#lancer trrpg

[corsair-news-alliance]

THE FUCKING AIR FRYYYYEEERRRRRRR NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

//Morse\\

I'm gonna say it

I miss Erenyes. I mean sure we lost 200 plus mechs to a mass system cascade.

And sure a civilian station nearly detonated because of sabotage.

But I won't lie, Erenyes has the best damn station side shitty vending machine food I've had. Like damn even S...s..s.sss.Signal commented on the food there.

//Morse\\

[szkin-art]

An SSC Emperor outfitted for the Glass Fleet of the Baronic Navy, bearing the Coat-of-Arms of House McKenzie. It is equipped with the Marathon Arc Bow standard for the Emperor chassis, and a VALKYRIE-type Bolt Nexus Quiver.

The onboard VIDAR-class NHP is a standard Baronic combat support clone, seemingly modified through unsanctioned interfacing with the human pilot; the effects of this interfacing appear to have progressed both ways.

[corsair-news-alliance]

Telegram's passed the fuck out so I'll be covering his shift.

On a side note this room smells of coffee so strongly I have a worse headache already.

This is an unofficial report and honestly should not be taken as gospel or anything. Just the ramblings of a tired girl on the state of her home.

Gunnery got ammo racked on our lower caliber rounds so that place is currently a death trap to move around, heating and cooling have been broken for Ra knows how long so some folks got iceboxes for bunks and the others got an Ekidnu's reactor.

We'll repair. Somehow. Commodore won't let this ancient thing die.

In other news I am sick of the chili mac MRE packages. Our galley is currently not pressurized so we can't cook.

It's better than Harrison Armories nutrient paste but barely.

Slipway says we'll be pulling into port soon enough. But that's not a lot to go off of. I need a stiff drink and a long night of shore leave.

//Broadband\\

[antikris-t]

SAGARMATHA BABYYYYYY🎉🎉🎉

[jame7t]

god hearing about what Wizards of the Coast is doing with DND makes me really happy I’ve become a #LancerHead despite the fact that it’s combat is like if dnd was chess & war hammer 40k

[waddler13]

Made a character for Lancer, the ttrpg

[msmc-796-official]

While I myself would not use these exact words (Slipshod might), this is, more or less, one of many things the Ferrous Lash is designed to do. I myself prefer to use it to pull enemies into D/D 288 range, then show whomever was unlucky enough to get grabbed precisely why my Caliban has the nickname "One-Punchiban".

-- Lockbreaker

[jazzboys1]

Do you play a lot of TTRPGs?

How many of your OCs started as trrpg characters?

What are your favourite systems?

All of these ocs started out as TTRPG characters! Some of them date back severalll years ago now.. I umm I hold onto them for a long time. normal! I love tabletop games..... I think theyre so neat.... I love character creation HHNHG

ok personally though I love me some good ol dnd, but monster of the week has been fun, and I really want to try the arcana girls system in the future.. like I want a magical girl campaign SO FUCKING BAD.

Recently I also started playing the Lancer rpg, which looks so insanely fucking cool so far. I highly recommend reading up on it

[corsair-news-alliance]

HELL YEAH! LETS GO SISTER COMPANY!

//Broadband\\

50 Follower Milestone Celebration: MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury" Face Reveal

// Hi everyone! We're all here to celebrate, because we did it - we have officially reached 50 followers on @msmc-796-official! Holy fuck y'all, I still can't believe we have fifty whole people following our PR blog. That's... what, nine to ten squadrons worth of people?

> More than that. Probably closer to fifteen squadrons, given most here at MSMC tend to run small. It's still a considerable amount.

never mind the numbers - let's get to the fun part!

// Yes, yes, I'm getting to it! Anyways, in celebration of this milestone, Upper Management had some updated portraits done of all of us, and now we get to share them all with you! I believe they go in squad number order, so I think yours is first, Kennedi. Mind doing the honors, Slipshod?

oh fuck yeah. gimme a sec...

[OPENING FILE "msmc-796-portraits.omni.png"]

yooooo! that looks awesome K - they got your new prosthetic in there and everything! heh, nice "very serious Squad Commander business" face you got going - can't even smile in your portraits, huh?

> I was informed they would be serious portraits. I only posed as I was asked to.

// Oh, lighten up, Kennedi. They did a really nice job - oh, look, they even kept the torn edge of your uniform at the shoulder! I thought for sure they'd draw it hemmed.

> Hm. So they did. They also managed to get my nose, eyebrows, and hair texture correct - color me impressed.

mine next, mine next! let's go!

> Hm... yes, that's certainly you, all right.

// Oh, very nice! Bold choice to do it without a shirt on - must've just come from the workshop when you got this done.

