#plasma launcher

[halopedia]

Trivia Tuesday - Halo 5: Guardians Plasma Launcher

Did You Know the Plasma Launcher returned in Halo 5: Guardians? On March on Stormbreak, a coding oversight caused some Grunts to spawn with the weapon. When used by a player, the weapon lacked a HUD icon and a 1st person model, and its projectiles were unfinished.

#triviatuesday #trivia tuesday #halopedia #halowiki #halo wiki #halopedia.org #halo #halo: reach #halo reach #haloreach #reach #halo5 #halo 5 #halo5guardians #halo 5 guardians #halo 5: guardians #plasma launcher #plasmalauncher #haloweapons #covenant weapons #covenant #thecovenant #the covenant #halo weapons #covenantweapons

[nervousalpacahologram]

NEW PARTS LEAKERD IN A FUTUREPRESS GUIDE????

#light(?) tetrapod #handheld plasma launcher and heavy machinegun #backmounted gatling gun and detonating laser cannon? #ac6 #armored core #armored core 6

[titanomancy]

Scouring footage from the Horus Heresy Open Day and I am simply aswoon by the new shoulder-fired missiles, plasma and lascannon upgrades for the forthcoming beakies - every one of which sits atop the shoulder of the Marine operating it, making these compatible with your choice of 3d-printed Legion-specific shoulder pads.

Or, probably, Games Workshop’s forthcoming Legion upgrade packs, I guess. Do what you want, I’m not your space-dad.

But definitely do go and check out the full video that I pulled these glamor shots from. In that way, I am your space-dad.

#games workshop #citadel miniatures #warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #horus heresy #age of darkness #adeptus astartes #legiones astartes #space marines #heretic astartes #chaos space marines #traitor legions #sons of horus #heavy weapon support squad #lascannon #plasma cannon #missile launcher

[sw5w]

High-Energy Shell

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:56:58

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Naboo #Great Grass Plains #Battle of Naboo #Battle of the Great Grass Plains #AAT #Armored Assault Tank Mk I #primary heavy laser cannon #front hatch #MTT #Multi-Troop Transport #Gallo Mountains #high-energy shell #control command receiver antenna #secondary laser cannon #energy shell projectile launcher #high-energy plasma

[bimbospace]

armored core vi is such a good game wtf 😳 i thought i would like it but i didn’t think i would like it this much

#obsessed with building ACs of every kind bcuz theyre all rly fun to play #the tanks are such a fucking hoot just boosting around fucking shit up with rocket launchers #rly enjoying this one medium weight build with a bunch of plasma weapons and a stun baton for fat stun lock on bosses #it’s worked out rly well so far

[mapledkanata]

Ka-Ka-KaBOOM!

"Resigned" hunter Dr. Rockso puts on a light show..

His weapon is definitely inspired by old war box rocket launchers. It's a laser cannon/plasma gun. These big laser/plasma guns are what a good handful of hunters (most likely in the hands of wealthy or powerful families) have. Nathan has one of the newest, larger versions of this weapon.

The one Dr. Rockso's got is actually a prototype used by earlier hunters. They're very volatile and there have been accounts of the prototypes exploding on usage. They're extremely powerful but the weapon cant control or handle it.

so theyve been since decommissioned but Dr. Rockso still carries his around still muahaha

AU made in part with my friend, @sneakydevilship ; AU not related to the Monster Hunter Franchise!

#mtl #mtl fanart #metalocalypse #nathan explosion #metalocalypse fanart #dr rockso #dr rockzo #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #william murderface #pickles the drummer #Dethklok: Monster Hunter AU

[literallymechanical]

How do they keep up the fuel input into a fusion reactor? And how do they get the specified fuel mix into the reaction area if it’s sealed?

Oh that is a very good question! So, yes, the vacuum vessel is sealed, but there are plenty of vacuum passthroughs and other equipment that sticks into the torus. In this case, fuel is added to the fusion plasma in a couple of ways: the old-school method where it is "puffed" in as a gas, or as is more common now, it is fired in at extremely high velocity as frozen pellets of hydrogen isotopes.

Here is how the frozen pellet injectors are set up on DIII-D, in San Diego. Some are fired directly at the midplane at extremely high speeds (like, 1000 m/s (over 2000 mph!)), whereas some take a more circuitous, slower route – you get better fuel penetration when launching from the inner wall of the torus, even with slower pellets. This is done with a burst of pressurized light gas, usually hydrogen.

Here's a 1.8 mm diameter deuterium pellet bursting into plasma as it is launched from the midplane of ASDEX-Upgrade at 800 meters per second (1800 miles per hour):

pchooo

However, traditional gas-pressurized systems have a problem with a slow rate of fire (tens of Hz) and introducing potentially unwanted gas from the launcher. How to solve these problems?

ASDEX-Upgrade in Germany has pioneered a new method of rapid pellet launch: extrude a cylinder of frozen fuel into a centrifuge, which slices off pellets and launches them into the reactor! No pressurized gas needed. This iteration can do it at 70 Hz, but future centrifuges could go much faster.

Pellet injectors have more uses than just fueling! These are the nozzles of a "shattered pellet injector," also in ASDEX-Upgrade.

Rather than launch a tiny pellet of fuel, these have a sharp angle at the end that shatters a giant pellet (3 or 4 cm wide) of frozen heavy gasses (neon, argon, etc) and/or deuterium just before it enters the plasma. The sudden burst of fragments will do all sorts of funky things, like stop the fusion plasma dead in its tracks. This is an important way to mitigate disruptions that might damage the reactor.

