Robotech Crossover question

[SRoss]

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

[Kargan3033]

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

Sorry but I did not find the anime you linked to all that funny.

[SRoss]

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

Sorry but I did not find the anime you linked to all that funny.

Yeah, that one was more miss then hit...

I think I needed to set the scene more...

BTW: Has anyone noticed the Japanese seem to have more of an obsession with **** size then we do?

[Kargan3033]

BTW: Has anyone noticed the Japanese seem to have more of an obsession with **** size then we do?

Not only that but it seems that the anime now a days that is geared towards guys and nothing more then a T&A fest of violent unfeminine females with a pitful to no plot or story line that guys ususaly like.

Don't get me worng I enjoy a bit, A BIT of fan service like any other guy but given that most animes now a days is rife with female on male violence of verying degrees and mindless T&A it's no wonder why I don't like anime any more.

[Alpha 11]

Its been a crazy ride!

True but would you have it any other way?

With cupholders.

Yep, you can't forget the *Holy* cupholders.

That would be the bloodcatchers from the altar of sacrifice.

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

Sorry but I did not find the anime you linked to all that funny.

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

Sorry but I did not find the anime you linked to all that funny.

Yeah, that one was more miss then hit...

I think I needed to set the scene more...

BTW: Has anyone noticed the Japanese seem to have more of an obsession with **** size then we do?

Ya, I've notice that in anime in general.

BTW: Has anyone noticed the Japanese seem to have more of an obsession with **** size then we do?

Not only that but it seems that the anime now a days that is geared towards guys and nothing more then a T&A fest of violent unfeminine females with a pitful to no plot or story line that guys ususaly like.

Don't get me worng I enjoy a bit, A BIT of fan service like any other guy but given that most animes now a days is rife with female on male violence of verying degrees and mindless T&A it's no wonder why I don't like anime any more.

There is some good ones out right now, and there are some anime were that don't happen to the male lead. Here is a nice thinking anime:

http://anilinkz.tv/series/arslan-senki-dubbed

Here is the sub link:

http://anilinkz.tv/series/arslan-senki

[Kargan3033]

There is some good ones out right now, and there are some anime were that don't happen to the male lead. Here is a nice thinking anime:

http://anilinkz.tv/series/arslan-senki-dubbed

Here is the sub link:

http://anilinkz.tv/series/arslan-senki

Thanks I'll check it out when I can.

[Chronicler]

BTW: Has anyone noticed the Japanese seem to have more of an obsession with **** size then we do?

Not only that but it seems that the anime now a days that is geared towards guys and nothing more then a T&A fest of violent unfeminine females with a pitful to no plot or story line that guys ususaly like.

Don't get me worng I enjoy a bit, A BIT of fan service like any other guy but given that most animes now a days is rife with female on male violence of verying degrees and mindless T&A it's no wonder why I don't like anime any more.

Don't get me started on this

[Kargan3033]

BTW: Has anyone noticed the Japanese seem to have more of an obsession with **** size then we do?

Not only that but it seems that the anime now a days that is geared towards guys and nothing more then a T&A fest of violent unfeminine females with a pitful to no plot or story line that guys ususaly like.

Don't get me worng I enjoy a bit, A BIT of fan service like any other guy but given that most animes now a days is rife with female on male violence of verying degrees and mindless T&A it's no wonder why I don't like anime any more.

Don't get me started on this

Well if you want to chat about this we'll take it into a pm chat so not as to disrupt/derail the thread.

[taalismn]

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

They expected to frisk and be frisked by randy hormonally-driven college kids and junketing get-away-from-the battleaxe-at-home businessmen; what they GOT was polite, respectful young men on walkabout and kindly paternal middle-aged businessmen who smile at them like their own daughters...That, and the Celibacy Pledgers of the Galaxy convention and the Monastic Eunuchs Association Annual Conference.

[Kargan3033]

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

They expected to frisk and be frisked by randy hormonally-driven college kids and junketing get-away-from-the battleaxe-at-home businessmen; what they GOT was polite, respectful young men on walkabout and kindly paternal middle-aged businessmen who smile at them like their own daughters...That, and the Celibacy Pledgers of the Galaxy convention and the Monastic Eunuchs Association Annual Conference.

Really?, well to each their own, as for me I want a good war story with Broism, friendship, a BIT of skin and kick a** action as well as a plot(s)/story line(s) that make sense.

[taalismn]

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

They expected to frisk and be frisked by randy hormonally-driven college kids and junketing get-away-from-the battleaxe-at-home businessmen; what they GOT was polite, respectful young men on walkabout and kindly paternal middle-aged businessmen who smile at them like their own daughters...That, and the Celibacy Pledgers of the Galaxy convention and the Monastic Eunuchs Association Annual Conference.

Really?, well to each their own, as for me I want a good war story with Broism, friendship, a BIT of skin and kick a** action as well as a plot(s)/story line(s) that make sense.

Backstory time: The Sister Repentia are Warhammer 40K crossover running gags...from the /tg/ forums where they were created a group of horribly sexually-frustrated Sisters of Battle for whom fighting in the name of the Emprah wasn't enough, and who hadn't committed enough heresy to be sent to a penal company to go out in kamikaze combat bald and helf-nekkid against the enemies of Mankind. In the /tg/ forums these middling insubordinate Sisters are the Sisters of Cleaning, sent to suffer in service to various Imperial Guard units where they expect to be ravished by men who haven't seen womens in far too long. Instead, they end up doing menial chores, suffering endless teasing innuendos that don't pan out because the soldiers are either too polite or too dense to take advantage of the Sisters(think Castle Anthrax from Monty Python and the Holy Grail and you get the Sisters' mindset).
Earlier in this thread, in one of the few wh40K crossover sequences, an Imperial army invades a UEsG universe, and gets beaten down handily. Among the prisoners of war are a group of Sisters of Cleaning who, again, expect to be abused in interesting ways by the triumphant subhumans of the UEsG. Instead, they are again, demoted to doing the sort of menial work assigned to low-risk ex-cons, only without the don't-drop-the-soap hazards. They continue to be frustrated in their quest for somebody to take them seriouslyand give them a good spanking, and force them to break their vows of chastity honorably defeat them.

[Kargan3033]

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

They expected to frisk and be frisked by randy hormonally-driven college kids and junketing get-away-from-the battleaxe-at-home businessmen; what they GOT was polite, respectful young men on walkabout and kindly paternal middle-aged businessmen who smile at them like their own daughters...That, and the Celibacy Pledgers of the Galaxy convention and the Monastic Eunuchs Association Annual Conference.

Really?, well to each their own, as for me I want a good war story with Broism, friendship, a BIT of skin and kick a** action as well as a plot(s)/story line(s) that make sense.

Backstory time: The Sister Repentia are Warhammer 40K crossover running gags...from the /tg/ forums where they were created a group of horribly sexually-frustrated Sisters of Battle for whom fighting in the name of the Emprah wasn't enough, and who hadn't committed enough heresy to be sent to a penal company to go out in kamikaze combat bald and helf-nekkid against the enemies of Mankind. In the /tg/ forums these middling insubordinate Sisters are the Sisters of Cleaning, sent to suffer in service to various Imperial Guard units where they expect to be ravished by men who haven't seen womens in far too long. Instead, they end up doing menial chores, suffering endless teasing innuendos that don't pan out because the soldiers are either too polite or too dense to take advantage of the Sisters(think Castle Anthrax from Monty Python and the Holy Grail and you get the Sisters' mindset).
Earlier in this thread, in one of the few wh40K crossover sequences, an Imperial army invades a UEsG universe, and gets beaten down handily. Among the prisoners of war are a group of Sisters of Cleaning who, again, expect to be abused in interesting ways by the triumphant subhumans of the UEsG. Instead, they are again, demoted to doing the sort of menial work assigned to low-risk ex-cons, only without the don't-drop-the-soap hazards. They continue to be frustrated in their quest for somebody to take them seriouslyand give them a good spanking, and force them to break their vows of chastity honorably defeat them.

I know about the SOCs, I have that TG page bookmarked, looks like I'll have to continue reading through this topic's eairer threads for the story on the SOCs/UEsG

On a side note given all the SOCs have gone through one does have to wonder if The Prince Of Pleasure And Pain has a personal grudge against the SOCs.

[taalismn]

Of course! Slaanesh derives as much amusement from frustration as satiation.

[Kargan3033]

Of course! Slaanesh derives as much amusement from frustration as satiation.

You know that just put a *funny* thought in my mind, being a mini Slaanesh winds up at the local strip/s&m club as do the mini Sisters Of Clean.

[SRoss]

Slaanesh: "HA HA HA! Tremble mortals! I'm back and I know for a fact that your Whetley is on vacation!"

Sister of Clea Err Repentia: (Unbuttoning her outfit) "He's right girls! There's no save this time. Prepare for the tentacling of your life! ... Err ... to die in glorious hand to hand combat!"

Fourth Wall Gang: "Slaanesh! By the power vested in us by the ROBOTECH fan base, and whatever the Moderator will let us get away with! We order you to immediately stop all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your home dimension, or the nearest convenient side dimension!"

Slaanesh: "Are you gods?"

SRoss: (While the rest of the gang discusses how to reply) "Why Yes."

Slaanesh: "Then D... Wait! What?"

SRoss: "Well, yeah... I mean we cross the 4[sup]th[/sup] Wall with impunity, we can @#$%^&* with reality. We can even drag real world beings here."

Kevin: (In his bathtub, holding a rubber ducky)

SRoss: "And we were invoked into this world when Dana broke the Wall."

Everybody Else: "WHAT!?!"

