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39323512 No. 39323512 Stickied [View] [Last 50 posts]

Welcome to /RP/!

Hello there and welcome to the roleplaying board! Here, there be monsters and heroes, demons and heroines, love, adventure, and, of course, ponies of all manner and kind! But before you sink yourself into the world of imagination, please take the time to read a little bit about how the board works and how to join in on the fun!

Table of Contents!

A few tips on how to get into this community!
A brief list to read and follow.
A little advice on what to do if you're experiencing a problem.
Various resources available to enhance your /RP/ experience.
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>> No. 40572018
Heyo. I wanna try and get into TRPGs again, after my last game, so I'm hoping there is one being ran right now. Really not into GMing so I'm hoping there will be one that's being ran.

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40460129 No. 40460129 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Pseudo-canon #Series: End times or something darker #Adventure #Crossover #Dark #Violence #Semi-serious #Normal

Link to ooc which you should read before hopping in:

Week One-Canterlot

My dearest Toby,
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>> No. 40563518
No, Melusine wasn't the only dragon left. Aisu was hiding in the caves below, hoping not to be noticed. She was m poo 're of a non-conflict dragon.
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>> No. 40572017
She follows warily, keeping an eye out for a trap.

Reapo joins the loving reunion of dog and stallion, hugging both and sounding very happy about it.

In the meantime, Astral is still having a mental breakdown sitting on the floor.

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40558376 No. 40558376 [View]
#Ask/invite #Canon: TECC #Lighthearted #FiM-only #Normal #A thread #Holy shit

Welcome to The Emerald City Chronicles canon! Everyone is welcome to create a thread, but please read the rules found at Thank you for your cooperation!

Time: Afternoon. A hot one.
Place: SoDo, Seaddle

"This is it. THE place for bonding, camaraderie, crushing your enemies, seeing them driven before you, and hearing the lamentation of get the idea."

Lightning Dust spat out the piece of gum that she had been around and occasionally popping for the better part of the afternoon and gave the Paintball Arena on the other side of the street an almost loving gaze.

"I mean, this is where we pelt each other with bullets until only one is left standing. Winner gets...I haven't decided yet. Something awesome. Sounds fun? Thought so."
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Upon entering the building, the ponies encountered none other than Twilight Sparkle, who was busy making sure everything was in order for the games. She muttered to herself as she bent over to examine large tubs of brightly colored little balls and tables with strange gun-like contraptions resting on them. She didn't notice them entering
(I hope I'm not intruding ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ)

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>> No. 40569776
I thought this died o.o
>> No. 40572001
No, YOU died.

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40512104 No. 40512104 [View]
#Open #Non-canon #General #Semi-serious #Single file, please. #No entry from Impon.

Open for anyone and everyone wanting to participate. This is for fun!

Day 27, November 13, 783 NMM

The border checkpoint between Arztrotska and Equestria has just opened. The communist state has defined its border with Equestria, and now passage between the two states has been made possible after a 6-year conflict. Although tensions are still high, Arztrotska has gone back to its routines before the war; the October labor lottery finished, and a new immigration officer has been selected. As hundreds are lined up to immigrate, visit, or take transit through the country, the new Immigration Officer prepares her office, takes a seat, and grabs the microphone to speak.

As the speakers roar to life, her voice is shot through the air for all to hear.


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>> No. 40569396
Noticing only one small discrepancy, she quints at one of her meters, and looks at the gryphon.

"You have been selected for a random search."

She reaches up and pulls a lever, dropping a gate between her and the foreigner.

"Face the monitor, please."
>> No. 40569991
"Sure, JUST MY DAY!" Faces the scanner
>> No. 40571928
With that, the mare presses a button, and two clicks are heard. With two flashes of light, the poor gryphon is scanned from head to toe.

Soon, the ringing of the printer fills the antechamber, and out pops a picture of the (now naked) gryphon. What does she find?

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40568879 No. 40568879 [View]
#Canon: External World #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Semi-serious #In Game Calendar.

Link to signup

August 30/Monday/Night

You find yourself on a train, in the dining car, bound for Hollow Shades, there you hope to begin a new peaceful life. It is somewhat quiet, someponies are making idle chat and others are finishing up their meals. It is obvious that the train won't arrive that night but instead the next morning.

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>> No. 40570012
The intercom turned on and voiced out.