For a very thorough overview of pellet injection technology, check out this paper out of Oak Ridge National Lab. They are one of the leading pellet injection research labs, and their launchers are installed in tokamaks all over the world:

#fusion #science #engineering

[gravityandmomentum]

armored core armored core armored core armored co-

Hehehe, Armored Core 6 is good. Fromsoft games are good in general actually. Now that I've played a non-Souls one, I've got a clearer idea about why; they just love making systems that reward you for learning and mastering them. Every AC part is layered with different advantages and disadvantages (especially the chips, generators, and boosters,) so you've got a lot to consider when you're building them. Don't bother getting all the most "OP" things and slapping them onto a build, it is so much more fun to conceptualize a playstyle you want and finding the very best parts to materialize your vision. This is the most rewarded I've felt for learning a game's mechanics in a LONG time, I am so in love with this game.

Just thinking about this boss fight where I was struggling, so I swapped the booster and only the booster, and my whole build came together just like that and I won pretty easily. Now I've settled on this build with reverse jointed legs and high accuracy only at short range so I can stick to enemies and be relatively mobile for a heavier medium weight. It's got plasma launchers on the shoulders and a light machine gun for constant pressure, and a bazooka that chunks their stagger meter. The booster has a really low cooldown so I can constantly change direction with dodges in the air, but it's range is really low so I have to rely on general movement to not get hit. It's just fun because it feels like you get to decide all the advantages and disadvantages of the player character.

#fromsoft #armored core #armored core 6 #ac #ac6

[toruhalo]

Hi! I would like to send a request, can you do something with the prompt numbers, 16. “I thought I lost you.”, and 19. “You could have died.”, with the character Kylo Ren /Ben Solo? 🙂

revenge is not worth this

masterlist

words: 911

warnings: violence and injury

A mix of fury and dread filled Kylo as he stood in a battlefield on D’Qar. The sound of blasters and starfighters faded as he glowered at the back of your head.

“You’re not going.”

“Why not?” you retort.

“I don’t want you getting hurt. If anything happened to you I-,” Kylo sucks in a deep breath, “Just… stay here.”

You had told him you wouldn’t go, yet here you are, swinging the lightsaber he had gifted you to train with. You’re defending yourself against a resistance soldier in a sea blaster fire, X-wings fighting off TIE fighters and rocket launcher explosions.

The sound of your name strikes your ears over the screams of battle as you inwardly wince as you recognize his voice. Your gaze lingered as you watched him maneuver across the grassy field effortlessly. His red cross-hilted lightsaber swung through the air around him in flashes of crimson light as he dodged blasts of green plasma as his masked head never strayed from your direction.

Before you could register it a flash of light blurs your vision and you feel a sharp pain in your abdomen. Through the sounds of battle, you hear a vocoded roar followed by a resounding thud behind you. Your attacker laid in a pile of twitching limbs, a victim of Kylo’s force push.

As your legs begin to give out, Kylo swoops in and cradles you in his black-clad arms. He’s talking to you through his helmet, but you couldn’t make out any words. The rocking of Kylo’s steps beneath you lulls you into a deeper state of irresistible drowsiness as you briefly recognize the interior of Kylo’s TIE silencer before you let your eyes close.

The dull ache on your side is the first thing you notice when you wake up. A blanket is covering your lower half, exposing your bacta patch covered wound to the chilly air. You blink your eyes open to see Kylo sitting across from you, helmet still covering his head. You’re laying in your and Kylo’s bed in your private chambers, lights dimmed, silence filling the room.

“Send in a medical droid,” Kylo’s mechanical voice said into his built-in comlink.

Not one minute later a droid flies through the sliding door, scans you head to toe and checks your temperature. The black droid beeps in confirmation, Kylo nods his head. The droid flies out as fast as it came in.

The silence continues as Kylo stares, you pick at the bedding beneath you. You were half expecting the room to be in shambles because you know how Kylo is with his tantrums. Yet the room was spotless, nothing moved since you snuck out behind Kylo’s back.

You didn’t want to lie to him, but rage motivated you to get revenge on the one who gave him the scar on his face. Days before he had revealed to you that the two now shared an unusual bond through the force, enabling them to see each other. This irritated you to no end, let alone filled you with jealousy.

“I thought I lost you.”

You wring your hands around the blanket as you gather it up to your chest. “I’m fine now,” you reply gently.

Kylo huffs, “You lied to me.” He stands to his feet and paces back and forth. “I told you not to go. I wanted you to stay here, stay safe. And what do you do? You go and get yourself shot!” He spins to face you, “YOU COULD HAVE DIED!”

Tears blur your vision as your bottom lip wobbles, “I-I’m sorry… I-,” you sniffle, “I just wanted revenge. I don’t know what I was thinking…”

“Revenge? Against who?” He asks puzzledly.

“Rey…”

“...”

He lifts his hands to click behind his ears as his helmet front piece moves upward creating a hiss sound, revealing his freckled face.

You look into his dark colored eyes to see they are slightly red and swollen as he sets the black and silver helmet onto a table. He sits down on the edge of the charcoal dressed bed next to your legs.

“She is my responsibility. Not yours. Don’t put yourself in danger for my sake,” he says as he sets a gloved hand over your blanket covered thigh.

“But she hurt you,” you bring your arm up and stroke your fingers along the scar beneath his right eye.

