Techbot Alpha

Void Stalkers are not Kheldians. They are Council affiliated mercs that hunt and kill Kheldians. Rather painfully, might I add; Quantum Array guns forcibly seperate the Kheldian/Nictus and human parts of Peacebringers and Warshades from one another, effectively destroying them.

Leon merely laughed, cutting down demon after demon. One managed to get in close, scythe like talons raking Leon clean across the face. The vampire paused for a moment, before speaking a single word. It sounded like it should not be pronounceable by a normal tongue, and made the very air itself twist, bringing with it the smell of sulphur. The demon screamed, bursting and vanishing in an explosion of hellfire, its true name banishing it back to whence it came.

Calmly, Leon reached up and removed the shattered frames of his glasses from his face, flicking them aside as the remaining demons drew away quickly. He looked up, his eyes fully crimson, the triple claw marks fading from his face even as they watched.

"Fool? Traitor? You are the one who claims power and rank you have not earned...child. Massive armies, world domination and who else knows what? You call yourself a vampire? You think yourself Nosferatu? Pathetic."
The old vampire rolled his neck, the joints clicking, before he took a stance and repeated his open-palmed gesture, daring Bathory. "Come, little girl. Let us see what you're really made of."

Leon merely chuckled, not looking around as the demons encircled him.
"My, my, the new crop really does strut it's stuff, doesn't it? You must be, what? Three hundred, four hundred? Tops?" He grinned, the firelight making the his teeth and the ruby lensed glasses glow. "And I thought that elders and betters got respected around here..."

It was a this point, as he began to twirl the katana again, that a high powered round blew a chunk out of his skull, his neck snapping to a queasily unnatural angle.
"...Oh, come on. Really?" Leon sighed, rolling his eyes. He reached up with his free hand, yanking his neck back into place with a sharp and grating crack, even as the gaping head wound began to heal, the bone and skin knitting in plain view. "Guns, giant robots, laser beams... Not a thought for style or, y'know, actual skill." He rolled his neck experimentally, before swiping the katana blade across the floor, kicking up an arc of sparks.
"Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I was about to get surgical!" he chuckled, spinning and cross-cutting the demon behind him, before uppercutting it so visciously that it's remains hadnt even hit the floor before they'd faded into nothingness. "Let's dance!"

"Now, now, gents. Attacking a lady? Thats not very nice. Mind you...nor am I!"
Leon strode through the fire, the flames bending away just enough to let him pass, giving him an eerie halo fo flame, underlighting his face and glinting off the ruby lensed glasses. In a blink he was gone, only to reappear between the three werewolves that were attempting to pounce Alecia, katana windmilling faster than the eye could track, his hand moving impossibly fast to keep the blade spinning.

"Hunters and Vampires, eh? The good old cliche? With giant robots and robotic zombie armies, now? Didn't use to happen like that back in my day," Leon quipped, grinning toothily at the werewolves and then Bathory.
"You...I think I know," he went on, nodding to Pious, "The Priest, yes? Leader of the just and all that? Heh, capital. You, on the other hand..." he glanced back to Elizabeth, raising an eyebrow. "Don't think we've met, m'dear. I tend not to keep track of the youn 'uns, these days," he added with another wide smile, before swiping at a werewolf that stepped too close. "Nuh uh, boys. I don't have anything against you chaps, but something tells me your bosses here aren't too fussed about a few bits of cannon fodder...more to the point, nor am I, eh? Heh."

Hence why on Tier 1 and 2 I said models, not model

Oh ja? Ve haf vays of makin you talk! *bring out thumbscrews*

Heh, tbh some sort of 'global slot' makes the most sense. Im certain I remember some unknown slot making its way into one of the Betas that was then hastily gotten rid of...either that or it was the Praetorian salvage that popped up then was whisked away again. My memory core needs cleaning out of glitch mice. Again...

But global slots have been speculated as the things that make most sense since the announced the Incarnate stuff.

Lets see shall we?

Basic models, Tier 1 pet
- Basic Model plus upgrade 1
- Basic Model plus upgrade 2
- Basic Model plus upgrades 1 and 2

Basic models, Tier 2 pet
- Basic Model, plus upgrade 1
- Basic Model, plus upgrade 2
- Basic Model, plus upgrade 1 and 2

Basic model, Tier 3 pet
- Basic Model, plus upgrade 1
- Basic Model, plus upgrade 2
- Basic Model, plus upgrade 1 and 2

Thats 9 just for each set as they are now.

Now, what level of customisation do they do? Do they make more Options for the sets? So for Robots you could have Standard, Steampunk, Retro-tech, Arcane and Bio-tech? That would be 36 new alterations, all of them set models.

Or would they give us per critter customisation? That would be triple, maybe quadruple the work.

So, yes, its a lot of work. Do we want it? Yes. Do the Devs want to give us it? By all accounts, yes. Will it happen? We dont know. Its as simple as that.

Leon stood on the rooftop, the sniper all but forgotten. Instead, he gazed out on the incoming horde, a smile broadening on his lip as the cigarette swivelled lazily back and forth.
"Now...call me arrogant, but...that looks like my kind of scrap," he muttered to himself, stepping out onto thin air, only to reappear from midair in front of the mass of demons and undead.
"Oi, you fugly chaps over there!" he shouted, eyes gleaming as he grinned impudently at them, katana resting on his right shoulder as he held his palm-up hand to them, before flipping the fingers in a 'bring it' gesture; "As they used to say at school; "Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough!"

Shamelessly inspired then evolved onward from this;