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Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh

Iron Batallion


In Iron Batallion, you take the place of a number of students just starting there first year at I.U.K.A, an academy that specialises in the piloting of humanoid tanks/mecha known as knights. This is a relatively low sci-fi setting, taking place on a fractured and recreated earth, whilst not grimdark, this will play on some darker themes, though will not wallow in it.

TIMELINE

Rules
Rules Below:
- All RPNation Rules naturally apply.
- No Bunnying, or controlling other characters.
- Player Characters WILL be students at I.U.K.A, however, I will be looking for mods to run NPC's depending on how Iron Batallion grows.
- I expect around 1 post a day, if you're waiting on someone else to respond and they are inactive, that's alright.
- If you'll be inactive for a while, I ask that you notify me so I know you won't be around for a while.
- To ensure that the character section doesn't get flooded and that users don't get too weighed down and can't post from how many characters they have to run, players can have a maximum of three characters.
- I and any moderators I decide to have will have the last, final word on any arguments that may arise, to ensure that arguments and feuds do not carry on unecesarily.
OP's Note
Iron Batallion and it's lore and information is still somewhat under construction, and some lore is likely subject to change or to have further development, if you would like to make any suggestions or inputs about Iron Batallion (as some users already have with ideas for Knights) feel free to contact me privately.
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"The Golden Age of Humanity" They called it, a bygone age where our people stood united... well, relatively. Technology continued to advance, and even though there were people that suffered, there were far fewer back then. I find it ironic really, with our lands divided, we were together, and now, with our lands together, we stand divided. Nevertheless, I better stop now, I delve too deep into idle rhetoric. I shall begin my telling of history, atleast, as far as I know it from the point that our world first came to fracture.
~Sage Adolfus Franca, Learned Man of The Divine College of Parasia


Before The Fall - Before 2080
My knowledge of these times is sadly quite limited, what most people know of the world before the fall is even less limited than my knowledge, the world was split into dozens upon dozens of nations, each held in an uneasy peace by the proliference of nuclear weapons and man-made catastrophe. The world had been at war many, many a time, and humanity had eventually become sick of it. Or perhaps just sick of it. Under one banner, known as the United Nations, earth was kept together as one. Naturally, there were complications, but they were quelled quickly. Technology continued to grow, to develop and advance. It couldn't last for long, natural resources quickly dwindled and declined. Tension rose, and even the smallest shift in power could bring the world back into war-torn turmoil.

The Fall - 2080-2086
This was where we first encountered it, an off-world material that rained from the sky in balls of burning flame. It's first fall was in England, a hail of small comets tore up the dirt and blackened the sky (luckily) in a rural part of the country. The blue, crystalline material within the rocks was quickly determined to be alien in origin, not merely foreign. It was new, something strange and difficult to discern. For years, England studied the material, barely
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managing to keep the alien crystal in it's hands. This alien crystal supposedly had a borish, scientific name, but to us, it is called Divinity. A crystalline, shapeable material that produced an insane amount of energy (relative to it's size) when exposed to sunlight. The material wasn't explosive, nor reactive. A safe alternative to nuclear power, a far better substitute for solar energy. There was a catch of course, exposure to radiation, primarily nuclear caused the crystal to darken, it's light to fade. It'd stop producing power at even relatively light exposure. But there wasn't enough. Atleast, not for the rest of the world.

The Fractal War - 2086-2095
Resources dwindled even further, the 'black gold' called oil dwindled into nothing but a trickle. The rest of the world desired Divinity, it could keep their lights on, keep their people warm, keep their nations going. America fired the first shot, quickly followed by China, Russia and a number of other nations that desired Divinity.

They couldn't obtain Divinity by destroying the country that had it in nuclear hellfire, so they resorted to more conventional means. Air strikes and a lengthy land invasion to occupy the country. The air strikes were relatively succesful, key targets were far too well-protected; but bombs could wreak havoc on the citizens that couldn't make their way to shelters in time. It was only when invading troops touched British soil that the world learned to fear Divinity.

The first of the Knight models to ever be created burst from the ground, charged across fields and fell from helicopters. The Stalwart. A bipedal, piloted mech shrugged off small arms, batted away missiles and charged on through cannon and artillery fire. One-thousand Knight units tore apart the unprepared armies with minimal casualties. The tables turned, countries united, age-old treaties and alliances called upon. Then it happened again.

Thousands upon thousands of meteors rained from the sky, like apocalyptic rain. Within each, brilliant blue crystals shone. The world had found Divinity, and with Divinity, humanity would begin to destroy one another. More and more Knights hit the field, more and more land was taken, changing hands either through deals or destruction.

It happened again, the second fall. But it was no rain. It was a collision, a massive impact. A sizable brilliant blue pierced a hole in the sky and punctured the ocean. An earthquake. Earthquakes in fact. An impact that could be felt across the world, the land cracked and splintered, the earth rumbled and roared, even the sky darkened as storms seemed to go on endlessly. Entire nations were torn apart.

War was put on hold, there were far more important matters to deal with. For example, the entire geography of the world being violently restructured.