“And she’ll hurt you.” Kylo turns his head away from you, “After you fell unconscious in my arms… I don’t… I didn’t know if you would make it or not. I just focused on getting you help. My mind went blank other than rage and despair. If you didn’t make it… I wouldn’t be the same.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you sniffle. Guilt crawls its way into you as you begin blaming yourself for causing Kylo this agony. When you decided to disregard his wishes, the thought of dying barely crossed your mind. Your anger towards Rey consumed you, causing you to make careless decisions.

“I won’t do it again… I’m sorry,” you choke out.

Kylo shifts closer to you, grasping your hand in his considerably bigger one. “We’ll continue your training once you’re better. And no more going behind my back. If I tell you to stay, then stay. Promise?”

You nod.

He leans forwards, kissing the top of your head. He stays there for a couple of seconds, breathing you in. Telling himself you’re okay.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo fanfic #kylo x you #star wars #ben solo #adam driver #adam driver x reader #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo ren

[adam-sadmon]

So to supplement by last post wherein I made an Armored Core AC based around Makoto (and might do some more for the Thieves) it's alternatively funny to instead imagine AC's not built by design aesthetics or combat styles/characteristics of the Thieves but literally made BY the Thieves, so here's how I imagine each Thief would build their AC if sat down in front of Armored Core 6:

Ryuji: Easy. Tank legs, dual miniguns and dual missile launchers on the shoulders. He hasn't optimised it whatsoever and with a build like that honestly he doesn't need to, he's Tokyo drifting at mach 10 turning the atmosphere into 90% lead. He will absolutely drive Futaba insane over how stupid his build is and how terrifyingly effective it is, especially when he turns her fully optimised meta build into a tin can.

Futaba: Futaba is a Gamer TM, and a toxic meta-slave at that, so she's running dual Zimmermans and Songbirds, at least when she's playing online. She likes to challenge herself in the campaign (which she's played though about 10 times now) and loves to flex on the rest of the Thieves in the Arena, usually by only equipping a single bazooka and turning on manual aiming to practise her Quake/TF2 rockets. OH, and she has in fact bugged Yusuke into making some waifu decals for her which she stickerbombs her AC with.

Yusuke: At first Yusuke was literally just using the first AC you play as during the first mission of the game since he spent a 100% of his time creating decals and re-colouring his AC, until eventually he started changing the AC parts to compliment his decals and aesthetic, and finally he actually went into the test range to fight... So he could spend 110% of his time in photo mode.

Makoto: Makoto, much to the fear and surprise of Futaba, is ruthlessly efficient when it comes to her AC build and approaches weapon and part stats the way she would an exam, going out of her way to build an energy-weapon based medium-weight AC, having ran the numbers on the various energy generators and the sheer DPS on quad-pulse guns, and much to her surprise has even beat Futaba on multiple occasions, even against her meta-slave build. Though nobody knows and she wouldn't hasten to tell anybody Makoto has secretly spent an inordinate amount of time away from studying to make Buchimaru decals for when she plays alone in the campaign.

Ann: Having little frame of reference as far as mecha go Ann failed upwards, instead trying to emulate herself in the metaverse by running with dual Ludlow SMG's and even adding the whip-like plasma thrower to her build and, inspired by the sleek femme-fatale villainesses of her childhood shows, built herself especially light with reverse-joint legs, not for the added jump distance or decrease in weight but because they look like high heels. She has accidentally outed Makoto's dark secret by telling Mako-Chan that she and her should hang out and make some more Buchi emblems and makes Futaba question her existence when she victory dances after turning her AC into Swiss cheese.

Haru: As bloodthirsty in AC6 as she is in the Metaverse Haru gets noticeably too into Arena fights especially when landing a fully revved chainsaw or by going wide eyed and shallow-breathed when flying 300 metres up in the air on hovering tetrapod legs while raining down 40 missiles at once, usually on Ryuji who can't reach her with his stubby little tank legs and who refuses to change his AC. She's attempted to make a lighter weight, more aesthetically pleasing and eloquent AC's but says fuck it when she realises she can't equip the chainsaw without being overburdened.

Morgana: Morgana doesn't have thumbs, however when hanging around Futaba he backseats and has gotten her to make a gentlemanly, lightweight AC with quad-handguns painted all black and white to emulate his stylish masculinity, which he then got to see melted by Sulla. He hasn't even got to Balteus yet.

#Persona #Persona 5 #P5 #Haru Okumura #Ryuji Sakamoto #Futaba Sakura #Yusuke Kitagawa #Makoto Niijima #Ann Takamaki #Morgana #Mona #Armored Core #Armored Core 6 #AC6

[novankenn]

"Jaune Gets A Gun - Day 2" Predator - Various Weapons

Inspired by @howlingday's weapon posts

Jaune was ecstatic, not only was he excited about going to the convention centre again to check out the massive Gun Show, but he was doing it with his two best friends from Beacon. Ruby and Pyrrha. So distracted with those thoughts and feelings, his motion sickness never materialized.

Jaune: So where should we go first?

Pyrrha: Well, you still need a ranged option, so maybe...

Ruby: I think a shotgun would be for the best.

Jaune: Really? I would have thought the Adorable Rocket Launcher would have been my best option.

Pyrrha/Ruby: You are NOT eating that much of that trash to get a rocket launcher!

Jaune raised his hands in surrender while also laughing, his trademark goofy smile doing things to Ruby and Pyrrha's hearts. Then he noticed Pyrrha and Ruby slowly backing away from him...

