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So I haven’t seen anyone talk about it and it’s probably just a cool thing to have in the background, but I found the giant shuttle at the Old Spaceport to be really cool
I just finished all the missions of Armored core 6, I liked it a lot ! Go play it if you like mech that do explosions
I might try the other AC games too
and small funny sketch but idk how to draw mech
I'm going to see to it that we get the next superwholock but it's with this:
Getting whiplash going back to Armored Core VI after playing Starfield
Starfield trips over itself letting you know all of the quests are chill and good actually. The choices in dialogue range from doing a good deed to doing a good deed… for money😈. The only way to join the Space Pirates is to be offered the chance to go undercover first, making sure you see the Pirate but you’re a good guy option. If a persuasion check with someone fails, leaving you only with the prompt [Attack], your companion will say something to the effect of “woof, that was rough. But you did what you had to do.”
The most recent mission I finished in Starfield was for the United Colonies. You stand in front of a council of bureaucrats trying to convince them to hand over banned archival weapon data. This could help stop a small but growing danger to the galaxy. The council argues that it could also lead to that weapon falling into the wrong hands - It was locked away for a reason. It’s a great moment because it was the first time a character in starfield stood up and said to me No, you are in the wrong here, your research could lead to the weapon data leaking, civilians will be put it danger. ALERT. oh no. ALERT. Just as this conversation is happening an entirely contained but also extremely dire attack occurs. ALERT. You rush out and save the day. The threat is proven to be real and the data is necessary. No more questions about is it the right thing to do. Forget about all that other stuff we brought up, you were right. The whole council apologizes to you profusely. Here, take the nuclear launch codes, and here’s a thousand credits as an apology for insinuating that you weren’t the galaxy’s goodest bestest boy.
Mission 1 of Armored Core 6 is called “Illegal Entry”.
In mission 4 “Destroy the transport helicopters” the helicopters are just that. No weapons. Trying to run from you. The rubiconians who stand between you and the helicopters are defending their families. During the fight the enemies bark about you being the bad guy. After the mission your Dad calls you and says “It’s just a Job 621. All of it.” Throughout the entire game you are flooded with voicemails, calls, voices in your head, that all have an opinion on whether what you’re doing is good or bad or just a job.
Starfield is telling you not to think about it too hard. Armored Core is telling you to think about it. A lot. Screaming at you to think about it. What are you doing. It’s not just a job. The game is talking about your actions through all sorts of different lenses.
It’s stepping out of a lazy river and then immediately riding down Niagara Falls in a barrel. Sometimes literally. You see the same safe boring landing cutscene a million times in Starfield. Twice 621 has packed themselves into a barrel and yeeted it into danger.
Having a good time with Armored Core? Want something like that on tabletop?
(other than the obvious answer of LANCER, anyway)
I got you covered.
And I just restocked a bunch of community copies, so go nuts.
Walter: Got a job for you, 621. This one comes from me personally. There's exactly one Wendy's left on Rubicon, and they just brought back the Baconator. I don't know about you, but both myself and the rest of the crew are tired of living off Coral mealworms and smuggled-in combat rations.
Your job is simple: Insert, make your way to the Wendy's drive through and place the order. Once it's ready, pick it up and make your way to the rendezvous point for extraction. I've forwarded everyone's orders, as well as the needed COAM, to your account.
Intel suggests Balam already has a token force on-site to claim the Wendy's for themselves, including a reinforced MT squad and that one Redgun that keeps sending you hate mail, Iguana or whatever his name is. They're not mission-critical targets, but I can throw a little extra in for every hostile destroyed. That should send a clear message to Balam that the Wendy's is neutral ground.
Don't let us down, 621. This one's for the guys who keep putting your AC back together after every sortie. Ayre: Raven, can... can we get spicy nuggets? It should be an option in the Four for $4 and you know I love spicy food. I don't have the COAM on hand but I live in your head anyway, so... y'know.
Okay, but dusty is the only arquebus member who calls you buddy. Its explained that respects you as a fellow "hound", which in universe is kind of a slur for an augment human who is only used to Pilot one of the armored cores.
All of the other arquebus members just call you exactly that, a Hound. A dog. They already own you, mutt. They don't care about convincing you, because they don't need to, as in their eyes, you're already a slave. Nothing more. One who snaps its jaws for any scrap of conflict it can sink its teeth in...
Armored Core 6 plays with names a lot.
