Consortium plotline... because why not...

OOC what the buck is all that insanity about?

OOC. robocraft.
I really like the game, but this annoys me to no end.
just now, i had an incident where i hit a Tier 4 armored vehicle for 10000+ damage with my plasma casters. then he proceeded to destroy me with a few shots of lasers. after he killed me, i saw that he had literally no damage whatsoever! i fucking hit him from above! he didnt even have armor there, just put his pilot seat on an armor plate! his lasers were in plain sight! by all logic, the lasers hould have been destroyed, and the seat disconnected!
and then how did the lasers, the weakest weapons, destroy my entire craft with a few shots when direct plasma caster hits, the highest damage weapons, most often only manage to cripple it with a full salvo hit?!

Sounds bad, yet I wouldn't know the extent of this

OOC. and again... that armor is just way too OP...
i was shooting salvo after salvo at him, most of them were at least near hits(which still cause damage), and all he lost was a corner of his armor plating.
then he proceeds to dismantle my craft with his fucking lasers....

this just makes no fucking sense... until Tier 3 armor, armor and weapon of the same level meant that the weapon penetrated with relative ease.
I am shooting that Tier 4 armor with blast after blast of Tier 5(!) plasma casters and it barely gets damaged ffs!
That gun costs more than a small tank, and its just useless in high tiers!

OOC. now im shooting at Tier 3 armor, and it gets destroyed as expected. not useless, but it isnt godmode. Shooting at Tier 4 with the same weapons, no damage whatsoever.

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youre really annoying when you do these...

well that's racist

Yeah, call me when youre willing to actually communicate...

I am

shall we assume that Ar'Kais was given quarters, a blank-field generator, and some time passed?

yes

/several hours later, the null-gate in the hangar open again, and a relatively small shuttle comes through, identifying itself as the expected personell. Dredd and Tex are notified and head there/
Dredd: One thing of note: Since you are technically, unofficially, my second in command, you are their superior

Tex gets a very devious grin

Dredd: /noticing this/....(thoughts: i am going to regret this...)

she waits now

/one swift skip later, they are in the hangar, where the ramp of the shuttle is opening, then the previously "introduced" 5 walk down. after they line up, the Facilitator(referred to as "MeFaU" in the future) steps forward/
MeFaU: In accordance with orders, (lists designation which i cant be arsed to type in again), are all present reporting for duty, SuCoU.
Dredd: Acknowledged. Report to the Ai of the base for details of the base, and assignments.
/After acknowledgements of orders, they all leave... except for Dredds mom/
Her: So, not even a "Hi there", son...? Look at you, all grown up and promoted. Its as if you blew holes in the walls of the firing range with your poorly calibrated railguns just yesterday... And would this happen to be your mate...? Interesting choice of components...
Dredd: ....and that is why i said that she is weird....

Tex: Hi there.

Her: So, youre tex? im MeReDU 03.34.07.02:17.00.... which is a rather boring name, so just call me Mer. We're family after all.
/dredd looks like he is about to have a meltdown/

Tex is kinda finding it hilarious but aint showing it
Tex: nice to meet you. I... *they hear a noise*

/turns to the noise. So does Mer/

they see Tara there, doing weightlifting with a small fighter

OOC: in armor? o.O
i cant imagine even a primarch lifting that much without it

IC:
Mer: according to smy scans, that is most likely you offspring.... but what is she doing?

yes
IC Tex: weightlifting

Mer: ....you dont have equipment to move heavy weights? she doesnt seem to be achieving much progress in moving it. I am also fairly certain that it could move on its own power

Tex: she's doing it to make herself stronger

Mer: ...i see... Doesnt even greet her progenitor amidst her activities... just like her father... did he tell you of the time when (relevant embarassing "child" story ensues)

Tara: *looks up* Oh hi! *keeps weightlifting*

Mer: well, at least she is diligent. However, no excuses, both of you, with me to wherever people receate in this place. We have to get to know each other, after all
Aesir: /to dredd/ im getting the impression that the battleforce just wanted to get rid of her...

Tara: so...who are you?

Mer: oh, you offend me. Young ones these days, dont even recognise their grandparents

Tara: lulwut

Dredd: This is my female progenitor. By definition,she is indeed your grandmother.
Mer: I see youre still so uptight... Dredd, you are called now? at least its better than the previous designation

Tara: huh. nice to meet ya.

Mer: likewise. Lets see.... /she inspects her thoroughly with scienctific shit, not too discreetly/ ....interesting design choices....

Tara: *takes her helmet off* wut

Mer: exactly that. separatable organics and synthetics... Organics based on an inferior species... very interesting design decisions... i wonder what lead to it...

Tex: yeah i'm adopted

OOC. ...wut? she wasnt talking to her, or about her

i meant tara

Mer: i highly doubt that. You most definitely bear the marks of your fathers work in your organics and synthetics. I dont know if the same is true for your mothers

Tara: no I am adopted. trust me.

OOC. im at least 3% sure she isnt

Tara shrugs

OOC. that was OOC....
anyway...
IC:
Mer: Adopted or not, im gonna spend a lot of time here, so we might as well get acquianted.
Dredd: ....amazing how fast she learned and adopted the improper forms of this language...
Aesir: well, she is called an expert for a reason...

Tara: cool. 
Tex: *to dredd* should we tell her she's a primarch?
OOC G2g

Dredd: i do not see why not.
Aesir: At worst she will get even more interested in her...

Tex: okay *walks up to her*