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Captain Invictus

"Commander Of the 224'th Wolf Brigade!...Do we howl?"

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a character in “The War After”, as played by Specmarine

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"A body of steel, people used to say that while I was human...I guess I do have a body of steel now.”

Name: Captain Invictus

Age: 527

Gender: Male

Occupation: Wanderer, Former Soldier

Appearance: 5 stories high and weighing 33 tons

Equipment:

224’th brigade gun Lance: A relic of the old world, a standard issued weapon for Invictus’s brigade. Known primarily as a gun Lance, it was created for it’s role for close quarters combat. Capable of ranged fire to assist in charging formations.

224’th Medium Cavalry suit: An armored battle suit, light enough for rapid movement but also heavy enough to take hits. Comes equipped with twin-linked jet packs for flight and even capable of traveling through space.

Personality: A disciplined, stalwart, and focused individual...These traits once defined the esteemed Commander Of the 224’th Wolf Brigade and they still do...Only after many years of service his mind may be slightly damaged after going through battle after battle after battle. He now sometimes questions things he already knows, sometimes acts like he has fellow soldiers around only to think they either hid or forget he was even talking about them in the first place. Sometimes he even does some weird things like attempting to eat food. But when pushed, his discipline pulls through most of the time.

History: A ghost of the past, once serving for the Kingdom Of Verital. He was serving in the military order of his small nation in the war for honor and glory to achieve victory against their enemies. Their kingdom decided to win by all costs by asking for volunteers to give their bodies up for power to fight. And Invictus was one of the volunteers, to gain a metal body at the cost of your humanity.

For 500 years after he faced any enemies that came for their kingdom. Fighting in space, in the air, on the ground, even in the waters he risked his life every day. However upon giving his humanity he would find more glory than he ever could get, however many of his comrades in arms died around him, and for 500 years it its toll on his sanity. At the end, his kingdom was no more, and during the final battle in space he was drifting through space where he landed on a new planet. Now with nothing to do, no more orders, no more enemies. He now wanders around...A shell of his former self.

So begins...

Captain Invictus's Story

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The Wastes: Outskirts Of Scrapyard City


“Status report...Current time is...Unknown. Sun in currently shining above, location suggest morning...It’s been six months since landing...Lieutenant! How is the status of our squadron?” A voice echoed off the desert wastes as a large mechanical figure was slowly hovering forward alone. It’s body looking a bit worn and dirty no doubt from a combination of the sand and fights.

However the machine would look around as no one responded to it. And of course it would see nothing but sand and dunes. “I did not give the order to behind stealth operations. Always acting on their own! It would be nice if you guys...Oh right...I don’t have a squadron anymore...” It would nod to itself as it continued to advance forward eventually coming across what appeared to be a massive wrecked ship, and signs of civilization inside said ship.

Ah...Finally signs of civilization. His body was getting worn down, it would be nice to have some time to fix himself up. Who knows what sort of damage he took unfixed for...How long has he been here again?...Feh...Must be a glitch in his memory, it should fix itself if he just took the time to remember but for now he had his next destination. The city.

Scrapyard City


Inside the lower levels of the city, due to its immense size even this large machine can easily hover around the city with plenty of room to move around. Such a sight was of course sorta normal these days, some scavengers looked up at the machine and simply returned to scavenging. Others glanced at at the weapon they had and quickly decided against trying to attack the armored machine for parts. The machine simply began to hover in place to do a self diagnose to find out it’s own current status.

Minor external damage...Paint and body color fading...Recommended to find metal and paint...As such it began to simply scan around the hundreds upon thousands of piles for much needed components.

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Character Portrait: Lynn Harper Character Portrait: Captain Invictus

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It had taken the better part of several days since her last stop, but Lynn finally approached the outskirts of Scrapyard City. The rusted hulk of the starship that housed it was visible from miles away. A conspicuous landmark that was both defensible and easy for traders to find. Just the right ingredients for creating one of the larger communities in the region. And with a population that sizeable, Lynn was hoping that she would find at least one person who could help with her particular... problem. Or at least someone who could point her in the right direction.

Pausing only to adjust the weight of her pack, she ventured forth into the settlement proper. A short chat with the guards on duty was enough to convince them she wasn't here to start any trouble, and so they let her pass.

Lynn cautiously made her way through an area that appeared to serve as a bazaar of sorts, taking in the sights and sounds of the so-called city as she kept an eye out for a machine shop. Scrapyard City wasn't much for looks, but then again there were very few places that were. Among the stalls that were set up, there were junk dealers aplenty, but nobody who dealt with devices of a more... elaborate nature. Perhaps in places other than the city's lower levels, she might have more luck...

...But then, a battle-scarred automaton drifted in, as casually as it could manage. A very large automaton. There were few present who had a mind to get in this machine's way, and those that did very quickly thought better of it. There was even a sigh of relief from one or two individuals when it became apparent that the automaton was simply doing nothing more than floating in place. For the time being, at least.

