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The E-6 "Seraphim" Is one of the tallest models of FHMV, standing just shy of 100 feet, if you include its "Halo" that floats a few feet above its head. Despite its height, the "Seraphim" is one of the lightest of the FHMV's, necessary for its flight, as the E-6 was designed for CAS and Interception.
Along its back, six wings emerge from its chassis, made of a lightweight metal, each inbuilt with their own Generators, utilizing Farlight to power series of electro-magnets, and propellors to allow for it to hover, and fly from a relatively high altitude, roughly 700 up, more if the generators are overclocked.
[Warning: Overclocking the generators of an E-6 MK.1 Model has been shown to deal catastrophic damage to the structural integrity of the FHMV's wings and could potentially render the Machine inert if not properly taken care of. Overclocking should be a LAST RESORT.]
The Seraphim was designed as it was, for two reasons. With its capacity for flight, and the ability to traverse large distances quickly, the Seraphim makes for a great Close Air Support machine, able to swoop in, attack, and immediatetly leave.
It was also, however, designed with no small amount of psychological warfare in mind.
Between its 6 wings, the Halo that hovers above the chassis head, Its lithe, almost unnaturally fast shape, and the very deliberate White, Gold, and Red color palette, The Seraphim Heavily resembles the concept of a retributive angel, Bestowing divine judgement in gunfire and explosions, Hence, its rather on the nose moniker.
Piloting A "Seraphim" Requires the ability to react quickly, as in the air, one wrong adjustment in trajectory could send a pilot into the side of a mountain, or directly in the path of an incoming missile.
It is recommended that only Hounds who were former jet pilots, or even simply adrenaline junkies, nicknamed Falcons, be allowed to even attempt to pilot an E-6 MK.1 "Seraphim."
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I've been wanting to work on some more worldbuilding, For the universe of Farlight.
For, those of you who haven't seen that yet, I've posted all five Chapters i've gotten done so far here to my Tumblr, as well as to my Ao3 "939-Falcon" and you should totally go read those, as well as the Mini-Series "Again" And the series "Burning A Flower" by @shiroheise which also takes place in the same universe.
So far, i've done this by writing some character synopsis, but i have, a new idea.
In Farlight itself, i just introduced the FHMV, or Farlight Heavy Machine Vehicle, this worlds resident Mech, equivalent to Armored Core AC's and even HC's, though, in Farlight itself, the FHMV i just introduced, is the very first of its kind, though i've already established in Again, and vicariously through Burning A Flower, that it will not be the only one.
So, I have a few, Ideas, of FHMV concepts, that i think i'm going to write out, and post here, maybe even make them interim chapters for Farlight itself.
I've always enjoyed writing out descriptions of things like Machines, Ships, and Electronics, so, What better way to world build in-between chapters, than to do that very thing.
So, within the next few hours (or potentially days, because its currently 4:30 am and i do have work today), Expect the first of these.
Rozaline watched the naked woman in front of her. The Sergeant seemed unaware that she had continued walking, even once Rozaline had stopped. She’d expected as much. Though she’d never admit it, When the doctor brought her here the first time, Rozaline had a similar reaction.
Both of Awe, and of Fear.
But she remained composed, glancing at her clipboard for a bare moment, before speaking
“Landau.”
Just that one word was apparently enough to pull the naked woman out of her reverie, as she whipped her head around towards Rozaline, with an expression of faint bewilderment.
“What is that thing?” Landau bore an expression that seemed almost desperate for an answer, her tone mirroring the expression, though it seemed to shake, unsteady.
“Farlight Heavy Machine Vehicle. It's only a prototype, but it is, as far as we can tell, functional. It simply needs a power source, and a pilot.”
Landau seemed surprised, for a moment, as Rozaline answered her curtly. The Nurse knew why, after all, she’d been instructed to be vague, if not outright silent for most of her interaction with the Sargeant, but, in this, she was allowed to divulge some amount of information.
Though, truthfully, she did feel some very slight pity towards the woman, as she stood there, dumbstruck and naked, covered in ports and even slightly shivering as she stood before Rozaline.
