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49,602 | 1,337 | 33 | 181 | 1,997 | Elora cringed a bit at Sigma's tumbling, knowing all too well how embarrassing it is. The way Sigma immediately recovered from it did impress her a little bit, but she was expecting that from someone she was starting to consider a leader of sorts, especially with how she laid out her plan.
After Sigma told of her plan, Elora turned really excited at the prospect of synergy between Rilus' Combat Analyzer technology with other pilots, especially someone who relies on targeting. If there was one thing she was good at, it was using computers, and it was the reason she was picked to pilot a Framewerk that relied on technical skill so much.
"Ooh! If you let me adjust your system's optical matrix so that it is linked to my system's scanning interface, I can directly transmit higher-level auto-targeting data straight to Comet's weapons, adjusting for trajectory and movement discrepancies. Then Comet should directly correct itself to any chosen enemy unit in line of sight Rilus confirms through a CA command I can quickly program into an executable once we get into our Frames." She paused for a moment once she saw how the others were looking at her.
She also put her hand forward. "Umm...if you want to, that is. But I'm in, for the glory of cake, hehe." | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,603 | 1,337 | 34 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma flinched, obviously unused to the thought of being huge. For her, people this close meant it was some kind of martial arts grapple, so she struggled hard not to jump at Serah with a counterattack. Her lips became somewhat quivering, and a rather noticeable blush and confused expression appeared in her face. "uh, Serah,I appreciate...your enthusiasm,but lemmegoplease." She said weakly, before managing to escape the pin of the excitable younger pilot.
She then stared at Elora. "That is why I singled you out of all pilots there. You've got raw potential for a lot of things, Elora. Others have noticed as well, but it was a shallow compliment at best. I truly want to test this joint effort as soon as possible." Sigma said, disclosing the truth behind her approach to Elora, even if slightly adorned. "Here are my synch codes." She added, while typing something on her personal communicator, and forwarding it to Elora.
"One last thing. The keyword will be Strawberry. At that moment we'll change to a different, private channel and begin the plan." She paused."Let's put this into motion, aye?" She added, as she begun to walk outside the bath again in the main room. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,604 | 1,337 | 35 | 125 | 3,106 | Serah giggled at Sigma's struggling to break free, just clutching on tighter and tighter. Eventually the older girl managed to break herself free due to how much more strength she has. Then their attention focused on the other girl again, flattering them. Serah looked into all mechas as well... Elora's would've been not very good solo, but what Sigma is saying's true. The mech had amazing strategic potential compared to something like Atty, who was a speed brawler or Anubis, also a speed brawler. Oi, did she just exchange number? Eh... Suppose it's not important for Serah to be communicate, she'll just act like a guard. "Yeah! Let's show everyone how it's done!" Serah then made her way out before Sigma, going over tobug other people now. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,605 | 1,337 | 36 | 181 | 1,997 | Elora was really glad that she got the synch codes for Sigma's Framewerk, since she could then access Comet's systems without entering the Frame itself and manually program the link. This way she can do it remotely, without attracting attention from the other pilots. She thanked Sigma, and went back to waiting for the mock battle to start. Her mind constantly jumped to other ideas on how she could use the CA system, one example involving her completely possessing a weapon's control by AI and simply have it target enemies based on the data she would transmit to the weapon system. With her experience in accuracy rates, it would be something in the 90%-95% rates, with a rate of hitting a weak point going about 70% or so. Of course, she wouldn't dare ask Sigma to try that out, since she seemed to be the type who would rather aim themselves than rely on software to do that.
Previously she was worried, since she thought she would have to fend off everyone else alone, but now she was a bit more confident as part of the Strawberry team. Still, it was the three of them against seven other pilots. If they were fortunate, maybe some of the pilots would first focus on each other, lessening the opposition a bit. However, she was really happy to utilize Rilus in new and innovative ways, and then incorporate some of the more successful ideas into later missions where they would all stand together against a common enemy. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,606 | 1,337 | 37 | 908 | 430 | “Attention all Cadets,” echoed Lorenzo’s voice throughout the speakers from all over the base, “Your mock battle will be happening in approximately ten minutes! Hurry on over to the hangar and do suit up. Don’t worry about being indecent either, the only ones that’ll be looking is your Framewerk, so go ahead and get ready and move them to nearby ruins where you will be participating in the mock battle. Oh, and do put on a good show… we will be watching your performance with the utmost of interest!”
With a little disturbing laugh, you can’t help but wonder if the man was watching you all while you were off to your own devices… even those who were in the bathroom. Seems not even privacy is a thing on this base. Nonetheless, the mock battle is about to start so it’s time to get ready and set any plans in motion.
Korie for the most part simply groaned upon exiting the bathroom and made their way to the hangar. “Why does it feel like I was being peeped upon in the bathroom?” they groaned upon looking and staring at the cameras posted at every corner. Shrugging off the feeling, the moved towards their Aester and hopped towards a private dressing room where they began to get suited up.
"Also!" Lorenzo's voice came back up on the intercom suddenly across the base. "This is a free-for-all bout, where the last man or woman standing will earn a special prize I have whipped up. So teamwork is pointless in this, fight each other till I say stop. That is all!" It was clear that last remark was directed at Team Shortcake. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,607 | 1,337 | 38 | 125 | 3,106 | Mou... why is the commander so mean? Serah pouts, knowing just why the winner gets a prize. She made her way over to sigma and whispered in her ear: "I'm still onboard~!" Then the little girl went to the girls' dressing room, got changed into her pilot suit, and then made a beeline for Atty. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,608 | 1,337 | 39 | 181 | 1,997 | Elora sighed at the announcement. She saw a camera in the bathroom, so she expected this to happen. Still, she couldn' help but feel a little oppressed at how adamantly the higher ups wanted to stop them from teaming up. Maybe it was considered unfair to the other pilots, but Elora considered it to be completely fair: Rilus was not a solo combat unit, and wouldn't last for long in any kind of engagement without allies. She was meant to co-operate, and she wouldn't be swayed by any "special rewards" offered by the perverted professor. She had something far more important at stake: the trust of her friends, and she was not going to betray them. On the way to the hangar she gave a thumbs up and a nod to Sigma as a sign of her loyalty to their cause, and went to suit up.
Elora hated how tightly the suit conformed to the skin, not to mention how its design accentuated the chest and crotch region in an embarrassing fashion. It didn't help that she suspected that the professor was peeping on them. Nonetheless, it was a necessity for piloting, and she didn't have much time to sour her thoughts on it when she opened Rilus up and hopped inside.
She did as she promised to Sigma, and set up a command for her to spot enemy units for Sigma along with a small window of her visual interface, practically giving her another pair of eyes to survey the battlefield with. It was easy enough to do, the Combat Analyzer being a state-of-the art supercomputer that could be customized up to the finest details, though Elora didn't touch on anything more than was necessary. She leaned back on her seat once she was done setting up a private channel for her, Serah and Sigma, and waited for the battle to start. She felt relaxed and at ease while she was sitting in front of a computer; she was truly in her element now. Unlike the outside world which was full of hate and malice, inside Rilus she felt like she was safe from all that. It was comforting, almost as if she was held in her own mother's arms.
I miss her. But she would be proud of me, I just know it. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,609 | 1,337 | 40 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma clenched her fist. Having been watched by cameras was already considered when she set the plan into motion. She wasn't trying to be sneaky to her superiors, merely testing her waters, and organizing herself some sort of squad in absence of input. Perhaps I've misread those people. They seem to like to jest and mess with our minds far more than I've initially thought. Could she fulfill that kind of condition the new guy demanded after what was said and done? Even if they did pass, there wasn't guarantee the other two wouldn't turn on her...
Her thoughts were interrupted when both of them seemed to still acknowledge Sigma's plan, much to her surprise. Without doubt nor hesitation. The clone trooper was taken aback. She had bribed them, promised sweet things, and manipulated them... and yet, they were still determined to fight side to side. Thank you. She acknowledged mentally, as for the briefest of moments, her lips curled upwards. Sigma, the stoic Sigma, was smiling.
She put her suit swiftly, like many times before this drill. It clung to her like a second skin, perhaps too clingy in some...rather odd parts. Sigma thanked God for having a petite frame, as she could only shudder and imagine how the liutenant was able to squeeze her...more shapely frame in that kind of suit. Finishing the touch by running a hand through her hair, she began walking towards her mech, the Comet.
Inside, it was dark and mechanical, comfortable, but at the same time, ominous and cramped. She started to perform the startup checks when she saw the tiny window popup that came from Elora's Hud. Thinking, she typed a quick message.
I AM SORRY. NO STRAWBERRY CAKE.
Followed with.
IT WILL BE SACHERTORTE.
With that being said and done, she breathed deep, and steeled herself for the upcoming conflict. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,610 | 1,337 | 41 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Ian had taken the coffee with a nod, quirking an eyebrow at how Korie got his own bathroom . . .and the strange symbol for it. Okay, he's got a lot of special privileges, must be the kid of someone important. Funny how they tried to throw me off like that, I really don't care if theirs a boy or a girl, I got what I wanted and that's all that matter. Iam perked up when the announcement was made by Lorenzo, his heart starting to race as he made his way to the hanger, tossing his now empty coffee cup into a trashcan and stripping down to his underwear as he made his way there.
When he arrived, he saw his suit was ready for him,and wasted no time putting it on. The skintight fabric didn't bother him, and he took a moment to look at himself, having had the suit customized to better match his Framewerk. It was mainly black, with a number of red hieroglyphic symbols linung the edges to give it some style, as well a tribal motif of a Jackal printed on to the front as well.
"Looking good as always, wouldn't you say Anubis?" Ian turned to look at the framewerk, as if he expected it to respond. A few moments of silence followed before he clicked his teeth dismissively. "Whatever, man, I think I look fan-fucking-tastic."
Ian entered the cockpit, sliding into position on the seat with a excited smile on his face. He always felt at home when he was in Anubis, it was like an old friend to him. He often spent time talking to it, uncaring of how it made him look to others. Anubis was his friend, his confident, and he trusted it with his life on a regular basis, and it had never failed to deliver.
"Come on Anubis, time to show off a little, don't you think?" Ian said as he started up the generator, awakening the God of Burials with a low hum, it.s eyes flashing open in a burst of intense red light. "That's what I thought, because win or lose, we're going to show those bigwigs watching exactly what they signed up for when they let me have you. Let's do this thing!"
Ian activated the Shroud, causing the air to ripple around him as intense kinetic energies began to ciculate arpund Anubis, causing it to float slightly, the blades repositioning themselves in preparation. Ian waited u tilthe way was clear, than he blasted out of the hanger at half-speed, which was still pretty fast as he left behind a slipstream that slowly dissapated behind him. He landed with a crash on top one of the ruins, causing it to crunble slightly and sending up a low, dense cloud of dust. From this cloud, Anubis 14 rose, the rid in it's hand com8ng to life with a flash as a silver spearhead burst out from the tip, an ethereal trail following it as he did a few practice swings.
"Nothing get's your bloo pumping like a good old fashion free-for-all." | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
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49,611 | 1,337 | 42 | 665 | 141 | “Attention all Cadets,” echoed Lorenzo’s voice throughout the speakers from all over the base, “Your mock battle will be happening in approximately ten minutes! Hurry on over to the hangar and do suit up. Don’t worry about being indecent either, the only ones that’ll be looking is your Framewerk, so go ahead and get ready and move them to nearby ruins where you will be participating in the mock battle. Oh, and do put on a good show… we will be watching your performance with the utmost of interest!”
With a little disturbing laugh, you can’t help but wonder if the man was watching you all while you were off to your own devices…
Antwon grunted as he pulled himself up at the thought of the impending battle, feeling pumped by his impromptu exercise. Yeah, these guys definitely aren't up to anything sinister. No sir, Antwon thought to himself, in particular looking towards the one camera pointed squarely in his direction at a farther end of the room. Antwon, mature as he was, enthusiastically displayed his two middle fingers straight in the direction of the lens, before leaping off his raised position and walking casually to the hangars with the rest of his peers. Ant couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as Ian started stripping before he even made it to his mech. Ant made a simple mental note: Watch out for that one.
Ant casually slipped out of his clothes and into his suit right in front of his framewerk, not bothering the walk to the bathroom, and uncaring of the peeping eyes (or so one could only assume) of the rather creepy superior who spoke over the speakers. It was a simplistic forest green, without much insignia, just like Perry. Ant took a moment to look upon his machine with a small sense of pride, then looked over the rest of the competition. He noticed Perry was slightly smaller than most of the other mechs, and far less... accessorized, for lack of a better word. But this only served to comfort him. None of these mechs have even the slightest chance of catching up to me, Ant thought.
Some were certainly threatening in appearance, and most had some very menacing weapon systems, visible from their exteriors alone. But they would be no use if they could not close the distance or make the shot. The only mechs he was truly concerned about were the quicker ones, taking mental notes of the framewerks known as 'Atty' and 'Anubis', the only other mechs that were even marginal in Perry's comparative speed. Most especially, though, was Ant's concern for the mousy girl... he took a very particular mental note of "data collector" when she introduced herself. She will be the most problematic, Ant thought. Best to make sure she is out of the picture, first. Or at least, make sure that I'm not in her scope.
Ant entered his cockpit, quickly made sure his systems were fully operational, and let the numerous thrusters scattered all over Perry warm up. Ant reveled in the sound of Perry's engine revving up to full power, as the lights in his cockpit hummed ever greater to full life. A rare grin grew upon his face, his eyes closed, as he took this small meditative moment to think back on the few pleasant memories he had. Ariadne. Having grown familiar with the sound of Perry's generators when they were ready, Ant's eyes sprung open with a new flame, ready for the chance to prove himself. Just before he could spring out, however, Ian took the lead. "Dammit!" Ant cursed himself, letting one of his targets out of the gate first. Best to get the head start with the others while you still can, Ant concluded.
Perry took a half-kneeling stance, similar to that of an Olympic sprinter. The sound of the thrusters grew even louder, until all at once, Perry practically exploded out from the hangar. In a matter of seconds Perry was already out in the field, noting Anubis was busy flaunting up in the air. Ant smirked to himself. Excellent, he thought, Yes, stay in the air. I'll just be down here, tending to my own business...
Perry leaped like a frog onto the massive boulder sunken before him, using the momentum to change his course left, using similar boulders to swing left, right, left, right... not before long, Perry was well out of view, making preparations for the long haul... | Name: Matsuda Takeo
Age: 16
Personality: Takeo is known to be quite passive, though cheerful and optimistic. He floats through life with a smile on his face, and is quick to help those whom ask. Though despite his friendliness, he is very hard to know, and has an unwillingness to form bonds. He is quiet beyond idle banter, only truly opening up when asked about his work. He is somewhat lazy and often reluctant to go above the minimum of what he is asked, though he will do nearly anything if pressed. He is quick to laugh and soft of voice, and enjoys food more than most.
Motive to live: Takeo was selected for the project, and found he could not turn down the offer of working directly with the engineers on his own Framewerk. Part of the bargain demanded he also pilot it to eliminate alien threats to the Earth, but he is ignorant to the true implications of this. In light of this, he fights only because he was asked to.
Background: Takeo grew up in an outer-rim planet locked in war with the Cruxi. His parents were killed early into his childhood, and he remembers little of them. He was quickly drafted into helping maintain and repair armed vehicles as a combat engineer, and honed his skills over the years. Though his creations lack polish, they are usually strong and functional, and he is capable of delicate operations in the thick of battle. Just after his sixteenth birthday, Takeo was extracted from his home world and brought to Earth to serve in the Framewerks project.
Notable Deaths: Ivan Sparrow - Six months before Takeo was drafted into the Framewerk project, his best friend Ivan was killed in an explosion during a skirmish with the Cruxi. Takeo still blames himself for the event, and it has led to his emotional vacancy and inability to form new friendships.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Iron Sparrow
Appearance:
Iron Sparrow is a crude Frame made of thick, heavy, unpolished gray steel. Dexterity is lost upon it - its legs have little mobility, instead requiring powerful thrusters in the feet to aid in locomotion. Its only marking is a white-blue star on the center of the mask, a symbol Takeo also wears on a cord around his neck.
Signature Weapon System: Paladin - Iron Sparrow is equipped with a massive steel blade, connected at the wrist, and a giant kite-shaped shield plate embedded in its back. The blade can retract along the arm, but the shield is stationary. The blade is not very sharp - rather, it crushes foes through sheer force with the aid of the thrusters on the forearms of the Frame. The shield is rudimentary, but its sheer size and thickness allows it to withstand almost anything while Iron Sparrow protects its comrades.
Secondary Weapon System: Iron Sparrow contains hundreds of repair drones within itself, allowing minor repairs to other Framewerks. Its own plating is too thick, however, for repair drones to be of any use on itself.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Iron Sparrow uses thrusters mounted on the wrists and feet for movement. It is quite slow, and to make up for this, Iron Sparrow has the unique capability to equip a device known as an Overbooster thanks to the shield on its back. The Overbooster is planted directly on the shield, and is a massive engine capable of propelling Iron Sparrow linearly at extreme speeds. Once its fuel is depleted, it detaches. This allows Iron Sparrow to punch immediately into enemy ranks, where it can do the most good, but does nothing to help with the Framewerk's otherwise poor mobility.
Sync Ratio: 85%
Special Ability: N/A |
49,612 | 1,337 | 43 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma examined the situation. Already, several of the fast framewerks were assuming positions. She pondered. Should I already start with my positioning? No, perhaps it is too soon. The pilot of the sniper framewerk instead took off at normal speed, resisting the temptation of igniting the spacetravel thrusters. Seeing piles of debris, she began to scan for a suitable cover, as it was expected of a rifle-toting mecha.
The commlink to Serah and Elora, however, was saying something different.
PROCEED AS IF WE WEREN'T ALLIES FOR NOW. LET THEM THINK OTHERWISE. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
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49,613 | 1,337 | 44 | 908 | 430 | With a subtle sigh, Korie finally emerged from their room in their suit. It's tight...
Ignoring the obvious fact of how it pressed against their body, due to their petite nature and curves it was still hard to tell whether they were one thing or another. Looking up at a camera, and figuring they were under surveillance no matter where they were at they couldn't help but feel just a bit disturbed. Sighing again, Korie walked off towards the hangar and towards their Aester, not really paying attention to those around them as they approached their Framewerk and instead just focusing on it instead.
"It's good to be back, Aester," they smiled as they hopped into the cockpit and began to feel a warming ambiance from inside. It was familiar and soothing, it felt like a true caring aura was enveloping them... like they could accomplish anything. Like an extension of their body, Aester moved like a living being, walking out of the hangar calmly with fluid motions. Arriving onto the battlefield of the ruined city, Korie noticed those who were already there and their extravagant entrances with their weapons.
However, being inside of Aester just made them calmer. Looking around their surroundings before the match was to begin, Korie looked for a decent starting position to plan their strategy... before noticing some flowing water going into a hole. Pausing, they knelt down and used a subtle shockwave on the ground so that only they would notice it before smiling. Standing up, Korie and Aester walked off towards the ruins and promptly disappeared into the them. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,614 | 1,337 | 45 | 935 | 1,934 | As the other pilots began their sortie, Takeo rose to his feet, grimacing in prospect of the coming event. He hardly had any sim time with his Framewerk, and his first real enemies were going to be the teammates he was expected to cooperate with for the rest of his career as an operator. Fighting was never something he had much experience with, or enjoyed - he was a simple mechanic, and worked behind the curtain. He scrubbed his hat against his head in frustration as he began a slow walk to the hangar.
A small chamber adjacent to Iron Sparrow's hangar was where he found himself harassed by several nameless members of the medical team, stripping his work clothes and pressing cold metal instruments against his skin. He gasped and giggled at the flurry of hands for several seconds until he was left naked and alone, blushing profusely at the violation. Takeo quickly spotted the familiar pilot suit he had worn a few times before; it was plain and grey, matching his enthusiasm for aesthetics and Iron Sparrow's skin just the same. He quickly pulled it over his head - though his normal bulky trousers and coat hid his physique, the skin suit tried its best to show it off. Thick muscle and broad shoulders gained from years of heavy labour bulged through the grey fabric. From a nearby bench he snatched his cap and goggles and placed them atop his red-gold hair.
The sight of Iron Sparrow was never more imposing. He entered the hanger on its left-hand side, the massive steel giant gazing out across the exit ramp. The last of the service cables popped from its skin as Takeo approached. The way the shafts of light from the hangar's seams touched the Sparrow made it seem like it would turn and look at him at any moment. Takeo was not sure it wouldn't. He had worked on Iron Sparrow's maintenance himself, though with limited access, and every time he looked under the skin of his machine, he was left with more questions. He couldn't help but shake the feeling that something was not quite right, that it wasn't just a machine, but he knew prying with those questions would only cause him even more trouble.
The service elevator quickly brought him to the cockpit, and he found himself inside once more. The door sealed, sending him into another world. A world of silence. Nothing inside the cockpit he could explain - and somehow, he never felt alone. It was a strange sensation that nearly pushed him to tears, but he had not the faintest idea why.
Takeo quickly wrote in the ignition procedures and gradually raised power output. The metal beast roared to life in the hangar beyond, a silver-blue light emanating from the cross in its face plate. Takeo's visual feed flickered on, showing the hangar before him and notifying him of his Framewerk's status. Suddenly, everything in the world seemed so small.
