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Hyrule Rising (Zelda/Modern)

Hmm, re-reading.

Maintain machines... That will probably gives us Repair skill, and perhaps a little bit of Mechanical Science (Foundry) and Chemical Science (Metallurgy).

And you don't work on repairing or maintaining the machines when they are on, unless emergencies... Or bad health and safety work practices...

Uh.
 
Hmm, working at a steel mill.
(images from google)

Unclear if we will be getting additional heat and fire resistance on top of the suits.


- A light hazmat suit worn under bulky heavy pants with suspenders, tall boots, and a long treated jacket.
Hazmat suit by wiki, basically impermeable layering against chemical and biological elements, with secondary resistance versus radiation and temperature. Typically very weak versus physical damage, unclear whether the additions can be considered armor.

- A synthetic rubber drysuit fitted to your body, for maximum agility and freedom of movement.
Drysuit by wiki, mostly for low temperatures, fully waterproof. Unless there is an environmental control attached/built-in, it will be awful in hot conditions. Non-water use is suggested to be made out of breathable materials, but unclear on interaction to irradiated air.

- A heavier, sturdier drysuit with a canvas outer layer, and reinforced with steel plates and struts.
Like above, but with more armor.

- A hostile environment suit made to resist energy discharges and blunt impacts, with secondary environmental protections.
This might have different meanings to different persons. Examples might include Gordon Freeman's suit from Half-Life, a couple of iteration for Isaac Clarke's armor from Dead Space, current astronaut suits, heavy deep-sea walker diving suits. All are typically heavily armored, have very high environmental ratings, but unless power armors are a thing, then it will be bulky and restricting.


All suits will probably have their own air supply.

HEV suits will allow Zelda to go down and work near the very blast furnace itself, if needed. But it is not clear what kind of work Zelda is going to do, so if it is mostly bureaucratic or administrative work, then she wouldn't need that level of protection.
Good spotting where I pulled the inspiration for each suit from.

The HES is pretty much modeled after the HEV suit from Half Life.
 
Can radiated particles be scrubbed out of the air?
Has air scrubber been miniaturized enough to be part of any of the suits?
Has How miniaturized is the current gas compaction/liquidation/cryonic tech?
 
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Can radiated particles be scrubbed out of the air?
Has air scrubber been miniaturized enough to be part of any of the suits?
Has miniaturized is the current gas compaction/liquidation/cryonic tech?
About modern normal for all cases.

You'll be lugging air around with you, which is why none of the jobs I offered require moving long distances on your own or without a vehicle.
 
Arrrgh... The paranoid (and the tech-lover, but he can just shut up) wants the HES for the protection level.

But this is Zelda.

On the other hand, it is pretty clear that Father does not care much for book-learning and thinks that actual hands-on experience is worth more, so the jobs he offered probably are partially manual handling.

[X] A hostile environment suit made to resist energy discharges and blunt impacts, with secondary environmental protections.
 
Arrrgh... The paranoid (and the tech-lover, but he can just shut up) wants the HES for the protection level.

But this is Zelda.

On the other hand, it is pretty clear that Father does not care much for book-learning and thinks that actual hands-on experience is worth more, so the jobs he offered probably are partially manual handling.
Power Armor Zelda. Think about it. :)
 
[X] A synthetic rubber drysuit fitted to your body, for maximum agility and freedom of movement.
 
If there's a catwalk, we can climb it. Action talks. Go acrobat.
 
Wonder if the suit chosen affects how the workers respond to us.
 
Unless you're wearing inches of lead, most anti-radiation suits aren't designed to protect you from the actual radiation itself so much as radioactive fallout- dust particles which could be eaten or inhaled or cling to your skin for hours or days or longer and expose you to long-term doses of radiation. Just keeping the body out of CLOSE contact with radioactive particles does a surprisingly good job of dealing with radioactivity.

Of course, I have no idea how this funky magic mutation stuff works.
 
[X] A synthetic rubber drysuit fitted to your body, for maximum agility and freedom of movement.
-[X] "And I'll also need a large bag of some kind, because this doesn't have any pockets."
 
More people should add the "why no pockets" subvote.
 
I meant to add it since it was sensible, then completely forgot.
 
[X] A synthetic rubber drysuit fitted to your body, for maximum agility and freedom of movement.
-[X] "And I'll also need a large bag of some kind, because this doesn't have any pockets."

I THOUGHT I had already voted, but I guess not.
 
[] A synthetic rubber drysuit fitted to your body, for maximum agility and freedom of movement.

Three days later you stand in a clean white room that you've never been in before. It's small, holding only a locker on the one wall and a machine on the other, with airlocks on the two remaining.

