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40 Upcoming Indie/AA Games

With so many games releasing nowadays, I think it's easy for the good ones to get lost in the shuffle. I'm going to list 20 highly anticipated Indie/AA games. I'm sure there's many great ones I'll probably miss (like I said, there's so many it's hard to keep track sometimes), so please let me know what other ones I should look out for. I’m going to order them by release date. If the game does not have a tangible release date, I’ll place it in the list based on what I think is more likely to come out first, based on marketing material and release date delays.
1. Cyber Shadow
2. TOHU
3. Little Nightmares II
4. Taxi Chaos
5. Rangok Skies
6. It Takes Two
7. Balan Wonderworld
8. Garlic
9. King’s Bounty II
10. Clive ‘N’ Wrench
11. Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion
12. Knight Squad 2
13. Hell Pie
14. Iron Meat
15. There Is No Light
16. 30XX
17. Scorn
18. Windjammers 2
19. Hollow Knight Silksong
20. Psychonauts 2
21. Coromon
22. Solar Ash Kingdom
23. No Place for Bravery
24. Bushiden
25. Hazel Sky
26. Gestalt: Steam & Cinder
27. Jack Move
28. Heavenly Bodies
29. Cuphead: The Delicious Last Course
30. Brave Earth: Prologue
31. Hazelnut Bastille & Dawnthorn
32. Freedom Planet 2
33. Acid Knife
34. Cassette Beasts
35. Tale of Ronin
36. OddBallers
37. Spark the Electric Jester 3
38. Samurai Gunn 2
39. Witchbrook
40. Witchfire
What are some other upcoming indie/AA games you’re looking forward to?
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Review of installing the Mr. Shades PID on my Gaggia Classic 2019

I just installed a Mr. Shades PID on my new Gaggia Classic and got it running. I’ve seen a couple of reviews like this recently, but when I was trying to figure out what machine (and then what PID) to get, I looked around for reviews and wished there were more. So, I thought I’d post my own.
A similar (slightly more optimistic) post is here: https://www.reddit.com/gaggiaclassic/comments/l8ms5b/my_experience_fitting_mr_shades_pid_to_gaggia/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
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TL;DR: Approach this with the right mindset, and you will be happy. Expect a real DIY experience if you get this; do not expect it to be easy. Plan to spend 8–10 hours on it. If you are very efficient, exceptional at reading manuals, and don’t make mistakes, it can be much faster, but unless you have done this before, it will almost certainly longer than the 2–3 hours advertised (probably regardless of which PID kit you buy and from which company).
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More on install time
I am fairly competent at technical things: In the past, I’ve done a bit of soldering for keyboard projects, I’ve done some basic woodworking, I’ve replaced an iPhone battery, and I am intermediate at programming in Python & coding websites with HTML, CSS, and JS frameworks. I’m nothing special, but I can generally follow instructions and figure things out. Then again, a lot of what I do allows me to experiment and Google any problems that arise. This install is a bit of a different beast.
It’s hard to say how much of the difficulty would really be possible to solve in the manual versus how much is innately part of assembling a DIY electronics project. I did skim the contents first to get a sense of how the process was structured, but it is pretty hard for me to fully understand technical things without working along with the process. So, it was partly on me, but I had multiple times where a critical detail was under-emphasized or pointed out too late in the manual.
There are two main reasons the install takes a long time:
  1. As stated above, Mr. Shades does not have a simple task in providing the kit + manual + support, with changes and variability from Gaggia. Added to this, the Gaggia itself just has lots of fiddly bits that are difficult to work with.
  2. The manual is out of date or out of sync in small but meaningful ways. It is quite good in many ways, but this is a complex process, and the instructions leave parts out and gloss over others. Probably over half the time this install took was due to things that I nearly completed, only to have to reverse and redo. Lots of things need to be done in a certain order, and it’s not always clear what that is until you’ve gone (much) too far. For most of them, proper photos and better ordering of instructions probably would have prevented the mistakes. It sounds like they are updating it, but I’m still kind of salty that they sold me a device with an outdated manual.
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Initial PID experience & current thoughts
Even after the “auto-tune” process and with a warmed-up machine, the display does seem to quickly jump around within maybe +0.5 to +3°C of the target. This probably isn’t such a bad thing, and I suspect it’s just very accurately reporting the temperatures as it is reading & responding to them. As an initial experience, though, it isn’t as smooth or reassuring as I had expected it to be. But, I’m guessing that, once I get used to it, I will appreciate the deep configurability and clarity of the device. It feels like kind of an “expert” tool, rather than a dumbed-down kitchen appliance. That is pretty cool, provided it works in the long run.
Now that I have actually installed this, I am pretty excited about making espresso with it, and I hope that it saves me time on temperature surfing while getting more consistent results. I am quite excited to have more machine capabilities to experiment with! The first 5 or so shots I’ve pulled with it have been consistent and really nice.
Would I recommend it to most people? Not really. Will I be glad I did it, a month or a year from now? I’m pretty optimistic about that. Fingers crossed!
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Abduction pt. XI

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I nervously approached the ruined terminal I’d just smashed. Looking inside I found various tubes and wires bent and broken. I’d clearly done a number on whatever this thing was. There weren’t any writings or symbols of any kind I could find. Whatever that pulse of energy was, I doubted I was going to find any answers from this thing.
Another door swooshed open and in walked two of those noodlers. I noticed these two were much larger than the ones that had been attacking me before. I know I’d just been fighting for my life earlier, but at this moment I felt like the kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“I uh… I didn’t mean to! I… don’t know what happened.” I began muttering to them, as if they’d understand me, stepping away from the mess I’d created.
They completely ignored me, rushing to the device. They started tearing parts out with those noodles of theirs and putting them into other boxes in the room. Then pulling the parts back out, clearly repaired somehow. It seemed they were busy attempting to fix whatever I’d done. They were making a gurgling noise the whole time as they worked.
I looked over at the door they’d come through, but it had already shut. I was unsure of what to do. Should I try to bust through the door? Should I attack them? Should I wait for them to finish and hope these two are more amenable to me than their peers? I knew I needed the things alive if I wanted them to open the doors. Maybe I could persuade or intimidate one of them. It had to be easier than just waiting for one to randomly walk through any door I wanted to get through and jumping them.
It took them almost half an hour to repair the damage I’d done. When the final piece was in place, that white light began blinking again - noticeably more rapid than it had been before. I guess this alarmed the two noodlers because their noodles started whipping around much more erratically than they had while they were working. They started touching their noodles together and that gurgling noise they were making got more intense.
“Hey! Assholes! You done yet?!” I shouted.
They both ceased their erratic noodling, clearly aware of my presence now, though they didn’t turn to face me… or… actually, I’m not sure which way the face is on these things. Either way, I clearly had their attention and they hadn’t yet attacked me. I held my left rod up in an imposing manner and pointed at the far door with my right.
“Alright! You’re going to let me out of here… or… or I’m going to kick the shit out of you! You understand me?”
I’m not sure they did understand me, as they just continued standing there, noodles waving around. Granted, not as wildly as before.
I walked to the door they’d come through and tapped it with my rod a few times. “This door! Right here! You’re going to let me out of here now! Understand!” I demanded, flourishing the rod in my off-hand in a very intimidating manner. At least, I told myself it was an intimidating manner.
I think they got the picture at that point because they both started walking toward the door. I stepped to the side with my weapons drawn, ready to attack if they did anything stupid, but they didn’t attack. They opened the door and walked through. The other room looked like a straight corridor with another wall on the opposite end. They both stood, in line with each other, near the far wall. I went ahead and walked in after them.
Immediately after walking into the room I almost face-planted as I jumped forward three or four feet. What the hell? After I regained my footing I bounced a bit in the air. I went way higher than I thought I would. I felt like I was jumping on a trampoline. I just felt lighter all around. My amusement was cut short as I heard a hissing sound and began to have trouble breathing.
These bastards are sucking the air out of the room! They tricked me! I leaped for the door we’d just entered. I started bashing it with my fists as I was sucking in what little air I could. In my panicked state, I summoned the strength to bash a hole into the top of the door, bending it out of place and revealing the room I’d just left. I felt wind hitting my face. I started gasping for air, like someone that’d just breached the surface of the ocean.
I noticed those things had grabbed me as I beat my way through the door, but by this point, they’d let me go. I turned to face them. Were they panicking now? Their noodles were flipping around like when they saw that light beeping.
“You assholes tricked me!” I yelled, leveling my clubs in their direction.
The door they were standing in front of swooshed open and they looked like they were pulled in as they scurried off. I was almost picked off my feet, but the air pressure leveled quickly. I could still hear the air whistling in from behind me. I quickly realized the rooms ahead of me were already depressurized. That was certainly going to make further exploration difficult. I’d either have to turn back and explore in a more habitable environment or I’d have to bring the air with me.
It was hard to walk in here. I was hopping more than walking at this point. The next room looked similar to the other rooms I’d been through since leaving the corridors, except there were two round alcoves in either corner opposite the door I’d just come through. I saw one of the two noodlers slip into the alcove on the left. As soon as it was through, the alcove started to rotate, closing the passage behind it. Hopping my way further into the room the alcove twisted open again, empty now. It was a bit hard to breathe on this side of the room, the air obviously not filling all the way yet.
I made my way to one of the box machines and had a sit. I could hear humming coming from inside and felt a slight vibration. I leaned back against the wall and sighed. What a mess I’ve found myself in. I felt my stomach as it began to rumble. How long has it been since I’ve eaten? My stomach was still sticky. I’d kill for a bath right now. Or maybe a cheeseburger. Oh! Maybe a cheeseburger and a bath. Yeah, that would be nice. I’m so exhausted. The fear and adrenaline had taken a toll on me. The soothing hum and gentle vibrations of my perch weren’t helping matters either. If I wasn’t careful I might just slip into one of my mid-day naps… Couldn’t have that… not with monsters roaming the place… need to get up, need to… keep fighting.
I opened my eyes to the sound of a loud crashing noise. Oh no… I did not just fall asleep. Claire! How could you be so careless! I looked around and everything seemed the same as I’d left it. I heard the loud crashing noise again. It was coming from back the way I came, in the direction of the room with the green light. I reached down for my weapons and felt nothing. Looking around I discovered my weapons were missing! What the hell! Did… did those things take my rods but just leave me here sleeping? I guess I should just count myself lucky they didn’t take me too.
Another crash. It sounded like a fight! I hopped off my seat and hop-jumped my way to the door, which was still open. I reached the hole I’d made in the far door and peeked through.
There was definitely a fight taking place! The walls were covered in blue slime, but also splashed in green. Inside the room were at least four of the smaller noodlers, but there was something else in there with them. Two long snake looking things. But like, massive - way bigger than any snake I’d ever heard off. They had some kind of suit on, brown mostly, with markings near the head. Their heads were covered by a semi-transparent bubble, like a goldfish bowl. They had three little arms near their heads and they were holding something that looked a lot like a gun - though not one I recognized.
The noodlers were wrapping their arms around one of the creatures and it started to screech - I could just barely hear it from the door. The other snake thing was having more luck. I saw it point its gun thing at one of the noodlers and I heard that loud crash sound again. I couldn’t see what came out of the weapon, but several of the noodler’s arms looked like they’d been crushed and whipped around so fast they smacked the ground next to it. Blue goo started seeping from it.
I watched in horror as three of the noodlers worked together, pulling the snake in different directions until it split in two. Green liquid sprayed out from either end of it. The snake that was still standing let out a screech as if he was the one that was ripped apart before blasting another of the noodlers. It was putting up a hell of a fight, but with how easily the first one snapped, I doubted it would last much longer. It was being cornered. It had slithered up onto the podium and continued blasting at the noodlers as they tried to grab hold of it. That gun of theirs was definitely hurting the creatures, but they were still outnumbered at this point.
I had to make a decision. I didn’t know what this thing was, but it needed help. Maybe the enemy of my enemy and all that? I grabbed hold of the hole in the door and started yanking down.
“Hold on! I’m coming!” I yelled out as the door started to creak and grind. I gripped the top of the doorway with one hand, trying to give myself some more leverage, and pushed my arms apart with all my strength. I heard a loud POP and the door slid down.
The snake thing looked in my direction and momentarily seemed stunned until one of those tentacles grabbed hold of one of its little arms and yanked it right out of its socket. He let off another screech and shot at the one that had injured it, sending it scuttling backward a few feet.
I didn’t have a plan of action, I just charged. As soon as I stepped into the room I felt heavy again and almost stumbled before regaining my footing. I tucked my shoulder down and rammed the first noodler I met. I managed to lift it completely off the ground and smash it down in front of me. Its body crumpled and it stopped moving. I turned to the other two still standing. They both shot several tentacles toward me. I managed to beat one of them away, but at least five more managed to wrap around me. They started squeezing and pulling, but I wasn’t moving. With my free hand I secured the limb wrapped around my left wrist, it compressed in my hand like a soda can. I yanked it hard, hoping to pull the creature closer to me, but I must have yanked too hard because the whole tentacle popped right off the creature and fell limp to the ground. Blue slime squirted everywhere.
I felt the tentacles release me, from both the creatures, as they made a run for the door - back in the direction of those sleeping rods.
“Oh no you don’t!” I yelled. I took off in a run after them.
I caught the first one easy enough, grabbing its thick torso and flipping it on its side. I laid into it with a series of unrestrained slams. I didn’t exactly have a technique here, I was just trying to do some damage. It went limp at about the same time I saw the other step back into the doorway, sleeping-stick in hand, pointed right at me. I grabbed the end of the stick and pushed it up in the air away from my face as I heard another loud crash and saw the creature’s midsection cave in as it fell over. I looked behind me to see the last remaining snake guy holding his gun up over my shoulder.
I couldn’t quite tell through its helmet, but it looked like it was panting. The place where its arm had been ripped off was covered in some kind of foam that was quickly hardening. Looking back into the room, it was a massacre. I hadn’t noticed before, but there were at least five more of those big snake things dead - ripped apart - scattered about, as well as a couple of the noodlers.
I stood up and pointed the rod, which was still in my hand, at the creature. It held its gun away from me in a clearly placating manner. Seeing this, I turned my weapon away in a similar manner.
“Ok. By any chance at all, do you understand me?” I asked without any real hope for success.
I was already formulating a means by which to communicate via gestures using my legendary charades skills when it slowly holstered its weapon on a slot below its arm. It slowly raised its firing hand in the air then carefully brought it to the wrist of its remaining arm and began pressing a series of buttons on some device it had.
It started making some chirping noises before a synthesized voice emanated from the device on its wrist, “Human. You are in grave danger! I must secure this station or all hope will be lost. Do you understand?”
I stared blankly at it for a few moments, my eyes wide with panic before I finally blurted out, “... What?!”
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First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 363 (Memoirs)

