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ON> Day 187 New Bernese Sunnyside A bird crowed in the sky above the wartorn landscape that played as home to Fatnecks and Leathernecks alike. At this point, nothing felt new about New Bernese, a loathsome air hung over the place when one spent enough time here. Everything seemed almost...

Hillscape/Minefield Hot. Hot. HOT. The whole hill had turned into something reminiscent of a paint-party at an Aethersperm concert, except all the paint was so hot it'd burn through anything it coated. His legs began to crunch into the broken ground, pressing forward for as long as what was...

Hillscape/Minefield "If it works, it works! Just like this... right? Right." Chiaki charged the weapon, and held it over the arm. There was a small pause as he stared at the cybernetic. An AwesomeCorp custom piece that was designed by his mother, specifically for his aged shoulder ports. It...

Hillscape/Minefield "Yeah, Neko's luck, right?" responded the Officer to Expert's incredulity. Chiaki whipped out his Axe, flipping it once quite like a tomahawk, then sunk it into the ground. He kept the demolitionist on the feed as he worked with the bottom of the axe, his remaining hand...

Hillscape/Minefield The Lieutenant withdrew his hand for a moment, as he turned to look at Minnie. The Medic had seemed to lose faith in his plan to pull McClain off, though, not without good reason. Last time he insisted they push forward in such a dire environment, it ended up costing her...

Hillscape/Minefield "In my experience, it doesn't hurt until the adrenaline wears off," admitted Chiaki, patting his knee-caps with the barrel of his carbine. He was becoming increasingly aware of the continuing battle on the hill, but he kept his glowing visor on McClain. The officer, while...

Hillscape Click. The whole group had heard it, reacting instinctively at the sound. Despite the roaring cacophony of War's Symphony raging over the hill, they were a group of trained boots, taught to know sounds and danger. They were like rats; angry, armored rats that knew when trouble had...

Jackelope Chiaki had to lean back not to catch Cruel's contemptuous posterior, and found himself leaning back into the troop bay. He had not managed to clear the bay before their squirrely driver began to move about. Still he was to the hatch by the time it was time to get moving out, and went...

Pin Cushion - Jackalope The Second Lieutenant broke away from the conversation in the back to climb towards the fore of the vehicle. He was a massive man in the tight compartment, even being a simple Nepleslian. With a cursory glance, he took a look over the terrain just ahead. There wasn't...

Pin Cushion - Jackalope "Hey now, let's not make this one shy of the med-ward," Chiaki bumped his arm against Minnie's shoulder, laughing under the shelter of his visor, a playful blue color glowing under it. He leaned forward, supporting himself on his rifle, holding the weapon with both hands...

Pin Cushion, Jackelope "It's that time again, anyone who's not walking, hop in the Jack!" Chiaki's helmet blared over the external speakers, his visor's tint shifting from green to red, almost as an alert to the others. He could feel the servos in his leg spin up as he began jogging over to the...

Big Wall The Second Lieutenant shut his eyes for a moment, data feedback from his artificial parts giving him an odd register with the cold weather. Coping with the chill was just a fact of life on New Bernese, just like it had been last winter. Kokuten didn't like the cold, it reminded of him...

The Second Lieutenant turned his head suddenly, cutting from the conversation, "One second, Sergeant. I just got something from my Medic." He brought up a hand to his helmet, tacking at the data-slate slotted into it, before tugging it out. The DataJockey was a rather fancy veteran's model, a...

Officer Huddle "And I get to see what the old guard carries forward," smiled Chiaki, returning the salute before cuffing his armored mit onto Nickles', the glow under his visor burning a bit brighter. He gave the Sergeant a firm shake, nodding his helmet in the man's direction. A small, knowing...

"The last thing we need is the militiamen hunting one of our aggressors because they mistook it for a bear," answered Chiaki, in response to the honeyed words of the unit's newly minted Sergeant. She caught a look from his yellow eyes behind the visor that said a few unspoken things in her...

The look she has, and her features are a perfect blend of her two parents. You've captured the face really well, I'd say.

I honestly like the idea of a green cross. It would be a simple fix for most art, and it'd be overall patriotic. That, or do something with cybernetics!

The Nepleslian Medical Corps "You're better off just not getting shot."

Big Wall The Truck Chiaki could feel the thickness of the cold-weather inlay press against his uniformed chest. The shoulder rig felt a bit heavier than it was before, but rid him of any doubts of the temperature. As he began to tug on the external shells, he began to appreciate the powered...

Day 12 New Bernese Slums Roof of the Knucklewetter Administrative bodies in the military were an odd entity. Most days, and on the best of them, Admin would give okay service, and make people wait for a month or so to get anything done. On worse days, the Central Corps officials would lose...