...why in the fresh hell is my ENTIRE GOVERNMENT NAME on here?! I had that redacted on purpose!!!

> I assume you weren't paying attention when they informed us that our full Pilot NET ID would be present on these. All of these portraits include our legal name, callsign, and squad designation.

rrrgh... I'm gonna have a word with Upper Management about this; I take all the goddamn precautions in the world to scrub my identity from the Omninet and they STILL manage to publicly deadname me

// In case you've already forgotten, Slipshod, Kennedi has already deadnamed you on here once before. Granted, it was an accident-

> And I apologized for it immediately.

// - AND she apologized for it immediately, yes, thank you Kennedi - but still. People on here know your real name, Slipshod, whether you like it or not.

fuckin' hell. fine, I guess. but you clowns still aren't allowed to call me by that name on here. either you call me Slipshod or you don't call me at all. and that includes all 50-something of our followers out there on the Omninet as well, capiche?

// ...I think they get the point, Slipshod. Anyways - we've still got my portrait left. Pull it up; lemme have a look.

alright alright, cool your jets. here...

...woah. holy shit, P, that's really good.

> I concur. They did a phenomenal job on your portrait, Phoenix - you should be proud.

// I... wow. I'm at a loss for words, genuinely. I haven't had my hair that long in months, and they absolutely nailed it.

heh. I like that they kept your PR lanyard on there. UM can't ever let you forget it, can they?

// No, I guess they can't. Come to think of it, all of us have a MSMC logo somewhere on our portraits. They even included your arm tattoo on there, and you usually choose to leave that off.

nah, I asked them to do that. it felt right to leave it in this time.

> I also actively chose to wear my MSMC badge for this. It helps tie the group together. "Good squad cohesion", as Command would say.

// Oh, you guys... great, now I'm gonna cry. Y'all are assholes.

love you too, P. here's to the next fifty, yeah?

> To the next fifty, and however many more.

// To the next fifty.

OOC: To all 50 of my followers (well, more now, since this came out later than anticipated) - thank you so, so much for your support of this blog. I couldn't have done this without you. Here's to the next fifty, and however many more come after.

Until next time, this is MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury" signing off - yours among the stars, forever and always.

-- FC, Angel, Slipshod, & Lockbreaker

[corsair-news-alliance]

Deep breath buddy here's what you do and tell someone in this scenario. Maintain pressure on the wound and do not remove whatever has caused the penetration.

If it's gone then your better plug that hole with gauze, foam, whatever you got that's clean and can absorb blood.

Next up your Hardsuit should have an emergency medical transponder. Turn that on. Depending on what kind of suit you're running with then that switch is going to be in different places. Check the inside of the collar.

Help will be on the way.

You did good in a pinch Gray.

//Sawbones\\

hi so its really hard to explain but right now I'm slightly bleeding out in this idiot's house. hardsuit is slightly jammed but it's keeping me alive, so to administer self care I'd need to dump parts... which would mean i have maybe five minutes active? any idea how to address a major penetrating wound, inner thigh?

+ howahh hwai what the fuck hold o n I AM NOT A MEDDIC I AM A MECHANIC

+ NOT A MEDIC !!!! CALL A MEDIC !!!!!!!!!!

+ APPLY!! PRESSURE!???? BIOFOAM OR UH TORUNIQUIT

[corsair-news-alliance]

Ooooooooh do I have news for you girlie.

//Broadband\\

How does ejecting work for Size 1/2 mechs? Do you wear a second, smaller mech suit under your mech for that? The Caliban art kinda implies that but I don't see how that would even fit with something like an Atlas

[corsair-news-alliance]

(OOC: My dumbass is just going to end up forming a lancer team out of Tumblr folk at this rate. Don't tempt me.

How long do I have to 🥺🥺 to get into a Lancer campaign? Because I'll do it, don't try me.

[corsair-news-alliance]

[Loading Audio Transcript]

[Recorded By "Deuces"]

[Begin Playback]

(Sounds of someone clearing their throat)

All CORSAIR workers, primarily Lancers listen up. Someone out there is hunting mechs for sport, if you check your Company Forums you'll see video footage of the most recent attack.

We lost Gabriel "Slime Mold" Ramirez. May they rest in peace. Though from the sounds of their screams Broadband heard I doubt it was a peaceful death.

Lancers take heed that you have proper equipment to deal with these new ground troops. I have a feeling they're going to become a real problem.

Everyone else tighten up talk about our practices. These hunters seemed to know our routine better than most.

That's all. Back to work.

[End Audio Playback]

[BOSUN]

They call themselves whalers. They make jokes, name themselves Ahab, and cackle as they peruse their selection of harpoons. It is some kind of farce; their line of work. A long, drawn-out stageplay, where nothing can go right, and everything is ten times as cruel as it ought to be.

