Weapon Rank:
F- to A+
Weapons Grade:
Common
Uncommon
Rare
Unique
Epic
Mythic
Legendary
Godly
Planet Class:
E to SSS+
Neramo: Fret not, for I shall find a way to combine them! Also, Pyrrha didn't kill her own men (sort-of), merely knocked all of them unconscious one way or another. It's completely normal for a half-god mother and her enhanced instincts. Besides, how would you feel if your own child, one not even reaching their first year of age, be surrounded by soldiers trained to kill and completely take out the opposition? Cause I'd certainly be VERY concerned, they're bad influences on the mind of a toddler y'know.
XxOmNiPoTent PriMorDial GodxX: Yes, a combination that'll hurt my brain trying to do, but I'll manage nonetheless. Also, shush, Michael isn't becoming arrogant at all. Nope! Definitely not, 'sides, he's got his wives to keep him in check.
Gazagunmen: Mm, Sneak Peaks are something I'm hesitant to type up but then again, there's no definite time when said Sneak Peak will happen. Regardless, Michael finding Esdeath's planet through galactic exploration or multiverse travel is something I will not reveal as it is a 50/50 chance of it being either one (OR both, if given enough time).
Pregnancies uhm... They will in-fact remain normal, but future lovers on the other hand? Yeah, you can figure out what'll happen if you can guess the women who'll receive said treatment. So basically, you will get to enjoy many chapters with the NORMAL aging children of Michael.
In regards to the previous-previous chapter, I'd like to think I did fairly well in describing the battle but now that you mention it, they do seem a bit too evenly-matched. At the start of the battle, ODDTs and Aerial craft were deployed first as the vanguard, which was a mistake in-of-itself as the ODDTs are just that, DEFENSE TOWERS. They were more fit for the lockdown of urban areas or places where Imperial forces already have boots on the ground. Even with fighter and bomber support, they were easily overwhelmed and the former/latter were busy dealing with the swarms of aerial Grimm (which numbered in the millions). It was only till then that orbital bombardment - still incredibly dangerous - was authorized and the tide of battle was turned, and the ending clearly showed Imperial forces holding back the Grimm with superior firepower but the Grimm compensated with vast numbers, millions of Grimm versus a quarter million Imperial forces. Still though, Tyranids would probably be able to be held back by Imperial forces but only for a time until they would eventually be overrun.
UndeadLord22: Ah, right-o then! Maintaining a character's personality is incredibly difficult, something that I'm failing right now and throwing the full blame onto Michael's CHR stat what-with the somewhat OOC Pyrrha, Velvet, Glynda, and Winter. It's no doubt easier for many other authors, and I'm not one of them.
Eye of Sauron: The amount of planets that the Imperium occupies - or has colonized - would be around two to three dozen, something I'm too lazy to specify about. Domains on the other hand, do not be mistaken that they are FULL gods as they're only half-immortals, the domains are something that they will receive in the future, but not now. If you must know (SPOILERS), Glynda is the goddess of Knowledge, Strategy, and Magic, Pyrrha is the goddess of Victory, Battle, and the season of Fall. Velvet is the goddess of Nature, Kindness, and CQC, Winter is the goddess of Snow, Discipline, and Combat. Michael himself is the god of Light, Time, Order, and Archery.
AN: Thank you all for your lovely reviews, it's motivation and encouragement for me to continue onwards with this story. :)
Previously on The Traversing Gamer...
Luxuria was a means to even the odds, even with us being far more powerful than all of them combined I'd rather not have us surrounded on all sides by enemy forces. I opened the chamber of Luxuria, six bullets with wisps of green coming off them were present and I clicked it back to its place as I raised both Gula and Luxuria, pointed towards the vanguard of the enemy phalanx. Oh this will be so much fun~!
Now...
(Unknown Planet - Alnus Hill - Surrounding Area)
(Michael's POV - 30 Minutes Later)
I threw an enemy soldier over my shoulder, sending him flying towards Pyrrha as she swung her javelin in a wide arc, decapitating half a dozen enemy soldiers just in time for her to turn around and slam her heel into the man's chest - no doubt breaking a few ribs. It was like this during the duration of the battle, with my wives and I doing double takedowns on enemy soldiers - which did wonders to enhance our teamwork - but we were far from the perfect team as it was closer to morning than I had thought.