Sister of Clea Err Repentia #2: (Consulting her Little Imperial Sister's Guide book to Gods and God-like Beings) "Yep! He ticked all the boxes. Technically we can class them as Elder Chaos Gods..."

Slaanesh: "Err ... Well now ... This was unexpected ... What am I supposed to do when they answer yes to that question? ... Um, I going to go home and think about this ... Good bye!"

Sister of Clea Err Repentia: (Pointing her finger at the Fourth Wallers and Dana) "You Monsters!..."

[Kargan3033]

Sister of Clea Err Repentia: (Pointing her finger at the Fourth Wallers and Dana) "You Monsters!..."

The Fourth Wall Gang:" Yes, yes we are so that means NO NOOKIE FOR YOU! " Bwahhahahahaha

" Allow me to show you the Fourth Wall Gang's divine/infernal(depending on your point of view)power.

*Covers the Sisters Of CleaRepentia with enchanted Protoculture powder*

POOF!

The sickly smelling, dark cobalt blue coloured cloud disapates to reveal very confused Chiwanators, the Chiwawas of the polinator race.

On more seroius note can you post small pics here in the forum because I have the Perfect picture of a Chiwanator that you might get a laugh out of?

[taalismn]

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Sister of Clea Err Repentia #2: (Consulting her Little Imperial Sister's Guide book to Gods and God-like Beings) "Yep! He ticked all the boxes. Technically we can class them as Elder Chaos Gods..."

I prefer to think of myself as a Very Bizarre Sense of Order and Misplaced Priorities God, thank you.

[wyrmraker]

Going to keep trying to build this one scene. It'll be smallish bits over time, so please bear with me.
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"Captain, Aleph-7 has made contact. Putting him on your console."

Stovesh groaned. Aleph-7 was a highly competent operative, if temperamental. "This is Captain Stovesh. Go ahead."

"Captain, this is Aleph-7, confirmation signal B3120. I am inside the Geofront and... Hang on. Kusanagi, use the plasma explosives, blow the floor out from under them. I'll set up a screen; tell Himmons to have his men shut down thermal sights."

A whooshing sound came through the speaker, and then the ship's sensors registered one of the Geofront's secondary lakes boiling into massive steam plumes.

"Sorry about that, sir; had to provide Himmons' team with cover. As I was about to say, the NERV troops are extremely well trained, and are using what appear to be some sort of particle beam cannons. I recommend pulling your standard troops back; the beam cannons are hand-held, and are capable of boring completely through Cyclone armor. They are firing in staggered shots; it seems that the weapons take a few seconds to charge. In addition, the troops seem to be wearing low-yield AT-Field generators.

"I have the men moving off of the support girders, and have been disabling small groups with plasma missilies; best strategy so far is to vape out the floor they're standing on. I can't keep that up, however."

"I see. I assume you have more information?"

"Roger, Captain. I need to request an ODST drop. ODST group Seven to back up the ground forces dressed in full powered armor. In addition, you'll want Unit Urzu to drop in if you plan to fight Unit-01. I am requesting permission to enter the Geofront infrastructure on radio silence to see what I can dig up. I am currently equipped with my Wolf armor, rifle, and sidearm."

"Understood. We are sending the ODST group down now, and I am granting you permission to go off-grid. Report when you have something of substance."

"Yes, sir. Darkraven out."
***
Major Kusanagi frowned slightly, but thankfully Darkraven's plasma missile barrage into the small lake had masked the entire upper structure of the Geofront. Charlie Team was alive, but not in much of a combat-ready stance. Out of the fifteen man team, only three were ready to continue the battle. Four of them were just barely staving away shock thanks to each of them losing either an arm or a leg, a few had shrapnel wounds in the chest, and some were trying not to remove their helmets after the initial volley of ridiculously powerful energy blasts had burned out their optics.

She'd overheard Darkraven's conversation with the Sherman and approved of his recommended tactics. Unfortunately, the decentralized information structure of this Geofront limited her ability to interfacewith the Magi; she'd assisted with that on a couple of other occasions. Judging from the intelligence reports she'd read, this dimensions's NERV deviated quite widely from all of the others they'd dicovered.

A few minutes after Charlie Team had been stabilized (and herself sniping a few targets of oppurtunity), she felt a tremor in the catwalk. Motioning to Himmons, they were ready when ten ODSTs in full, custom powered armor jogged up.

"Master Sergeant Himmons? Nice. I'm Staff Sergeant Geffen, ODST. We're here to back you up, sir. What's the situation?"
********
Before anyone asks, Jeremiah Darkraven is a character of mine. Former CS Commando, he and his team got rifted to Robotech aboard the ARMD-2, about two months after the first Zentraedi attack. The rest of his team returned to Rifts three monthslater, but he stayed behind. "Our world is lost. It was lost before we were born. Humanity there needs to grow the **** up and get along with it's neighbors. But here, here we have a chance! This Earth isn't lost yet! So I'm staying."

His skills include the Sniper MOS from one of the Rifters, advanced knowledge of magic (wierd origin. Imagine a world where Joseph Prosek II is less of an idiot about humans from the magic zone, as well as better connected into Dweomer and Stormspire than people realize) and a limited PPE pool (his personal pool is equal to his PE. Not enough to twig Psi-Stalkers and Dog Boys, but enough to be useful).

His personal history includes time with the RDF running shadow ops around the world, then working directly for the UEG during the time the ASC essentially took over. He left with the 15th ATAC on Wolff's ship when they joined the Expeditionary force, and had been running shadow ops across the galaxy, and now the megaverse. His knowledge of rifts, ley lines, and outright wierd stuff tends to be pretty valuable.

He has two pieces of equipment that he refuses to give over, even under orders. One is his JA-11 sniper rifle (modified for sniping above all else), while the other is a Silver Wolf glitter Boy, made out of conventional MD materials. Instead of the usual particle beam cannon. it's been refitted with a rail gun that fires a single heavy sabot.

[Kargan3033]

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Sister of Clea Err Repentia #2: (Consulting her Little Imperial Sister's Guide book to Gods and God-like Beings) "Yep! He ticked all the boxes. Technically we can class them as Elder Chaos Gods..."

I prefer to think of myself as a Very Bizarre Sense of Order and Misplaced Priorities God, thank you.

As for me I like to think of myself as a God of comedic and slightly perverted insanity.

Some how I get the feeling this will be the formation of the Fourth Wall Gang Pantheon.

[Kargan3033]

Going to keep trying to build this one scene. It'll be smallish bits over time, so please bear with me.
********
"Captain, Aleph-7 has made contact. Putting him on your console."

Stovesh groaned. Aleph-7 was a highly competent operative, if temperamental. "This is Captain Stovesh. Go ahead."

"Captain, this is Aleph-7, confirmation signal B3120. I am inside the Geofront and... Hang on. Kusanagi, use the plasma explosives, blow the floor out from under them. I'll set up a screen; tell Himmons to have his men shut down thermal sights."

A whooshing sound came through the speaker, and then the ship's sensors registered one of the Geofront's secondary lakes boiling into massive steam plumes.

"Sorry about that, sir; had to provide Himmons' team with cover. As I was about to say, the NERV troops are extremely well trained, and are using what appear to be some sort of particle beam cannons. I recommend pulling your standard troops back; the beam cannons are hand-held, and are capable of boring completely through Cyclone armor. They are firing in staggered shots; it seems that the weapons take a few seconds to charge. In addition, the troops seem to be wearing low-yield AT-Field generators.

Nice real nice, thanks for sharing.

"I have the men moving off of the support girders, and have been disabling small groups with plasma missilies; best strategy so far is to vape out the floor they're standing on. I can't keep that up, however."

"I see. I assume you have more information?"

"Roger, Captain. I need to request an ODST drop. ODST group Seven to back up the ground forces dressed in full powered armor. In addition, you'll want Unit Urzu to drop in if you plan to fight Unit-01. I am requesting permission to enter the Geofront infrastructure on radio silence to see what I can dig up. I am currently equipped with my Wolf armor, rifle, and sidearm."

"Understood. We are sending the ODST group down now, and I am granting you permission to go off-grid. Report when you have something of substance."

"Yes, sir. Darkraven out."
***
Major Kusanagi frowned slightly, but thankfully Darkraven's plasma missile barrage into the small lake had masked the entire upper structure of the Geofront. Charlie Team was alive, but not in much of a combat-ready stance. Out of the fifteen man team, only three were ready to continue the battle. Four of them were just barely staving away shock thanks to each of them losing either an arm or a leg, a few had shrapnel wounds in the chest, and some were trying not to remove their helmets after the initial volley of ridiculously powerful energy blasts had burned out their optics.

She'd overheard Darkraven's conversation with the Sherman and approved of his recommended tactics. Unfortunately, the decentralized information structure of this Geofront limited her ability to interfacewith the Magi; she'd assisted with that on a couple of other occasions. Judging from the intelligence reports she'd read, this dimensions's NERV deviated quite widely from all of the others they'd dicovered.

A few minutes after Charlie Team had been stabilized (and herself sniping a few targets of oppurtunity), she felt a tremor in the catwalk. Motioning to Himmons, they were ready when ten ODSTs in full, custom powered armor jogged up.

"Master Sergeant Himmons? Nice. I'm Staff Sergeant Geffen, ODST. We're here to back you up, sir. What's the situation?"
********
Before anyone asks, Jeremiah Darkraven is a character of mine. Former CS Commando, he and his team got rifted to Robotech aboard the ARMD-2, about two months after the first Zentraedi attack. The rest of his team returned to Rifts three monthslater, but he stayed behind. "Our world is lost. It was lost before we were born. Humanity there needs to grow the **** up and get along with it's neighbors. But here, here we have a chance! This Earth isn't lost yet! So I'm staying."

