NovaArkwing

(Here we go, Nova's updated app I think I kinda went brain dead near the end...Also implemented MM's App formatting to help display Nova's career before the Revolution.) [colour=#282828]Name: Nova Arkwing[/colour] [colour=#282828]Codenames: 'Raiden' 'Agent Foxtrot-117' 'Jack the Ripper'[/colour] [colour=#282828]Age: <RECORD LOST DURING BATTLE OF CANTERLOT>[/colour] [colour=#282828]Gender: Male[/colour] [colour=#282828]Race: Pegasi[/colour] [colour=#282828]Faction: Freelancer[/colour] [colour=#282828]Sub-Faction: Agent (Only known still operational survivor of the original Agent selection and training experimental process during PROJECT: FREELANCER)[/colour] [colour=#282828]Place of Birth/Starting Location: Born in Cloudsdale, current location unknown.[/colour] [colour=#282828]*Updated**Goal/Motivation: To ensure the Freelancer and Ponykind's survival at all costs, Doesn't care for such things as nationalism or patriotism due to his experiences after the Changling attack which severely traumatized his mental and emotional well being shattering his beliefs in governments, to carry on living and honouring his fallen comrades, friends and in his family's memories and name. Try to keep his split persona 'the Ripper' in check so he does not become a liability to anyone in close proximity around him.[/colour] [colour=#282828]Cutie Mark (If available): A white sword with white wings.[/colour] [colour=#282828]History (Back Story): [/colour] <Equestria Air Force/Early Freelancer service record:> <Tours served:> Discord Insurrection - Operation: 'Storm-Shield' Peacetime - Operation: 'Typhoon' Royal Wedding Attack Changeling War - Operation: "Noble" (Immediately after the Royal Wedding Attack) NEO Revolution - Operation: 'Heavy Metal', Operation: 'Steel Rain', Broken Arrow Retreat (closing stages of Battle for Everfree Forest when NEO forces broke through and overran Loyalist forces in a grand counteroffensive) Project: FREELANCER - Operation: 'Exodus' <Known Awards and Accolades during active service in no particular order:> -Celestia's Cross -Distinguished Service Order -Conspicuous Gallantry Medal -Distinguished Flying Cross -Distinguished Flying Medal -Military Medal -Air Efficiency Award -Purple Heart -Multiple Mentions in Dispatches [colour=#282828]<Known history:>[/colour] [colour=#282828]Nova was born to a proud militaristic pegasi family on Cloudsdale, his father was a high ranking CO and his mother led one of Cloudsdale's elite flying combat teams in the Royal Equestrian Air Force. His brother and sister were weather team pegasi working for the Cloudsdale weather committee he was a young, determined, courageous, intelligent and formidable flyer. He won many flight contests and made quite a name for himself when he was a Colt, then when he was of age he joined the EAF where his flight skills truly came to play. His career soared and rose to the rank of Wing Commander at the time of Discord's arrival, with his skills he and his team of flyers managed to secure the shield around Canterlot in and operation EAF had dubbed 'Storm-Shield'. Afterwards he was offered a chance to try out for the Equestrian Special Forces, his parents however didn't approve as their opinion on the ESF were that they had no accountability, respect or responsibility for upholding the honour of serving under the Princesses royal military. [/colour] [colour=#282828]After a large argument between him and his parents he accepted the offer and joined the special forces while still in command of his squadron enjoying the freedoms and benefits of being in the Equestrian military elite celebrated with his wingmen and mares while they performed countless sorties including their most famous operation to date which was a peacetime operation to celebrate to upcoming wedding of Princess Cadence and Prince Shining Armour, Operation: 'Typhoon'. However this jubilant event would soon be cut short and Nova's descent into madness and the birth of a split personality in his mind would begin. T[/colour][colour=#282828]he Changeling attack at the Royal Wedding came out of nowhere, effectively paralyzing the command structure of the Equestrian military's ability to cope with the surprise attack. [/colour] [colour=#282828]Nova and his squadron were among several other squadrons ordered to scramble out, engage and defeat the Changeling threat in a defensive operation dubbed "Noble" which they hoped to hold the Changelings back for as long as possible. They were successful at first, the squadron scored multiple kills and seemed to be winning while the military assessed the threat and began amassing for a counter-attack. Nova and his Squadron survived, but it was hopeless. His superiors had incompetently sent his squadron to their deaths, as the Changeling creatures broke through the EAF's defensive lines anyway, his entire squadron among those left standing and operational were wiped out. He watched helplessly as the Changelings ripped his comrades, [/colour]his friends[colour=#282828] some who he knew since his foalhood apart, the Changelings just wouldn't stop as he spotted other squadrons being similarly torn apart mercilessly like animals. He still fought the the Changelings valiantly in a fit of pure agonizing anguished rage and didn't stop until every Changeling was dead, then a shock wave coming from the main chamber of the castle itself banished the Changelings out of Canterlot and saved the city from certain destruction. However while the rest of the Equestria celebrated[/colour][colour=#282828] it was on that day as he lost his friends that a spark of insanity of what would later evolve, began to dwell in his mind growing ever so slightly effecting, corrupting him subtly as time went on.