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A Great Herd Main Battle Tank Type XIX. IXTB-38A8r4. One hundred fifty tons of armor, molecular circuitry, guns, and hoverfans. Designed 638 thousand years ago and never having needed a single upgrade. A 180mm main gun that fires an eight pound plasma shell. Two rows of 80mm vertical launch systems capable of delivering a variety of variable fuzed munitions. A driver's, tank commander's, communication's officer's, and an electronic warfare officer's external 18mm quad barreled plasma machinegun that could be controlled inside or manually by partially exiting the appropriate hatch. Capable of reaching a top speed of nearly forty miles an hour. The crew can survive inside the compartment for up to 11 hours without discomfort. Single layer medium grade battlescreens often used on light frigate naval vessels. Waterproof, soundproof, able to be piloted and operated even in vacuum thanks to sixteen antigravity pods, although at a much slower speed and slower response.
The mighty armored fist of the Unified Military Council, in support of the Unified Civilized Council.
According to my trainers, the last time a single tank had been damaged to the point that it could not fight, excluding operator error or sabotage, was nearly 23 thousand years prior to my introduction to my first tank.
I was excited as I inprocessed. I was to be assigned to one of the most modern tank designs around, military war machine made manifest. Perfection achieved and domination assured. I was almost eager the day I was allowed to enter the motorpool and taken to where the tank I would be a crew member of was parked.
It was love at first sight.
My fellow crewbeings thought I was a bit insane, to be honest. I worked on my tank, learning everything about it that I could from the neo-sapient mechanics. The driver was happy I could start it up for maintenance, meaning he could continue on with his long running alcohol related binge.
Within a month I could tear apart my gunner's sight, even the firing mechanism, and rebuild it from spare parts found in the motor pool supply shed. I even knew workarounds and field repairs that existed only in esoteric manuals and passed down in whispers between mechanics.
I earned my "gunner's bite" at my first live-fire range, where I learned that it was best if I let my helmet push back a little instead of pushing it against the padded sight. Pushing my face against the padding, using only my forward eyes, concentrating on putting each shot right where I wanted it.
Everyone took notice when I scored a perfect 1,200 points.
Some were happy for me, considered what I'd done proof of the Great Herd's might.
Others were jealous, starting whisper campaigns that I had somehow rigged my software to give me an illegal edge during live fire gunnery practice.
My fellow gunners led the campaign to have my accomplishment gone over with a fine toothed comb, many of them accusing me, to my face, of cheating.
My gunner's station was pulled apart, each block of circuitry examined, each byte of firmware and software gone over, even the gearing examined closely to see if I had somehow pulled off the shroud at the base of the barrel and adjusted the microgears that did the minute changes to barrel angle and elevation.
In the end, my score would have been stricken from the record, since my gunner's sight had gotten early maintenance, the neo-sapient maintenance crew replacing it twenty years before necessary. I would have been sent to do manual labor as punishment, or perhaps worse.
There was even talk of a court martial to put me in my place.
Mil-Sec officers had arrived in our motor pool to place me under arrest when the sirens began to wail. Everyone looked around confused, even the Mil-Sec officers, at the tone of the siren.
It came over my implant at the same time as everyone's else, my lockout being lifted.
ATTACK IMMINENT -- PRECURSOR VESSELS IN SYSTEM IN FORCE
My platoon Most High began rearing up and down, screaming at all of us to get into ranks for inspection. The platoon Second Most High began galloping in circles, shrieking that we were all going to die.
He was wrong.
Only most of us were going to die.
--Excerpt From: We Were the Lanaktallan of the Atomic Hooves, a Memoir.
"I hate landing into an ongoing fight," General No'Drak said, staring at the various holotanks. He had been in the same place for six hours, watching everything take place. The counter-attack, the first in the five days since Confederate forces had arrived, was moving in fits and jerks.
"It's a mess out there," General Moffeta said, watching a map of the megacontinent where her air support assets were spread around widely.
"Are you concerned, Most High?" Grand Most High Ge'ermo'o asked.
"Always when even a single one of my men are engaged in combat," No'Drak admitted, tapping a cigarette against the railing he was leaning against. "There are a million ways this can all go sideways on us."
"Sir, signal from Space Force!" came the cry from below.
"Throw it up here," General No'Drak snapped, bringing up a secure holo-port.
The twinkling cone resolved into a tired looking Rigellian female with admiral's pips on the brow of her armored vac-suit. She had bags under her eyes from stress and her eyes were bloodshot. Static kept rippling across the hologram and General No'Drak knew it was from phased wave plasma motion guns and C+ cannons firing.
"General No'Drak here, can you hear me, Admiral?" the Treana'ad said, slowly and distinctly.
She spoke for a second, obviously to someone outside of view, then looked forward. "Admiral HawGawk here, General," the rippling went over the hologram and she waited a second. "We've got a status change out here."
"Go for sitrep," No'Drak said.
Ge'ermo'o watched interestedly. He had seen how his fellow Lanaktallan reacted to a changing situation obviously getting worse and was curious as to how the lemurs would react.
"Eighty plus point sources just came in at the Hellspace limit. The stellar stabilizers and the Hellspace interdiction craft from the Crusade of Wrath helped. We have eighty plus Harvester Class, including what look like mostly new classes, out near the far gas giant," the Admiral said.
"I repeat back, Eighty plus Harvesters at the far gas giant, primarily Type-III," No'Drak said.
The Admiral nodded. "At least three hundred are coming straight at you. I've detached two Battlecruiser Groups to defend the planet, but the heavy hitters have to stop those Harvesters from spamming ancillary vehicles and swarming you under," she said. The lights around her flashed and she rocked slightly to the side. "We were right not to break up into hunter killer groups to go after the last of them, looks like the initial wave was simply to pull us out of position."
No'Drak nodded. "So, whatever gets through, we're on our own," he said gravely.
Ge'ermo'o felt a little bit of fear at that.
"Sorry, General. Space Force has its hands full up here," she said. "We've already sent out a distress beacon. The Crusade ships have sent out a call for reinforcements, but with the Case Omaha on TerraSol, options are limited for them."
"Understood. Have you tactical forward what they can. Good luck, Admiral, and Fight the Ship," No'Drak said.
"Pound the Ground, General," the Admiral said, and then she was gone.
No'Drak tapped the cigarette a few times against his bladearms and Ge'ermo'o could smell the scent of freshly cut grain. The Treana'ad stared at the holotanks down below as he slowly put the cigarette into his mouth and brought out the lighter.
Ge'ermo'o was slowly learning Confederate map symbols, he could see how the soldiers of V Corps were spread all over the planet, fighting the landing Precursors and their forces.
General No'Drak unfolded his lighter with a snap of his fingers, spinning the striker in the same motion and bringing up a yellow flame. He slowly lit the cigarette, staring down. He puffed on it for a moment and exhaled the smoke around his footpads as he put the lighter away.
"The Precursors have adjusted their tactics," he said softly. "Never count on the enemy staying stupid."
"How many of the next wave do you think will reach the planet?" Ge'ermo'o asked. In his opinion, the planet was lost and there was nothing anyone could do about it. But if the lemurs were willing to fight, he would stand right here next to them.
He'd come to like them.
"Just a little over a third. Sixty or so units," No'Drak said. He brought up the map. "We got lucky they didn't catch us out of position. We knew there were still Googly-Eyes in the Oort Cloud, which meant either they were going to come back in again or we'd missed something."
"Harvester-Twenty-Nine is breaking up," Someone called out from the floor below. "Harvester Thirty-Eight has dropped out of formation, looks like someone got a piece of his engines."
No'Drak nodded.
The icons for the lighter units, the Dreadnoughts and below, were burning brightly. Space Force was concentrating most of their firepower on the massive Harvester Class units that had been forced to drop out further from the gravity well of the stellar mass burning brightly at the center of the system.
The Treana'ad officer knew that every kill counted with the big Harvesters. They'd sit out there and keep producing lesser units until the sun burned out if given the chance.
He had ordered the BOLO units to switched targets, ordering them to engage the incoming planetary assault units, leaving the already planet-side units to the ground forces.
It was a calculated risk, and General No'Drak was an excellent mathematician.
General Moffeta's units were hitting the Precursors as soon as they made atmosphere, pushing through the leading wave of fire to attack the Precursors during the short time their battlescreens were down. The interference from entering the atmosphere was scrambling the Precursor's sensors, putting their point defense offline. That let General Moffeta's units take long strafing runs at the massive machines.
No'Drak winced when one of the incoming Jotuns broke up at 15,000 meters up, the huge chunks tumbling to the ground.
The planet was taking a pounding.
General No'Drak made a motion, bringing up the communications section. The PFC who answered was a Terran had oversized eyes and whiskers.
"Is the hypercom still functional?" he asked before she could speak.
"Yes, sir," she said.
"Contact the Telkan system. Tell them we're going to need a full elven court here," No'Drak said. He sighed. "Tell them we're going to have massive Precursor wreckage as well as..." he paused, took a deep drag and exhaled it.
Ge'ermo'o noticed that it was pushing back the smell of freshly cut grain.
"We're going atom smasher. We've got over two billion civilians in shelters. Put out a request for evac ships, even on the junker channels," he said.
"Yes, sir," the female Terran said. Ge'ermo'o wondered why her eyes were so big. If they helped with her job, if her parents had possessed big eyes in their DNA, or if she just had liked them.
No'Drak cut the link and looked at the surrounding officers. "I'd give my mandibles to have Tik-Tak here."
That got chuckles.
No'Drak knew that the elven queens could repair the damage he was about to order his troops to commit to.
But if his men couldn't get it under control, couldn't smash the Precursor threat, there wouldn't be a planet to fix. He could see that the Precursors had arrived to strip mine the planet, probably down to gravel.
Part of him wondered why they wanted the planet so bad. The asteroid belts had been mined to nothing over the last twenty thousand years. Most of the easily accessible minerals were gone.
Then he remembered that elements of Third Armor were engaged with mining machines.
He looked at the icons for the Treana'ad Infantry Hordes and Air Mobile Clouds and a small part of him wished he was a Lieutenant again, charging across the ground in armor with his heavy weapons on the top of his abdomen.
After a moment he made a decision.
"Order all personnel on planet into armor and to draw weapons from the armory," he said. He turned to the two Lanaktallan. "Gentlebeings, I'd advise you to prepare yourselves."
"You think we will be attacked here?" Ge'ermo'o asked.
"Can't discount it at this time," No'Drak said. "The reinforcements were a high probability and it looks like our cards weren't as good as we hoped."
"Surely you won't be defeated," Ge'ermo'o said. "You won't withdraw!"
No'Drak shook his head. "No. There's too many people in shelters, too many people in hiding. We'll fight to the last."
"The Confederacy doesn't leave civilians behind to die," General Pulgrak said. He stretched, his shoulders popping. "Glad I qualified on my armor and weapons two months ago."
General Vandu licked her lips, looking around, her eyes moving back and forth. "Are we staying here?"
General No'Drak put away his cigarette. "Yes. We will still coordinate the battle, but we must be ready to join the ever put upon lower enlisted and junior officers should the Precursors assault our command and control area."
General Vandu nodded, her lips twitching in a smile. "Just standard body armor, or can we..." she started to ask.
"Put on power armor?" No'Drak asked. He gave the equivalent of a shrug. "There are several companies of power armor troops here to defend this base, you know that. If you wish to lead them from the front, you have my blessing."
General Vandu hurried off.
"She will see if the taste of combat is as sweet as the fantasy of combat awards," No'Drak said softly. He turned to his aide. "Let's suit up."
The Colonel nodded. "This way to the armory, General."
A Terran captain next to Ge'ermo'o touched his lower right elbow. When Ge'ermo'o looked at him, he noted how grave the Terran looked.
"If you Lanaktallan gentlemen will follow me, we should have time to fab and fit you with armor."
Ge'ermo'o was proud of himself for how calm he knew he looked as he nodded.
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Trucker dropped down into his tank, slamming the hatch shut over him.
He'd waited till almost the last second. The tank shuddered as the lead of the debris wave hit his tank. The wave was thick dust, formerly ferrocrete and asphalt, all ripped up by the massive Precursor combat machine going nose first into the suburbs beyond the city and scraping the bedrock for nearly eight miles before it had lost momentum and slammed down into the channel it had carved.
"Can't see shit, sir," his driver said.
"Tell all units to hold position, give the air a minute to clear," Trucker ordered. He heard his radioman passing the orders and looked at his sensor tech. "How many?"
"I saw four entering atmosphere before that big monster hit," he said. "Maybe more. The sky's on fire."
"331, how's it look in there?" Trucker asked.
--rough shape-- the Mantid Engineer Team Leader admitted. --try not to let them hit you--
"We're a tank. We're a little obvious," Trucker chuckled. He tapped his software and tossed a meme at the Mantid team of his tank, with great big googly eyes, trying to hide behind a tree, with meters of hull and an eye on each side of the tree. The caption "I R HIDYN!" at the bottom.
That got back giggling emojis.
"All Regimental Commanders, check in," Trucker said. He scooped out his dip and slung it into the can. He repacked it while he waited for his commo tech to get in touch with the different regiments.
"Trucker wants a sit-rep," Colonel Dremsal heard faintly over the roar of his quad-barrel.
"TELL HIM I'M BUSY!" Dremsal yelled back. As soon as they'd moved in between the two massive Precursors their air support had come out to play.
The sky above him was a whirling gnashing death snarl, with 19th Air Cavalry Regiment fighting six times their numbers with seemingly infinite reinforcements. So far they'd only lost three strikers, but each casualty counted.
"Told him you were still alive and we've still got tanks even if we're rolling coal," his commo tech said. He put his hand to his ear. "Most High A'armo'o wants to talk to you."
"Put him through," Dremsal said. He let go of the quad-barrel and ducked back into the tank, pulling the hatch shut. The last thing he wanted is some Precursor machine getting past the battlescreens, reaching down into the tank, and snatching his head off.
"Dremsal here, go ahead," he said.
"We're coming up on your rear. We've got 15th Sustainment inside our ranks. We had to drop back from the river, large machines were making landfall," A'armo'o said.
Dremsal closed his eyes, bringing up how his vehicles were arranged. He gave the orders and shot A'armo'o his plan.
"You keep 15th covered, we'll drop back to get refit," Dremsal said.
"What, may I ask, is our target?" A'armo'o asked. He glanced back at the half dozen Telkan Marines on the back deck of his tank. A quick glance showed his second in command had several Terrans on the back and it looked like they were doing something important.
"Juggernaut. It looks like it almost broke up, but if they get the auto-factories running we'll be in a lot of trouble if we let it just sit there without busting up its plans," Dremsal said. "We'll knock out the supply lines, get close, and open fire on it."
"What about the Great Gobbler back there?" A'armo'o asked.
"He can watch from behind us. He won't be able to catch up to us," Dremsal said. "We'll keep ahead of it close enough to keep its attention, keep it from diving, but we won't let it get close."
"I understand. Your warplan is loaded, my men are moving up," A'armo'o said.
The tanks of the Great Herd slowed for a moment as the Terran tanks widened the wedge they were in, giving room for A'armo'o to bring his brigade up tight to the formation and slot into the middle. Once the manuever was finished, the Lanaktallan tanks formed another layer of protection for the lightly armored and lightly shielded (for Terran vehicles) vehicles of 15th Sustainment.
A'armo'o looked through his laser designator ranger at the big vehicle behind him that his men were still 'teasing' with random shots. He frowned and dialed up the magnification.
Was that... people on top of it?
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Vuxten stared down at the grinders below him, kneeling down on the ten foot thick protective housing right above them. He stared right into a massive glowing eye that looked back.
"Howdy, sailor," he heard a female's voice over the radio. "Buy a girl a drink?"
Vuxten chuckled. "We thought you were dead," he said honestly.
"I'm stuck. I came up from under me, I got caught on the cables and conveyors, then sucked into the grinder," Glory said. She wiggled her fingers. "I'm OK, probably scuffed up real bad, but I'm definitely stuck."
The gears tried to reverse, jammed, then tried to pull the massive skull and shoulder in.
"My feet and shins are outside the grinders, but they're hung up on my hips and shoulder," Glory said.
"Gonna have some greenies check it out, see if we can help you out," Vuxten said.
--hopefully no fall whirr blarg dead-- 471 said.
"Can you move your arms?" Plunex asked.
Glory shifted slightly and the grinders howled, showering sparks everywhere. "Nope. My arms are at bad positions, I've got no leverage."
"Lemme look," Casey said. He grabbed onto the edge of the housing and swung down.
"Wait..." Plunex said.
Casey dropped down, landing agilely on Glory's face.
"Aw man, first date and you try to do me right in the face?" Glory laughed.
"Don't kinkshame me," Casey said, moving slowly and carefully. Vuxten could see his feet had the bluish purple of active graviton generators around them.
"Really? Graviton? Wow," Glory said. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to have you walk on my face with grav-stickied boots?"
"Don't kinkshame me," Casey said again, his voice slightly distant.
"Kinkshaming is my kink," Glory laughed. The grinders whined, clattered, and bucked. "Ow, it's starting to pinch."
"Enough leverage and pressure and they'll bend the warsteel," Casey knelt down, looking at the gears.
"What do you see, Sergeant?" Sergeant Addox asked.
"Drive shaft is exposed on two of them. Look about three to four meters of endosteel," he said.
"What..." Plunex started.
"Shh," Vuxten said, watching the Terran. "Listen and learn."
"Looks like she shattered one of the grinders and when it tried to bring up a new one it hung up on her shoulder armor," Casey said.
To Vuxten it just looked like a whirring nightmare of massive toothed screws. He started tracing the lines, looking at them. A small window in the upper right of his vision showed 471 was zooming in on sections.
--stress points here here here here-- 471 said, tossing the red dots. --bearing housing covers here here here here--
"Casey, my greenie's ID'd a bunch of stress points and stuff," Vuxten said.
"Pass it to me," Casey said.
"What if it sucks you inside?" Vuxten asked Glory.
"My arm's at a bad angle. It might rip it off," she answered. "Beyond that, I'll probably be inside a massive area where ore and rock are pulverized and I'd like to avoid that."
Vuxten remembered the First Telkan War. "How's your coolant?"
"Good. All my lobes are intact," she answered.
"All right. We can get her out," Casey said. He jumped up and grabbed the lip of the top of the housing and pulled himself up with the hiss of loading frame hydraulics. Vuxten noticed his eyes weren't amber any longer. "I'll mark the areas, in order. Those armor defeating missiles you Telkan's use should do the trick."
"Sergeant Canton, I need ten men," Plunex sent out. "All with rocket launchers."
"Roger that, sir," the section sergeant radioed back.
"We're going to free your right arm first. Once we do that, I want you to pull it out, brace yourself, and we're going to blow the driveshaft on the one on your left shoulder, then the one pressing against your chest," Casey said.
"With missiles?" Glory asked.
"Your warsteel hull could take a direct hit from them. They're forged up for Precursor armor," Vuxten said.
"Units on top of Precursor mega-structure mining vessel, fire green star cluster flare if friendly," came a voice across the command channel. It was staticy and full of pops and clicks.
"I read you," Vuxten said. He ordered the round in his grenade launcher to reconfigure to the right munition, aimed it straight up, and chugged out three, slightly spread apart.
"We validate three green star clusters. Mark with single red," the voice said. "No voice commo, IU say again, we are not receiving you."
Vuxten fired a single red flare into the sky. "This is first platoon, HHC, First Telkan Marine Division," he said.
"We read one single red flare. Signal with red white red star cluster flares. I say again, red, white, red star clusters, when in need of assistance," the voice continued. "One green flare if under operation."
Vuxten fired another green.
"We read green. Will designate spotter to overwatch. Pop orange smoke or two green star cluster if in need of assistance at later time," the voice said. "Dremsal out."
"Telkan out," Vuxten said.
Dremsal looked back at the massive vehicle. He could see the Telkan Marines plainly, and they were involved with something on the massive vehicle's port side, but the huge scoop wheels blocked whatever it was they were looking at.
"Can we even hurt that thing?" He asked. "Without killing them?"
His gunner shook his head. "Negative, sir. That thing's shields could match a BOLO."
Dremsal frowned.
Where the hell had it come from?
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The Heartless Ranger Chapter 18

