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Lex quickly made his way though the outskirts of the city's Market District, the best place to post a help wanted poster according to his sources and Nora, the groups AI that it was a marvelous idea to open the ship up to every scoundrel, murderer, thug and psychotic zealot on this planet. he didn't like it. it was a recipe for disaster. and he had told her so, and as usual she laughed at him. So he posted the damn flier all over the District. Which was why he was now fighting his way through the mass of people and animals to get to the prearranged sign up spot, meaning the Merc Guild's main conference room. "I really hate you right now Nora" he muttered into the communicator chip that was implanted in his neck. "Why, because I had to do your job for you? Again." she added with a hint of humor in her voice. she was surprisingly more human than anticipated from all the tinkering with her systems and code he had done for the past twelve years. "No. I expected that. It's because you had to choose the one local that I would prefer to avoid at all cost right now. you knew that he would be here today, and yet you booked us to be there when he was. Why?" he asked, his tone getting a little bit harder than normal, but most people wouldn't have noticed it. as if he had known he was being talked about, a man stood on the steps of the Guild Hall as if he was waiting for him. "Captain Alex! What a great surprise. What are you doing here on Cole?" he asked as he stepped in front of Lex. Lex paused, took a deep breath and bowed to the man. "Merc King Solomon, it's a great honor to meet you like this, but may I ask why?" he greeted the man. "Because I'm king. now stop answering a question with a question, my friend. I find it rather boring and a poor attempt to change the subject." Solomon said with a hint of a smile in his eyes. "to answer your question, I'm here to gather recruits for my ship. As you doubtlessly know by now, I just started my own division." Lex answered Solomon's question in his usual brisk manner, leaving his usual hints that the king wasn't the only one with a large net of informants and spies. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a crew to form. I do hope that we can have a conversation with each other about your Section Alpha Delta Three, it seemed like a rather interesting prospect." Lex said with a smile and a pat on Solomon's shoulder before he made his way into the hall and his new crew.

Crew members wanted! Come to the Merc Guild if interested!
Imagine a Universe where almost anything is possible. Giant fighting mechas, check; FTL space travel, check again; war, constantly.
Welcome to the GNS Corinthian, a Mercenary ship. We welcome all recruits, seasoned or fresh from their mother's teat. All we require is a Signature, skill list, and profile pic. we don't care about your history (we aim make it) personal history CAN be given if preferred, but it's NOT required. (we will learn more about each other throughout the RP). If you crave adventure, wealth beyond your dreams, or just plain wild sex all mixed with a hint of danger, Sign Up now!

Universal Info:
year: 3487
Currency: Credits, usually referred to as Chips.
The Galactic Alliance of Interracial Equality, shortened to The Alliance or just Alliance by others, is the formidable foe we face in our adventure. They are well known for their armed take overs and eternal political wars that they wage for the "safety of the universe and the advancement of knowledge for all." This is just a farce since all they care about is expanding their power and increasing their wealth no matter what the cost.

Any questions feel free to ask me, either through PM or Skype (nyxshadowstrike).

The Corinthian: [attachment=15399:epic.jpg] Nora Pilots.

Nora: [attachment=15419:1069829_606741649347700_273133650_n.png] Holo Form

Mecha Form: [attachment=15421:Paladin Mecha.jpg]
Fighter Form: [attachment=15420:Azealean Marine.jpg]

My Sign-Up:

Name: Alex "Lex" Aeolus Nightingale
Appearance: [attachment=15396:575653_432857620144230_685403766_n.jpg]
Skills: Long Range Weapons expert, Master Swordsman, Proficient Mêlée Fighter, Computer Programmer.
Weapons (optional): [attachment=15397:nargacuga_long_sword_by_raikoh067-d39sppl.jpg], [attachment=15398:Lynxs Sniper.jpg]

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Name: Unit 2142-C


Race: AI Mecha Model MWP (Multipurpose Weapons Platform)


Gender: Unknown


Appearance: mecha_by_sttheo-d34zbf6.jpg

Height: Nine feet tall. Weight: Eight tons. Power Supply: Six micro-cold fission cores distributed around the body to ensure at least one remains to power the unit and are the second most armored component besides the AI Core.  


Skills: Very flexible frame that can equip various types of weapons and equipment. 


Weapons: Variable but has a broken electromagnetic twenty millimeter cannon, none-functional shoulder launched missile system, and a dismantled dual hybrid six barreled miniguns. Using old projectile type ammo without the gunpowder combined with electromagnetic rail system. 


Personality: Due to restraints installed after being manufactured and delivered to it's paranoid owner. The AI hasn't developed a distinctive personality in six years of being active. Only being serviced once by a professional mechanic on it's six micro-cold fission power cores three years after being turned on. So due to that. It's personality is stuck on default and it's personality also affects its vocal patterns and gender identification being a male personality or female personality.

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Name: Tempo/T.J.


Appearance: Tempo


Skills: Tempo is a hand-to-hand specialist as well as being very tech-savvy. While not a complete hacker, he did single-handedly engineer the design for his Nova Gloves and Boots. While being small in size may have their disadvantages, he takes every advantage of his height when he can.


Weapons: Tempo created his own weapon suitable for his fighting style: The Nova Gloves and Boots. These reinforced boots and gloves are armored enough to allow Tempo to punch through the hull of a ship with little repercussive damage. On top of which, they are equipped with internal generators that are powered by the number of blows thrown with each one. Given enough power, T.J. can use them to generate searing heat or even electricity. The energy can be discharged in a one-shot projectile once powered enough, though it depletes the generators in all of the units. He also carries a modified Desert Eagle, capable of handling explosive or incendiary rounds as well as a Thompson SMG.

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Hope sign ups are still open. Been itching to write at something for a while and this seems interesting. 


Name: Allura Kane


Skills: Proficient kick boxer, she is keen with throwing knives of any kind, her quick hands and dexterity also gives way to her being a very skilled pick pocket.

Weapons: Allura doesn't have many weapons on her person, except for the single pouch of thin, razor sharp steel playing cards strapped to her hip. The cards are consisted of a full deck of poker playing cards; having all the suites and cards of a normal playing deck these cards have been personally order by her.Thin and sharp, these seemingly innocent cards can become a tool for pain and damage if needed.

Personality: Quiet and somewhat intimidating when first met, Allura is a kind person with a big heart who, having been hurt to many times doesn't trust easily.

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Sign ups are always open. Glad to have you on board the Corinthian. Feel free to post your entrance to the ship. just keep mind that I'm in the repair bay, so Nora will be the first one to meet you.

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