[/colour] [colour=#282828]6 months had passed since the Changeling attack, his sister had died from a heart condition which caused her heart to stop pumping life around her body and ultimately fail. She was laid to rest in Cloudsdale, the funeral was a personal family matter. Nova continued to fly the skies for the Equestrian Special forces, but he felt empty like it wasn't the same without ponies he could relate to. He was eventually selected to take part in Project: Freelancer, a secretive government science project that required 300 volunteers from the Equestrian military. He joined up hoping that he could become something greater, something that would help ponies achieve something better after the misery they've suffered. [/colour] [colour=#282828]He trained and endured the brutal training and psycho-conditioning, they broke him physically, mentally and emotionally and remade him constantly to reach the achievements they aimed to reach. Some didn't make it, other washed out and declared as failures. Not Nova, he just kept going and survived as best he could because what else did he have left to lose? his friends were dead and his family was dwindling and distancing themselves from him believing him dead, and at this point all Nova really knew was fighting and that little voice in the back of his mind telling him to keep going and never falter. Time passed until he [/colour][colour=#282828]became a Freelancer Agent, although he technically still served the Princess and the Special forces, what happened regarding Freelancer was a mystery but as time progressed he became faster, stronger, meaner and by the time of the Revolution. He was a fully fledged Freelancer Agent, a one-pegasi army in his own rite out of the handful of survivors of the Agent selection experiments.[/colour] [colour=#282828]When the Rebellion reached it's climax at the Everfree Forest, Nova had already claimed a very impressively high tally of NEO kills during the revolution, he was known as 'Jack the Ripper' by the NEO forces often called a myth brought up by the low ranking grunts of the enemy. He with three other Freelancer agents as a four-man fireteam scouted the area. Their objective was to destroy key NEO assets and neutralize a large number of NEO forces in the area, his mission was a success the other Freelancers had fled the area. But for Nova came the ultimate test, the voice in his head grew into it's own personality inside his mind calling itself 'The Ripper'. Surely he had gone insane, driven mad by the grief of his losses but the voice urged him to continue, continue to kill and slaughter. His senses were begging for it, the rest of a mission was a blur to him but all he remembered was screaming, blood and pleasurable joy. He never felt so alive as he tore through NEO soldier watching them die in agonizing pain, just like how his friends felt when they met their ends by the changelings all those months ago. It wasn't until his Freelancer allies had pulled him out of the field that he had to stop himself, he realised what the madness had turned him into. He became something of a demon from old tales of the supernatural.[/colour] [colour=#282828]As they fled they witnessed the Changelings appear once again and wiped out Loyalist forces, including his mother's squadron who were killed by the Changeling waves, The Broken Arrow Retreat was when the NEO had finally broken through the loyalists defences and marched to Canterlot to finish what they started. They rapidly took control of Cloudsdale and took the Loyalist Air Force High Commanders prisoner and executed those who didn't choose to defect to their cause, they executed Nova's his father in one fell swoop, the Freelancers withdrew to safety. It wasn't until much later Nova had heard the news of his entire family being well and truly dead, branded as traitors and their legacy removed from history. Now he had nothing whatsoever to lose, his beliefs shattered and his hopes crushed and his life forever changed. He embraced his place in Freelancer as nothing else was left for him to go back to.[/colour] <New Intel:> Now the most deadliest Freelancer Agent in the organisation, Nova spends most of his time as a mentor to the new generation of Agents, teaching them how to be true Freelancers while constantly perfecting his own combat skills and learning how to control his mind and focus it into a formidable weapon. He has become one of Equestria's most greatest and agile swordsman, After the events heating up on the mainland and rumours of forces from the north in the Crystal Empire rising to overthrow the current government, terrorist attacks and talks of civil war rise once more Nova has dreading what could possibly come next. Fearing what could happen if his split personality arose from the shadowy depths of his mind like a slumbering leviathan of untold wrath about to awaken and engulf him, has war come to Equestria once more? the loneliness and boredom started to take their toll on Nova's steadily depleting mental and emotional state as he started becoming more aggressive and bitter about his past. Feeling like he failed his friends and family, he is driven to keep training and training until maybe he could be strong enough to prevent the same thing happening again to him. Maybe this will all come into play in the next war, after all it's what Nova was training for. Something felt missing though, he was fighting for ideals that he believed in but not for something or someone personal to him. Nonetheless his prowess and skill as a tool for war is utterly fierce, devoted to the Director and Freelancer his resilience and determination among other traits could prove useful if he ever gets called to war again. Some day he might find something or someone truly worth fighting for...