I side-stepped an incoming spear, and pistol-whipped said user of the spear with Luxuria, breaking his nose and causing him to stagger backwards where I fired a round from Gula into his head. As the man's soul went into Gula, I closed the pop-up from it immediately as to not get distracted in the heat of battle just in time to hop away from a volley of arrows that struck the ground of my previous position. I quickly holstered Gula and drew Luxuria with one hand on the trigger and the other on the hammer with the intent to fan it. However, before I could convert the archers to my side, Observation Haki warned me of a Wyvern coming in for a strike to which I leaped backwards and did a back handspring, avoiding the gaping maw of the beast by mere inches as it swooped by.
I brought Luxuria out of its fanning position and aimed it at the rider of the Wyvern with the intent of having aerial assistance, and one less enemy rider to deal with. With the precision expected from that of an expert, I shot Luxuria at the Wyvern's rider, which pierced the side of his leg. The rider's cry of pain was cut-off when he started glowing a bright green, and soon retained that faint outline as he turned towards his now former-allies with hostile intent - much to his former-comrades shock and surprise.
[Luxuria Converted Enemies] - [54]
There were a few enemy soldiers that had the faint green outline of being turned into my allies, although they were severely outnumbered they compensated for their skill considering I shot the ones whom looked important or looked different from the average enemy soldier. I ducked under a high blow from a sword, and side kicked the latter's wielder with a Haki and light-infused foot, easily killing the normal man.
I jumped backwards and bumped into the back of Glynda, whom jabbed a pig-man-thing... With a Haki-infused riding crop to the chest, instantly breaking its armor and sending it flying backwards where it collided with a group of enemy soldiers.
"Glynda, you ever do something like this during your time as a Huntress?" I asked her as I deflected a sword with Luxuria.
"Yes, but I had fought the Grimm instead, rather than this!." She replied, kicking an enemy soldier with a Haki-infused leg.
She and I fought back to back, covering each other's blind spots as we cut down swaths of enemy soldiers, any remaining soldiers that turned to our side via Luxuria were killed by their own former-comrades, but that wouldn't make any difference as most of the enemy soldiers were killed. However, before we could continue, my sensory skills alerted me to the thousands - and gathering - of enemy soldiers a mile away from us and they continued to increase in number as they entered through the range of my senses. I froze as the number rose to around two hundred thousand, and I turned to Glynda - whom no doubt felt their presence as well - with concern.
"Do you sense them?" I asked, looking towards where they gathered up, but were not visible to the naked eye.
"I do..." She muttered, most likely in shock considering if the two hundred thousand or so people were indeed enemies, then it is quite concerning that they have such numbers at their disposal.
While I could continue on fighting, my wives couldn't considering that they don't have the same abilities as I do, possibly becoming more tired and stressed as it is right now - something that I will forbid from happening with both Pyrrha and Glynda being pregnant. With my mind made up, I holstered Luxuria in my coat and picked up Glynda bridal style, with her giving an adorable surprised yelp. She gave me a light glare, which was hard to take seriously considering the light blush across her face.
"Sorry, but we're making a 'tactical' retreat, can't have you in danger now." I told her, shifting my arms under her ever-so slightly. "Pyrrha! Velvet! Winter! We're falling back, Cross, cover our retreat."
With that, I spun around on the balls of my feet and set off with a brisk pace towards the Imperial defensive line with my wives in tow - barring Glynda, whom was in my arms - as Cross followed a few dozen steps behind us. As I dashed back to the defensive line, I heard the distant sounds of Cross firing his coins at any lingering enemy soldiers giving chase, and severals Imperial Marines from behind the sandbags spotted us just as we neared them.
