Chris Ganale

That is extremely relevant to my interests.

That's fair, then. It definitely was one of those "awww, man..." moments, but as I said, from a lore perspective it makes sense. As for when Spark said that line to us at the end of Halo 3, he'd gone way off the deep end at the time so I consider everything he said to be suspect from the moment he zotted Johnson. And as Melphina said, a couple of the terminals on the Ark made allusion of the Human-Forerunner War.

Forge is coming in December, and Halo games have had a long history of adding more playlists as time goes on. Also, the main villain being such makes sense if one stops to think about it. ....I would make my case under a spoiler tag but they seem to have broken.

Halo 5 is very different from the previous games. I flailed about lost and confused for the first hour.

Been playing it since launch. Cleared campaign twice now and have acquired all the intel and skulls. Gearing up for the legendary playthrough. Ugh, that ending. I will say nothing spoilerish on the matter, but Halo 6 is going to be some serious shit.

Carefully excising the nubs from where you remove a part from a tree. I use a boxcutter myself but I'm such an amateur builder.

He's intentionally acting stupid to lure us into a false sense of security.

That shot of Derpy Steel Cyclone'ing Ravana into next week, I think that's Dark Derp, not the WoL.

As if I wasn't already looking forward to the airship journeys enough: dinosaurs.

I feel like I stumbled upon a not-too-shabby partially-armored MCH glamour.

If they were so readily capable of steamrolling Eorzea, they wouldn't have failed three times already.

It utterly boggles my mind that the Empire was allowed to creep back in and reclaim Castrum Meridianum. Between the damage dealt to the garrison's forces by the WoL and his raid party, and the entire northern Eorzean Alliance that smashed their main forces in the field at North Than, there's not a single reason at all why that fort shouldn't be flying an Alliance flag right now.

Garon--in full-on bounty hunter guise--made certain to pause for a good few extra seconds, the faceless visage of his helmet lending the impression that he was staring into the individual's soul as they stood offering that scrap of parchment to him. Finally, without moving his head, he sedately reached out to snatch the paper, his helm tilting down just slightly to take in the details on its surface. Well, they were certainly jumping straight to the big guns, with a sum that high. But just for murder and spying for Garlemald? No, that didn't add up. He'd never seen even a seven-digit price for a Garlean spy, let alone an eight-digit one. If nothing else, he was a fast reader, and a fast thinker. The hooded figure hadn't managed to get more than three paces before the rasp of a pistol being drawn from its holster could be heard, a faint hum following it as the weapon energized. "Turn, petitioner. I would have more details."

....Well, that escalated quickly. In lieu of getting dragged into the silliness of he said/she said, whether or not people are going to get up in arms about the character, or fighting over if this character's a good idea, I will simply restate my earlier commentary that I 100% support this idea and am making a note that this character of yours, before or after it comes out what they are, would find an immediate friend in Chao Lingshen. On the other hand, if you got near her before it came out, that might accidentally rapidly accelerate the Robot Reveal, by way of Chao's companion being able to detect other Allagan machines in the vicinity.

Maybe some people have crippling self-esteem issues and need to hear "hey, it's okay, you're not a total moron for having that idea". But if that were the case, there's sure as hell better places to seek that kind of validation than this place.

Post #27, also, could have been neatly summed up as "this topic should never have been made" and runs extremely close to suggesting that the OP is wrong for considering this character angle in the first place. -Stands ready for the incoming mod thumping, but gods dammit, some anvils need to be dropped-

It sure is my reason.

My main is a monogamous tribal outcast who's married to another (ie, different tribe) tribal outcast. Haven't ruffled any feathers so far.

I have a Watsonian and a Doyalist reason why my Doman miqo has the name she does. Watsonian: Her family has lived in Doma for, hell, probably ever since the miqo'te fled Meracydia. Doyalist: She's an expy of a character from another series, using the same name, and I made her a miqo'te because someone pointed out to me that I could use their face marks to emulate one of her notable visible characteristics.

It probably doesn't help you any, but I have a Doman seeker. Girl, though. She uses a strictly Doman (well, Chinese in her case) name.

The armormaster at the Ironworks was, in most cases, a pleasant, genial roegadyn. By and large, he was rather fond of Chao, owing entirely to her genius at weapons and armor development. That did not, however, do anything to spare her of his wrath when she--quite regularly--brought equipment back to him in less than perfect condition. "...The plating's failed in over seventy percent of the armored sections." A partially-smashed armored gauntlet was dropped onto the table with a heavy thud. "The aetherochemical fiberweave is frayed in ways we didn't think possible." With a rustle heavier than chainmail but not as heavy as actual plated armor, the mostly-cloth body armor was dropped over the gauntlet. "Optics?" He picked up the Sharlayan-inspired visor, one lens cracked, the other missing entirely. "Totally fried." He dropped the visor and picked up a long, flattened section of metal, wiring, and parts that looked partially-melted together. "And let's not even talk about the power supply." With a heavy sigh, he dropped the item in question and planted his fists on the table, leaning his weight on it to stare down at the two miqo'te before him. "Do you have any idea how material-intensive this gear is?" Chao shrugged innocently. "Tell that to the Garleans." The armormaster shook his head. "Well, I guess it was all obsolete anyway." He pointed to the new battlesuit she wore, which largely resembled the original but for slightly more armor plating; at least those were the visual differences. "Your new suit's what we're looking at as being the field-ready Mark I. Just came up from Materials Division this morning. Everything's a step up from what you had before, but only slightly. Keep in mind this is still intended to be an infiltrator suit." He paused and gave a long, meaningful look down at the wrecked-beyond-repair equipment on his table. "But if you keep insisting on getting into fights with the Garleans, we're going to have to get the full combat version online sooner rather than later." Lifting his head, he indicated Myu with a thrust of his chin. "And I imagine you want one for your friend here." "It would be most beneficial." At this, the lighter-haired miqo'te stepped forward. "Interjection: If I may, I would like to assist in the specifications of this armor. I do not, for example, require it to possess its own source of power." The armormaster looked between the two, confusion furrowing his brow, before he settled his gaze on Chao. "Is she right in the head? What's she talking like that for?" With great effort, Chao suppressed a smile. "It is normal for her. But I think you should take her suggestion. She's unique, after all." There was a moment before the roegadyn caught the meaning of her words. Most at the Ironworks had, after all, heard of her pet project attempting to create a humanoid combat machine. The armormaster looked at Myu again as though seeing her for the first time. "Is this...?" Chao nodded. "Oh! Well, absolutely then. Special item like her would need one custom-made then. It may take a turn or two of the sun, though, and she'll be spending a lot of time with Materials." "It can't be helped." Chao shrugged, and when Myu gave her a confused look, she patted the other miqo'te's shoulder reassuringly. "We can spare some time, but not a great deal. I can see to a new weapon design in the meantime."