[colour=#282828]Name (First and last) : Ryan Talbot Age: 18 Gender: Male Height: 6'5 ft Weight: Lightweight Eye colour: Emerald Green Hair colour: Dark Brown Occupation: Sword fencer, Animator, Gamer, Writer/Artist Other distinctive features (if any): None[/colour] [colour=#282828]Backstory: Well educated and sarcastic, Ryan is a boy who is at a crossroads at whether deciding on joining the Royal Air Force and become a pilot, or becoming a full time animator and making a career out of it. He is a highly skilled gamer who is an expert at RTS, Shooters and arcade flight simulation games like Ace Combat or HAWX, other interests include Anime and following other famous internet animators works such as Egoraptor.[/colour] [colour=#282828]He works as a graphics designer and lives with his mum, dad and older sister. His dad is a fighter pilot who leads an ace squadron in the RAF and is a role model to Ryan.[/colour] [colour=#282828](No good with coming up with a backstory on the spot but there we go.)[/colour]

Carolina and Washington stood side by side while the other agents aligned themselves facing the Citadel, opposite each other in two parallel lines across leading from the Sky Talon's open ramp. Carolina approached Twilight and greeted her by saluting sharply before she initiated the formal greetings, "[colour=#40e0d0]Miss Sparkle I am Agent Carolina, Commander of the Freelancer Fireteam codenamed 'Majestic' and in charge of Freelancer security during the negotiation proceedings My second in-command for this operation is Agent Washington, he's the one in the black and yellow armour and the Director is here but he's in the dropship.[/colour]" Carolina formally introduced herself to the purple unicorn in a strictly business-like manner analyzing her cautiously, she heard about the fierce reputation that Twilight possessed and not once underestimated her capabilities. Then a call came over her helmet's built-in communication network, it was the Director. "[colour=#40E0D0]Yes sir, the area is secure it's safe to come out.[/colour]" she spoke confidently confirming the area was safe for the Director as she gave a quick gaze to the unicorn in front of her as if she was grateful to meet the Director himself before she turned to step aside making way. "[colour=#40E0D0]Freelancers, Right turn. Present ARMS![/colour]" She commanded with a fierce demeanor as the agents, including Washington faced each other and brought their weapons to their sides sliding their hind legs together while saluting with their hooves. "[colour=#40E0D0]The Director of Freelancer approaches.[/colour]" Carolina announced proudly as the Agents of Freelancer held their salute in the utmost respect, the Director elegantly stepped out and on the tarmac in swift movements. His stylish sharp dressed suit and glasses covered his eyes to protect his identity, he looked more like a mature model than a military mastermind leading an organisation such as Freelancer and began striding past his agents towards Twilight and Carolina at the center. "[colour=#D3D3D3]Thank you Carolina, you and Fireteam Majestic may return at ease now. Washington and you will accompany me inside with our hosts while your men stay and defend the gunship.[/colour]" The Director positively commended Carolina then proceeded to issue a set of orders to her and Washington who quickly moved to the Director's other side opposite Carolina, nodding in confirmation she then relayed the orders to the rest of the agents who retreated back to the gunship. "[colour=#D3D3D3]Now with that complete. I may introduce myself, I am the Director of Freelancer and may I say, Twilight Sparkle. It's an honour to finally meet the mare behind the reputation, the mare that has brought Equestria into the future of Ponykind.[/colour]" The Director suavely introduced himself to the attractive mare before him with a charismatic smile, complimenting on her efforts to restore Equestria and her reputation that has made her a political celebrity. "[colour=#d3d3d3]I hope you don't mind the extra security, but a necessary precaution of people of our respective status. Given what we know, I think it's justified for what is about to arrive in the coming months.[/colour]" The Director cautiously warned about the amount of agents he brought as a security detail, including the heavily armed gunship behind them. "[colour=#d3d3d3]As I recall, you requested Freelancer assistance on a matter related [/colour][colour=#d3d3d3]to Miss Rainbow Dash and the recent attempt on her life, yes?[/colour]" He continued rather business-like knowing full well he was correct but had to start somewhere. "[colour=#d3d3d3]Hopefully we can come to some sort of arrangement by the end of these discussions, I see no reason that this could not benefit both Freelancer and Federation's interests. Perhaps we can continue this inside?[/colour]" The Director added insightfully before motioning to the doors of the Citadel casually, wishing to not be so out in the open with so many vantage points available. While he wasn't a paranoid stallion he prefered to be sighted as little as possible and keep a virtually non-existent profile, as far as the general public were concerned. He was a legendary urban myth without proof of existence.

