a bind now, if he says no he will lose face in front of his peers from bragging about YOUR victories, and being exposed. If he says yes chances are you'll rip him and his titan apart.

"Uh... Yeah I'd be glad too, but umm... I was gonna meet someone today. You see I have a date of sorts so..."

Your grip intensifies and the sound of his bones creaking is audible to the crowd. Your barely contained rage escapes somewhat.

"We have a score to settle whelp. You have two choices, accept my challenge for insulting my honor or reject and forfeit you life. If you want to leave with your head on your shoulders you're going to agree wto fight me. So get on that fucking platform and let's talk terms."

You release Sigurd. He trembles before hurriedly scanning all around. The crowd watches almost hypnotized unblinking and jaws dropped. A death threat like this means that there's some kind of blood feud.

You lock eyes with Sigurd until he shuffles to the platform with you.

>offer terms (write in)
Your terms are the what you want from your opponent and what you're willing to part with if you lose.

>>2525922
Shouldn't we both just bet our lives?

>>2525939
do the death? yes.

>>2525922
>offer terms (write in)
Sadly my collection isn't as expansive as your own, so make things fair I suggest we fight with no weapons and equipment on our titans.
The winner takes all, including the losers life.

I wonder if he's going to pass this up. If he thinks Algol won't be fully equipped to murder, then I hope he takes a bite out of the bate.

>>2525968
Bit confused, if we die doesn't he already get all our shit? Or are we dictating the terms of the fight?
>>2525922
I'm just unsure what we're supposed to be offering terms here for

>>2525978
>He was far from being a good pilot, and so he tried his hand at being a general.
That's true, but the same could be said if he dies. The Runt is pretending to be Rickert so I figured that if we can get him to agree -regardless of the fact hes pretending to be us- we'll still get his shit. I think. It's weird.

We're pretty much setting the ground rules for this fight. do we want to fight with only melee. do we want to fight with only guns. all equipment. no equipment. probably almost anything we set would be legal so long as both duelists agree.

>>2525978
In the tournament you get one piece of gear from your opponent. The rules of courtesy and tournament law usually prevents you from killling an opponent who yields.

With duels you put up your gear or money or both and try to get your opponent to put up a roughly equivalent wager in cash or gear.

Also you need to clarify what kind of duel this is an if there are any specific stipulations (weapon specific, melee or shooting only, no gear at all).

Fight to first blood (for a given definition of blood for giant robots)

Fight to the finish (where one opponent is either unable to battle or yields)

Fight to the death (self explanatory although this usually mean winner takes all but not always)

>>2526012
No gear, fight to the finish

>>2526012
whatever isn't permanently attached to the titan (no weapons or equipment)
Fight to the death (self explanatory although this usually mean winner takes all but not always)

what do you mean by 'not always'?

>>2526038
>not always
Sometimes if there is some level of respect between two warriors in a death match, they only take some choice items and allow the titan and the remaining gear to go to the fallen pilot's next of kin

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>>2526058
>respect
>this guy

>>2526061
Oh yeah Rickert fucking hates this guys guts big time. It takes just about every ounce of willpower to not rip and tear his guts right now out of pure spite and hate.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2526017
>>2526038
>no gear, fox only, final destination

rolling 1d2 for fight to the finish or death match
1=fight to the finish
2=fight to the death

>>2526012
Fight to the finish (where one opponent is either unable to battle or yields)
Use what ever you got currently equipded on your titan
Winer will take any and al holdings, titles and the loser must drop out of the to tournament

>>2526098
Fight to death it is then
Damm work keeping me busy

>>2526112
>loser must drop out of the to tournament
is that's the case, would we have to drop out since he's using our name? I find fighting to the death a whole lot simpler.

>>2526134
Its more to get his ass out of here
Since im sure his real name and things will come to light.
I mean we can put up all our shit for the death fight as well

"Sadly my collection isn't as expansive as your own, so make things fair I suggest we fight with no weapons and equipment on our titans.
The winner takes all, including the losers life."

Sigurd for a moment looks unsure, but he looked considerate. He must be counting on your inexperience to overcome you, or that the your threat will be reduced without any weapons or equipment. But then again he may just be blinded by greed. Getting all of the gear you have would actually be a worthy addition for his family.

"I accept these terms. Mr...." Sigurd is grinning. He thinks he's back in control.

You smile.