The Coming
This fractured world had to come together eventually, and over two-hundred years, it did. Compared to the slow movement of the world over billions of years, both the fracturing, and returning of the land was insanely fast. At first, three large landmasses formed, these would eventually come to be the factions of New Gaea, Valkyria and Shinigami Terra. These factions established themselves as singular nations, there cultures combined and built upon one another. At long last, these three landmasses crashed together to form a giant pangea. for months, earthquakes shook the world again. Terrible storms and raging tempests swallowed the sky; and the people looked to one another, three cultures so long seperated clashed again. And now, just like centuries ago, humanity stands on the brink of war again, though none are brave enough to fire the first shot without reason. This stalemate has persisted for nearly fifty years now, borders continue to build, armies continue to expand. Hatred and suspicion continue to spread.

The Formation Of I.U.K.A
A neutral ground born from necessity, the more peaceful and like-minded of the wealthy or powerful from each faction enforced age old treaties, threats and a multitude of other methosd to carve out a massive swath of land for themselves, directly in the center of this new, combined continent. There was farmland, cities and towns of course, all the infrastructure that could let a nation function. Yet in the center of this place, an academy had been constructured, the founders of I.U.K.A wished for tensions to decline, for bigotry, racism and hate to smoulder from a raging flame to nought but ash. What better way to do that than instill equality into the young, the impressionable. With each generation, tensions could calm, it was a long-term solution; but there were few better ways. Of course, I.U.K.A values it's students and citizens, they must be protected. As a neutral territory, it also makes I.U.K.A and it's territories an ideal land to war over; and thus it's students learn how to pilot knights, how to fight and how to protect themselves in case it ever came to it.

Hopefully it won't. Hopefully, nothing will change.

Hopefully.
 
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The journey has been a long one. Well, not for you. No matter where this glorified freighter of a train picked you up, whether you're from New Gaea, Valkyria or Shinigami Terra, it's been no longer than the time it took for you to board the train, stow away your luggage, slide into a cryotube, and watch the mist form, hear the crackle and feel the cold fill your lungs. In the next moment, a hiss, and a whir of gears and pistons as the cryotube's lid pulls to one side, icy mist sprawling across the steel floor like fog. Another whir, the heavy mechanical door to your personal compartment slid open to reveal the rather dimly-lit corridor, lit so little for the sakes of the new students. Strenous activity and high-light levels are extremely dazing and sickening a few minutes after waking up from cryo, this period only extending the longer the user has been in cryostasis.

Frost comes off your clothes in thin whisps as you grab your luggage and personal belongings (if you have any) and get moving, a few shafts of light peak through shuttered windows, illuminating and reflecting off the icy fog that now stretches out into and swallows the corridor. You feel the train shift, descending down a track as the sharp sunbeams peaking through the shutters vanish. This time a a screeching sound, metal grinding against metal. The train shakes, shudders and comes to a quick stop, those with good footing stand steady, those who weren't anticipating the stop stumble, and those with bad footing are thrown forwards, or otherwise left flat on their ass.

The doors between each carriage screech open and the side doors pull apart to reveal an underground platform, a mass of concrete and steel. Ahead are a number of uniform-clad men and women, though some bore a variety of equipment, some swapped out the ordinary sand-blasted beige coloured tops and overcoats for armored vests and firearms.

The first of the students was ushered forth by a middle-aged looking, uniform clad gentlemen. The student stood before a metal detector, a conveyor belt on one side. The older gentlemen looked to another, more fresh-faced man behind the conveyor belt peering at a screen, after the two shared a nod, he ushered the student through the metal detector. Nothing. The young student seemed to merely nod as well, before being led off to the same flight of stairs the suited man had previously ascended.

A dozen or so of these metal detectors line the underground train platform, with no less than three dozen staff manning and guarding the area, some carrying sidearms and wearing ballistic vests.

You're next in line, the person ahead is ushered through and led away. Now you've been called forth.

 
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The journey has been a long one. Well, not for you. No matter where this glorified freighter of a train picked you up, whether you're from New Gaea, Valkyria or Shinigami Terra, it's been no longer than the time it took for you to board the train, stow away your luggage, slide into a cryotube, and watch the mist form, hear the crackle and feel the cold fill your lungs. In the next moment, a hiss, and a whir of gears and pistons as the cryotube's lid pulls to one side, icy mist sprawling across the steel floor like fog. Another whir, the heavy mechanical door to your personal compartment slid open to reveal the rather dimly-lit corridor, lit so little for the sakes of the new students. Strenous activity and high-light levels are extremely dazing and sickening a few minutes after waking up from cryo, this period only extending the longer the user has been in cryostasis.

Frost comes off your clothes in thin whisps as you grab your luggage and personal belongings (if you have any) and get moving, a few shafts of light peak through shuttered windows, illuminating and reflecting off the icy fog that now stretches out into and swallows the corridor. You feel the train shift, descending down a track as the sharp sunbeams peaking through the shutters vanish. This time a a screeching sound, metal grinding against metal. The train shakes, shudders and comes to a quick stop, those with good footing stand steady, those who weren't anticipating the stop stumble, and those with bad footing are thrown forwards, or otherwise left flat on their ass.