I hopped over the small wall of sandbags, with Pyrrha, Velvet, and Winter followed soon thereafter as the surrounding soldiers kneeled to us which also reminded me to get to know my own wives better as I only have canon information on them, exploring the surrounding terrain after this situation would be a sort-of romantic date(?) - as romantic as possible being shadowed by our elite guards. Although, those thoughts did make me realize how much of a horrible husband I must be, so far I had only trained alongside them to prevent any sort of harm from happening to them, hardly romantic - and I'm going to rectify that as soon as possible.
"Michael," Glynda cut in through my thoughts, "can you let me down now?"
I blinked before chuckling embarrassedly, "Sorry, a bit lost in thought there." I told her, gently letting her down on her feet.
"Yes, something that's happening quite often now." She replied concernedly. "Are you okay Michael?"
"I'm fine Glynda, it's fine." I soothed her, "Just concerned about the potential enemy forces approaching."
Whilst she looked unconvinced, she merely accepted my words as more of my own forces began moving to and fro around the base to bring up their defenses once more as they had just spotted the encroaching forces. I ran a hand through my hair in slight frustration, taking down Salem and her pawns would be good right about now, one less problem to deal with as I can't completely focus on two universes at once. I was fortunate enough to start an empire of my own, my own military - while capable - could only perform area lock down operations as of right now, something they're quite good at. Although, I suppose it's time to take a small break for once, and I drew a folding chair from my inventory and laid it out behind the sandbag wall, content to enjoy the show for now.
(Remnant - Valean Skies - Atlesian Transport)
(Third Person POV)
"Attention, Atlesian vessel, you are entering restricted Imperial airspace, identify yourself or we will be forced to shoot you down." Vale ATC chimed in, a stern woman behind the communications.
"Uh, Miss Schnee?" The pilot called back to his transport's one passenger as the warning was repeated. "We have a slight problem."
Weiss walked up into the cockpit, slightly annoyed at being awoken. "What is it?" She asked, exasperated and the warning repeated once again. "Oh..."
Weiss, still having been stripped of her status of heiress of the Schnee Dust Company even with Michael preventing her outburst during the after-party of her concert had escaped the Schnee estate, going off to find her sister, Winter. She was left in the dark for the whereabouts of her teammates, but she had only a few people she could go to, and even less about where she knew where they were at and her sister and Michael were the only ones considering their Galactic Imperium is widespread - something she's still quite salty about.
"Yeah... I'll have to turn this ship around." He told her.
"What?! No! I didn't come this far to be turned around so easily!" Weiss said angrily.
"Well, what do you suppose we do then lady?! I don't want to get shout out of the Oum-forsaken skies!"
"Tell-Tell them that I'm on board," She told him, clinging onto false hope that her relation to Winter and being the former-teammate of Michael would grant them access.
"This is your final warning! Identify-" The pilot cut her off, having no time to protest to Weiss.
"This is ATS-084, I-uh, have a VIP on-board, her name is Weiss Schnee." He said nervously, and Vale ATC went silent.
"...Proceed to Hangar Twelve, we will provide a flight course, do not deviate from its path or it will be seen as an act of hostility." ATC finally said.
"Got it control."
Weiss breathed out a sigh of relief, actually relieved that her name some sway among Imperial forces with her connection to Winter and Michael. She stood in the doorframe of the cockpit, watching as the Atlesian ship flew closer to its destination, a pair of Wasps providing escort. The pilot was quite nervous, if his shaking hands on the controls were any indication, but one can assume that on the threat of being blasted out of the sky should he disobey Imperial orders one would be nervous.
With the airship landing on solid ground, the pair of Wasps flew off, and a duo of Teutonic Knights stood outside the ship's ramp in their place as ground escort. While Teutonic Knights served as peacekeepers and police, they were also the de-facto emissaries and messengers for Michael and his wives should there be no Praetorians or Queens' Guards present. They just merely didn't hold as much power as the latter and former, only having the authority to takeover situations regarding their Emperor or Empresses.
"Miss Schnee," One Teutonic Knight said, bowing his head briefly to her as she walked down the ramp, Myrtenaster's case held in-front of her. "We're here to escort you to Thessaly, please follow us."