Cover || First
Previously
O-O-O
Author's Note: This chapter deals with some heavier than usual themes (suicidal ideation and severe depression in the wake of tragedy) that some readers may wish to skim. I've tagged the heaviest section with "(this section)" after the section break. Stay safe y'all.
O-O-O
0930, 18 December 2252, Clarke Hotel, Von Braun, Luna
Matt clipped the parts of the model off the runners, shaving the nubs away before clicking each part together. The inner frame of his mech stood before him in miniature. It was mostly pre-molded, made of only about a dozen parts. Despite this, the frame’s components slid over each other in synchronized motion when he bent the limbs. The engineering was remarkable...and completely wrong. It was obvious the model was only accurate on the outside.
A hollow cavity made most of the upper chest, where the orange cockpit pod would go later. Matt squeezed two parts together, forming the heel of one foot, then slotted it into the frame. Sam would be disappointed in how inaccurate this model was. The thought brought a wry grin to his face.
“H-hey, Matt. Good m-morning.” Lian waved his hand slightly as he walked into the common room. The dark snow leopard sat on the other side of the room in a plush chair. “Sorry...about yesterday.”
Matt put down the model knife and stretched his arms. “If you want to apologize, I’m not who you should apologize to.”
Lian looked at the floor and fidgeted with his hands. “She’s s-scary though.” Matt held back a laugh as his eyes watered. Lian’s ears snapped towards him as the shorter snow leopard asked, “What?”
He raised his hand defensively “You’re right, she is scary. Besides...probably not a good idea for you to talk with her right now.”
“Is she o-okay? I didn’t hurt her, right?”
“You didn’t hurt her.” Matt sighed. “She’ll be okay.” He added internally, I hope.
“G-good.”
Matt cleared his throat and asked, “So what was it you were going to tell us yesterday?”
“W-well, I found where I might be able to get more data on the...situation with the PFS. I intercepted communications talking about their ‘quiet customers’ and I’m pretty sure that’s the PFS....”
“How’d you read the messages? Aren’t they supposed to be unbreakable encrypted?”
Lian chuckled before saying, “It’s not unbreakable...but I didn’t have to break it. The communications were unsecured.”
“What like...entirely open?”
Lian shook his head, “Well no, but their encryption was out of date. A vulnerability that got patched a few months ago was still gaping wide open.”
Matt felt his skin crawl. “Well that’s...uh...terrifying.” He gulped and asked, “Is this room safe?”
“S-should be. There’s nothing listening here.”
Sean knocked at the edge of the common room, causing Lian to jump. “Am I...interrupting something?” he asked.
Matt chuckled at the absurdity of the situation before quipping, “Oh, not much, just Lian hacking into official Gold Horizon comms.”
As Lian nearly fell off the couch in shock, Sean asked, incredulously, “He what?!”
Lian sat back in his seat and looked down to the side. “It’s not that impressive, Matt, and I d-did that yesterday.”
Sean sat down, face paler than usual. He asked, voice wavering, “So...find anything juicy?”
“Not m-much, but I know where we c-can find more.”
Matt stroked his chin and asked, “What do you think we’ll find? Think we might find why PFS had ROMEO mechs?”
“P-probably not. M-maybe.” The shorter snow leopard sighed. “We should find s-something a-at least.”
Sean looked between Matt and Lian and then asked, “Well, where do we have to go?”
“Corporate comms are handled through the data cores in the facility up north, amongst others.”
“That’s where ROMEO-4-1...well, soon to be 4-2 is, right?”
“Yeah.”
Sean grinned wryly. “Now we have a cover.” He stood and then walked back towards his room, a vaguely nervous grin across his face. “I need to get changed.”
O-O-O
0940, 18 December 2252, Residential District 12, Von Braun, Luna
Sam walked up a small street in a residential district, the past weighing heavily on her mind. This neighborhood was still familiar, but enough had changed for it to feel strange. The thin plants along the side of the street were taller, a bit different in color. It had been nearly five years.
Sam took a shuddering breath as she ran a hand down the trunk of an ash tree. This was where it happened. She couldn’t even tell, there was no trace left of any of the marks it had left on the exterior of the quaint cottage. She shook her head. She needed a break. Tearing her eyes away from her former house, she walked up the street to the park she knew was still there.
O-O-O
0945, 18 December 2252, Clarke Hotel, Von Braun, Luna
Matt pressed his palm to his forehead, shaking his head in disappointment. “No.” Sitting in the corner, Lian suppressed a laugh.
Sean crossed his arms and huffed. “What’s wrong with this?”
Matt looked up and down the man. Tight fitting black pants and a black turtleneck enclosed his body. “You look like a bad spy from a trashy movie.”
Sean grinned, “So?”
“If you look like a spy, you’re doing it wrong.”
Sean shook his head and let out an exaggerated sigh. “I suppose you’re right.” He shed the turtleneck, revealing a blue shirt beneath it. “Anyway, we will need to ditch our nannies before we get on the maglev.”
Matt nodded in agreement, “The security detail would get suspicious of us.”
Sean exhaled, while drumming his fingers on a wall. “Ideas?”
Matt said, “We need to make sure they’re not on our train, once we’re on a train without them, we’re good.”
“W-what if they think we’re getting on a different train?”
“Great thinking.” Lian beamed at the attention. “Are there any trains that would leave at the same time?”
“I’ll c-check.” Lian raised his AR goggles to his face and began gesturing at thin air. After a few moments, he spoke back up. “There’s a t-train to Armstrong at 1025, and a train to the facility at 1030.”
Sean grinned. “Sweet. You got your hacking gear ready?”
Lian sighed, shrank in on himself, and stuttered, “D-don’t call it that. It’s just my tech.” Lian disappeared into his room for a few minutes before returning with a heavy satchel slung over his shoulder.
Matt shot Sean a glare as he picked up, then put back down a detective’s cap. Matt asked incredulously, “Where do you find this shit?”
“Spoilsport.”
Matt shook his head and glided down the hallway with long flowing strides. “Let’s go.” Sean and Lian fell in behind him as he descended down the stairwell.
O-O-O
0950, 18 December 2252, Residential District 12, Von Braun, Luna
Sam looked out over the park as her paw bounced on the ground. Small birds twittered between the gaunt trees as some children played on a tiny dome of plastic bars. The trees were beginning to shed their leaves, and this dome was actually a bit colder than the others, imitating winter.
The past still haunted her. A cub’s cry to her left caused her tufted ears to jerk to the side and her head followed. A reddish-brown lynx cub had fallen off a swing set and their mother pulled them off the ground. Sam’s stomach churned as she lidded her eyes. She opened her eyes and stood up, then picked up her jacket from the back of the bench.
She turned her back on the park and walked back towards the subway station, losing herself into memory. A warm embrace in the entryway. Chaos in the living room as toys were tossed through the low gravity. Encrusted food blasted off dishes by an ultrasonic cleaner. Laughing at a vidscreen. It was funny what stuck with a person.
Sam blinked and looked around. She was back at her old house again. This wasn’t where she intended to end up. Sam felt waves of memory wash over her as she remembered walking up that stairway countless times, her family waiting for her. Sam shivered, and flipped the collar of her jacket up. “I’m so sorry.” Sam bowed her head and placed one of her hands over her chest as tears beaded down her face as she walked back to the subway station.
O-O-O
1015, 18 December 2252, Northern Maglev Terminal, Von Braun, Luna
Sean asked somewhat louder than normal, “Excited to see Armstrong, guys?”
Matt nodded, disguising how nervous he felt. “Yeah, the descent stage is still in pretty good condition from what I’ve heard. So are the first footsteps.”
Lian fidgeted with his satchel bag. “A-awesome.”
Matt looked over his shoulder, making sure their detail was following them. He looked ahead at the platform. A rubber seal pressed against a white set of train cars. They weren’t streamlined–there was no need in the hard vacuum surface of Luna. The paint was bleached where the sunlight had discolored the train cars. A group of people pressed into the train, while their group held back.
Sean walked forward, taking the lead. “Let’s board. I’ll get a window seat.” Matt boarded the train, stepping over the seal and looking down the aisle of the vehicle. Seats packed the interior of the carriage and overhead compartments constricted headroom. Sean shuffled over and sat down, Matt sitting in the middle and then Lian taking the aisle seat. Sean mumbled quietly, “Alright, they’re all on.”
Matt looked over and nodded. “Ready.” Lian just nodded.
A computerized voice called out, “Doors closing in 1 minute. Train to Armstrong departing soon.”
Sean mumbled, “Move, now.” All three of them shot up, then ran down the aisle towards the exit. Lian stumbled before Matt pushed him back to vertical.
Matt exclaimed, “Wrong train!” as he leapt out the door. A few seconds later, Sean stepped onto the platform. Moments later, the doors slid shut and the seal retracted from the maglev. Matt let out a breath and looked up and down the platform. “Looks like we’re clear.”
Sean sighed in relief. “Yep.” He chuckled. “Can’t believe that actually worked.”
“L-let’s go. B-before something happens.” Lian pointed nervously in the direction of the private terminal. “T-this could go w-wrong if we don’t keep moving.”
Matt nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.” They walked towards the Gold Horizon platform. Matt took in the terminal as they stepped through the faux wood doors. Everything was a clean white, with soft curves preventing it from looking harsh. The maglev cars were visible through curved glass. In contrast to the public terminal, the train cars were well maintained and the color was not at all faded.
“Please scan your Gold Horizon ID.” Matt’s interface glasses buzzed before he pulled them on. A projection with a conductor outfit waved them to a scanner. Matt shrugged and waved his ID beneath the scanner, before walking through the opening double layer doors.
As the rest of the group filed into the car, Sean whistled. “That’s plush.” Matt looked around the inside of the car with a slightly slack jaw. The seats were plush synthetic leather and the entire car was lit with soft strips of light, with large windows showing the terminal. Sean stretched, before sinking into the seat “Well, let's go see how your mech is doing...”
O-O-O (this section)
1035, 18 December 2252, Clarke Hotel, Von Braun, Luna
Sam sighed. She hated Luna. Every single thing here reminded her of that day. She couldn’t withhold the memories of the scorched facade anymore. Her mind jumped back the years to the day she came home to the end of her life as she knew it. The stinging smell of charred structures and fire retardant still lingered in her mind, and probably would forever.
The days after were only in her mind as a blur. Sympathy of her friends as she couch-surfed and took sick days from her job. Anger at whatever had caught the structure on fire, anger that fire drones hadn’t been faster, and especially anger at the “safety locks” that had sealed the room to prevent the fire from spreading. Her family had burnt to death because the room had trapped them.
Sam felt her distant body curl into a ball. She could barely make out her hotel room. She shook with shame as she remembered what almost happened.
Her trembling paw hovering over the airlock purge control. The sting of tears in her eyes as she looked away from the control. Raw pain as she slammed her hand into the metal panel of the airlock and fell slowly to the floor. The cool metal floor pressed against her fur as she sobbed. Sam broke down as she tried to push her past further away.
O-O-O
1105, 18 December 2252, Maglev Terminal, Gold Horizon Lunar Facility, Luna
Matt stepped into the facility and was greeted by another projection on his glasses. The projection spoke in a slightly stilted manner, “What is the purpose of your visit—Lieutenant Vasquez?”
His palms sweated as he lied, “I’m here to check up on my mech.” He took a moment to look around this area. Much like headquarters, back in L4, it was mostly white walls with gold accents, and soft lighting from above. Occasionally on the walls, there were large vidscreens displaying pictures from the history of Gold Horizon, dating back to the founding just after the turn of the millennium.
“Very well. Follow the uploaded map. Have a nice day.”
Matt took his glasses off and waved Lian and Sean over. “Alright, I’ve got the location of the hangar.” Matt waved his hand and said, “Follow me.” The hallways were eerily quiet, since most personnel were on break. He shivered. This felt too easy. The hangar took a while to reach, but the building was easy to navigate. He sucked in his breath as they passed a guard, but the masked man didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.
Matt gestured grandly to the door into the hangar. “Let’s see how my machine looks.” Sean and then Lian walked into the hangar, and both cringed as they got a look at the towering mecha. Matt heard them and asked, “What’s wro—oh.” The mech had no armor on it anymore, but the left leg was a slightly different color of metal. It was shiny, and clearly brand new. The old frame was scarred deeply. The new head was sitting on the floor, in a kevlar cradle, with armor panels around it. “You know...I’m kind glad Sam doesn’t have to fix this.”
Sean looked up at the damage to the cockpit. “I...did not realize how close you were to...fuck.”
Lian shuffled over to Matt. “I’m glad y-you’re okay. I d-didn’t know how b-bad it was.”
“Thanks guys.” Matt blew out a breath of air. “Ana took the worst of it, but I think she’s getting better.”
“T-that’s good.” Lian pulled out his goggles and began typing on thin air. He plugged his mobile terminal into wall power. After a few moments, the doors clunked shut and Lian flashed a thumbs up. “The room is s-secure. There’s a l-loop of us acting normal. We can t-talk freely.”
Sean grinned and asked the snow leopard, “So how do your hacking superpowers work?”
Lian huffed. “They’re not superpowers. I have a c-collection of exploits in Gold Horizon’s system and a powerful t-terminal.”
Matt rolled his eyes. “Okay, stop teasing him, Sean.” Matt looked away from the mech. “What do you need to do?”
“I’m going to copy a-as much useful d-data from the cores as possible. I’ve got a few dozen petabytes of storage in my bag.”
Sean looked at Lian and drew out his request, “Soooo....”
“You’ll be w-waiting for a w-while.”
“....Great.”
O-O-O
1150, 18 December 2252, Clarke Hotel, Von Braun, Luna
Sam’s thoughts were infested with the distant past. Her son’s laughter at this time of year, the embrace of her husband, the scent of artificial fir trees. She flipped through a collection of photos and remembered why she didn’t hit the button.
Her memories of the past fell between crystal clarity and shimmering half-remembered conversations. A fuzzy memory bubbled to the surface. “You’ve gotta be strong for our family, remember?” She felt a ghostly sensation of her husband rubbing her slightly rounded stomach.
Another faint memory, this time from a friend from work, “I know I can’t make it better, but time will make this more manageable.” She’d snapped at him. She hadn’t believed him, but it did seem like he was right. It hadn’t even been a week since they landed and she was almost functional again.
Her first mech assignment as a junior engineer...it seemed so long ago, but they had welcomed her in as part of their family. The conviction that assignment had given her burst through. Keeping the team together. That was what kept her going. She took in a deep breath as she successfully brought herself back to the present.