"Sigurd, Sigurd Arnheimer"

Your opponent grits his teeth, but remains silent although the shit eating grin he had is gone now.

"Very well. When will we begin?" Sigurd chokes out.

"Immediately at the designated world."

You step down from the platform and swiftly exit, avoiding the crowd and making your way to your shuttle.

Deep within you are pleased. A small revenge no matter how small is still revenge. One step closer. One step closer.

>Time passes and you move your fortress into position over the appointed planet.

The moment you returned home you alerted the station authority to your plans.

The station commander accepted the legitimacy of your duel. The death warrants are signed. Also Sigurd's little stunt is going on record, the tournament authorities and the imperial magistrate don't like it when nobles stir the pot on their turf.

You slam into the planet in your customary fashion, the sea of ash and smoke following Algol dutifully, wrapping around his terrible frame like a cloak.

From the opposite side of the planet Sigurd appears, his titan moving toward you slowly and purposfully.

A voice echoes through your chamber.

"Let it be known. This is a sanctioned deathmatch. The emperor has sealed this accord and it may only be payed in blood. Pilot Volgunsen claims that he has been dishonored by Pilot Arnheimer by his theft of identity and seizure of battle honors before peerage. Let it be known and let it be settled according to imperial justice."

The fight begins, Algol's fearsome visage sparks with lightning, claws glowing balefully.

Across from you Sigurd take up a stance with Tusk. The titan is a bone white machine, with thick sturdy limbs. Its head is a cyclops head complete with tusks. The feet are elepahntine, rounded with no toes. The yellow eye brightens and approaches.

>You face Tusk piloted by Sigurd Arnheimer
>100HP

>Algol:100HP

What do you do?

>Fisticuffs (make 2 1d10+4 melee attack)

>Strength attack (specify what kind, base damage is 2d10+4 can get bigger based on what you write in)

>>2526192
>>Strength attack (specify what kind, base damage is 2d10+4 can get bigger based on what you write in)
Counter his first swing, then holding his titan's arm attempt to chop it off with a mighty swing

>>2526134
>>2526185
Just so you know Sigurd isn't even in the tournament here at polaris. Rickert checked when he first signed up to see if he'd get lucky and be able to get some payback.

Sigurd heard about Rickert's sucess and remembered who he was, so he decided to play a trick and try to ruin his reputation while also benefitting by acting like a tought guy. Sigurd was womanizing with female noblewomen and pilots as well as bragging incessantly, on top of that he was also try to make money by merchandising Algol and trying to make bets in your name.

>In addition to being a dick he's also kinda dumb
>the rest of his family are much smarter than him and he will not be missed although they will be quite pissed at losing tusk.

>>2526192
>Fisticuffs (make 2 1d10+4 melee attack)
The Advanced internal servomotors will give us a sweet two 2d10+4. I want to aim at the torso

>>2526210
Switching out my vote for this, except instead of karate chopping it off we try to tear off the arm.

>>2526216
>2d10+4 damage
You are correct sir I made a mistake.

>>2526228
I just want to get rid of both of his titan's arms, kick him over and stomp the shit out of the place where the pilot is located.

>>2526232
I just want to dig Algols claws into the abdomen of Tusk and tear it in half.

>>2526232
something like this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eN-0e0R60G4
skip to 0:13

>>2526255
>>2526240
I have a feeling that might not aid us in reselling the titan, but would be sick to see if we could pull that off

>>2526262
You don't have to worry about it. We're going to use the Regenerating Armor Core to repair Hector and Tusk after this fight.

>>2526240
>Take it! Take it All! My anger my hate and all my sorrow!
>Erupting! Devil! Finger!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjjebXD5Quw

>>2526228
>>2526210

>roll 1d20+4 Bo3

Rolled 9 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2526293

Rolled 9 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2526293

Rolled 10 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2526293

Rolled 7, 3 + 1 = 11 (2d20 + 1)

>>2526369
rolling for for Sigurd
1d20+1 Bo2

>>2526380
>>2526369
>14>8 you beat his roll
roll 2d20+4 for damage get at least 30 to rip off the arm.

Rolled 19, 20 + 4 = 43 (2d20 + 4)

>>2526388
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cjbSgy3vSw

>>2526393
>43 damage right off the bat.
Damn son.

Rolled 15, 11 + 4 = 30 (2d20 + 4)

>>2526388
already factoring in the Advanced internal servomotors or is this something different?

