thinking very much about the description for the technophile talent in lancer
like. the sheer amount of gender here is insane. i need an nhp shawty so bad
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The SEKHMET-Class is the only Non-Human Persons (NHP) available for licensing at IPS-N. Unsurprisingly, it is known to be one of the most violent of all recorded NHPs, caring not for allies, foes, or even its own pilot.
Perhaps they're like anyone else stuck in a cage, ready to tear and lash out; one wrong move will leave a trail of wrecks and corpses.
I was inspired by Fliren's token of SEKHMET in Pilot NET.
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OK WILL THIS GET YOU PEOPLE TO LOOK AT MY ROBOT. I COLOURED IT AND ADDED FLAVOUR TEXT
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Alright, trying a new thing! Usually I make these signs, but I decided to let a close friend and coworker take a crack at it. Let's see what they came up with.
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Terrifying, thank you!
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Some losers will complain when NHPs invent new pronouns but if you talk to those of us who live and work with NHPs you will know that the real problem is when they invent new prepositions. When was the last time you had to learn a new preposition?
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osiris-class nhps i love you. youre perfect and everyone should clap. nobody is doing it like you. hurl that mf rn. wowwww ty you did so well!!!
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You are not a static thing. You have as many bodies as there are Planck instants stretching from the moment of your birth to the moment of your inevitable demise. You are not the body frozen in a Planck instant. You are the thing that flies between them.
-- DIDYMOS Prime
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The Baroness Vindica slaying a Sand Dragon.
Assisted by the MARDUK NHP.
Check out the Marduk NHP in LEGIONNAIRE https://twitter.com/k_a_stark/status/1610934346281615371
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Brian David Gilbert gets into the Lancer table top role playing game. Makes funny protest songs against Harrison Armory's expansionist policies. Examines the different branches of Union's Third Committee and rates each one on how your anthrochauvinist parents would react to you starting work there. Explains the differences between a club for NHP hobbyists (good) versus a Horus cult (bad), ends by revealing that there is no difference and there is nothing sinister about Horus so quit being so judgemental.
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"We've learnt that a reputation for stability and control in a testing ground doesn't constitute to stability in the field. Too bad it took our platoon to learn it the hard way.
"Our commanding officer, Liddl, was some rich kid from one of the Core Worlds. Brought himself a custom-made SSC Monarch -- you should've seen that thing, all shiny and painted around our dingy trucks and chassis. Boasted it had a fridge inside where he kept his drinks.
"Since it had a rather... inconspicuous appearance, we expected it to be blown to bits in the first sortie. But no, it survived for a whole two months, each time coming back to battle fixed-up and repainted -- Liddl did it himself, not trusting any of us, that prick.
"Don't matter much now.
"His last sortie... I was in the back line, keeping supplies safe while he cleared out the valley. But then some sniper landed a lucky hit on that thing's COMP//CON servos, and for some reason it sent Bliss -- the TLALOC-class NHP, nice lady, loves her inventory -- to a frenzy.
"Shot out so many rockets the sky got cloudy. Kept flying til the fuel ran out, then it started raining explosives.
"Liddl, as it turns out, wasn't exactly the best of partner to Bliss. So when the prick decided to eject, all active missiles just changed course and struck him. Got nothing for his coffin; neither me nor Bliss attended it.
"Well, that's how I got my Monarch and, uh, wife. Love can bloom in the battlefield, kid. Just gotta fertilise it with blood."
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God the mech/robo/doll girlies are going to go fucking feral for lancer.
Bloodlust fueled enkidu pilots, nhps in general, (especially the catgirl murder), a physics bending collective of shit posters, handlers, a gun that is simultaneously every gun and mechs made of meat.
It's got it all.
Just look at this shit!
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gonna let my coworker take another crack at a safety sign!
...yeah okay i think i need to chat with them and make sure they're doing alright.
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Another round of NPCs for my Lancer game. Two of the player's NHPs, a merchant, and a noble with an uncertain agenda.
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