"Armour nominal, output nominal, core temperature thirteen percent," Takeo said, running through his startup checks. "Preparing thrusters." He switched on the main comms channel. "Testing communications. This is Iron Sparrow, preparing for field exhibition. Open hangar eighteen." He was nervous, saying the words he had learned in training mechanically.
The hangar doors opened with a loud creak, and he acknowledged the operation of the Sparrow's audio input.
"Roger," came a female voice from Takeo's audio feed. "Iron Sparrow, you are clear to sortie."
Takeo swallowed hard, wishing he had another coffee. With a shaky hand he started the Sparrow's main thrusters and pushed the acceleration. The beast lumbered to life, steel feet grinding against the ground as it was propelled forward stiffly.
Takeo heard another sound, then. He thought he did, anyway. It sounded like a murmur, a gentle noise, something familiar...he shook it from his mind, but when it was clear, the shaking in his limbs had stopped, and his carefree smile had returned to his face. He felt something else, then. He felt excited. He approached the end of the exit ramp, and kicked acceleration to full speed.
"Sortie!" Takeo shouted, bursting forth into the daylight. The Sparrow slammed into the earth, causing a great rumble to everything nearby. It didn't just roll over the hills towards the battlefield, then - it rode through them, heavy frame rumbling as it tore the dirt before it asunder. It definitely wasn't an agile machine, but the power in its forward charge made up for that.
Before long, Takeo was among the other Framewerks. He wasn't a pilot, then, none of them were - they were the machines, the Framewerks, and he visualized them just the same. He felt his own body in each one of Iron Sparrow's heavy limbs, bearing his armour, the weight of duty, the duty of protecting his comrades. But for now, he would show them what he could do. He had to. How else would they trust him with their safety?
Takeo drifted slowly into the middle of the ruins, up on a rise. The great triangular shield on his back covered him from head to knees, making him nearly impervious to flanking. He knew he did not need to watch his six, so pushing right in the centre of the melee was his best option. The faster he could close in on his enemies, the quicker the fight would end.
Iron Sparrow's sword lay dormant, connected at his right wrist and extending along the length of his arm and over his shoulder. From this position, it was useful as a guard - but that was not its purpose.
"Weapons test," Takeo said on the main channel. He brought his hands together, punching the heavy switch on his wrist with an open palm. The giant rectangular blade exploded forward, shattering the sound barrier with a great crack. His arm lurched back from the recoil before he brought it up before him, blade pointing forward, ready to strike. He was ready. | Name: Kiyokawa Utano
Age: 15
Personality: Concise, honest, and very direct, she is very level headed, preferring to logical, rational thoughts before acting on anything. Precisely because of this, she fears doing anything too risky, preferring to err on the side of caution. This does leave her without many friends however, as her bluntness and concise nature are often seen as abrasive to others. Her idol persona however, belies this, as she dons the mask of an extremely cheerful joyous person who lives in the present and acts on instinct.
Motive to live: To live another day
Background: Utano lives in one of the older planets, where things are more developed than the outer rim planets and still less than the oldest planets. She started her career there as an Idol relatively young, singing first for someone's birthday party, and then was scouted out by an agency. From then on, she lived a dual life as a simple schoolgirl barely anyone noticed, and as the up and rising Idol UTAU. Barely anyone else but her family and her producer knew about her dual life, and the income she was receiving. Seeing a way to amass a lot of fortune, she concentrated on being the best Idol she could, following in a lot of different classes; fitness, flexibility, singing, and the like.
Her brother, one day, left for a better job, leaving her with a promise to come back in time for her birthday. He never returned.
She didn't have to guess why. The news of the Cruxi was enough to tell her what happened. But still, Utano had to continue on living. Regardless of whether he was there, regardless of
Notable Deaths: Older brother.
Other things: If there is anything else you believe that needs telling, say so here.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: AGAS-P01 "Shrike"
Appearance:
Signature Weapon System: HAR-P01 - A heavy assault rifle firing powerful rounds with a lower rate of fire. The rifle itself is extremely hardy. No real distinguishing features or marks, save that it is a belt fed assault rifle.
Secondary Weapon System: A large flat vibroblade sheathed on the side of the ammopack on the back, a side pulse pistol which uses energy instead of bullets, and two plasma grenades.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Shrike is heavily armored, and optimized for movements on land, but it has a booster attachment for space deployments.
Special Ability:
Synchronization rate:74% |
49,615 | 1,337 | 46 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Ian ceased his warm-ups as he saw everyone else enter the battlefield, his position up high on the ruined tower giving him a good all around view of the battlefield. Anubis crouched low against the roof of the building, it's sensors scanning the entirety of the environment below it. It was only basic rudimentary stuff, a little better than average due to Anubis's reliability on evasive movement, but every bit of info helps, especialky when you're going against someone with much better informatiin gathering skills than you do.
Sigma thought she was so slick, making everyone think that she and Serah were helping out Elora, and he had to admit, he had boughtnit at first, not really giving it much thought. But then she tried to bring in U-U-her as well, and that's when the wheels began to start turning in his mind( after he has calmed down a little in thr bathroom from his little incident), his suspicions reinforced by the fact that the creepy doctor had specifically stated they work separately. Whether or not any of the three actually did that, he couldn't know, but it would be best to treat them as if they were working together until proven otherwise.
Focusing back on hus surroundings, he noted where everyone was, having Sigma's, Matsuda's, and her spefic locations. Korie had been in his sights, but he'd lost them in the depths of the ruins, and the rest where just general ideas with nothing concrete.
The Shroud's humming began to intensify as Anubis began to charge up, getting ready to make his move when the clearance was given. The energy of his spear also began to intensify as well, ready to deal some significant damage to somebody.
The spear armor piercing capabilties woukd be very effective against most of the Framewerks, the most troublesome being Elora's and Matsuda's, due to their heavier armors giving them better resistance to his attack. As it was, the place weakest link belonged to her, due to her apparent inexperience in using a Framewerk, something that worried Ian greatly. She'd need to learn how to use these things if she was to be able to fight the Cruxi, or else . . .she'd die.
Ian was once again reminded of his sister, his hands curling into a fist before he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. If possible, I'll see if I can help ger get better at it, show her the ropes. Like it or not, she's the last connection to my family I have, no matter how distant and . . . I don't know how I'd be able to face Alexandra if I told her I let her favorite Idol die.
Ian chuckled to himself, a disheartened chuckle as the emotions that Ian locked deep inside came to the fore, a brief moment of unbearable sadness that only Anubis was allowed to witness.
"All right Anubis, I say we hit Sigma first, see if there's an alliance brewing, than get out and find Korie. I can't let myself lose before them on the first run through, now can I." Anubis stayed silent, the only sound available being that of their hearts, his pumping with blood and Anubis' bursting with a vast amount of energy. Sometimes it was hard not to be slightly disappointedby how coldly his Framewerk was treating him, since he was certain there was something more to it than just hardware and circuitrt, but he'd just have to deal with it and wish for better luck next time. | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
Special Ability: |
49,616 | 1,337 | 47 | 2,401 | 173 | “Attention all Cadets,” boomed one of Zan's superiors, XO Lorenzo, throughout the speakers from all over the base.
As soon as Zan heard attention he stopped what he was doing and started standing at attention.
“Your mock battle will be happening in approximately ten minutes! Hurry on over to the hangar and do suit up. Don’t worry about being indecent either, the only ones that’ll be looking is your Framewerk, so go ahead and get ready and move them to nearby ruins where you will be participating in the mock battle. Oh, and do put on a good show… we will be watching your performance with the utmost of interest!” XO Lorenzo made a somewhat disturbing laugh, but Zan ignored it as he continued standing at attention.
"Also!" Lorenzo's voice came back up on the intercom suddenly across the base. "This is a free-for-all bout, where the last man or woman standing will earn a special prize I have whipped up. So teamwork is pointless in this, fight each other till I say stop. That is all!"
After XO Lorenzo was done talking Zan headed to Пожертвовать, which was the Framewerk he was the pilot of. Zan switched into his suit, which was different than the previous one he had. It was probably an upgraded one, since the one Zan had previously was a bit behind the times. Zan noticed this one had only one layer, instead of two and seemed to have less protection than his last one. Although it did have one thing Zan always liked having with his suit and that was a built-in helmet. Nonetheless Zan wore it with no complaints. Zan got into the cockpit of Пожертвовать, which Zan figured compared to the other Framewerks it was controlled in a different manner. Пожертвовать was controlled by many motion sensors attached to the pilot's body, and also a pair of 'gloves' and 'boots' that the pilot would wear. Zan liked this configuration, even though it made piloting for him more dangerous than it already was. The only buttons and switches were above Zan's head on the top of the cockpit.
Zan placed on the sensors, 'gloves' and 'boots'. After that Zan powered up Пожертвовать, and released the two restraints on where Пожертвовать's shoulder-blades would be if it was not a machine. Then many spots on Zan's Framewerk light up a light blue. Zan rolled his shoulders, which made his Framewerk do the same thing. Then Zan did several checks to make sure all systems were working, which they all were. Zan then remembered XO Lorenzo did not say the limits of how much damage was allowed to be done on the other Framewerks and their pilots. "Sir, what the limit to the amount of damage the other Framewerks, or is there no limit, sir?" Zan asked aloud, figuring XO Lorenzo or Lieutenant Ritsu were listening in on everything in the Framewerks. If Zan was ordered to kill the other pilots, then he was would do it. If he was ordered to only disarm them, then that would be all he would do. Zan would do whatever he was ordered to do by his superiors. After Zan heard back from one of his superiors, he would head out in the ruins at whatever speed Zan deemed best. | •Name: "The next potential pilot's name is Zan Carter."
•Appearance: "He is 6'3" and weighs 200 lbs. He has short black hair, brown eyes. He has an above average amount of muscle for someone his age. He could be described as handsome. For noticeable markings, he has a scar on his face that goes from below his right eye to past his bottom lip."
•Age: "The potential pilot is sixteen years old."
•Personality: "From what we observed he seems to have his friends' back no matter what the situation is, and would die for them. He tends listen more that talk. People seem to come to him for advice, quite a bit. He seems to be an all around nice guy."
•Motive to live: "His reason to live appears to be to kill the Cruxi."
•Background: "From what we could find was that his family was average. He had five younger sisters. He became an older brother when he was eight years old. The last one was born the year he turned twelve years old. Both of his parents worked, so it seems he helped take care of his sisters. His mom and dad both worked, so helped take care of his younger sisters. The potential pilot had an extremely average childhood, until the planet he lived on was attacked by the Cruxi. It appears his family died on the planet, while he lived and made it off world onboard the last military ship. He became a ward of the state on account of having no living family. Later on, he was forced to go to a military boot camp for his behavior, which is where he is currently."
•Notable Deaths: "His entire family appears to have been wiped out by the Cruxi attacks.
•Other things: "He needs medication to sleep."
•Framewerk Code Name: Пожертвовать
•Signature Weapon System: This Framewerk uses it hands to destroy enemies, mainly ripping them apart. This Framewerk has reinforced joints and strong actuators ('muscles') compared to other Framewerks.
•Secondary Weapon System: The mouth of this Framewerk is full of razor sharp teeth meant to bit through Cruxi armor.
•Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Basic thrusters on it's back and shoulders, just enough to maneuver in space.
•Current Synchro Rate: 99%
•Special Ability: Sacrifice; No More: Zan’s Framewerk’s True ability… which grants it unbelievable raw power and speed compared to the other Framewerks; giving it the title of the strongest Framewerk in terms of raw strength. Quadrupling its strength that it can destroy things 50x stronger than diamonds with its bare hands and its jaws alone due to its special make up and its speed going at absurd rates such as 1000 miles per hour that has been in development since 2200, however, because the strain on the pilot is severe in this situation, this state of performance can only be maintained for 15 minutes before the pilot suffers a 30% Synch Ratio loss. |
49,617 | 1,337 | 48 | 125 | 3,106 | Serah climbed into Atty, loving the warm and colorful interior her Framework had. She managed to get it to walk off towards the ruins, then kick off into them. Adjusting her thruster's fuel levels a bit, Serah didn't notice the message Sigma sent until a bit later.
PROCEED AS IF WE WEREN'T ALLIES FOR NOW. LET THEM THINK OTHERWISE.
Ehhh... Fair enough, she figures. Still, a quick scan of the area didn't hurt. Nothing, unsuprisingly. She activated Atty's beam-swords and started sailing her way through all the ruins, hoping to find one of her two teammates so she could at least keep an eye on them. Serah's supposed to be the guard, after all...
It didn't take long for her to notice someone else. Ian. He seemed to already be charging up something... Probably out to attack someone. Another scan didn't reveal anyone new to Serah, so she assumes he's been tailing. Good, he probably won't notice this...
The mech she was piloting swung it's sword, a sickle of energy launching itself at high speed towards Anubis while she herself followed right after it, having a few thrusters active but not all to not outspeed her missile. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,618 | 1,337 | 49 | 1,918 | 8,272 | ((OOC: Looks like someones an eager beaver))
Ian's face burst into a wide grin as Serah launched an attack his way,deciding that it was only fair to return the favor. He drew back his arm before sending the spear hurtling straight towards her Framewerk, Atty was what she had called it right, before he himself activated Anubis' specialized combat evasion software to calculate his escape, launching himself up into the air with such force coming from the Shroud that the crumbling building couldn't support itself anymore and collapsed, the energy blade that he had only just evaded smashing into the building behind him and causing it to fall over as well, causing a chain reaction of buildings falling over on each other, making the inner ruins a very hazardous area.
Ian had decided to leap over to Serah for two reasons, one being that it would give his spear time to reach Serah, and the second was because the sun would be behind him, blinding Serah if she looked up to locate him. That was unless she got hit by the spear, something he'd like but didn't expect, though on the chance he did, he'd aimed it more towards the upper left shoulder area. Given her armor type and the amount of energy out into the spear, it would likely plow right through the Framewerk, most likely halting or severely hindering use in that arm
Ian, using the advantage of the sun on his back and shining in his opponents eyes, used Last Rites to form a cluster of energy bolts, 6 for each arm, two for each spike, and launched 3 barrages down on to Atty, before he used the remaining Kinetic energy he'd saved up for another full speed, instant acceleration charge, this time moving in a straight line and only moving to avoid any attacks sent his way. Forming an energy sheild in front of the fist, Anubis was able to protect it's arm from the recoil of hitting another object at such high speeds, as the sheild absorb most of the impact from the strike before it violently disperses into a glittering silver haze.If Atty got hit, than it would certainly rattle it's pilot a bit, and Ian wasn't done yet. Right after the punch, Anubis would move to grab hold of the Framewerk and use the forward momentum to send them both into a wild forward spin, something that Ian's training and Anubis' gyroscopics would help him ride out, but it would probably disorient his opponent a bit if he succeeded in doing so, especially when he finished the spin by slamming the Framewerk into the ground.
He'd immmediately launch himself off of Serah, giving her another disorienting rattle as Atty would be blasted by both a wave of kinetic energy and a barrage of twelve energy bolts from Last Rites as he backed over to where his spear was located. He would quickly retrieve, than separate the weaon into it's slashing dual short sword form, before rocketing forward again to launch a high speed barrage of slashes at the other Framewerk, aiming to disable by cutting at the joints of the machine rather than to kill by slashing through the torso. Afterwards he'd back away from Atty and take a defensive position, keeping his eyes open for any possible return fire from her or opportunists thinking he'd be distracted fighting the other Framewerk.
Better get moving | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
Special Ability: |
49,619 | 1,337 | 50 | 125 | 3,106 | Tch. The attack hit wide. What's more, Ian's spear was hurling straight at the Framewerk... The thrusters quickly shift in place to the left and went into Overboost to kick herself off with quite a nasty shock, just so she could avoid that spear. Serah figured he was still above her, so fighting right now would be... Bad. Shifting her thrusters once more to go back, half the first barrage of attacks BARELY hit her, damaging the construct's chest area... Damn, it's core was located there! Quickly, the wings on her back detached themselves to block the incoming fire from above, and while most of it was nullified, two more hit the back of it's "Neck". There was a very minor pause between Serah's input and Atty's reactions, but it didn't matter much. Something was off with the attacks having stopped. Then it hit her- Not the fist mind you- That she was about to get rammed. Once more the thrusters shifted position, this time to the south as Anubis' punch swung right before her cockpit.
Gotcha. ringed in her head, as soon as the unarmed Anubis tried to grab her framewerk. The blade suddenly extended FAR, more plasma energy cutting into it's hands and parrying off the move. The tried to get a simple swing in before speeding off backwards, as Ian did the same to retrieve his weapon. They were going to attempt to rapidly slash at her, or in serah's mind do some form of Melee attack. One of her beaten up wings clipped back to the... Back, while the other attached itself to the right hand, acting like an improvised Kite shield. As soon as she saw Anubis went for dual blades and not spears, a grin came out of her. "My domain now..." she muttered. Each one of the rapid slashes was blocked or parried, although without enough time to launch another attack as it was pretty fast. Atty was a bladed mecha, and Sera was far more experienced in sword combat than Ian was. Both Mechas were also at relatively the same speed. The final parry before Ian gave up was met by Atty quickly moving back in space as well. Serah launched two more sickles, one to Anubis' right and the other to it's left, which were co-ordinated to meet at the same point, Behind Ian, causing it so that he couldn't dodge to he side. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,620 | 1,337 | 51 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma tensed, upon seeing the conflict unfold. Have we already run into problems? It is true that no plan survives contact with the enemy. Oh well here it goes. Sigma frowned, and typed the fatal keyword. She didn't care if their cooperation was more overt now.
STRAWBERRY
She then took a steady position in the rubble and aimed at the melee of Ian and Serah. "Targetting the thrusters". She curtly said, as her sniper mass drive rifle then zeroed on Anubis massive thrusters. She then opened fire, purposedly aiming just one of the mech's thruster sides. The slug went out of Sigma's barrel at relativistic speed, without barely any energy signature.
Get your mitts off her, asshole. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,621 | 1,337 | 52 | 181 | 1,997 | Elora got Sigma's message, and activated a couple of the anti-grav projectors, resulting in Rilus slightly floating, before she then launched out of the hangar and into the ruins. Immeidately upon hitting the green fields and formations of stone she activated the Combat Analyzer, and scanned the entire area. A three-dimensional map formed in a corner of the HUD, complemented by three green dots and 7 red dots.
"Uploading map," she reported to the private channel. She heard some kind of grunting from Serah's side, and noticed that she already went to engage what looked like Ian's Framewerk.
"W-Wait!" Elora exclaimed, and activated her jet booster, sending Rilus careening through the air. She soon found the two of them scuffling. She closed in to engagement distance of both Ian and Serah, and launched a multitude of small discs from Rilus' back.
"Activating Data Drones. Initiating scan of enemy unit." She made the routine announcements just like she has trained , but she was strained in saying them, not prepared for a change in plans as quick as this. Still, she made good use of the time Serah was distracting the other Frame, and Rilus and the Data Drones scanned the unit, the drones buzzing around it like a swarm of insects found a fresh kill.
Having got enough data, Elora hit the command, and confirmed to Sigma: "Target spotted." At that moment, if Sigma didn't delete the link from Comet, her weapon should have immediately moved its firing line straight to the enemy unit. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,622 | 1,337 | 53 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Ian couldn't keep the smile off his face throughout the entire engagement, it was just so much fun. This is so much better than regular combat drills, man we need to do this more often. Ian had barely been able to defend himself from Serah swing, the blade busting through his quickly made shields and carving into Anubis' side. It wasn't a deep cut, but it wasn't shallow either. Still, he'd be able to fight just fine regardless.
When Serah sent her sickles of energy at him, Ian retaliated by firing three charged bolts at each one, the higher damage able ti effectively neautralized the attacks, before he placed his weapons together to form the weapon that he and Anubis were most skilled in using, the Naginata, the blade of energy bearing a srrange red hue, rather than the normal silver coloring of both the spearhead and sword blades. Ian had set the change in motion when he threw the weapon, setting it to change on a pre-set timer of a minute, about how long their exchange had lasted.
"That was a nice warm-up for the both if us, huh Serah," Ian spoke through the Framewerk's outer speaker, allowing for the younger pilot to hear his words. As he spoke, Anubis got into a low stance, weapon at the ready. "How about we play for keeps this time, with a little bargain on the side. Winner of this personal bout gets to make the other do 3 things, and they must do so without complaint. These things, of course, can not be something harmful or malicious in nature. If you agree, than say 'Aye', okay." The second he finished, Ian shot forward with another Kinetic charge, though he'd had less time to prepare this one, so it wasn't as quick as the others he'd pulled off, but still pretty fast. However, as he launched himself forward, he'd feel one of Anubis' thruster's get hit.
That was actually putting it mildly, the Thruster was decimated, the sot tearing through the blade and leaving only a shattered edge and a floating piece of scrap metal in it's place.
A sniper, huh, good shot but you're going to have to do better than that to throw me off
Ian from continued on his present course of action as the other Thrusters easily pushed him forward towards his target, the one that was hit being instantly discarded. The loss of the blade would lessen his overall maneuverability more than his speed, though it did mean he couldn't make any more charges with them after this. He couldn't afford to lose another one, or else his overall battle performance ould drop immensely and he'd be done.