>Equina Airspace, Sky Talon gunship The Freelancer dropship flew towards Equina low and fast along the cold and dense horizon, it's grey and light green fuselage darted across the landscape to avoid detection moving along a prefabricated flight plan that would take the gunship to the heart of Equina itself. It's pilot was a skilled ex-New Equestrian Order ace pilot by the codename of 4-6-9er, a pegasus that joined Freelancer after the Revolution just for a chance to fly. "We're five minutes from the New Citadel, hope no-one's made a mess back there I just cleaned this y'know." Her voice sarcastic but playful and full of life remarked behind her helmet as the interior vibrated and shaked due to the rough flight. armoured in a modified black and silver flight suit the pegasus's head was encased in a helmet with the chrome-tinted visor displaying readouts and information on the craft and vital flight information. "No we're fine back here 4-6-9er, just try not to, y'know...Crash us? just some helpful advice." a firm yet slightly worried voice of a stallion crackled across the pilot's comms system, 469-er smirked and chuckled as she recognised the voice of a nervous Agent Washington. "Crash us? What? Any idea who you're talking to here? you wanna jump out and walk there and back well be my guest, princess." she retorted back at Washington with a sharp and snide wit, she knew Washington had hated flying in general just as he apologised for the crashing remark knowing they were in safe hands. 469-er constantly teased him about it to some extent, but then continued her duties of flying the aircraft to their destination. Meanwhile in the dimly lit troop compartment of the Freelancer gunship were it's six passengers, two of them experienced veteran Agents of Freelancer alongside three other lesser experience Freelancer Agents all heavily armoured and armed with armaments specifically tailored to their combat styles, one who was bantering with the pilot was a Freelancer Pegasus Agent codenamed 'Washington' was sitting uneasily in the seat harness he was occupying. Clad in the standard issue armour used by Freelancer agents the black coloured yellow striped armour made him more difficult to spot in the compartment. "So why are we heading straight into the center of the Federation's heart, in broad daylight where everyone can see us?" Washington asked curiously hoping to break the awkward silence that seemed to fall upon the atmosphere of the compartment. "[colour=#40e0d0]Wash, we're here to negotiate with the locals, hopefully get one of our own inside and find out what they're up to. If we're lucky we might find something interesting You heard of the attacks from the north? yeah well it's connected to that.[/colour]" the second agent explained to Washington simply, the female agent was clad in a turquoise coloured armour which emphasized some of her figure while not sacrificing protection. As her voice even coming from inside her helmet, had an aura of a commanding and confident even dangerously lethal calming effect which she commonly used to inspire Freelancers under her command. This female agent was none other than Agent 'Carolina', Freelancer's second most dangerous Agent aside from maybe Agent 117 himself, she was an effective and resourceful commander being notorious for her ambitious, strong-willed and lethal combat ability proving time and again she had what it takes. "[colour=#a9a9a9]A good start Agent Carolina, but it doesn't stop there. We also need to learn if we can trust our new 'friends' in the coming conflict, reports suggest a large army-sized force heading for Equestria and they don't have the resources or manpower to tackle it alone and time is proving a fleeting ally in our cause. Even with the combined strength of the Loyalist remnants and the L.E.H forces they can only bring things into a stalemate with our help they could turn the tide and repel this new threat to Equestria. We have an opportunity to provide them the tools to increase their chances of survival while furthering our own agenda from behind the scenes. We will not be handed such a perfect opportunity such as this negotiation again, we must seize it and not falter.