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what happens when im left with my thoughts for too long and cant think of anything else? you get this fuckin thing
basically aliens attacked the world developed power armor like suits and all that jazz
dead dove and angst cause PTSD and trauma and all that jazz
updated cause i missed a ozone and had a violent reaction
Builders update, now you got comanies who make the apexes and as of right now theirs 4
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the basic apex is the standard module most people have a chance to uses its a light exo skeleton like system that connects to the pilots limbs and base of the skull, they usually have minimal armor and are uses for jobs like search and rescue, construction, and others like them, these have the lower strength boost only being 5 times and are also commonly used as trainers for pilots the advance series of suits, basic's have power ports on the forearms allowing the uses of core specific tool like saw, jaws of life, and jackhammers, they run off of the dust byproduct of ancient hearts carving
advance apex are the full version of a primal core they are stronger faster then the basic, they usually fully cover the pilot when worn with a full face helmet with comms and built in scanners, unlike the basic apex the advance has multiple ports on the arms back and legs for more attachments, the advance apex's boost the pilots strength and speed by 20 times and are primarily used by the military's of the world and take many forms, tight and lightly armored for pilots who want speed or bulky heavy duty
weapons built for a apex can take various forms but are usually unless the pilot desires larger then any normal person can effectively uses, they can be ranged or melee, hand held or mounted to one of them several mounting points, some weapons are physical using shell based ammo being a blunt or bladed weapon, but some uses ancient heart energy, condensing it into a blast, a explosion or blade
the Veyrakh are a alien species that take many forms but what is consistent for this is their black and white like armor around a glowing green core in their chest, they stand between 1.5 meters to 20 meter's tall. several note worth forms are winged versions dubbed 'blitzes' less durable but they swarm, and heavy armored ones dubbed 'breachers' who main attack seems to be charging laser firing ones dubbed 'rails' and several other rarer kinds
Mammoth arms: are a manufacturer who apexes are built to be durable and strong all be it simple, while they dont handle energy weapons as well as other their frames can take a beating and stay working, their simple designs even allow for easier maintenance and their weapons usually are physical like hammers blades and shields while their guns uses shells, and are usually named after big animal and predators
TCA (the containment agency): are a smaller privately own builder of apexes why are also the largest researcher into Veyrakh's anatomy giving them a far deeper understanding of the enemy and also influenced their apexes designs to a degree being some of the few apexes to achieve flight with out purpose built flight units, their founder is only know as one Kyōki .V
R.U.R.P.: are known for their cheap frames, they are usually building off of designs from previous generations of other manufacturers but that carved out a niche for dirty cheap easy to fix and highly modifiable frames for civilian and military use
Bijn E.C.M: is one of the most expensive manufacturers, they make extremely personalized apexes, those all their apexes are of a light weight and elegant design they usually carter to the rich and their apexes are some of the hardest to fix and maintain tho they are also some of the best if you have the money for them
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a futurist world recovering from a attack by a otherworldly force the Veyrakh, 40% of the world has been taken over by the Veyrakh but humanity persists after developing primal cores shortened to apex's power suits that enhances the pilots strength and speed which means you need fewer to fight the Veyrakh then before
there is a school in each major nations has their own school for teaching about the Veyrakh and how to pilot apexs,
this world has both humans and anthro animals
History around the turn of humanity's evolution several animals split off into anthro species along side humanity
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The main gate of the academy loomed against a bruised orange sky, the structure a fusion of old-world stone and newly reinforced steel plating. Scorch marks still darkened the outer walls from the last Veyrakh push, a reminder that this place sat closer to the front lines than most would like to admit. The flag overhead hung limp, embroidered with the symbol of the global piloting initiative. It was a testament to how much the world had changed in the last decade—that a school, not a fortress, had become humanity's best hope.
Inside the courtyard, the air carried the smell of fresh concrete, mixed with the distant hum of charging apex units being calibrated in the hangar bays below. Recruits of all shapes and sizes moved in clusters, their voices low and tense, each one carrying the weight of the recent attacks. A tall, grey-furred wolf with a scarred snout stood by the check-in table, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as he scanned every new arrival. His name was Sergeant Orrin Voss, a veteran pilot who'd traded his advance apex for a teaching position after the Siege of Meridian. He didn't smile much, but there was a certain approval in his gaze when he saw fresh faces who didn't flinch at the sound of distant artillery.
The check-in process was straightforward, but the atmosphere made it feel like a trial. Recruits were handed a small datapad, their names logged, their basic stats recorded for initial placement. A few were already being led toward the simulation rooms for aptitude tests, their footsteps echoing against the polished floor. Others stood in awkward silence, clutching the straps of their bags, wondering who here would become a rival, an ally, or neither. The recruitment numbers were higher this year—the war demanded it.
Near the entrance to the main hall, a small group of instructors observed the flow of newcomers. Among them was a vixen with sleek red fur and a pair of thin-framed glasses perched on her muzzle, her tail flicking with quiet interest as she typed notes into a tablet. Doctor Elara Venn, head of apex integration studies, was known for her sharp mind and sharper tongue. She tilted her head slightly, her ears swiveling toward the gate as another figure stepped through the threshold. She didn't approach, but her eyes lingered with a kind of measured curiosity, cataloging every detail before she returned to her notes.
The school's official name was stenciled above the main entrance in bold, weathered lettering—a title that carried decades of history and the weight of a world fighting to survive. But everyone just called it the Academy. And for the next few years, this would be home for the ones willing to stand against the Veyrakh. The first step was always the same: walk through the gate, and prove you had what it took to pilot an apex.
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