Sam stumbled out of her hotel room with a blanket over her shoulders and into the floor kitchen. She rubbed her eyes to try and make them look a bit less like she had been crying. “Hey Ana. Are you doing okay?” The snow leopard narrowed her eyes and glared.
“What do you think? What about this makes you think I am?” Sam nodded sympathetically. The snow leopard did look quite disheveled, though she probably wasn’t much better. Sam’s eyes were bleary and her fur was a mess.
Sam looked up and down Ana’s body. Her pants were wrinkled and her shirt was stained, not to mention her tangled hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I....” Ana’s eyes defocused as she shrank into herself. “It helped before. I guess I will....” Ana trembled as she brought painful things to the surface.
Sam asked gently, “What’s on your mind?”
Ana walked to one of the chairs and sank into it like she was a marionette and her strings had been cut. “My sister.” Her shoulders shook as she took a ragged breath.
Sam sat down next to the grieving snow leopard and placed a hand on her shaking shoulder, “She was your first Gunner, right?”
The Ranger sighed and tried to strengthen herself. “You’ve known that for a while.” By her slightly annoyed tone, it was obvious it wasn’t a question.
“Sorry.” Sam swallowed and felt a bit ashamed at violating her privacy. “It just took a bit of looking in the right spot. When I got assigned to you, I wanted to know what I was dealing with.”
Ana laughed softly before asking, “Is that why you put up with my bullshit?”
Sam felt her chest warm slightly with a bit of parental instinct. “Something like that. I knew you were hurt and lashing out.” Ana nodded slowly as the tip of her tail twitched. Sam added, “I didn’t tell any of the others. You deserve to tell them when you’re ready.”
Ana’s eyes began to water. “Thank you....” Her head dropped into her hands as she went silent for a while. “I haven’t...I haven’t spoken with my family in so long.”
Sam tilted her head and asked, “Why not?”
Ana shivered and scratched at her hair. She whispered, “I can’t face them anymore....” She steeled herself before whispering, “I might as well have killed Ani myself.” Her shoulders continued to shake.
Sam took a moment to compose her thoughts. She could easily make this worse if she misspoke. “How did you come to that idea?”
“She was...she was my responsibility. I did something stupid and then she...died because of the dumb stunt I pulled.”
“What happened?”
“We bailed out and...fuck....” Ana began to cry and look away from Sam. “The pod got hit. She was g-gone before I even saw what happened.”
Sam felt her chest tighten as she whispered, “That’s awful.”
“Y-yeah.” Ana brought her legs up onto the couch and said, “I talked with Matt about it...I can’t believe he’s so nice to me.” Sam draped a blanket around the snow leopard and tugged it tight. “He really shouldn’t be considering....”
Sam wrapped an arm and Ana and squeezed her shoulders. “He’s a kind man.”
The snow leopard looked away again and murmured, “I should probably apologize for...all that.” Ana coughed and then swallowed.
Sam laughed weakly. “He hated you in the beginning.”
“I...I’m glad he didn’t quit.”
“So am I. I like him.” Ana made eye contact with her for the first time in the conversation. Her pupils rapidly dilated and she asked, “Wait. Forget me, what’s wrong with you?”
Sam blinked slowly and shook her head. “It’s nothing, this isn’t about me.”
Ana’s voice hardened as she looked into Sam’s eyes again. “Oh no you don’t. I spilled, now you do too. What’s wrong?”
Sam took a shuddering breath. “Memories of the past...I used to live here.”
Ana nodded with recognition, suddenly understanding Sam’s behavior. “You lost someone close.”
Sam shook her head slightly. “Two people actually. My husband...and my son.” Sam rested on Ana’s shoulder and sighed.
“The world kind of sucks, doesn’t it?” Ana growled half-heartedly.
Sam felt a tear roll down her face as Ana awkwardly patted her back. “No,” Sam whispered, “No, it doesn’t.”
Ana’s shoulders shuddered. “It takes people from us before their time. That fucking sucks.” Her gasping breath was hot on the back of Sam’s head.
Sam sighed. “It does, but we’ve got something pretty good here, don’t we?”
“Yeah...I guess we kinda do.”
Sam picked herself up off Ana and smiled. “You all keep me going.”
O-O-O
1155, 18 December 2252, Repair Bay, Gold Horizon Lunar Facility, Luna
“Damnit!” Lian’s frustrated shout echoed off the metal walls of the repair bay.
“What’s wrong?” Matt knelt down next to the snow leopard.
Lian sighed as he flipped up his AR visor. “We’re going to need a shorter hard line to the data core.”
Matt looked quizzically at Lian. “Meaning...?”
Lian packed his devices into his satchel and then explained slowly, like he was talking to a child, “We’re going to need to be in the same room as the servers. That way I can connect to the server d-directly.”
Sean’s eyes went big as he asked excitedly, “Are there laser security grids? Guardbots? Vats of acid?!”
“W-what?” Lian stood up. “Of course there aren’t. That’s s-stupid.”
“Aw.”
“The a-actual systems are motion sensors, and a few locked doors, with computer locks. There’s also logging systems in place to register who accesses the room.”
Sean stretched and said, “That sounds...less exciting, but kinda difficult.”
“It shouldn’t be too b-bad. Just need to make sure the s-systems can’t log us.”
Sean’s grin widened. “Are you going to upload a virus?”
Lian sighed before murmuring, “Yes. It’ll s-scrub us out of the footage and sensor logs. We should be invisible to any of the security sensors until the next system p-purge.”
“Fuck yeah. That sounds awesome.”
“The system purge is in...two hours.” He laced his fingers in front of him and stretched. “It’s down a few levels into the b-bedrock. The elevator is this way.” Lian stood up and walked towards the large mech sized doors.
Matt cleared his throat and asked, “Uhhh...Lian?” The snow leopard stopped as his tail went straight as an arrow.
Lian looked down and twitched his ears. He muttered quietly, “The map was upside d-down.” He walked past the skeletal mech and through a door at the back of the hangar. “Turn off your terminal’s n-network connections, don’t touch anything you d-don’t have to, and avoid the guards. They can still see us...obviously. We can’t get c-caught.” As they exited the hangar, Sean began humming a jazzy spy tune. Matt cleared his throat and held a finger to his lips.
Sean exhaled and muttered, “Fine,” before resuming the melody, but quieter. Sean’s head swung from side to side as they walked down the pleasantly lit hallway.
Matt’s heart began to race as Lian stopped at a corner. He turned around and shooed them back, with frantic motions. “Go,” he whispered, “Fast!” As Matt ran away from the corner, Lian caught up and whispered, “We’re clear.”
Matt shakily asked, “What was that?” Matt looked at Sean, whose face was even paler than usual.
“We almost walked out in front of a guard.” Matt felt his stomach drop through the floor. They would not be treated kindly if they were caught.
“Is there anything you can do to make sure we don’t do that again?”
“I should be able to put their locations on a map...one m-moment.” Matt’s heartbeat thumped, drowning out the noise of the circulation fans. Lian pumped his fist and muttered, “Okay. Let’s go.”
Lian led them through a circuitous route before finally reaching a service elevator. Lian bumped the call button and said, “The elevator motion will get logged, but that’s fine.”
Matt stepped across the thin gap and leaned against the back wall of the elevator. As the doors closed, they let out a collective sigh of relief. Lian bumped his terminal against the elevator and made a few motions in front of his face. The elevator hummed to life as it dropped through layers of bedrock..
As the elevator descended below the surface, the dull hum of machinery grew louder. “A-alright, so I should be able to get the relevant data and then b-bring us back up.” He checked something on his visor and then said, “No one is down at this l-level. Once we’re done, we’ll need to g-go back to the hangar, then I’ll disable the...virus.”
Matt chuckled nervously, “No remarks Sean?”
Sean slid down to the floor of the elevator and rested his head in his hands. “Heheh...I’m beginning to think it’s not as easy as the movies make it seem.”
Matt crouched and asked, “You okay?”
Sean exhaled shakily. “The insanity of what we’re doing just kinda hit me all at once.”
Matt paused for a moment before remarking, “Could be worse. You could be some crazy son of a bitch piloting a mech in hard vacuum while shooting at people....”
Sean rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Well when you put it that way, this is no big deal.” Matt offered his hand to Sean and pulled him up. Sean stood up and clapped Matt on the back. He whispered into Matt’s ear, “Thanks man.”
The elevator chimed as the doors slid open. This floor was much less impressive looking than the publicly accessible ones. Tubes of coolant ran along the bare walls, the floor was mesh grating, and it was lit with cheap, harsh LEDs. The whole place was just ugly and unpleasant.
Lian pointed down a nondescript hallway, “It’s t-this way. I’ll need a few minutes to crack the door.”
“We’ll keep watch for you.”
They rounded a corner and Lian pointed to a heavily armored blast door. “Y-yeah that’s the one.” Lian pressed his terminal to the card reader as Matt took the position looking the way they came. The snow leopard muttered as he flicked his hands. “Need to trick it to accept a dummy car—” With a scrape of metal, the multi layered door began to slide open. The programmer incredulously asked, “The shit?” Lian laughed as he leaned against the wall.
“What? How did you crack it so fast?”
Lian gasped for breath and said, “I started looking for a card code that had permission to get in here...and the fucking-hah-default worked!”
Sean leaned over and asked, “What, like...0000?”
“Not exactly, but...yeah, more or less?”
Sean grinned nervously, “Alright, let’s commit some light corporate espionage.” The only answer was the thrum of machinery, as Lian and Matt entered the server room. “Sorry, not really the right time, is it?”
Matt said “Hurry up,” over his shoulder as he surveyed the cavernous room. Dozens of rows of jet black server racks formed aisles down the long room. The walls and ceiling were made of melted and recooled Lunar rock and the floor was a continuation of the wire mesh of outside. The blast door slid shut, isolating them from the outside. The clack of relays was now audible over the muffled hum of machinery from outside. A faint scent of ozone pervaded the air.
Lian almost skipped to the base of a tower. “Hehehe...cool.” He began plugging cables into the server before sliding down his visor and gesturing at the air. When Matt focused on the space between the towers he could see shimmering hot air rise into a cooling duct. Blinking status lights twinkled as Matt leaned against a cool rock wall. Lian’s muttering was barely understandable. “Trick it...need an admin...no. Perfect...almost...damnit.” He bounced his paw as he struggled to break into the system. “Just need a...ugh.”
O-O-O
1250, 18 December 2252, Sam’s Room, Clarke Hotel, Von Braun, Luna
Sam pulled a brush through Ana’s unruly hair as the snow leopard growled slightly. “You asked for this.”
“Sorry.” Ana’s tail twitched. “You won’t tell the others, right?”
As Sam untangled another few strands of hair, she said, “Of course not, it’s none of their business.”
“And neither is the....”
The lynx nodded. “What you said to me is only to me. I won’t tell another soul.”
Sam felt Ana shake a bit. “Thank you.”
“Anything that is that personal is just that. Personal.” Ana’s chest rumbled like she was growling, but it was somehow softer. It wasn’t quite a purr, Sam knew that was impossible, but it was close.
Ana sighed contentedly. “Ani and I used to brush each other’s hair before she cut hers short.”
“Want to watch something?”
“Sure. I think there might be some college Zeeball on.”
O-O-O
As the game finished with the cheering of the crowd, Sam quietly said, “You should consider reaching out to your family again. You should do it while you still can.”
Ana sighed before shaking her head. “I don’t think I can face them yet.” She shuddered slightly. “I will eventually.”
“Alright.” Sam stretched from the couch and asked, “Have you seen Sean, Lian or Matt today?”
Ana arched her back as she stood up. “No. I think they went out.”
“I wonder when they’re coming back?”
Ana shrugged. “Could send them a message.”
Sam pulled out her terminal and typed a quick message to Matt.
Recipient not on network.Message queued.
She frowned and sent the same message to Sean.
Recipient not on network.Message queued.
Her stomach sank as she sent a short message to Lian.
Recipient not on network.Message queued.
Sam’s teeth gritted as her mind filled with worst case scenarios. “None of them are on the network right now.”
“That’s not good.”
Sam’s mood soured as she said, “I’ll try them again.”
O-O-O
1345, 18 December 2252, Data Core, Gold Horizon Lunar Facility, Luna
Matt looked nervously at the time displayed on his glasses. “Lian...we’re getting close to that purge thing.”
“I know!” Lian unplugged a drive and linked a new one to the cable. “I’ve got a lot of stuff, but not as much as I want.”
Matt asked, “Is anything readable yet?”
“Let me run a s-search for—” He went silent as his eyes darted around. After a few moments he exclaimed, “Oh SHIT!”
Matt felt strength drain out of his body. “What is it? Are they on to us?” His heart began to race again. “Are we in trouble?”
His voice wavered. “No, not immediately, but this is big. We d-don’t have time to talk about this right now.”
Sean got up and said, “We need to go now.”
Lian rose to his feet slowly and shakily. “Wiping my traces.” With shivering hands, he pulled the cables out of the server. “They won’t know we were here.”
Sean looked at the door and asked, “Are you done?”
Lian nodded quickly. “Yeah.”
“Let’s fuckin move.” The blast door slid open as Sean ran towards the service elevator. Matt made sure Lian followed before taking up the rear. His lungs burned as he sprinted to the elevator. The doors slid open just as Lian and Matt arrived.
As the doors closed behind them, Lian panted heavily before informing them, “I’ve scheduled a full c-clean of the room in two days. That should wipe a-any physical t-traces.”
“How long do we have to get back?”
“Err...four minutes once the elevator r-reaches the ground floor.” Sean breathed deeply and quickly. “Follow me.” Lian moved to the front and got ready for the doors to open. The elevator dinged as Lian launched himself through the opening doors. He whipped his tail to the side as he turned the first corner, Matt sticking close behind him. A few more turns and long hallways lead them back to the hangar.
Lian sat on a bench and chuckled. “Hehe...a minute to spare.” He motioned towards Matt and Sean and added, “Once the system purges, it’ll see and hear us again, so act normal.” Lian counted down on his fingers before standing up.
“Say M-Matt, that idea for the n-new color scheme is pretty great, I wonder what she’ll think of it.”
“Yeah...I wonder.”
Sean asked, “Time to go back to Von Braun?”
Matt nodded. “Yes.”
Nervously, they went back to the terminal, walking quickly. Without paying any attention to the fake conductor, they got back on the train. Matt sank into a plush seat as he felt his stomach churn. His innards felt like they were twisted into a knot that was getting worse every second. He barely noticed the maglev beginning to accelerate.
They were alone on this maglev too. Matt pulled out his terminal and switched its network capabilities on. He could get some reading done. As soon as it connected to the train’s internal network it buzzed repeatedly. Half a dozen messages from Sam, more and more frantic as time passed. He wrote a quick message to her:
We’re fine. We were up at the Gold Horizon facility, but we’re headed back now. Have Ana ready to meet us when we get back, you’ll all want to hear this.
A few moments later, she responded:
Alright. See you soon. Stay safe.
O-O-O
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"Hi! I'm the assistant, and Bodyguard, I guess...to Moses! I'll need to remember your face, just in case..."