The doors between each carriage screech open and the side doors pull apart to reveal an underground platform, a mass of concrete and steel. Ahead are a number of uniform-clad men and women, though some bore a variety of equipment, some swapped out the ordinary sand-blasted beige coloured tops and overcoats for armored vests and firearms.

The first of the students was ushered forth by a middle-aged looking, uniform clad gentlemen. The student stood before a metal detector, a conveyor belt on one side. The older gentlemen looked to another, more fresh-faced man behind the conveyor belt peering at a screen, after the two shared a nod, he ushered the student through the metal detector. Nothing. The young student seemed to merely nod as well, before being led off to the same flight of stairs the suited man had previously ascended.

A dozen or so of these metal detectors line the underground train platform, with no less than three dozen staff manning and guarding the area, some carrying sidearms and wearing ballistic vests.

You're next in line, the person ahead is ushered through and led away. Now you've been called forth.




Technology sucks, man.

While Nimai Lucas hasn't really boarded a train of sorts before, and can't really tell if it's the norm to freeze the people ridin' it, he can say for absolutely certain the feeling of being frozen just to board a damn train is not a pleasant one. The damn thing looked like it was gonna transform him into a paste, as well. Like the ceiling of it was just gonna drop down and boom! Nimai Juice for the mechs to run through!

With relative resistance, Nimai basically had to drag himself into the small, claustrophobic chamber of the cryopad, feeling sold out. Looks like all those candies and food for the travel were for nothin'. At least he'll have some at the academy, eh...

The worst part of the trip wasn't really being frozen alive, it was possibly being woken up after being frozen alive. The feelin' of cold air in yer lungs, your hair feeling like it was a damn stone, and your teeth threatening to break whenever they hit one another was awful, but he pulled through it. Real men don't show weakness. If he can't even resist a lil' cold breeze, how will he earn money for momma, eh? Still, the place was creepy. Felt like he was walkin' down into some science-y lab place. Hell, they even had metal detectors! In school! About pilotin' damn big hunks of metal!

Nimai. Lucas. That's him.

Approaching the line, with his bag in his hand over his shoulder, he approached simply, his shark-like teeth appearing and shining in the dim corridor light.
 


Ah Christ, that burns.

Not the biggest fan of cryostasis, Nikkolaüs realizes. It felt like his skin was going to dry up and snap off of his body. He made an effort to stretch, get all the kinks out.

"Seriously, how long a train ride is it, that they need to put us to sleep?"

Retrieving his luggage, he fetched his cardigan from it. It might not be much, but he was freezing right now. So much for his Russian blood. Come to think of it, Nikkolaüs couldn't quite remember how far out from the school they were stopping and how far a walk it would be in turn. Hopefully not far, the staff should be fully aware of the side-effects of cryosleep. Though, as far as he knew they could be in the damn school right now.

I'm hungry.
 

Vanya Dietrich
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The sudden influx of light, even if dimmed burned into Vanya's eyes, his tongue felt dry and rough, almost alien in his own mouth. Something churned unhappily in his stomach, a lunch that had settled for longer than it had had any right to sit within his body. Rough breaths came dry as he rubbed at his eyes, slowly wearing away the frosty glaze that stuck to him. Another ragged breath, the chill of the fog that scattered across the ground still grating in his lungs.

Shaking his head, the boy took a knee to pickup his briefcase, the case having fallen flat during the transit, he bore no other luggage, not having packed unecessarily, atleast in his eyes, some basic toiletries, along with a long cloak that bore the heraldry of House Dietrich, made of a finely woven green velvet, the houses heraldry of a white stag emblazoned upon it, along with that, he had packed some fine clothing befetting of his station.

Vanya took some time to collect himself before moving with the crowd, keeping some space from the others within the throng of bodies that stormed from freighter train with glee. The faces that he saw were unfamiliar, all but one atleast. Perhaps one of the faces he both didn't expect to and wasn't glad to see. Nikkolaüs Bütler. Someone with whom he had bore a long, inherently negative relationship with. He had the passing thought to approach the boy as they fanned out onto the underground railway platform, but he swallowed that idea down, along with his most recent meal, keeping to himself instead.

Vanya lined himself up for the checkpoint, when it came to be his time, he laid his case onto the conveyor before him, along with his belt and a number of personal metallic effects, including a pair of rings, one was a simple iron band, the other a more innate signet ring, bearing his families mark again.

He passed through the metal detector without incident, calmly recollecting his belongings and nodded to the checkpoint staff, moving some distance from the checkpoint to the open underground floor space beyond, joining the further ranks of milling students.

 
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Have made an edit to main post in core as I had not realised the changes I had made on the interest check to show worldmap etc. had not been done here. Updated world map is now correct and visible within the 'World Map' accordion.
 

