OOC: (IIRC) Don't the Kroot also learn via eating and digesting DNA? Maybe that's just adding physical characteristics, but like Fox said, what's to stop a Kroot from learning how to pilot a Battlesuit? Speaking of which, what kind of Battlesuit do you have in mind? Because I doubt a Crisis would fit inside a Tigershark, but the others might.
...You have three hands? BURN THE MUTANT! Or are you a genestealer? D: I would never kidnap Fulgrim! Or Beryl. He's like, at least twice my size, and Beryl is my SQUISHY LITTLE BABY WOOBIE FOREVER. I may randomly hug his leg, and squish Beryl in hugs, BUT THAT IS OKAY. Also Konrad Curze and Nefer are together in LH. I would never steal Konrad's little waifu.
OOC: ....Yeah..... Never steal anything from Primarch!Batman. Or borrow anything. Or insult in any way, shape or form. That just ends really really badly.
Exactly. Also he is one of my heroes in LH, so, yeah. I'd be more likely to ask him for his autograph. :3 And pictures. While squeeing. My host finds this very disturbing.
I have four hands. two of them are massive and green, and the other two are soft and girly (other then gun callouses.). They are just on two different bodies, that's all. But seriously. Now we need a pet genestealer. All that we would need to do would be to defang, declawclaw, and deimplanter appendage it. then we'd have a pet genestealer. Still not convinced you wouldn't (or couldn't in the case of Fulgrim... or Curze) kidnap them. You probably wouldn't KEEP them very long, but I could still see you kidnapping them. All four of them. Despite Curze being Primarch batman.
OOC: I think I agree with Gideon, but that is the point. No matter how weird you are, this is a family. Thread Mama might be a little squee crazy-But we are all still family, and... really, squeeing at the sight at one of those guys isn't that crazy. I mean, hell, after Morias took me shooting inside the Vindicare Range, I (in-story) tried to propose to my Rifle, only for Morias to kick me off and say that the Rifle was already spoken for. So really, squeeing is not so bad. And the fact that it's adorable helps a little.
I'd be more likely to ask them to sign my plushie collection. Of them. >:3 Ah, soft and cuddly goodness!
Ok, fair enough. Its not going to stop the images of EvilOverlord!Dji standing over a drugged out, but waking quartet of super beings, demanding autographs and pictures. probably following a musical number set to this tune. I was once your greatest fangirl on SB! And when chaos brought me here they made a mistake! Soon i'll make all of them pay, But for now you are under my sway! Curze and Nefer, Beryl and Fulgrim, AWAAAAAAKE! In the dark of the night, evil has found them. In the dark of the night, just before dawn! This will be sweet Once my collection's complete! In the dark of the night! They will SIGN! Ok, admittedly, I'm a bit sleep deprived. And i can't see you breaking the evil overlord list so badly. And maybe i just wanted an excuse to Lovehammer SI-ify a Don Bluth villain song. And I'm finding this much more hilarious then i should, considering how badly i failed at lyric writing right there. But yeah.
Its not gloating, its preforming your awesome villain song, and while your standing over them you arn't gloating, your demanding autographs and pictures. As for Don Bluth, He's a guy who used to work for Disney, but then went independent. Here is the Wikipedia Page, and TVtropes if you are so inclined. Kinda tragic actually. He made a fair few really wonderful movies.