>Sigurd loses an arm

>>2526407
This factoring in the servo motors (you have 2d20+4 not 2d10+4)

You are upon Sigurd before he can even put up his guard.

Your lightning fast right hand nearly turns Tusk's head all the around. The sound of servos and mechanisms grinding in pain.

Before Tusk can be sent flying you clasp one of Algol's clawed mitts on Tusk's shoulder and the other on tusk's forearm.

The bone colored titan reels back and loses balance but remains in place soley because you hold on.

"You never should have come here Sigurd. You would have lived longer."

Digging your claw into both parts of the titan you pull it off. The entire arm tearing free of its rounded socket.

>Tusk :100-43=57HP
>tusk loses an attack and takes a -2 to attack rolls

what do you do next?

>Fisticuffs (same as before)

>Strength attack (same deal as before)

>>2526474
>>Strength attack (same deal as before)
The other arm must come off

>>2526474
>Strength attack (same deal as before)
lets 'disarm' him

Rolled 5, 4 + 1 = 10 (2d20 + 1)

>>2526483
>>2526481

>next verse same as the first

roll 1d20+4 Bo3 beat his 2 rolls

Rolled 9 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2526492

Rolled 9 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2526492

>>2526300
>>2526351
>>2526496
>>2526498
>9999
COME ON ONE MORE 9 BABY!
...or 13 depending on how you want to look at it.

>>2526504
>>2526498
>>2526496
what the fuck is with all of these 9 rolls?

Rolled 13 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2526507
anotha one

>>2526524
>17>6 you beat his roll again
roll 2d20+4 damage get atleast 30 to rip other arm off.

Rolled 2, 14 + 4 = 20 (2d20 + 4)

>>2526532

Rolled 19, 3 + 4 = 26 (2d20 + 4)

>>2526532

Rolled 10, 1 - 1 = 10 (2d20 - 1)

>>2526572
>57-20=37HP
No arm tear but he takes a bad hit.

You slam Sigurd with the arm of his won titan. A massive dent forms on Tusk's torso.

You drop the arm and attempt to grab at his remaning arm, but ultimately Sigurd is able to flail out of the way.

Sigurd digs in and attempts a hook toward Algol's head.

>he makes 1d20-1 Bo2 to attack beat his rolls

>roll 1d20+2 Bo2

>>2526596
>nat 1 auto fail both rolls
man Sigurd sucks and I'm not even trying to make him suck

>>2526600
It seemed he never improved. What do we roll now?

>>2526604
just roll once and don't nat 1

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2526610

>>2526611
counter attack
>roll 1d20+4 for damage

Rolled 20 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2526613

>>2526613
Guy should be at less than 20HP and hasn't landed a hit. I bet he's real scared now. I want to use Algol's claws to tear a hold in Tusks' chest and pull out the bunker.

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>>2526626
37-24=13HP
>>2526635
You are correct sir.

Sigurd's punch is slow and sloppy. Ducking beneath the wide punch you lay and overhand punch right into Tusk's cyclopean face.

The strike is so hard that Tusk literally flips in the air twice before skitting onto the gound in a metal heap.

Pathetic.

(I'll wave anymore fighting Sigurd's ass is grass and anymore time is just wasted.)

How do you finish him off?

>write in

>>2526653
Punch into his chest, pull out pilot bunker, crush in hand

>>2526653
Pull out his bunker, place it in one of Algol's palms, delicately tear open a you sized hole with the off hand claw.
Don your power armor and proceed to beat him to death.

>>2526635
>>2526657
>KALI MA! KALI MA!

You give Sigurd enough time to stand up before plunging your fist into the massive dent in Tusk's torso.

The sound of crunching metal is is followed by massive electrical discharge and superheated fluids that glow neon.

No point in wasting your breath gloating, Sigurd has always been a loser and this fight was such a dissapointment that even insulting or tormenting him verbally wouldn't even be fun.

You pull the cockpit chamber out, and looking upon it you have an idea.

Carefully digging one of Algol's fingers into the side you open up the top of the chamber. Until a little insignificant figure pop out and repels down onto Algol's hand.

It takes some time but Sigurd is stuck, and so you don your warsuit the very same you wore when you drafted YOUR plan to crash the dreadnought those years ago.

Descending upon Sigurd in his light evo suit you beat him. Severely.