Jaune: Is there something wrong?

Jaune feels someone tap him on his shoulder, so he turns, even though Ruby and Pyrrha are desperately motioning for him to come to them.

Jaune: Mr. Smith! I haven't seen you since forever! How's the hunting around Ansel been for you?

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Jaune: Yeah, grimm tend to do that. But keep trying, I'm sure you'll find one that lets you claim a trophy. Other than that?

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Jaune: Really? Your daughter is coming home for a visit from Vacuo? You and Mrs Smith must be excited about that.

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Ruby and Pyrrha stood a little distance away, confused, scared and curious. Scared of the massive seven-foot tall... thing talking with Jaune. Curious as to HOW Jaune was able to understand what sounded just like gibberish, and confused by Jaune acting so casually around it.

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Jaune: I'm attending Beacon, and I'm here with some friends looking for a ranged option to round out my kit. What about you?

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Jaune: Really? You have some impressive weapons already.

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Jaune: True, it's always good to have a back-up, sort of why I'm here as well.

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Jaune: I know you offered to train me with the Plasma Caster, and I agree it's a phenomenal weapon... it's the mask thing. I'm not really comfortable with it.

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Jaune: I have Crocea Mors... so having another kinda of melee weapon, even if I could throw it, really doesn't fit why I'm here.

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Jaune: (Rubbing the back of his neck) Yeah, um, I kind of took it without asking...

Mr Smith: (Sounding Angry) *Alien Language*

Pyrrha and Ruby just kept standing off to the side, watching the interaction between Jaune and Mr Smith. The incoming crowds of convention goers flowing around them like water, and totally ignoring Jaune and Mr Smith.

Jaune: I apologized and Dad agreed to let me continue to use Mors. But I agree it was stupid and insulting of me to just take it.

Mr Smith: (Patting Jaune on the shoulder) *Alien Language*

Jaune: I know you're trying to help out, but those are your weapons. I mean, shouldn't Rebecca be the one getting them when you retire?

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Jaune: I really appreciate the thought, and when the time comes, I'll definitely talk with Rebecca about it.

Mr Smith: *Alien Language*

Jaune: You enjoy the show as well. Hope you find something.

Pyrrha: (Shaking Voice) Jaune, who was that?

Jaune: Oh, that was Mr Smith. I know he looks dangerous, but he's a total teddy bear inside.

Ruby: How, do you, know him?

Jaune: He and his family move to Ansel about ten years ago. He's totally awesome. I mean, ever since he and Mrs Smith arrived the grimm have been nonexistent around Ansel, and the violent crme rate has basically become zero. You should see his trophy room, it's amazing, but a bit morbid.

Pyrrha: Morbid?

Jaune: Yeah, he has a habit of keeping skulls.

Ruby/Pyrrha: (Feeling sick) Skulls?

Jaune: (Totally ignoring Ruby and Pyrrha's reactions) You should see some of them, though. I mean, he has ones from things I've never seen. He's passionate about hunting and obviously has travelled a lot to have such a collection!

Ruby: Is Rebecca like Mr Smith?

Jaune: No, she's an orphan the Smiths adopted. She's actually a lion faunus. Really into hunting too.

Pyrrha: Maybe we should start looking around? I mean, that's why we're here... right?

Jaune: (With a goofy grin) Lead the way, oh partner of mine!

Unseen by anyone, a certain green-haired young woman was watching the trio from the doorway. She was biting her lip as she planned out how to make the blond goof turn into and stay as the blond angel.

Emerald: You will be mine, you blond succubus. You will be mine.

(I might stop using the colouring on the names. It takes a lot to go back through and do it, and I seem to always miss some. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.)

#jaune arc #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #the predator #arkos #lancaster #topaz #jaune gets a gun au

[ips-northstar-official]

Update from CPT Markus Wright, 2nd Bulwark Division, Aradian militia. The recruit mentioned in our previous transmission has been promoted to corporal, and this has had some side effects for the entire militia. The idea of tuning frames to specialize them in the exact opposite tasks implied by their original design has caught on in several companies. Examples include:

5th Cavalier Corps; The Nelson frames that made the corps famous have been retrofitted with extremely unstable mine-laying equipment "Donated" by opposing Iskander-class frames. The results have been surprisingly effective, allowing them to lay a trail of mines and make anywhere they charge impassable. This has severely pissed off the post-combat cleanup teams.

4th Vanguard Division; The normally shotgun-fanatics piloting our Tortuga frames have decided that in CQB ship-board combat, rocket launchers and a "Donated" apocalypse rail would be ideal weapons. Surprisingly, we have seen significantly fewer pirates after information about this development had spread, one prisoner commenting: "Piracy? Are you fucking kidding me? WHY would I EVER do that near Aradia? Those fucking maniacs in their shipboard division use RPGs. In CQB. WHY?!?"

7th Aerial Response Wing; Monarch frames have been outfitted with war pikes, and one of them managed to get a fucking plasma gauntlet. No, I don't know what drove them to this either beyond their claims of "But it will be so anime!". I don't know what they are talking about. But releasing combat footage of the 7th ARW has proven immensely popular with the locals. That dude with the plasma gauntlet ended up melting his mech and himself the first time he deployed it, but it took 3 enemy swallowtails with it so IDK what to think.