[/colour]" A seasoned southern voice arose and elaborated on Carolina's explanation, the voice was instantly recognisable to the Freelancer Agents as it was none other than the Director of Freelancer himself personally showing up to meet what he would consider his equal, Twilight Sparkle A.K.A Red Fox. While his face was enshrouded in shadows while his mane shined in a brown-hazelly colour with a hint of grey in the sides, which looked like it was glowing when the dawn sunshine hovered around it. The rest of his body was visible in a fashionably tailored grey suit with the best quality money could buy. Style, charisma and a sense of fashion the Director always seemed to possess while his chief weapons were his mind, the ability to manipulate people to suit his and Freelancer's agenda and his skills as a military commander were second to none. Using his magic he levitated a fine quality cigar to his mouth and lit the end with a lighter, after a moment of taking a long breath of the cigar he blew a moderately large puff of smoke into the cabin. "[colour=#d3d3d3]This negotiation is of the highest priority, I have absolutely no doubt you two will do what is necessary while I am engaged in the process. You were selected because you are the best agents Freelancer has to offer you are to represent Freelancer as a whole during this meeting, I have Agent 117 being briefed on his assignment and he will take charge of liaising between Freelancer and the other Equestrian factions once an agreement is met. Am I understood?[/colour]" The Director sternly asked his Agents emphasizing the weight and gravity of what he asked them of. "Yes Director sir!" Carolina and Washington rapidly replied in a salute acknowledging the Director's orders in respect of his authority, Carolina especially being fiercely loyal to the Director it seemed almost fanatical. "But Director wait, why isn't Agent 117 here with us? wouldn't it make more sense to have him here too?" Washington asked the Director wondering about why Agent 117 wasn't coming along with them. "[colour=#d3d3d3]Because Washington he is my ace in the hole, if these negotiations went badly I have a teleport beacon ready to bring him and reinforcements and a flight of gunships to our position and cover our escape. However I am confident that such measures will not have to be implemented if we do our duty correctly.[/colour]" The Director coldly answered Washington, he mentioned a contingency plan requiring heavy amounts of firepower being used in case the Director's life was in danger, usually he would use a holographic project of himself where he would be safe and talk from a safe distance. However this was different as his adversary was none other than Twilight Sparkle herself, he remembered what she did in the Revolution under the guise of the dreaded Red Fox. He was still a honorable stallion despite his secrecy and elusiveness and considered it a dishonour if he had not agreed to meet face to face. Besides he was absolutely fascinated in the mare who six years ago, was the paragon of all things good in Equestria now turned ruler of this fair land. "We're approaching the Citadel now, commencing final approach sequence and lowering the landing gear. Mares and Gentlecolts, please keep your trays in the upright position and your upper compartments fastened and secured and thank you for flying with Freelancer Airways and hope you enjoy your visit to beautiful Equina." 469er announced sarcastically over the gunship's comms systems as the rear ramp lowered revealing the vast landscape of the cityscapes of Equina and the surrounding blue horizon while the dawn approached the city. Carolina, Washington and the Agents were the first out of their seats they gripped onto the overhead rails with their armour firmly on the cold metal floor of the gunship's interior, waiting for the dropship to land. "[colour=#40e0d0]Alright Freelancers, I want a tight organized fireteam formation out there. No-one fall behind and keep the Director safe at all costs, we're here to keep him safe and to make Freelancer look out-freaking-standing. Am I clear Agents?![/colour]" Carolina ordered the agents giving them strict instructions in preparation for the landing who responded in unison with gruff and loud 'Hoo-rah to ashes!' as they hyped themselves up and readied to disembark the gunship. The sleek stealthy gunship approached the Citadel's impressive cathedral-like structure, it soared towards a courtyard large enough for the gunship to land at as a pre designated landing zone that was agreed to become the initial meeting point for the VIPs of both sides. The roar of it's engines engulfed the courtyard as it swung the rear of it's fuselage in a dangerous maneuver that would've crashed the whole thing if the pilot was an inexperienced amatuer. As it swung around it revealed a brief glimpse of the open ramp before kicking up a large screen of dust, concealing the Freelancer Fireteam they rushed out with impressive speed and precision with Carolina and Washington at the front of the group leading the way while they moved in a close squad formation that had been in perfect unison, not a single agent fell out of step as they practiced formations constantly as part of their training. They emerged from the clouds like armoured ghosts of the supernatural, striding out like confident towering war machines with their weapons lowered, but ready at a moments notice. They were ready and waiting for their GEF hosts to arrive before giving the Director the all clear emerge out of the dropship.