Each bone shattering punch and stomp sends splinters of bone flying. You grab each limb and tear them off, spraying blood over your suit. You don't stomp until nothing remains but viscera.

Ah. Delicious.

Now you may return and bask in your revenge. This loss will sting upon house Arnheimer greatly even if it the bungler who died. Exposing him as a fraud who impersonated someone else to ride his coattails will disgrace the main family greatly.

>the duel is finished and you lay claim to everything he came with.

>you gain
>Tusk: The Bone Giant, Delta class titan
weapons
>2x heavy auto cannons
>2x double laser cannons
>1x kaiju bone club (2d10+3 melee damage, Upgradeable)
equipment
>Heavy armor (+25HP)
>heavy shield (+2 to defense)

He wasn't well equiped but that's because he's the runt, the family would'nt dare give him anything too important or expensive for fear he would lose or destroy them somehow.

>end of session I'll start again saturday the 12 of may at 12pm EST

Since these sessiosn tend to last several days at a time I'll do 1 session every other week.

I have been considering doing a second quest on the off week. A quest that focuses on you're PC being a singular adventurer looking to accomplsih an ambition being let loose in a sandbox fantasy world, where the anons just explore and build a party and accomplish an ambition of some kind, like becoming a ruler or a the greatest blacksmith or something.

>>2526720
I'd be down for a blacksmithing quest, not sure if an adventure sandbox would gain that much traction considering how many of those there are.

>>2526720
I mean i would quest that

>>2526720
A second quest? I'd be down for that. Maybe a blacksmith orc looking to carve his name in history. Don't know it's got to be something both the QM and players will like.

>>2526726
Hmmm. The only quests that I really follow, are warlord quest (hopefully it isn't dead), Templar quest (even if the updates are one night only and somewhat short), elf slave quest (because it's got some decent writing and feels), and male gunpowder fantasy (because it does the yankee in king arthur's court idea pretty well and also has decent writing).

Those aren't sand boxes to me because they have a fairly strong plot hook that keeps the plot moving at a brisk pace except the male gunpowder and warlord quests. And even then both male gunpwder and warlord focus have their PC involved with either a home base and staring faction (warlord) or a heavily established storyline with few avenues for progession due to the limitations of the setting and quest concept (gunpowdet).

Now that is my impression on those quests on a conceptual level.

Also not to degrade or insult them, I enjoy all of them a good deal, and they are pretty good quests, especially in comparison to the joke quests that pop up from time to time that get less than 50 replies before just clogging the the front page.

Are their any quests you anons are lurking or participating in that is also a sandbox?

>>2526750
>orc
I was thinking for a sword and sorcery quest with an emphasis on each human country being the mythologized version of their real life equivalent.

(greece is heroic greece, germany and scandia is midgard, etc.)

>>2526757
I'm familiar with Warlord quest. Not so much Templar, Elf Slave and gunpowder. What are they about?

Hey man. Run whatever quest you want. Sword and Scorcery sounds just as dope.

>>2526764
>templar quest
the PC is a Black Templar/black iron tarkus guy who is very stoic and silent (but not a mute) who is on the frontier in a fairly standard high fantasy setting with dragons, elves and such.

The PC has built a party and is the plot has been focusing on the conflict between frontier humans and elves, and a group of demi humans with animal features (more catgirl then furry) which involves the quests waifu a ranger girl who kust got her wolf ears and learns about the demi human community, also an adorable wizard child who is best daughteru

>elf slave
An amateur unliscensed alchemist ina gritty high fantasy setting tries to make ends meet buys a slave (a horribly abused and tormented elf girl) to do his house work while he gets involved with possible organized crime and the trouble of being an orphan with little formal schooling in a frontier town while having lots of heart warming moments and quest posts about as quality as you can get on this mogolian cave drawing board.

>male gunpowder fantasy
a modern engineer gets reincarnated (twice because he died once) into the world of A song of ice and fire and uses his real world knowledge of science and engineering to make gunpowder weapons and later a advanced 16-18th century ship, as well as dress up like a commissar and abuse the shit out of knowing historical events in the plot of the books. (its the "A Conneticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court" but in westeros and basically follows the same idea, a modern engineer gets thrown into primitive setting and uses technology to make profit and engage in shits and giggles)

See you anons. Have a nice evening.

>>2526838
You too

Here's my other quest I'm starting.

>>2532496