MasterMustang

Hey Val, you might want to hold up on leaving on your next post. Do one more and then I will reply over the P.A. that Free is dead so Twilight can hear it (unless she knows already). Plz? ^^

After she leaves, Striker sits in silence for a moment. He is curious still why didn't he act out his rage upon her again. Does he really care for her and if so what does this mean for his feelings that he still has for his lost love. This encounter only fuels the confusion withing him. After a few seconds he gets up and quickly moves to his door and opens it. However, before he sticks his head out he looks down to see the bullet that he made for her... he picks it up and places in his pocket. [colour=#006400]"Twi-" [/colour]but nopony was there except a pair of guards making their rounds. They briefly hear him and salute him before continuing on their patrol. He slowly returns to his room and upon closing his door he notices the key shaped tailsman on his bed. The soldier sits upon his bed, picks up the artifact, and looks at it, as if he was searching for something... So many more questions still without answers... he begins to wish that Twilight didn't leave... perhaps those talks of peace were true and in this war to come... he will need allies.

I'm not scared... Striker still has his transformation to come, and when it does... even the creatures within the deepest dephs of Tartarus will cower before his might...

Star is surprised by Twilight's ignorance about Free's fate... and the strange key upon his bed for AJ raises more questions. He was just about to speak as she makes her way to the door but stops and... she asks what he was hoping she wouldn't ask... he begins to get nervous. He looks at Tender's picture then back to Twilight with sorrowful eyes. His gaze shifts away as he speaks trying to hide his shame. [colour=#006400] "I... I don't know... I wanted to... but at the same time I didn't... in that moment I had mixed feelings about you, Twilight." [/colour]he says but then realizes how he puts it. He turns a very slight shade of red from embarrasement and frustration. [colour=#006400] "I began to remember who you used to be, the proud pupil of Celestia and the honorable Element of Magic who, in my oath, I swore to protect. That... combined with your treason created that conflict within me. Also... I guess you don't entirely deserve my rage... I had a feeling you didn't fire that round that... that killed her..."[/colour]

I can't wait to move this thing forward Val. Please don't make me wait...

You sure you can't play as one of our open Characters? We could definitely use your help. Call it practice with new characters. ^^

Actually I think we are only looking for people to fill some roles we lost, like Cadence and some other that I forget. Regardless, it's Val's call.

Tweeked post for you Scythe when you are ready to post

Right, let me edit that. --Fixed--

Striker somehow feels compelled to hear Twilight out... he is already aware of the threat that expands beyond Equestria's borders and he can sense that she is serious about this. [colour=#006400]"Interesting that you come in such a way just for the sake of diplomacy..." [/colour] He slowly takes out his M9 pistol removes the clip and ejects the chambered round. Setting his weapon on his desk, he sits down and motions Twilight to do the same. [colour=#006400]"You have a lot of nerve coming to see me... and here of all places, in my own sancturary..." [/colour]he says angrily as he takes a swig.

Cool, the more the merrier. ^^

[colour=#006400]Colonel Star Striker with Twilight Sparkle - RLF Secret Bunker, Striker's Private Quarters[/colour] By this time Striker had about half the bottle and had a little buzz. He looks up to see he door opening; usually ponies knock so he dismisses it as a figment of his imagination untill he looks up again... what he sees strikes him with so many emotions it almost overloads his mind. The strongest of these at the current moment is fear, anger, and... well... that. Twilight Sparkle, the grand GEF queen herself stands in his doorway wearing infiltration gear. She must be here to kill him like he tried to do to her. [colour=#006400]"YOU!!!"[/colour] He stands quickly and reaches for his revolver... nothing... he left it in the interrigation room. It's too late for him to draw his M9 now so he stands with his hooves up. [colour=#006400]"You... I see you infiltrated this facility. So, let me guess: you came to assasinate me, right? GEF scum can't even fight with honor..." [/colour]he growls. He slowly reaches into his pocket and tosses her that special .44 round with her name on it... [colour=#006400]"If you are gunna do it then use that..."[/colour]

Sorry... Are you still invisible?

wow this post took me a while... fingers hurt...