Lynn watched the war machine for a while, trying to work out what it was doing here and why. Perhaps its memory core held information that would be useful to her? Curiosity gripped her as her mind went wild with the possibilities. She took a step forward, readying her datapad.

One of the nearby scavengers took notice, urging her, “Hey, don't go poking that thing! Who knows what it'll do?!” He kept his voice down as if the automaton would react to sound alone.

“Then I'll make sure to be careful,” came Lynn's calm reply. The man did not look fully convinced, but he made no further attempt to stop her either. Instead, he chose to put some distance between himself and her in case things went south.

With the automaton being so large, and no gantries available to physically reach its systems, it seemed that an attempt at wireless access was the only option. Assuming she could make a connection, Lynn's plan was to first find out what this automaton was currently doing and how likely it would start shooting up the place if she happened to try any serious meddling...

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Rusted scrap...Regular scrap...Girders...Rusted Girders...Well this was not quite in the level of quality compared to the quartermaster and engineering bays back home...If they even existed anymore, they were probably the same quality here come to think of it...How unfortunate, and trying to forge this scrap to fix his armor was going to be a process without any engineering bay to refit it...Wait...There’s no paint...Of course, why would there be paint in piles of scrap? It’s not scrap it’s a combination of chemicals to make colors. It was also liquid and not made of metal.

Of course the wireless access would take a small bit to get through, but eventually the woman tapping into the machine would actually get through. Although if she has dabbled with machines before she would not even one stark difference compared to automated machines. This machine seemed to be running a different program, not artificial intelligence...It seemed humanlike. But she could hear the machines thoughts.

"I think I can find enough of the right parts to fix some minor holes in my armor...I can’t find any paint as much as it pains me I I’ll have to keep the weathered look for a little while longer. I’ll have to manually shape and adjust the scrap myself...Wait a second...If I do fix my armor the color is going to stand out! Darn! It’s like shouting to the enemy that I have weak points in my armor so they can just shoot that...New priority...Find paint...” Was what she could tell. For a massive machine, it certainly was peculiar about the small things. But otherwise no directive telling it to destroy everything in sight.

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It took Lynn a minute or so to bypass whatever countermeasures the machine had to deter unauthorised user access. Either it wasn't designed to be specifically protected against this kind of intrusion, or it was and those systems had since degraded over the centuries. Regardless, she was in. And very intrigued at what she found so far.

Perhaps it was due to the sheer size of the automaton, but its core programming was much more sophisticated than what she normally came across. She had heard of engrams containing human neural patterns, but functioning specimens were so few and far between. This must have been a particularly significant war machine, she thought, to warrant such complex software.

A little further digging revealed that Lynn was able to access what served as the machine's “surface thoughts”, for lack of a better word. Quite an active little subroutine as the automaton loomed over its surroundings. Lynn set it to transmit audio to her datapad, raising an eyebrow as she listened to the chatter. For a war robot that was seemingly stuck in the past, it was surprisingly fussy about its appearance. The technician opened a communication channel with the press of a button. If she could negotiate with it, this thing could be a useful asset.

“At ease. Whoever your enemies were, I'm sure you won't find them here,” she spoke through her datapad. Her face bore a subtle yet confident smile. “If it's repairs you need, I think I might be able to help you. However, I won't be able to do this for free, especially for such an extensive job. What say you?”

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Eh...A voice?...How strange it was very clear...it was definitely like some sort of audio transition. Like a radio transition that’s right! But how strange...Only his allies could communicate unless someone or something was now accessing his system and therefor able to communicate with him! Thankfully this was not some sort of hacking attempt, he would have been alerted to a much more forceful attack like that. It would appear that someone was offering to repair his armor for a fee. Must have been an engineer nearby patching into his communications link. But payment...Right! He just needed to pull out his wallet and!...Wait...He had no wallet or money...That was a problem.

"It would be unusual to see my foes here anyways since all of our nations are beyond repair. However, I do require the need of engineering work done to my body. I am Captain Invictus, Commander Of the 224’th Wolf Brigade. As long as you are not coming at me with hostile intent then I am indeed able to trust you...Excuse the formalities, old habit never go away. Oh, and if you see a red skull flying around make sure you kick it!...It’s probably bad...But regardless, I have no means of payment for your services. I do not have my wallet on me.” The machine replied back. As it did it would seem like it was stopping its search to communicate with the voice.

It’s been awhile indeed since he used radio transmission! This was indeed a once in a lifetime opportunity no doubt!...Maybe not actually...Yeah, radios were never really amazing...But for now, he had contact with an unknown who seemed friendly enough...Friendly...That’s a foreign word for him...

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Character Portrait: Dr. Addler Character Portrait: Aster "Siren" Thrace Character Portrait: Allyson Beckett Character Portrait: Lynn Harper Character Portrait: Captain Invictus

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Lumina who was previously paying attention to her superior would now find herself catching sight of a large war machine hovering through the city. "R-Ro-," she muttered, the first utterance she has made in quite some time. The mouse of a man had likely crawled away by now, likely to evade any kind of fee for the... likely mutant nurse's services.

