A quest for the ttrpg Lancer, where you must survive as an independent mercenary after being stranded on the war-torn planet Castillo.
Moored Upon Castillo
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0-1 Rude Awakening
- Location
- 100 Meters From Your Location
- Pronouns
- She/Her
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Emergency Comp/Con united activated
Hull breach detected
Creating damage assessment, please hold
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Damage assessment complete:
Cold fusion generator: Breached
Emergency shutdown initiated
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Emergency shutdown complete
NHP Casket: Cascading
Emergency shutdown initiated
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Emergency shutdown complete
Hull Status: Explosive Decompression detected in stasis coffin bay
Running casualty count
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500/500 crew life signs not detected
Captain's life signs not detected
Initiating datacore wipe
Sending flight log & damage report to Union Naval Department.
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Mech Bay: Not Compromised
Initiating mech ejection
Initiating pilot thawing
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Mech ejection complete
8/9 Mechs successfully ejected
Retinal scan complete
Pilot Data: ERROR
Pilot Data missng
Attempting data recovery
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Data recovery failed
Pilot information required for Boot Up procedure
Pilot unresponsive
Administering WUP-FA Stimulant
Pilot responsive
Your first sensation after closing your eyes in your cockpit back on Ceria was pure panic. Your heart rate was through the roof, your lungs felt like they were on fire, and there was darkness all around you. Except for the glowing keyboard and screen of your mech's cockpit in front of you.
"Please enter pilot credentials to initiate Boot Up procedure" the screen politely requested "Warning: Your credentials will be matched with Union Naval Headquarters' database once Omninet uplink is established. Dishonesty on this form is an interstellar offense." It cheerfully added.
You slowly raised your hands to the keyboard to enter your credentials.
[ ] Assigned At Birth Gender:
[ ] Gender Identity:
[ ] Pronouns:
[ ] Legal Name:
[ ] Approved Callsign:
Mech Model:
[ ] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
[ ] GMS Chomolungma (Hacker/Controller unit)
[ ] GMS Sagarmatha (Defender unit, team player. Size 2 instead of Size 1)
Security Question: What I did before I was a pilot.:
[ ] Write in (Could be something from the Lancer rulebook, or not! Be creative)
You may vote on as many or as few of these as you'd like! Whether you've played lancer or not. Whatever the case, you're a mech pilot, and you're a human, even if modified extensively genetically or with cybernetics.
Emergency Comp/Con united activated
Hull breach detected
Creating damage assessment, please hold
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Damage assessment complete:
Cold fusion generator: Breached
Emergency shutdown initiated
……………………………
Emergency shutdown complete
NHP Casket: Cascading
Emergency shutdown initiated
……………………………
Emergency shutdown complete
Hull Status: Explosive Decompression detected in stasis coffin bay
Running casualty count
……………………………
500/500 crew life signs not detected
Captain's life signs not detected
Initiating datacore wipe
Sending flight log & damage report to Union Naval Department.
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Mech Bay: Not Compromised
Initiating mech ejection
Initiating pilot thawing
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Mech ejection complete
8/9 Mechs successfully ejected
Retinal scan complete
Pilot Data: ERROR
Pilot Data missng
Attempting data recovery
……………………………
Data recovery failed
Pilot information required for Boot Up procedure
Pilot unresponsive
Administering WUP-FA Stimulant
Pilot responsive
Your first sensation after closing your eyes in your cockpit back on Ceria was pure panic. Your heart rate was through the roof, your lungs felt like they were on fire, and there was darkness all around you. Except for the glowing keyboard and screen of your mech's cockpit in front of you.
"Please enter pilot credentials to initiate Boot Up procedure" the screen politely requested "Warning: Your credentials will be matched with Union Naval Headquarters' database once Omninet uplink is established. Dishonesty on this form is an interstellar offense." It cheerfully added.
You slowly raised your hands to the keyboard to enter your credentials.
[ ] Assigned At Birth Gender:
[ ] Gender Identity:
[ ] Pronouns:
[ ] Legal Name:
[ ] Approved Callsign:
Mech Model:
[ ] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
[ ] GMS Chomolungma (Hacker/Controller unit)
[ ] GMS Sagarmatha (Defender unit, team player. Size 2 instead of Size 1)
Security Question: What I did before I was a pilot.:
[ ] Write in (Could be something from the Lancer rulebook, or not! Be creative)
You may vote on as many or as few of these as you'd like! Whether you've played lancer or not. Whatever the case, you're a mech pilot, and you're a human, even if modified extensively genetically or with cybernetics.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I lack opinions on gender, so let's see what the comp/con name generator comes up with...