His skills include the Sniper MOS from one of the Rifters, advanced knowledge of magic (wierd origin. Imagine a world where Joseph Prosek II is less of an idiot about humans from the magic zone, as well as better connected into Dweomer and Stormspire than people realize) and a limited PPE pool (his personal pool is equal to his PE. Not enough to twig Psi-Stalkers and Dog Boys, but enough to be useful).

His personal history includes time with the RDF running shadow ops around the world, then working directly for the UEG during the time the ASC essentially took over. He left with the 15th ATAC on Wolff's ship when they joined the Expeditionary force, and had been running shadow ops across the galaxy, and now the megaverse. His knowledge of rifts, ley lines, and outright wierd stuff tends to be pretty valuable.

He has two pieces of equipment that he refuses to give over, even under orders. One is his JA-11 sniper rifle (modified for sniping above all else), while the other is a Silver Wolf glitter Boy, made out of conventional MD materials. Instead of the usual particle beam cannon. it's been refitted with a rail gun that fires a single heavy sabot.

Nice this looks good.

[taalismn]

Before anyone asks, Jeremiah Darkraven is a character of mine. Former CS Commando, he and his team got rifted to Robotech aboard the ARMD-2, about two months after the first Zentraedi attack. The rest of his team returned to Rifts three monthslater, but he stayed behind. "Our world is lost. It was lost before we were born. Humanity there needs to grow the **** up and get along with it's neighbors. But here, here we have a chance! This Earth isn't lost yet! So I'm staying."

His skills include the Sniper MOS from one of the Rifters, advanced knowledge of magic (wierd origin. Imagine a world where Joseph Prosek II is less of an idiot about humans from the magic zone, as well as better connected into Dweomer and Stormspire than people realize) and a limited PPE pool (his personal pool is equal to his PE. Not enough to twig Psi-Stalkers and Dog Boys, but enough to be useful).

His personal history includes time with the RDF running shadow ops around the world, then working directly for the UEG during the time the ASC essentially took over. He left with the 15th ATAC on Wolff's ship when they joined the Expeditionary force, and had been running shadow ops across the galaxy, and now the megaverse. His knowledge of rifts, ley lines, and outright wierd stuff tends to be pretty valuable.

He has two pieces of equipment that he refuses to give over, even under orders. One is his JA-11 sniper rifle (modified for sniping above all else), while the other is a Silver Wolf glitter Boy, made out of conventional MD materials. Instead of the usual particle beam cannon. it's been refitted with a rail gun that fires a single heavy sabot.

Yeah, Rifts Earth is like Frank Herbert's Arrakis(or Dosadi), or Harry Harrison's Pyruss when it comes to breeding badass solciers who are both mentally hardass and well-motivated to stop the end of the world...and that's BEFORE technological/biological/magical augmentation....

[wyrmraker]

Before anyone asks, Jeremiah Darkraven is a character of mine. Former CS Commando, he and his team got rifted to Robotech aboard the ARMD-2, about two months after the first Zentraedi attack. The rest of his team returned to Rifts three monthslater, but he stayed behind. "Our world is lost. It was lost before we were born. Humanity there needs to grow the **** up and get along with it's neighbors. But here, here we have a chance! This Earth isn't lost yet! So I'm staying."

His skills include the Sniper MOS from one of the Rifters, advanced knowledge of magic (wierd origin. Imagine a world where Joseph Prosek II is less of an idiot about humans from the magic zone, as well as better connected into Dweomer and Stormspire than people realize) and a limited PPE pool (his personal pool is equal to his PE. Not enough to twig Psi-Stalkers and Dog Boys, but enough to be useful).

His personal history includes time with the RDF running shadow ops around the world, then working directly for the UEG during the time the ASC essentially took over. He left with the 15th ATAC on Wolff's ship when they joined the Expeditionary force, and had been running shadow ops across the galaxy, and now the megaverse. His knowledge of rifts, ley lines, and outright wierd stuff tends to be pretty valuable.

He has two pieces of equipment that he refuses to give over, even under orders. One is his JA-11 sniper rifle (modified for sniping above all else), while the other is a Silver Wolf glitter Boy, made out of conventional MD materials. Instead of the usual particle beam cannon. it's been refitted with a rail gun that fires a single heavy sabot.

Yeah, Rifts Earth is like Frank Herbert's Arrakis(or Dosadi), or Harry Harrison's Pyruss when it comes to breeding badass solciers who are both mentally hardass and well-motivated to stop the end of the world...and that's BEFORE technological/biological/magical augmentation....

That's pretty much the premise behind this particular branch of commandoes. Heck, all of their training happens in the ruins of Old Chicago.

I figured if you put a dedicated CS soldier in Robotech, they would be stalwart (if a bit unhinged) defender of Robotech Earth. That's how I played him out.

[Kargan3033]

I'll try my hand at a cross over.

“ Captain we have exited the Gate and are in high orbit of the planet. “

Captain Felix Blackstone heard his navgation officer say to him as he looked out the arma-plast window of his ship the UES Galahad as it hovered over the alternate Earth.

“ Ok have the crew stand down to Yellow Alert, Comms are you picking up any kind of transmissions? “ he said to his bridge crew as he got a strangely disturbing feeling that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end for some odd reason.

“ Nothing out of the ordinary and judging from the com traffic I'm detecting I would have to say that this Earth maybe on par with Earth Actual before the Global Civil War or on par with NGEarth 1A before or a little after Second Impact, I should know more in a few hours Sir. “ Communications Officer Lisa Grant said as she could see that the Captain was looking a little off.

Lieutenant Ayanami can you sense anything? “ Felix as Mishalla Ayanami as he saw that the Ayanamai clone from NGEarth 1A was looking very disturbed by something.

“ No Sir, nothing I ca..” she never got the chance to finish what she was saying as the ship was rocked by a massive impact that sent everyone flying about the bridge of the ship.

“ WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! “ Felix shouted as he felt the ship starting to tumble out of orbit as he felt a sharp pain in the right side of his rib cage.

“ Sir! I'm getting reports of massive damage and causalities from through out the ship. “ Operations Officer T'al Zor said as the ship was plummeting towards the Earth.

“ Helm get us stabilized! “ Felix shouted as he was thrown to the deck of the bridge once more as the stricken ship continued to pitch and yaw out of control.

“ IT'S NO GOOD SIR!, THE SHIP IS NOT RESPONDING TO HELM CONTROL, WE'RE GOING TO CRASH! “ Helm Officer Mike Tergon screamed in terror as the doomed ship continued it's death spiral towards the Earth.

“ Ahhh! “ Mishalla groaned as she started to come back to a contuse state of mind as her body felt like she had been in a no holds barred wrestling match with a drunken, rabid and angry silver back gorilla.

“ Well, well, well did you enjoy your nap time? “ she heard a strangely familiar but yet utterly evil voice say to her as she slowly opened her eyes and just about made a wet mess in her panties as she saw herself looking at her.

“ What the...? “ she thought to herself as she realized she was looking at a clone of herself.

“ Well are you just as cute as a button. “ she heard the clone of herself say to her with a terrifyingly evil and perverted tone of voice as she saw that this version of herself was dressed in a skin tight black leather suit.

“ Now, now Sister don't brake her to badly before we can get some answers from her. “ Mishalla heard another familiar but coldly evil voice say and when she looked to her right she saw Shinji standing next to Asuka and that he was dressed in what could only be described as * A Evil Overlord's uniform for young men * which was sorely testing the limits of her bodily functions as she saw the cold and malignant look in this Shinji's hard eyes.

“ I'm soooo going to torture you and then I'm going to EAT you! “ she heard Asuka say to her with an evil tone of voice that was tinged with raging insanity as she saw the look of near mindless madness that broke the last of her flagging will power to keep her from soiling herself as she saw that this evilly deranged version of Asuka was dressed in only what could be described as a sick and twisted S&M outfit with an iron collar around her neck.

“ Know your place Slave! “ she heard Evil Shinji say to Evil Asuka who was fingering the razor edge of a large and wickedly sharp looking knife and had what appeared to have a very powerful and pleasurable release of tension at the sound of Evil Shinji's hard and commanding voice.

“ Don't worry Pet you can have what's left of her after my Brother and I are finished playing with her. “ Mishalla heard the evil clone of herself say to Asuka who was looking to be in the throws of evil passions as she looked at Shinji with a decidedly unsisterly look of lust that made her want to toss her cookies of the extra chunky kind.

“ You'll have to wait children, I have a few questions I want to ask our guest. “ a cold and evil voice said and when Mishalla looked to see who had spoke she saw Gendo standing next to the Children and she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her chest as she could clearly see that this Gendo was far more evil then the Gendo who had given her life back in her home dimenaion.

“ What?, you think that we would not know about your little group of do gooders known as the Super Dimensional Exploration Force as you start to form your own pan dimensional empire? “ she heard this demonic Gendo say with with a cruel sneer that only made the hellish pain in her chest all the more hellish and the last thing she was aware of before she slipped into unconsciousness was the rest of the Nerv bridge bunnies who looked like high ranking members of The Evil Overlord's Legions Of Terror.

And so began what would come to be known as the Universal Wars that would rage between the the the newly formed Super Dimensional Exploration Force and Dark Nerv.

Don't be all that surprised I mean with all the dimension hopping the SDEF does the SDEF would at some point encounter a dark and evil multi-dimensional Nerv empire that is eqaul to them in power and resoruces that would know about the SDEF and their anti Gendo shenanagians.