“A… A pilot?” The fear on Landau’s face only seemed to deepen at that idea, as she glanced down at the various metal ports emerging from her skin and then back up to the Machine, revelation quickly dawning on the woman.
Rozaline simply nodded, before stepping past Farah, heading in the direction of one of the machine's feet.
“Follow me, Landau, we have tests to run, and preparations to begin.”
An hour later, Landau is under sedation, across a table in front of Rozaline. The nurse would have preferred that the former Sergeant hadn’t forced her hand on this, but as the pair of them had approached the machine, Landau had become progressively more on edge, muttering something about being a hero, before attempting to bolt, apparently having forgotten about the guards that had been accompanying them for the entire time.
A small struggle, and several liberally applied insults thrown in both Rozaline, and the Guards directions followed, before eventually Rozaline gave up, and injected Farah with a simple sedative, causing the nude woman to slump to the ground, before being moved the rest of the way to the machine.
And so, there she sat, unconscious on the table, for a second time.
Towering above Landau, Rozaline, and the two guards stationed with her, stood the FHMV, casting a faint shadow over the area as it stood in the way of the lights high above.
The nurse stood over her, inspecting her for a few moments, making sure her ports had healed well, and that the scuffle from before hadn’t caused any irreparable damage to them.
Though, as Rozaline inspected, she couldn't help but take her first, proper look at Landau. The woman was, slightly malnourished, which was to be expected from her extended period within the cell, though, despite that, she was rather toned, muscles trained through several months of recruitment training, followed by nearly a decade of active service.
Landau was lithe, obviously an incredibly fast and nimble runner, judging by the definition of her calves, as well as accustomed to holding a rifle at the ready, reflected in the tone of her arms. She had a decently toned jawline, dark eyes that are set just deep enough to have a natural shadow over them, accentuated by her messy, short black hair that just barely hangs above her eyes.
‘A pity, that what the Doctor has planned is going to change this woman so thoroughly’ Rozaline catches herself thinking. Her only concern with this woman should be a purely medical interest. So why does the idea of Landau in her prime stir something in her stomach… And a better question, why does the idea of Landau broken and drooling stir something even stronger within her…
She pushes the thoughts from her head, instinctually lowering her hands and her clipboard in front of her waist, hoping that her stray thoughts wouldn’t be obvious on her face or body.
The FMHV first trial had to begin.
Rozalines eyes shift, looking over her shoulder, and up the wall of the hangar, to something only she knew was there.
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continuing with my last post on, magic mecha
imagine how that'd fit in with the mechsplo genre/trope?
A pilot, who, once was a powerful magi, the face of a cabal of mages who would defend kingdoms, villages, homes
Until they met a normal human,
someone devoid of magic all together, but has such an innate understanding of how magic can be disrupted, they manage to shut down the pilot's magic all together, spoon feeding it back to them bit by bit until the mage becomes dependant on the human for their magic, the only way they're allowed to use it being vicariously through the mech they now pilot
would yall be interested in me workshopping something like this?
I know i'm doing Farlight right now, and doing some stuff with a few other things, but this idea has really gripped me for some reason, so, if yall would maybe want to see something in this vein, even if its just a one off short thing, please, let me know! <3
continuing with my last post on, magic mecha
imagine how that'd fit in with the mechsplo genre/trope?
A pilot, who, once was a powerful magi, the face of a cabal of mages who would defend kingdoms, villages, homes
Until they met a normal human,
someone devoid of magic all together, but has such an innate understanding of how magic can be disrupted, they manage to shut down the pilot's magic all together, spoon feeding it back to them bit by bit until the mage becomes dependant on the human for their magic, the only way they're allowed to use it being vicariously through the mech they now pilot
Painting a target with a laser guidance system. The target frantically looks to the sky for incoming missiles, preparing its anti-air capabilities. As it searches, it gets slammed from the side, a quadrepedal mech chasing the laser as the pilot inside purrs
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I want to see Mechs, but, Magic, you know what i mean?
Mechs who's power comes from like, a Lich's Phylactery, Canons who are fired when a spell sigil is completed.
Instead of thrusters, it has a magically generated Gravity well that it can manipulate to some extent to move itself around.
maybe something to work on after i finish Farlight (shameless fic plug)
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