Alright fair enough, I haven't got many other RPs going on that aren't dead.

How tough am I? Heheheh, well. funny you should ask that...let's say the last bunch who got in my way were 30 ft tall war machines, with railguns and giant blades. Which I used against them and cut them down to size. Survived Sonic 06 and completed it. Recently I survived on an ice world full of parasitic organisms which could turn you into space zombie, statue-like markers which mess with your mind and the thing controlling them. which turns into something horrific and big, VERY BIG. How did I managed to survive with my sanity intact? I was never sane. So ask me again, how tough am I? I think you'd have your answer there.

I'm in, will I need to re-app?

Nova had torn through the ranks of the robot horde but they just kept coming at him, trying to get to the base to destroy it and mop up the survivors. They had tactics and used co-ordinated and disciplined teamwork to effectively kill the Sniper, Engineer and his 'toys' thinking with the scout's help they could hold the robots off until she went down too. Nova's HUD on his visor caught the Scout's vital signs drop to dead in her last moments leaving just him against the horde, alone. It wasn't the most encouraging thought but he had been in worse situations, Nova leaped up onto a building close to the base to spot where the robots with the bomb were closing the gap on the base slowly. "Well, looks like this'll be a solo op now...Just marvellous." Nova muttered sarcastically as he drew and long sigh of aggravation. This mission was starting to sound like a one way trip for him as he edged closer to the base, the robots were almost at the destination with the ordinance, his teammates were dead and Nova was the last one left. Beneath the insane killing machine that Nova undoubtedly was, he was afraid. afraid of leaving behind all the things and people he loved and cared for during his life. Even the mare that was waiting for him back home, she was his operations handler ever since he joined the military officially. They had been on several tours and missions together sometime before this mission, drudging through thick and thin escaping death on multiple occasions they eventually grew closer until he asked her out, Nova remembered the first time they met which was five years ago in Cloudsdale... 'five years? It's been that long huh? guess time flies when you have something worth fighting for don't it?...' he thought as he started slowly accepting the idea of his potential demise. At least he had someone to fight for, a cause to survive another day. Nova didn't intend to die here, if anything he wanted just more time to live but this looked like the end...He had a good run. Nova was sure as the skies above were blue that he'd make sure none of these machines, get past without paying a grievously heavy toll while he was still alive. He retreated to the base where the bomb would have to be planted, determined to not let a single one through to plant the bomb. "Alright you clankers, if you think getting that bomb here will save you. Think again. Because you may've killed the others off you think you're safe and sound? HAH! Think. again. You think that you're getting out of this in one piece?...THINK. AGAIN. The Ghost Reaper has come to reap a heavy toll and you're on the list. So...Who wants to see what happens if you cross a Ghost and a Reaper then, huh?" Nova barked defiantly at the oncoming robots with the most gleefully insane 'slasher' smile creep up on his face at the thought of hacking those machine opponents apart. Gripping the handle of his blade tightly his wings unfolded widely, he prepared himself as the robots made the final approach. "Well, this is it...Here we go Nova." Nova spoke to himself with a tone of finality in his voice. Pulling out his firearm he began firing on the robots just as they began entering his sight, aiming carefully so to not hit the bomb itself and end up prematurely dead. Sure enough the robots began running at Nova covering the small group of robots pushing the bomb, they fired all sorts of munitions at him trying to get a bead on the threat that was picking them off. Nova fired off rounds before putting the firearm away, launching himself into the robots he left them no time to counterattack. He slashed apart two robots and impaled another behind him, pulling the blade out of the dead robot. He swung around and stabbed another clean through the torso, cleaving it in half before another landed a series of solid strong punches into Nova's sides. These robots were deceivingly strong as Nova felt like an automatic jack hammer just slammed into him, in retaliation he leaped up and cut the robot down the middle then ducked as another tried to do the same thing. "Bad idea friend." He smirked mockingly at the robot before punching the robot into the wall using his wrist blades, leaving nothing but crumpled wood and metal after the impact destroyed the robot's head. He sprinted into another group of robots tearing, stabbing, blocking then parrying, slashing, hacking them apart, but with each group he fought they kept landing successful blows on the armoured pegasus. Nova spotted the bomb carriers behind the large group of robots, he would have to cut through them to reach the bombers but his body was being pushed into overdrive with all the effort he was putting into the fight. He was literally breaking his body to fight these things, "Alright, I see how you wanna do this...Alright, let's do this. I'm gonna smash you all. DIE CLANKERS!" He yelled as he sprinted into the robots slashing ahead of him to clear a path to the bomb. As he kept going further and deeper into the robot horde his health was dropping at a steady rate as the robot kept striking him repeatedly before Nova struck back at them. Nova just kept pushing on with a steelly determination and willpower to carry on. He couldn't get a clear shot on any of the robots that were pulling the cart, his health dropped down to halfway while still waist deep in robots. "Out the way!" Nova yelled to a Spy bot who was blocking him from getting to the synthetic bomb crew, Nova swung at the spy bot who blocked the Pegasus's blade and swung a knife into Nova's arm cutting a deep gash into it. Recoiling from the pain Nova stumbled backwards a step before carving the Spy bot in pieces. "Stupid pile of metal." Nova venomously spat at the now fallen imitation of him, he was almost dead at this point with only one clear goal in mind. To stop that bomb crew from delivering it's deadly payload. Continuing onwrds he located them just a few metres away from the drop zone, "Oh no you don't!" Nova yelled using the last bastions of his energy to deny the robots their victory as he used his blades to bludgeon the bomb crews to death. Exhausted, bloody and covered in gashes, dents, cuts and all sorts of injuries he slung himself against the bomb cart and dropped his sword after he used up all his medical supplies sometime during the first stages of his attack. Nova began drifting in and out of conciousness refusing to allow the darkness to claim him. Not now, not today. She's waiting...