[Alpha 11]

There is some good ones out right now, and there are some anime were that don't happen to the male lead. Here is a nice thinking anime:

http://anilinkz.tv/series/arslan-senki-dubbed

Here is the sub link:

http://anilinkz.tv/series/arslan-senki

Thanks I'll check it out when I can.

You might also want to try this also: http://anilinkz.tv/series/log-horizon-dubbed

There is a second season, subbed, on the same site.

BTW: Has anyone noticed the Japanese seem to have more of an obsession with **** size then we do?

Not only that but it seems that the anime now a days that is geared towards guys and nothing more then a T&A fest of violent unfeminine females with a pitful to no plot or story line that guys ususaly like.

Don't get me worng I enjoy a bit, A BIT of fan service like any other guy but given that most animes now a days is rife with female on male violence of verying degrees and mindless T&A it's no wonder why I don't like anime any more.

Don't get me started on this

Ok, I won't.

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

They expected to frisk and be frisked by randy hormonally-driven college kids and junketing get-away-from-the battleaxe-at-home businessmen; what they GOT was polite, respectful young men on walkabout and kindly paternal middle-aged businessmen who smile at them like their own daughters...That, and the Celibacy Pledgers of the Galaxy convention and the Monastic Eunuchs Association Annual Conference.

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

They expected to frisk and be frisked by randy hormonally-driven college kids and junketing get-away-from-the battleaxe-at-home businessmen; what they GOT was polite, respectful young men on walkabout and kindly paternal middle-aged businessmen who smile at them like their own daughters...That, and the Celibacy Pledgers of the Galaxy convention and the Monastic Eunuchs Association Annual Conference.

Really?, well to each their own, as for me I want a good war story with Broism, friendship, a BIT of skin and kick a** action as well as a plot(s)/story line(s) that make sense.

How about this one: http://anilinkz.tv/series/sword-art-online-dubbed

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

They expected to frisk and be frisked by randy hormonally-driven college kids and junketing get-away-from-the battleaxe-at-home businessmen; what they GOT was polite, respectful young men on walkabout and kindly paternal middle-aged businessmen who smile at them like their own daughters...That, and the Celibacy Pledgers of the Galaxy convention and the Monastic Eunuchs Association Annual Conference.

Really?, well to each their own, as for me I want a good war story with Broism, friendship, a BIT of skin and kick a** action as well as a plot(s)/story line(s) that make sense.

Backstory time: The Sister Repentia are Warhammer 40K crossover running gags...from the /tg/ forums where they were created a group of horribly sexually-frustrated Sisters of Battle for whom fighting in the name of the Emprah wasn't enough, and who hadn't committed enough heresy to be sent to a penal company to go out in kamikaze combat bald and helf-nekkid against the enemies of Mankind. In the /tg/ forums these middling insubordinate Sisters are the Sisters of Cleaning, sent to suffer in service to various Imperial Guard units where they expect to be ravished by men who haven't seen womens in far too long. Instead, they end up doing menial chores, suffering endless teasing innuendos that don't pan out because the soldiers are either too polite or too dense to take advantage of the Sisters(think Castle Anthrax from Monty Python and the Holy Grail and you get the Sisters' mindset).
Earlier in this thread, in one of the few wh40K crossover sequences, an Imperial army invades a UEsG universe, and gets beaten down handily. Among the prisoners of war are a group of Sisters of Cleaning who, again, expect to be abused in interesting ways by the triumphant subhumans of the UEsG. Instead, they are again, demoted to doing the sort of menial work assigned to low-risk ex-cons, only without the don't-drop-the-soap hazards. They continue to be frustrated in their quest for somebody to take them seriouslyand give them a good spanking, and force them to break their vows of chastity honorably defeat them.

In our continuing quest to find them useful employment: The Sisters of Clea err Repentia's day as Customs and Immigration Agents for Tokyo 3.

They expected to frisk and be frisked by randy hormonally-driven college kids and junketing get-away-from-the battleaxe-at-home businessmen; what they GOT was polite, respectful young men on walkabout and kindly paternal middle-aged businessmen who smile at them like their own daughters...That, and the Celibacy Pledgers of the Galaxy convention and the Monastic Eunuchs Association Annual Conference.

Really?, well to each their own, as for me I want a good war story with Broism, friendship, a BIT of skin and kick a** action as well as a plot(s)/story line(s) that make sense.

Backstory time: The Sister Repentia are Warhammer 40K crossover running gags...from the /tg/ forums where they were created a group of horribly sexually-frustrated Sisters of Battle for whom fighting in the name of the Emprah wasn't enough, and who hadn't committed enough heresy to be sent to a penal company to go out in kamikaze combat bald and helf-nekkid against the enemies of Mankind. In the /tg/ forums these middling insubordinate Sisters are the Sisters of Cleaning, sent to suffer in service to various Imperial Guard units where they expect to be ravished by men who haven't seen womens in far too long. Instead, they end up doing menial chores, suffering endless teasing innuendos that don't pan out because the soldiers are either too polite or too dense to take advantage of the Sisters(think Castle Anthrax from Monty Python and the Holy Grail and you get the Sisters' mindset).
Earlier in this thread, in one of the few wh40K crossover sequences, an Imperial army invades a UEsG universe, and gets beaten down handily. Among the prisoners of war are a group of Sisters of Cleaning who, again, expect to be abused in interesting ways by the triumphant subhumans of the UEsG. Instead, they are again, demoted to doing the sort of menial work assigned to low-risk ex-cons, only without the don't-drop-the-soap hazards. They continue to be frustrated in their quest for somebody to take them seriouslyand give them a good spanking, and force them to break their vows of chastity honorably defeat them.

I know about the SOCs, I have that TG page bookmarked, looks like I'll have to continue reading through this topic's eairer threads for the story on the SOCs/UEsG

On a side note given all the SOCs have gone through one does have to wonder if The Prince Of Pleasure And Pain has a personal grudge against the SOCs.

Of course! Slaanesh derives as much amusement from frustration as satiation.

Of course! Slaanesh derives as much amusement from frustration as satiation.

You know that just put a *funny* thought in my mind, being a mini Slaanesh winds up at the local strip/s&m club as do the mini Sisters Of Clean.

[Alpha 11]

Slaanesh: "HA HA HA! Tremble mortals! I'm back and I know for a fact that your Whetley is on vacation!"

Sister of Clea Err Repentia: (Unbuttoning her outfit) "He's right girls! There's no save this time. Prepare for the tentacling of your life! ... Err ... to die in glorious hand to hand combat!"

Fourth Wall Gang: "Slaanesh! By the power vested in us by the ROBOTECH fan base, and whatever the Moderator will let us get away with! We order you to immediately stop all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your home dimension, or the nearest convenient side dimension!"

Slaanesh: "Are you gods?"

SRoss: (While the rest of the gang discusses how to reply) "Why Yes."

Slaanesh: "Then D... Wait! What?"

SRoss: "Well, yeah... I mean we cross the 4[sup]th[/sup] Wall with impunity, we can @#$%^&* with reality. We can even drag real world beings here."

Kevin: (In his bathtub, holding a rubber ducky)

SRoss: "And we were invoked into this world when Dana broke the Wall."

Everybody Else: "WHAT!?!"

Sister of Clea Err Repentia #2: (Consulting her Little Imperial Sister's Guide book to Gods and God-like Beings) "Yep! He ticked all the boxes. Technically we can class them as Elder Chaos Gods..."

Slaanesh: "Err ... Well now ... This was unexpected ... What am I supposed to do when they answer yes to that question? ... Um, I going to go home and think about this ... Good bye!"

Sister of Clea Err Repentia: (Pointing her finger at the Fourth Wallers and Dana) "You Monsters!..."

Sister of Clea Err Repentia: (Pointing her finger at the Fourth Wallers and Dana) "You Monsters!..."

The Fourth Wall Gang:" Yes, yes we are so that means NO NOOKIE FOR YOU! " Bwahhahahahaha

" Allow me to show you the Fourth Wall Gang's divine/infernal(depending on your point of view)power.

*Covers the Sisters Of CleaRepentia with enchanted Protoculture powder*

POOF!

The sickly smelling, dark cobalt blue coloured cloud disapates to reveal very confused Chiwanators, the Chiwawas of the polinator race.

On more seroius note can you post small pics here in the forum because I have the Perfect picture of a Chiwanator that you might get a laugh out of?

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Sister of Clea Err Repentia #2: (Consulting her Little Imperial Sister's Guide book to Gods and God-like Beings) "Yep! He ticked all the boxes. Technically we can class them as Elder Chaos Gods..."

I prefer to think of myself as a Very Bizarre Sense of Order and Misplaced Priorities God, thank you.

[Alpha 11]

Going to keep trying to build this one scene. It'll be smallish bits over time, so please bear with me.
********
"Captain, Aleph-7 has made contact. Putting him on your console."

Stovesh groaned. Aleph-7 was a highly competent operative, if temperamental. "This is Captain Stovesh. Go ahead."

"Captain, this is Aleph-7, confirmation signal B3120. I am inside the Geofront and... Hang on. Kusanagi, use the plasma explosives, blow the floor out from under them. I'll set up a screen; tell Himmons to have his men shut down thermal sights."

A whooshing sound came through the speaker, and then the ship's sensors registered one of the Geofront's secondary lakes boiling into massive steam plumes.

"Sorry about that, sir; had to provide Himmons' team with cover. As I was about to say, the NERV troops are extremely well trained, and are using what appear to be some sort of particle beam cannons. I recommend pulling your standard troops back; the beam cannons are hand-held, and are capable of boring completely through Cyclone armor. They are firing in staggered shots; it seems that the weapons take a few seconds to charge. In addition, the troops seem to be wearing low-yield AT-Field generators.