Jūn Mǐn
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Jūn gasped for a dry breath as he stumbled from the cryo chamber, his mouth was split into an almost ecstatic grin. He had left, he'd managed to make it onto the freighter in Orochi, even when he passed the initial entrance exams, the boy hadn't quite felt like he had truly made it until he was out of Terran territory. Whilst his new, steely environment was decidedly what many would consider alien, or uncomforting, he only found an odd warmth in the frosted floors. With a barely restrained grin, Jūn took a moment to steady himself as he heaved his dufflebag over his back, the bag had previously been decidedly heavier, however a preliminary inspection of his belongings, prompted when Jūn made a query about some of the mechanical equipment and tools in his bag had lightened his load. The train staff had advised they would store his equipment separately and it would be sent to his room. Instead of valuable tools and components then, the bag slung over Jūn's back contained a menagerie of unironed and worn clothing, packed without any clear particular care.

The boy's attire reflected the contents of his bag as well, he was dressed in a simple grey hoodie, t-shirt, jeans and a pair of comfortable, albeit clearly worn and repaired trainers.

With his belongings in hand and his eyes slowly adjusting to the light Jūn followed along with the crowd, pushed along in the torrent of bodies, eventually, he managed to break free and stumble into one of the more orderly queues, with his equipment no longer with him, he passed through the checkpoint without incident, joining in with the general throng on the other side.
 
Will be awaiting a post from DapperKnight DapperKnight as they are the only other user with an approved character before next Important post, please feel free to interact with other characters in meantime, in addition, will see if we have any new people interested before progressing.
 
Discord server has been added for Iron Batallion, link will be in this post, along with being added to the main interest check and original post. If you are not a character within the RP, this is also an excellent place to contact me if you have any questions or are interested at all. Discord Link
 
Next post to move things along will be coming on the 15th, if this is any trouble for anyone, please advise. Will still continue to be accepting of players after this however.
 
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The moment the cryo chamber opened, Ivanna opened her eyes and gasped for air, only to be greeted with cold from her pod. It stung a bit as she stepped out of her icy bed, she surveyed the area to see how everyone else was doing, and she was strangely surprised at what she say. Funny enough Ivanna was the only girl who stepped out of the pods. Everyone else was a boy., though a few of those boys could probably pass for girls with a bit of make-up and a clothing change. She didn't linger on the though long as she stretched her arms to limber up, and realized that she only had the one right arm. How long has it been since she had to remove her cybernetics? An accident while working on the engine of a Mech took her arm, and was given a new arm made of metal and wires to replace it. She had forgotten that she had to have it removed for the security check.

Ivanna was sent here on an assignment by her betters. She was to gather all she could about the I.U.K.A and report back to her people when her time at the academy was over. Other then that, she was supposed to try to at least enjoy herself. A less then direct objective, but she'll figure out what recreational things there is to do afterwards. Ivanna retrieves her dufflebag filled with clothes and gear, but more importantly her arm, which she attaches to its hardpoint immediately. Now with two functioning arm, Ivanna passed through the checkpoint in order to join with her peers.
 
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As the students make their way through the checkpoints and begin to congregate beyond them another I.U.K.A staff member steps forth, this is a young man, dressed in the same drab combat fatigues as the other staff that mill around, save for a scarlet-dyed beret sat atop a head of dark hair. The younger man is built well and stands tall as he takes up his place infront of the wide stairway that leads up to the surface.
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His voice comes powerfully as he speaks, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the chatter of students. "Students, fall in line! My name is Justis Hein, I am one of the instructors here at the academy and I will be responsible for your orientation. The first order of business will be our grading. As you are all here for the Knight Piloting course, we will be performing a mock battle as of your first day; whilst you have passed our entrance requirements and earned your place here, how you perform today will factor into just what place you have earned. Whilst it is to my understanding that most of you have previous experience piloting Knights, those of you that have not had prior experience will have some time with some of our other instructors that will show you the ropes."

Justis offers a curt nod as he turns to the stairway and takes his first step up to the surface. "Now, if you will, fall in behind."

Those that follow behind Justis find themselves in a large, sand-blasted square within the middle of the I.U.K.A campus, flanked by tall but decidedly plain buildings, most reinforced and constructed of concrete, rather than the more traditional brickwork that one might find in the cities of the major nations. Two large roads run through the square, a roundabout centred around a fountain. A heavy thumping can be heard from beyond, something can be spotted for a moment, a head crowning above one of the second story buildings. It comes into view as the students fill out into the courtyard and the thing itself stomps down the road. A Knight, of an unknown design. The Knight is angular and robust, white-painted armour marked by streaks of silver where the pain has been scraped away to show the metal beneath. A long blade hangs at the Knight's hip as it stomps forwards, fastened by a magnetic lock. The Knight's head turns on the students, a green visor glints in the sunlight. A voice grates from the Knight, tinny and warped someone from the machine's speakers, whilst warped, the voice is clearly that of a young male.

"Hey, Justis, are these the new kids? Nice, they look like a fun bunch. Newbies, don't worry, our esteemed Mr Hein here may be a hardass, but the test ain't really that bad, only word of advice I can give y'all is that you'll be better of working together, it's a team operation after all. Welp, unfortunately for yourselves, I'm a tad busy so I can't grace you with my fine presence for much longer, nevertheless, I wish the lot of you the best." With that, the Knight continues to stomp away, eventually disappearing from view.