Hello CPT Wright! We’re happy to hear back from you. While it certainly isn’t what we designed any of the IPS-N mechs mentioned here for, this kind of ingenuity is exactly what we love to see from our customers. We’d like to send these companies some extra munitions to assist them in continuing to break the norm and perform above and beyond.

Godspeed, pilots.

#lancer rpg #lancerrpg #intern’s note: send me the 7th’s footage please please PLEASE I need to see these melee Monarchs

[mathiwrites]

Day 5, Prompt 1 of @tamlinweek: Shapeshifter

Notes: I've already written a couple of Shapeshifter-Faerie Tamlin scenes, so I wanted to see if I could put a twist to the prompt. So, welcome to Pacific Rim!AU ACOTAR. This fic is ongoing and multi-ship.

I'll probably put the masquerade prompt in this fic, too. Trust the process 👌

Read Courting the Apocalypse on AO3 or below the cut.

THE FIRST ATTACK

They came out of nowhere—somewhere deep in the sea, a place no one could follow.

The first attack happened in Australia, on the coast, and before long the massive creature was dragging itself into the city, destroying the lives of thousands. It had taken five days for the air force to take it down, in tandem with the military, and any other goddamn fighting force at our disposal. But the damage was done.

We called these creatures kaiju.

And that first guy? That first big, ugly, fucker? We called him Hybern—a level one kaiju that came back after the winter. We thought we had him, but whatever death we saw was a retreat. He waited, recuperated and hibernated until it popped up on our sensors again.

After the first attack, we knew we needed to change. We need to get bigger, faster, stronger. We needed to defy what we were in physicality by using what set us apart as the dominant species of this planet—our brilliance. We were no longer at the top of the food chain, but not for long.

And that is how the Jaeger program was born.

Giant mech suits that allowed us to change our shape and meet those things on a level playing field. We were knights—fuck, we were goddamn superheroes. We were anything but helpless little humans once the world came together and started sharing all their innovations, coming together against a single enemy. We could be whatever we wanted, fight in whatever way felt right. Plasma guns? Check. Swords? Check. Rocket launchers? Hell yeah.

But it wasn’t always good, and it wasn’t always shit.

My father was a part of the initial Jaeger Program, and he was the commander of Western Shatterdome of the Pan-Pacific Defense Force. My brothers were rockstars. They were the first dual pilot-team—the first soldiers who were able to set aside their hangups, their wants and needs, and blend into one another as one. They became our cause, and they became everything we needed.

Until me and my co-pilot killed them.

PRESENT DAY

“You need a new partner.”

“No.”

“Tam, will you slow down.”

“No.”

The auburn-haired soldier jogs beside his friend until he can stand his way; he can barely get Tamlin to stop, and much less look at him. A thick white bandage covers his eye, and Lucien knows that’s exactly why his friend won’t look at him. He sighs, trying to catch his gaze.

“It wasn’t your fault. None of it was. Not this, not what happened back then. If that’s what’s stopping you—”

“It’s not.” Tamlin snaps, looking at the metal walls of the hallway. The shatterdome isn’t made for comfort, it’s cold, utilitarian efficiency. Right now, it’s a lot more comforting than the warmth (and forgiveness) Lucien is offering him. “I’m done.”

After two partners, both of which that ended in some kind of tragedy, Tamlin gets the message. He’s not made for this fucking life. He can’t keep his partner safe, and he sure as hell can’t help his other teammates. What? Lucien doesn’t think he knows what they say about him? The PPDC are a superstitious bunch; the rangers have their rituals, and he wouldn’t be surprised that on their next deployment, if they manage to coerce him to get into one of those godforsaken machines again, they’d steer clear of him. Bad luck is contagious.

“Just go see. Andras found her manning an abandoned model two alone. Do you know how insane that is? Do you know who the only other pilot is who did that successfully? Will you,” Lucien snaps, grabbing Tamlin’s face to look at him. “It’s not your fault. I’ve been in your head. I know that you’re beating yourself up over guilt that doesn’t belong to you. I knew what I was in for signing up for this shit.”

His amber eyes search Tamlin’s emerald ones, finding all the grief he wishes wasn’t there. Lucien sighs, shoulders slouching.

He remembers the first time he jumped into Tamlin’s head—the fear and the anger had been so overwhelming. More importantly, the desperate cry to keep others out of his head was deafening. Lucien wonders if he’s the one that’s in the wrong, if he’s asking Tamlin to sacrifice himself for ‘the cause’.

“There’s so few of us left,” he says softly. Pilot compatibility has dropped over the years. Hell, there isn’t even enough people to test. The war against these monsters has worn hope down. “Someone has to believe in the PPDC. If it could be me, you know I’d free you.”

“If it’s not you, I’m not doing it,” Tamlin says softly. “We are one.” He shaped himself to Lucien—he slotted himself against his heart and mind. To abandon Lucien is to abandon a part of himself. It has to be him.

But it can’t. The second Lucien steps into the Drift, he’ll rob both of them of their left peripheral view. He knows they could adapt; he knows that Tamlin is so damn stubborn, he’d give Lucien his sight back like a healing, avenging angel. Pair that weight along with the responsibility Tamlin feels for Lucien, he’d be taking too much of the mental load. It’s a risk that he can’t take.

Lucien pulls Tamlin close, pressing their forehads together. “Just because I’m not in there with you, doesn’t mean I won’t be there with you.”

Tamlin eases at his touch, and listens. He closes his eyes, latching onto that familiar voice that’s lived in his mind for years.