Ok the name generator didn't help, but it did come up with:
[X] Approved Callsign: Ivory
Mech Model:
[X] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
Security Question: What I did before I was a pilot.:
[X] Spaceborn: Born and raised on a blink station, watching countless ship pass by each day from your bedroom window
Ok the name generator didn't help, but it did come up with:
[X] Approved Callsign: Ivory
Mech Model:
[X] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
Security Question: What I did before I was a pilot.:
[X] Spaceborn: Born and raised on a blink station, watching countless ship pass by each day from your bedroom window
DocMatoi
Theoretical Lover of Girls
- Location
- within 2 hours of the White House
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Plan Literally Just My Character From my Last Campaign
-[x] Assigned At Birth Gender: Soldier
-[x] Gender Identity: Female
-[x] Pronouns: She/They
-[x] Legal Name: Riza Pierce
-[x] Approved Callsign: Hawkeye
-[x] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
-[x] Backstory: Traumatized Trauma Surgeon in a diasporan military fighting planetary wars at a korean war tech level
-[x] Assigned At Birth Gender: Soldier
-[x] Gender Identity: Female
-[x] Pronouns: She/They
-[x] Legal Name: Riza Pierce
-[x] Approved Callsign: Hawkeye
-[x] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
-[x] Backstory: Traumatized Trauma Surgeon in a diasporan military fighting planetary wars at a korean war tech level
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I don't know anything at all about the ttrpg Lancer, so hopefully, this is valid.
[X] Plan Really Good at Killing
-[x] Assigned At Birth Gender: Male
-[x] Gender Identity: Male
-[x] Pronouns: He/They
-[x] Legal Name: Kevin Mancini
-[x] Approved Callsign: Crimson
-[x] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
Security Question: What I did before I was a pilot.:
-[x] Government assassin (for the previous interplanetary over-government that got deposed)
[X] Plan Really Good at Killing
-[x] Assigned At Birth Gender: Male
-[x] Gender Identity: Male
-[x] Pronouns: He/They
-[x] Legal Name: Kevin Mancini
-[x] Approved Callsign: Crimson
-[x] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
Security Question: What I did before I was a pilot.:
-[x] Government assassin (for the previous interplanetary over-government that got deposed)
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DocMatoi
Theoretical Lover of Girls
- Location
- within 2 hours of the White House
- Pronouns
- They/Them
so would this be the previous interplanetary over-government that got deposed for doing a genocide, one of the megacorp sub-governments, or the current idealistic revolutionary over-government?
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Hmmm, I don't know any of this background info, but I'll go with the government that got deposed for the drama.
Acatalepsy
Firewall Proxy
- Location
- The Diamond Age
[X] Assigned At Birth Gender: Male
[X] Gender Identity: Nah.
[X] Pronouns: Any
[X] Legal Name: Kay Mancini
[X] Approved Callsign: Ivory
[X] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
[X] Far field team member
[X] Gender Identity: Nah.
[X] Pronouns: Any
[X] Legal Name: Kay Mancini
[X] Approved Callsign: Ivory
[X] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
[X] Far field team member
- Location
- Earth, probably.
- Pronouns
- None/Any
[X] Assigned At Birth Gender: Male
[X] Gender Identity: Nah.
[X] Pronouns: Any
[X] Legal Name: Kay Mancini
[X] Approved Callsign: Ivory
[X] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
[X] Far field team member
[X] Gender Identity: Nah.
[X] Pronouns: Any
[X] Legal Name: Kay Mancini
[X] Approved Callsign: Ivory
[X] GMS Everest (All around-er. Most customizable frame on the market)
[X] Far field team member
0-2 The Hangover
- Location
- 100 Meters From Your Location
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Assigned At Birth Gender: Male
Gender Identity: N/A
Pronouns: Any/All
Legal Name: K. Mancini
Approved Callsign: Ivory
Mech Model: GMS Everest
Security Question: What I did before I was a pilot.: FFT Operator
You punched in your credentials to log in, and after a moment of loading, you heard the familiar whirring of your reactor as the lights went from emergency red to starship white. Your control panel came into view, and with jittery fingers from the Juice your mech gave you, you slapped the Dismount button and felt the pressure around you shift as the airtight seal of the cockpit came undone. The light outside was absolutely blinding, but after a decade in stasis, you needed to stretch your legs. You pressed your hardsuit helmet's polarized filter switch, and your vision was instantly softened as the starlight became less blinding and the world came into view. You pulled yourself from the seat, feeling wobbly, waiting for the nausea to hit that had become so familiar to you as a Far Field Team operator, and slowly slid onto the ground. It felt close to one G. Maybe a little less. You stepped back and looked forward, leaning against your bone-white mech for support.