Your main comms partner, Handler Walter, treats you as nothing more than a tool. In time he starts treating you with some slight kindness, maybe even taking pride in your performance under his directions, but he never stops calling you by your serial number: 621. You hear that there's been people before you. You're just a number to him. Distanced. Disposable.
Ayre, your other main comms partner, urges you to care about the locals of the planet you're fighting on. She calls you Raven, a moniker you stole, but later find out is a word that signifies a freedom fighter. She doubles down, hoping you'll live up to the name. Trying to impart those values on you.
The corporations both try to claim you. To the Balam Redguns, you're Gun 13. One of them. Part of their squad. Meanwhile, Rusty of Arquebus consistently calls you his "buddy." Both corporations want to endear themselves to you, convince you to fight for them. But they're exactly the same.
Then there's the Dosers of RaD. Cinder Carla, Chatty Stick and the other Dosers only ever refer to you as "tourist." You're a guest in their territory. First they spit the word at you, but later on it starts sounding almost like a term of endearment. You're not one of them, but you're not necessarily an enemy.
I'm going to mess around with the control scheme to make it more similar to 4th gen (and by extension the control scheme I used in the old gen games), so that I can have easier access to boost and quick boost. I feel like my effectiveness won't be greatly diminished by having some weapons on face buttons, especially with hard lock-on being a thing, but maybe I'll realize I'm stupid and change it back
I can’t wait for Armored Core VI to come out, because there are going to be so many people upset over how many buttons you need to push; and I can’t wait to laugh at all of them.
I feel like I’m crazy, no one knows how to hold a controller correctly but me.
the ALLMIND girl is just a hologram. the real ALLMIND is just this
Its a bit funny to me thinking about how the only depictions of ALLMIND I've seen have been like a cybery office lady.
Allmind's pronouns are cannonicaly 'it/they' but i only see people using 'she/her' for the most part.
Allmind's some kind of horrible amalgamate of ai, human memories (souls?), and probably coral.
I can only see it as being some kind of fucked up looking machine with many twisted limbs and some kind of vaguely human looking face that looks worse the longer you look at it.
Or alternatively by the point of Alea Iacta Est, Iguazu’s body mangled and combined with bits of warped machinery poking out every which way. He's really nothing more than a corspe forced to keep going with with evil machinery (like a certain purple someone from another game series).
I just can't imagine Allmind as being anything beautiful or attractive. Just the remnants of some kind of messed up experiment.
Had to decrease quality for Tumblr to let it upload... sorry :(
Michigan isn't a fucking idiot, if he was he wouldn't be G1
Appearance wise: Steel Haze Ortus
Functionality wise: Steel Haze
Ortus is just a genuinely bad AC I'm sorry. It's just overall worse than Steel Haze, its only redeeming quality is the super-powered Terminal Armour in the boss
Steel Haze is far stronger than Ortus imo
AC6 spoilers ahead
GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH LETSFUCKINGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
that idea i had for branch raven finding 621 post-FoR and forcibly kidnapping adopting him... a teaser below the cut...
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The medium freighter ship, Tapio, was an old, beaten-up interstellar craft that had gone through at least three different Christenings since it had fallen into Branch’s control. When Chartreuse had liberated it from its original owner (some two-bit grey market smuggler who had bitten off more than he could chew), it had been named The Golden Fleece. Raven had let her rename it to Cheese Board, which lasted for only a few months before King changed it to the far more mundane Star Skimmer.
Chartreuse couldn’t really remember when they had changed it from Star Skimmer to Tapio, but it hadn’t been long after they made plans to run the PCA blockade over Rubicon-3. Even grey-market ships like these were aggressively tracked and logged whenever it so much as paused to take a fart in some piece of shit asteroid port, so scrubbing the identity was essential prep for big operations that would land you in some UEG gulag on Pluto.
They’d probably have to change it again, now that their business was concluded on Rubicon. It was Raven’s turn, and knowing them, they’d think of something either utterly boring, or thoroughly deranged. They called their pet cat Emergency Rations of all things, after all.
(To date, she still wasn’t sure if Raven was being tongue-in-cheek about that…)
Speaking of that cat, though…
Chartreuse grumbled as she shovelled soiled cat litter into its bin. The freighter was built with a crew of at least ten in mind, so Raven had dedicated an entire room to the little beast: cat trees, little platforms for Emergency Rations to parkour off of, toys that functioned as trip hazards for the unwary, and this monstrosity of a litter box that was huge and a massive pain to clean out.