“I’ve asked for a transfer to LOCCENT. I might not be in your head, but I’ll be in your ear.” Lucien grins.

“What?" You’ve been planning this the whole time?”

“Yeah? Do I look like a quitter to you?”

No, Lucien doesn’t quit. Lucien is a fighter, through and through. To think, they’d sold Lucien to Tamlin as the failure of a legacy family, just like he was. To think, they’d made the best team—brain and brawn.

“Fine, I’ll go see her.”

“Good man,” Lucien pats Tamlin’s cheek, affectionately. His smile falters, as his hand slips to Tamlin’s shoulder. “I need you to know. He’ll be there. He’s still looking for a partner.”

Well, fuck.

#tamlin week #tamlin #pro tamlin #pacific rim au #polyamory #multiple ships #rhysand #lucien #feyre #tamsand #tamcien #feylin #tamlin x rhysand #tamlin x lucien #tamlin x feyre

[kivaember]

ac6 drabble: fall

cracks knuckles right, onto the next prompt: "Rusty vs. Brainwashed Walter" from @brightlady-lise which! I actually did want to write a oneshot for before... maybe i can use this drabble as a springboard hmm, we'll see.

Anyways, here we go.

fall

In any other circumstances, it barely would've counted as a fight.

The AC Walter had flown in on was a beast, bristling with Coral weaponry that threatened to slag both Rusty and Raven's ACs at the slightest misstep, both of them running lightweight mechs with equally lightweight armour. Even then, in any other circumstances, it wouldn't be a fight.

Walter was disorientated - deranged, really - his movements unpredictable and wheeling, as he ranted in a slurring voice that pinballed between random topics, linked by a logic only his scrambled brain could see. That unpredictability was dangerous though - Rusty had almost dodged into a shot just because Walter had been aiming at something none of them could see, and Rusty's own FCS and ocular feeds were partially busted up from soloing an entire suppression fleet in the toposphere, meaning it was hard to tell what Walter was doing most of the time.

Even then, in any other cicumstances, it wouldn't be a fight.

No, the problem came that Rusty and Raven were exhausted and ammo depleted. Rusty had ran out of ammunition in the first minute of the fight, having had only a fistful of rounds left in both his rifle and his needle launcher. Raven was just as badly off, having burned off most of his rounds on Arquebus's Balteus mech, which meant both of them were reduced to melee only. That wasn't getting into the damage their ACs had already incurred, the low fuel in their generators...

...and...

Rusty remembered before, when he and Raven fought in the Depths. There hadn't been a shred of hesitation on Raven's side, the moment he realised Rusty wasn't playing around. If he had any emotional attachment to him, any misgivings, it hadn't manifested in the fight. Raven had gone for the throat as ruthlessly as any attack dog - no mercy, no compromise.

In this fight, it was an entirely different story.

Rusty narrowly evaded the screaming beam of Coral energy by leaping upwards, STEEL HAZE ORTUS's HUD beeping several strained warnings at him from several directions: G-Force warning (the Xylem was re-entering Rubicon's atmosphere), temperature warning (the Xylem was re-entering Rubicon's atmosphere) and high Coral contamination (the Xylem was re-entering Rubicon's atmosphere). Every violent movement, every quick-boost, carried a drastic risk to go horrifically wrong if Rusty mistimed it or went too high.

The Xylem's gravity well was just barely keeping their ACs tethered to the ship as it plummetted down towards the Alean Ocean, wreathed in a burning plasma they were just about shielded from by the colony ship's superstructure. Walter's AC seemed to defy basic physics with how it effortlessly hovered above the ship's hull without needing to continuously gun its boosters to stay level, which meant that Walter's derangement wasn't endangering him much. The man just had to point his various Coral weaponry at them and shoot: wildly.

Still, it was a fight that would've been manageable, otherwise. But a combination of no ammunition, low generator fuel, the Xylem currently screaming into Rubicon's atmosphere and transforming into a lump of melting metal as the air became superheated plasma... the fight was tough. The fight was dangerous.

And, even more telling, Raven was floundering.

Several times, Rusty had seen Raven ignore a clean shot at his handler. One time, he'd witnessed Raven actually charge in with his pulse blade, and if he'd followed through he would've cleaved Walter's AC in half - but at the very last minute he had aborted the hit, and got booted full force in the Core for his moment of ill-timed mercy. Rusty had to all but throw himself on Walter to ensure that the man hadn't followed his kick with a killing blow and ended up losing his shoulder mounted needle launcher in the process.

Rusty just thought Raven needed a moment, a minute maybe, to process and realise that it was them or Walter, and that they had to choose survival. Walter was in too crazed of a state to leave roaming around in a superpowered C-Weapon AC unopposed. But a minute passed, almost two minutes, and Rusty realised that if Raven carried on, they were going to die.

"Buddy," he said tersely over comms, evading yet another bolt of Coral energy as Raven ineffectively dithered on the ship hull below. "I don't mean to press you, but we're running out of time here. We've gotta stop Walter, fast."

Raven didn't respond - Rusty didn't expect him to be able to - but the Xylem lurched underneath them, drowning the world out with an ear-splitting crack. The ship was breaking up underneath them, and the superstructure shielding them from the worst of the re-entry? That was beginning to break apart too.

Debris came crashing across their little battlefield, and Rusty weaved around the blocks of steel and reinforced cement to find himself suddenly crashing into something that forced STEEL HAZE ORTUS's structural integrity alarms to scream "AP AT 10%!" and his vision to spin nauseatingly as ORTUS was sent flying across the deteroiating hull in an uncontrolled pinwheel.