You were on an elevated area. A plateau overlooking a vast green forest that went as far as the eye could see. It was like the purple nitrogen ocean of your homeworld. You'd never seen this much green in person before. Oops, yeah, here comes the nausea. You scrambled for your wrist-mounted datapad, which helpfully informed you of the breathable oxygen composition, prompting you to paw for the locks on your helmet, twist and pull it off, and release your ten-year-old last meal of nutrient-enriched cereal and coffee-flavored caffeine powder mix onto the hardpack beneath you. Once you spent about a minute bent over until the stomach cramping subsided, you realized that oh, wait, you were supposed to be waking up on the Gia and getting a briefing about resolving the planetary war on Castillo. Panic set in once again as you made the realization you'd been ejected with no prior warning. Onto a planetary surface.
You scanned your comm logs on your datapad to check for orders and found none. You controlled your breathing, wiped your mouth, pulled the straw of your camelback water pouch up to your lips, and washed your mouth out with laboratory-quality purified water as you scanned your environment. You'd landed between two peaks, onto a flat patch of hardpack dirt high above the rolling, hilly temperate rainforest below. it was hot and humid, and the sun felt harsh on your skin. You put your helmet back on and looked up to the sky, staring through the polarized lenses and hazy atmosphere at the twin suns in the sky, a tiny red dot and a bright white ball. Passing right underneath of the solar duo was a chisel-shaped black obelisk, broken in half and trailing fire, silently tumbling towards the planetary surface. You slapped your hands against your helmet as you watched it fall, running towards the edge of the cliff and watching the ship you'd come here on float past the horizon somewhere out of reach of you. Alright. This isn't a time to panic.
You turned back around to your Everest in its squatted landing position and looked at the survival pack attached to its back. It had the raw materials to print a mission outfit on the fly for you from its integrated printer. First thing was first, print yourself and your mech an outfit to get you somewhere you could radio command. If anyone else survived the drop, you'd be able to message them that way too.
This section is probably going to require a more in-depth knowledge of Lancer since you're outfitting a stock mech here. Additionally, you should probably choose your talents too. I've got all the data from the expansions, so go as close or far from core as you want.
[ ] Hardsuit you're wearing: Write in
[ ] Pilot weapons Loadout: Write in 2, say type, say damage type if applicable, and add detail as to what it is if you feel inclined.
[ ] Pilot gear Loadout: Select 3
[ ] Main Mount: Select a Main or Aux weapon
[ ] Flex Mount: select two aux weapons or one main weapon
[ ] Heavy Mount: Select a Heavy, Main, or Aux weapon
[ ] Select stats: 2 Points to distribute among Hull, Agility, Systems, and Engineering
[ ] Systems: Select systems that do not exceed 6-7 points depending on stats
Once again, vote on as many or as few as you wish. Any tied or not filled in I'll just do myself in a way I see fitting, don't worry.
Gender Identity: N/A
Pronouns: Any/All
Legal Name: K. Mancini
Approved Callsign: Ivory
Mech Model: GMS Everest
Security Question: What I did before I was a pilot.: FFT Operator
You punched in your credentials to log in, and after a moment of loading, you heard the familiar whirring of your reactor as the lights went from emergency red to starship white. Your control panel came into view, and with jittery fingers from the Juice your mech gave you, you slapped the Dismount button and felt the pressure around you shift as the airtight seal of the cockpit came undone. The light outside was absolutely blinding, but after a decade in stasis, you needed to stretch your legs. You pressed your hardsuit helmet's polarized filter switch, and your vision was instantly softened as the starlight became less blinding and the world came into view. You pulled yourself from the seat, feeling wobbly, waiting for the nausea to hit that had become so familiar to you as a Far Field Team operator, and slowly slid onto the ground. It felt close to one G. Maybe a little less. You stepped back and looked forward, leaning against your bone-white mech for support.