Looks like I was right, how exciting, fighting 3 on one." Ian laughed as he continued onward, though he'd punched some numbers and set the scanners on high, making it so that if another shot was fired at him, it would automatically disengage from the target to avoid fire. Given the low energy emission varient of what hit him, however, he'd likely get grazed by the next shot that hit him, given how he wouldn't notice it until it was too late. Hopefully he'd be able to survive that if it came to pass. He also took note of Elora watching the scene with her drones. He'd go after her next after he funished with Serah, not wanting to have the excitable young pilot send another sickle at him while his bavk was turned.
He'd begin the assault with a passing slash, taking advantage if his superior range, as well as the fact that he could place more power into his attacks as he aimed low for a leg. He'd then turn around sharply with the use of the Shroud to engage with Serah again. This time, the advantage was on his side, as he swung the Naginata wildly around him while still keeping a distance from his opponent. He'd randomly throw in a thrust or jab when appropriate in an attempt to throw his foe off and cause her to reveal more openings, as well as blocking or parrying any of her attacks with the resilient shaft of the Rod.
Throughout this exchange, if any of his hits landed, a flow of red energy woukd flow into the Framewerk. While it would go unnoticed at first, as the fight prolonged, Serah would notice that her weapon system's would begin to weaken and malfunction, as well as the pause between her and Atty's actions begin to grow at a slow,,but steady rate. This was the work of Anubis' Distrubtion energy, which was blocking and jamming up internal communication's and software with in the Framewerk. And the more times that Atty took a hit, the eorse it would become. | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
Special Ability: |
49,623 | 1,337 | 54 | 125 | 3,106 | Tch... His mech can take a beating. Serah let out over the intercom of STRAWBERRY, before opening up a private chat with Ian. "Sure! But not here. This isn't a fair 1x1, let's have a private sparring match later!" Serah excitedly spurted out, leaving the call and going back to STRAWBERRY as soon as Ian came in close for the attack. The cheapshot hit for her leg did indeed hit, the message 'LEFT FEET THRUSTER 1 & LEFT KNEE THRUSTER 1 OFFLINE' flashed on her screen. Grr-! This was going to put off her piloting ability so much. She was able to block the second swing with the hilt of Atty's blade though, but repeated jabs to her core did manage to hit... It didn't take long for Serah to realise he was trying to disconnect her from her Framewerk, and as soon as she got a parry in she'd try to stab Ian's framewerk's chest region. The lag started being noticable though, so an Improv strat came to mind. Using her one remaining wing offensivly, it detached itself and tried to ram into Ian's neck, then pinning him down... This had to hit... Come on... | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,624 | 1,337 | 55 | 181 | 1,997 | Elora was excited at the fact her scanning wasn't interrupted, and she made a cute little cheer once she was finished. She now had complete data of Ian's Framewerk, including all of his weak points and movement trajectories with an accuracy rate of 75%. She transmitted this data to both Serah and Sigma. "I got the data on him. You should now see green circles on his weak points, along with vector arrows pointing at his next predicted direction." This, coupled with complete battlefield awareness gave the three of them a considerable advantage over Ian.
Now that the drones were done scanning, it was time for them to reveal their biting side. Elora made a little smirk. "Activating Firing Mode."
The drone now stopped humming, and instead erected their turrets and started firing on Ian with lasers. They were weak shots, comparable to insect bites on a human, but if that didn't distract someone nothing will.
Elora informed through the private channel: "I'm coming to help, Serah." She then joined in on the assault herself, and began shooting at Ian with her ABR, targeting his weak points. She did remember him mentioning his Frame's specs, and decided to act on it, before it was too late for Serah. The ABR had low armor-piercing qualities, but against a low-defense unit with their weak points exposed it was sure to hurt. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,625 | 1,337 | 56 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Ian knew he was finished the moment Elora started firing at him. The only reason for a data collector to stop collecting data was if she had gotten all she need. With this in mind, Ian decided that if he was going down, he was going to take Serah down with him. He managed to parry her swing, though her use of wing caught him off guard, but he didn't stop pressing on. The wing dug into Anubis' neck as he pushed through with a roar, pushing as much energy as he could into his next move, a full on thrust into Atty's shoulder while the weapin shifted into his spear form, the amount of energy in the strike being enough to overwhelm the Framewerk's weakened systems and cause all combat systems to shut down, rendering her immobile and defeated to shut down . . . if he managed to hit her. After the strike, the Mech would come crashing down onto it's knees before falling over, suffering heavily from Elora's well placed shots. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Ian opened up a chat between both himself and all of those involved, deciding that congratulations are in order for Serah and her teammates.
"Now that was fun, seriously, and yeah, a private match would be excellent. But seriously, your guy's teamwork was amazing, top marks for all of you. Now go out there and beat the fuck out of everyone else, show that slimey doctor the proper way to run a team. As for me, I'll just stay in Anubis and wait for the match to end. Ciao!" Ian then reached inti a corner if the cockpit to oull out his own music player, before he began jamming out to his tunes, keeping on unplugged incase somethung important was announced.
Ian vs Team Strawberry:
Strawberry wins
Fatality | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
Special Ability: |
49,626 | 1,337 | 57 | 125 | 3,106 | Great! The wing nailed them. Now all the younger pilot had to do was kick off and have Sigma fire and it's... Wait, what is Ian doing? Serah quickly realised he was about to put all that kinetic energy into a final blow, something that would SURELY render her permanently offline were it to hit! Thinking quick she aimed the right thrust on Anubis' chest, letting out a faint "sorry". The other wing he used as a shield moved in to intercept the attack while all thrusters quickly were set to max. Anubis' attack managed to completely SHATTER her last line of protection, but it slowed down the attack enough to just graze the foot of Atty, the rest of the mech being out of range...
'ERROR. ERROR. ALL THRUSTERS OFFLINE. ERROR. ERROR.' Great, Serah turned into a sitting duck. "Sigma! Elore! I'm stuck, can't move! I'll need to reboot my Mech's movement systems and repair damages manually! Cover me!" After shouting that through the intercom Serah turned off all call logs and started furiously hammering the controls, then moving farther inside of her mech to repair any damage she couls. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,627 | 1,337 | 58 | 220 | 2,530 | Hm Sera somberly expressed her annoyance upon seeing the shot not being as effective as she initially thought. Still Serah and Ian were locked in that battle, and Sigma was just busy reloading the rifle, while taking notice of all the datafeed Elora was giving. Ian was fighting an uphill battle. And cornered soldiers were prone to last att...Hell no! Sigma braced herself, seeing how Ian was for a final bout focusing on all offense. She grimaced, starting her Jetpack. "DAMN!" She let out a slight course through the intercomm. One of her team was down, but then the communication came.
"Don't worry, Serah. You earned the cake. Elora, cover us and follow us." She added, as the power of the jetpack thruster roared, giving a distinctive signature, before being propelled at space-travel speeds towards Serah, grabbing the frame in the process and then speeding towards the ruins. "It's a good think this frame has options for salvage and rescue operations." | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,628 | 1,337 | 59 | 181 | 1,997 | Elora screamed once she saw what Ian did before his Framewerk collapsed. "Look out! Serah! SERAH! Stop firing!" She had her drones retreat from the scene, only to see it was too late: Serah's Framewerk was down. "S-Serah! Are you o-okay?" She started stuttering again, which was a sign of her starting to panic. However, she calmed down when she heard Serah respond. She was still alive, and Elora breathed deep. She then heard Ian congratulating them over a separate channel. "I'm sorry Ian," she responded before she switched back to the Strawberry channel.
"Roger," Elora responded to Sigma's words once Comet picked up Serah's Frame, and had her drones surround the three of them as they flew in the direction of the ruins together.
"Activate Scanning Mode." Her drones then started to scan Serah's Framewerk for structural damage, transmitting any results they found to the three of them while Elora kept vigilant watch around them.
"She's sustained serious structural damage to her Frame's thrusters and leg motors, with lesser damage to numerous sub-systems. This looks bad," Elora added, her anxiety shining through the intercom. However, she did her best in keeping her composure, since she didn't want to let them down during their time of crisis. She trusted in Sigma to have some kind of plan. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,629 | 1,337 | 60 | 935 | 1,934 | She raised her tear stained face upon hearing the sounds of combat somewhere.
Sniffing, Utano wiped the tears from her face, and held the lever, her mech moving jerkily up to a standing position. It sounded too close for her comfort, so once again, she moved AGAS further away from the center.
She was silent now, her music having been muted after her brief episode of uncontrollable crying, screaming and and a moment of irrational anger. Picking up her crumpled hat from the floor, she dusted it off and carefully put it on her head again. It was kinda funny in a way, she had just now resigned herself to just dying, and here she was still trying to avoid it.
She laughed at that, a genuine laugh for the first time in a long while.
This time, she found herself in a field of large pillars, the roof they supported long gone. It was... tranquil to say the least, one where she would had have written up a song on the spot and called in a crew to shoot the PV immediately.
"I'd call it Heartless Daybreak."
This was it. She wouldn't be running anymore. If there was ever a place she would pick to die in, it would be this place. | Name: Kiyokawa Utano
Age: 15
Personality: Concise, honest, and very direct, she is very level headed, preferring to logical, rational thoughts before acting on anything. Precisely because of this, she fears doing anything too risky, preferring to err on the side of caution. This does leave her without many friends however, as her bluntness and concise nature are often seen as abrasive to others. Her idol persona however, belies this, as she dons the mask of an extremely cheerful joyous person who lives in the present and acts on instinct.
Motive to live: To live another day
Background: Utano lives in one of the older planets, where things are more developed than the outer rim planets and still less than the oldest planets. She started her career there as an Idol relatively young, singing first for someone's birthday party, and then was scouted out by an agency. From then on, she lived a dual life as a simple schoolgirl barely anyone noticed, and as the up and rising Idol UTAU. Barely anyone else but her family and her producer knew about her dual life, and the income she was receiving. Seeing a way to amass a lot of fortune, she concentrated on being the best Idol she could, following in a lot of different classes; fitness, flexibility, singing, and the like.
Her brother, one day, left for a better job, leaving her with a promise to come back in time for her birthday. He never returned.
She didn't have to guess why. The news of the Cruxi was enough to tell her what happened. But still, Utano had to continue on living. Regardless of whether he was there, regardless of
Notable Deaths: Older brother.
Other things: If there is anything else you believe that needs telling, say so here.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: AGAS-P01 "Shrike"
Appearance:
Signature Weapon System: HAR-P01 - A heavy assault rifle firing powerful rounds with a lower rate of fire. The rifle itself is extremely hardy. No real distinguishing features or marks, save that it is a belt fed assault rifle.
Secondary Weapon System: A large flat vibroblade sheathed on the side of the ammopack on the back, a side pulse pistol which uses energy instead of bullets, and two plasma grenades.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Shrike is heavily armored, and optimized for movements on land, but it has a booster attachment for space deployments.
Special Ability:
Synchronization rate:74% |
49,630 | 1,337 | 61 | 908 | 430 | Ah! Zanny~! hummed Lorenzo as he spoke to Zan as he watched Anubis fall to the combined efforts of team Strawberry Shortcake. "Sorry, I was getting some sweets actually to answer you right away. Seems that the impatient ones started fighting before I could announce the fight and I got all riled up... that'll hurt their score for sure, but that's fine," he grinned as he watched from afar with a pair of binoculars. Disabling Anubis and Atty with his special device, Lorenzo radio'd in over the battlefield intercom.
"Due to the damages sustained both Serah and Ian have been disqualified, especially trigger finger Serah here who apparently started the fight without my permission. Naughty girl~! I wont punish the others, the fight has officially started. The altitude limit is the atmosphere, and upon taking what I deem suitable damage I will disable your Framewerks like I have done now. Do put up a good fight now~!
"I think that answered your question! Oh, and Zanny boy, you have full permission to use your hidden abilities... Bonus points for taking out three Framewerks within its time limit buddy!" laughed Lorenzo as he watched the finished fight with full-blown excitement. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,631 | 1,337 | 62 | 125 | 3,106 | Serah chimed into strawberry again. "Ehehe... Sorry girls. My bad. Seems like I'm out." | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,632 | 1,337 | 63 | 589 | 2,821 | With the announcement that the trials were about to begin, Iskander wasted no time in making his way to the hanger. Dutifully, he disrobed from his usual garments (a traditional Lemurian warrior’s garb, complete with crimson cloak), and changed into his attire for battle. The uniform was tight and extremely form-fitting, Iskander found, which he supposed was helpful in combat, though he found its otherwise utilitarian nature to be underwhelming. The uniform was simply black in color, with some white accents, and no other ornamentation. He kept his braided hair as it was to add just a bit of pomp to his appearance. It suited a warrior to appear in ways greater than a lesser man.
All the while, the colossus A3ON loomed above him. Its steely form was awe-inspiring to Iskander, and he was greatly thankful for the opportunity to ride into combat within such a terrifying construct of science and sorcery. Iskander climbed into the cockpit, connected the ports of his uniform to the corresponding interfaces, and set his hands on the controls. A highly complex, yet intuitive navigational system, the movements of Iskander’s arms, hands and all ten of his fingers coordinated into controlling the titan of fire and ice whose breast he dwelt within. Iskander began the ritual to animate A3ON.
“From the hate-scorched sky…”
The screens and ports displaying A3ON’s status and functions illuminated. The spell matrix that controlled the mundane and needlessly complex operations of the giant sprung to life, allowing Iskander to focus on A3ON’s primary service: battle.
“With righteous anger in our hearts…”
A3ON’s primary power source was igniting. Its two hearts, the battling cores of a dead star and a blazing supernova, began their dance deeper within its metal body. The entirety of the great machine thrummed with power as azoth coursed through its veins.
“We call forth the sword that smites evil…”
The dual swords and twin cannons of A3ON were alive as their master, already surging with the same divine power that fueled the demon artifact itself.
“Thou art the innocent blade…”
Its hearts roaring steadily and armaments prepared, A3ON was nearly entirely awakened. The excessive power and force generated by its core was channeled through to its wings, preparing them to thrust the colossus into battle.
“Machine God: A3ON!”
With a final, screeching roar of cataclysmic power, the man-made god A3ON had come to life once more. With the word from his superiors to begin the sortie, Iskander blasted out of the hanger, riding on a wave of hellfire. The battle was already underway. Iskander watched as the jackal-headed machine was torn apart three different angles by a cooperating trio. Though it took one down with it, the remaining two were particularly dangerous. The sniper Iskander particularly did not like, as he knew how dangerous superior range was on the battlefield. However, the other machine could prove to be a vulnerability in their alliance. A sniper always needed a spotter, after all.
Noting their respective positions, Iskander took a long route around the scanning robot and the sniping robot, using the ruins as cover. He kept A3ON’s footfalls to a minimum, mostly skirting along the ground with his wings, and primarily using ITHAQUA’s core to propel him, keeping his heat signature low. He just needed to get in range, and then the scanner would be his.
Iskander was in position quite quickly, choosing his stance to put the scanner between himself and the sniper, should his cover fail. Iskander then prepared his assault, while he still had the element of surprise. Using the delay-fire modes of his twin cannons’ magnetic shielding, he crafted a toroid of hot plasma, then cold plasma, then another slug of hot plasma, arranging all into concentric circles. He then released the shielding on the toroids, allowing them to collide, and fired the slug.
With that, all subtlety Iskander had previously utilized vanished. The colliding superhot and supercool plasmas sublimated the atmosphere surrounding the slug, both creating a miniature sub-nuclear explosion and enveloping the slug in a vacuum. The result of which, propelling the star-like orb of ionic matter at supersonic speed toward Iskander’s target, the scanner.
The blast at the source was astounding, which unfortunately very clearly designated Iskander’s position. A3ON crouched behind its leg shields, unharmed by the blast, as the seemingly obtrusive structures were designed to protect it from its own attacks. Knowing that his position was now compromised, he strafed in the direction that he predicted the scanner would then maneuver, judging by the density of the obstacles in the area. With any luck, he could find a new position to attack from, and still keep the scanner between himself and the sniper. | Name: Iskander Paradise
Appearance: "All you see before you, and still so much more."
Age: 16
Personality: Iskander has been forcibly warped into a warrior by the environment he grew up in, and as such he is unnaturally cold and pragmatic. While intelligent, he grapples with the delusions left behind by years of dogma and brainwashing. While he makes deliberate, pained efforts to be sociable, he doesn't find much value in other people (after all, what good is a warrior that cares too much to kill).
Motive to live: Iskander cares about the Cruxi about as much as he cares about the rest of humanity; not especially much. Hyperborea was on the opposite side of the galaxy from the Cruxi incursion, and Iskander was only vaguely aware of them when he was inducted into the program. But they're another enemy for him to fight, relieving Iskander of the need to be anything other than the warrior he was raised to be.
Background: Born and raised on Hyperborea, a colony world far from Earth, Iskander was brought up as a member of the Sons of Lemuria, a strange militant cult that developed on Hyperborea over the last century. As a warrior of the Lemurians, Iskander was raised as a child soldier, destined to fight the heretics that populated the rest of Hyperborea and bring them under the law of Lemuria. Iskander trained his body and mind, and by the age of fourteen was both a capable warrior and scholar; a Lemurian paragon.
The Sons of Lemuria were wiped out by the Hyperborean military well before Iskander ever went to war, and he was well as the other Lemurian children were taken in as wards of the state. There have been some rehabilitation efforts for Iskander and his peers, unlearning the seditious ideology ingrained in them by the Lemurian cult. Iskander's perception of the world was a very skewed one; even though the Lemurians had access to state-of-the-art technology, which he was perfectly proficient in using, he saw this as magic and sorcery rather than technology. Iskander has had more difficulty readjusting to society than most, and his rehabilitation has been cut short by his recruitment as a Framewerk pilot.
Notable Deaths: Iskander's parents, teachers, mentors and spiritual leaders have all been killed by the Hyperborean state for sedition against the government, as well as acts of terrorism.
Other things: Iskander is highly versed in a distorted version of Hyperborean history, Lemurian mythology, plasmic engineering ("pyromancy," as he knows it), and fighting in the twin-sword "Czar" style.
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Framewerk Code Name: Atlantis Mk. III Omnidynamic Neutralizer, or A3ON
Appearance: Thou art the innocent blade.
Signature Weapon System: The A3ON is powered by a unique joint-fusion core, utilizing hot and cold fusion simultaneously to power its systems, weapons in particular. A3ON generates plasma that can either approach a theoretical point of infinite heat or infinite cold, which is then magnetized and fired at the enemy through its twin plasma cannons, code-named CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA, respectively. Though the plasma cools/heats greatly away from the extremes reached in A3ON's core by the time it is fired, it is still extremely damaging to enemy units, and when the two substances meet, they produce explosions with enough force to sublimate foes. As A3ON's battlefield role is that of an adaptable and unpredictable skirmisher, CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA possess a variety of firing modes and are extremely flexible, multifunctional armaments.
Secondary Weapon System: A3ON's backup weapons are a pair of swords, codenamed BARZAI, the filaments of which can be vibrated intensely to superheat them and give them extreme cutting power.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Folded within A3ON's leg-shields are its SHANTAK flight system, a pair of bladelike wings that use the A3ON's exhaust runoff as a propulsion system. Clumsy and only truly efficient in short bursts, A3ON has very little maneuverability in flight, and cannot hover in-atmosphere.
Special Ability: ??? |
49,633 | 1,337 | 64 | 181 | 1,997 | Having kept constant guard around their surroundings, Elora felt like they were being watched. And the information specialist was right: she noted a red dot on the 3d-map she constructed previously moving closer to their position, but in a really roundabout way, confusing her as to his motivations for doing so. She did notice that she wasn't getting an energy reading at all, having to rely on the sonar to track its movement.
"There's an enemy unit moving around us, Sigma. It looks like it's-" Her words were cut short when she noticed the massive spike in her energy readings.
She turned around, and saw the Framewerk suddenly appearing and shooting some kind of high-energy missile. She had no time to dodge at this point, but there was one command she did yell as a trained reflex: "Drone Wall!" Her Data Drones immediately formed a defensive barrier around her, and they absorbed the enemy blast, completely sublimating them into the atmosphere by the resulting impact. She was left unscathed, but she now lost her drones, cutting her scanning ability by a major percentage. She was left to using her personal scanner, which was only effective at melee distance.
She started panicking for real this time, not even deep breathing helping with the issue this time. However, she then remembered she had complete Framewerk data, thanks to Serah's sacrifice, and thus could triple her scanning speed by having the Combat Analzyer simply gloss over repeating data, and focus on the new info. Framewerks were much like humans where every human had distinctive differences, but they all shared the same biological function and form, and thus she could still collect data from the Framewerk at a pace where it would matter.
However, there was still the issue that her personal scanner had such a short range. Then an idea popped up in Elora's head; it was the kind of idea that her usually shy self would never act upon, and her mind did warn her against doing that.
You could be torn to shreds, you don't have the data to know if it's worth the risk.
But then, as a flash of inspiration, she remembered Sigma's words: "Your confidence is low, but your spirit is great."