"I have the men moving off of the support girders, and have been disabling small groups with plasma missilies; best strategy so far is to vape out the floor they're standing on. I can't keep that up, however."

"I see. I assume you have more information?"

"Roger, Captain. I need to request an ODST drop. ODST group Seven to back up the ground forces dressed in full powered armor. In addition, you'll want Unit Urzu to drop in if you plan to fight Unit-01. I am requesting permission to enter the Geofront infrastructure on radio silence to see what I can dig up. I am currently equipped with my Wolf armor, rifle, and sidearm."

"Understood. We are sending the ODST group down now, and I am granting you permission to go off-grid. Report when you have something of substance."

"Yes, sir. Darkraven out."
***
Major Kusanagi frowned slightly, but thankfully Darkraven's plasma missile barrage into the small lake had masked the entire upper structure of the Geofront. Charlie Team was alive, but not in much of a combat-ready stance. Out of the fifteen man team, only three were ready to continue the battle. Four of them were just barely staving away shock thanks to each of them losing either an arm or a leg, a few had shrapnel wounds in the chest, and some were trying not to remove their helmets after the initial volley of ridiculously powerful energy blasts had burned out their optics.

She'd overheard Darkraven's conversation with the Sherman and approved of his recommended tactics. Unfortunately, the decentralized information structure of this Geofront limited her ability to interfacewith the Magi; she'd assisted with that on a couple of other occasions. Judging from the intelligence reports she'd read, this dimensions's NERV deviated quite widely from all of the others they'd dicovered.

A few minutes after Charlie Team had been stabilized (and herself sniping a few targets of oppurtunity), she felt a tremor in the catwalk. Motioning to Himmons, they were ready when ten ODSTs in full, custom powered armor jogged up.

"Master Sergeant Himmons? Nice. I'm Staff Sergeant Geffen, ODST. We're here to back you up, sir. What's the situation?"
********
Before anyone asks, Jeremiah Darkraven is a character of mine. Former CS Commando, he and his team got rifted to Robotech aboard the ARMD-2, about two months after the first Zentraedi attack. The rest of his team returned to Rifts three monthslater, but he stayed behind. "Our world is lost. It was lost before we were born. Humanity there needs to grow the **** up and get along with it's neighbors. But here, here we have a chance! This Earth isn't lost yet! So I'm staying."

His skills include the Sniper MOS from one of the Rifters, advanced knowledge of magic (wierd origin. Imagine a world where Joseph Prosek II is less of an idiot about humans from the magic zone, as well as better connected into Dweomer and Stormspire than people realize) and a limited PPE pool (his personal pool is equal to his PE. Not enough to twig Psi-Stalkers and Dog Boys, but enough to be useful).

His personal history includes time with the RDF running shadow ops around the world, then working directly for the UEG during the time the ASC essentially took over. He left with the 15th ATAC on Wolff's ship when they joined the Expeditionary force, and had been running shadow ops across the galaxy, and now the megaverse. His knowledge of rifts, ley lines, and outright wierd stuff tends to be pretty valuable.

He has two pieces of equipment that he refuses to give over, even under orders. One is his JA-11 sniper rifle (modified for sniping above all else), while the other is a Silver Wolf glitter Boy, made out of conventional MD materials. Instead of the usual particle beam cannon. it's been refitted with a rail gun that fires a single heavy sabot.

Wow, great story so far! And love the background info!

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Sister of Clea Err Repentia #2: (Consulting her Little Imperial Sister's Guide book to Gods and God-like Beings) "Yep! He ticked all the boxes. Technically we can class them as Elder Chaos Gods..."

I prefer to think of myself as a Very Bizarre Sense of Order and Misplaced Priorities God, thank you.

As for me I like to think of myself as a God of comedic and slightly perverted insanity.

Some how I get the feeling this will be the formation of the Fourth Wall Gang Pantheon.

Going to keep trying to build this one scene. It'll be smallish bits over time, so please bear with me.
********
"Captain, Aleph-7 has made contact. Putting him on your console."

Stovesh groaned. Aleph-7 was a highly competent operative, if temperamental. "This is Captain Stovesh. Go ahead."

"Captain, this is Aleph-7, confirmation signal B3120. I am inside the Geofront and... Hang on. Kusanagi, use the plasma explosives, blow the floor out from under them. I'll set up a screen; tell Himmons to have his men shut down thermal sights."

A whooshing sound came through the speaker, and then the ship's sensors registered one of the Geofront's secondary lakes boiling into massive steam plumes.

"Sorry about that, sir; had to provide Himmons' team with cover. As I was about to say, the NERV troops are extremely well trained, and are using what appear to be some sort of particle beam cannons. I recommend pulling your standard troops back; the beam cannons are hand-held, and are capable of boring completely through Cyclone armor. They are firing in staggered shots; it seems that the weapons take a few seconds to charge. In addition, the troops seem to be wearing low-yield AT-Field generators.

Nice real nice, thanks for sharing.

"I have the men moving off of the support girders, and have been disabling small groups with plasma missilies; best strategy so far is to vape out the floor they're standing on. I can't keep that up, however."

"I see. I assume you have more information?"

"Roger, Captain. I need to request an ODST drop. ODST group Seven to back up the ground forces dressed in full powered armor. In addition, you'll want Unit Urzu to drop in if you plan to fight Unit-01. I am requesting permission to enter the Geofront infrastructure on radio silence to see what I can dig up. I am currently equipped with my Wolf armor, rifle, and sidearm."

"Understood. We are sending the ODST group down now, and I am granting you permission to go off-grid. Report when you have something of substance."

"Yes, sir. Darkraven out."
***
Major Kusanagi frowned slightly, but thankfully Darkraven's plasma missile barrage into the small lake had masked the entire upper structure of the Geofront. Charlie Team was alive, but not in much of a combat-ready stance. Out of the fifteen man team, only three were ready to continue the battle. Four of them were just barely staving away shock thanks to each of them losing either an arm or a leg, a few had shrapnel wounds in the chest, and some were trying not to remove their helmets after the initial volley of ridiculously powerful energy blasts had burned out their optics.

She'd overheard Darkraven's conversation with the Sherman and approved of his recommended tactics. Unfortunately, the decentralized information structure of this Geofront limited her ability to interfacewith the Magi; she'd assisted with that on a couple of other occasions. Judging from the intelligence reports she'd read, this dimensions's NERV deviated quite widely from all of the others they'd dicovered.

A few minutes after Charlie Team had been stabilized (and herself sniping a few targets of oppurtunity), she felt a tremor in the catwalk. Motioning to Himmons, they were ready when ten ODSTs in full, custom powered armor jogged up.

"Master Sergeant Himmons? Nice. I'm Staff Sergeant Geffen, ODST. We're here to back you up, sir. What's the situation?"
********
Before anyone asks, Jeremiah Darkraven is a character of mine. Former CS Commando, he and his team got rifted to Robotech aboard the ARMD-2, about two months after the first Zentraedi attack. The rest of his team returned to Rifts three monthslater, but he stayed behind. "Our world is lost. It was lost before we were born. Humanity there needs to grow the **** up and get along with it's neighbors. But here, here we have a chance! This Earth isn't lost yet! So I'm staying."

His skills include the Sniper MOS from one of the Rifters, advanced knowledge of magic (wierd origin. Imagine a world where Joseph Prosek II is less of an idiot about humans from the magic zone, as well as better connected into Dweomer and Stormspire than people realize) and a limited PPE pool (his personal pool is equal to his PE. Not enough to twig Psi-Stalkers and Dog Boys, but enough to be useful).

His personal history includes time with the RDF running shadow ops around the world, then working directly for the UEG during the time the ASC essentially took over. He left with the 15th ATAC on Wolff's ship when they joined the Expeditionary force, and had been running shadow ops across the galaxy, and now the megaverse. His knowledge of rifts, ley lines, and outright wierd stuff tends to be pretty valuable.

He has two pieces of equipment that he refuses to give over, even under orders. One is his JA-11 sniper rifle (modified for sniping above all else), while the other is a Silver Wolf glitter Boy, made out of conventional MD materials. Instead of the usual particle beam cannon. it's been refitted with a rail gun that fires a single heavy sabot.

Nice this looks good.

Agree!

Before anyone asks, Jeremiah Darkraven is a character of mine. Former CS Commando, he and his team got rifted to Robotech aboard the ARMD-2, about two months after the first Zentraedi attack. The rest of his team returned to Rifts three monthslater, but he stayed behind. "Our world is lost. It was lost before we were born. Humanity there needs to grow the **** up and get along with it's neighbors. But here, here we have a chance! This Earth isn't lost yet! So I'm staying."

His skills include the Sniper MOS from one of the Rifters, advanced knowledge of magic (wierd origin. Imagine a world where Joseph Prosek II is less of an idiot about humans from the magic zone, as well as better connected into Dweomer and Stormspire than people realize) and a limited PPE pool (his personal pool is equal to his PE. Not enough to twig Psi-Stalkers and Dog Boys, but enough to be useful).

His personal history includes time with the RDF running shadow ops around the world, then working directly for the UEG during the time the ASC essentially took over. He left with the 15th ATAC on Wolff's ship when they joined the Expeditionary force, and had been running shadow ops across the galaxy, and now the megaverse. His knowledge of rifts, ley lines, and outright wierd stuff tends to be pretty valuable.

He has two pieces of equipment that he refuses to give over, even under orders. One is his JA-11 sniper rifle (modified for sniping above all else), while the other is a Silver Wolf glitter Boy, made out of conventional MD materials. Instead of the usual particle beam cannon. it's been refitted with a rail gun that fires a single heavy sabot.