Really? SWEET!!! Have fun with it and thanks! ^^ (PS others are still welcomed to try ^^)

Striker eyes become emotionless. Her words of (her) love and her ruling of Equestria (and there frequency of use) begin to make Striker question this newfound alliance already. He doesn't reveal this but his expression changes back to that of usual military demeanor. With his last words he tries to make a point clear to her. [colour=#006400]"Chrysalis... you can't have something that isn't yours to have..."[/colour] he says coldly. [colour=#006400] "I will assist you in these times of war and uncertainty but I am not here to further your political agendas. I am here to perform that oath I took so long ago. I will protect Equestria from ALL threats both foriegn and DOMESTIC. That is my purpose..." [/colour]He helps her up into the aircraft, blindfolds her again (reluctantly), and secures her seatbelts. The spinning blades create quite a gust upon the helipad. Hoping off the aircraft, he looks up to her one final time. [colour=#006400]"Goodbye, Queen Chrysalis... don't disapoint me..." [/colour] Striker turns and walks away as the Black Hawk lifts up and through the maw of the facility, after which it closes. He makes his way to the elevator and decends to the 3rd from the last floor, the Intel Processing and Archives. As he decends her words still ring in his ears. [colour=#006400]"Don't make me regret this, changeling... or I will come for you too..."[/colour] He arives at the designated floor and proceeds down a long and reinforced tunnel leading to the command center deep withing the adjacent mountains. This part of the facility also has a barracks, a vehicle depot, and the main armory. It also contains the facility's command center and Comms Relay that resides higher up into the mountains which is also connected to a fairly large comm station desguised as a weather monitering station with various antennas and dishes who's actual purpose was stated. Striker arrives withing the command center which consists of a large central room furnished with various computer systems and other advanced information tech. There are several adjacent offices that are designed as the working spaces for the higher ups in the chain of command. Striker finds Major Briggs office and formally enters the room after knocking. [colour=#008080]"Oh, good, Striker, come in."[/colour] says Briggs as he ushers him in. They greet with salutes again and sit across from eachother. [colour=#006400]"What is it that you wished to discuss with me, sir?"[/colour] the Ranger asks curiously. Briggs face becomes blank as he stands and turns away from his comrade. He takes a deep breath. [colour=#008080]"General Free is dead, Striker... he killed himself in a public display today within the city of Equina. That incident with the fugative, Lunar Rush, that you and Free witnessed made the General enter some sort of psychosis... it was too late before we could contact him and administer the proper treatment... his body still resides within the city and we are planning a public military funeral."[/colour] The words freeze the broken soldier. His eyes widen and his muscles tighten at the news of his CO's... his friend's death. Striker manages to keep his composure as he stands. [colour=#006400] "I see... tis a shame, sir... he... he was a good stallion and a great soldier. His name brought the RLF much honor. He will be missed."[/colour] he says in his usual voice but it is lower with a hint of sorrow. [colour=#006400]"Is that all, sir?"[/colour] he asks polietly desperately wanting to leave to grieve in private. [colour=#008080]"Captain, within his final entries into his personal logs it is revealed that Commander Applejack and yourself are to lead the RLF in his absence. It states that Applejack will be promoted to Major General upon his death... and you to Colonel... sir." [/colour]With that he salutes Col. Star Striker. [colour=#008080]"This was his final gift to you and Major Gen. Applejack, sir." [/colour]he says softly. Both men are filled with sorrow for their lost comrade. [colour=#006400]"I will lead his funeral service, Major. He gave me this honor in death so while I still breath I going to repay the favour..." [/colour]he says with pride. [colour=#006400]"... its the least I can do for my old friend."[/colour] [colour=#008080]"I am honored to hear that, Colonel. Shall I patch word ahead of your trip to Equina, sir?"[/colour] [colour=#006400]"Not yet, Major. The funeral will be in 3 days and I must make preperations, dismissed."[/colour] [colour=#008080]"Sir!"[/colour] he salutes. Striker then wanders aimlessly back to the main elevator and makes his way to the barracks and back to his room. He enters and shuts the door quietly then runs to the trash can and throws up. After a few painful seconds, the soldier walks over to his desk and sits down slowly. Time has appeared to stop for the new Colonel... He reaches into his mini fridge and takes out his special brandy that he was saving for the two when they won the war... that old b****** deserves a drink now. He pours two large whiskey glasses, sets one infront of himself and one on the opposite end of his desk. He lifts his glass as if toasting to somepony across from him. [colour=#006400]"The alicorn born to those who pledge their lives and sacred honor[/colour] [colour=#006400]Was smiled upon by the gods and freed from chains and iron collar[/colour] [colour=#006400]He is held aloft on unity, and by History, revered[/colour] [colour=#006400]For preserving peace through strength his wings now reach across 200 years...[/colour] [colour=#006400]... but for each of those and more aplenty[/colour] [colour=#006400]The Gods have smiled upon the Army[/colour] [colour=#006400]From the Everfree Forest to the Eastern Groves, by sword, by gun, or by bare hooves.[/colour] [colour=#006400]So it's been and shall be weighted:[/colour] [colour=#006400]Though many are born... few are "made."[/colour] [colour=#006400]Faithful always, let it remain...[/colour] [colour=#006400]Rangers always lead the way!"[/colour] It was a poem that his father passed down to him when he retired from the Army Rangers... (Borrowed and tweeked it from a song.^^) [colour=#006400]"Hooah..."[/colour] Striker takes a large swig and sets his glass down. [colour=#006400] "To you my old friend..." [/colour]He then reaches for the picture on his desk of Tender Care and him during mess one day. He pours another glass and toasts again... [colour=#006400]"For you, hunny..."[/colour]

