Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~

Cute enough 8/10

"The lack of information is done because mercenaries don't need information. Just a gun and a place to point it at." Piper with that said, starts to go off. "Details aren't my strength. If you want those questions answered ask Freya. I'm going to the helm, we'll be warping in 20 minutes." Freya let out a huge sigh. This seemed to be common occurrence too. She took out a small circular device; a holo projector. Placing it on the center of the table, the Yousei tapped the middle. The projection of a red planet appeared, rotating slowly. Fryea cleared her throat and started explaining. "This is planet E of system A-42. Or as our Captain codenamed it, planet barbecue. It's a planet in an infancy state, and is incredibly dangerous. The surface is littered with volcanoes and the skies with ash storms. It barely has a working atmosphere, with very low levels of oxygen. A small band of pirates recently escaped a Union Fleet, and made their hideout here. These pirates are the remnants of a bigger group suspect of causing the attacks on Michi cities almost a hundred years ago." Freya sounds and looks almost like a teacher, clearly happy to spare all of the information she can. She takes a sip of one of the beers on the table before continuing. "We don't have much information about this group in specific. The Union wants them dead, but uninhabited solar systems are out of their jurisdiction. So they hire mercenaries like us. Well, like you." She touches the hologram picture, swiping with two fingers to zoom in. The picture zooms in, revealing the red barren ground. "We have a smaller ship in orbit of the planet right now. According to our scouts, the planet is filled with complicated tunnel systems. We believe the pirates are hiding somewhere in these caves. Any loot and stolen goods you find are to be returned to the ship, for me to analyze. If they have any technology that can be adapted to our own mechs I would like to get my hands on it. However, I don't need junk. You can keep any basic broadcasting equipment." Freya looks at symphony on the last part of her sentence. Why anyone would want broadcasting equipment was beyond her. The scientist swiped her fingers again, and zoomed out. Then clicking on the holo-projector device again she went through a menu, and pressed a button. A figurine of the Ballad appeared in orbit of the planet. "Find them on foot, route them out, and force them into their ships. When they attempt to run away, we will move the Ballad into their escape route. We will send down your mechs, and you will corner them in a pincer attack. Whatever forces they have shouldn't be strong enough to defeat your machines. Or mine as a matter of fact." An evil grin spread through the scientist's face. "Anything else?"

Piper's face seemed to turn into a confident grin at the first merc's challenge. Then a disappointed scowl. And it seemed to flux between the two emotions as the mercenaries introduced themselves. By the end of it she seemed more bored than anything, tapping against the glass of her beer. When her new employees were finished introducing themselves, she got up from her seat. "Well I'll tell you this much. I sure am glad I don't have to deal with you weirdos. You are more rag tag than my own crew." "That's Piper's strange language. It translates something like, 'You'll fit right in'." A small voice made itself known. It's source, a small snow Yousei woman. She was shorter than Piper, the Yousei's small horns barely reaching the Terran's chin. She stepped over with grace, and poise. It was almost comical how such a frail, pale looking woman could puff her chest out so much. Yet the woman made herself look as if she was larger than any of the current members. "My name is Freya, I am the one who went over your applications. I am the head scientist, and chief of staff. I also run support on most of our operations, think up strategies, lead the development teams, and do pretty much all of the work our captain should be doing. But she's a blockheaded Terran so what can you do." As quickly as the Yousei finished her sentence, Piper smashed her beer bottle on the table. She made no vocal threats, but Freya went stiff. She coughed to regain her voice. "A-anyway. Uuuh how about we meet. Uhm... Chief of Engineering. She was supposed to be here somewhere uhm... Over there!" The Freya points to a redskinned Yousei with her head over a table counter. Two empty bottles rolled on the floor next to her stool. "That drunk is Latis. She manages the engineering teams, and will be running maintenance on your mechs if you can't do it yourself. As much as I hate to admit it, she is actually quite talented at it. When she's drunk. Or so she claims." "There is one last important member, but you'll meet him soon." Freya turns to Piper and gives a small nod. "So let's get down to business. As soon as we are done with this briefing we will warp drive to star system A-42. In this star system there is a planet I've personally codenamed 'barbecue'. You'll see why. The Union is paying us to destroy a pirate base in the caves of the planet. You will go into the base and kill everything that moves. Any questions?"