That gives me horrible flashbacks of trying to farm the BLM chest from t2.

-Camps on a nearby cliff and waits for Allagan stuff to come up-

GundamW took a lot of unnecessary flak from the old guard because it popularized Gundam in the West, thereby becoming one of the all-time favorites, while not being a UC story.

"Query: Mistress, am I a failure?" The question was so unexpected, so out-of-the-blue, that it very nearly caused Chao's hands to slip and sever the wiring she was inspecting. To prevent just such an accident, she removed her hands entirely from the opened casing, leaning back on the workbench and tilting her head to one side. What struck her as most odd about the question was the tone; anyone else posing it would sound utterly dejected, but it was delivered in a flat monotone, as though it were a mere engineering query. "Of course not," the magitek prodigy answered. "You are my greatest success. Why would you think otherwise?" "Answer: It is what the Garlean said to me before I extinguished him." There was a pause, and then she spoke in a perfect reproduction of the enemy agent's voice, "Yer nothin' but a lifeless doll, a plaything, destined to fail and be thrown away." Chao's lips pressed into a thin line. "And yet he resorted to a suicide attack in an unsuccessful effort to destroy you, while you persevere." "Interjection: That is a result of your superb craftsmanship, Mistress." It still took Chao by surprise, how amazingly human she could be at times. Definitely a result of the mammet heart; time had yet to tell how her personality would develop. "Be that as it may, you are still here, he is not. You are not a failure." Until that moment, her head had been turned to watch Chao with one photoreceptor, but at those words, she turned her head, concealing her face behind her heat-dispersing hair fibers. "Objection: But, Mistress... I could not protect you from the enhanced Garlean." Closing the access panel on Myu's back--she had completed her wiring diagnostics and found nothing out of order anyway--she reached her hand up and rubbed the robot girl's head soothingly. "None of us were prepared for him. But we will be, next time. You, my lovely, performed far beyond my highest expectations." Standing up, Chao opened the bench she had been sitting on to return the tools to it, then lifted her gaze to Myu, who was now sitting up on the diagnostics table. "So by no means are you a failure. Purge any such notions in your processor." The machine girl tilted her head, mimicking Chao's earlier gesture of confusion. "Query: Shall I delete the relevant data?" Chuckling, Chao shook her head. "No, there's no need for that." She lifted a finger. "Also, store this key data note: Those who fight against you will always attempt to demoralize you. They'll lie, twist facts to their words, and do everything in their power to make you lose the will to fight." "Statement: Datapoint noted." She paused for half a heartbeat. "Observation: I am a machine. I do not have a 'will' to fight. I merely fight." "That isn't strictly true," Chao said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "You are much more than a machine, Myu. You are as alive as I am, even if you're made of Garlean steel and Allagan processing instead of flesh and blood. You're unique, an individual, and in time, you'll develop your own wishes and desires." Myu was silent for several moments, flickering lights in her eyes indicating she was carefully considering that information. After a time, she hesitantly spoke, "Clarification: My desire is to protect you, Mistress." Chao smiled and rubbed Myu's head again. "And I truly appreciate that. But as I said, as you learn and grow, as you become more 'you', you'll find things that you want for yourself." She cleared her throat. "The point in all that, however, is that enemies will say anything they can to try to make you hesitate in battle." "Statement: I do not hesitate, Mistress. I determine a course of action and act." So she still had a little bit of a ways to go when it came to being human. A bit too literal-minded. Clearing her throat, Chao turned to open the nearby armoire, looking at her savaged battlesuit hanging within. "Well, everything checks out. It's as if nothing ever happened. Satomi's repairs are quite good. We need to go to the Ironworks and see about repairing my battlesuit. Possibly get you set up with one as well. Then it's off to Thanalan." "Query: Thanalan, Mistress?" "Just by being here, I'm putting the Academy in danger. If Ifrit is truly after me, then I'd rather take the fight to him." Myu stood up off the diagnostics table and lifted her hand, the covering sliding away from her palm laser for a moment. "Statement: I am your sword and shield, Mistress." The covering closed once more, and she clenched her hand into a fist. "I will show no mercy to any eikon."