Justis clears his throat as he pulls a small hand-held radio from a belt on his fatigues, he offers the students another nod. "If you would speak amongst yourselves, I must radio in his conduct." He nods to another pair of unarmed staff members to keep an eye on the new students whilst he steps away, setting his channel on his radio.

 

As the students make their way through the checkpoints and begin to congregate beyond them another I.U.K.A staff member steps forth, this is a young man, dressed in the same drab combat fatigues as the other staff that mill around, save for a scarlet-dyed beret sat atop a head of dark hair. The younger man is built well and stands tall as he takes up his place infront of the wide stairway that leads up to the surface.
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His voice comes powerfully as he speaks, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the chatter of students. "Students, fall in line! My name is Justis Hein, I am one of the instructors here at the academy and I will be responsible for your orientation. The first order of business will be our grading. As you are all here for the Knight Piloting course, we will be performing a mock battle as of your first day; whilst you have passed our entrance requirements and earned your place here, how you perform today will factor into just what place you have earned. Whilst it is to my understanding that most of you have previous experience piloting Knights, those of you that have not had prior experience will have some time with some of our other instructors that will show you the ropes."

Justis offers a curt nod as he turns to the stairway and takes his first step up to the surface. "Now, if you will, fall in behind."

Those that follow behind Justis find themselves in a large, sand-blasted square within the middle of the I.U.K.A campus, flanked by tall but decidedly plain buildings, most reinforced and constructed of concrete, rather than the more traditional brickwork that one might find in the cities of the major nations. Two large roads run through the square, a roundabout centred around a fountain. A heavy thumping can be heard from beyond, something can be spotted for a moment, a head crowning above one of the second story buildings. It comes into view as the students fill out into the courtyard and the thing itself stomps down the road. A Knight, of an unknown design. The Knight is angular and robust, white-painted armour marked by streaks of silver where the pain has been scraped away to show the metal beneath. A long blade hangs at the Knight's hip as it stomps forwards, fastened by a magnetic lock. The Knight's head turns on the students, a green visor glints in the sunlight. A voice grates from the Knight, tinny and warped someone from the machine's speakers, whilst warped, the voice is clearly that of a young male.

"Hey, Justis, are these the new kids? Nice, they look like a fun bunch. Newbies, don't worry, our esteemed Mr Hein here may be a hardass, but the test ain't really that bad, only word of advice I can give y'all is that you'll be better of working together, it's a team operation after all. Welp, unfortunately for yourselves, I'm a tad busy so I can't grace you with my fine presence for much longer, nevertheless, I wish the lot of you the best." With that, the Knight continues to stomp away, eventually disappearing from view.

Justis clears his throat as he pulls a small hand-held radio from a belt on his fatigues, he offers the students another nod. "If you would speak amongst yourselves, I must radio in his conduct." He nods to another pair of unarmed staff members to keep an eye on the new students whilst he steps away, setting his channel on his radio.


...Eeeeeh?

A mock battle...? Just like that? In the first day? Nimai narrowed his eyes as his hands rested on his pockets. While he hasn't been to school before and was mostly taught by his mother, he...Thought it was common to have some sort of entrance ceremony of sorts. Welcome the students. Maybe eat something nice and all. But nah, these peeps are straight to the point, huh? To be frank, he can't say he wasn't...Rather taken back by the thought of piloting a Knight on his first day. Mentally, he wasn't very prepared and a bit fearful, although he didn't want to admit it. His face kept his neutrality that almost seemed to be bordering annoyance, as he simply followed behind the teacher.

The place, at first, seemed to be a battle station of sorts, but Nimai soon thought it appeared to be the official courtyard of the place. Or maybe he was wrong overthinking it over and it was indeed the first option-- eugh, his mind hurts thinking too hard about it. He's still had his brain (cryo)frozen, god damn it!

However, soon, with the appearance of the Knight-- he couldn't help but flinch.

That flinch soon became a look of wonder as he saw the several-ton metallic object that seemed to come straight out of television, and was walking and talking by itself. Honestly, call it a dumb mind or pure wonder mixed with a bit of fear, but Nimai thought, for a single moment, that the damn thing was alive. A living robot, ready to stomp on them at any time, given his language (with probably a large ego if he was speaking seriously) and just a ridiculously stronger body. Soon, however, the boy from Shinigami Terra realized he was being a dumbass, and slapped himself out of his trance as the robot walked away.

...Right. Permission to speak granted. Don't think about the robot, for now, think about your teammates!

Nimai grinned, his sharp teeth being shown to the world, as he pointed at himself.

"Heh! Y'all are lucky, then, if we gon' work together! The great Nimai Lucas is here to be everyone's man, damn it!" ...He says damn a lot. That's a thing everyone will soon find out about the outgoing red-eyed boy. "C'mon, 'en! I promise, whoever teams up with me will have their names written out for everyone to 'member, oi!"

...Dumbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaass...
 