Yeah, Rifts Earth is like Frank Herbert's Arrakis(or Dosadi), or Harry Harrison's Pyruss when it comes to breeding badass solciers who are both mentally hardass and well-motivated to stop the end of the world...and that's BEFORE technological/biological/magical augmentation....

And, agree.

Before anyone asks, Jeremiah Darkraven is a character of mine. Former CS Commando, he and his team got rifted to Robotech aboard the ARMD-2, about two months after the first Zentraedi attack. The rest of his team returned to Rifts three monthslater, but he stayed behind. "Our world is lost. It was lost before we were born. Humanity there needs to grow the **** up and get along with it's neighbors. But here, here we have a chance! This Earth isn't lost yet! So I'm staying."

His skills include the Sniper MOS from one of the Rifters, advanced knowledge of magic (wierd origin. Imagine a world where Joseph Prosek II is less of an idiot about humans from the magic zone, as well as better connected into Dweomer and Stormspire than people realize) and a limited PPE pool (his personal pool is equal to his PE. Not enough to twig Psi-Stalkers and Dog Boys, but enough to be useful).

His personal history includes time with the RDF running shadow ops around the world, then working directly for the UEG during the time the ASC essentially took over. He left with the 15th ATAC on Wolff's ship when they joined the Expeditionary force, and had been running shadow ops across the galaxy, and now the megaverse. His knowledge of rifts, ley lines, and outright wierd stuff tends to be pretty valuable.

He has two pieces of equipment that he refuses to give over, even under orders. One is his JA-11 sniper rifle (modified for sniping above all else), while the other is a Silver Wolf glitter Boy, made out of conventional MD materials. Instead of the usual particle beam cannon. it's been refitted with a rail gun that fires a single heavy sabot.

Yeah, Rifts Earth is like Frank Herbert's Arrakis(or Dosadi), or Harry Harrison's Pyruss when it comes to breeding badass solciers who are both mentally hardass and well-motivated to stop the end of the world...and that's BEFORE technological/biological/magical augmentation....

That's pretty much the premise behind this particular branch of commandoes. Heck, all of their training happens in the ruins of Old Chicago.

I figured if you put a dedicated CS soldier in Robotech, they would be stalwart (if a bit unhinged) defender of Robotech Earth. That's how I played him out.

Cool.

I'll try my hand at a cross over.

“ Captain we have exited the Gate and are in high orbit of the planet. “

Captain Felix Blackstone heard his navgation officer say to him as he looked out the arma-plast window of his ship the UES Galahad as it hovered over the alternate Earth.

“ Ok have the crew stand down to Yellow Alert, Comms are you picking up any kind of transmissions? “ he said to his bridge crew as he got a strangely disturbing feeling that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end for some odd reason.

“ Nothing out of the ordinary and judging from the com traffic I'm detecting I would have to say that this Earth maybe on par with Earth Actual before the Global Civil War or on par with NGEarth 1A before or a little after Second Impact, I should know more in a few hours Sir. “ Communications Officer Lisa Grant said as she could see that the Captain was looking a little off.

Lieutenant Ayanami can you sense anything? “ Felix as Mishalla Ayanami as he saw that the Ayanamai clone from NGEarth 1A was looking very disturbed by something.

“ No Sir, nothing I ca..” she never got the chance to finish what she was saying as the ship was rocked by a massive impact that sent everyone flying about the bridge of the ship.

“ WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! “ Felix shouted as he felt the ship starting to tumble out of orbit as he felt a sharp pain in the right side of his rib cage.

“ Sir! I'm getting reports of massive damage and causalities from through out the ship. “ Operations Officer T'al Zor said as the ship was plummeting towards the Earth.

“ Helm get us stabilized! “ Felix shouted as he was thrown to the deck of the bridge once more as the stricken ship continued to pitch and yaw out of control.

“ IT'S NO GOOD SIR!, THE SHIP IS NOT RESPONDING TO HELM CONTROL, WE'RE GOING TO CRASH! “ Helm Officer Mike Tergon screamed in terror as the doomed ship continued it's death spiral towards the Earth.

“ Ahhh! “ Mishalla groaned as she started to come back to a contuse state of mind as her body felt like she had been in a no holds barred wrestling match with a drunken, rabid and angry silver back gorilla.

“ Well, well, well did you enjoy your nap time? “ she heard a strangely familiar but yet utterly evil voice say to her as she slowly opened her eyes and just about made a wet mess in her panties as she saw herself looking at her.

“ What the...? “ she thought to herself as she realized she was looking at a clone of herself.

“ Well are you just as cute as a button. “ she heard the clone of herself say to her with a terrifyingly evil and perverted tone of voice as she saw that this version of herself was dressed in a skin tight black leather suit.

“ Now, now Sister don't brake her to badly before we can get some answers from her. “ Mishalla heard another familiar but coldly evil voice say and when she looked to her right she saw Shinji standing next to Asuka and that he was dressed in what could only be described as * A Evil Overlord's uniform for young men * which was sorely testing the limits of her bodily functions as she saw the cold and malignant look in this Shinji's hard eyes.

“ I'm soooo going to torture you and then I'm going to EAT you! “ she heard Asuka say to her with an evil tone of voice that was tinged with raging insanity as she saw the look of near mindless madness that broke the last of her flagging will power to keep her from soiling herself as she saw that this evilly deranged version of Asuka was dressed in only what could be described as a sick and twisted S&M outfit with an iron collar around her neck.

“ Know your place Slave! “ she heard Evil Shinji say to Evil Asuka who was fingering the razor edge of a large and wickedly sharp looking knife and had what appeared to have a very powerful and pleasurable release of tension at the sound of Evil Shinji's hard and commanding voice.

“ Don't worry Pet you can have what's left of her after my Brother and I are finished playing with her. “ Mishalla heard the evil clone of herself say to Asuka who was looking to be in the throws of evil passions as she looked at Shinji with a decidedly unsisterly look of lust that made her want to toss her cookies of the extra chunky kind.

“ You'll have to wait children, I have a few questions I want to ask our guest. “ a cold and evil voice said and when Mishalla looked to see who had spoke she saw Gendo standing next to the Children and she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her chest as she could clearly see that this Gendo was far more evil then the Gendo who had given her life back in her home dimenaion.

“ What?, you think that we would not know about your little group of do gooders known as the Super Dimensional Exploration Force as you start to form your own pan dimensional empire? “ she heard this demonic Gendo say with with a cruel sneer that only made the hellish pain in her chest all the more hellish and the last thing she was aware of before she slipped into unconsciousness was the rest of the Nerv bridge bunnies who looked like high ranking members of The Evil Overlord's Legions Of Terror.

And so began what would come to be known as the Universal Wars that would rage between the the the newly formed Super Dimensional Exploration Force and Dark Nerv.

Don't be all that surprised I mean with all the dimension hopping the SDEF does the SDEF would at some point encounter a dark and evil multi-dimensional Nerv empire that is eqaul to them in power and resoruces that would know about the SDEF and their anti Gendo shenanagians.

Nice set up there.

[Kargan3033]

Nice set up there.

Glad you like it, if anything it could be a good spring borad for a crosover game or a good dark and horrfying crossover war story.

[wyrmraker]

Nuts. I'm on page 89, where you guys were referring to Discworld. Apparently volume 41 will be the FINAL Discworld novel, according to Rihanna Pratchett.

[taalismn]

Still hoping to see Captain Carrot marry Angua....(humble) royal wedding, and given British love of royal weddings and recent American decision on marriages, human+werewolf union looks perfectly okay now...

[wyrmraker]

Still hoping to see Captain Carrot marry Angua....(humble) royal wedding, and given British love of royal weddings and recent American decision on marriages, human+werewolf union looks perfectly okay now...

It's not looking that way. Final book focusses on Tiffany Aching and the Nac Mac Feegle.

[glitterboy2098]

ah but carrot is a Dwarf.. just a really tall one.

[taalismn]

Still hoping to see Captain Carrot marry Angua....(humble) royal wedding, and given British love of royal weddings and recent American decision on marriages, human+werewolf union looks perfectly okay now...

It's not looking that way. Final book focusses on Tiffany Aching and the Nac Mac Feegle.

Well, Terry always grumbled that any any Ankh-Morpork-set story faced the threat of being dominated by the Watch, though he had a good go at it with the Moist Von Lipwig arc and the 'modernization' of the city.

[Alpha 11]

Nice set up there.

Glad you like it, if anything it could be a good spring borad for a crosover game or a good dark and horrfying crossover war story.

I agree on both.

Nuts. I'm on page 89, where you guys were referring to Discworld. Apparently volume 41 will be the FINAL Discworld novel, according to Rihanna Pratchett.

Wow. 41 of them. When did they start putting them out?

Still hoping to see Captain Carrot marry Angua....(humble) royal wedding, and given British love of royal weddings and recent American decision on marriages, human+werewolf union looks perfectly okay now...

Well, if I get the name right, its still, male and female.

ah but carrot is a Dwarf.. just a really tall one.

Still hoping to see Captain Carrot marry Angua....(humble) royal wedding, and given British love of royal weddings and recent American decision on marriages, human+werewolf union looks perfectly okay now...

It's not looking that way. Final book focusses on Tiffany Aching and the Nac Mac Feegle.

Well, Terry always grumbled that any any Ankh-Morpork-set story faced the threat of being dominated by the Watch, though he had a good go at it with the Moist Von Lipwig arc and the 'modernization' of the city.

Sounds like there is a lot going on in that series.

[SRoss]

[
Sister of Clea Err Repentia #2: (Consulting her Little Imperial Sister's Guide book to Gods and God-like Beings) "Yep! He ticked all the boxes. Technically we can class them as Elder Chaos Gods..."