"Shit-!" he snarled, ignoring the chirping G-Force warnings as he fought the controls, trying to regain balance - only to hear the telltale scream of that Coral beam charging power - close, dangerously close - and thought well, i guess walter's worth more than me, then-

The noise abruptly cut off, just as Rusty managed to regain control of STEEL HAZE ORTUS's tumble. He engaged the maglocks on the AC's feet, slamming down onto the Xylem's hull as his fuzzing ocular feeds focused on-

Walter, frozen with his Coral rifle aimed at Rusty - and a dissipating pulse blade flickering through his Core.

Somehow, the whole scene felt isolated from the fiery chaos around them. The glowing Coral energy in the rifle dimmed, the arm holding it up slowly angling downwards as Walter's AC tilted awkwardly to one side. The comms crackled, Walter's strained, wheezing voice breaking through - the blade must've missed the cockpit, but that didn't matter. The Core had been breached, and that meant no oxygen.

"621..." Walter rasped. "You've... finally found..."

He didn't finish. What he thought 621 found, what he thought he gained, none of them would ever know.

The Xylem, placed under tremendous stress it was never built to endure, abruptly split apart beneath their feet, engines and fuel tankers rupturing and detonating with a cataclysmic explosion, the hull cracking open. Rusty acted on instinct, disengaging the maglocks on his AC's feet and boosting upwards to get out of the blast zone.

"RAVEN!" he yelled on the comms, if only to hear himself over the myriad of warnings blasting over his HUD. "YOU NEED TO JUMP SHIP! RAVEN!"

At first, Rusty thought Raven didn't hear him - or maybe decided to go down with the ship, with Walter. Raven's AC simply stood there, its arm rammed elbow deep into the Core of Walter's AC, seemingly oblivious to the ship breaking up around them. But, just before Rusty crossed the point of no return, before he left Xylem's gravity well entirely and lost any possible chance of tracking Raven afterwards, the mercenary abruptly released Walter's AC and boosted after him.

"There, that's it! That's it, buddy! C'mon!" Rusty slowed STEEL HAZE ORTUS's boost, giving Raven a chance to catch up despite the risk - it paid off. Soon they were both together, veering away from the Xylem's explosive re-entry, and finding themselves descending at speeds that would make anyone sweat.

"The last stretch!" Rusty said, reconfiguring STEEL HAZE ORTUS's posture into re-entry mode. Every AC had it, but re-entry was only recommended when the AC's intregrity was uncompromised. STEEL HAZE ORTUS's wasn't, and Raven's had taken a beating too, but they had no choice. They'd have to rely on their terminal armours if things took a turn for the worst.

"I'll see you on the other side, buddy!" he called, even as the warning light for comms interferences flickered across his HUD, the only thing he could hear being the dull roar of STEEL HAZE ORTUS trying to rattle apart as it hit terminal velocity. "Don't go dying on impact, okay?!"

There was no response. "CONNECTION LOST!" flashed across his HUD.

All that could be done was to sit and pray, really.

So that's what Rusty did.

-

From the ground, all that could be seen was what looked like a meteor shower chasing the tail of a large comet, hurling down towards the sea.

#armored core 6 #armored core #v.iv rusty #c4 621 #handler walter #fanfic #drabbles

[average-transdalorian]

Head in hands. I really can’t consume media without thinking “how can I add Mandalorians to this,” can I

Here’s how Mandalorians could be in Dungeon Meshi

Step one: Force/Manda/Magic Bullshit yoinks, mmm, six clans from different universes into the Dungeon Meshi one. Can they tell whether or not they’re from different universes? Not really, the differences are minimal. The Bullshit just did that so none of the clans would have grudges. Anyways, the Gorane (blacksmiths) quickly figured out that hey, Adamantium (and maybe Mithril) are nearly identical to beskar in terms of properties! What’s the big difference? Well, Beskar interferes with magic. A lot. It can entirely dispel simple magic, and complex magic takes a lot more effort to maintain and works a lot worse on a Mando’ad in full beskar. Now, because of this, heirloom sets that are beskar do *not* get stripped for electronics *ever*. The gorane figured out how to recreate the functionality of the electronics through simpler circuits and magic, but that only works on steel, adamantium, and mithril. Anyways, it’s been a few generations, and you know how Mandalorians are with adopting. The clans are prospering, and have taken in plenty of orphans from other species, although spellcasters make most Mando’ade a little uncomfy, due to societal Jedi/Sith trauma. Each clan splits in half, six finding land to settle down on, the other six still wandering as nomads, sometimes being trading caravans, sometimes *protecting* trading caravans, sometimes just blowing through towns to eradicate monster flocks and leaving not even the corpses behind. Why wouldn’t they leave the corpses? Mando’ade are hunters by tradition more than they are warriors. They know how to take the remains of beasts and make them useful, both as food and as goods. Now, when the whole thing with Dungeon Meshi’s dungeon starts up, various Mando’ade hear about this, and go “hang on, we can make ourselves an Evaar’la Manda’yaim [New Soul-home]? AND it’s filled with monsters that we can take for food and to make shit to sell? Sign us the fuck up!!!” And most of them immediately got cuffed by their clan leaders, because it wouldn’t be a proper Hunt if they just swarmed the dungeon en masse (and the generations they’ve lived out of the GFFA have had them lean more into Proper Challenge Hunts than what they had going on before). Eventually, they decided to send out one warrior from each clan, in two squads of six. Each warrior was armed with a traditional beskad (type of Mandalorian sword, roughly machete sized, this thing),