Part of the reasons I picked Tau was 1) More readily available access to AI, and have no issues on upgrading it. In the case that my SIs die(Tau live for only roughly 40 human years) before we can resolve this stuff, I'm going Total Annihilation CORE and upload all 4 into a memory core and remote control from there. 2) Tau are classed by various fan circles as the most oriental/goodie good setup(varying from weaboo to optimistic), and as a personal check, I'm very much on that side of the spectrum with a rather unhealthy obsession with Giant Robots and Masked Heroes(I am so going to be using DYNAMIC ENTRY if I do get into battle). @ironfox > Kroot in recent updates have shifted to be less technologically advanced after a messy instance of eating something Chaos-tainted. The only reason they have any tech know-how is because they ate some Ork Mekboys, whose DNA are ingrained with said know-how. That said, Kroot mainly take up physical characteristics, not actual skills. 4 Tau from different Castes gives the proper flexibility to adapt to any situation in this sense, not to mention my Earth and Water caste are going to be grumbling that they're even on the battlefield when their caste roles are strictly off the battlefield, but anything goes when surviving. Additionally, I as a person am that multi-talented(Waaaay too much time reading up everything on top of nearly being a jack-of-all-trades in a sense) to warrant a 4 way split for my meta-knowledge. The split works in conjunction with the skill sets of the imprinted while also limiting the amount of meta-knowledge any single one can hold. I'm attributing this split to their minimal warp presence, as everyone but Djibriel imprinted on something with a decent sized response in the warp thus far. Now I just need to avoid being incarcerated by an Ethereal when I awaken... @Xeno Major > I've double-checked around the internet and all battle suits are airtight, so the "surf on top" idea works. Besides, who would believe a bomber is harmless if its primary payload is 3 battlesuits(2 underslung via hardpoints for the drone cannons, 1 in the central drone bay) while still retaining its twin Ion Cannons and Wing Missile Pods(Armaments are still up in the air at the moment, as variants have shown to have Burst Cannons and Seeker Missiles)? Additionally, if I attempt to downsize to Stealthsuits(which are mass class 2 instead of the crisis suit's mass class 8[2.5 Tons]), I won't be able to commit as much delicious tek-heresy down the line(tek-heresy according to the Martians, the Mercurians might be more accepting). Though using XV-22s seems like a possible alternative to my original plan of using customized XV-8s...
Kaiser, why do you get the feeling you'll be the Ace of the group? And as the Thread Papa (I think) I hope you have an easy time of it getting to Terra. No doubt you will be met with even more suspicion than the rest of us. ... Of course, I've forgotten what the Lovehammer stance on the Tau is by now.
Waking Up Part Twelve: "Online, Tac Com." There is something odd about waking up after being unconscious for so long. Before my arrival in Loverhammer 40K, I had never been hospitalized or required personal long-term care in any sort of medical facility since my birth. In fact, I had always been extremely healthy, to the point where incidents of getting severely sick were separated by several years and I had never broken a single bone. Sprained joints along with having my kneecap torn open by a random rusty nail had generally been the worst injuries I had gotten in the last ten years or so. So, the sensation of waking up after being unconscious for an extremely-extended period was decidedly unique for me. That and the whispers of reassurance from a formerly-dormant portion of my mind reminded me of my current situation despite the calming sounds of being in a hospital. I was in a warzone. This posed a significant and practical problem for myself and the others who had sworn themselves to protect this city. I started to pull cables and fluid lines out of my gargantuan body, heedless of the pain or inconvenience. I am an Engineer, of the both the Twenty-First Century and the Fortieth Millennium. I solved practical problems as part of my job description. It was time to see what I could create to aid the city's defenders. Two feet planted themselves on the floor. I had been asleep for too long and was glad to be mostly rid of the massive chest wound that had ailed me before passing out after landing. I needed to find my tools and get to work. Hopefully, my personal belongings would be somewhere nearby? End Part Twelve. --- Just getting back into the swing of writing again. I actually am not caught up yet on any of my readings, but I decided to churn something out just real quick. Also, got food poisoning on my first dinner back from Philmont Scout Ranch. Completely wiped me out for a day and a half . EDIT: I was never hiding, just confronting an enemy of epic proportion: an incompetent wanna-be crew of Boy Scouts. Did not end mostly happily for me. To Jumper's question a few pages back: Not sure about me adapting to Lovehammer yet since I've unconscious for a good while in it, but I am naturally capable of being a Not-Fun berserker with a right prodding. Not quite that bad anymore, but it wil be interesting to see if the stress of being in Lovehammer brings it out again.