She was surprised, but also somewhat internally-elated to be one of the few natives - so far - to leave Remnant and travel through space. As she followed the duo of Teutonic Knights, the pilot of the airship was being spoken to by a pair of Blackwatch Agents - per their protocol to prevent threats to the Galactic Imperium. He would most likely never be seen again, with but a slim chance to leave with his life and his airship intact, but still unlikely nonetheless.
(Thessaly - Orbit - ODP Installation 009)
(Third Person POV - 1100)
Orbital Defense Platform Installation 009 is one of dozens of orbital defenses over Thessaly, each of them being built at a remarkable speed along with reserve platforms being built during the time dilation over the planet, each of them being retrofitted with a standard Super-MAC and half a dozen laser batteries along with one contingent of Sabre fighters. However, there are plans to develop a new type of orbital defense - the Aegis-Class Star Fortress - a massive star-like structure that's ten times the size of a standard ODP (1.33km in Height, 789m in Width) with enough armaments to theoretically take on a Defender-Class Dreadnought/Supercarrier one-on-one. Regardless, today ODP 009 would receive one very concerning message from the frontier of Imperial space from a Pathfinder team.
Commodore Mara Tharamel, the first naval officer to first see and serve Michael would just so happen to be visiting the very same ODP on said day. The reasons for her visit are unimportant, nothing really worthy noting other than a routine inspection on the defenses of Thessaly. Even with over seven hundred warships and counting in the system along with ships in nearby systems being able to respond quickly to threats, they are anything but lax in their security.
"Ma'am, we have a problem on the main deck, it requires your attention." A naval crewman spoke to Mara as she inspected the station's armory. "Communication buoys connecting to the edge and beyond of known Imperial-space have forwarded an urgent message to us from a Pathfinder team."
"Oh?" She spoke up, worried. "That is quite concerning, take me there immediately."
Mara Tharamel has changed much from her days as officer for the Retribution, receiving an instant promotion after her former ship was updated with the newest equipment at the Galactic Imperium's disposal for being the first to loyally serve their God-Emperor. With her promotion, she received command over a Valiant-Class Super Heavy Cruiser and two Paris-Class Heavy Frigates as an added benefit, something that many others whom share the same rank with Mara feel a tad-bit jealous about.
Several security officers or crewmen that she passed by saluted to her as she followed briskly after the crewman to the command deck of the orbital platform, intent on seeking out the threats to Michael's own Imperium.
As she entered the command center, the staff were in a frenzy as they moved to and fro between consoles and several nearby crewmen whom spotted her saluted immediately before returning to their posts. The ODP's overseer met Mara with a grim expression on his face, clearly showing that the situation was more dire than she had previously thought.
"Commodore Tharamel," The overseer greeted, "I'm glad you came."
"Of course, I came here as fast as I could, your man here said it was an emergency." She told him, briefly gesturing to the crewman that brought her. "Now, what's the situation?"
"Right, three hours ago a communications buoy forwarded a message to us from a Zero-class Frigate, priority message." The overseer gestured towards a terminal, "Our AI is currently working on translating whatever was left of the message."
"Whatever was left?" She asked curiously.
"Yeah, the message was heavily corrupted by the time it got to us, we're salvaging what we can." He replied, hands clasped behind his back. "However, it did come up as a priority message, while it could be false, we won't take any chances and prepared a priority message for High Command just in-case."
"Good, let's hope it isn't anything too ba-" Mara was cut off by the AI at the terminal.
"Overseer, you might want to come look at this."
"Nereus, what is it?" The overseer asked. "Did you translate the message?"
"That's the thing... Come hear this." Nereus - the now identified AI - told him.
Both Mara and the overseer walked up to the terminal, where Nereus stood on a small platform, revealing a completely blue man with a trident in hand and the lower half of his body being part-fish. As they stood next to the terminal, Nereus played the partially-corrupted message with a flick of his wrist.