So what happened to her? (Val never really explains why she abruptly drops off the face of the earth) Does this include the Invasion/Revolution RP as well?

There used to be two TF2 MvM RPs, Coaltown and Maneworks. Coaltown is dead and Maneworks has stalled to a halt, also we've already got a scout you can switch or just keep it as that but we do need a medic. Not that Ghost Reaper needs onem since he can call for support to rearm and heal him in between fights and has so far survived this clanker fun without dying. Hooray for the high tech Spy-Ninja! Woo!

Bump for why not, also who's next to post in Maneworks?

Now I was calm before but now with that said, I find this statement rather ironic and hypocritical considering I remember you causing uneeded drama in the chatroom sessions over reasons that didn't call for it. Also since when did this turn into a fight when Morning was acting like a ranting lunatic? in fact, I never fought with him it's just him overreacting and trying to make me sound like I was evil. Naturally I called him out on this and I'm the one who's evil for proving him otherwise and defending myself? I made it clear to Hypnotic as to the reasoning to why I thought it was a bad idea to let Gentle into the RP, it was not personal against him at all. It was to prevent this from happening and I felt that his portrayal of Pinkie during the test was...unsatisfactory and inaccurate, it didn't have a very "Pinkie Pie-vibe" to it. But I'll give Gentlemen points for effort, enthusiasm for the RP and for giving it a good try, Morning calm your treads. It's nothing personal but the drama you try to pull makes even Shakespeare quit. NOW, I'm finished. If anyone needs me, I'll be waiting for the next audition for the Pinkie Pie role.

What? I'm done, I don't know why this is a huge deal to begin with.

Because it is, it really is.

I and several other RP-ers are in a similar situation in another RP called Revolution/Invasion: Fall of Equestria series on the site, the creator's been gone for months and we have no idea on whether to continue without her or wait more months for her to return. Personally I say take it over until the creator comes back and tell them what's happening currently or let it die.

Would you like me to play the world's smallest Violin for you? Get over yourself, there are many other RPs on this site aside from this one. Oh and the reason that there are quite a few posts is because Starbuster's computer was out of action and is unable to RP so unless you intend to start drama over this, we're done here.

I've seen some of gentlemen's posts and quite frankly...His posts are one liners with minimal grammar and thought put into them which is something I dislike since anyone can post one liners with no thought put into them. Personally I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline this, but it's Hynotic's call so it's up to him/her.