Fiery Insanity Part One "Napalm is Reaaaaaaal Simple..." Now: "WHEN YOU HAVE FIRE, DON'T JUST TRY TO SET THEM ON FIRE!! DON'T THINK ABOUT BURNING THEM! MELT YOUR ENEMIES TO NOTHINGNESS! MELT THEIR FLESH! MELT THEIR ARMOR! ALL METALS HAVE MELTING POINTS! MELT THEIR CERAMICS! THEY HAVE MELTING POINTS TOO! DON'T REDUCE THEM TO ASHES, TURN THEM TO PUDDLES! Fifty minutes before that 'stirring' speech, I didn't have an audience, because I was still busy trying to pull on the set of armor. Even with Borealis's help, the process was kinda difficult, and I had already accidentally flashed a group of nurses when they came to investigate why all of the machines in my room were screaming for attention. Some plans are best thought-out before being carried out. One of these days...I'll learn that. Hopefully. Fortunately, I had learned from that encounter that I was still in the Main Spire of Vervunhive and on one of the specialty hospital floors. They had even been so kind as to get some of Fire Lords stationed on this floor for my protection detail. I was quite impressed with how hurriedly they rushed out of the room, but it couldn't have been...Well, I hope none of them were Slaaneshi clutists, or things could get awkward in a few days I land in a bed back here. Anyway, the squad of Fire Lords had arrived and helped me finish getting on my armor while also bringing me back up to speed. Both of the Mammoth Tanks had been repaired, although the Audacity was still stuck in the primary command center. Apparently, there was talk among the hive's nobles about turning it into a monument or something like that to 'commemorate the sacrifices of the Imperium's brave and stalwart soldiers in the defense of His hive.' The Sergeant who had quoted his source had even done the air-quotes along with that mini-speech. One high-five and verbal-dressing-down (of me for still not being perfect at pulling on my armor, which I kinda agreed with the reasoning behind the admonishment), our group had gone on our murderous way to retrieve a tank and my personal belongings. Along the way, we had collected the other survivors of the tank crews (and Angelos! *brofist!*) and another squad of Fire Lords-all before the elevators! Apparently, the Silver Knights and the Chapter Master had agreed upon the ground-based Fire Lords being the tactical reserve of Space Marines, but contact had been lost with orbital forces before the attack had begun. The last message had been about daemonic boarders and traitors within the crew and Marines on board, so it left us all more than a bit paranoid. Ironically, it also meant that I was the de-facto leader of the Fire Lords on the ground since my awakening, because my condition of being a 'Stranger' with proven status meant I was not Chaos-tainted for sure. This sounded to me like a script of a bad action movie, but I ran with it. Literally, since the elevators had been passcode-blocked, so we took the stairs, a lot of stairs, to get to the primary command center. Three sorta-broken staircases later, we were forced into a line to enter the primary command center despite being Space Marines. If you're going to be a super-enhanced specimen of humanity, what's the point of getting it done to you if you still have to wait in lines? I allowed the two-and-change squads to wait for three agonizing minutes in which the line actually went backwards as nobles with 'prior appointments' were allowed in before us. Then....Oh boy then...then I got angry and started gently knocking out everyone ahead of us in line. Some of them were very kind and clever and allowed us to cut in front of them. And that's how I arrived at the doors leading INTO the primary command center where I was still blocked by some very determined guards, whom I could understand were doing their jobs very steadfastly. "Sir, we're going to have ask you to wait a while longer. There are others who have positions in front of you in the line." Just because I could understand their jobs didn't mean I wouldn't be obnoxious and troll them. "No, there aren't. They let us cut in front of them. Clearly, they could recognize when the Emperor's chosen warriors have urgent business to carry out." The Main Spire shook very slightly from a series of nearby detonations. "Very Urgent Business indeed!" "Sir, that doesn't excuse how you knocked out twenty oth-" "Yes it does. It's in the documentation of the founding of the Space Marine Legions and the Primarchs." To be honest, I had no clue if I was spouting complete BS or if these things were actually the case, but my Attention Deficit Disorder was demanding this random encounter end soon, because it wasn't getting enough of my attention right now. Borealis wrestled it back into its cage though. Strange that my ADD was personi-Damn my ADD. Anyway, he accepted that excuse. I guess he didn't want to be punched in the face