"This is Pathfinder - *** - we have made first - *** - with a - *** - alien force - *** - they are not - *** - I repeat! Not friendly! - *** - We have forwarded all information on - *** - Raise the fle-! Shit! - **** -"
"That's all I managed to translate overseer, however, it can be assumed that Pathfinder Team Epsilon-04 and their ship has been lost with all hands." Nereus spoke up, having the AI equivalent of a grim expression. "It'll take a few days to scramble up a response fleet overseer, I've sent High Command the priority message along with the Pathfinder's."
The overseer cursed under his breath, "By the time a response force has been formed the unknowns will be long gone, and we cannot have a threat lurking around beyond known space."
"I'll head there." The overseer's head snapped to Mara, whom shared the same grim expression as him. "My ships will investigate overseer, and hopefully find out what happened to the Pathfinders."
The overseer breathed out a sigh of relief, "Thank you Commodore, hopefully this is all just a misunderstanding."
"We can only hope overseer, only hope." She merely said, before turning around and walking away.
(Unknown Planet - Alnus Hill - Fort Gate)
(Michael's POV - Two Hours Later)
I shivered as I felt an intense foreboding feeling of death, certainly not directed at me, but rather... My people. I couldn't help but feel worried about what was happening back on Thessaly, but I know that my people could take care of themselves.
Regardless, what mattered now was the large force of two-hundred thousand encamped beyond a few hills away from the base, while I have the utmost confidence in Colonel Hei's forces holding back an enemy that has superior numbers. I'd best even out the odds as Colonel Hei was outnumbered, two-hundred thousand to Colonel Hei's three thousand, no matter the confidence I had in them.
"Michael," Pyrrha spoke up from behind me. "I-I'm feeling a bit ill."
I turned around and saw that Pyrrha looked a bit too nauseous for my own liking, and I was at her side instantly with the only healing spell I had at my disposal - something that should probably be rectified in the future - focused around my hands. I began waving my hands that were infused with (Divine Healing) all over her body, intent on healing whatever damage happened to her, be it physical or mental damage. However, I stopped when she grabbed my wrist mid-swipe, I looked up at her and saw that she had a small smile, clearly touched by my concern.
"I'm okay Michael, don't overreact. I-I'm sure it's just one of the symptoms of pregnancy."
"Ah, that's right..." I muttered to myself. "Pyrrha, I want you to take it easy and I certainly don't want you to continue fighting if you keep displaying such symptoms. If you hesitate for a moment in battle cause of these symptoms and get hurt, I wouldn't forgive myself knowing that it could've been avoided with this knowledge."
"I won't endanger myself... or our baby Michael, I'll stay out of the fight." She told me, gently stroking her abdomen - which had already begun showing signs of her being pregnant.
"I'm sorry Pyrrha, we'll have to hold back on fighting any enemies and just enjoy our trip here." I said, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Let's just have the Imperial Marines handle it from here on out."
"Mm," She hummed, nuzzling into my shoulder as we stood there in a loving embrace.
"Now," I said, releasing her from my embrace. "Let's go check on the others."
I grasped onto her hand, not willing to let Pyrrha out of my sight as we explored the base with Imperial Marines moving around in a frenzy with the occasional ISF Commando, Blackwoods Summoner, or Emperor's Fist among them. It was safe to say that the enemy has yet to deploy their forces, and are merely waiting and/or strategizing.
A deep guttural roar alerted me to a biomechanical dragon(?) flying overhead, easily the size of a Pelican. Huh, I mused, it appears that Winter's own dedicated legion has come through the Gate as the dragon patrolled along the outskirts of the base's defenses. Its rider - from my eyes - had a SRS 99-Series 5 Anti-Material Rifle, with an unusually elongated magazine round compared to other variations of the rifle.
I turned around and spotted Winter, standing in the stance of a officer in the military, in front of six of her forces - whom were kneeling down with fists clasped to their chests in a line, their mounts were behind them. These soldiers, if I can recall, are named Winter's Howling Might, soldiers much like the Spear Point of Chaos in terms of armor with a thin vest lined with Adamantium threading. Their combat style on the other hand, is a complete opposite of the SPC, with WHM being long-range combatants fighting from a distance or from the skies. Most, if not all, of the WHM are capable of calling forth a blizzard to a certain degree, regardless of weather conditions. They're certainly an interesting people, and their name represents Winter herself in terms of appearance and her name, and some were willing to take up her original personality of being a cold and stern soldier to others. Definitely interesting.