You were on an elevated area. A plateau overlooking a vast green forest that went as far as the eye could see. It was like the purple nitrogen ocean of your homeworld. You'd never seen this much green in person before. Oops, yeah, here comes the nausea. You scrambled for your wrist-mounted datapad, which helpfully informed you of the breathable oxygen composition, prompting you to paw for the locks on your helmet, twist and pull it off, and release your ten-year-old last meal of nutrient-enriched cereal and coffee-flavored caffeine powder mix onto the hardpack beneath you. Once you spent about a minute bent over until the stomach cramping subsided, you realized that oh, wait, you were supposed to be waking up on the Gia and getting a briefing about resolving the planetary war on Castillo. Panic set in once again as you made the realization you'd been ejected with no prior warning. Onto a planetary surface.
You scanned your comm logs on your datapad to check for orders and found none. You controlled your breathing, wiped your mouth, pulled the straw of your camelback water pouch up to your lips, and washed your mouth out with laboratory-quality purified water as you scanned your environment. You'd landed between two peaks, onto a flat patch of hardpack dirt high above the rolling, hilly temperate rainforest below. it was hot and humid, and the sun felt harsh on your skin. You put your helmet back on and looked up to the sky, staring through the polarized lenses and hazy atmosphere at the twin suns in the sky, a tiny red dot and a bright white ball. Passing right underneath of the solar duo was a chisel-shaped black obelisk, broken in half and trailing fire, silently tumbling towards the planetary surface. You slapped your hands against your helmet as you watched it fall, running towards the edge of the cliff and watching the ship you'd come here on float past the horizon somewhere out of reach of you. Alright. This isn't a time to panic.
You turned back around to your Everest in its squatted landing position and looked at the survival pack attached to its back. It had the raw materials to print a mission outfit on the fly for you from its integrated printer. First thing was first, print yourself and your mech an outfit to get you somewhere you could radio command. If anyone else survived the drop, you'd be able to message them that way too.
This section is probably going to require a more in-depth knowledge of Lancer since you're outfitting a stock mech here. Additionally, you should probably choose your talents too. I've got all the data from the expansions, so go as close or far from core as you want.
[ ] Hardsuit you're wearing: Write in
[ ] Pilot weapons Loadout: Write in 2, say type, say damage type if applicable, and add detail as to what it is if you feel inclined.
[ ] Pilot gear Loadout: Select 3
[ ] Main Mount: Select a Main or Aux weapon
[ ] Flex Mount: select two aux weapons or one main weapon
[ ] Heavy Mount: Select a Heavy, Main, or Aux weapon
[ ] Select stats: 2 Points to distribute among Hull, Agility, Systems, and Engineering
[ ] Systems: Select systems that do not exceed 6-7 points depending on stats
Once again, vote on as many or as few as you wish. Any tied or not filled in I'll just do myself in a way I see fitting, don't worry.
Acatalepsy
Firewall Proxy
- Location
- The Diamond Age
More detail later, but FYI, the first two HASE always go into Hull.
- Location
- Earth, probably.
- Pronouns
- None/Any
[X] Hardsuit you're wearing: Stealth Hardsuit
[X] Pilot weapons Loadout
- Vibrosword (Medium A/C, threat 1, 2 kinetic)
- Rocket-pod (Heavy Signature, Range 10, 4 Explosive, ordinance/loading)
[X] Pilot gear Loadout
-Tertiary Arm (third arm)
-SSC Slyph Undersuit (for longterm survival without rations)
-Mag Clamps (always useful)
[X] Select stats
- 2 Hull
[X] Main Mount: Assault Rifle
[X] Flex Mount: Tactical Knife, Tactical Knife
[X] Heavy Mount: Thermal Lance
[X] Systems: 6 Points
-Rapid Burst Jump Jet System
-Turret Drone
-Custom Paint Job
-EVA Module
[X] Pilot weapons Loadout
- Vibrosword (Medium A/C, threat 1, 2 kinetic)
- Rocket-pod (Heavy Signature, Range 10, 4 Explosive, ordinance/loading)
[X] Pilot gear Loadout
-Tertiary Arm (third arm)
-SSC Slyph Undersuit (for longterm survival without rations)
-Mag Clamps (always useful)
[X] Select stats
- 2 Hull
[X] Main Mount: Assault Rifle
[X] Flex Mount: Tactical Knife, Tactical Knife
[X] Heavy Mount: Thermal Lance
[X] Systems: 6 Points
-Rapid Burst Jump Jet System
-Turret Drone
-Custom Paint Job
-EVA Module
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[X] Hardsuit you're wearing: Stealth Hardsuit
[X] Pilot weapons Loadout
- Vibrosword (Medium A/C, threat 1, 2 kinetic)
- Rocket-pod (Heavy Signature, Range 10, 4 Explosive, ordinance/loading)
[X] Pilot gear Loadout
-Tertiary Arm (third arm)
-SSC Slyph Undersuit (for longterm survival without rations)
-Mag Clamps (always useful)
[X] Select stats
- 2 Hull
[X] Main Mount: Assault Rifle
[X] Flex Mount: Tactical Knife, Tactical Knife
[X] Heavy Mount: Thermal Lance
[X] Systems: 6 Points
-Rapid Burst Jump Jet System
-Turret Drone
-Custom Paint Job
-EVA Module
Looks reasonable to me, but I'm not super familiar with Lancer's character creation.