Name: Assistant, Ezra.
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Species: Augmented Human.
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Age: 28.
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Height: 187cm (~6'2" in feet)
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Class: Grade-3 fightePsychoment - Augmented Armour.
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Role(s) Tank/Damage
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Appearance: Of bulky figure, and large stature. Her round eyes an Orange-ish colour, on pale skin. With long, bushy Platinum blonde hair tied into an equally as bushy ponytail at the back of her head. The band keeping her hair in shape has a start sticker on it, as does the end of her Reinforced jacket have a few stickers spread along the bottom. The jacket, being a navy blue, with an orange streak down the middle, and a collar-section that conceals her neck. An orange strap around this collar piece, the jacket itself is bulky and baggy, much like Ezra herself. The jacket has no hood, however it does have sections along the front of it that can be used to hold items. Fitted with thick navy blue gloves, that are white on the inside of the hand, she wears a dark pair of leggings with the outfit and boots of the same colours as the outfit itself. And finally, she Carrie's around a large duffel bag at her side that holds all her equipment, covered in various stickers, she calls it the "Dimensional Bag."
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Background: I didn't start strong, I was actually quite weak when I first started out...but I now work with the Doctor, and Detective, Moses! as an assistant. But...that was only after a few, unfortunate setting happened... War broke out. Not between nations, not between communities, but between the very aspect of what made us human, and ourselves. Doctor Moses won't talk about it...but I'll say some of what happened. It was like the world was cracking...people succumbing to some force only She could see. It...it was...an agony... She couldn't save people, I couldn't save anybody, it... It was torture. We fought friends and foe... Worst of all, the person who started this was neither of us, but a friend... Or, who was a friend. I...I still remember...everyone's faces as they morphed, and...and got mutilated... I made stickers, of them...I was going to put them on little gifts for those people... Those stickers are a reminder now... So I keep them on everything, so I can remember. I don't want her to hurt, so...I'll act, I'll act happy, I'll act sad. I'll act however I need... In order to hold the pain for her.
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[Passive]