Vanya Dietrich
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Vanya moved along with the throng of students as Hein called them forwards. He took a heavy breath as they broke to the surface, the air was certainly cleaner and a whole lot warmer, flecks of sand blasted through the courtyard, carried along by lighter winds. He listened to Justis quite intently, the man carried himself with enough authority to gain Vanya's attention. He kept his eyes on the man until the whirring of gears and thudding of gargantuan feet deafened him.

A Knight, in all it's splendour and glory, seemingly equipped for close-range engagement. Coming from a Valkyrie family, Vanya would have expected himself to know the Knight's model, or at least what it's chassis was based on but found himself coming up short of ideas. Either he had forgotten, or this was an experimental model not in use in any full number. The armaments themselves looked reasonable. A simple longsword, whilst he wasn't certain on the material, the sheer size of the blade gave him the impression it would likely serve better as a bludgeoning implement than a true blade, and the sword itself didn't seem particularly sharp. Keeping a good edge on such a weapon was likely exceedingly difficult. Still, the Knight moved rather fluidly, the pilot seemed competent at the very least. Though after hearing his words, perhaps a bit cocky.

Vanya shrugged to himself as Hein called for them to speak amongst themselves, once again he glanced around for Nikkolaüs, catching sight of him within the crowd. With a shrug, he began his approach, figuring that even talking to Nikkolaüs would be better than speaking to no one. He would not, however, call out to him, partially as a point of pride, partially just because he was stubborn.

No less than a dozen feet away from him now, Vanya's attention was suddenly snapped away by a short, red-eyed boy. Seeing it as a good excuse to put of speaking to Nikkolaüs, he smoothly turned on the spot and approached the boy, catching a glimpse of fang-like toothy maw as he spoke. Vanya kept his back straight but looked down on the boy, who loudly proclaimed himself as the great Nimai Lucas. With a small smile on his face, Vanya spoke. "Quite the interesting promise that is, I certainly wouldn't mind taking you up on the offer, however. Have you been in the cockpit before?"

Vanya was earnest in his question, if the boy had previous experience, even piloting outside of combat situations, he figured he'd be a league above a good handful of the other students that were milling about.
 

Vanya Dietrich
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Vanya moved along with the throng of students as Hein called them forwards. He took a heavy breath as they broke to the surface, the air was certainly cleaner and a whole lot warmer, flecks of sand blasted through the courtyard, carried along by lighter winds. He listened to Justis quite intently, the man carried himself with enough authority to gain Vanya's attention. He kept his eyes on the man until the whirring of gears and thudding of gargantuan feet deafened him.

A Knight, in all it's splendour and glory, seemingly equipped for close-range engagement. Coming from a Valkyrie family, Vanya would have expected himself to know the Knight's model, or at least what it's chassis was based on but found himself coming up short of ideas. Either he had forgotten, or this was an experimental model not in use in any full number. The armaments themselves looked reasonable. A simple longsword, whilst he wasn't certain on the material, the sheer size of the blade gave him the impression it would likely serve better as a bludgeoning implement than a true blade, and the sword itself didn't seem particularly sharp. Keeping a good edge on such a weapon was likely exceedingly difficult. Still, the Knight moved rather fluidly, the pilot seemed competent at the very least. Though after hearing his words, perhaps a bit cocky.

Vanya shrugged to himself as Hein called for them to speak amongst themselves, once again he glanced around for Nikkolaüs, catching sight of him within the crowd. With a shrug, he began his approach, figuring that even talking to Nikkolaüs would be better than speaking to no one. He would not, however, call out to him, partially as a point of pride, partially just because he was stubborn.

No less than a dozen feet away from him now, Vanya's attention was suddenly snapped away by a short, red-eyed boy. Seeing it as a good excuse to put of speaking to Nikkolaüs, he smoothly turned on the spot and approached the boy, catching a glimpse of fang-like toothy maw as he spoke. Vanya kept his back straight but looked down on the boy, who loudly proclaimed himself as the great Nimai Lucas. With a small smile on his face, Vanya spoke. "Quite the interesting promise that is, I certainly wouldn't mind taking you up on the offer, however. Have you been in the cockpit before?"

Vanya was earnest in his question, if the boy had previous experience, even piloting outside of combat situations, he figured he'd be a league above a good handful of the other students that were milling about.

...Ah? Aha! Success! Someone approached! Nimai stood with his chin up in the air, a loud and proud grin on his face, showing his sharp teeth in full essence. With his hands on his hips, Nimai awaited the other man to respond, quite proud of himself. However...His grin faltered only the slightest moment when Vanya asked if Nimai ever actually piloted a mech-knight-thing before. Ah. There it is.

He was probably making fun of him, wasn't he? Well, too bad for him-- "...pppft. Of course I have, buddy! Whaddya take me for, I'm a warrior 'ere, oi oi!" ...Nimai, growing up in the slums, was a professional liar. Was this gon' bite him in the ass at a later date-- probably, most likely, with certainty it will. Still, Nimai's own pride at the fear of being mocked by what was clearly a person who's higher up in the economic chain and has probably years of more experience than him in his first day. "My dad was a mechanic, damn right he was! Sent me all sorts of info on how the things work, and gave me a few classes as well..."