I think it would be great to have a military funeral and have Striker lead a 3 volley salute to Free.

Can't wait to see what mine looks like. OH THE ANTICIPATION!!! ^^

Striker's knows that Chrysalis is right... to an extent. This is making him weaker. If this state of mind he will only bring danger to his comrades but he doesn't know if he can do that. Suddenly, the massive steel door opens. The base's commading office, Major Briggs, enters the room alone with a blank expression about his face. Striker salutes his superior officer, as he does in return. [colour=#008080]"Captain Striker, I'm sorry for interrupting your interrigation but I need to speak with you... in private."[/colour] he says bluntly. [colour=#006400]"Yes, sir."[/colour] he promptly replies. He glances at Chrysalis and then back to the Major. [colour=#006400] "May I see our guest out first, sir?"[/colour] Major Briggs noddes. [colour=#008080]"Very well, after you are done report to my office immediately."[/colour] [colour=#006400]"Sir!"[/colour] Striker says with a salute. He retrieves Chrysalis and escorts all the way back from once they came. After several minutes of various hallways and one giant elevator ride, they arrive at the helipads. The same Black Hawk was refueled and ready to transport Chrysalis back to the city. Before they leave the elevator, the soldier turns to Chrysalis. [colour=#006400]"Your majesty... thank you for your words and more so your ears. I really need to let that out. I don't know if my heart will ever heal... I can't let go. It feels like I would be letting go part of my soul too... regardless, I thank you an I will seek you out if I need further help with this. At least you tried to help this broken soldier. Consider me and my men your allies in the coming war with this Pierrot..." [/colour]He pauses. His eyes become soft again as he looks into hers. [colour=#006400] "...also... I know what you were trying to do back there... if only it was another time and I was another stallion... I'm sorry that I don't feel the same toward you... forgive me. Thank you for all you done, your majesty. Strength and honor be with you, Queen Chrysalis."[/colour] he says kindly to her. They were truely his first kind words he spoke to her ever.

You can search for Striker's personal quarters on the barracks level for clues. Perhaps you find a picture of someone close to him?

