Big_Lunk_EU

Lunk nods in agreement with Britanics comments "I would say it was most likely. We sent them home with their tail between their legs the last time, it would of has a major blow against support for another attack. But that doesn't matter, as they're already here. What we need to do now is work on how to boot the b*stards back out, and people are right in saying one of the keys to that lies in their beachhead in White Plains... the crash site from the last war."

"Our number of medical staff are pretty low, but most of our agents have first aid training. We'll help any way we can with those injuries we encounter in the field."

"This is getting us nowhere! Militia can handle this. Find out whether this creep has anything to do with the hit on Brawler, then deal with it accordingly. I suggest you tag him the same as the people released from the Ziggurat. Now can we PLEASE get on with this meeting without further interruptions.
Has anyone got anything further to report before we go over plans for a counterstrike?"

He turns partly to Brit and lowers his head, clearly agitated at the whole situation, and mumbles under his breath "... if this is the standard to which they give out licences these days, I'm going to have to apply to have mine reinstated."

Lunk for one has a major gripe against mutant supremacists (same as he would other racial or cultural supremacists) and has ended up in heated arguments with "mutates" because of this (mostly due to those mistaking his opinions for being anti mutant)

in general, mutants are accepted as much as anyone else with similar levels power or freaky-looking-ness.

Snapping his hand out and grabbing Twilight's collar, pulling it down as he speaks without facing him "Perhaps you don't grasp the severity of the situation we're in, boy. We are under attack, and in order to overcome this threat, we have to police ourselves from ourselves."
He flicks his wrist back as he lets go "...Your a disgrace to your licence."

Lunk curls the broken sword tip in his hand back against his wrist, in front of his chest. A deft flick could send the sharp shard tearing across the room "Whether you are bound by our treaty or not, your behaviour shows that your continued operation may be detrimental to the war effort."
He looks briefly at Brit "I take it this is one of yours? I suggest he is incarcerated until such time as he can stand trial."
Changing his tone slightly, he lowers the metal shard, and adresses twilight "If I can keep the psychopaths, vampires, and demons who serve under me from looting and murdering their way through the chaos, I assume you can display an ounce of self control too"

Lunk nods to Brit, and takes his PDA from his pocket, setting it to record audio, and laying it on the table.

"The last week has been hard for us all, and shows no sign at getting any easier. Many of our number are dead, and even more are missing. But we can find solace in that every one of our fallen is matched by hundreds, if not thousands, of Rikti dead.
Those of us who lay our lives on the line, who are prepared to fight back these invaders with every last drop of strength and determination and blood, that they have are the greatest of us all. And we shall honour them by bringing victory against the Rikti, so those that they left behind, that they died trying to protect, WILL be protected."

He mutters something inaudibly is he takes his water flask from his belt and sips from it "...Now, is there anything that needs to be reported before we get to the business of how to stem the tide of this attack?"

Lunk smiles and nods to Helios as he approaches.
Picking up the sword tip, he examines it, slicing the tip of his finger to test the blade's edge. "Not as sharp without the energy field around it" he thinks to himself.

He turns to Brit and smirks. "Good to see you took up the offer of the armour... and that your not currently in 2 pieces... how are the girls?"

Events
The entire south wall of the KM-Tech factory in Port Oakes has been decorated in Rikti helmets, many with the heads still inside.
They started to smell a bit on Friday, and has since been sprayed with chemicals.

[Second council meeting. Late Saturday]

In the same bare walled room, members of the hasty alliance forged in the wake of the invasion begin to filter back in.

The ravages of war are clear on many a face in both the city and the isles. The stress, fear and pain that destroyed minds.
Yet the face of the giant, Big Lunk, despite the plasma scorched and blood stained appearance of his armour, showed none of this, bar a mad gleam in his eye.
To him the war was what he was born to do. What he was trained to do. His blood hungered for the fight.

Walking to the back of the room, he takes a seat, and begins unbuckling his armour, discarding it behind the chair.
He removed his respirator, and places it on the table in front of him, as he breathes in deep, and exhales with a low growl from the back of his throat.

[wspdr news report]
"... several protesters where shot and killed today in Grandville Plaza.
The group of around eight young men where said to have been demanding that Ambassador Kuhr'Rekt, the diplomat from the Rikti Restructurists who are behind the current attacks, would be evicted from the tower.
Things took an unpleasant turn a bane spider patrol group saw that one of the protestors was 'armed, and making threat of a violant nature', and promptly opened fire to protect nearby citizens from this rampaging lunatic...

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so maybe we can start a casual RP SG Owner's Club?

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Do we get our own special hats?