The soldiers in white and blue then abruptly stood up from their kneeling positions and turned around to mount their dragons, leaving behind Winter with a beaming smile of pride. Winter definitely took pride in the soldiers that were formed just for her, then again, it could just be her inner-Specialist speaking.
"Hey Winter!" I called out to her, and she turned towards me.
"Michael, Pyrrha," She greeted with a warm smile. "How are you?"
"I'm feeling a bit ill, but other than that, I'm doing swell." Pyrrha returned the greeting. "How about you Winter?"
"I'm doing fine, and you Michael? Still lost in thought these days?"
I chuckled in embarrassment, "Yeah, I should probably stop doing that."
"No," Winter waved her hand dismissively. "It's fine, as long as it doesn't get in the way of important matters... Or personal matters." A light blush spread across her cheeks, and I raised an eyebrow.
"'Personal matters?'" I asked, curious as to what she was referring to.
"I-It's nothing!" She uncharacteristically squeaked.
"Whatever you say, dear." I smirked, she blushed and I gave her a chaste kiss. "You coming with us for an early breakfast?"
"Of course, are you gathering the others?"
"Yes, of course. I'd rather not eat without any of you present." I told her, and presented her with my free hand. "Now, shall we go?"
"We shall." She replied curtly, and grabbed ahold of my hand.
Pyrrha, Winter, and myself walked through the base, with nearby soldiers kneeling to us. It was a bit early in the morning, but my forces were alert and ready to respond to any potential threats that the new force would present. Cross and the other members of our guard were scattered around the base, handing in hourly reports on any activity both outside and within the base's parameters. Soon enough, I found both Glynda and Velvet, the former reading and the latter was on her knees, tending to a patch of exotic flowers that I've never seen before, although she did shift nervously.
"Velvet, Glynda." I greeted them, catching their attention.
"Michael." Glynda nodded at me with a smile.
Velvet on the other hand, rushed towards me and tackled me to the ground with an oomph.
"Uhm, Velvet why'd you-" I was cut off when she smashed her lips onto mine.
Velvet - the normally shy girl - was clearly not acting as she usual would, exhibiting a completely different personality right now. I swore she warned me of something like this, but I'm having difficulty recalling it considering that she was starting to use tongue in our lip-lock. I couldn't move, and I certainly did not want to push her off me, what were the others even doing?! They should've pulled her off of me by now. I tried to look behind Velvet as far as possible, and I saw them shifting nervously, and Pyrrha looked like she wanted to help but restrained herself. What the fu-!
Oh in the name of Gaia, Velvet's Faunus side did come with a side-effect, a... mating season to be exact. Now I realize why she had already wanted to have kids a few days ago, she had warned me whilst she was still in control of herself. She eventually pulled back, a string of saliva connecting between our lips, her eyes full of unbridled lust.
...Fuck me.
Galatic Imperium Event Calendar:
Updated: 10:44, 4/23/1 RTE (Return of The Emperor)
-A Pathfinder Team in the frontier of known-Imperial space goes dark, and only a message was what remained of their last whereabouts. Commodore Mara Tharamel volunteers her own ships to investigate with the chance of a hostile first contact.
-Aegis-Class Star Fortress goes under first iteration, prototype is to be completed at an estimated time of six months.
AN: I'm so sorry with this update, I'm a week late for a new chapter to be posted, ;-; forgive me.
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Lieutenant (Now Commodore) Mara Tharamel of The Imperial Royal Navy is in first place with eight votes, Captain-General Marcus Cross of The Praetorian Guard is at second place with five votes to his name. General Janatis Fayden is at third place with three votes to his name, Warlord of Imperial Military HIGHCOM is at fourth place with two votes to his name. Captain Hajime Kai of ISF Fireteam Legacy, General Velnon Zeracly of The Blackwoods Summoners, and General Phaeton White of The Imperial Special Forces are all tied for fifth place with one vote to each of their names.