with his buddies until I found someone more cooperative to help me get in. I can be very straightforward when I wake up and it seemed that the current situation was no exception. What I saw in the primary command center could have driven me to Khorne...if he was willing to have actually intelligent company among his forces. Digressions aside, the command center was a madhouse that had instantly stilled once the group of Fire Lords had entered (plus me in the urban-colored armor) through the doors. I was quite displeased to see that there were work crews attempting to hoist the Audacity onto a pedestal. "Excuse me, you're going to cease and desist in turning that tank into monument." I prayed for an idiot to come forward and chal- "And just why should we listen to your kind?" I gleefully took off my helmet to leer at the poor moron. "Because it is the property of the Fire Lords Chapter of Adeptus Astartes." A pin could have been heard had one been dropped. "I happen to be the ground commander of the Fire Lords. Get your grubby hands off of my tank." They literally fell over themselves to get out of the way. Five minutes later and the Audacity roared its way out of the Main Spire onto one of the main highways toward the breached gate. If you've ever ridden in a rollercoaster, freefall is those moments where you have yet to feel gravity pulling directly onto you. For a brief few seconds, I felt that gentle tug of freefall, and then used the altitude thrusters to point the front of the tank upward gently enough so as to not dislodge the the Space Marine hanger-ons. Had to be one of the weirdest way any of them had ever gone into combat while still planet-side. Then, I eased the primary boosters to half throttle and felt the sensation of gravity trying to tear me apart in annoyance at what I had done to a TANK. The comforting crunch of impact had never been so comforting for me in my entire life. I might not even be afraid to fly commercial after this whole experience. A few clicks and discussions later, and eight Land Raiders had formed up in a column along with my computer-controlled Purity of Purpose. Setting some of the command configurations using RTS mechanics was a massive time-saver in that regard. And then I delivered my speech to a bunch of very upset Fire Lords who roared their approval. About five minutes later, we pulled over to re-distribute the passengers and to fully crew the other Mammoth Tanks. And then we were off with the Land Raiders leading the column into the battle zone while the Mammoth Tanks seemingly ambled along like two parents following their kids on a vacation. Hopefully, it will be a Fourth of July vacation like when I sunk an RC boat with fireworks in a lake. End Part One. --- Officially Ended Waking Up and moved on to Phase Two! Muwahaha....Yeah. Have I mentioned that I like Fire? Maybe more notes later, but I kinda puttered out of thinking juice at the end. EDIT: Added onto the release of the Audacity from the Main Spire. Still needs some work there though.
Ok, first off, take in the idea that you are seem to want to be keeping track of eight characters (4 being variants on you caused by alternate wiring, and four hosts.) into consideration. I've cheated my way through the last little while by having Orky!fox crammed on a ship doing nothing of note to the plot, while i've been working On Girly!Fox. I'm simultaneously excited for, and dreading the point they wind up in the same room because they both have different quirks that are notable and distinct, but they are close enough that keeping them sorted out is going to be a nightmare. Now I've never seen anything you've written, so you could possibly deal with that problem, and do so brilliantly. Just ask yourself if you are going to want that headache. Secondly. If going all CORE is your endgame, why not skip the foreplay? Go Necron, start off as an AI. Provided your host is a basic troop, chances are that a firm mental command will cause them to divulge anything they know. If you start off as something like a necron lord, you have built in wirless, and therefore can get an early start on your CORE machinations. For the Masked hero shtick, Going Harlequin (Eldar subset) would be a great choice. I'll let you look up stuff on that. And frankly? Everyone but Tau (and necrons, but that's only because they ARE the robots.) have giant robots. Eldar have the The Super Robot style that Japan is so fond of. Take a look at what the all of the options are. You might find your ideal elsewhere. Especially since Tau castes preclude you from starting with all the skills you want on one SI. Also? I'm going to note that the Tau are good in the same way that having your ribs opened up is better then having your head blown off. 40K is Black-Black morality, and anyone who says their race is otherwise isn't showing you whats under the surface.