She made a short message to Sigma: "Get ready to shoot." She then activated her jet booster and all her anti-grav projectors, and charged at full speed towards the enemy Framewerk. He may have been expecting her to try to move evasively, since it was a known stereotype that scanners were not fit for butting in. But this time she was going to do it. She was scared inside, definitely. But she trusted in her higher level armor and agility to keep her constantly in close proximity to the enemy. She didn't know if the enemy had some kind of hidden melee weapon ready to use in case someone got close, but based on what she saw it was less dangerous than staying as a firing range target for it to shoot superpowered weaponry at.
"My confidence is low, but my spirit is great! my confidence is low...BUT MY SPIRIT IS GREAT!"
Once she charged in and tackled the enemy unit, she began immediately scanning, and once she got enough data for the command, she activated it by shouting: "ENEMY UNIT SPOTTED!" She also got a couple of its weak points scanned and transmitted in the short time they were in contact. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,634 | 1,337 | 65 | 589 | 2,821 | Before Takeo even had time to face the sounds of the carnage that erupted nearby, a canine-looking Framewerk went down in a storm of bullets and plasma. He heard Ian's voice over comms, and identified the machine as the Anubis, knocked out of the fight in a three-pronged attack. The XO confirmed his thoughts. Damn it, Takeo thought. How can I prove anything if I can't even protect my comrades from a slaughter?
Something about the formation of the other units bothered him. Teamwork? Takeo thought he had heard Ian say as much. It could have been coincidence, but it certainly looked like they were working together. He felt himself growing angry.
"Cheap tactics," Takeo said over the main channel. But you can't take me out that easily!
A ferocious explosion suddenly drowned out his thoughts, vaporizing several drones nearby one of the Framewerks. The ordinance involved set Takeo to sweating. I can handle bullets, maybe, but that kind of hit would hurt anyone. He found the attention of the other two units now focused on the newcomer. Maybe I can even the odds, form an alliance and deal with that power later. He nodded to himself, smiling. It was time to engage.
"Hey, explosion guy!" Takeo spoke on the main channel, hoping to grab the pilot's attention. "Iron Sparrow here. Let's take out this team first, and have ourselves a fair fight!" He pushed his thrusters to full output, charging forward across the terrain toward the Framewerk with a long rifle. He hoped his prospective teammate would see his support and agree to help.
Let's see how you do in close quarters, sniper! Takeo held his blade across his body, speeding toward his target as he began a devastating horizontal slash at the Frame's torso. | Name: Iskander Paradise
Appearance: "All you see before you, and still so much more."
Age: 16
Personality: Iskander has been forcibly warped into a warrior by the environment he grew up in, and as such he is unnaturally cold and pragmatic. While intelligent, he grapples with the delusions left behind by years of dogma and brainwashing. While he makes deliberate, pained efforts to be sociable, he doesn't find much value in other people (after all, what good is a warrior that cares too much to kill).
Motive to live: Iskander cares about the Cruxi about as much as he cares about the rest of humanity; not especially much. Hyperborea was on the opposite side of the galaxy from the Cruxi incursion, and Iskander was only vaguely aware of them when he was inducted into the program. But they're another enemy for him to fight, relieving Iskander of the need to be anything other than the warrior he was raised to be.
Background: Born and raised on Hyperborea, a colony world far from Earth, Iskander was brought up as a member of the Sons of Lemuria, a strange militant cult that developed on Hyperborea over the last century. As a warrior of the Lemurians, Iskander was raised as a child soldier, destined to fight the heretics that populated the rest of Hyperborea and bring them under the law of Lemuria. Iskander trained his body and mind, and by the age of fourteen was both a capable warrior and scholar; a Lemurian paragon.
The Sons of Lemuria were wiped out by the Hyperborean military well before Iskander ever went to war, and he was well as the other Lemurian children were taken in as wards of the state. There have been some rehabilitation efforts for Iskander and his peers, unlearning the seditious ideology ingrained in them by the Lemurian cult. Iskander's perception of the world was a very skewed one; even though the Lemurians had access to state-of-the-art technology, which he was perfectly proficient in using, he saw this as magic and sorcery rather than technology. Iskander has had more difficulty readjusting to society than most, and his rehabilitation has been cut short by his recruitment as a Framewerk pilot.
Notable Deaths: Iskander's parents, teachers, mentors and spiritual leaders have all been killed by the Hyperborean state for sedition against the government, as well as acts of terrorism.
Other things: Iskander is highly versed in a distorted version of Hyperborean history, Lemurian mythology, plasmic engineering ("pyromancy," as he knows it), and fighting in the twin-sword "Czar" style.
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Framewerk Code Name: Atlantis Mk. III Omnidynamic Neutralizer, or A3ON
Appearance: Thou art the innocent blade.
Signature Weapon System: The A3ON is powered by a unique joint-fusion core, utilizing hot and cold fusion simultaneously to power its systems, weapons in particular. A3ON generates plasma that can either approach a theoretical point of infinite heat or infinite cold, which is then magnetized and fired at the enemy through its twin plasma cannons, code-named CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA, respectively. Though the plasma cools/heats greatly away from the extremes reached in A3ON's core by the time it is fired, it is still extremely damaging to enemy units, and when the two substances meet, they produce explosions with enough force to sublimate foes. As A3ON's battlefield role is that of an adaptable and unpredictable skirmisher, CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA possess a variety of firing modes and are extremely flexible, multifunctional armaments.
Secondary Weapon System: A3ON's backup weapons are a pair of swords, codenamed BARZAI, the filaments of which can be vibrated intensely to superheat them and give them extreme cutting power.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Folded within A3ON's leg-shields are its SHANTAK flight system, a pair of bladelike wings that use the A3ON's exhaust runoff as a propulsion system. Clumsy and only truly efficient in short bursts, A3ON has very little maneuverability in flight, and cannot hover in-atmosphere.
Special Ability: ??? |
49,635 | 1,337 | 66 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma bit her nail. Everything had gone to hell. Her team had started before time, and lost a frame in a futile struggle, down to Elora and her now. Doing such a thing and even still failing. I might die of embarrassment of this.She thought while pondering the situation. Sooner or later, other frameworks would catch their position. Frankly, to be honest, It was going to be a hell to endure.
Elora's action was inspiring. With such little coaxing, she had fiercely charged on some sort of explosion guy. She felt reassured. But then, another mecha pounced, making Elora's action moot. Worse, it was one of the top heavy frames. Damn, sorry. This all was my fault.
"Run away, Elora." Sigma said blandly as she saw the new guy sweeping with force at her. She shot the slug hurriedly at the center of mass, before discarding the rifle...
...and bringing her plasma cutter, which she held in a counterattack to cut the steel blade, as she jumped with her thrusters to at least avoid damage. If it didn't work It'd probably lose her legs. But better the legs than the fight.Know what? That hulking brute is not the only guy with plasma. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,636 | 1,337 | 67 | 665 | 141 | Before the battle even officially begun, two mechs were already destroying one another right out of the fight; and, much to Ant's glee, they just happened to be Anubis and Atty. Ant whooped loudly in his cockpit, having enjoyed watching the spectacle from a longer distance, in his own submerged corner of boulders and a stagnant basin. Hah! Looks like they couldn't wait to destroy each other. All the better for me, Ant thought. And yet, he couldn't help but admire what he saw. The pilots were beginning to prove more formidable than Ant first anticipated, with Serah, Sigma, and Elora's coordination, alongside Ian's sheer willpower.
In fact, the feeling was growing even moreso for those remaining. His only worries that remained were the larger, slower mechs; however, Ant was beginning to realize that they did come with their own, in not bigger, challenges. While slower in movement and action, they certainly hit harder than their faster counterparts (as the opposite effects in both cases applied with Perry, as well). Many of these mechs could crush him with as much as two blows if he didn't see it coming, a few of them in even one if they hit him just right. But Ant was confident (perhaps overly so) that his unmatched speed would be enough to dodge most attacks.
He would certainly have a handful if he attempted dealing with Elora and Sigma on his own, as they made quick work of Ian in a flashy blaze; they were clearly working together. Sigma might have been more robot than human in Ant's mind, but it was very clear that she was not a mind to trifle with, having made an early (and evidently effective) alliance with one of the most useful pilots for her needs.
His true worries lied in the three mechs Ant couldn't account for having seen yet on the battlefield; Zan's, Korie's, and... the girl dressed like an idol. She was so reclusive that she didn't even share her name. He knew it was wise for them to wait it out; but he also knew it was cowardly. After a moment of indecisiveness, Ant resolved to make his move. He no longer cared about the strategic benefits of waiting it out; he was beginning to grow restless and, motivated by his peers, wanted to show the rest of them just what damage he could do. If they aren't going to come to me, I'll just have to reel them in myself, Ant concluded. But he knew he needed an in. He would be out of the fight in a moment without a distraction...
...and just like that, it seemed two of them slipped out of hiding to tackle the imposing sniper-spotter duo. One mech made what looked to Ant like a massive energy blast right towards the spotter, which managed to fend to itself quite surprisingly and, to Ant's even greater astonishment, actually charged the source of the imposing blast. A wide smile grew on Ant's face. I may have been wrong about you, little mouse, Ant thought. Then Ant caught a glimpse of the large, tank-like abomination, charging straight for the sniper.
Ant's smile grew even wider; they were all convening in a large mass for him; he didn't even have to do any work. Well then, there isn't a better moment than the present, Ant yelled with a great laugh; all the while, Perry was positioning itself in its Sprinter stance, its thrusters revving even louder than before. His laughing grew louder, but it was a pleasant, happy laughter; he was actually having fun, for once. Regaining his composure, his smile turned into a cheek to cheek grin: he rowed forward with his arms, pushing forward with all his might.
And with that, Perry dashed forward with transendent speed, leaving a massive gust of dirt in his wake, heading straight into the current thick of battle. He was quite pleased to see them all pre-occupied with one another. Without much of a warning on Ant's end, Ant appeared swiftly in suitable range. At a safe distance, he shifted his sprint to face them parallel opposed to straight ahead. Perry gave them a mock salute while still running. "Hey guys!" Ant exclaimed sarcastically over his intercomm; he proceeded to pull out his pistols, aiming in all four's general vicinity. They were inaccurate, of course; but without doubt, the results would be hellfire.
Perry began its barrage. | Name: Matsuda Takeo
Age: 16
Personality: Takeo is known to be quite passive, though cheerful and optimistic. He floats through life with a smile on his face, and is quick to help those whom ask. Though despite his friendliness, he is very hard to know, and has an unwillingness to form bonds. He is quiet beyond idle banter, only truly opening up when asked about his work. He is somewhat lazy and often reluctant to go above the minimum of what he is asked, though he will do nearly anything if pressed. He is quick to laugh and soft of voice, and enjoys food more than most.
Motive to live: Takeo was selected for the project, and found he could not turn down the offer of working directly with the engineers on his own Framewerk. Part of the bargain demanded he also pilot it to eliminate alien threats to the Earth, but he is ignorant to the true implications of this. In light of this, he fights only because he was asked to.
Background: Takeo grew up in an outer-rim planet locked in war with the Cruxi. His parents were killed early into his childhood, and he remembers little of them. He was quickly drafted into helping maintain and repair armed vehicles as a combat engineer, and honed his skills over the years. Though his creations lack polish, they are usually strong and functional, and he is capable of delicate operations in the thick of battle. Just after his sixteenth birthday, Takeo was extracted from his home world and brought to Earth to serve in the Framewerks project.
Notable Deaths: Ivan Sparrow - Six months before Takeo was drafted into the Framewerk project, his best friend Ivan was killed in an explosion during a skirmish with the Cruxi. Takeo still blames himself for the event, and it has led to his emotional vacancy and inability to form new friendships.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Iron Sparrow
Appearance:
Iron Sparrow is a crude Frame made of thick, heavy, unpolished gray steel. Dexterity is lost upon it - its legs have little mobility, instead requiring powerful thrusters in the feet to aid in locomotion. Its only marking is a white-blue star on the center of the mask, a symbol Takeo also wears on a cord around his neck.
Signature Weapon System: Paladin - Iron Sparrow is equipped with a massive steel blade, connected at the wrist, and a giant kite-shaped shield plate embedded in its back. The blade can retract along the arm, but the shield is stationary. The blade is not very sharp - rather, it crushes foes through sheer force with the aid of the thrusters on the forearms of the Frame. The shield is rudimentary, but its sheer size and thickness allows it to withstand almost anything while Iron Sparrow protects its comrades.
Secondary Weapon System: Iron Sparrow contains hundreds of repair drones within itself, allowing minor repairs to other Framewerks. Its own plating is too thick, however, for repair drones to be of any use on itself.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Iron Sparrow uses thrusters mounted on the wrists and feet for movement. It is quite slow, and to make up for this, Iron Sparrow has the unique capability to equip a device known as an Overbooster thanks to the shield on its back. The Overbooster is planted directly on the shield, and is a massive engine capable of propelling Iron Sparrow linearly at extreme speeds. Once its fuel is depleted, it detaches. This allows Iron Sparrow to punch immediately into enemy ranks, where it can do the most good, but does nothing to help with the Framewerk's otherwise poor mobility.
Sync Ratio: 85%
Special Ability: N/A |
49,637 | 1,337 | 68 | 908 | 430 | As Takeo approached Sigma, and as Elora approached Iskander... time moved fairly slowly at the two spots.
Click...
Subtle. Subtle little mechanisms could be detected as Elora got close to Iskander, until her Frame's foot triggered a wire next to a smokescreen of sorts that soon enveloped the entirety of both Iskander and herself. Although, the cloud itself wasn't that very useful to hide them, both Iskander and Elora would soon find that their Frameworks would start behaving oddly, and that there were static flakes in the smoke.
As for where Sigma and Takeo were at, Takeo's Sparrow trigger a similar trap, although it was series of explosives that promptly sunk both Sigma's and Takeo's Mech down into the old underground train supply railroad a few floors down. It would seem that someone had laid traps down before the fight had started.
"Sir... aren't those Cadet Antwon's handiwork?" asked Ritsu as she frowned. "How did he have the timed to do all that...?"
"I did say that they had about 10 minutes till the fight starts for preparations or whatever else... While Sigma, Serah, and Elora formed a team, he placed traps all over the ruins and city," cackled Lorenzo with much amusement. "I think it's fair to make use of one's resources, no? Anyway, I think things have just gotten much more interesting... That smoke covering both Elora's and Iskander's mech will be making with weapons effectively useless for few minutes, kinda like a subtle EMP... useful toy I invented if I do say so myself."
"Isn't that a bit cheating...?"
"Like three on one isn't~?"
"Hmph..."
"Be more carefree lieutenant, and enjoy the chaos! Sigma and Takeo are now underground... so we can't really see what they're up to... but I have a feeling things will only get far more interesting from here on out... Oh, and would you like some cake~?"
"...No thank you," groaned Ritsu as she turned on the mock battle area cameras in from a nearby panel and began viewing. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,638 | 1,337 | 69 | 220 | 2,530 | Takeo knew he was not fast. Still, he had not expected the sniper to shoot at him with such a closure. The barrel was brought to his chest, and Takeo smiled. He was off to a good start.
He begun sword's relentless arc, but he did not anticipate the bullet's path. With a crack that echoed through the ruins, the cannon's massive projectile slammed into Iron Sparrow's wrist, ricocheting off before glancing against his breastplate. The impact negated the force of Takeo's swing, nearly turning his body in the process. A wicked surge of pain shot through his arm and he cried out.
"RIGHT ARM 50% DAMAGE. CORE 10% DAMAGE." The automated voice matched the status screen's display.
It's not my arm, it's not real! Eyes wet, he pressed onward in anger and desperation, redoubling the slash. He turned his body with the blade, striking out, but his opponent had dropped their weapon and leapt away. The massive sword caught the Framewerk's legs at a bad angle, glancing off without penetrating, but sending the sniper into a furious spin. Takeo brought his arms up together above hid head, slashing down with all his weight in a combination attack. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,639 | 1,337 | 70 | 908 | 430 | He's here...
Korie, who has been following the underground supply route from using their Framewerk's shockwave ability and paying attention to the intercom and listening to what has been going on above, finally stopped and looked up as they heard a subtle laughter and a volley of gunfire. "Takeo, help the bird get back on its wings would you?" they said referring to Sigma as they raised their hand towards the ceiling, and promptly shot forward their arm's stake straight towards one of Perry's legs from underneath before using a full-blown Shockwave. It wouldn't matter if the roof would collapse on top of them, Korie's Framework was built to withstand such things despite its build due to its armor and unique joints and pendulums.
"Antwon, sorry for this, but your opponent is me for now," murmured Korie on the local comms link as they began their surprise attack from below unto Perry and Antwon. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,640 | 1,337 | 71 | 220 | 2,530 | The feeling of weightlessness occurred simultaneously to several white-hot pinpricks in his back. Before he realized what was happening, Takeo's Frame slammed hard into ancient earth and stone, and his jaws snapped together from the impact.
"SHIELD 17% DAMAGE. LEG RIGHT 7% DAMAGE. SHIELD 21% DAMAGE. LEG LEFT 13% DAMAGE. SHIELD 25% DAMAGE." Iron Sparrow's console exploded with a storm of lights and sounds, bringing Takeo out of his battle haze. He sat up in the cockpit, trying to make sense of the readings. The continuous damage to his back plate had stabilized, but he had no idea who had hit him. Was someone leeching me? Or...some kind of acid? He pulled a series of interfaces and stood Iron Sparrow from its crouched position.
"How did I end up in here?" The dust from the fall was settling, and he found himself in a massive crater. He also noticed that he was not alone, and his opponent, the sniper, was rising before him. "Ground must have been unstable," Takeo said, sliding back into position for battle.
To his surprise, his opponent made no hint of attack, despite the plasma blade in their hand.
"Better you than those braggarts of Ant, Korie or Ian," a female voice came through his audio feed. "Strike me down to get brownie points. Maybe you can make a comeback. If you can climb up."
Takeo recognized the frequency signature of the Comet Sigma, pilot Sigma. A very unnerving girl, face never moving from stern composure. He was surprised at her surrender. He would have expected someone like Sigma to strike with unwavering purpose.
A thought struck him, then. This was a mock battle, but fighting was not Iron Sparrow's only purpose on the field. As if reading his mind, the frequency signature of Aester, Takeo's new friend Korie, came through on the main channel.
"Takeo, help the bird get back on its wings, would you?"
He was not sure how Korie had meant it, but he quickly input general impact repair algorithms to his drones and targeted Comet Sigma's frequency. Thousands of small machines filled the air, drifting gently toward the other Framewerk.
"Don't worry," Takeo said. "This won't hurt." He realized it might be confusing, so he spoke before Sigma had a chance to question his motives. "They said they wanted to see how we do in combat, right? Well, this is one of my combat functions, and it's not any less important." Letting his drones go to work, Takeo surveyed the area. "Maybe you can help me come up with a way out of here." | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,641 | 1,337 | 72 | 665 | 141 | It was a truly, truly, glorious sight for Ant to behold. His eyes welled with tears in pure joy: the flames, the dust, the carnage he created... it was a pure work of art.
He only assumed that his mines were compromised from their lack of earlier activation, but it was all the more perfect that they triggered right on his moment of attack; it was one hell of a fireworks display, and for those still out of the fight, it would certainly indicate the center of action. Smart enough to keep moving, Ant chuckled to himself, feeling completely unstoppable. Upon Ant's request, his cockpit contained a speaker system that would rival only the greatest of concerts; he took it upon himself to put his comm system on Speaker Mode, so as everyone could enjoy his taste in music.
Ant spoke loudly on the intercomm as well, so as to make certain everyone could hear: "Hello, hello, hello! Welcome, everyone, to Antwon's little corner of Hell! As you have probably witnessed, I have made this modest arena my home! And it has made some lovely work with the majority of you. As for those of you hiding about; surrender now, and I'll be certain to consider your request upo--"
!!!
Aester's stake pierced straight through the ground, heading straight in Ant's direction; from beneath him, no less. Perry clumsily side-stepped, only missing the stake by a margin; Ant could even see the stake in crisp detail as it passed beyond Perry's peripheral, noting that it would have pierced right through him (him, mind you, not just Perry) if he didn't flinch out of the way. It was most definitely a wake up call for the presumptuous boy, but it wasn't enough to prevent Perry's halted speed and off-kilter footing... or the unassumed shockwave to follow.
Perry fell to the ground with a harsh THUD, followed shortly by the ground he was standing on collapsing in on itself. Ant was able to foresee the collapse, managing to have Perry perform an impromptu backward roll to attempt a speedy recovery upon crashing down into the supply route. However, it was only so effective; Perry rolled, but the external damage was still quite significant. Perry's left side took most of the brunt of damage, with the side's arm practically hanging off of it, and the pistol along with it was lost in the rubble. His torso was crushed into itself as well, leaving a moderate target on his left side for finishing the job.
Ant shook his head, which was now pounding from the tumble. He looked forward... much to his dismay, seeing three mechs in close proximity; and seemingly on friendly terms. Ahhhhhh, shit, Ant mumbled under his breath. He was slightly relieved to see the two of them in a clear state of disarray... but then he saw Korie and her framewerk, Aester, not far off ahead. Looking straight in his direction.
Only moments ago, Ant was in the clouds, and now, this... this, thing, took every step it could to ruin the little moments of happiness he had. The familiar scowl returned to Ant's face, only all the more intent. Ant turned up his speakers; all the while, having Perry face straight towards his nemesis. "You think you can hit me!?!?!?" Ant screamed through his intercomm. He was feeling it now; his blood was pumping, his heart racing. He was in the zone. "You think I'll let anyone hurt me!?!?!?"