Repeated Augmentation - Strength: I have to be strong for my grade, so~ I have been through multiple Augmentation procedures! Raw strength suits me best. (Racial)
Internal Augmentation: Disease doesn't work on any city folk, not even me!(Racial)
Titans Grip: I can wield those things easily! Then again...I guess I am stronger than most of you, huh? (Racial)
Expert Weapon Handler: Wonderful! Beautiful! Oh, I've always wanted this kind of weapon...but I wonder how it works? (0)
Brawler: Even without my weapons, I can still pulverize you! (1)
Fighter Sense: I can beat him...oh, but that guy? Can't beat him! (0)
Craftsmanship: I love all these weapons! Expensive, and powerful...the design is top notch! (1)
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[Active]

Hectopascal Kick: Wow...I swung down that staircase at full force, I could feel his body give way and crunch beneath the kick! (2)
"They won't hurt you!" I wasn't going to let us die yet - they needed me...I'd be the one to take the blast in their place! (1)
"All-Out assault mode, Mark-3!": My bag emitted an orange glow as I shouted, it was time to get serious...we were in a battle we could not win, but the doctor must survive! (1)
Exoskeleton - "Powered Shield": I had to defend the doctor, she had a plan...though I didn't know what it was, she needed time! (1)
Exoskeleton - "YuRia-Style Rotary Drill": I was now comparable to the monster in size, but I still needed to fend it off! I yelled out at the top of my lungs, as the three drills sparked... (1)
Exoskeleton - "YuRia-Style Axe": The Exoskeletons were equipped with this stupidly huge axe...yet they weren't expected to see use? It is refined enough to cut straight through! (1)
Psychoment - "Augmented Armour": This was the first time I ever used it, hew...That pendant sure did do its job to unlock it. But...can I do it again?
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[Flaw(s)]