"So," Captain Ahab smirks into the camera. She's recording a documentary, with the help of her crew. "the first step, is to prep the virus harpoons." She laughs, letting her arms span wide as she purrs over her barely-mobile cart of weapons. Each one is the size of a titanic syringe, big enough to inject enough sludge into anything that it'd kill it flat. At least a dozen, all knocked in place and standing at attention, almost like clubs in a golf-caddy.

"There's one!" Ahab's assistant calls out from camera-left, her oculars zoomed in ten-times, so she can pry their prey from the background. "White whale, spotted five clycks to the south." Crossing her arms, the spotter is content in her work. She watches with baited breath as the overeager mech lopes through the tall grass, and out of tree cover. Her smile twists in on itself, growing smugger and more violent by the second.

"Confirmed." A second spotter relays, connecting their HDMI cable to a larger VLC display, and making the little mech massive on the medium-sized theatre screen. Two legs. Chaingun platform. Scout unit. Each feature of their whale-sized prey is picked out and pointed at by the screen's in-built program. Made fun of, and preened over like a cut of meat. "We'll intersect with it in ten minutes." Spotter-2 nods, clapping their companion on the back; a job well-done. The documentary is going to be perfect, regardless of whether anyone cares to watch it.

CHUNK!

While the spotters are celebrating, Ahab primes the harpoons. They lock in, sinking slightly into their separate firing stations, and squealing into activation as they load up with terabytes of scrapcode and malware. "Ten minutes, then she's done for." She growls, so easily taking the moniker of an apex predator, even when faced with a mech two-hundred times heavier than her. Ahab has the gusto of a real whaler, a real pirate. She'd have been exalted, two thousand years ago. Now, though, she's a bylaw away from being called a petty criminal. Preying on PMCs, and uneducated pilots. "We track 'er down, we take 'er down." Pumping a fist as she recites her mantra, Ahab clicks her bike on, after making sure the harpoon-cart is attached, even if it's only by a flimsy chain-link.

After letting the camera-drone onto the back of her bike, there is a near-raucous cry from a half-dozen other operatives. To war, then. To their war, which we shall so gladly scavenge the prizes of.

[corsair-news-alliance]

Oh Paracasual bullshit.... I need more coffee.

//Morse\\

//INITIATING SIGNAL //SetRecip.Public //SetFormat.SpeechToText //AUDIO BEGINS

Alright, I want to show you all what I meant when I said my license coding wasn't working. I'm going to try and attach some photos before this recording goes out, hopefully I don't mess it up. Euler's refusing to involve themselves with this, something about "Smith-Shimano's public image clauses", so I'm going to have to work the omninet equipment myself.

Dio offered to help, but if I have to hear him say "Bone Gecko" one more time I'm going to scream.

Anyway, THIS is what a standard SSC Swallowtail is meant to look like.

And when I try to print one out, using the licenses registered under my name? What do I get? I get THIS.

...WHAT? What even is this? How am I supposed to pilot some kind of blind, skeletal reptile-thing? As if that wasn't bad enough, if I take my eyes off of it for a second it turns invisible! Or at least... I think it does. Maybe it just paracausally fucks off into blinkspace if it's unobserved? How would you even tell, honestly?

I don't really want to have to ask SSC's customer service about it. I'm pretty sure printing your mech wrong is probably some kind of warranty-voiding contract violation. Ugh. Physical tech sucks, just decorp me now and put me on the omninet I'mjokingRApleasedon'tjudgeme.

[corsair-news-alliance]

[Placing Order]

[700 Units Requested]

[BOSUN]

[corsair-news-alliance]

Freelancing.... It's always out there, buck the chain and sail the stellar seas.

A clever pilot can do so much more out there.

After all it's never just about the money, think on it. Buck the chain. Follow the call.

You'll find us out there. You'll find yourself.

You'll find CORSAIR

//Morse\\

+ Day three in the VLAD. + Technically.

+ Following Tutor's advice, GRAE and I worked out a sort of agreement; I shared my predicament with the crew of my ship-- sorry about lying about being on Carina, by the way, but you can see why I did-- and they're looking out for me now. GRAE stopped trying to kennel me, on the condition that I don't go anywhere alone, and I sleep in the cockpit. I would complain, but the seat reclines.

+ After all of this, I got my results a little early. + I have three more missions with this squad before I'm needed back on the real, physical campus. They want to place me on a proper squad, where my skills can be better put to use. It's a huge deal- a huge payraise, access to way more resources, upgrades, information-- + I just, uhm. + I guess I was kind of enjoying playing Freelancer...