[colour=#006400]Captain Star Striker with Queen Chrysalis - RLF Secret Bunker, Interregation Room[/colour] Those words snap the broken Ranger back to his sanity as he looks up at the changeling queen. He sorrowful eyes harden and he stands. He looks at Chrysalis and pauses. He takes two steps toward her but then turns away when he hears her words about his love and how she would act if she saw him like this... what she probably is seeing... A few silent tears drip from his face. [colour=#006400]"I'm sorry, hunny..."[/colour] he says softly. He feels so ashamed with himself...

I wonder how the Captain is gunna react to this since is still in the bunker with Chrysalis... hmmm...

App for reference: Name: Master Brew "Mustang" Highkick, aka 'Master Mustang' Sex/Age: Young Stallion Race: Earth Pony Appearance: Soft amber eyes. A sand colored coat with a long jet-black mane and tail. Both are straight, layered, and well groomed. His mane is in a large broom-like ponytail. He has a thin chin-strap beard. He wears a standard karate gi that is white with a black belt that has 4 gold stripes on one end. He is of medium height and has a very athletic build with some mass. Has a more toned physique than muscular. His cutie-mark is a ying-yang symbol with a soft blue aura around it. Personality (Summary): Master Mustang is a very humble, modest, and kind pony because of his experiences and training. He excelled in all area's of martial arts but his true mastery was in the spiritual and mental concepts. He believes a true pony of the martial arts is a seeker of knowledge and a protector of those who can't protect themselves thus in his training he recieved the nickname "Mustang." The Mustangs, as his old master explained, were an ancient clan of ponies who were, in essence, monk guardians or paladins. They seeked the knowledge of the past in order to improve the future of their brethren as well as protect fellow ponies from evildoers who would seek to cause them harm. However, most seem them as nothing more as an old stallion’s legend. Fighting Style: Master Mustang is trained in an ancient martial art that has no name. It is a fusion of primarily the mysterious style karate and Coltrean taekwondo. There are some techniques incorperated from judo and jiu-jitsu as well. In his time teaching it, Brew came up with a name for his style; he calls it "the Way of True Heroes." His style has two sides to it. Mostly consists of swift and accurate blows designed to incapacitate an opponent with as little harm as possible in a very time efficient manner. It also includes using the opponent's momentum against them and taking away their balance. The other side to his art is the more serious and destructive potential. He can generate strikes with bone-breaking potential at rapid speed. Most of his techniques are counter attacks as he is a very defensive fighter. Gear: Brew only wears his uniform although he sometimes carries his weapon of choice with him, a light but hard bamboo staff. It is infused with a few magical runes that made the staff resistant to bladed weapons, however it is not unbreakable. Weaknesses: Brew tends to only wear his martial arts gi in fights so he lacks any type of real armor thus blades and bullets can easily damage him if they hit their mark. Strengths: Because of his long years of training, Master Mustang is stronger than most normal ponies of his size. His endurance is also astounding as it takes a lot to tire him out. Brew can also take a lot of punishment and press on forward because he was trained by his master in a very unique technique in which he can "turn off" pain. Brew strongest attribute is his agility. He is very nimble and fast. He is known to be able to strike about 6 times in one second, regardless of the technique. He is also very good at evading attacks. His agility is attributed to 2 specific traits which go hand and hand: his amazing reflexes and his keen hoof-eye coordination. He can move very quickly too, able to rapidly close the distance between him and his opponent. Abnormal Abilities: Brew's master sensed that his student's chi was strong and trained him to use it. Using his spiritual energy, Master Mustang can amplify his phyiscal abillities when applicable. He also was trained in a very unique ability in which he can funnel his chi into his forehooves and create a powerful mass of spiritual energy to which he can launch at his opponent as an energy projectile. It is called the "Hadouken" or "wave fist." One other strange abillity is his sensitivity to the chi of others around him creating a type of "sixth sense." He can tell the general location of his enemy by locking on their chi signature which, after years of training and perfecting, works as a passive ability, like an type of spiritual radar.

Looking for someone to do an anthro drawing/rendering of my OC, Master Mustang. I would like him done in this pose: **************************************************************************************************************************************************