"We are sorry for the disturbance, the terrain here can be a little rough but fortunately we will not be delayed. We also estimate that we will arrive at our destination tomorrow morning. That is all."

The other ponies continued what they were doing, some returning to their cabins. The old maid left to serve the others and clean off the tables of those who recently left.
>> No. 40570614
Alison sleepily gulps down her drink and stands up on shaky legs. She stumbles through the train with a painful headache, looking for her cabin before giving up and throwing herself into the closest empty one. With so few other people on board, what were the chances that this one was occupied?
>> No. 40571228
Inside, the cabin was vacant and contained bunk beds and next to them was a small nightstand that was nailed to the floor. The room was lit by a single lamp that sat upon the nightstand.

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40569955 No. 40569955 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Greys #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Dark #Non-pony #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #Listen to Kaliber 44

If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, see a suggested OP post at:

Once upon a time, in the land of Equestria, there stood a city called Canterlot. Within its crumbling old walls, in a poor and neglected district, stood a two story building with walls of timber and stone that ended in a pointy roof. A two story building that remembered the days of old when it was still young and those inside were so much more lively.

They were so lively if fact, that the mortician pushed both his kids - quite the dullards I'll add - right through college with just what he got thanks to that place!

Ponies of the earth, sky, and magic , humans, humanoids, creatures so impossible that they don't even have names - they all would flock to that two storey building as if within it walls rested a magnet that instead of cold iron would pull and tug at their hearts.

They weren't the least bit scared by the fact that the owner was missing, that the barmare died and clawed her way out of her early grave to work there again, that the bouncer died over and over and over again and his scarred face ceased to look even remotely like the pony he once was. They didn't seem to care that whoever enters these walls would soon meet a horrible and ghastly fate, that they would weep and howl and scream.
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>> No. 40572114
I think varmus is a huge d&d nerd...or we could shit it they do in borederlandsjust picture dom reo ave varmus billy blackjack rose ary val miya and such sitting at a tble looking lost as fuck
>> No. 40572115
>That sounds hillarious :D
>I think I ocne remember playing DnD with either Ave or Dusk. They were just sitting around drinking pizza and stuffs :3
>> No. 40572116
>Sorry for delay btw, my mom is awake D:

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40556634 No. 40556634 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: From the Beginning #Serious

For every story has a beginning.

But knowledge does not spread so fast, and what was written down to be kept forever could be lost or destroyed, leaving the mind to forget it's origin and wander through the world, only able to look at what's close behind it and what could wait up ahead. This was how we were forced to live, having traditions as our only source to vaguely summarize where we came from. This was, until one became determined to find the truth.

For years, this pony has secluded himself to libraries, traveling across Equestria while almost never saying a word to any pony. One who would watch him pass by a town would always remember him for the determination in his eyes and, more-so-than-the-first, the odor that followed him. It was a long time that he spent, trying to find the answers as to how Equestria came to be, and all his years of research has lead him to a frozen wasteland far far away from home.

He fought the bitter cold for over a month. The stallion's food was starting to run out, and no sign of any vegetation would be around; not for miles to come. His faith in finding what he was looking for was beginning to fade, and it seemed like he would have to return to the warmer climates in Equestria. He fell to the snow covered ground, feeling lost and defeated by all the years he spent, only to find that it might have been a mistake after all. But as if the shining grace of Celestia came to show him the way, he would look up, seeing what his heart desired: an old ruined archive, lost to all forms of life until this very day. He rushed inside, seeking refuge from the cold and finding good shelter, something he hasn't been able to enjoy for a while now. Looking around, he saw the vast array of books and scrolls. Many were ruined. He had no idea where to begin. Out of all the books, the one that caught his eye first would be found on a table, set up on a small podium at the other end of what was left of the structure he was in. The stalli
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>> No. 40569899
Lilly stepped in front of Mythic and confidently strolled into the woods, obviously at home.
>> No. 40570068
>About time! :D
Dulset Tarn dives underwater as they approach, and there appears to be nothing but a pristine, sunlit lake surrounded with untouched herbs fresh for harvesting. Curiously there is no wildlife nearby, there don't even appear to be any fish in the lake.
>> No. 40570209
Mythic follows Lilly through the forest, struggling a little to keep up with her confident stride. "Do you think you could... slow down a little?" she asks, panting just a little bit. "I'm still not used to navigating through here."
>Sorry it took so long.
Before long, the ponies reach the lake. "Wow..." Mythic breathes, looking around the area. "It's very... peaceful." She glances over at Lilly, a look of concern on her face. "But... you said this is where your animals aren't returning from... and it does seem awfully quiet..." Mythic sighs and shakes her head. "This shouldn't take too long, though, so there's probably nothing to be worried about." Focusing her magic, she grabs a few of the plants growing near the edge of the lake and levitates them to her bag, then moves a little closer and gathers a few more. She would be standing just ten feet or so away from the lake at this point.