...That part was technically true. Nimai's dad, was, after all, a mechanic, and he did indeed teach him a thing or two about Knights that Nimai carried with him 'till today, to which he hoped would be useful. Granted, he never had a direct class, but...

Damn, he regrets lying already. He's already feeling guilty and embarrassed.

"...Anyways, the name's Lucas! Lucas Nimai, damn right it is! Nice to meetcha, eh, partner!" A wide and full grin from the boy, filled with energy to hide his inner regret for lying.
 
Nikkolaüs checked his bag for a few of his things, rather, one thing. He pulled a mask out from within, and pulled one of the components out. It was a single lens. Putting it over his eye, it whirred just a moment before he saw the information materialize onto it. Right, he was making an attempt to create a portable version of the on-board auxiliary systems on knights. He was having a tad bit of difficulty with it. He has managed to get the augmented reality interface constructed in a visually appealing way, and in such a way as to reduce the visual noise produced. Unfortunately he couldn't get anything working outside of his own vital display and basic distance measurement assistance.

Looking around himself, he found someone--something unsettling. Dietrich. Nikkolaüs backed up a bit. Yeah, I'm'a go this way. He did not want to be interacting with him so early. His occupied mind was pulled back to reality when his ARI flashed red. Oh! The close range clearance sensors are working! Wait, that means-- His thought didn't quite conclude before he backed up right into someone.

"Ah, my apologies! I wasn't watching my step, hope you can forgive me." Nikkolaüs let out hurriedly as he turned around.

It was a fellow student. However he was quickly drawn to one thing about this girl he had bumped into. A cybernetic prosthesis, and an impressive one at that.

"Name is Nikkolaüs Bütler. It's nice to meet you." He attempted to diffuse any potential tension he may have caused by offering his hand to shake.


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Vanya Dietrich
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Vanya offered a smile to the shark-toothed boy, calmly extending his gloved hand to shake with Nimai. "A warrior you say? An admirable calling." With a patient smile, he listened to the boy as he spoke, calmly taking in whatever cues Nimai presented, his character broke a little however when he caught a glimpse of Nikkolaüs colliding into a young woman, having to bite back the twitch of a smirk that came to his lips. His focus quickly returned, however.

Vanya raised his brow slightly as the boy finished speaking. "Your father is a mechanic as well? Hmm, a warrior and mechanic, I'm sure you made quite the pair." Unconsciously. Vanya's posture relaxed slightly, from a forced straight back to something ever so slightly inclined. "The name is Vanya of House Dietrich, it is good to meet you Mr Nimai, whilst I'm not certain whether we will be partners, whether I am teamed with you or I will be working with others, I certainly hope to see you on the field of battle."

He shot the boy a brief smile again. "So your father was a mechanic? I must say, it's an admirable profession, did he tend to work on Knights? I'm sure that must've served your family well. And if you don't mind, might I enquire as to where you hail from?"
 

Vanya Dietrich
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Vanya offered a smile to the shark-toothed boy, calmly extending his gloved hand to shake with Nimai. "A warrior you say? An admirable calling." With a patient smile, he listened to the boy as he spoke, calmly taking in whatever cues Nimai presented, his character broke a little however when he caught a glimpse of Nikkolaüs colliding into a young woman, having to bite back the twitch of a smirk that came to his lips. His focus quickly returned, however.

Vanya raised his brow slightly as the boy finished speaking. "Your father is a mechanic as well? Hmm, a warrior and mechanic, I'm sure you made quite the pair." Unconsciously. Vanya's posture relaxed slightly, from a forced straight back to something ever so slightly inclined. "The name is Vanya of House Dietrich, it is good to meet you Mr Nimai, whilst I'm not certain whether we will be partners, whether I am teamed with you or I will be working with others, I certainly hope to see you on the field of battle."

He shot the boy a brief smile again. "So your father was a mechanic? I must say, it's an admirable profession, did he tend to work on Knights? I'm sure that must've served your family well. And if you don't mind, might I enquire as to where you hail from?"

Nimai's smile deflated only the slightest bit as Vanya mentioned his father. It wasn't gone, but it lacked the previous energy the boy had. Putting his hands on his pockets, he nodded. "Aye. He worked on those big hunks of metal. He wasn't home that much, it was a job that required constant attention from his part an' all...But he put food on the table for me and ma." 'Ma' likely being his mom. Nimai certainly...Lacked the same verbose and gentle mannerism Vanya seemed to have, but regardless of their differences, he shook his hand with energy.

"...Come from New Shinigami. Slum city. Dad's job was well payin' enough for us to have a decent house, though. Some stuff happened though, he ended up bitin' it-- and I'm takin' up his place to take care of my ma." Nimai didn't seem to care much about saying his story and how his father died. He did, however, care about saying that he had some mild fear of knights-- more specifically a fear of the damn thing 'biting' him like it 'did' with his dad. It was more of the image he wanted to let Vanya have of him. He'd tell him if they got close enough...But not now.

"Also, man, Van-- Imma call you Van. You don't need to speak so fancily with me, pal! Ease up a bit, I ain't no noble, keheh!"
 