DR Mechano: pain reminds us we're alive
Lunk: then lets make the rikti NEVER forget
Professor Terror: I get the feeling Mr Campbel is enjoying this too much

Lunk smiles to Tower of power "It is good to see people so willing to work for the war effort"

Fiddling with his PDA, Lunk addresses the room without looking up "So we have a pact of cooperation, we have agreed to fortify our positions, and await a fully thought out plan, from those of us working alongside the vanguard, and an opportunity to put it into action.
Are we all agreed on this?"

Without waiting on an answer, he continues "I suggest we wrap this up, and reconvene over the weekend. Zortel, let me know when the strike on the sewer is taking place, I may be able to organise some relief forces to help protect the city while your people are preoccupied.
Does anyone have any final business?"

((WARNING! graphic descriptions of gore and violence. Do not read on if you may be offended))




[u]Campaign of Terror. invasion day 3. [u]

<from The National News Network 26/07/07. NNN, channel 251.>

In a studio, a blue suited man, an average cookie-cutter news anchor, sits at a desk, with his fingers interlocked.
"...And we join our reporter now on location in the Etoile Islands. Viewers are warned that they may find the following report disturbing."

"...Thank you, Bob."
The young NNN reporter, Melanie Hainault, stands proud in front of the camera. It wasn't often that mainland journalists where allowed into the Etoile Isles, especially at the invitation of a renowned criminal. Arachnos Liked to keep propaganda under control. This sort of exclusive could make her career. And all handed to her on a platter.
This wasn't the first time she had crossed paths with this villain. Back during the Rularuu incursion, her team was trapped outside the hospital in founders falls. This supposed 'bastion of evil', as some knew him, was one of the heroes that held the line.
But things change. People change.

"You join me here at the KM-technologies factory complex in Port Oakes in the Etoile Islands, the Infamous 'Rogue Isles', at the scene of one of this attack's shocking and bloody retaliations."
The camera changes to a panning view across the side of the factory, much of the wall scaled with Rikti helmets, a river of blood bellow, snaking off into the parking lot's drains.
Men in grey-blue uniforms stand on scaffold towers, manhandling live Rikti against the wall.
"Civilian workers at this factory, under the orders of the factory owner, and former Hero, Big Lunk, have been rounding up Rikti prisoners..."
The camera focuses in on an armoured Rikti soldier held against the wall by two of the men, as a third drives a foot long spike through the front of its helmet with a mallet.
"... and executing them to create this... unusual collage of death."
The camera moves back to the Reporter. At her shoulder is a giant of a man, in similar armour as the workers, standing nearly twice her height.
In the background is the noise of hammering, circular saws on metal and flesh, and inhuman screams.
"With me now is the factory owner... Tell me... what is the point of this?"
Lunk crouches to the microphone, as the reporter holds it up at arms length "Fear, Melanie. We're showing the invaders that we can and will kill every last one of them. There will come a time when Rikti tell their freak children horror stories about Humans, and they will run and tremble in fear at the very mention of Earth."
"And what do you say to claims that this is in fact provoking the Rikti into further attacks?"
"Have you seen the flyers, carpet bombing our homes? The realy dont look like they need any more provoking to attack"
"also there are some who...."
The scene falls silent as the atmosphere changes to a sickly green hue. The camera points skywards as a call goes out amongst the crowd "PORTSIGN! IINCOMIING!"
The camera pans down to the tarmac, swinging from side to side as the camera crew run for cover, and the feed goes dead.

Lunk nods slowly "Although I personally believe that a cull is in order, I will go with the majority decision. Just as there is even those in the Rikti's ranks that oppose this war, the same must be assumed of the Lost.
The strike on those who have already succumbed fully to the mutations, however, is a good idea. Zortel, can you arrange this raid?"

Lunk smiles "I'm sure every one of the people we represent will follow what we lay out between us today."

"I'm surprised no one has mentioned the little problem of their rather unusual method of gaining reinforcements. I haven't seen Paragon's sewers for over two years. They still have a 'little' problem with the Lost, yes?" He looks around the gathered people questioningly, as he takes his PDA from his pocket.

With a tone clearly of disgust, Lunk interjects. "If that is your view on fellow living beings, Mr Hawk, Then I suggest far from any civilians.
If they're willing to fight against the invaders, surely you can look past any previous actions?"

"Andre is right. Tag them, and let them out. If they play up, then they go back in. A bit of community service wont do anyone any harm."

"As for a plan of retaliation, we still have several agents MIA, Until they show, we're fortifying our position, and stopping the Rikti making a beachhead. Once we're confident enough in our position, you can expect EVIL's full support in any counter attack. To strike without solid footing will only result in a fall."