and also an ori’beskad designed after The Bullshit, made possible by the lightness of magical metals (think this here wooden sword,

but with a cutout or two like the other beskad), as well as your typical bajillion knives. As for kom’rk (gauntlet) armaments, blasters are out (can’t make them because tech limitations, DEFINITELY can’t make ammo. Because tech limitations), but needle-dart launchers are in (what it sounds like. Long thin pointy metal needles that go very fast and can fuck up whatever it goes through if it hits something vital). Flamethrowers, cable launchers, and plasma/magic bucklers are still in, but whistling birds have been switched out for little spell storage crystals or some shit, maybe a potion injector instead. Knee missiles just get ditched entirely (rip). HUD functionality is maintained by magic, as are helmet filters and the like. Jetpacks are also out, unfortunately, but they’re working on that, and haven’t needed quite that much upward mobility in situations where a cable would do the trick yet. Anyways, the Mando’ade have a policy of not taking off their helmets fully in the dungeon, only taking them off at all by just slipping them far enough up to eat. This is for safety purposes. None of the ones in this particular dungeon have beskar armor, as it may interfere with the magic that makes revivals Super Duper Easy and that would be Not Good. The two squads eventually realize “fuck, healers and spellcasters are. Kinda necessary. And we don’t really. Have any of those between the 12 of us” (like I said; Sith/Jedi Trauma). So, they split into six pairs (no Mando’ade should go alone, especially not with their numbers already so low) that join up with other parties. And that’s about where I’m at with this idea!

#dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #Star wars #mandalorians #crossover #I guess #sometimes the autism just runs away with a concept

[marlonbrandto]

REINFORCEMENTS FOR AUN’SHAR

The response team lead by Commander Novastorm was intended to be the tip of the spear in the battle for Maynos. After his Orca dropship broke through the space marine fleet in orbit, however, he intercepted a distress signal coming from Tau forces already on the surface of the planet.

1. The Orcas’ security team has been reassigned to Strike Team Burning Ember, to replenish their ranks after most of the lighter armored members met their demise at the hand of the Necrons. Trained to clear and secure the drop zone, as well as defend within the confines of their dropship, they will be an invaluable addition to the Protectors infantry.

2. The Crimson Order crisis team is comprised of two iridium reinforced battlesuits, and four standard XV8 suits ,two of which are piloted by Shas’Vre rank veterans. The Order operates like a single organism, creating a strong phalanx with their shield generators around the Commander in one instant, then in the next scattering into two smaller teams led by the two Veterans, splitting the enemies’ attention as their Commander takes to the sky for a devastating aerial bombardment. Both of the veterans have equipped their suits with ritual blades, as they have each joined in a separate Ta’liserra, forming the sub-teams Crimson Dusk and Crimson Dawn, which, under the command of Commander Novastorm forms the Crimson Order.

3. Shas’O May’nar Bo’ran, AKA Commander Novastorm, piloting his custom XV-85 Coldstar Commander battlesuit. Despite the warnings of Earth Caste engineers, Bo’ran has removed almost all of the safeties and fine tuned the tolerances on his controls to react to the slightest twitch of his finger. Compared to other Coldstars, his current battlesuit moves three times faster, and can preform VTOL almost instantaneously, at the cost of the thrusters requiring constant maintenance to function. Bo’ran has encouraged the pilots under his command to perform similar modifications to their suits, breaking the limit of what the common XV8 crisis team can be capable of. Beyond the Coldstar thrusters and high-output burst cannon typically seen on a XV-85, Bo’rans’ suit is had been outfitted with an ejection system, shoulder mounted fusion blasters, a multi tracker targeting system, and the prototype Supernova Launcher, a modified grenade launcher that can hurl plasma grenades great distances, setting fire to organics and melting metals.

4. The Hammerhead gunship was intended to be used as a deterrent for enemies that would try to come close to the Orcas’ drop zone. Crewed by 3 skilled pilots, all work in tandem to fire pinpoint railgun slugs, decimating enemy armor from an incredible distance. The communication relay that was kept in its hull has been removed and left within the Orca, giving room for Aun’Shar and his infantry to board.

.5. The Orcas’ drone bays have been emptied for the greater good and support the expeditionary force. The presence of drones were sorely missed by the survivors of Aun’Shars’ honor guard, who were not requisitioned drones with the assumption that they would not ever be under heavy fire. With the last of the Orcas’ cargo unloaded, it will be at greater risk on its journey back to the fleet, but if the life of an ethereal hangs in the balance, such risk becomes almost necessary to ensure his safety.

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As the Orca roars back into the atmosphere, Aun’Shar climbs into the Hammerhead. It’s a tight fit with the number of soldiers packed in, but not uncomfortable. Slowly the Hammerhead floats into the dark recess of the vault, closely followed by the escort of battlesuits and drones. Aun’Shar squeezes by his warriors to look out the viewport at the Maynos sun, wondering if this will be the last time he sees it as the blackness swallows his gunship.

#fanfic #warhammer 40000 #sci fi oc #battle report #tau empire #warhammer 40k #warhammer miniatures #warhammer oc #warhammercommunity #warhammerpainting #warhammer #painting warhammer #miniature painting #tau 40k #tau #3d printing