And then, he charged forward. Still quite a formidable haste, straight towards the lot of them. But they were not his target... | Name: Matsuda Takeo
Age: 16
Personality: Takeo is known to be quite passive, though cheerful and optimistic. He floats through life with a smile on his face, and is quick to help those whom ask. Though despite his friendliness, he is very hard to know, and has an unwillingness to form bonds. He is quiet beyond idle banter, only truly opening up when asked about his work. He is somewhat lazy and often reluctant to go above the minimum of what he is asked, though he will do nearly anything if pressed. He is quick to laugh and soft of voice, and enjoys food more than most.
Motive to live: Takeo was selected for the project, and found he could not turn down the offer of working directly with the engineers on his own Framewerk. Part of the bargain demanded he also pilot it to eliminate alien threats to the Earth, but he is ignorant to the true implications of this. In light of this, he fights only because he was asked to.
Background: Takeo grew up in an outer-rim planet locked in war with the Cruxi. His parents were killed early into his childhood, and he remembers little of them. He was quickly drafted into helping maintain and repair armed vehicles as a combat engineer, and honed his skills over the years. Though his creations lack polish, they are usually strong and functional, and he is capable of delicate operations in the thick of battle. Just after his sixteenth birthday, Takeo was extracted from his home world and brought to Earth to serve in the Framewerks project.
Notable Deaths: Ivan Sparrow - Six months before Takeo was drafted into the Framewerk project, his best friend Ivan was killed in an explosion during a skirmish with the Cruxi. Takeo still blames himself for the event, and it has led to his emotional vacancy and inability to form new friendships.
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Framewerk Code Name: Iron Sparrow
Appearance:
Iron Sparrow is a crude Frame made of thick, heavy, unpolished gray steel. Dexterity is lost upon it - its legs have little mobility, instead requiring powerful thrusters in the feet to aid in locomotion. Its only marking is a white-blue star on the center of the mask, a symbol Takeo also wears on a cord around his neck.
Signature Weapon System: Paladin - Iron Sparrow is equipped with a massive steel blade, connected at the wrist, and a giant kite-shaped shield plate embedded in its back. The blade can retract along the arm, but the shield is stationary. The blade is not very sharp - rather, it crushes foes through sheer force with the aid of the thrusters on the forearms of the Frame. The shield is rudimentary, but its sheer size and thickness allows it to withstand almost anything while Iron Sparrow protects its comrades.
Secondary Weapon System: Iron Sparrow contains hundreds of repair drones within itself, allowing minor repairs to other Framewerks. Its own plating is too thick, however, for repair drones to be of any use on itself.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Iron Sparrow uses thrusters mounted on the wrists and feet for movement. It is quite slow, and to make up for this, Iron Sparrow has the unique capability to equip a device known as an Overbooster thanks to the shield on its back. The Overbooster is planted directly on the shield, and is a massive engine capable of propelling Iron Sparrow linearly at extreme speeds. Once its fuel is depleted, it detaches. This allows Iron Sparrow to punch immediately into enemy ranks, where it can do the most good, but does nothing to help with the Framewerk's otherwise poor mobility.
Sync Ratio: 85%
Special Ability: N/A |
49,642 | 1,337 | 73 | 2,401 | 173 | "Ah! Zanny~!" hummed Lorenzo as he spoke to Zan, "Sorry, I was getting some sweets actually to answer you right away. Seems that the impatient ones started fighting before I could announce the fight and I got all riled up... that'll hurt their score for sure, but that's fine."
Lorenzo radio'd in over the battlefield intercom. "Due to the damages sustained both Serah and Ian have been disqualified, especially trigger finger Serah here who apparently started the fight without my permission. Naughty girl~! I wont punish the others, the fight has officially started. The altitude limit is the atmosphere, and upon taking what I deem suitable damage I will disable your Framewerks like I have done now. Do put up a good fight now~!
"I think that answered your question! Oh, and Zanny boy, you have full permission to use your hidden abilities... Bonus points for taking out three Framewerks within its time limit buddy!" laughed Lorenzo.
Even though the last statement wasn't an order, Zan took it as one. "Sir, yes, sir!" responded Zan, "Also sir my name is Zan, and it is disrespectfully to give your subordinates pet names, sir." Zan decided to watch the others fight for a while, and learn a bit about his fellow pilots through the way they fight.
"Hello, hello, hello! Welcome, everyone, to Antwon's little corner of Hell! As you have probably witnessed, I have made this modest arena my home!" said Antwon
'....... looks like it is time to join the fight and teach him some things,' thought Zan.
And it has made some lovely work with the majority of you. As for those of you hiding about; surrender now, and I'll be certain to consider your request upo--"
Right when Zan was about to jump out his spot to take out Antwon, a stake pierced through the ground narrowly missing Antwon's Framewerk. Then a shock-wave happened, Zan barely getting hit by it, and then followed by the ground falling out from below Antwon. Zan figured there was now at least four of his fellow pilots down there, he decided it was probably the best time to use his Framewerk's ability. So Zan removed the covering of the only protected button above his head, then he pressed it. After that all of the spots over his Framewerk that let off a light blue light, changed to a bright red. Also a fifteen minute timer started on the bottom-right corner of his field of vision. Zan went over a piece of rubble that was easily bigger than Пожертвовать, and picked it up. Zan looked at the countdown and it read 14:34. He went over to now the recent hole and threw the chunk of rubble down into it. Right afterwards Zan jumped down into the crater. Whoever was the closest to Zan when he made it down there was going to be the one he attacked, unless they were already taken out by the chunk of rubble and the other pieces of rubble that it would probably bring down. | •Name: "The next potential pilot's name is Zan Carter."
•Appearance: "He is 6'3" and weighs 200 lbs. He has short black hair, brown eyes. He has an above average amount of muscle for someone his age. He could be described as handsome. For noticeable markings, he has a scar on his face that goes from below his right eye to past his bottom lip."
•Age: "The potential pilot is sixteen years old."
•Personality: "From what we observed he seems to have his friends' back no matter what the situation is, and would die for them. He tends listen more that talk. People seem to come to him for advice, quite a bit. He seems to be an all around nice guy."
•Motive to live: "His reason to live appears to be to kill the Cruxi."
•Background: "From what we could find was that his family was average. He had five younger sisters. He became an older brother when he was eight years old. The last one was born the year he turned twelve years old. Both of his parents worked, so it seems he helped take care of his sisters. His mom and dad both worked, so helped take care of his younger sisters. The potential pilot had an extremely average childhood, until the planet he lived on was attacked by the Cruxi. It appears his family died on the planet, while he lived and made it off world onboard the last military ship. He became a ward of the state on account of having no living family. Later on, he was forced to go to a military boot camp for his behavior, which is where he is currently."
•Notable Deaths: "His entire family appears to have been wiped out by the Cruxi attacks.
•Other things: "He needs medication to sleep."
•Framewerk Code Name: Пожертвовать
•Signature Weapon System: This Framewerk uses it hands to destroy enemies, mainly ripping them apart. This Framewerk has reinforced joints and strong actuators ('muscles') compared to other Framewerks.
•Secondary Weapon System: The mouth of this Framewerk is full of razor sharp teeth meant to bit through Cruxi armor.
•Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Basic thrusters on it's back and shoulders, just enough to maneuver in space.
•Current Synchro Rate: 99%
•Special Ability: Sacrifice; No More: Zan’s Framewerk’s True ability… which grants it unbelievable raw power and speed compared to the other Framewerks; giving it the title of the strongest Framewerk in terms of raw strength. Quadrupling its strength that it can destroy things 50x stronger than diamonds with its bare hands and its jaws alone due to its special make up and its speed going at absurd rates such as 1000 miles per hour that has been in development since 2200, however, because the strain on the pilot is severe in this situation, this state of performance can only be maintained for 15 minutes before the pilot suffers a 30% Synch Ratio loss. |
49,643 | 1,337 | 74 | 589 | 2,821 | The bullseye-launched plasma hit its mark, but the spotter sacrificed its lesser units to block the attack. Interesting, Iskander noted. However, rather than maneuver around as he was expecting it to, the enemy unit charged straight in toward him. Also interesting. Iskander readied his swords as the machine closed into melee range, and took up a defensive posture. Its spray of bullets mostly hit A3ON's leg shields, but a stray shot here and there dented Iskander's armor.
However, as his opponent barely entered his range, a cloud of smoke sprang up, obscuring his vision. It seemed to have properties beyond normal smoke, as A3ON was now reporting spell paradoxes within its armaments. Iskander cursed; who laid this trap here, and how had he been stupid enough to not notice it? Regardless, malfunctioning weapons were of little disadvantage to him at this range; it was very difficult for a sword to malfunction. As the form of the enemy was still fairly apparent through the smoke, Iskander met the enemy's charge with his BARZAI swords, his training in the style of dual wielding surely more than a match for his more sheltered opponent. | Name: Iskander Paradise
Appearance: "All you see before you, and still so much more."
Age: 16
Personality: Iskander has been forcibly warped into a warrior by the environment he grew up in, and as such he is unnaturally cold and pragmatic. While intelligent, he grapples with the delusions left behind by years of dogma and brainwashing. While he makes deliberate, pained efforts to be sociable, he doesn't find much value in other people (after all, what good is a warrior that cares too much to kill).
Motive to live: Iskander cares about the Cruxi about as much as he cares about the rest of humanity; not especially much. Hyperborea was on the opposite side of the galaxy from the Cruxi incursion, and Iskander was only vaguely aware of them when he was inducted into the program. But they're another enemy for him to fight, relieving Iskander of the need to be anything other than the warrior he was raised to be.
Background: Born and raised on Hyperborea, a colony world far from Earth, Iskander was brought up as a member of the Sons of Lemuria, a strange militant cult that developed on Hyperborea over the last century. As a warrior of the Lemurians, Iskander was raised as a child soldier, destined to fight the heretics that populated the rest of Hyperborea and bring them under the law of Lemuria. Iskander trained his body and mind, and by the age of fourteen was both a capable warrior and scholar; a Lemurian paragon.
The Sons of Lemuria were wiped out by the Hyperborean military well before Iskander ever went to war, and he was well as the other Lemurian children were taken in as wards of the state. There have been some rehabilitation efforts for Iskander and his peers, unlearning the seditious ideology ingrained in them by the Lemurian cult. Iskander's perception of the world was a very skewed one; even though the Lemurians had access to state-of-the-art technology, which he was perfectly proficient in using, he saw this as magic and sorcery rather than technology. Iskander has had more difficulty readjusting to society than most, and his rehabilitation has been cut short by his recruitment as a Framewerk pilot.
Notable Deaths: Iskander's parents, teachers, mentors and spiritual leaders have all been killed by the Hyperborean state for sedition against the government, as well as acts of terrorism.
Other things: Iskander is highly versed in a distorted version of Hyperborean history, Lemurian mythology, plasmic engineering ("pyromancy," as he knows it), and fighting in the twin-sword "Czar" style.
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Framewerk Code Name: Atlantis Mk. III Omnidynamic Neutralizer, or A3ON
Appearance: Thou art the innocent blade.
Signature Weapon System: The A3ON is powered by a unique joint-fusion core, utilizing hot and cold fusion simultaneously to power its systems, weapons in particular. A3ON generates plasma that can either approach a theoretical point of infinite heat or infinite cold, which is then magnetized and fired at the enemy through its twin plasma cannons, code-named CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA, respectively. Though the plasma cools/heats greatly away from the extremes reached in A3ON's core by the time it is fired, it is still extremely damaging to enemy units, and when the two substances meet, they produce explosions with enough force to sublimate foes. As A3ON's battlefield role is that of an adaptable and unpredictable skirmisher, CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA possess a variety of firing modes and are extremely flexible, multifunctional armaments.
Secondary Weapon System: A3ON's backup weapons are a pair of swords, codenamed BARZAI, the filaments of which can be vibrated intensely to superheat them and give them extreme cutting power.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Folded within A3ON's leg-shields are its SHANTAK flight system, a pair of bladelike wings that use the A3ON's exhaust runoff as a propulsion system. Clumsy and only truly efficient in short bursts, A3ON has very little maneuverability in flight, and cannot hover in-atmosphere.
Special Ability: ??? |
49,644 | 1,337 | 75 | 908 | 430 | ... Korie sighed at Antwon's rage, for it seemed that their attack on them seemed to have given them strength instead. They were gladly going to finish the job on them, no, they were sure they could. Aester's defenses, speed, and strength were sharp enough to counter Perry's, even after the rubble fell, there was minor surface damage upon Aester's armor. Getting ready to charge towards Antwon and Perry, it was then that Korie noticed something far worse; Zan and his Framewerk along with a giant piece of debris that was flung their way.
"Antwon, I think we have bigger problems-" but they were cut off from their fellow pilot who was shouting at them and the loud music.
The red lights from Zan's framework, the incoming debris, and Antwon. Takeo repairing Sigma, Elora fighting Iskander... and that idol who really shouldn't be here all came to Korie's mind within a few seconds as a plan came to action.
Damn it... I guess it can't be helped. I wont be winning this then... it's just how I am...
"Takeo, Birdy," spoke Korie to both Sigma and Takeo before facing Antwon and Zan, "I'll buy you some time... so take down Goliath and win," they said, most likely referring to Zan and his Framework.
With that, Korie Impaled the debris falling with their stake and destroyed it with a shockwave immediately, before using their other arm to impale the rest of the ceiling while stretching out a leg and staking the floor as well. Spending most of match in the underground, Korie knew just how unstable these railroads were... and just how far they truly went down. Right as Zan landed behind the charging Perry, Korie immediately used a fully powered shockwave with all off their pendulum force that Aester could muster, collapsing not only the railroad tunnel, and the ceiling, but the floor as well that would lead into the old Framewerk arena bay a few floors down.
"This is going to hurt..." cringed Korie as everything began to collapse. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,645 | 1,337 | 76 | 181 | 1,997 | A blast of smoke suddenly erupted under Rilus's feet, and Elora screamed at the static she now got in her visual interface. She recognized it was some kind of weapon-jammer, and even her Combat Analyzer was taking pains to continue the data collecting process. Not only that, but the enemy turned out to have two swords after all: Elora was now starting to regret her charge a little bit by the time she hit the other Frame, who seemed to block the tackle.
After she transmitted the data she got from the contact, she realized Sigma was now fighting her own battles, which meant she was going to be alone for this battle against an enemy built for pure destruction. Elora didn't like her odds, and her earlier courage was starting to wane, instead filling up with fear. Even if Elora pushed herself and managed to get the scanner working long enough to get the data on the enemy, it would be useless since her weapon wouldn't be working, and even then she would be toting a cumbersome rifle in the face of a dual-wielding swordsman. She got a message from Sigma saying she should run.
In a state of tranquility, she made her decision, and opened a channel for the opponent to hear: "I'm sorry, I quit." Then, she activated her anti-grav thrusters and retreated from the smoke and the opponent inside, and using her jet booster headed straight in the opposite direction of all the explosions and ground tremors she spotted. The enemy could try to pursue her, but she trusted that the cover provided by the smoke trap would aid in her escape. As she was flying she heard one of the Framewerks blasting music across the ruins; at least someone was having fun, she thought to herself.
She continued flying in the direction of AGAS, and landed somewhere nearby in the field of pillars. She did notice the other Frame nearby, but at this point she just wanted a break from all the violence, and if the other Framewerk wanted a fight it wouldn't get one. She wrote a message to Sigma: "I left you behind. Please forgive me." Tears started to form up in her eyes at the realization of what she has done due to her cowardly nature. She thought she heard something, and after a moment of silently listening she thought she heard someone's voice. It was really quiet, barely reaching her earlobes, but it was there. Elora started to feel a bit better for some reason, but she was still sad at her weakness. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,646 | 1,337 | 77 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma had barely time to react when the boulders fell on top of them, having activated the thrusters to put Takeo and her out of the way. A new frame with a menacing speed and power had dropped down the hole.We're so done for. Perhaps I can do a Mutually Assured Destruction attack. Her thoughts interrupted short when apparently, Korie had decided to play hero and win time for the framework. Why did you do that? You could've let us who are damaged take a last attempt to fight! Sigma slammed the keyboard, and a message came forth.
"I left you behind. Please forgive me." It was Elora. Apparently, the last of her allies had managed to cave in. Sigma began to type back.You did well. More than I expected. Cake later. She bit her lip, quickly relaying the information of Elora's scans to both Takeo and Korie as she also sent a message to the latter.
You Idiot. Remember that no framework can work if the pilot dies so aim for the vital area. Also, no matter how powerful an opponent is, there are more ways to incapacitate them, like blinding. Do well, and I'll give you the reward I am going to give my comrades: Cake
Sigma sighed. It was hell already. And then she spotted among the rubble something. Battered, bruised, but still functional. Her sniper rifle. Grabbing it and reloading it with haste, she then forwarded to Takeo.
"No more prancing around. If you were alright, could your framework survive reentry?" Sigma thought, a zany scheme forming in her mind that implied Takeo."I want to try something." | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,647 | 1,337 | 78 | 665 | 141 | Perry charged forward at Ant's command, blinded by his adrenaline. He could see Aester's pendulums swinging, preparing for another shockwave; Ant knew now how this one operated. He was planning on using most of Perry's remaining energy to attempt a leap above, back to the surface, where he had the advantage; but his plans were cut short by the massive boulder crashing down behind him. It was another close call... if Perry was only half a second behind, both the mech along with Ant would have very likely been crushed to oblivion. But even worse was the thunderous, powerful THUD that followed; not the kind of clumsy thud Perry had made when it tripped and fell under, but the kind of thud made by the landing of two feet... only much, much heavier.
Ant didn't even bother looking back, knowing that if he lost speed now he would be done for. He was thankful that Perry's legs were still near peak operation. That was all he really had going for him down here, especially with having only one of his pistols and no traps set below. He kept his eyes above; but saw with Aester's pendulums swinging even faster, and the ground shaking above him, she actually was going to send them all to Hell. So much for seeing the light again, Ant thought, as Perry 'holstered' its one remaining gun. He was nearing the two stationary mechs, first, and he needed to act fast. The big one going for its rifle? Or the... even bigger one with the freaking sword as big as Perry? What Ant was about to do was probably the last thing he should do, but he knew what was coming with Aester's lack of subtlety, and needed to act impromptu if he had any chance of surviving another downward, impending tumble.
Perry leaped forward just as Sigma Comet was in the process of reloading. With his remaining functional arm, Perry clutched around the unassuming mech as they collided, hoping Perry's momentum and the collapse to follow would be enough to bring them down... with Comet as his cushion. | Name: Matsuda Takeo
Age: 16
Personality: Takeo is known to be quite passive, though cheerful and optimistic. He floats through life with a smile on his face, and is quick to help those whom ask. Though despite his friendliness, he is very hard to know, and has an unwillingness to form bonds. He is quiet beyond idle banter, only truly opening up when asked about his work. He is somewhat lazy and often reluctant to go above the minimum of what he is asked, though he will do nearly anything if pressed. He is quick to laugh and soft of voice, and enjoys food more than most.
Motive to live: Takeo was selected for the project, and found he could not turn down the offer of working directly with the engineers on his own Framewerk. Part of the bargain demanded he also pilot it to eliminate alien threats to the Earth, but he is ignorant to the true implications of this. In light of this, he fights only because he was asked to.
Background: Takeo grew up in an outer-rim planet locked in war with the Cruxi. His parents were killed early into his childhood, and he remembers little of them. He was quickly drafted into helping maintain and repair armed vehicles as a combat engineer, and honed his skills over the years. Though his creations lack polish, they are usually strong and functional, and he is capable of delicate operations in the thick of battle. Just after his sixteenth birthday, Takeo was extracted from his home world and brought to Earth to serve in the Framewerks project.
Notable Deaths: Ivan Sparrow - Six months before Takeo was drafted into the Framewerk project, his best friend Ivan was killed in an explosion during a skirmish with the Cruxi. Takeo still blames himself for the event, and it has led to his emotional vacancy and inability to form new friendships.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Iron Sparrow
Appearance:
Iron Sparrow is a crude Frame made of thick, heavy, unpolished gray steel. Dexterity is lost upon it - its legs have little mobility, instead requiring powerful thrusters in the feet to aid in locomotion. Its only marking is a white-blue star on the center of the mask, a symbol Takeo also wears on a cord around his neck.
Signature Weapon System: Paladin - Iron Sparrow is equipped with a massive steel blade, connected at the wrist, and a giant kite-shaped shield plate embedded in its back. The blade can retract along the arm, but the shield is stationary. The blade is not very sharp - rather, it crushes foes through sheer force with the aid of the thrusters on the forearms of the Frame. The shield is rudimentary, but its sheer size and thickness allows it to withstand almost anything while Iron Sparrow protects its comrades.
Secondary Weapon System: Iron Sparrow contains hundreds of repair drones within itself, allowing minor repairs to other Framewerks. Its own plating is too thick, however, for repair drones to be of any use on itself.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Iron Sparrow uses thrusters mounted on the wrists and feet for movement. It is quite slow, and to make up for this, Iron Sparrow has the unique capability to equip a device known as an Overbooster thanks to the shield on its back. The Overbooster is planted directly on the shield, and is a massive engine capable of propelling Iron Sparrow linearly at extreme speeds. Once its fuel is depleted, it detaches. This allows Iron Sparrow to punch immediately into enemy ranks, where it can do the most good, but does nothing to help with the Framewerk's otherwise poor mobility.