Claire Ryan

Claire's escape from cryo was something closing on traumatic frankly, she found herself coughing and spluttering as her casket hissed open, the icy fog scraping at her lungs. She had to take a moment to herself, to recollect her senses and take a pump from her inhaler which she hurriedly snatched from her backpack. Because of this, she was one of the last to get off the train, slinging her pack over her shoulder before promptly having to take it off for inspection. She got through without issue and followed on with the group, keeping behind the crowd because she knew she would end up being haphazardly tossed around if she ended up at the centre of the human stampede. She kept her eyes on the instructor as they fanned out into the courtyard. She'd managed to get here by herself and she sure as hell wasn't gonna end up falling behind for not paying attention.

Admittedly however, her attention was torn away as the voice of the instructor was drowned out beneath the heavy mechanical thudding of the white knight that strode through the courtyard. As the instructor took a step away to use his radio and he told the students to chat amongst themselves, Claire found herself still at the edge of the groups, slowly pulling back a little and covering her face with the sleeve of her thin hoodie against the sand that was kicked up in the courtyard.
 
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Ivanna had slung her bag over her shoulders just as she joined the rest of the students. There wasn't anything much in her pack, save for some clothes, some food and a took kit for her prostetic. She was lost in her own mind about what she needed to do before sending back a report. Or did she? Was she supposed to send a report? Wouldn't that expose the Society to the outside word? Being stuck in a cryo chamber didn't help her organize her thoughts it would seem. She didn't even notice where she was going, until someone bumped into her back, causing her to stumble forward. She turned around, almost in a small fit to tell off the guy, but sees that this boy, Nikkolaus Butler was already apologizing.

"Uh...yes, well....be more careful next time." She said, and holds out her prosthetic to shake. "I'm Ivanna. So...I assume you're here to attend the academy then? That's good if you are. I need someone to give me the run down about this place."
 
"Well don't go thinking I know any more than you do. I'm just as lost," Nikkolaüs answered, taking her 'hand'. "Now, I must say: your prosthesis is quite impressive. Might I ask of whom you acquired it from?"

It was an incredible design, to have so accurately mapped the nerves and muscles to replicate the fine and minute details of a hands motor functions so well that it'd even be able to shake a hand fluidly. It got the mechanic in him turning his gears in his head.

"Or, perhaps that's none of my business." He rethought. To need it, she must've lost her old one. Must be personal territory of the 'not-when-you-first-meet' kind.

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Ivanna looked at her arm then at Nikkolaus. He had a fascination with her arm, but why? To her it was just an arm, a replacement for an arm that she had lost a while ago. A standard thing she had aquired on the job. Perhaps these sort of prosthetic limbs were rather uncommon? Maybe the surfacers had nothing more then artificial fingers or hands. There wasn't any harm to what Nikkolaus had asked. It was just...strange to focus on one's missing arm.

"It's quite alright. I got it form my home's tech division. It's standard pattern for anyone who had lost any limbs there. You don't have anything like it where you're from? Er...where are you from if I may ask?"

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Vanya Dietrich
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Vanya's eyes widened as the boy spoke "Ah, Van is fine, apologies, my mannerisms are... rather set in stone I suppose, though I shall try to speak more casually in your presence if that suits your preference." He could already see the boy growing nervous, shifting as he spoke of his past. Perhaps it was best he change the topic. "It's commendable that you're taking on the responsibility to look after your mother in place of your father, admirable in fact, you sound like a good man. If you're like this now, I'm certain your father was a good man too. I can say for a fact that I legitimately hope we end up working together" He offered the boy a collected smile. His finger twitched. There was an uncomfortable feeling to hug the boy, to tell him pleasantries about his father and apologise for his loss. Vanya swallowed it down, it would be unbefitting of his position.

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Jūn Mǐn
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Jūn's eyes tracked after the Knight as it strode away, still hanging to the outer edge of the amassed throng of students that had quickly broken into chattering amongst one another, his attention was focused still on the instructor, only allowing it to be pulled away as the instructor himself pulled away. His eyes caught a girl, diminutive in stature coughing and covering her face as a small wave of sand rolled over her. Without acting in particular hurry, realising that the instructor seemed like he would be busy for some time, Jūn approached the girl, extending a hand "Are you alright?"

His eyes trailed over her for a second, she was seriously small, though he couldn't really say all that much, he was short as can be himself, skinny too.

 
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Claire Ryan

Claire took a heavy breath, she didn't quite need to go for an inhaler yet, but still she waited for the sand to settle before dropping her sleeve from her face and responding to the boy. She coughed once the second she dropped her hoodie and sniffled, but was otherwise fine. "Yeah I'm alright, could be a hell lot worse... haha...." Her voice trailed off slowly as she mimicked a weak faux laugh, this guy was weird, seemingly approaching her for no reason. But hey, everyone was a little weird, right?

"The names Claire, thanks for the concern but I'm fine. Really." She offered him a snappy, energetic handshake, a wide grin on her face as she quickly threw up a more positive attitude. "So, I gave you my name, you'll give me yours won't you? Mr Are You Alright? guy?"
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