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Hanar grinned, not like a man, but like an ape from yore, a grin that usually precedes bloodshed. The old mercenary in him was clawing up to the surface. "Sounds like a problem that you lot officially cannot handle yourselves- but presumably now- presumably, someone from outside of the...

"Earth, you know, where humanity came from.. well it got nuked to shit 200 years ago and my wife is working on rebuilding things to a pre war level, and eventually colonize the stars, but we didn't expect to find other humans there and- wait, these guys, PACT, are they like some sort of bad...

A blue and silver arm took hold of the tail, unharmed by the crackling electricty, eyes glowing like two suns as Perun held the mechasaur in place with its mighty glacier like strength. Perun raises its arm into the air and brings the axe down like a vengeful god of the north. "Kill" A deep...

“Heh. Alright. That's a relief. Zetans would've just blasted me. Be seeing you guys in a minute.” It was, frankly, an enormous mech. 23 meters tall and armed to the teeth. Yellow, black, and red, and sporting a grinning skull with wings for a face. Its armaments showed that despite its current...

“I'll be home in no time.” Those were the words Major Hanar McKallister told his wife the last time she saw her, right after she whispered in his ear that she was pregnant. Before Thunderbird made its way out to the stars, before he was put into a hibernetic state to save resources, before...

Name: Hanar McKallister Gender: Male Age: 28 Height: 6ft4in/198cm Weight: 238lbs/108kg Rank/Title: Major [Neo-Enclave Republic Army], Sergeant [Albenholm Royal Army]. Special: Magically enhanced superhuman called a Thunderman. The powers granted to Thundermen include: Super strength. Super...

"Holy shit!" He cried out. The Great Hero of Justice, as much as the super powered crook hated that self righteous title, was doing pretty well. "Hell yeah. Teach them to fear the storm." He called. "They just don't give up. Hero of Justice we got more company!" Hanar tried to summon...

Hanar McKallister saw the earth itself open and belch missiles to attack the groups, and those missiles themselves split into smaller projectiles. Others would freeze in place when presented with a seemingly unwinnable situation but instead the mercenary in magic armor howled his laughter...

"You'll find that moments like the one that just transpired make the price of our fees quite worth it." McKallister emphasized the plural pronouns to let it be known to their clients and allies that he was just the one of a four man band of magitech enhanced warriors with their own quartet of...

The mechasaurs flew off on their own ways, whatever their plans are unknown to the heroes and airmen of the base. One remained, and it made its way to the convoy of military personnel and their hardware. The beast screeched and glided ever closer by the second, until a shadow consumed the back...

"That isn't good." Hanar muttered. "Alright ladies and gentleman, looks like we'll have to suit back up already once more. Everyone got their morphguns ready? Let's go." "TEMPEST WARRIORS, STORM OUT!" He shouted and spun the high tech looking pistol in his hand, crossing it across his chest...

"Thats good! I mean for us, not for you guys. That means work is guaranteed! We're in the business of beating shit up and war is always good for our bottom line" He bellowed as his comrades nodded and gave each other high fives of affirmation. "Alright, now I don't know if you're the one in...

Will do.

Mostly homebrew stuff. My own and that of other's. To give an example of my work.

"Damn. Something really banged up their base. Hmmm- maybe we should've been morphed when we arrived." Hanar said turning back to his crew. "Here comes the welcoming committee." D'Arcy Beaumont added, reaching into her coat for a weapon before Hanar pushed her hand out. "I got this D'Arcy- I'm...