Sync Ratio: 85%
Special Ability: N/A |
49,648 | 1,337 | 79 | 935 | 1,934 | Utano had shut off her communications link the moment that horrendous music came through.
She was prepared to die, not have her ears bleed from some trash music.
As expected, a mech came into the field of pillars, not too far from her. It was one of those bulky ones, though she had no idea who was piloting it. It seemed to look at her, unmoving, as if waiting for something.
"So...you're the one here trying to defeat me?"
There was no response, just that mech standing there. She was starting to feel uncomfortable with that mech sitting there. "What's this? Don't tell me you're afraid of me? Here, I'm defenseless here, I can't fight at all. If you just shoot me now, you'd get a free point, you know?"
Still no response. Her right hand gripped the lever on her right side, so tightly it turned her knuckles white. "Hey.... say something. Why aren't you attacking? Do you.. do you think I'm beneath you, is that it? So lowly that I don't even warrant a response?"
It was as if all her feelings just now was suddenly boiling up, her mind filling with white rage. "SAY SOMETHING!" Utano actually started screaming, her emotions all but contained at this point. "SHOOT ME! KILL ME, ANYTHING! YOU'RE TOO GOOD FOR ME NOW!?"
Though she had no idea what she was doing, anger knows no bounds, as a moment of fiddling finally brought AGAS into being combat ready. It's red eyes started to glow visibly, as it brought the machine gun attached to its back to bear. The small screens in her cockpit came to life, showing a myriad of information sure to be useful should she had the coherence to actually read through them. The actual view of the outside projected on the walls of the cockpit started filling up with information, the most important was that she had a lock and a clear shot at the mech.
With just a press of the trigger on the lever, AGAS started shooting the rifle, sending a veritable hail of metal in a cacophony of deafening shots towards the mech. | Name: Kiyokawa Utano
Age: 15
Personality: Concise, honest, and very direct, she is very level headed, preferring to logical, rational thoughts before acting on anything. Precisely because of this, she fears doing anything too risky, preferring to err on the side of caution. This does leave her without many friends however, as her bluntness and concise nature are often seen as abrasive to others. Her idol persona however, belies this, as she dons the mask of an extremely cheerful joyous person who lives in the present and acts on instinct.
Motive to live: To live another day
Background: Utano lives in one of the older planets, where things are more developed than the outer rim planets and still less than the oldest planets. She started her career there as an Idol relatively young, singing first for someone's birthday party, and then was scouted out by an agency. From then on, she lived a dual life as a simple schoolgirl barely anyone noticed, and as the up and rising Idol UTAU. Barely anyone else but her family and her producer knew about her dual life, and the income she was receiving. Seeing a way to amass a lot of fortune, she concentrated on being the best Idol she could, following in a lot of different classes; fitness, flexibility, singing, and the like.
Her brother, one day, left for a better job, leaving her with a promise to come back in time for her birthday. He never returned.
She didn't have to guess why. The news of the Cruxi was enough to tell her what happened. But still, Utano had to continue on living. Regardless of whether he was there, regardless of
Notable Deaths: Older brother.
Other things: If there is anything else you believe that needs telling, say so here.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: AGAS-P01 "Shrike"
Appearance:
Signature Weapon System: HAR-P01 - A heavy assault rifle firing powerful rounds with a lower rate of fire. The rifle itself is extremely hardy. No real distinguishing features or marks, save that it is a belt fed assault rifle.
Secondary Weapon System: A large flat vibroblade sheathed on the side of the ammopack on the back, a side pulse pistol which uses energy instead of bullets, and two plasma grenades.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Shrike is heavily armored, and optimized for movements on land, but it has a booster attachment for space deployments.
Special Ability:
Synchronization rate:74% |
49,649 | 1,337 | 80 | 665 | 141 | As Sigma maintained communications with him, Takeo turned his main visual feed to face a nearby rumble. He quickly identified Aester falling further into the chasm with another Framewerk nearby, and a third machine dashing toward Comet Sigma.
Iron Sparrow reacted as fast as it could, sliding across the rubble and turning to slam its shield against the assailant. The Frame had managed to grapple Comet Sigma, but Takeo met it at once, cutting its charge short as the machine stumbled to the side.
"You fool!" Takeo brought his sword up high to prepare for a downward stroke. "Don't throw your life away! You're outnumbered and damaged more heavily than either of us!" He simply held his blade aloft, hoping their opponent would choose a different course of action. | Name: Matsuda Takeo
Age: 16
Personality: Takeo is known to be quite passive, though cheerful and optimistic. He floats through life with a smile on his face, and is quick to help those whom ask. Though despite his friendliness, he is very hard to know, and has an unwillingness to form bonds. He is quiet beyond idle banter, only truly opening up when asked about his work. He is somewhat lazy and often reluctant to go above the minimum of what he is asked, though he will do nearly anything if pressed. He is quick to laugh and soft of voice, and enjoys food more than most.
Motive to live: Takeo was selected for the project, and found he could not turn down the offer of working directly with the engineers on his own Framewerk. Part of the bargain demanded he also pilot it to eliminate alien threats to the Earth, but he is ignorant to the true implications of this. In light of this, he fights only because he was asked to.
Background: Takeo grew up in an outer-rim planet locked in war with the Cruxi. His parents were killed early into his childhood, and he remembers little of them. He was quickly drafted into helping maintain and repair armed vehicles as a combat engineer, and honed his skills over the years. Though his creations lack polish, they are usually strong and functional, and he is capable of delicate operations in the thick of battle. Just after his sixteenth birthday, Takeo was extracted from his home world and brought to Earth to serve in the Framewerks project.
Notable Deaths: Ivan Sparrow - Six months before Takeo was drafted into the Framewerk project, his best friend Ivan was killed in an explosion during a skirmish with the Cruxi. Takeo still blames himself for the event, and it has led to his emotional vacancy and inability to form new friendships.
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Framewerk Code Name: Iron Sparrow
Appearance:
Iron Sparrow is a crude Frame made of thick, heavy, unpolished gray steel. Dexterity is lost upon it - its legs have little mobility, instead requiring powerful thrusters in the feet to aid in locomotion. Its only marking is a white-blue star on the center of the mask, a symbol Takeo also wears on a cord around his neck.
Signature Weapon System: Paladin - Iron Sparrow is equipped with a massive steel blade, connected at the wrist, and a giant kite-shaped shield plate embedded in its back. The blade can retract along the arm, but the shield is stationary. The blade is not very sharp - rather, it crushes foes through sheer force with the aid of the thrusters on the forearms of the Frame. The shield is rudimentary, but its sheer size and thickness allows it to withstand almost anything while Iron Sparrow protects its comrades.
Secondary Weapon System: Iron Sparrow contains hundreds of repair drones within itself, allowing minor repairs to other Framewerks. Its own plating is too thick, however, for repair drones to be of any use on itself.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Iron Sparrow uses thrusters mounted on the wrists and feet for movement. It is quite slow, and to make up for this, Iron Sparrow has the unique capability to equip a device known as an Overbooster thanks to the shield on its back. The Overbooster is planted directly on the shield, and is a massive engine capable of propelling Iron Sparrow linearly at extreme speeds. Once its fuel is depleted, it detaches. This allows Iron Sparrow to punch immediately into enemy ranks, where it can do the most good, but does nothing to help with the Framewerk's otherwise poor mobility.
Sync Ratio: 85%
Special Ability: N/A |
49,650 | 1,337 | 81 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma let out a surprise yelp (which was heard by Takeo, as her communication was still open) when one of the framewerks that had been targetted by Korie's attack somehow was charging to drag her alongside their fall. However, Takeo was on guard, and she noticed a loud metallic sound as the shield went above her head and collided with the offender, while she was still being grappled. The barrel of her recovered rifle levelled against the offending arm of Perry, ready to shoot at a split second if he still insisted in dragging her down or do anything funny, jetpack revving up to fly if need be.
Nice try, you cheap bastard. But I can operate rescuing other framewerks, so even your weight won't drag me down. She thought. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,651 | 1,337 | 82 | 2,401 | 173 | While Zan was going down the giant hole, he noticed Korie destroy the chunk of rubble he threw. He also seen Korie starting to do something to what was left of the ceiling, and floor. When Zan hit the floor, he felt a shock-wave and the floor give below his Framewerk. Zan quickly tried to jump to the area to Takeo and Sigma, specifically Sigma, using quite a bit of power. If he made it, he would try to take down the three Framewerk.
If he was not able to make the jump, Zan then would use the rubble that would be falling down with him as platforms to jump from to get to Korie. Then he would grab onto the shoulder of Korie's Framewerk and try to make it so Aester would land on its back with addition weight and force from Пожертвовать. | •Name: "The next potential pilot's name is Zan Carter."
•Appearance: "He is 6'3" and weighs 200 lbs. He has short black hair, brown eyes. He has an above average amount of muscle for someone his age. He could be described as handsome. For noticeable markings, he has a scar on his face that goes from below his right eye to past his bottom lip."
•Age: "The potential pilot is sixteen years old."
•Personality: "From what we observed he seems to have his friends' back no matter what the situation is, and would die for them. He tends listen more that talk. People seem to come to him for advice, quite a bit. He seems to be an all around nice guy."
•Motive to live: "His reason to live appears to be to kill the Cruxi."
•Background: "From what we could find was that his family was average. He had five younger sisters. He became an older brother when he was eight years old. The last one was born the year he turned twelve years old. Both of his parents worked, so it seems he helped take care of his sisters. His mom and dad both worked, so helped take care of his younger sisters. The potential pilot had an extremely average childhood, until the planet he lived on was attacked by the Cruxi. It appears his family died on the planet, while he lived and made it off world onboard the last military ship. He became a ward of the state on account of having no living family. Later on, he was forced to go to a military boot camp for his behavior, which is where he is currently."
•Notable Deaths: "His entire family appears to have been wiped out by the Cruxi attacks.
•Other things: "He needs medication to sleep."
•Framewerk Code Name: Пожертвовать
•Signature Weapon System: This Framewerk uses it hands to destroy enemies, mainly ripping them apart. This Framewerk has reinforced joints and strong actuators ('muscles') compared to other Framewerks.
•Secondary Weapon System: The mouth of this Framewerk is full of razor sharp teeth meant to bit through Cruxi armor.
•Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Basic thrusters on it's back and shoulders, just enough to maneuver in space.
•Current Synchro Rate: 99%
•Special Ability: Sacrifice; No More: Zan’s Framewerk’s True ability… which grants it unbelievable raw power and speed compared to the other Framewerks; giving it the title of the strongest Framewerk in terms of raw strength. Quadrupling its strength that it can destroy things 50x stronger than diamonds with its bare hands and its jaws alone due to its special make up and its speed going at absurd rates such as 1000 miles per hour that has been in development since 2200, however, because the strain on the pilot is severe in this situation, this state of performance can only be maintained for 15 minutes before the pilot suffers a 30% Synch Ratio loss. |
49,652 | 1,337 | 83 | 181 | 1,997 | Elora got the reply from Sigma, and she made a half-hearted laugh. At least she didn't openly despise her for deserting her, and the hope of friendship was still alive for Elora, even if barely. Still, she couldn't help but sigh once more as the other Framewerk now started moving, seemingly reacting to Rilus' appearance. Elora attempted to open up communications with it and explain that she wasn't going to fight, but realized that it was no use: the opposing pilot had it shut off. Well, there isn't any reason for any of them to have them on, after all it was a free-for-all, and Strawberry Team was just an exception.
At this point the opposing Frame's eyes turned red, and Elora found herself staring at the wrong of a rifle. It was clear that the Frame was hostile at this point, but Elora didn't care. She could have started dodging, maybe get close and scan it, activate her own rifle and have a shoot-out, but Elora found it pointless at this point. She was going to get trounced on by the more powerful Frames once they were done with their scuffle anyway, and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't have the will to fight like everyone else. She was done.
"Go ahead, give me your worst," Elora said to herself. "Might as well call this a makeshift stress test while we're at it." Rilus then spread its arms wide apart as a sign that she was going to bear every single round the Frame had to offer. The shots clanged against Rilus' robust armor as it stood in place and embraced them. The shots started to dent Rilus' armor, and Elora got warnings from the Combat Analyzer against taking sustained fire, but she shut the computer sound off. There was no need for that anymore. Then, with assistance from Rilus' anti-grav projectors, Elora let her Frame fall on its back with a loud thud, further proof to the rifle-toting Frame that she was easy pickings. If the opponent chose to continue shooting at Rilus, it would result in enough damage for her Frame to be shut down. Elora rolled to her side in her seat, took a fetal position, and listened at the endless clanging. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,653 | 1,337 | 84 | 908 | 430 | With a subtle sigh at the chaos ensuing, Lorenzo glanced towards Lt. Ritsu, before looking towards his remote. "Hm... I suppose it can't be helped, can it?"
"S-Sir... at this rate they're going to cause significant damage to the Framewerks..."
"Yes, yes... I know. Well, I might as well end the match now then. This is getting rather dull, and we've already gotten all the information that we needed to determine a winner. Oh well, night night!" yelled Lorenzo as he promptly flipped all the switches on his remote.
All of the Framewerks on the battlefield would soon come to a sudden tumbling halt as the crashed into the dirt, and their power halted, even Zan's Framewerk that had his ability activated would find it coming to a sudden stand still as it and all the others fell to the ground. All of the cockpits would go pitch black dark, with the power of every Framewerk being cut off. Korie's Framewerk was cut off just in time before it could collapse anything, causing it to go limp as well.
"Attention all Cadets, the mock battle is hereby over... you all performed as I expected you to do, which isn't saying much. Others performed better than I expected them to!" laughed Lorenzo over the intercom. "Leave your Framewerks where they are at, the mechanics will retrieve them. There will be choppers shortly to escort you all back to the base."
"Oh, and one more thing... You all failed the mock battle," spoke Lorenzo as he cackled over the intercom before turning off the communications.
"So, they performed exactly how you expected them to?" asked Ritsu as she looked over Lorenzo's data.
"Yup... although I have chosen a Squad Leader. I'll just wait for them to come back to base for me to explain their scores."
"They all failed and performed exactly as you expected them to, but despite that you're still going to promote one of them?"
"I have to, someone needs to be in charge on the battlefield. There must someone in charge in order to resolve conflict."
And with those words, Lorenzo casually made his way back inside, waiting for the Cadets to return with Ritsu behind him. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,654 | 1,337 | 85 | 935 | 1,934 | The sound from the rifle belching out a few thousand rounds per minute was dampened by the interior of the cockpit, but her head was still ringing from the sheer sound the rifle made. Worse, the mech's structure shuddered with every shot from the braced rifle, her seat barely mitigating the stress it put on her body. The skintight suit she had draped on one of the side console slid to the ground, though she barely noticed it through the concentration needed to both operate the gun and stop her teeth from chattering and biting off her tongue.
Utano stopped shooting the moment she was reasonably sure the enemy mech was down.
"Hah...ha ha ha... Serves you right.... Who's laughing now?"
She sat back on her seat, her laugh echoing in the cockpit, not knowing why she was laughing as tears streaked down her cheeks.
Quite honestly, she had thought she'd be dead the moment she pulled the trigger on that mech. Whether it was blind luck, or that she had simply caught the mech off guard, Utano doubted her next enemy will be so polite to be just standing there. And it was inevitable that she would face one, as long as she kept living, and as long as they kept her here.
Like a doll that lost its strings, she sat there in her chair, looking blankly at nothing in particular, even as AGAS noted the lack of activity and shut down combat mode. A while later, AGAS fully powered down suddenly, opening the cockpit door as that person made the announcements again. Almost automatically she moved towards the wire extended from the top part of the cockpit door, hooking a foot through the loop at the end of the wire, and holding the grip attached to it tightly. Like a lift, she descended slowly as the wire extended, putting her safely on the ground.
With her mind a jumble of thoughts running over each other, she sat down on one of the huge depleted bullet shells strewn about the feet of her mech, awaiting for transport back. | Name: Kiyokawa Utano
Age: 15
Personality: Concise, honest, and very direct, she is very level headed, preferring to logical, rational thoughts before acting on anything. Precisely because of this, she fears doing anything too risky, preferring to err on the side of caution. This does leave her without many friends however, as her bluntness and concise nature are often seen as abrasive to others. Her idol persona however, belies this, as she dons the mask of an extremely cheerful joyous person who lives in the present and acts on instinct.
Motive to live: To live another day
Background: Utano lives in one of the older planets, where things are more developed than the outer rim planets and still less than the oldest planets. She started her career there as an Idol relatively young, singing first for someone's birthday party, and then was scouted out by an agency. From then on, she lived a dual life as a simple schoolgirl barely anyone noticed, and as the up and rising Idol UTAU. Barely anyone else but her family and her producer knew about her dual life, and the income she was receiving. Seeing a way to amass a lot of fortune, she concentrated on being the best Idol she could, following in a lot of different classes; fitness, flexibility, singing, and the like.
Her brother, one day, left for a better job, leaving her with a promise to come back in time for her birthday. He never returned.
She didn't have to guess why. The news of the Cruxi was enough to tell her what happened. But still, Utano had to continue on living. Regardless of whether he was there, regardless of
Notable Deaths: Older brother.
Other things: If there is anything else you believe that needs telling, say so here.
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Framewerk Code Name: AGAS-P01 "Shrike"
Appearance:
Signature Weapon System: HAR-P01 - A heavy assault rifle firing powerful rounds with a lower rate of fire. The rifle itself is extremely hardy. No real distinguishing features or marks, save that it is a belt fed assault rifle.
Secondary Weapon System: A large flat vibroblade sheathed on the side of the ammopack on the back, a side pulse pistol which uses energy instead of bullets, and two plasma grenades.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Shrike is heavily armored, and optimized for movements on land, but it has a booster attachment for space deployments.
Special Ability:
Synchronization rate:74% |
49,655 | 1,337 | 86 | 2,401 | 173 | And with all the tension that mounted between Takeo and the green Framewerk before him, Iron Sparrow's cockpit suddenly going dark and his sword arm dropping limp was quite anticlimactic. After a moment of panic, the XO's voice came over the comms in Takeo's suit and informed him the battle had ended. He breathed deeply, suddenly thankful for the chance to calm his mind, and opened the escape hatch above him.
Clambering outside into the sinkhole's musty air, Takeo's perspective was once again shifted. His head spun as his state of mind readjusted to his relative size, and for the first time he realized how truly massive the ruins around him were. Comet Sigma's size awed him as it stood dormant on the cavern floor, and he remembered again his own formidable giant. It's not me, he thought. I'm just the pilot.
Takeo stood atop the head of his Framewerk, spotting Sigma emerging opposite him. He gave her a smile and waved, hoping she would see him, and the buzz of helicopters soon loomed overhead. | •Name: "The next potential pilot's name is Zan Carter."
•Appearance: "He is 6'3" and weighs 200 lbs. He has short black hair, brown eyes. He has an above average amount of muscle for someone his age. He could be described as handsome. For noticeable markings, he has a scar on his face that goes from below his right eye to past his bottom lip."
•Age: "The potential pilot is sixteen years old."
•Personality: "From what we observed he seems to have his friends' back no matter what the situation is, and would die for them. He tends listen more that talk. People seem to come to him for advice, quite a bit. He seems to be an all around nice guy."
•Motive to live: "His reason to live appears to be to kill the Cruxi."
•Background: "From what we could find was that his family was average. He had five younger sisters. He became an older brother when he was eight years old. The last one was born the year he turned twelve years old. Both of his parents worked, so it seems he helped take care of his sisters. His mom and dad both worked, so helped take care of his younger sisters. The potential pilot had an extremely average childhood, until the planet he lived on was attacked by the Cruxi. It appears his family died on the planet, while he lived and made it off world onboard the last military ship. He became a ward of the state on account of having no living family. Later on, he was forced to go to a military boot camp for his behavior, which is where he is currently."
•Notable Deaths: "His entire family appears to have been wiped out by the Cruxi attacks.
•Other things: "He needs medication to sleep."
•Framewerk Code Name: Пожертвовать
•Signature Weapon System: This Framewerk uses it hands to destroy enemies, mainly ripping them apart. This Framewerk has reinforced joints and strong actuators ('muscles') compared to other Framewerks.
•Secondary Weapon System: The mouth of this Framewerk is full of razor sharp teeth meant to bit through Cruxi armor.
•Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Basic thrusters on it's back and shoulders, just enough to maneuver in space.
•Current Synchro Rate: 99%
•Special Ability: Sacrifice; No More: Zan’s Framewerk’s True ability… which grants it unbelievable raw power and speed compared to the other Framewerks; giving it the title of the strongest Framewerk in terms of raw strength. Quadrupling its strength that it can destroy things 50x stronger than diamonds with its bare hands and its jaws alone due to its special make up and its speed going at absurd rates such as 1000 miles per hour that has been in development since 2200, however, because the strain on the pilot is severe in this situation, this state of performance can only be maintained for 15 minutes before the pilot suffers a 30% Synch Ratio loss. |
49,656 | 1,337 | 87 | 1,918 | 8,272 | While everyone else was engaged in intense combat, Ian had been watching with an equally intense craving for some popcorn. When Lorenzo shut everything down, Ian got up and opened the cockpit door manually, before walking over to where Sigma had placed Atty after she was declared to be disqualified. It was a bit of a hike, but he eventually made it over to the downed Framewerk. He couldn't help but feel a bit of pride in having been able to take at least one of them down, despite the overwhelming odd's against him. Thinking back, he probably should've cancelled the attack when his Kinetic thruster had gotten hit, but oh well, that's why you had these kinds of exercises. Better to make a mistake here and learn from it, then make a mistake on the field, and die.