Pyrrha Nobles
Titles:
First Goddess-Empress of the Galactic Imperium - You are revered as a goddess and an empress by many, so much so that the title becomes reality, access to S-X Security Clearance, MAX REP to all Imperials.
Wife of Michael Nobles - This title is permanent, allowing for you to be aware of your husband's movements and if they're in immediate danger. Will not take available title slots. Grants shared inventory and (Minor) access to (The Gamer).
Goddess of Victory - Due to winning three consecutive matches in a row in the Mistral Regional Tournament and being seen for your impressive skill in combat you are seen as a goddess among the public. +50 Fame
Race: Divine Entity [False]
Level: 84
EXP: 9,850/16,800
HP: 52,920/52,920 (Regeneration: 840 HP per minute) (Increased by 2,000% for Worship)
MP: 859,950/859,950 (Regeneration: 8,600 MP per minute) (Increased by 2,000% for Worship)
AP: 21,600/21,600 (Regeneration: 10,800 AP per hour)
STR: 94
VIT: 84 (30 HP per point, 10 HP regeneration per point)
AGI: 74
INT: 91 (150 MP per point)
WIS: 86 (100 MP regeneration per point)
CHR: 59 (30 = 89)
LUC: 19
AUR: 72 (300 AP per point, 150 AP regeneration per point)
Description: Pyrrha Nobles, formerly Pyrrha Nikos, is a native from Mistral, and is married to (Michael Nobles). Pyrrha was once a renown celebrity for winning the Mistral Regional Tournament three times in a row, much to her later ire as most people saw Pyrrha only for her fame. Although, that changed when she went to Beacon Academy, meeting those who saw past her fame - one of those people being Michael - right up until the events of the Fall of Beacon. Now, she is a Goddess-Empress of the Galactic Imperium, living a happy life with Michael and his other wives - which she was a bit peeved about sharing him.
CHALLENGE:-! I have a challenge for you folks! This one will be ongoing throughout the whole story, create another military branch BUT! In dedication to each of the women in Michael's harem, for example, Pyrrha would have the Nike Legion (Nike - The Greek Goddess of Victory) with them being a CQC based branch with few firearms, they serve as her personal army and field agents alongside the Queens' Guard and Praetorian Guard.
So basically!
Their patron, name, numbers, combat focus, weaponry, origins, purpose!
I look forward to your submissions guys!
Pyrrha - (Submission Received)
Velvet - (Submission Received)
Glynda - (Submission Received)
Winter - (Submission Received)
Erza Scarlet - (Available)
Mirajane Strauss - (Available)
Athena - (Available)
Boa Hancock - (Available)
Saeko Busujima - (Available)
Esdeath - (Submission Received)
Leone - (Available)
Artemis - (Available)
Gabriel - (Submissions Received)
Hestia - (Submission Received)
Wonder Woman - (Available)
SOLUTION: Gabriel (Submission)
Patron: Gabriel
Name: The Holy Celestial Legion
Numbers: N/A
Combat Focus: Members of HCL have no mainline style of fighting, as they are no standard force of soldiers like the Imperial Marines, or the Imperial Special Forces. Each of them is more-or-less a jack of all trades.
Weaponry: HCL members do not have a mainstream weapon, but they do prefer non-firearm weapons such as swords, maces, spears, or bows that are capable of handling the stress of holding their elemental powers.
Origins: Comprised of creations that both Michael and Gabriel themselves created, they were formed originally as a peacekeeping force and now, hunters of extra-dimensional threats to both Michael and Gabriel. They were formed with one elemental power granted by random to each of them, serving as the new watchers in place of the First Generation of creations of Michael (Sentinels).
Purpose: Peacekeepers and Extra-dimensional hunters created to protect and serve, basically a divine version of the police/FBI. Their main thought process is to keep the peace, by any means necessary should it come to that, along with the protection of their 'parents' (Michael and Gabriel).