[X] Pilot weapons Loadout
- Vibrosword (Medium A/C, threat 1, 2 kinetic)
- Rocket-pod (Heavy Signature, Range 10, 4 Explosive, ordinance/loading)
[X] Pilot gear Loadout
-Tertiary Arm (third arm)
-SSC Slyph Undersuit (for longterm survival without rations)
-Mag Clamps (always useful)
[X] Select stats
- 2 Hull
[X] Main Mount: Assault Rifle
[X] Flex Mount: Tactical Knife, Tactical Knife
[X] Heavy Mount: Thermal Lance
[X] Systems: 6 Points
-Rapid Burst Jump Jet System
-Turret Drone
-Custom Paint Job
-EVA Module
Looks reasonable to me, but I'm not super familiar with Lancer's character creation.
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Acatalepsy
Firewall Proxy
- Location
- The Diamond Age
Plan: Ready For Anything
[X] Hardsuit you're wearing: Stealth Hardsuit
[X] Pilot weapons Loadout
- HA Series 4 Pulse PDW (Medium Signature, Energy)
- GMS Needle Antimateriel Rifle (Heavy Signature, Kinetic)
[X] Pilot gear Loadout
- Corrective
- SSC Slyph Undersuit
- Omnihook
[X] Select stats
- 2 Hull
[X] Main Mount: Charged Blade
[X] Flex Mount: Light Nexus, Light Nexus
[X] Heavy Mount: Heavy Machine Gun
[X] Systems: 6 Points
- Rapid Burst Jump Jet System
- Turret Drone
- Pattern B HEX Charges
Heavy Machine Gun is one of the best all around weapons in the game; its downside of low accuracy can be negated fairly easily if you're careful. The Anti-Materiel Rifle, while it can be effective, needs support (in the form of ways to reload faster) that we simply don't have at LL0. For the other two slots, its generally between Assault Rifle, Dual LN, and Charged Blade - pick which one you have to give up. Between them the Dual LN and the Assault Rifle are about the same niche, and I like having something that targets EDef.
[X] Hardsuit you're wearing: Stealth Hardsuit
[X] Pilot weapons Loadout
- HA Series 4 Pulse PDW (Medium Signature, Energy)
- GMS Needle Antimateriel Rifle (Heavy Signature, Kinetic)
[X] Pilot gear Loadout
- Corrective
- SSC Slyph Undersuit
- Omnihook
[X] Select stats
- 2 Hull
[X] Main Mount: Charged Blade
[X] Flex Mount: Light Nexus, Light Nexus
[X] Heavy Mount: Heavy Machine Gun
[X] Systems: 6 Points
- Rapid Burst Jump Jet System
- Turret Drone
- Pattern B HEX Charges
Heavy Machine Gun is one of the best all around weapons in the game; its downside of low accuracy can be negated fairly easily if you're careful. The Anti-Materiel Rifle, while it can be effective, needs support (in the form of ways to reload faster) that we simply don't have at LL0. For the other two slots, its generally between Assault Rifle, Dual LN, and Charged Blade - pick which one you have to give up. Between them the Dual LN and the Assault Rifle are about the same niche, and I like having something that targets EDef.
- Location
- Earth, probably.
- Pronouns
- None/Any
I'm not opposed to thermal lance. @marshalcarolus I have updated my vote if you would like to do the same.
Thermal Lance does sound cool.