Necron's kinda too grimdark for my tastes(while the edition update does increase the viability of a Necron SI, it also increases the hostility between the Necrons and Imperium) and going CORE is just a last ditch joker to simplify things by pulling my SIs into a forced mind melding(How well this goes for the Tau imprint hosts is completely unknown). Tracking 8 character personalities I've done before, so I've had practice.(Eight seperate bodies on that note, 4 shouldn't be as bad) Harlequins I've thought about, but they're too wrapped in mystery in general. The entire reason I'm doing a split is because on a personal level, I probably have too much practical knowledge that it possibly borders Gary Stu. It's also a self-challenge to limit my knowledge on each character in order to generate interaction between the SIs. I suppose I'm just looking too far down the line and doing CREEEEEED-level preparations very early in preparation for utterly curbstomping them. Sidenote: Dynamic Entry was a Tau Commander Achievement for Dawn of War 2 Retribution Last Stand Mode, where you jumpjet around and kill things with the landing impact. Besides, who would expect a Battlesuit to try and melee anyways? http://1d4chan.org/wiki/File:Tau_Battlesuit_vs_Smurf.jpg
OOC: Too much practical knowledge? I am an experienced gun-toter and marksman, am gunning for my Black Belt in karate, and practically live off of stories, Warhammer in particular, (IRL). Combine that with Morias Skult's Vindicare knowledge, and I can kill any humanoid easily. Meanwhile, Drake has more than enough Engineering knowledge to be a Materials Engineer, and combined with a Forgemaster, created a Mammoth Tank in a completely believable way. This is 40k. If anyone or anything seems invincible, send in more men, more dakka, and more eldritch abominations. It's easy to balance having too much practical knowledge: just make your enemies hard to fight with what you know. There's a reasonthat a Defiler showed up (I wanted a Dreadnought originally, but that wouldn't have worked out) against a Sniper (ignoring Turbo-Penetrators). Crystal was able to crush it because he was facing a cumbersome tank, which is perfect for him, being an agile and powerful Space Marine. If Crystal had been facing a Tzeentchian Space Marine Sorcerer, he would have had a much harder time, while I would have blown off the Sorcerer's head from two miles out (Not quite as easily as Crystal took out the Defiler, but still easily). So for the Tau mecha/battlesuits, fight daemons. Teleporting all over the place, using warpfire, and messing up your scanners and sensors, or even just the usual close quarters Khornos with chain-axes and melta-bombs. I don't care how advanced Tau composites are, a Melta Bomb or meltagun would annihilate you at close range.
Or, given the general nature of ballistic composites, stab it with a sword. The edge of the blade and its aspect ratio will actually enable the sword (or a knife) to penetrate further into a composite despite a much lower velocity even if the the kinetic energy or momentum of sword is within two degrees of magnitude. Composites are my Materials Engineering specialty, by the way. I did a project making and then testing sets of ballistic composites, KBT. Having too much knowledge is not an issue. The issue is whether you wish to utilize that knowledge in a believable manner for the purpose of saving the grimdark future of humanity from its enemies with the help of other SIs and the armies of humanity or just let it all slide? "The Choice Is Yours And Yours Alone!"
Yeah, I don't intend the escape to be easy, considering that Tau Space Navy is quite on the ball with Rapid Response and the like. As for practical knowledge, I'm fluent in 2 oriental languages, extensive management skills(dumping these on the the water caste with the actual knowledge regarding Lovehammer, other 3 will will just have a memory trigger to facepalm at their fate to begin with), very quick understanding for mechanical working, some experience in contractor work, extensive mecha knowledge(earth caste), a somewhat decent eye for tactics, a green belt in taekwondo and reflexes to back it up(Mostly Fire Caste, some Air caste), and lastly, enough spatial awareness(Sense of Direction in 3D) for all 4 so that no one goes Ryouga Hibiki. It won't end well if I end up flying right into the path of the Nids encroaching on Tau Space. I know full well the extent of my battlesuit limitations, which is why I haven't settled down on a proper armament loadout for each one yet.
Oriental languages are going to be usless, seeing as how they don't exist anymore exept perhaps in the dustiest tombs of the imperium. Martial arts aren't going to help you against a tank, and and unless you've actually built a mech (doubtful since you mention only having a brief understanding of mechanical workings) or piloted a battlesuit (seeing as how those don't exist...) i don't see how any mecha knowledge you have is going to help in the least. Also, This is spacebattles. A certain degree of either strategic or tactical knowledge is practically required. Contradulations. Your practical skills for Lovehammer 40k lay in Building stuff, management, and hand to hand combat. If you pick Water or earth caste you might not be entirely screwed if your host decides not to to share what they know. And the comment on spacial awareness is getting condescending.
Now now, let's be civil. We don't need to be mean. KBT, perhaps you should work your way up to multiple Inserts? You seem familiar with Warhammer, so you know it's rough. Maybe you should start off with the misadventures of one and see how it works? You know, let it settle in with the rest of the thread and get some feedback. That might be best. If it pans out, you can move up to the others. If you want them all in Tau Space, the area is sufficiently large enough for your guys to each have their own stories while also close enough for you all to meet up should you decide to go that route.
At least KBT has the advantage of knowing Warhammer 40K before jumping into the deep-end. I had to research my way out of drowning, which is going to need a refresher course now that I think about it.