(Also can't help but notice that this rp, has kind of devolved into one line responses that contain little to no content whatsoever aside from just one line of dialogue...Unless I'm just the only one to spot this.)

(That's pretty much all of it for now.)

Babs Seed as a character was just awful, and her accent made me want to induce violence just to silence her. I hope they don't bring her back, at all. But they probably will and my hatred for her will continue to grow. they're throwing away good characters that could've made better episodes like Sombra and Trixie, for characters like Babs that make less than memorable and quite frankly boring episode angles. They handled the whole 'bullying is wrong' episode poorly and the lesson at the end was predictable and already done before by other cartoons, what they could've done was expand on Sombra's character more and give him an episdoe where he tries to take over the Crystal Empire, that would be more interesting then that episode with Babs seed.

(Hey Starburst where are you? we've got to continue with Ryan and Pinkie! )

>Ryan "Avalon" Talbot "Not exactly, they're games that can be of any genre such as action, role playing, simulation and stealth, they're played digitally on any device or a 'console' that allows the player to interact with the game for various reasons. But mostly for entertainment. the most popular genre at the moment are Shooters. Mainly Third and First person shooters." Ryan explained to Pinkie about the basics of what a video game was hoping she might understand even though it seemed highly unlikely he then recoiled slightly as she remarked about watching thins was boring. "Well Pinkie you're new here so I'll introduce you to some Anime if you want then I'll let you be the judge but trust me, you're gonna love it as it has something to suit everyone's taste from Mechas (Giant Robot animes) to romance even fantasy if you're into that." Ryan enthusiastically encouraged Pinkie to give it a chance with his help. "You, a fencer? interesting, I'd love to see what you can do Pinkie I'd imagine you'd be quite an unpredictable adversary " Ryan remarked intrigued by Pinkie's claims of being faster than even Rainbow Dash, "you know I've earned a rather fierce reputation in the Regional Fencing groups, I've even earned a nickname that's used for my competition name. Raiden. That's the Japanese word which translates as 'God of Thunder and Lightning'. My opponents would fall before they even know what hit them due to my speed and graceful precision." He elaborated on his fencing skills alittle smirking as he couldn't help but feel a small amount of pride in his capabilities. If he wanted to he could've gone to the National Fencing tournaments and possibly even come out victorious, but that wasn't his calling in life as he was an artist and animator at heart. It was his passion to draw and write stories as he grew up with cartoons, games and anime. "Hmm? oh, sure. Better get going, say Pinkie...If you have nowhere to go for the time being, you could stay at my house if you want tomorrow we'll go on a little shopping expedition and get you settled here for awhile. You're free to decline if you wish but the offer is still there for you." Ryan asked Pinkie politely, offering her a place to stay for the time being and show her around to get a look at the new world around this former pony. Besides he could use some company these days...

That's why I wait until after the release date to see if a game I consider getting is worth the money, no amount of DLC, hype and good reviews can save a terribad game such as Aliens: Colonial Marines. Now I'm getting a feeling that Hasbro or the animation team behing MLP:FiM will try to disproportionately hype season 4 up then when it arrives, it crashes and burns in a spectacular fashion like the whole Mass Effect 3 deal because right now that's what it's looking like.

Yes, I use a High Frequency sword and I am a Cyborg Ninja with a A.I-programmed robot dog as a companion. TPBM does not use a Cardboard Box as an infiltration tool.

Everybody guessed, I knew it'd happen at some point. However don't trust the hype around it, never trust it since hyping yourself up for it and it turns out to be a disappointment. I learnt that rather cruel lesson the hard way with the gaming industry, no doubt the quality in MLP took a significant downward spiral since it was basically rushed out. I barely remember 85% of Season 3, except that one ep with the Wonderbolts and Rainbow Dash and that other episode which had Rainbow Blitz (RD's dad, I've grown used to calling him that) unlike it's predecessor seasons which had much more memorable moments. Quite frankly, I'm not excited for this new season because it only goes downhill from here after Season 3 which in itself, was barely memorable. I had suspected this since near the beginning of Season 3, as much as I enjoyed the show I've come to notice a slide in script-writing quality as the season went on until near the end with that god awful and incredibly cringe-worthy awkward episode about the Equestrian Games (or Olympics whatever it was called...) I could barely watch it. Nuff' said. As much as I hope they'd improve the signs in the show's quality are telling me it won't.