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Appreciate you taking the time to explain your decision. Though you asked for no apology, I offer one for any inconvenience my absences posed for the game, it's narrative or to other players. You bring a lot of passion to gaming, Dannigan, and I give you my best wishes that you continue to...

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Whoa boy. In short, super busy life. Work really ramped up, reaching a peak last week and I can finally breathe again. Likely getting a promotion out of it, which is nice, but just had way too much to do. Also, my year and a half old kiddo is now walking and skipped right to running and he's...

It gets everyone sooner or later. I adore being able to finally log into RpNation and finding this game still zipping forward. :) You guys doing well?

Aw thanks! As much as I like the Robotech saga on its own merits, the Zentraedi/Meltrandi are probably my favorite element of it. I've seen science fiction do tank-bred clone warrior aliens and I've seen science fiction have humans assimilate aliens but haven't seen quite this combination...

Meltrandi are a clone race, born, bred and conditioned in tanks. Each of them wakes up with programmed memories that provide them with a sense of cultural uniformity and purpose, as well as the 'proper Meltrandi attitude'. No matter how long lived they are, they're very isolated from other...

"'Not my battlefield?' Ha haaaaa! Come and take it from me!" Neqel didn't need a second invitation. She tabbed the fast-release for her flight harness, popped the canopy open and leaped out to perch in plain sight of the War-Queen. Despite the ridiculous size disparity, Neqel bared her...

Neqel's eyes narrowed. She actually stood up in her cockpit before bumping her head against the canopy. When she moved to pop the release, she remembered anew that this wasn't her ship and she wasn't in command here. Instead, the Meltrandi fell back in her seat and flipped on the comm unit...

Oh my! ...now I have to remember where to look up the level-up information. I'll have to dig up my copy of the Southern Cross book (or whatever we used for char gen) when I get home (I'm in Eastern Oregon but am driving home tomorrow). Thanks for the catch, boss! ;)

@Dannigan @Kaerri You two make it through okay?

Neqel refamiliarized herself with the gunner position, in the back seat of Shirley's mecha. She'd been using mobile cannons her entire military career...which happened to span nearly every year she'd lived save for the past dozen or so. Still, she was used to being a pilot and toggling the...

Try a flare? A blast of loud noise? Blast debris from the ceiling to get the monster to react to something landing on its back? ...Actually land on its back? Palladium is a pretty linear system; it does what it does with pretty rigorous rules but it doesn't even pretend to cover outside of...

Neqel raised an eyebrow at Shirley's exclamation. "Holy mackerel?" she repeated, feeling the phrase out. It wasn't one she'd heard before. The use of the word 'holy' suggested a divine oath, though. What had the Lieutenant seen in her that prompted an appeal on God? It couldn't be simple...

The light and mobile variety.

Along for the ride, Neqel did what any enlisted soldier does in the presence of officers on a mission; sit down and shut up. She quietly wondered what a Traverser was but assumed she'd find out later, or not. Meltrandi weren't encouraged to curiosity. A lifetime living among the Micronians...

Another heads up: This week's my second business onsite in a row (after which I'm thankfully done for a couple of months). I'm probably up for replies tomorrow but I fly tomorrow morning all day and will be busting my butt Tuesday through Thursday. If I have time and brain power, I'll post...

Whoa. Freudian slip there! I blame @Sherwood

@Dannigan The revelations of both alien and Micronian came at a dizzying pace for Neqel. Decades of living among these humans had sped her reactions somewhat but it didn't change the fundamental fact that she and her clone-sisters had never been bred for this kind of thing. The Meltrandi were...

Still groggy, Neqel rubbed her neck and stretched. Then her eyes opened wide as Unit One somehow...joined her mind with the others in some kind of mental tactical net? "Polyphonic Nexus?" she muttered, staring incredulously at the giant insect. Mistress Neqel, we are now in contact with...

Dibs on yellow! And if yellow is already dibbed, aquamarine?