Shaking such morbid thoughts from his head, he continued his leisurely pace until he made it over to where he thought the cockpit to be, raising his fist to knock on the outside of it.
"Oi Serah, looks like the test over and what not, so I was wondering if we could have a chat until they come to pick us up, get to know my comrade a little better. Let's start with something simple, what's your favorite color? Mines Black, because it goes with everything, without fail." | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
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49,657 | 1,337 | 88 | 181 | 1,997 | After the enemy Frame was done filling the outer shell of Rilus with dents, Elora now had peace and quiet to reflect on her actions in the mock battle. She thought back to the moment when she was fighting the Frame with the explosive weapon. It was there where she got scared and fled. And not only that, but Sigma was also fighting a big, scary-looking Frame too. She was regretting her decision.
I should have stayed there and fought with Sigma against the big Frame. I shouldn't have left her alone. I'm a coward.
The opposing Frame shut down, and the professor announced the mock battle to be over. Elora rose up from her seat, and started climbing out of Rilus. Her thoughts now went back to the moment she decided to charge at the high-energy Frame. She was brave that time, but where did the bravery actually come from? Was it the desperate situation, the only choice of attack for Rilus, or Sigma's kind words? Once Elora got out and slid off Rilus' round torso, she came to a conclusion: it was all three, in addition to Elora's desire to prove she wasn't as weak as she was. She learned a lot about combat and teamwork today, even without the CA, and decided that from this day forward she would try to change into someone more courageous, someone who never betrays her friends. It's not going to be easy, and she knows she's going to have a hard time, but she was now set in her path. Becoming friends with her co-pilots...that's what she wants the most.
She was standing near her own Framewerk for a while before she noticed that the pilot of the other Frame was also outside, and sat on one of the shells. Elora wanted to see who was piloting such a scary-looking Frame, and Elora ran closer. She soon realized it was the idol, since she hasn't changed to the pilot suit, which struck Elora as curious. She came into conversational distance and waved her hand a little bit.
"Umm, hello. I was the pilot of the Frame you shot down. I attempted to contact you, but you had your communications shut off. Not that it really mattered, since this was everyone against everyone." Elora made a weak smile, hoping that she didn't offend her. She took a quick look up towards her Frame. "You've got a really cool-looking Frame to pilot, with the red eyes and all. My Frame looks kind of goofy in comparison. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Elora Liu'un." | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,658 | 1,337 | 89 | 589 | 2,821 | Iskander blocked the incoming charge blades-first, A3ON's armor and shields taking the brunt of the damage. The sheer kinetic force of the two machines meeting pushed A3ON back a ways, but Iskander quickly advanced toward the enemy machine, preparing to first disarm it, then decapitate it. However, before it could get in range on his swords, he was channeled by the other machine, the (now apparently female) pilot issuing a hurried apology, and then retreating, flying away.
Iskander cursed A3ON's lack of proper flight capabilities. Had his weapons been online, he would have shot her out of the sky. As it was, he was stuck tailing her as she slowly got away. His ability to skim the ground compared to her flight put him at a great disadvantage, considering the amount of debris on the battlefield. It was then that they came under fire by another Framewerk, though the spotter seemed to attract the majority of the attention. As weapons were now back online, Iskander expected her to retaliate. Rather, she landed and ate the incoming fire, literally acting as a firing target.
Iskander's next plan was loop around and flank the distracted Framewerk. He doubted the spotter was much of a threat anymore, considering that as far as he could tell, her morale had been broken. How she would fare in actual battle, he couldn't tell, but that wasn't his problem at the moment. Once again, he initiated a cold-thrust flanking maneuver, along his path spotting another, hunched-over Framewerk with no visible weapons. He made a note to double back and destroy that one once he was finished with these two. Just as he came around the rear of the seemingly oblivious enemy, A3ON's power suddenly cut out, and he was hailed by his commander.
A few contradictory statements and a general description of failure were issued to all of them. Iskander couldn't speak for what the others had been doing, but as far as he could tell, he had been doing what he had been told to do. An ember of rage sparked in his chest. Who put this madman in command? Confusion and misdirection were not the makings of an effective leader, nor a productive environment. Perhaps he thought he was being clever and eccentric but in actuality he was sowing discontent and the possibility of disobedience. Iskander had literally been the pawn of a cult that lied to and manipulated him, and he still hadn't been jerked around this much.
Still, he opened A3ON's cockpit, and disconnected himself from its controls. He sat inside of the machine, arms crossed and his braid blowing in the dusty wind of the battlefield. | Name: Iskander Paradise
Appearance: "All you see before you, and still so much more."
Age: 16
Personality: Iskander has been forcibly warped into a warrior by the environment he grew up in, and as such he is unnaturally cold and pragmatic. While intelligent, he grapples with the delusions left behind by years of dogma and brainwashing. While he makes deliberate, pained efforts to be sociable, he doesn't find much value in other people (after all, what good is a warrior that cares too much to kill).
Motive to live: Iskander cares about the Cruxi about as much as he cares about the rest of humanity; not especially much. Hyperborea was on the opposite side of the galaxy from the Cruxi incursion, and Iskander was only vaguely aware of them when he was inducted into the program. But they're another enemy for him to fight, relieving Iskander of the need to be anything other than the warrior he was raised to be.
Background: Born and raised on Hyperborea, a colony world far from Earth, Iskander was brought up as a member of the Sons of Lemuria, a strange militant cult that developed on Hyperborea over the last century. As a warrior of the Lemurians, Iskander was raised as a child soldier, destined to fight the heretics that populated the rest of Hyperborea and bring them under the law of Lemuria. Iskander trained his body and mind, and by the age of fourteen was both a capable warrior and scholar; a Lemurian paragon.
The Sons of Lemuria were wiped out by the Hyperborean military well before Iskander ever went to war, and he was well as the other Lemurian children were taken in as wards of the state. There have been some rehabilitation efforts for Iskander and his peers, unlearning the seditious ideology ingrained in them by the Lemurian cult. Iskander's perception of the world was a very skewed one; even though the Lemurians had access to state-of-the-art technology, which he was perfectly proficient in using, he saw this as magic and sorcery rather than technology. Iskander has had more difficulty readjusting to society than most, and his rehabilitation has been cut short by his recruitment as a Framewerk pilot.
Notable Deaths: Iskander's parents, teachers, mentors and spiritual leaders have all been killed by the Hyperborean state for sedition against the government, as well as acts of terrorism.
Other things: Iskander is highly versed in a distorted version of Hyperborean history, Lemurian mythology, plasmic engineering ("pyromancy," as he knows it), and fighting in the twin-sword "Czar" style.
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Framewerk Code Name: Atlantis Mk. III Omnidynamic Neutralizer, or A3ON
Appearance: Thou art the innocent blade.
Signature Weapon System: The A3ON is powered by a unique joint-fusion core, utilizing hot and cold fusion simultaneously to power its systems, weapons in particular. A3ON generates plasma that can either approach a theoretical point of infinite heat or infinite cold, which is then magnetized and fired at the enemy through its twin plasma cannons, code-named CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA, respectively. Though the plasma cools/heats greatly away from the extremes reached in A3ON's core by the time it is fired, it is still extremely damaging to enemy units, and when the two substances meet, they produce explosions with enough force to sublimate foes. As A3ON's battlefield role is that of an adaptable and unpredictable skirmisher, CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA possess a variety of firing modes and are extremely flexible, multifunctional armaments.
Secondary Weapon System: A3ON's backup weapons are a pair of swords, codenamed BARZAI, the filaments of which can be vibrated intensely to superheat them and give them extreme cutting power.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Folded within A3ON's leg-shields are its SHANTAK flight system, a pair of bladelike wings that use the A3ON's exhaust runoff as a propulsion system. Clumsy and only truly efficient in short bursts, A3ON has very little maneuverability in flight, and cannot hover in-atmosphere.
Special Ability: ??? |
49,659 | 1,337 | 90 | 125 | 3,106 | Owowow! Serah rubbed the back of her head as the power'd stopped. She was just repairing one of the thrusters on Atty's shoulder when Lorenzo flipped the switch, causing Serah to fall straight off and bump her head. Then she saw Ian come along, and waved to him. "Heeeeeey! Ian!" She bounced over to the other pilot with a grin on her face. "Guess It's really over, huh? And hm... Favourite color..." She put her finger on her chin, acting as if she was thinking. Really, the girl knew the answer already, just wanting to act a little silly. "Orange! It's bright, sunny and colorful! Now's myyyyyy time to ask a question..." Serah giggled.
"Hoooow mannnyyyy... People have you kissed?" She blurts out, still with that stupid grin on her face. "I mean, you kissed Korie, right? She honestly can't be your first!" Going to sit on the foot of her mech, the blue pilot hums a litle while waiting on Ian's answer, blissfully unaware you don't ask people things like that. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,660 | 1,337 | 91 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Ian couldn't help but grin at Serah's answer, finding her upbeat energy to be very refreshing, a grin that only widened when she asked a question of her own. Ian looked off into the distance, scratching at his chin as he tried to think off a number. "I'd say . . . . 15 people, all of them having been kissed multiple times, barring Korie, and of them their were two that were guys. The reason for each kiss varied, but none of them were anything more than a target for pickpocketing or a passing fling that didn't go anywhere. That, of course, is only counting kissing on the lips. If you were to count all of the people I'd ever placed my lips on in that sort of way . . . you'd have a pretty long list, ranging from just plain gentlemanly things like a kiss on the hand to other types of things that are very much. . . less so." Ian took this moment to stretch his arms a little, before turning to Serah with a impish grin.
"Why do you ask, hmmmm, could you be hoping to be #16?" Ian was only joking off course . . . partially at least. If she actually did want to, then who was he to refuse; and if she didn't, then she didn't, and life would move on just as well as before. | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
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49,661 | 1,337 | 92 | 125 | 3,106 | Serah listened on with intrigue. She wasn't sure what to expect but... The boy definitely has some experience on the subject. She didn't quite get that last part though... What did Ian mean with "Less so"? A kiss was just a kiss, wasn't it? Then the older boy asked her if she wanted to kiss. "Well, I wasn't implying anything... But I'd be fine with it if you wanted to, I guess?" Serah questioned, really not seeing anything wrong with kissing. "People do it all the time, right?" | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,662 | 1,337 | 93 | 935 | 1,934 | GreenSheep & Ariamis Collab
A voice called out to her, shocking her out of her revelrie. It seemed to be the pilot of the other mech, the meek looking girl who had went with that rather unexpressive one and the other who seemed incessantly happy all the time.
"Umm, hello. I was the pilot of the Frame you shot down. I attempted to contact you, but you had your communications shut off. Not that it really mattered, since this was everyone against everyone. You've got a really cool-looking Frame to pilot, with the red eyes and all. My Frame looks kind of goofy in comparison. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Elora Liu'un."
Her eyes widened at that. Of course... she did turn off her communications because of that horrible music. It was just as well that Elora didn't hear her though. Blushing deep red, Utano pulled her cap over her head.
"...sorry...sorry for just now.."
Elora was surprised to see her blush like that, considering how she was a celebrity and all. Maybe she was wrong in assuming that idols were really sociable folks. There was one thing that bothered her though, and she couldn't help but ask.
"So, umm...not to be rude, but...I'd like to know your name, if thats okay with you."
Still keeping her face hidden as well as she could, she nodded. "Utano. Kiyokawa Utano. UTAU is what most people would call me though." It was her stage name after all. Taking in a deep breath, she looked at the girl, obviously filled with questions, but unable to put words to even one. "..ah..h..how are you able to do this?" she finally asked. "I mean.. how are you so calm about all this? The fighting, and the knowledge that you could just.. die."
UTAU...Elora tried to remember if she's listened to her music. She may have had one of her songs in her playlist playing when she was working on the computer, but she couldn't say for sure. But she was glad to know her real name in the very least. Then Utano asked her a question, and it was one she wasn't prepared to answer.
"Umm...well, I'm not. In fact, I kind of gave up back there, if you didn't notice. I...left Sigma behind, and...I just couldn't do it anymore. When I tried to contact you I wanted to say I wasn't even going to fight." Elora made a meek smile. "But it doesn't matter, since we all lost, right?"
So not only did Utano mess up, she had also fired on someone unwilling to fight. It was good that today was only a mock, and not a real battle like she thought it would be, but still... What if this happened during real combat? What if she simply started killing everyone indiscriminately?
"Yeah... we all failed, didn't we?" She hung her head, and sighed. All of a sudden she stood up, a look of resolve on her face. "I'm sorry."
With that, she bowed apologetically to Elora. "I'm sorry for shooting you when you didn't want to fight. I don't know wha..what ...just now.. happened."
Elora didn't know what to say. She was usually the one to be apologizing, not the other way around. It seemed like she wasn't entirely happy with how this played out either, so Elora decided not to dwell on the subject any longer.
"No, don't worry about it, please. We were meant to do that, and I was in the wrong for refusing to fight, not you. So, umm...how did you get picked to be a pilot? I was picked because I survived a Cruxi attack, and I know a lot about computers so they gave me Rilus to pilot."
"Picked?" Utano seemed to regain a bit of her composure again. "I.. I don't really know. I was in the middle of writing a song when these people suddenly grabbed me. Next thing I know, I'm here piloting a robot. That's why I'm still wearing this SONG outfit. Its like a ministudio; I made most of my songs using this." From the tone of her voice, it was obvious that she put a lot of pride in her works.
"So uh... I actually have no real experience with these, or even how my mech is supposed to work. Back to what you were saying; what was that bit with the Cruxi? You actually met them and survived?"
She was abducted...Elora didn't know that was one of the ways pilots were recruited. She believed every word the adults said when she was brought over to Meridia, but thinking back, she may have been lied to on more than one occassion. This was cruel of them, and Elora sniffled a bit at hearing about it. Then Utau mentioned her outfit being a ministudio, which immediately got Elora's attention. She was about to ask Utano her about her software when she asked about the Cruxi attack. Painful memories flowed back to her mind, and she visibly shivered.
"Oh, I...I don't want to talk about it, sorry. They...were the stuff of nightmares. They just one day came to Epsilon V and..." Elora paused, obviously not wanting to continue her train of thought. "Let's just say that there's a reason they're feared. I only saw glimpses of them, but they're not something to mess with." She realized she may have been scaring Utano with her words, and shook her head.
"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. But I want to ask about your ministudio; what kind of software does it run on? What's the storage capacity on it?" Elora attemtped to change the subject once more before things got too awkward.
Utano kinda panicked a little when she saw the girl's face scrunch up at the mere thought of her background. Again, she had no idea what to do in this sort of situation, so it was quite a relief when Elora tried to change the subject.
"Ah this?" Eager to bring the subject as far away from Cruxi as possible, Utano fell back on her persona. "This is SONG, the Studio Outfit: Noveau Grade. I have no idea what that means but..."
With smooth movements long practiced, she activated her suit, which shimmered to life as it drew out a hologram of a purple electric guitar with blue highlights. With a flourish, she strummed out a note on it, or more accurately, the suit detects what string gets interfaced with and how, then outputs a note appropriate to it.
"It could process several million songs, runs on the latest Macrosoft 29, and uh... That's all I know, but isn't this neat? I could stage a concert by myself if I need to." Temporarily forgetting her situation, she strummed out a tune happily on the hologuitar.
If Elora remembered correctly, SONG was the newest in the line of idol-dedicated music gear, right after SONNET which was popular with the last generation. She audibly gasped when the holographic guitar appeared and Utano played it, awed at how realistic the hologram was. She was really happy that she managed to get off to a good start with Utano, and her worries seemed to fade away with the strumming.
"I'd love to hear you singing one of these days," Elora said, and smiled. "And, I'd like to, umm, take a look at it, but not if you don't want to, that is..." Elora opened her mouth to continue, but then saw the helicopters arriving.
"It was great talking to you, Utano. I hope we can do it again."
Almost puffing out with pride, she strummed out a few lines from her songs. "Of course, you'd get a free VIP front seat to my concerts. If you like, I can also give you a few tips while you look over my outfit."
She looked over to the helicopter arriving. "Hmm. Talk to me anytime you like." | Name: Kiyokawa Utano
Age: 15
Personality: Concise, honest, and very direct, she is very level headed, preferring to logical, rational thoughts before acting on anything. Precisely because of this, she fears doing anything too risky, preferring to err on the side of caution. This does leave her without many friends however, as her bluntness and concise nature are often seen as abrasive to others. Her idol persona however, belies this, as she dons the mask of an extremely cheerful joyous person who lives in the present and acts on instinct.
Motive to live: To live another day
Background: Utano lives in one of the older planets, where things are more developed than the outer rim planets and still less than the oldest planets. She started her career there as an Idol relatively young, singing first for someone's birthday party, and then was scouted out by an agency. From then on, she lived a dual life as a simple schoolgirl barely anyone noticed, and as the up and rising Idol UTAU. Barely anyone else but her family and her producer knew about her dual life, and the income she was receiving. Seeing a way to amass a lot of fortune, she concentrated on being the best Idol she could, following in a lot of different classes; fitness, flexibility, singing, and the like.
Her brother, one day, left for a better job, leaving her with a promise to come back in time for her birthday. He never returned.
She didn't have to guess why. The news of the Cruxi was enough to tell her what happened. But still, Utano had to continue on living. Regardless of whether he was there, regardless of
Notable Deaths: Older brother.
Other things: If there is anything else you believe that needs telling, say so here.
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Framewerk Code Name: AGAS-P01 "Shrike"
Appearance:
Signature Weapon System: HAR-P01 - A heavy assault rifle firing powerful rounds with a lower rate of fire. The rifle itself is extremely hardy. No real distinguishing features or marks, save that it is a belt fed assault rifle.
Secondary Weapon System: A large flat vibroblade sheathed on the side of the ammopack on the back, a side pulse pistol which uses energy instead of bullets, and two plasma grenades.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Shrike is heavily armored, and optimized for movements on land, but it has a booster attachment for space deployments.
Special Ability:
Synchronization rate:74% |
49,663 | 1,337 | 94 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma's annoyance reached critical levels. First, one of the framewerks had latched on her feet, and then the other had escaped Korie's trap. Nothing is going ever as planned. Takeo and Korie, they had decided to lend a hand, and yet it all was for naught. As she saw the speeding Пожертвовать came towards her like a deer in a railroad, she knew she was a goner. There was no way she could divert that hit, in no small part due to the dogpile she was part of.
Still. There were things she could do. Mustering all hatred, all vindictiviness she quickly moved the barrel of the gun. Only one way to stop this guy. She then gritted her teeth forming a predatorial smile and pushed the fire button.Cockpit breach. Pilot death. Framewerk neutralized. was all that she could think as she aimed at the vital area, hoping that maybe Lorenzo's safeguards could prevent that.
And then everything went black. Did I fail? Lorenzo's voice was heard. And then Sigma realized that at the very last second, neither Zan nor she had done anything. Lorenzo had shut down the whole exercise down.
You...big...asshole. I hope the moon drops on top of you. Sigma sighed as she facepalmed, relieving all tension of a sudden. She shuffled in her cockpit, and she went out to breathe deep. Takeo had already exited his frame too, and He was waving at her. Politely, she waved back at him, but her expression didn't change. Too many things remained unsolved...yet. She calmly awaited the chopper besides her frame. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,664 | 1,337 | 95 | 665 | 141 | Perry leaped forward, successfully latching on to Sigma's mech, only to be swiftly pushed over by the other; Takeo's. The big, bulky one. The pilot proceeded to threaten Ant and Perry, posing his massive sword above him in preparation of a strike. Ant chuckled in his cockpit. Does he really think such a clunky thing like his could make contact?, Ant thought.
Perry, while still grappling Sigma Comet by the legs, rolled around the machine until he was pivoted between her machine and Ant's potential assailant; preventing a strike from him without compromising Sigma. Expecting Aester's further annihilation of the arena, everything halted to a rather sudden, unsatisfying end, including Ant's noise rock. It seemed the crazed scientist didn't have as great a sense of spectacle as he let on, notifying everyone unceremoniously that they all 'failed.' Ant snickered, rising from his cockpit to casually exit. Yeah, okay buddy. Like this wasn't a colossal failure of both everyone's time and energy. We are completely doomed.
Ant arose from Perry's head. From his ground level, he was afforded a much greater perspective of the carnage that they all created. The two other framewerks towered above him, but it was only now that Perry noted what was pursuing behind him... it looked like an abomination of pure destruction. Ant was actually starting to feel quite relieved that it ended when it did. At the very least, he got to end on a somewhat high note, just before he would literally have been turned into minced meat. And he was especially pleased to have created his own mass of destruction, earlier, the prideful memory of fireworks crisp in his mind.