Emergency Rations, as imperious as a queen overlooking her lowly subjects, stared down at her from one of its demonic cat trees. It was an ugly creature, in Chartreuse’s opinion: thin, scraggly fur with bald patches, one missing ear and crooked whiskers, with a broken meow that sounded like the strangled croak of a frog. Probably why Raven adopted it; they had a soft spot a mile wide for broken, ugly things.
“How do you shit so much?” Chartreuse sealed the bin shut and pushed it aside. “I swear you do it just to fuck with me.”
Emergency Rations just blinked its ugly goblin eyes at her.
Chartreuse finished up her daily task of tending to the beast’s comfort and slouched out of the ship’s cattery. After a brief detour to the ablutions to wash her hands, she went to the central mess hall that now functioned as a sort of communal area for Branch. The depressing steel benches and tables had been shoved against the walls and replaced with a battered sofa they’d rescued from a dump, and an old-world TV set with a video player and everything.
Chartreuse had no idea where Raven magicked up these relics, or why they had a taste for such useless antiques.
“The beast’s been dealt with,” Chartreuse declared when she walked into the living area.
King acknowledged her with a raised hand, not looking away from the TV screen. He was sprawled out on the sofa, so Chartreuse sat on the armchair. It was technically Raven’s armchair, but they weren’t here right now - too busy committing terrible life choices and all that.
“Is Raven still not back?” she asked. “We sure that rabid dog didn’t eat him?”
“Haven’t heard a thing since they left.” King picked up the remote and paused whatever was playing on the TV. He had a deep frown on his face, his expression troubled even if it didn’t show in his voice. “Their operator would’ve told us if things had gone sour, though.”
Chartreuse grunted.
It’d been only two days since the Second Fires had swept through the Rubicon system, an event they had only survived because they’d been in the process of leaving said system. They’d been mere moments away from engaging the C-Wave Drive to slip into subspace, only to perform an emergency leap to the nearest stellar body when a surge of volatile energy came exploding out of Rubicon-3. Thank god for that small planetoid they’d managed to shelter behind…
But instead of getting immediately out of dodge the second things settled down, Raven had all but commandeered the ship and started gunning back towards Rubicon-3 like a man possessed. When it came out that Raven was hunting down his successor… well, words were exchanged and Chartreuse may’ve thrown a chair at them, but Raven got their way, as always, and now they were here, twiddling their thumbs and waiting for Raven to come back with a potential rabid dog in tow.
“We might have to figure out a naming system if they do find him,” King said idly. “Raven Senior and Raven Junior, maybe?”
“Who’d be the senior and who’d be the junior?” Chartreuse drawled. “That Gen Four is probably a grizzled old man. Our Raven isn’t even thirty.”
“Guess they’d be junior then.” Somehow, King maintained a straight face as he said this. “We could always call the Gen Four after his designation. C4-621, if I remember rightly?”
“That’s…” Chartreuse wrinkled her nose. “So corporate.”
“Hound, then?” King shrugged. “It’s up to Raven, I guess. It’s their name they gave away.”
A name that the rabid dog had technically earned in the same way their Raven had. As sour as Chartreuse was about the whole thing, she grudgingly accepted and respected the dog’s hustle and fire. He’d trounced all three of them in a straight fight, and it was done purely through skill. The things he’d done with that laser dagger were obscene…
But Raven had always been Raven to her. She still called them that, hell, they all did, but if their successor was found and brought into the fold, then they’d have to bow their heads to proper tradition and accept the dog as Raven, and Raven as… Nightfall.
Ugh. She still hated that name. Nightfall. It was a name an edgy teenager would pick for their social media account.
next AC gonna be swashbuckler these are 4 myself but if u want to suggest sum thing then pelase do. also im on pjone so shitty formatting 👍
head: kasuar/nacht
core: probably nacht, alba or mayb sumthin like ephemera
arms: lammers
legs: kasuar
r.a weapon: sampu
l.a weapon: probably a bazooka of some sort
r.b weapon: some rapid fire weapon like the ludlow or smthn
l.b weapon: ashmead
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that's picking the greater good for you!!! 😁😁😁
NOOOOO AYRE I DONT WWNNA FIGHT U NOOOOOOO :((((( first rusty and now ayre jesus i am just killing all of my friends
That's Ephemera. Not Ayre. Ayre is a red dot. Don't get them confused.
Sketch of my next body pillow design with my beloved Ayre <3 I'll share some progress soon