I prefer to think of myself as a Very Bizarre Sense of Order and Misplaced Priorities God, thank you.

As for me I like to think of myself as a God of comedic and slightly perverted insanity.

Some how I get the feeling this will be the formation of the Fourth Wall Gang Pantheon.

In my case; Naughty, somewhat Immature God of Eternal Frustration.

[taalismn]

[
Sounds like there is a lot going on in that series.

Well, they introduced the internet in the form of the semaphore network(shades of the very good book on telegraphy, The Victorian Internet), modern snail mail, modern banking, subways, steam power, modern sports, the city effectively has nuclear power in the form of an ever-turning Axel they acquired from the Dwarves, the Dwarf-Troll War is effectively over, sexual equality among Dwarves has broken out, Ankh-Morpork's effectively at peace with its neighbors(or at least has outsmarted them or impressed on them that economics and diplomacy make better weapons), Vetrenari's effectively neutralized all the power blocs that were gunning to replace him, Rincewind actually has a job, and the Watch is arguably the most powerful peace-enforcement group on the Disc. I can sorta see why Terry can see an end in sight for progressive storylines on the Disc(hell, he effectively 'killed off' Cohen the Barbarian by loosing him on the rest of the universe).

[taalismn]

[

Some how I get the feeling this will be the formation of the Fourth Wall Gang Pantheon.

In my case; Naughty, somewhat Immature God of Eternal Frustration.

It would actually be my SECOND pantheon; back in the days of the Palladium Mailing List and the Ruiner, I was dragooned into being his God of Unstinting Quality(and unofficially the Deadpan Straight-Guy Who Didn't Inhale).

[wyrmraker]

Still hammering out material along the same lines. I dunno when this will peter out, so until it does I'll keep posting it
********
"Unit Urzu, prepared for launch!"

"Godspeed and happy hunting, Sergeant."

Sergeant Major Mao readied herself even as the launch chambers were loaded with her new, upgraded M-9 Gernsback. The Robotechnicians had worked wonders with her unit's M-9s, equipping them with the latest PPAT-Field generators and power supplies.

All except for Urzu-7. The ARX-8 Leavatein, except for a reserve power supply and upgraded sensors and armor, was nearly unchanged. The scientists nearly had aneurisms trying to figure out how the Lambda Driver functioned, especially since it clearly violated Newton's Third Law. Fearing that they'd somehow break it (and anger the professional soldier who piloted it), they left it and the onboard artificial intelligence alone, instead improving the electroactive polymer Muscle Package, sensors, and response architecture.

"Sergeant Mao, do you have any ideas why Darkraven specifically requested us?"

"Negative, Sousuke. Not a clue, although I'm betting it has something to do with your Lambda Driver."

"Most likely," Sergeant Sousuke Sagara mused aloud. "It doesn't matter. I'm just concerned about leaving Kaname at the Gate outpost. I dislike not being there to protect her."

"Hey, don't worry about it, Sousuke!," Kurtz Weber cheerfully shot back over the radio. "It's not like she's not protected by some of the best guys out there, right? So just focus on today, and after all this crap you can get back."

"Yeah, you're right," Sousuke sighed, straightening his back as he felt the tell-tale rumble of the Mecha Drop Pod. Soon they would be fired onto the field of battle from orbit, and with the new flight packs, they could actually perform aerial maneuvers.

"Sousuke, Darkraven hit me with a signal. He wants permission to drop ODSTs in your custom equipment."

"Seriously, Mao? Darkraven wants to use my equipment?" Sousuke paused for a moment, considering the options. On one hand, the new suits hadn't been very popular on his home world; no one would tell him exactly why the sales had been so lackluster. But if the suits' worth could be proven on the interdimensional battleground... "Tell him that I approve use of the suits. I will require access to all battlefield telemetry after the action is resolved."

"He agreed to it, and says Thanks."

With that, the pods jolted, and then rushed screaming into the atmosphere, pressing the pilots into the seats of their Arm Slaves.
***
Meanwhile, in the Action Prep area, a dozen of Darkraven's ODSTs stared in horror at their newly approved powered suits.

Sergeant Gilmore swore. "You've gotta be ****ing me. Seriously? We will NEVER live this down." He sighed heavily. "Okay men, suit up. The boss wants us down there posthaste, and I'm guessing he wants shock and awe. Move like you got a purpose!"

[Kargan3033]

Still hammering out material along the same lines. I dunno when this will peter out, so until it does I'll keep posting it
********
"Unit Urzu, prepared for launch!"

"Godspeed and happy hunting, Sergeant."

Sergeant Major Mao readied herself even as the launch chambers were loaded with her new, upgraded M-9 Gernsback. The Robotechnicians had worked wonders with her unit's M-9s, equipping them with the latest PPAT-Field generators and power supplies.

All except for Urzu-7. The ARX-8 Leavatein, except for a reserve power supply and upgraded sensors and armor, was nearly unchanged. The scientists nearly had aneurisms trying to figure out how the Lambda Driver functioned, especially since it clearly violated Newton's Third Law. Fearing that they'd somehow break it (and anger the professional soldier who piloted it), they left it and the onboard artificial intelligence alone, instead improving the electroactive polymer Muscle Package, sensors, and response architecture.

"Sergeant Mao, do you have any ideas why Darkraven specifically requested us?"

"Negative, Sousuke. Not a clue, although I'm betting it has something to do with your Lambda Driver."

"Most likely," Sergeant Sousuke Sagara mused aloud. "It doesn't matter. I'm just concerned about leaving Kaname at the Gate outpost. I dislike not being there to protect her."

"Hey, don't worry about it, Sousuke!," Kurtz Weber cheerfully shot back over the radio. "It's not like she's not protected by some of the best guys out there, right? So just focus on today, and after all this crap you can get back."

"Yeah, you're right," Sousuke sighed, straightening his back as he felt the tell-tale rumble of the Mecha Drop Pod. Soon they would be fired onto the field of battle from orbit, and with the new flight packs, they could actually perform aerial maneuvers.

"Sousuke, Darkraven hit me with a signal. He wants permission to drop ODSTs in your custom equipment."

"Seriously, Mao? Darkraven wants to use my equipment?" Sousuke paused for a moment, considering the options. On one hand, the new suits hadn't been very popular on his home world; no one would tell him exactly why the sales had been so lackluster. But if the suits' worth could be proven on the interdimensional battleground... "Tell him that I approve use of the suits. I will require access to all battlefield telemetry after the action is resolved."

"He agreed to it, and says Thanks."

With that, the pods jolted, and then rushed screaming into the atmosphere, pressing the pilots into the seats of their Arm Slaves.
***
Meanwhile, in the Action Prep area, a dozen of Darkraven's ODSTs stared in horror at their newly approved powered suits.

Sergeant Gilmore swore. "You've gotta be ****ing me. Seriously? We will NEVER live this down." He sighed heavily. "Okay men, suit up. The boss wants us down there posthaste, and I'm guessing he wants shock and awe. Move like you got a purpose!"

*sits back with some popcorn and hot coffee*

Nice, by all means keep posting you have a talent for writing, I look forward to seeing what you do next.

[wyrmraker]

Thanks for the compliment. I seem to have similar issues to Taalisman when it comes to writing. I have a few fanfics halfway written, and my muse usually abandons me about that point. Apparently for booze and cheap prostitutes.

[Kargan3033]

Thanks for the compliment. I seem to have similar issues to Taalisman when it comes to writing. I have a few fanfics halfway written, and my muse usually abandons me about that point. Apparently for booze and cheap prostitutes.

Heh I hear what you are saying I have a hard time keeping up with my stories because of my depression but I'm slowly getting back on track.

Basicly my muse left me a long time ago for drugs and man whores in cheap suits.

[taalismn]

Thanks for the compliment. I seem to have similar issues to Taalisman when it comes to writing. I have a few fanfics halfway written, and my muse usually abandons me about that point. Apparently for booze and cheap prostitutes.

Gambit fatigue does me in....

[Kargan3033]

Gambit fatigue does me in....

I can't say I'm all that familure with Gambit fatigue, care to fill me in?

[taalismn]

Gambit fatigue does me in....

I can't say I'm all that familure with Gambit fatigue, care to fill me in?

When you';ve been writing and you start trying to come up with new twists and drama to keep your writing from being bland and formuliac....or too much like other works you've read...then you start outsmarting yourself, or realize you've written yourself into a corner. ESPECIALLY after you've started out strong, and/or have an open-ended storyline(as opposed to knowing that you have a definite conclusion to the story and you can work towards that end, and cut and pare everything that's extraneous to the story out).

[Kargan3033]

Gambit fatigue does me in....

I can't say I'm all that familure with Gambit fatigue, care to fill me in?

When you';ve been writing and you start trying to come up with new twists and drama to keep your writing from being bland and formuliac....or too much like other works you've read...then you start outsmarting yourself, or realize you've written yourself into a corner. ESPECIALLY after you've started out strong, and/or have an open-ended storyline(as opposed to knowing that you have a definite conclusion to the story and you can work towards that end, and cut and pare everything that's extraneous to the story out).

Ok I get what you are saying, I have exspernced that myself a few times when I have worked on a few of my stories, basic I just taake a brake chill out for a bit and get a fresh perspective and then cary on with the story.

[Alpha 11]

[
Sister of Clea Err Repentia #2: (Consulting her Little Imperial Sister's Guide book to Gods and God-like Beings) "Yep! He ticked all the boxes. Technically we can class them as Elder Chaos Gods..."

I prefer to think of myself as a Very Bizarre Sense of Order and Misplaced Priorities God, thank you.