Sound-activation I guess the Exoskeletons are most useful in combat if you can just yell out what you need from it... ( - 2)
Mechanical Set: The Exoskeletons were frozen, I could move them still, but it wouldn't help me with its tools any longer... ( - 1)
Allergy: I don't really like flowers, I'm allergic to them... ( - 0)
Habits: I like the little stickers, I think they are cute. They help me think of more...happy things. ( - 0)
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[Learnt Passive(s)]

Nanotech AEGIS TYPE 1: An armor integrated into your body. These nanomachines will harden in response to physical trauma, in other words, when you take a hit, your skin will immediately change to a dark grey matter around the area of impact, protecting you from the hit. Removes the need for an external armor entirely, but it is vulnerable to energetical damage and magic damage that isn’t physical. It could also be pierced by a fast and powerful attack, but otherwise is a very powerful armor that will protect you near completely from Physical harm.(2)
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[Learnt Active(s)]

N/A
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(8/14 Slots Total.)
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[Starting Gear]

Reinforced Outfit/Dimensional Bag: Her reinforced outfit, capable of defending especially well against blunt attacks, and weaker blades. Maybe even soak in a bullet or two. Paired with her Duffel bag, she calls it a "Dimensional Bag"...
Namir Workshop Gauntlets: Large and strong, with some kind of sphere in the middle of the gauntlet to make it even more deadly!
Stigma Brand Sword: Stigma, the special design of their craftsmanship is the heated wire of the blade, carving beautiful markings into the flesh with its searing blade.
Koori brand Gloves: *
Nester brand Hammer: A small one-handed hammer, suitable for confined spaces such as an alleyway. It crunches bones good with the Allas gloves!
Allas brand Gloves: Made by Allas, these things are powerful for a strong person to wield, or even just a heavy weapon to be used with. Increasing the movement of the hands up to five times velocity on activation for powerful impact. Wonderful!

[Earned/Bought items and gear.]

Brace of Strength: A brace worn along the waist, or wrist, enhancing the raw strength of the user upon activation to devastating effect.
Armband - Enchanted: An Armband Ezra has had for awhile, now given three powerful enchantments.
Guladao The Behemoth Sword: The Behemoth blade...said to have been crafted from the very hide of the Behemoth itself, its size of 15ft a testament to the Behemoth's raw might.
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Stellar Onslaught: Part of the Perfect Machine Set A floating cannon, signifying the true power of The J's. Has three firing modes.
  1. Small shot. A small, burning shot that doesn't do much damage.
  2. Beam. Shoots a large beam of orange, hot energy. Burns through targets and pierces. Will overheat if held up for 3 rounds, and you're unable to attack with it till it cools down.
  3. Large Shot. A stronger, and bigger orange shot, that can do a lot of damage and pierce through enemies.
Heavy Duty Chunky Armor The Perfect Machine Set
Staff of the Juggernaut The Perfect Machine Set A Bo-Staff made out of Nano-bots that is able to switch into two modes. Hammer, and Battle Axe.
Tactician's Helm The Perfect Machine Set An egghead, golden visor helmet, that provides the user with an AI, who can hack and can act as a very advanced scanner.
The Perfect Machine Set Bonuses: - Gain the Shield Speed Strength and Hacking modes,
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Bell of the Beast: An accursed bell, capable of being used as brass knuckles, but be wary...for it can do, so much more...
Energy Chainsword x3: Three different Energy chainswords, of various blade designs and weights.
Syringe holding "Dupli-Arms": A Quirk that is enhanced off of the users own strength.
Rocket Launcher: A Half-Life Rocket Launcher
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Lounge FAQs V3

The only thing different is the format... also a lot more.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the links and ideas, even if some came from me. Me just compiler no @.
Blackkat FAQ. Seems too aged to work now.
DMesse FAQ. Still seems useful... maybe.

Newbie Guide

GFL Corner Matsuda GFC Gamepress GFWiki
G-Doc #1 G-Doc #2 G-Doc #3 "Official" Vid Prio Guide
1st Ech
I've heard things about Newbie Career Quests. What is it and how do I get it?
Things that newbie commanders can use to boost their early game.
Available in Quests button>Career Quests tab.
I think I drove myself into a wall not doing things efficiently. Do I have to restart my account to progress better?
Nah. You'll be just fine continuing. Just do things better from now on.
How do I level my girls? And I heard about corpse dragging, What is it?
First is grinding them on leveling maps. Corpse dragging is a resource efficient way to grind XP. The where and how. Dragging 0-2.
Second is using Combat Reports. You can get them in the Forward Basecamp or through the Data Room. You can give them by going to the Dorm>Warehouse>Gift tab or going to your owned doll profile and tapping the + button by the EXP bar. Note that they are not affected by dummy link EXP multiplier. They give 3000 fixed EXP per report.
Last one is the EXP mode combat sim. Total EXP per run is divided equally between all dolls present.
Is GFL being phased out/abandoned?

NO.

Not anytime soon, at the very least.
When do I do night campaigns?
Best metric would be when career quests send you there. Unlock them by completing the next chapter's emergency map (i.e. 11-4e unlocks 10-1n). Remember to equip PEQs to negate the accuracy penalty and bring HGs for map vision.
Is it worth to reroll in this game?
Depends on what you value more. If you want a pretty easy time until endgame, no need. Game gives you free strong dolls. Endgame? Mostly not, since this is a game of accumulation instead of meta characters.
What teams should I build?
ARSMG first, then whichever second ARSMG or RFHG you need more, then the other one you haven't made yet, then MGSG if you want.

Technical Help

Resupply/Costumes/Furnitures

Field Map

My team says Ammo/Ration depleted.
Move them to helipad. Double-tap them. Resupply is yellow button.
I just had a skirmish and saw that my team isn't in proper formation. Can I fix it without quitting the map?
me not caring enough to paraphrase it
How do I get the gold medals in maps?
*Retreating Support Echelons does not prevent you from gold medals, nor does support kills (shown in green +#) count towards.
Do I keep the drops if I terminate/restart?
"Recently acquired" option in the armory says yes.
Why do I get the lack of ammo/ration warning and sometimes not?
You'll get the warning when you lack either of them and when you can see the enemy.

Combat/Battle/Skirmish

Story

I missed a major event, will it come back?
6mos. after their release they get added to the Campaign tab. For collabs... hope for the best.
What's the sequence of the stories?
Just the overview.
How to read the story again? It's not available in the story playback in Index.
Settings>Game>Story Playback then play the stage again. Or just Youtube it.
Where can I read the MOD, costume, event stories etc?
Every story and details should be included here.
Cafe stories.
MOD stories.
I want to read the GFL lore. Is there any summary out there?
Video format.