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40332555 No. 40332555 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Orion #Ponies #Non-pony #Serious #Semi-serious #Normal #Crazy

OOC thread - check here for information and signups

Another day, another rift.
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>> No. 40571999
She nods. "Of course. No sense leaving her on ze floor."

She nods again at Josh, and starts digging in her saddlebags. "I have a feeling I'm not ze most responsible pony in zis building. So..."

With that, she pulls out of her saddlebags a tiny, easily concealable little handhoofgun -- Josh might recognize it as a .32, if his perception and memory were keen enough.

"Take zis off of me. Please."

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>> No. 40572062
Josh raises one of his eyebrows inquisitively. "A... pistol?" he asks, sounding somewhat surprised. "Why do you..." he starts asking, but then shakes his head. "Nevermind. It's none of my business."

He reaches out cautiously and takes the gun, slipping it into a small saddlebag that he's wearing. Objects in his bag clatter as he places the gun inside; they're probably just shells for his shotgun.

Returning his hoof to the ground, he looks back at Aperta. "Is there anything else you need?"
>> No. 40572107
She tries to keep a relatively straight face, hiding whatever emotions she might have.

"You're right, Josh. Thank you," she says, nodding. As rude as that remark may have sounded, there was a fair amount of sincerity in her 'thank you'.

"And, anything else? No, no. Not now. Unless you know how to perform reconstructive brain surgery. ...Vhich, to my knowledge, nopody does."

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40567742 No. 40567742 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Lighthearted #Crossover #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #Fun.


Im sorry for making such a bad joke.

In light of that, Ill tell you a story!

One day a friend of mine who was a navy soldier.
Radar operator, so one day on break he see's dead birds between the radar hub and the rest of the ship.
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>Fucking shit sorry again

It woulda be stupid. Wha' yer wanna teach her then?

Do I look like an unicorn to you?

>Have a Billyfish

>> No. 40569959
>to the new thread

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40472545 No. 40472545 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: OMG8332 #Contained #Fresh start #Adventure #Lighthearted #Crossover #General #Normal


>There were stories of a world far away, where instabilities in the fabric of space and time would cause universes to cross at a Nexus. Warriors, gods, spirits, and others, from alien worlds would converse, interact, co-exist.

>Now it seems that a small star system, belonging to the yellow dwarf Sol, has become just such a Nexus point. Denizens from limitless universes may find themselves on the third planet in the system, Earth. Whether by choice, or by complete accident...

>Formation thread:

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>Sorry I haven't responded yet. Really having trouble focusing.
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Do what you need to do. This is for fun, after all.

Plus i dunno if Vriska has this gif or not.
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I wonder where everyone vanished to?

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40383437 No. 40383437 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Closed #Contained #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Serious #Mindfuck #Surreal

Hello again. Can you see through a wall? Can you see through human skin? X-rays see through solid, or so-called solid objects. There are things in life that exist, and yet our eyes cannot see them. Have you ever seen something startling that others cannot see? Why are some things kept from our vision? Is life a puzzle? I am filled with questions. Sometimes my questions are answered. In my heart, I can tell if the answer is correct. I am my own judge. In a dream, are all the characters really you? Different aspects of you? Do answers come in dreams?

There are clues everywhere, all around us. But the puzzle maker is clever. The clues, although surrounding us, are somehow mistaken for something else. And the something else, the wrong interpretation of the clues, we call our world. Our world is a magical smoke screen. How should we interpret the happy song of the meadowlark or the robust flavor of a wild strawberry?

-Catherine E. Coulson
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"Ah'm fahne!" The proud filly shouted back
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>> No. 40571931
[The Burning Crusade]?

I didn't know you played WoW.