You've been called to the cafeteria. This probably isn't the first time you've been here. The Ballad, the homeship of the Kyle Mercenaries, has been docked in the Issucan Space Station for a week now. If you arrived within this week, you would have had to take a transport ship to the Ballad. The Ballad would never fit in any of the Issucan's ship ports. How could it, it's a massive ship! And massive is an understatement. The Ballad is a 15 kilometer long ship, with six floors. You've heard stories about this ship, and how the Kyle Mercenaries have come to own it. It's say the Ballad was a flag ship for the Terran army many years ago, until it was stolen. Still, the Ballad's size is wasted. Not even a fourth of the ship's quarters and ship ports are used, and it's crew isn't able to handle it's more complex weaponry. However, this will be your home from now on. Your mech has already been docked into the ship, and any belongings have been stored in your living quarters. And now you are here, in the noisy cafeteria. Until the door opens. Everyone in the cafeteria goes quiet, as a slender dark skinned woman enters the cafeteria. The atmosphere becomes tense, as if everyone is scared to speak. The woman, step by step makes her way to your table, the table where you, your partner, and all of the newly hired mercenaries are sitting. "So you are the sorry bunch Freya hired. You looked more intimidating in the holo-pictures to be honest with you." The woman sighs, sitting down on the table with you. Her eyes a deep green, and droopy looking. Her hair is pitch black, spiky and short. Her body looks just like a Michi's, slender and nimble looking. But for all you can tell, she is Terran. "I am Captain Piper Kyle, I am the one who hired you. Look, my great grandpa used to say 'Don't judge a book by it's cover' but I'm in real need of proper pilots. I take one look at you, and I don't see strong pilots. But Freya swears you are worth the money." The Captain snaps her fingers, and a few seconds later a Michi girl nervously comes running, a beer in hand. Captain Kyle takes the beer, drinks it in a single go, and belches loudly. "So why don't you tell the class a little about yourselves. Who you are, and why you are here. Oh and have a beer while you are at it." Everyone sitting at the other tables seems to be just as curios as the Captain, all of them practically staring at each of you, all of them waiting for a response.

Ok friends! You've cried, you've waited, you've been hyped, and you have been de-hyped! After a very very very long time of consideration (and working on a bad video game, among other things) I will announce the three accepted mechs. I'm sorry to everyone who didn't get in. Everyone had great mechs, and great characters! Do not be discouraged though. If anyone drops out, the already made mechs will be given priority of entry into the RP. So if you can, store those submissions. As soon as I make this post, I will clear out the accepted character lists to leave only the PCs. AND SO THE ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ARE!!! Congratulations to the winners! IC thread will be up soon-ish.

"Oh my name is Lucia. Nice to meet you all." She introduced herself when the two men did. It would be rude of her to know the other's names and for them not to know her's. With all of her gathered attention, Lucia focused on the man's explanation. She covered her mouth with her hands when the man was finished. There were people who hurt those animals? Why would they do such a thing. "You have to stop people from hurting these creatures! They are cute and defenseless, you can't let them die!" She put her hands together and looked at the two other men who were in the party with her. "Don't you agree? That creature deserves to live, it needs to be protected."

Alright friends, sign ups are closed! All character without mechs, I'm sorry but you will not be able to join. I'll announce this weekend the teams that made it in! Thank you so much for your stuff and ideas and things and thanks bye.

Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello Time: 1st of the Year of Rebirth. Nearing Afternoon. "That is very kind of you your grace. We servants are beneath you, yet you still allow us so much kindness. Thank you your grace, thank you from the bottom of my heart." Lotus placed a hand over her chest. She bowed her head as she thanked the Countess. "I know that your grace is kind enough to let us dine with you. Your grace gave me my name, and also allowed me to use the Contiello name as my surname. I know that your grace is kind enough to let me dine, but I'm never sure about the other members of the castle. No one has dared mistreat me, maybe they know that I can fight, or they are scared of bringing down your grace's ire. But some of the servants in the castle are mistreated and abused. So I am not sure who is an enemy, and who is a friend." Bringing her hands together, both over her chest she waited a bit before continuing. "I am not scared for myself, I mostly don't wish to see the other servants abused or hurt. A few of them are very kind to me, and the others have never done me wrong." Lotus managed to give a soft giggle, covering it with her hand as not to insult the Countess with her laugh. "Your grace, you shouldn't be so mean to Count Henrick." She was well aware of who wore the pants in the marriage. Lotus never cared about politics, she just did her best to serve both of her masters but she was well aware that Count Henrick was a coward. Even a blind man could see it. "He is an amazing man, with his own talents. I am sure that one day a matter in the castle will arrive that only Count Henrick will be able to solve. Then he will be able to prove himself."

Three!

I was going to type "Well I would have liked to have more people in the bracket but this is all we've got" But then I found out the nominee list is full of submissions. I think I might have even fucked up and made it public... But either way, here we go! I'll post the voting link in a second! GET READY BECAUSE IT HAS STARTED! THERE WILL BE THREE ELIMINATIONS, THE FIRST ONE ENDING ON THE 5TH OF FEBUARY After that, eliminations will be shorter. I'll make sure to post about all of them! Nevermind all that noise, I actually just read all of this again. Eliminations work in different ways from brackets, so they will be a lot shorter. We've got three eliminations, that will indeed be very short. First one will end on the 1st of Febuary ((Also I swear someone put Onodera in there just to spite me...))

Mhmm. Completely correct! Sorry to make everyone wait so long.

I mean did you see the shirt. The point is to be Derpy.

One Selfie Man Also have a Chitoge t-shirt.

Of all time? I don't know. I've played waaaaaay too many games. In recent memory? Final Fantasy 7. Overhyped as fuck, does not hold up to recent JRPGs in my opinion.

Well I actually hit a bit of a snag. I hit the character limit on the second post, because of all of the considered mech/characters. So for now the accepted bleep bloops has changed to the main page.