Commander Wardrobe

How do I change my commander's gender so I can change their dirty clothes?
Change gender in the commander's wardrobe, which can be visited by tapping the arrow below then tapping WARDROBE, or tapping your commander name then tapping on the avatar.
What does Infinite Surprise Dyes do?
Changes the appearance of your commander's clothes, IF they can be changed, that is.
What commander costume sets do the older servers have right now?
So far, nothing that the EN version doesn't have.
I saw that commander costumes have skills. How do I level it up?
Get another costume set with the same skill.

Expedition/Forward Basecamp

What should I buy from the black market?
Consumables first.
Which dolls should I use for expedition?
Maybe not Everything related to Forward Basecamp included. GFC Guide. ATM says CLv. 20 required.
Can I deploy two or three of the same pets in expedition?
Actually, that is the method used by min-maxers regarding advantaged pets.
Can the basecamp not give expedition loots?
Only if you didn't do one. If you did and no visible loot, restart app.
Which pet corresponds to which exploration material?
Cat - Bricks/City; Dog - Buttstock/Snowfield; Bird - Acorn/Forest; Misc - Fluid/Wasteland
Then use the corresponding food that gives higher chance to visit a locale for a near 100% visit.
If advantaged dolls change mid-expedition, which one determined your rewards, the advantaged on the start of exploration or at the end?
The start of the expedition.

Heavy Ordnance Corps

How to HOC?
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
How high should my Reload stat be to have an effect in attack speed?
CC guide.
Which HOC chips should I use?
Your local reddit guide. Another guide. Gampress guide.The Android version.
Found another one.
Which HOCs should I iterate first?
AGS>2B/M2>AT4>BGM. No quoting.
When do I get to unlock the whole HOC grid/matrix/board?
At full promotion. The yellow ★★★★★ one.
Which HOC can destroy buildings?
All of them. Building attack damage uses the Pierce stat.
How can I get Data Patches?
Either from the Code Refactoring menu in the Garage or getting a 5★'d HOC's Core Data.
What are Data Patches used for?
For Iterating FSTs beyond yellow 5★. They have to be level 100 and at 5★ for Iteration to be available.

Factory Production

Is there a voodoo recipe for *insert pennies here*?
Freedom of information, just add net connection.
When should I do T-Doll Heavy Production?
Preferrably during rate-ups. Low priority otherwise.

Resource Management

Theater

Theater tips?
Theater tips. Theater tips. Theater tips. Theater tips.
Do I have to save HOC charges and Fairy points for the boss?
Nope. Joins boss battle regardless of charges. Replenishes on next raid. Go ham.
What does "Settle Reward" do? It sounds ominous.
More like "Settlement Reward". Just shows you things you'll get once Theater ends.
How much CE do I need for a good score?
Just put your best stacks in your unused slots, especially in boss nodes.
I can't beat the current stage. Is this it for me?
Nope. Just fall back to the last boss node you can handle. These nodes can mitigate the "beaten stage" penalty so it's worth more than non-boss higher node.
I wasn't able to place high enough to 5★ the reward HOC. Is there another way to get their central data?
Wait for the next theater and they'll join the HOC gacha.
I'm thinking of using Landmine Fairy. Will they work?
Well yes... as a stat stick. Can't use a Strategy Fairy skill in theater mostly because you can't tap a node to activate it in the first place. Stick to Combat Fairies if you want to use skills.

Tactical Dolls

Neural Upgrade/MOD

How do Neural Upgrades work?
Gamepress. ATM. GFLCorner.
What's the Fire Control Core for?
Necessary for modding 5★ dolls.
What's the time frame for modding dolls?
From their release 'til forever.
Which dolls have a Mod in the older servers?
Unupdated as of now.
If I Mod my T-doll, is Level 100 still considered max level?
Thankfully, this is where common sense wins. In short, NO.
Where can I Mod my dolls?
Research>Neural Upgrade tab at the left.
Who should I MOD first?
Gamepress version.
Can I use duplicates to raise my doll's MOD level?
Yes, unless you're modding 2★ dolls. First, go to factory then dismantle all dupes. When you get enough cores, you can use them to raise MOD levels.

Events

Why didn't I complete "Consume 100 batteries" for the bingo mission when I EXP trained my HOCs?
Because you can get them back, that's what. It only counts when the training is finished, meaning there's no way to take it back.
Do auto-battles count for "Defeat Enemies"?
No.
What do I do with unused Keycards during the bingo event?
Keep them. You'll get 5 Calibration Tickets per 1 Unused Keycard. Points go to trash. Source: Game info tab.
Will the current event currency carry over to the next event?
No. Event currencies are for the current ones only.
When will my event medals expire?
One week after the end of said event.
Will the *insert ranking reward here* be available in the future?
Only if they rerun ranking maps.
Where can I see rankings?
Tap the bottom-right arrow at the main screen.
I wasn't able to clear the event. Will I still get the clear rewards when they get added to Campaign?
Nope. Gutted rewards compared to original. Free shit is free shit, and doll rewards gets cycled to Limited Dolls.
What's the optimal way of clearing Bingo Key Card Events?
Using the Targeted Draws to fully clear the board in one go.

Fairies

What are fairies?
ATM Guide.
How do fairies work?
GFC.
Does the Fervor talent give a 10% boost at the beginning of the battle?
0s, 8s, 16s. So yes.
Can fairies be recovered from Index?
No, unfortunately.

Third Party

I've heard of GFAlarm. Is it safe to use?
It's not modifying anything that can affect their income nor does it modify gameplay elements that would necessitate a ban. Should be fine.
Is it fine to use GFCalc?
Recommended more like.
Are keybinds bannable?
"Officially" recommended not to use keybinds. If you're willing to take the risk, go for it. Macros ARE a bannable offense, full stop.
Which emulators are good for GFL?
Mumu is the most recommended. There's also Nox, Memu, LDPlayer... Bluestacks seems to get shat though.
Any substitute for brainlets damage sim?
Github version and non-English version for starters. ATM has one too. Hycdes.

Auto-battles

Auto-battles?
Saves your sanity from painful-AF-to-grind-for-drops maps for starters.
Which map is best for auto-battles?
List of auto-battle statistics. Commentary.
What does total exp in the auto-battle completion mean?
...Not sure.
I can't do auto-battle even though I met the required CE. What happened?
Is it a night map? If it is, refer to night CE. If it still doesn't let you, increase CE, some required CE are listed wrong.
Can I get SPEQs/Limited dolls from auto-battles?
Yes, you can.

Support Echelons

Do support echelons use equipments?
Equipments, formation, and apparently costumes too are saved instances. Doll levels, equipment levels, skill levels, and chibi aren't.
I can't deploy a friend echelon. What do I do?
"Unable to deploy Support Echelon before the mission starts!". Maybe it's possible to set support echelon after starting the mission". If it's still a no, restart or check how many are allowed.

Dormitories

How do friend batteries work?
From QnA.
Why aren't my dorm batteries appearing?
Either it's because it's not their time yet or that you should check your surplus batteries.
Which dolls appear in which dorms?
Echelon position corresponds to dorm positione i.e. Echelon 1 in Dorm 1, Echelon 2 in Dorm 2, etc.
What are all the available pets right now?
If the pet you're looking for isn't here, it might be a Cafe Costume Story reward.

Others

I didn't get *insert reward here*. I checked my inventory but they're not there. How do I get them?
Have you checked the quests? What about the mail? If you did and they're still not there, either restart or wait for a few days.
How do I get a higher success rate for logistics?
Levels.
Would the equipment I'm enhancing get bonus points if I used an enhanced fodder?
Apparently no.
Which SF units are considered dolls/machines/armored/unarmored?
Note that Jupiter Cannons count as unarmored machine type.
Will there be problems with switching between two devices regularly?
Only if you think that manually logging in is a problem.
What's the Double Jupiter formation?
M4 MOD II + self-buff RF (usually IWS) + 3 HG (usually ROF buffers).
I can't access the new map even though I already cleared the prerequisite map.
Beat it again.
When will dorm battery, daily gift, friend battery reset?
Clock for your every need. And ranking updates one hour after Kalina's Daily Gift.
How can I play GFL if Apple Store doesn't have it?
Use Android, use emulator, use VPN, use jailbreak.
How does the rescue station work?
I claim no ownership.
What're the rewards for the Defense Drill?
Also includes the things you'll fight.
When is the anniversary?
May.
What does the Download Data button in the settings do?
Basically fairy and equipment texture, and dorm-related stuff.
How do I bind my account?
Settings>Manage Account>Bind to your preferred account.
How do I kite using an emulator?
Keybinds are favored.
Is it fine to use green equips?
Advised to use if lack gold ones. Do calibration only on gold ones for efficiency. Otherwise, fine to level them up.
How do I fill up the Enemy Index?
Just fight them. Win or lose, we get them.
Where can I get doll/fairy costume art?
Updated to CN servers.
How do I remove HOCs from Target Practice?
Tap on them again.
What does "Event" mean on the left side of the mission select screen?
Combat Missions: If there is a new night map, SPEQ rate up for X-4n.
Combat/Campaign: 1.5x EXP
Logistics: Great Success Rate Up
Combat sim: All simulations unlocked.
Which should I prioritizein the Data Room, Combat Reports or Special Combat Reports?
SCRs primarily because you can just EXP sim, corpse drag, and auto-battle the dolls, and also because basecamp sells far more CR than SCR. Note that you'd need 5000 SCRs to fully level a fresh HOC.
How do I maximize the efficiency of my RFHG echelon's ROF?
...I'll just leave it here.
What do advantaged dolls in combat map mean?
20% FP boost for AR, RF, MG. 20% EVA boost for SMG, HG, SG.

Limited-only Dolls

★★★★★
DSR-50 Five-Seven TAC-50 OTs-14 CZ-75
AK-74u AUG Ballista R93 JS 9
Lewis HS2000 M82A1 Desert Eagle
★★★★
KLIN UMP40 Honey Badger Cx4 Storm PP-19
KSVK M1895 CB
★★★
Arctic Warfare
Type81R RPD Super SASS MT-9 Ots-44
Type59
Operation Cube
Z-62 6P62 62 Shiki ASh-12.7 ARX-160
Deep Dive
AR70 SSG 69 F1 EVO 3 HK45
For more info...

Nice Things To Have

Vertical Messages on Dorms and Chat.
CE Fromula.
Chibi Rips and Character Arts. And the how to's.
GFL Loading Screen Splash Arts.
Pre-mission flavor text.
tehcavy rips of Division CGs and art.

Unobtainable

Anything collab.
Some Kalina costumes.
Some doll costumes.
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