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40195355 No. 40195355 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Destination: Equestria #Adventure #Lighthearted #General #Semi-serious

Not long ago, a couple had set out from Ponyville with all of their belongings packed onto a carriage they would pull, seeking a more peaceful living away from the recent happenings of their former home. Their peace would not come quite so easily. What started as a light drizzle on their journey quickly became a violent storm, and they crashed their carriage on their way to Vanhoover after slipping from the rain-slicked road down into the forested valley below. With one trapped beneath the wreckage in rising water and the other too injured to move it, the latter stumbled his way back to the road in hopes that somepony would pass by and lend aid. His hope did not go unfulfilled.

Two other ponies on their way to Vanhoover lent them their aid. All might have gone well, until a howl cut through the din of the rain, wind, leaves, and branches. Drawn by the smell of blood, a small pack of Timberwolves decided to make the injured ponies their prey. One of the good Samaritans attempted to draw them off, but they soon ignored her, and headed straight for their true prey. With no other options left, for the sake of both their own protection and the protection of the Ponyville couple, the two helpful ponies revealed their true selves.

Changelings. A Princess and her Guardian. What had started as an attempt to feed themselves through gratitude from the couple turned into a fight for their lives. The Princess fought bravely, and defeated several of the wolves herself as she defended both her life and the lives of the couple, but quickly burned herself out, leaving her defenseless against the remaining wolves. Thankfully her guardian, a more measured and enduring combatant, was able to dispatch what remained of the pack, securing the groups lives.

The four spoke as they all tended their wounds, a great debt of gratitude expressed by the mare
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She nods and closes her eyes. "I need rest... even if I have some energy back, I am still weakened. " She got nice and comfy against him, "And we'll find out where she is, but I think we should spend some time here first, explore the city and meet some ponies...."
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Her guard shifted a bit too to make sure she was plenty comfortable, and said, "Very well. Sleep well, Princess."

He kept his eyes toward the entrance of the cave, and his ears keen to everything, from the echoes of the fire's crackling in the cave to the gentle wind outside, and kept watch as their source of light and wamth faded throughout the night. With any luck, there would be no more unwelcome visitors, no matter how friendly they were.

Ignore the holly and christmasy stuff. It's got the right look
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The young princess was quickly asleep against her guard, obviously very tired after her adventures today. Today had been her first time in real combat, that kind of thing takes it out of you of course. And it didn't help that she was still like a baby rattler, strong as could be, unable to keep from burning herself out quickly.

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40565202 No. 40565202 [View]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Trotswood #Ponies

On the Edge of Equestria near the western forests. Lies Trotswood, a small town on the Edge
of civilization as ponies know it. A haven for the weird and supernatural, Trotswood has
never grown into a particularly large town and though ponies come and go, it needs more
ponies to grow. Ponies who can run shops, work jobs, and defend the town from the horrors
that lurk at its edges. The town is small right now, consisting of a few shops, some homes,
a hospital, and the bar next to the hospital.

Trotswood is supposed to be a growing community, where there is no overall OP to handle anything
but OOC disputes and the rules. Everything is player driven, the story, the town, the ponies in
in the town. It is a place players can make an arc, and bring the whole town into it, you do not have
to make up a setting or anything, just take the town and its basics and make it into a place
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>> No. 40566662
Sotil shrugs, rubbing the back of his head a bit before doing the same with his one-trapped hoof
"Well, no, not that I can think of...It was just a normal house, so...Unless somepony squatted in my former home, I doubt there is anything new here."
>> No. 40566665
"Damn Sotil you don't have any crystal powered deathrays?"
>> No. 40567825
Sotil looks back and forth
"Uhm...Actually, uhhh...Oh, wait! I had my workshop in the basement!"
He grins and motions Scorch to follow
"Come on, I think I might have left some of my experiments down there."

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40567721 No. 40567721 [View]
#Open #Adventure #Chill #Lighthearted #FiM-only #Ponies #Normal

Pick your fav pony and come chat! I'm still new at this but I hope you won't be disappointed!

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oops wrong image ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
>> No. 40567738
"Sea charts! Get your sea charts here!" came a voice from the side.
>> No. 40567810
"what's that?" Twilight's curiosity was peaked but she rounded the corner hesitantly. She looked around and found the source of the call

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40551837 No. 40551837 [View]
#Limited #Canon: Ponies in Space!

The galaxy would be saved in a mere two hours.