As for me I like to think of myself as a God of comedic and slightly perverted insanity.

Some how I get the feeling this will be the formation of the Fourth Wall Gang Pantheon.

In my case; Naughty, somewhat Immature God of Eternal Frustration.

[
Sounds like there is a lot going on in that series.

Well, they introduced the internet in the form of the semaphore network(shades of the very good book on telegraphy, The Victorian Internet), modern snail mail, modern banking, subways, steam power, modern sports, the city effectively has nuclear power in the form of an ever-turning Axel they acquired from the Dwarves, the Dwarf-Troll War is effectively over, sexual equality among Dwarves has broken out, Ankh-Morpork's effectively at peace with its neighbors(or at least has outsmarted them or impressed on them that economics and diplomacy make better weapons), Vetrenari's effectively neutralized all the power blocs that were gunning to replace him, Rincewind actually has a job, and the Watch is arguably the most powerful peace-enforcement group on the Disc. I can sorta see why Terry can see an end in sight for progressive storylines on the Disc(hell, he effectively 'killed off' Cohen the Barbarian by loosing him on the rest of the universe).

That's..., a lot of info...

[Alpha 11]

[

Some how I get the feeling this will be the formation of the Fourth Wall Gang Pantheon.

In my case; Naughty, somewhat Immature God of Eternal Frustration.

It would actually be my SECOND pantheon; back in the days of the Palladium Mailing List and the Ruiner, I was dragooned into being his God of Unstinting Quality(and unofficially the Deadpan Straight-Guy Who Didn't Inhale).

Still hammering out material along the same lines. I dunno when this will peter out, so until it does I'll keep posting it
********
"Unit Urzu, prepared for launch!"

"Godspeed and happy hunting, Sergeant."

Sergeant Major Mao readied herself even as the launch chambers were loaded with her new, upgraded M-9 Gernsback. The Robotechnicians had worked wonders with her unit's M-9s, equipping them with the latest PPAT-Field generators and power supplies.

All except for Urzu-7. The ARX-8 Leavatein, except for a reserve power supply and upgraded sensors and armor, was nearly unchanged. The scientists nearly had aneurisms trying to figure out how the Lambda Driver functioned, especially since it clearly violated Newton's Third Law. Fearing that they'd somehow break it (and anger the professional soldier who piloted it), they left it and the onboard artificial intelligence alone, instead improving the electroactive polymer Muscle Package, sensors, and response architecture.

"Sergeant Mao, do you have any ideas why Darkraven specifically requested us?"

"Negative, Sousuke. Not a clue, although I'm betting it has something to do with your Lambda Driver."

"Most likely," Sergeant Sousuke Sagara mused aloud. "It doesn't matter. I'm just concerned about leaving Kaname at the Gate outpost. I dislike not being there to protect her."

"Hey, don't worry about it, Sousuke!," Kurtz Weber cheerfully shot back over the radio. "It's not like she's not protected by some of the best guys out there, right? So just focus on today, and after all this crap you can get back."

"Yeah, you're right," Sousuke sighed, straightening his back as he felt the tell-tale rumble of the Mecha Drop Pod. Soon they would be fired onto the field of battle from orbit, and with the new flight packs, they could actually perform aerial maneuvers.

"Sousuke, Darkraven hit me with a signal. He wants permission to drop ODSTs in your custom equipment."

"Seriously, Mao? Darkraven wants to use my equipment?" Sousuke paused for a moment, considering the options. On one hand, the new suits hadn't been very popular on his home world; no one would tell him exactly why the sales had been so lackluster. But if the suits' worth could be proven on the interdimensional battleground... "Tell him that I approve use of the suits. I will require access to all battlefield telemetry after the action is resolved."

"He agreed to it, and says Thanks."

With that, the pods jolted, and then rushed screaming into the atmosphere, pressing the pilots into the seats of their Arm Slaves.
***
Meanwhile, in the Action Prep area, a dozen of Darkraven's ODSTs stared in horror at their newly approved powered suits.

Sergeant Gilmore swore. "You've gotta be ****ing me. Seriously? We will NEVER live this down." He sighed heavily. "Okay men, suit up. The boss wants us down there posthaste, and I'm guessing he wants shock and awe. Move like you got a purpose!"

Love the update! Keep them coming!

Still hammering out material along the same lines. I dunno when this will peter out, so until it does I'll keep posting it
********
"Unit Urzu, prepared for launch!"

"Godspeed and happy hunting, Sergeant."

Sergeant Major Mao readied herself even as the launch chambers were loaded with her new, upgraded M-9 Gernsback. The Robotechnicians had worked wonders with her unit's M-9s, equipping them with the latest PPAT-Field generators and power supplies.

All except for Urzu-7. The ARX-8 Leavatein, except for a reserve power supply and upgraded sensors and armor, was nearly unchanged. The scientists nearly had aneurisms trying to figure out how the Lambda Driver functioned, especially since it clearly violated Newton's Third Law. Fearing that they'd somehow break it (and anger the professional soldier who piloted it), they left it and the onboard artificial intelligence alone, instead improving the electroactive polymer Muscle Package, sensors, and response architecture.

"Sergeant Mao, do you have any ideas why Darkraven specifically requested us?"

"Negative, Sousuke. Not a clue, although I'm betting it has something to do with your Lambda Driver."

"Most likely," Sergeant Sousuke Sagara mused aloud. "It doesn't matter. I'm just concerned about leaving Kaname at the Gate outpost. I dislike not being there to protect her."

"Hey, don't worry about it, Sousuke!," Kurtz Weber cheerfully shot back over the radio. "It's not like she's not protected by some of the best guys out there, right? So just focus on today, and after all this crap you can get back."

"Yeah, you're right," Sousuke sighed, straightening his back as he felt the tell-tale rumble of the Mecha Drop Pod. Soon they would be fired onto the field of battle from orbit, and with the new flight packs, they could actually perform aerial maneuvers.

"Sousuke, Darkraven hit me with a signal. He wants permission to drop ODSTs in your custom equipment."

"Seriously, Mao? Darkraven wants to use my equipment?" Sousuke paused for a moment, considering the options. On one hand, the new suits hadn't been very popular on his home world; no one would tell him exactly why the sales had been so lackluster. But if the suits' worth could be proven on the interdimensional battleground... "Tell him that I approve use of the suits. I will require access to all battlefield telemetry after the action is resolved."

"He agreed to it, and says Thanks."

With that, the pods jolted, and then rushed screaming into the atmosphere, pressing the pilots into the seats of their Arm Slaves.
***
Meanwhile, in the Action Prep area, a dozen of Darkraven's ODSTs stared in horror at their newly approved powered suits.

Sergeant Gilmore swore. "You've gotta be ****ing me. Seriously? We will NEVER live this down." He sighed heavily. "Okay men, suit up. The boss wants us down there posthaste, and I'm guessing he wants shock and awe. Move like you got a purpose!"

*sits back with some popcorn and hot coffee*

Nice, by all means keep posting you have a talent for writing, I look forward to seeing what you do next.

Agree.

Thanks for the compliment. I seem to have similar issues to Taalisman when it comes to writing. I have a few fanfics halfway written, and my muse usually abandons me about that point. Apparently for booze and cheap prostitutes.

Thanks for the compliment. I seem to have similar issues to Taalisman when it comes to writing. I have a few fanfics halfway written, and my muse usually abandons me about that point. Apparently for booze and cheap prostitutes.

Heh I hear what you are saying I have a hard time keeping up with my stories because of my depression but I'm slowly getting back on track.

Basicly my muse left me a long time ago for drugs and man whores in cheap suits.

Thanks for the compliment. I seem to have similar issues to Taalisman when it comes to writing. I have a few fanfics halfway written, and my muse usually abandons me about that point. Apparently for booze and cheap prostitutes.

Gambit fatigue does me in....

Gambit fatigue does me in....

I can't say I'm all that familure with Gambit fatigue, care to fill me in?

When you';ve been writing and you start trying to come up with new twists and drama to keep your writing from being bland and formuliac....or too much like other works you've read...then you start outsmarting yourself, or realize you've written yourself into a corner. ESPECIALLY after you've started out strong, and/or have an open-ended storyline(as opposed to knowing that you have a definite conclusion to the story and you can work towards that end, and cut and pare everything that's extraneous to the story out).

Thanks for the expo!

Gambit fatigue does me in....

I can't say I'm all that familure with Gambit fatigue, care to fill me in?

When you';ve been writing and you start trying to come up with new twists and drama to keep your writing from being bland and formuliac....or too much like other works you've read...then you start outsmarting yourself, or realize you've written yourself into a corner. ESPECIALLY after you've started out strong, and/or have an open-ended storyline(as opposed to knowing that you have a definite conclusion to the story and you can work towards that end, and cut and pare everything that's extraneous to the story out).

Ok I get what you are saying, I have exspernced that myself a few times when I have worked on a few of my stories, basic I just taake a brake chill out for a bit and get a fresh perspective and then cary on with the story.

Hopefully that won't happen to often.

[taalismn]

It's the cyclic nature of political, social, economic, and even mental empires.

[Alpha 11]

It's the cyclic nature of political, social, economic, and even mental empires.

Politics, I'm REALLY getting sick and tired of it and politicians.

[Kargan3033]

Hopefully that won't happen to often.

Thanks but unfortuently I have not been inspired for a good long while to continue with my stories.

[SRoss]

It's the cyclic nature of political, social, economic, and even mental empires.

Politics, I'm REALLY getting sick and tired of it and politicians.

I guess then this would be a bad time to bring up the whole Mirya for Prime Minister of Canada campaign?