"What was that? No, never mind, I can see it from here. Just ignore it, we don't get involved with... automatons," the doctor said to Lumina, a clear tone of discontent at mention of the machine. It was no mystery that the doctor had little to no regard for mechanical entities, aside from as tools, machinery to him would never replace the delicate subtleties of biology. "Besides, who knows, it may mark you as a threat or something. You wouldn't exactly radiate a human signal, regardless of noble intent. Best to be on the safe side and return immediately."

Lumina sighed, but wouldn't be disobedient, and took off again at a decent pace, keeping watch on the machine for any movement. Her destination was to make her way back to the clinic, the supplies in tow were of importance to maintain the medical machinery, and... other facility operations.

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Lynn listened to what the machine - referring to itself as Invictus - had to say in response. She nodded along to its chatter in a bid to be polite, though she made a mental note to keep an eye out for anything resembling a flying red skull, on the off chance that there were other remnants of the same battles that Invictus had taken part in.

“Indeed... I suppose payment would be difficult to negotiate,” she mused. “Perhaps barter, though if you were here looking for parts then I'm not sure you'd have something that might interest me...”

The technician's gaze turned to the door of the bar as she heard it open, revealing a robed woman in a curious mask who appeared to gawk at Invictus for a moment, before briskly walking off. A strange-looking woman indeed, but as Lynn herself was hardly one to talk, she paid it little mind. There were more important matters at hand. She folded her arms, brow furrowed in thought. Perhaps... yes, it was a long shot, but she needed whatever leads she could get her hands on.

“Come to think of it... I might be interested in some information. Whatever you may know of a certain kind of pre-collapse technology. If not, then I could always hire your assistance in exchange for the repairs. Speaking of which, surely there must be an intact hangar bay somewhere in this derelict. Any idea if there might be some proper equipment on the upper levels, Invictus?”

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Character Portrait: Dr. Addler Character Portrait: Lynn Harper Character Portrait: Captain Invictus

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Technology?...Oh right, they were inside some sort of ship. And information...Of course! He has been alive for quite a long while! He knew plenty of things! And in exchange he could get fixed up. Of course anything regarding his army will be classified but this could work.

"I see...You desire information. But of course, I can tell you about many different things. Like this ship, by its design it’s a capital ship, perhaps a flagship...It must have been hit by a multitude of kinetic weaponry once its shields broke down...Judjing by its location and state the upper decks might be stable...With all the rubble in the way it might be hiding a large enough hanger for my form along with untouched parts...Or it may contain...Enemy soldiers hiding in the shadows!...Wait...No in that case people would have sent a distress signal and be evacuated...We might find skeletons instead. But I accept these terms in exchange for being repaired!” The machine spoke.

Of course it’s sensors picked up the sight of a female humanoid figure walking. How strange...Looked like a doctor. Well he was machine so doctors was not the best for him. Oh well.

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Just on the outskirts of Scrapyard City, a worn down building barely stood above the dust, a worn insignia on the door, D17, designated its previous functions as a subterranean research facility. Thanks to the crash, however, much of the lower levels have fallen into ruin, along with much of the staff, leaving only the upper floors still accessible, now functioning more as a... somewhat dubious medical facility.

Pretty well the only living human that remains in the facility is Doctor Hayden Addler. To the very few that know him, he's a strange but kind man, to others, he is seen as a mad doctor cast straight from the tales of Frankenstein.

He stood at the sliding doors of the facility, mouth covered to protect against the dust, awaiting Lumina's return with the supplies, while keeping a watch. Now that she had incentive, she hurried along, exiting the city and skidding down into the wastes at a quick pace to her superior's position, all handled with more grace than typical of a human. The doctor knew what he was doing, sending her instead of any others to retrieve supplies. She was perfect for errands, a sleek delicate form in appearance that does not inspire fear, while still strong enough to carry back any needed supplies.

She stood in front of the doctor, materials in tow. "hAy!" she yelped joyfully in an endearing, if not somewhat shrill voice.

"A bit late, aren't you?" Hayden asked rhetorically, folding his arms and giving the nurse a stern look. She, in turn lowered her head. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Well..." he continued, shrugging his shoulders and softening his tone, patting her on the head. "I'm... sure you had your reasons, but you know how important these parts are. These cannisters should keep things going for a while longer," he said, taking the bag from Lumina, straining a bit and nearly stumbling back from its weight. Lumina shudders, ready to help him should he stumble, or at least continue carrying the bag for him. "I'm... fine! This is nothing!"

With that the two prepared to enter the facility. Hayden taking a glance back at Scrapyard City as he headed in. "Just goes to show you, though... machines are such a clumsy reliance. That is why I take liberties to make a few confiscations here and there to make sure something doesn't blow up. Safety, my dear Lumina, it save lives, whether they appreciate it or not."

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