All around him, the world, the ship, the very quarter of existence was a desperate panic of action and violence. Navies that took millenia to construct were slamming against each other with absolutely everything they had. The void was choked with fleets, embers, debri, broiling plasma, cosmic fissures, miniaturized black holes, and many millions of dead. Every second of conflict was loaded with the most fantastic and horrific carnage, the likes of which defied comprehension. This area of space would never be clean. The blood of endless crewman and the remains of once mighty warships would forever drift here. It could never be called a graveyard. This was the apotheosis of a simple graveyard, thousands of lives flickering and sputtering into blackness every moment was divine. Hell itself.

And yet, sadly, it was so necessary.

There was so little he could do to assist the unconscionable bloodshed presently, all of his cards were on the table, all but one. His commanders, dogmatic and unnaturally loyal to his cause, expounded every effort to destroy as many Alliance craft as they could possibly muster. Soldiers on distant worlds pushed ever onward, confident that no enemy fleet would arrive to stop them. His hidden machines continued to invisibly poison entire populations. The gears were in motion, and all that was left to do was watch - and await his role as the ultimate authority.

Ardo would be a very solemn god indeed. For his glorious vision of the future would not include himself. A man so drenched in death, deceit, and profound evil could not be allowed to rule the kingdom of glory. The ascended would rule themselves and usher in an age of understanding that could not end. They would be boundless and powerful, freed at last; at the expense of his sacrifice. They would find divinity on a mountain of corpses, with his own at the very, very top.
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>> No. 40567125
Aegis didn't clap to the Director's speech, nor did she stomp in applause; she merely nodded. While it did speak to her a little, it was not her speech. It was the Director's speech to her bloodthirsty comrades. Aegis was still against taking lives if it could be helped, but that didn't mean that she didn't take others down in any way necessary if need be, or bruising Déja for a good few weeks for running his mouth.

Aegis almost made it a step before having Déja wrapping his arm around her body. Just hearing his voice was annoying. Having him wrapped around her like a friend was another level of disgusting. She stood there taking his words in stride; closing her eyes and trying to hold herself off from wanting to punch his stupid face. She flicked her ear as he ran his hand against it. His words of carving her up were slightly disgusting but not out of character for him. She remained calm; until he talked about Crystal; her face scrunched up in barely containable anger. Nothing in this world next to having Crystal safe would give her more satisfaction than knocking the stuffing out of him and finally teach him a real lesson.

Thankfully Déja had enough of torturing Aegis for the moment and left with that loathsome laugh of his. Hearing Archer stepping up and threatening Déja with his own remarks calmed her do
>> No. 40567218

There was something of an enthusiastic OORAH declared; which very well could be the litteral last hurrah. The other members and pilots on the bridge adopted their stern expressions, and continued to push forward. Over the PA, a genderless robotic voice began ushering everyone to their final positions, as marines and drop ship pilots prepared for their runs.

The hangar was a short distance away.

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There is an initial reaction of inquisitiveness as Aegis begins the talk by putting her hoof on him, a brow raised at the forthright nature of the gesture. He listens quietly to what she says as she addresses him, with nary a growl. Archer felt no animosity towards the strong mare, but little kindness. His only reaction is to squint a bit at the comment that they should get ready, as, whether intended to or not, it sounded like a command, and he wasn't hers to command. Regardless, it slides, and Archer would promptly move on towards his equipment.

Donning the equipment wasn't anything too special, of course, as after many years of fighting, gearing up was a routine he was accustomed to. This time, though, it carried some weight. Archer had been in his share of fights, and they always carried nerves. You never knew when an artillery round was going to hit you and that was that, you were going to be one of the unlucky ones that got blindsided by fate and there was nothing you could do about it. So, a feeling of dread when fighting was common. But this fight, this conflict, was like nothing he had ever seen. The scale of the engagement, the stakes, the emotion involved, every element was on overdrive and it was terrifying, and exhilarating at the same time.

His armor laid on the floor, ready to assemble. As he stepped into the legs, the suit recognized his bio-metric signature and began closing around him, encasing him in its protection. A final jolt down his back told him that the suit was connected and responding to his nervous system, and would move as he did.

As the helmet came on, it too whirred and beeped as it linked with the suit. Face panels clicked and bolts winded and locked, and his head was encased. A display reading data filled his vision, giving green lights for all systems. It would serve him well.

As for his weapons, a plasma cannon, charged and ready for action, was then mounted on his side. In his leg, a holdout plasma pistol awaited the call to acti

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