Looking around the room, Lunk turns to Britanic, lowering his head slightly and mutters under his breath "Imagine how far back it would set the metahuman community if someone set of a nuke in here..."
Sitting back up, smiling, seeming content with his 'joke', he addresses the room "... as of this morning, EVIL has ceased normal operations, legal or otherwise, in order to combat this threat. We personally wont be conflicting with any of your organisations, or the mainland's legal system. Some form of formal truce would be appreciated... at least until normal business resumes. I am also certain that many others from the islands, such as the TLF, corporation and New Mafia, are also too busy to cause any trouble.
So, can we all agree to a pact not to make the first strike against any other human..."
Lunk looks around the room quickly
"... I mean, Earth-based organisation whilst we continue to combat this threat?"
he raises his hand
"a show of hands for those in favour"

okay, so the PACS has been made public knowledge (check the council of war thread)
So anyone who's going for this, feel free to put together your suit.

Parts are as follows, Parts that are customisable in red, parts that are not in blue.
Colours [/b](all customizable)[/b] noted as numbers down, then across from left (so black is 1:1. White 1:10)

Robotic Arm 2 chest set
chest: insect armour. pattern: none. colour: 11:10
Shoulders: medieval 2. Colour: 11:10. 1:10
upper arms: Banded robotic. colour: 11:10. 1:1.
gloves: Banded robotic. colour: 11:10. 1:1.



heres a few examples of customized sets being used:
Blanscher
Fellus
Lunk
and on hero side Britanic

wish i managed to get some screen shots of the team we had out fighting yesterday evening, with most of us in the suits, but the excitement made me forget

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((Oh, I like that! Wait, hang on... is EVIL using the war for BUSINESS?! O.o shame on you!))

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((oh, the vests are completely free.
And EVIL isn't trying to profit off the war... But Lunk is KM is his own private company.
And just imagine the free advertising when the updated PACS is released on the market after the invasion XD ))

Leaning back in his seat, Lunk taps his finger against the table impatiently

"I can tell you, I for one wont joining this vanguard. Our fight lies on our doorsteps, not in some god forsaken spaceship junkyard. I have people to look out for, I wont be wasting my time gallivanting around, playing Flash Gordon."
He smiles cockily "good luck with your Alpha team though"

"I do agree with Britanic though. This is a time we should be setting aside our petty squabbles, and personal vendettas. Any other way would be tantamount to assisting the Rikti. Every person active, and available to fight is one more person who can make a difference. And on this note, I have something that may interest some of you..."

Standing up, he slides a disk out of his pocket, and feeds it into a slot in the table. The central section slides back, revealing a holographic projector, that flickers into life, forming a blue-grey image of an armoured vest

"the KM-Technologies mark three Personal Armour Combat Suite. PACS for short. Light weight, durable, layered plasteel plating. Internal life support system and life sign monitors. And a mediport signal booster, to stop those bastards locking you down when you really need to get outa there pronto. Theyre still in the prototype stage, far from perfect, but they may just save your life. We've already got several suits in operation, and the KM-Tech factory in Oakes is fabricating parts to throw together suits for whoever needs them. I'm sure we can arrange something for you mainlanders through Britty-Boy here"

Lunk leans forward on the table "Five years its been since they struck last, and they wiped out all but the best and the bold. Since then we've lived in fear of what they left behind. Of the possibility that they may return. And now that they have, they'll find us better prepared than ever before. We will destroy all those that raise arms against us, and we shall teach them, that now, it is US who should be FEARED!" He slams his hands down on the table, a look of madness across his face as he slowly calms and returns to his seat.



((PACS informations is there. will be updated soon, but i got an SG calling for help ))

Lunk nods slowly "Its a little harder for us out in the isles, its not as if the average person on the street is the sort of person we want to invite into our homes, but we're doing what we can. We've stockpiled supplies, and the office is underground, so we're pretty secure from the bombings, if any of you from the isles need a place to stay, we can probably arrange something... I recommended anyone who hasn't done so already digs in and fortifies their position aswell."

((lets get rolling. hopefully others will take part along the line))

Looking up at the amassed people, the good, the bad... the downright freakish, and slaps his hand a few times against the table.
"People...People... settle down... now... you probably why we called you all together. As I'm sure your all aware, there's been reports of Rikti incursions across the globe, with major strikes both in Paragon City and the Etoile Isles. It was determined pretty early on that these aren't the survivors, but an invasion force from the Rikti-Earth.
We're being attacked, people, and we need a solid plan of defence."