You slide out of your blue dress and pick up a set of fitted clothes almost like long underwear, shivering and crinkling up at the sudden exposure. The clothes are thick and fuzzy, and when you slide them on they cover you from ankle to wrist. Then you slowly slide on the rubbery outer layer. Nearly instantly, you have to start unbunching the underlayer, as it catches on the outer one.

As soon as that's done you zip up. This zipper's different from the ones you normally see, and you suppose that's because it's airtight. As soon as it's closed, you tuck it under a fold at the top of your neck and look down at yourself.

The suit is a pale purple, you almost want to call it lavender, and it clings.

Oh does it cling. You can see everything.

Well, not everything. It's not tight enough to show anything intimate, but the way that it covers everything else like a skintight covering is just too much. Luckily, your father cares for you going outside practically naked even less you do, and you fasten something like a cross between a shawl and a cowl onto your shoulders with a series of snaps.

It covers the bare essentials, but no more than that.

You'll just have to get used to thinking that you're wearing a pair of very tight pants in front of literally everybody that your father's invited to see how confident he is in Mobile's economic recovery.

. . . Very tight rubber pants.

If it weren't for a good cause, you swear you'd already have backed out by now.

You walk quickly over to the machine and press your face into it. It took you nearly an hour of back-and-forth tries to get the hang of using it, but you twist the right knob and hold perfectly still as a metal arm extends from the ceiling and presses the back of your face mask to your head, another arm pulling your long honey-colored hair through a hole and folding it neatly into a pocket in the metal and plastic construction.

Then the front of the mask slides into place in front of you, complete with protruding lower section to contain the oxygen hose and emergency scrubbers. You hold your breath as the two halves settle together, the machine scans for any caught hair, and then it screws in six thin bolts to unify the pieces, forming an airtight seal guaranteed not to let in any radioactive contaminants.

You take a slow, even breath of air, your perfect memory and recall paying off as you consciously run through the steps over and over, until everything happens on reflex.

The nozzle on the hose leading to the wall detaches as you pull away from the machine, and you pick up the proffered oxygen tank and slide it onto your back, fastening the nozzle in. The compressed air fills your lungs, and tastes different than the stuff you were breathing a moment before.

You have three hours of breathing time left. The parts of the steel mill where you'll work are all set up with spare tanks, so even if you were stuck in there for days you'd have enough safe oxygen. You'd been worried about breathing pure oxygen at first, but as long as you aren't under pressure like a diver you should be fine.

Not that you plan on breathing the stuff for any longer than you have too.

It should be fairly simple to work for a few weeks, learn some things, and then get one of my gloves caught in something, cut your finger with a knife, or knock off your breathing tube.

Reassured of your safety, and ignoring your reflection in the small mirror (tall, lean, broad-shouldered, but alien through the clear plastic of your mask), you walk into the airlock that you've never used and push the button.

Outside is . . .

It's . . .

There's just so much sky.

One of your father's men stands nearby, but he's smiling indulgently instead of scowling from his place by the black sedan.

What do you do?
[] Gawk at the enormity of it all
[] Throw your hands up in the air and laugh
[] Get in the car and be on your way
 
[X] Throw your hands up in the air and laugh
 
[x] Get in the car and be on your way
 
[X] Throw your hands up in the air and laugh
 
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http://wrinki.deviantart.com/art/Quarian-design-concepts-447781340
 
So... You guys voted to go work at a steel mill in a skintight outfit where large and sweaty men will stare at you all day and think lewd things. There will probably be quite a few catcalls as well.

I think Sir Moons may have to move this quest to the NSFW section soon. ;)
 
[X] Throw your hands up in the air and laugh

So... You guys voted to go work at a steel mill in a skintight outfit where large and sweaty men will stare at you all day and think lewd things. There will probably be quite a few catcalls as well.
Nah, there wont be, unless the people working there have a sudden allergy towards their jobs.

Or living.
 
[X] Get in the car and be on your way
 
So here's what's been going on in Europe, in broad strokes.

  • Ukraine collapses, existing only in the paperwork.
  • Greece is cut adrift and founders, then enters into a brutal civil war, and Golden Dawn wins with popular support. Greece goes full nazi.
  • Belgium is fine.
  • England cedes from the EU, and keeps itself together through military police and increasing surveillance.
  • Spain becomes UK-like, giving the various groups their own countries, but only as long as they do well economically.
  • Italy is a papist state under the current pope IRL.
  • France holds together.
  • Germany cuts failing nations and nazi nations adrift from the EU, then backs out itself when there's no further benefit to staying.
  • France, Germany, and Ukraine trade extensively, supplying each other with raw materials and markets for goods.
 
[X] Throw your hands up in the air and laugh
 
I am currently laughing.

Rubber suit in a steel mill.
 

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