Hearing helicopters, Ant took it upon himself to rush over to Matsuda's mech, the guy referring to such as the 'Iron Sparrow.' Ant proceeded to climb it. Despite its size, he took the challenge with surprising speed, coming from such a lanky kid, finding just the right nooks and crannies to shimmy himself up. Not before long, Ant was standing on the mech's shoulder. He shouted to the pilot to garner his attention, then pointed to his sword. "You think this thing is big enough?" | Name: Matsuda Takeo
Age: 16
Personality: Takeo is known to be quite passive, though cheerful and optimistic. He floats through life with a smile on his face, and is quick to help those whom ask. Though despite his friendliness, he is very hard to know, and has an unwillingness to form bonds. He is quiet beyond idle banter, only truly opening up when asked about his work. He is somewhat lazy and often reluctant to go above the minimum of what he is asked, though he will do nearly anything if pressed. He is quick to laugh and soft of voice, and enjoys food more than most.
Motive to live: Takeo was selected for the project, and found he could not turn down the offer of working directly with the engineers on his own Framewerk. Part of the bargain demanded he also pilot it to eliminate alien threats to the Earth, but he is ignorant to the true implications of this. In light of this, he fights only because he was asked to.
Background: Takeo grew up in an outer-rim planet locked in war with the Cruxi. His parents were killed early into his childhood, and he remembers little of them. He was quickly drafted into helping maintain and repair armed vehicles as a combat engineer, and honed his skills over the years. Though his creations lack polish, they are usually strong and functional, and he is capable of delicate operations in the thick of battle. Just after his sixteenth birthday, Takeo was extracted from his home world and brought to Earth to serve in the Framewerks project.
Notable Deaths: Ivan Sparrow - Six months before Takeo was drafted into the Framewerk project, his best friend Ivan was killed in an explosion during a skirmish with the Cruxi. Takeo still blames himself for the event, and it has led to his emotional vacancy and inability to form new friendships.
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Framewerk Code Name: Iron Sparrow
Appearance:
Iron Sparrow is a crude Frame made of thick, heavy, unpolished gray steel. Dexterity is lost upon it - its legs have little mobility, instead requiring powerful thrusters in the feet to aid in locomotion. Its only marking is a white-blue star on the center of the mask, a symbol Takeo also wears on a cord around his neck.
Signature Weapon System: Paladin - Iron Sparrow is equipped with a massive steel blade, connected at the wrist, and a giant kite-shaped shield plate embedded in its back. The blade can retract along the arm, but the shield is stationary. The blade is not very sharp - rather, it crushes foes through sheer force with the aid of the thrusters on the forearms of the Frame. The shield is rudimentary, but its sheer size and thickness allows it to withstand almost anything while Iron Sparrow protects its comrades.
Secondary Weapon System: Iron Sparrow contains hundreds of repair drones within itself, allowing minor repairs to other Framewerks. Its own plating is too thick, however, for repair drones to be of any use on itself.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Iron Sparrow uses thrusters mounted on the wrists and feet for movement. It is quite slow, and to make up for this, Iron Sparrow has the unique capability to equip a device known as an Overbooster thanks to the shield on its back. The Overbooster is planted directly on the shield, and is a massive engine capable of propelling Iron Sparrow linearly at extreme speeds. Once its fuel is depleted, it detaches. This allows Iron Sparrow to punch immediately into enemy ranks, where it can do the most good, but does nothing to help with the Framewerk's otherwise poor mobility.
Sync Ratio: 85%
Special Ability: N/A |
49,665 | 1,337 | 96 | 908 | 430 | With a sigh at the hearing of failure, Korie just plopped into their seat and stared blankly into the darkness of their cockpit. Why did they bother helping the other two, when it was clear from the start that this was a free for all bout? Why didn't they just pull down Antwon and Perry, leave them to fight Sigma and Comet, Takeo and Sparrow... why did they decide to stay behind and fight? Not only that, but they got themselves stuck between Zan and their own Framewerk. Korie hadn't expected such a normal looking thing to become such a threat. Was that why the XO called off the battle, was it because Zan's Framewerk would have killed them all given the chance?
Korie paused a bit, because sighing again.
No, the professor isn't that kind. "I still remember first meeting him, and he practically called me a living battery, before treating the Framewerk like it was his own child," Korie muttered to themselves in the dark as they slowly crawled out of their Framewerk.
He must have gotten all that he wanted from this, or else Lorenzo probably would have allowed us to kill each other... or perhaps he just didn't want a bunch of kids to further damage his precious Framewerks.
Looking up, Korie stared at the choppers as the slowly descended to pick up not only them, but the other pilots as well.
"I really dislike that man..."
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"Alright you failures~!" spoke Lorenzo as he thoroughly enjoyed an expensively made sundae that many would kill for, "Considering no one won, I decided to declare myself the winner and help myself to this delicious sundae that was meant for the winner... oh, and the all day pass to the relaxation room~! So, while I enjoy myself, you all will be learning why you all failed today," he grinned as he took a scoop of ice cream and promptly ate it with delight, snickering like a devilish serpent.
After being picked up by the helicopters you were all escorted to a private briefing room, where Lorenzo was comfortably rolling around in a chair eating a rather large sundae. Compared to the synthetic stuff you have been eating, a sundae would be pretty nice right about now...
"Elora!" shouted Lorenzo suddenly, "You failed horribly for running from your enemy! While you did do good in teaming up, abandoning allies and then crying... and then taking the fetal position in one's cockpit as someone shoots you is a disgrace!" grinned Lorenzo as he pointed his spoon towards Elora. "Shame on thee~! However, I will give you points for charging straight towards someone while you yourself are not suited for combat and lasting as well as you did... along with being cooperative, though you are still far too passive."
"Utano! You were equally shameful... you practically stood there doing nothing, although, if you count shooting someone in the fetal position as something... then well, that's something. To be honest, I'm not too sure why someone like you is even here," he spoke, almost bored as he waved his spoon towards her. "Might as well throw yourself to the Cruxi and let them have your way with you... I can always find a replacement for your Framewerk."
"Sarah! You purposely started fighting without me starting and dragged your team with you, disqualifying yourself not only from the rest of the match but from Squad Leader... an idiot is what you are. If you want to kill yourself so badly," Lorenzo nodded towards the battlefield outside, "feel free to take a walk in that direction. You'll never be heard from again. Disobeying orders and letting your emotions get the best of you is a surefire way of being the first to die."
"Matsuda! You're too easy to give in to your emotions and you don't pay attention to your surroundings... If you would have ditched Sigma in the crater your Framewerk would have taken less damage and you might have been able to take on Zan after abandoning the weaker link to their inevitable fate. Sure, your Framewerk is unique in being able to repair, but it takes time... time you could have used to repair yourself."
Eating more of his sundae, Lorenzo pointed his spoon towards Ian. "Ian! While I am impressed how you can handled yourself in a Framewerk, you're too stupid and emotional... sorry, but it's true. Knowing when to fight your battles is a number one thing that all soldiers should know... and you fought a hilariously losing battle despite taking one with you. Also, making enemies that early on with comrades who wanted to take you down is always a dreadful sign of you needing to improve something my boy. Not only that, but the way you acted in the bathroom before the mock battle was quite cute," grinned Lorenzo as he waved his spoon, "seems Mr. Casanova is more of a Princess when he's alone."
"Speaking of emotional... Antwon, your display of controlling yourself was pathetic. Not my taste of music, but doing such actions on the battlefield would draw Cruxi everywhere, endangering everyone. Not only did you ignore covering your weaknesses, but you allowed a sneak attack. The traps were clever, however, the fact you didn't place any underground led to your downfall. Heh, clever pun if I do say so myself. Anyway, choosing to ignore Korie and going instead for Sigma and Matsuda costed you points, mainly because Korie at the time was a potentially bigger threat with that earthquake of theirs. They were moments away from collapsing the entire place, and yet you ignored them for whatever it is you were doing... I don't know, I lost interest to be honest. Might want to keep me interested next time, Antwon."
"Zanny! You performed excellently and exactly as I expected... and sadly, I'm disappointed because you did just that; perform exactly as I expected. You follow the rules without thinking... it's like I'm talking to a doll honestly. You failed because you did everything by the book, you didn't do anything differently from what I'd expect you to do. Think for once," muttered Lorenzo as he tapped his own forehead, "Sometimes it's better to be alive than it is to be a simple-minded machine, Zanny."
"Iskander! I don't really know what to say about you... you kind of did what I thought you'd do, although I did expect more out of you. I was looking forward to some more swordplay, but I guess that'll be for another day. Also, the fact that you stood there dumbfounded and didn't pursue a fleeing target also lost you a lot of points... especially someone who wasn't really meant for direct combat either."
"Korie! The fact that you performed a sneak attack upon Antwon was excellent... but the fact that you didn't abandon the weaker links when Zan showed himself and instead decided to 'sacrifice' yourself was beyond my comprehension. When fighting the Cruxi, the strong don't sacrifice themselves for the weak, it is the weak who sacrifice themselves for the strong... remember that. You lost a lot of points for that, although it was amusing."
"Finally, Sigma! Excellent job recruiting teammates and last as long as you did as a sniper, however you are terrible at keeping your team in check, considering one of them acted without permission and the other went off and abandoned you. Every plan you probably thought out or had, quite literally blew up in your face," laughed Lorenzo as he recalled the traps. "Your Framewerk in the end was a complete wreck, and at times you were at the mercy of your enemy, to be honest, you were quite a disgrace out there... yet, somehow, you were able to survive as long as you did. Despite that, you still failed because the situation since the very beginning was impossible for you to succeed."
Finishing his sundae and placing the empty bowl on the table behind him, Lorenzo crossed his legs and closed his eyes with a very serious expression as silence filled the room. He was harsh and everyone knew it. However, everything he said was true... and he wanted it to sink in and let everyone think for a bit on their flaws for a little bit. Sure, they may be kids... but they are also gifted kids, and perhaps to them this is some sort of game, but not to him. To him this is something far serious and he doesn't care how far he has to go to make these kids understand how grave the situation is.
After a long silence, Lorenzo stood up, with his signature grin returning on his face as he spoke.
"Now... does anyone have any questions before I announce who the squad leader will be?" | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,666 | 1,337 | 97 | 181 | 1,997 | Elora was glad to see Serah and Sigma again, and without any injuries either, but there wasn't time to talk before they went to post-mission briefing. The other people seemed to be in a bad mood too: nobody was happy about how this ended.
"Elora!" shouted Lorenzo suddenly, "You failed horribly for running from your enemy! While you did do good in teaming up, abandoning allies and then crying... and then taking the fetal position in one's cockpit as someone shoots you is a disgrace!" grinned Lorenzo as he pointed his spoon towards Elora. "Shame on thee~! However, I will give you points for charging straight towards someone while you yourself are not suited for combat and lasting as well as you did... along with being cooperative, though you are still far too passive."
Elora responded to the sudden shouting as expected of a timid girl like her, and then hid her face under her hands in shame once Lorenzo started scolding her. She hated how he started with her. Not only that, but he also revealed her most vulnerable moment to everyone, though she wanted to think of it as the first step towards resolving a problem: admitting it. She wanted to change so badly that she was willing to look him in the eye to do it, as afraid as she was.
So, she lowered her hands, and with a red face and misty eyes, responded to the XO officer: "Y-Yes, sir."
Everyone else also got scolded. Lorenzo brought up Iskander, and Elora then realized it was him who attacked her. He looked like another super-serious boy, but with a strange air of otherness to him. He was different from the others, that was for sure, though Elora couldn't quite tell what kind of person he was. Still, his Frame was terrifying, no doubt about it.
Even Sigma, who Elora thought acted without any flaws during the mission, got Lorenzo's whipping. When Lorenzo focused on her team falling apart, Elora wanted to object by saying that Sigma told her to run. However, she knew it would have only caused more trouble for them both. So she kept quiet, and hoped that despite it all Sigma would end up as squad leader. At this point she couldn't think of anyone else who was suitable for the role. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,667 | 1,337 | 98 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma stood still, a serious frown in her face. And there was he, the XO, Lorenzo, with a sweet, delicious sundae. Sundae. Sundae...
WELCOME TO SUNDAE LAND!
The big whipped cream mound felt squishy to the touch. Sigma took a scoop out of it and stuffed it in her mouth as she then entered the wafer boat on the liquid chocolate river... The cherry sun was shining brightly, and flocks of caramel nut birds squawked...
Focus, Sigma! The pilot managed to get a grip forcefully. She was drooling out of her mouth. How unbecoming of her. Quickly wiping her sleeve, she noticed Elora trembling before Lorenzo's harsh words. She had known she was as squittish as a squirrel, and this situation wasn't really helping. Although, it all had been her idea, so it was her own fault, rather than Elora's. She nevertheless reached for Elora's shoulder, and gave her a tap. Perhaps this kind of physical contact would help her? She wasn't sure.
After chewing assorted pilots, it was finally Sigma's turn. Having been used to chewing, she took it in stride, placing a hand in his chin while he did so. She disregarded the amusement and veiled condescendence of Lorenzo to try and figure out what he was saying. What did I do wrong? Sure, my plans came to ash and I decided to throw the battle at some point to earn some comrades, but this jerk's hinting, that somehow, my foundations were wrong. Perhaps maybe I should've just used the fellow pilots and throw their lives for achieving a goal? I don't know. I really need to rethink and undo all the steps I've made up until this point." Sigma breathed deep.
I still need to bake the cake I promised though. Her eyes wandered to the Lt for the briefest of moment. Perhaps I should try inviting her too? Because Lorenzo is a no go in this case.
Sigma stood still and composed, and then raised her hand. "What was the fatal flaw in the foundations of my reasoning?" | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,668 | 1,337 | 99 | 125 | 3,106 | Before choppers - Ian & Serah
Well then, that wasn't entirely expected.
I thought girl's here age would be more inclined towards the romantic's ideal of saving their kisses for the illusive 'right one'. An interesting position I find myself in. Ian wasn't going to lie to himself and say he didn't want to kiss her, but he also didn't know if he should. Since she wasn't a target, Ian was actually thinking about her enjoyment of the kiss, and he wasn't show sure she'd enjoy his style of kissing, nor would he be able to tone it down. He was a man of passion, and as such, never settle for a simple 'lips-only' type of kiss. In decided to ask her a question, and depending on her answer, proceed from there.
"Awfully forward of you, though I have no right to talk, but moving on I find myself a little curious. Have you ever kissed anybody before, Serah?"
"Oh? Back to questions? *giggle* No, I haven't. I don't see what's wrong with it, though." Serah was now swinging her head side to side, thinking of a song that's stuck in her head. What was Ian up to?
Ian wracked the notion a few more times around in his head. He considered telling her the 'you should save it for someone special' speech, but there were two problems with that option. One, he thought it was completely stupid and believed Serah would feel the same way, and Two, even if he did believe it, he was pretty fuckin' special himself, so it was a moot point. In the end, he decided to follow his instincts and see what happened as a result.
Ian approached Serah, grabbed her chin to stop it from swinging before he lifted it up slightly and went in for the kill. Ian's slow approach would've made Serah tilted her head in slight confusion, but they stopped Serah from moving her chin. The older one pressed his lips passionately against hers, his tongue entering her mouth with no hesitation, and continued to kiss her aggressively for a few minutes. For Serah this was a surprise, eyes wide at the sudden move. It took her a little while to relax and close her eyes, but when she did the kiss was... Great. She instantly melted in it. Ian moved his hand from her chin to the back of her head to pull her in deeper, his other hand snaking around her waist to pull her closer. Serah didn't fight it, just letting Ian do as he pleases and following his lead, even positioning herself better to make it easier for him. This continued for while before they separated, a glistening strand of saliva connecting them for a second before it broke apart. Serah was... A bit disappointed it was over so soon but that didn't even compare to what just now happened to her.
"So then, Serah, did you like your first kiss?"
The boy's question fell on deaf ears as Serah didn't open her eyes. She fell onto Atty's foot again, going back to swinging her head side to side and now humming out loud with a grin on her face. A small pink tint was on her cheeks. It didn't take to long for Serah to come back to earth, though. She snapped open her eyes and stopped humming, the pink now quickly turning red. "O-Oh! Uhm... Yeah, I, uh, Liked it... A lot..." She was a bit embarrassed by openly showing herself drift off right there, fidgeting with a strand of hair. "N-Now I see what's so uh, Special about kissing... Ehehe..."
Am I good or am I good, heh heh heh . . . yeah, this isn't going to bloat my ego at all. Ian chuckled a little, both at his thoughts and at Serah's reaction. He walked over to where she lay by the mech's foot, taking a seat next to her.
"Glad you liked it, and they do feel pretty amazing. I must say that you weren't too bad yourself for a newbie, little passive but that's just my own opinion. All in all, good times all around, and if you ever want to do it again, all you ever have to do is ask, and ye shall receive."
Ian made a mock bow, before turning his gaze skyward, taking a moment to just bask in the sun's glory. "Back to the 'get to know you' questions: Have you ever had a crush on someone and do you remember the day you realized it?" The boy paused, Giving Serah time to answer. Speaking of which, Ian coming to sit down next to her calmed her nerves a lot... They had that Aura around them. Serah began to think... Did she ever have a crush?
"Hmmm... No, Not really." Her tone dropped to a bit more of a serious pitch, swinging her feet. "I've always just kind of guided everyone else's love lives, I'm content with just being in the background..." Not a hint of regret could be found In Serah's voice as she waited on Ian's tale.
"I had a very serious crush myself, I'd almost go so far as to call it love, but before I ever got the courage to say anything, she was taken from me. . . as for the day I figured it out . . . about 4 months ago I'd say, can't think an exact date though."
While his tone never dropped in it's cheerful pitch, Ian's eyes were shadowed by his long blonde hair and his shoulders were shaking ever so slightly as almost unnoticeable sobs rocked his body for a minute, than he stilled again, a smile on his face that seemed to be lacking in it's usual mirth. Serah noticed though... She always does. It's something you pick up on after a while...
"...Really, now, huh? Taken away... Well, she'd probably knock herself over the head by losing out on a great kisser." Serah stiffled a bit of laughter, her own eyes now dropping to a more sad look. "...You know... You don't have to hide it. Not everyone can always smile." She tried to give Ian a smile, knowing full well she was referring to herself. She's lost things too, so the feeling was there for her as well.
Suddenly she jumped from Atty's foot, dusting off her suit and turning back to Ian. "...But don't worry! I'm sure you'll find someone even better than her. Who knows, it might even be here! You took a liking to that other girl, diiiiiidn't youuuu?"
Ian kept quiet for a little while. The talk of smiles actually had angered him, but he didn't show it. How could he? The younger girl didn't try and do anything wrong, merely just helping her. Where I come from... Smiles get your teeth punched in with a lead pipe. he thought to himself, glad that segment of his life is gone. Really, his upbeat personality is just a giant 'Fuck you' to that old life.
Then Serah brought up Ian ogling someone, and honestly, he couldn't follow.
"Do you mean Elora, because while she is cute, she's nit my type. I like 'em to be a little more active and vocal, girls like Sigma or a female version of Antwon. Elora's too passive for me to do more than tease her a bit, like I did with kissing her hand. Her reaction couldn't be cuter, what with her trying to hide her blushing face and what not."
The blue haired girl had to blush a little. Active and Vocal girls. N-No Serah... He doesn't m-mean vocal in that way... she thought to herself. Ian took notice of that, but quickly shoved that aside for a stroke of genius that just struck him! Ian's smile returned on his face, an impish and mischievious one.
"...Serah, just take a second to imagine if I had kissed Elora the way I just kissed you. I'm almost positive the poor little thing would've been knocked out on the floor with stars in her eyes and a huge blush on her face. That would've been funny, don'tcha think, Serah?"
...Oh dear, that was a TERRIBLE idea. Or at least, Serah found it one. Not that it wouldn't be funny, it'd be hysterical even. Sigma would probably get angry though... And the younger girl can't help but shudder at the thought. "Hm... Yeah... it WOULD be funny..." ...Damnit the conversation was about to die, wasn't it? Another quick question came to Serah's mind. "Sooooo.... What do you... Do to... Pass the time usually? Well uh, Aside from Kissing. For me... When I'm not hanging around friends I tend to play with some cards, I guess. Oooh! I should totally get everyone together for that!"
Ian couldn't help but tease Serah a little when he noticed how she got a little shy when he mentioned his preferences. "I'd have to say that my favorite thing to do is either taking Anubis for a ride or talking to people, especially cute, funny girls like you." ...Oh good going Ian, now SERAH is about to get a heart attack. Luckily for her, the choppers came in overhead, intending to pick both of them up. Seeing that there ride home was coming, Ian got up with a bit of a stretch.
"Looks like our rides here, but I must say that I'm glad we had this time to chat and would be glad to have another sometime soon. Now then, let's see what that creep of a scientist has in store for us."
Serah nods to Ian. "Y-Yeah... It was a fun... Conversation..." Clearly she's still embarrassed, but it didn't matter. They were both getting out of there now.
Serah, after choppers.
The blue haired girl waved to both Sigma and Elora once she got out, intending to hug them but deciding against it. They didn't even have time to change, what made her have the time to hug them? Serah could also care less about the sundae Lorenzo was eating. She's getting cake. Much better. And made by Siggy too~! She quickly got out of that daydream though when her name was called, incorrectly at that, causing her to nearly jump. While Lorenzo had a point, his target still had to frown. "Who cares? it was only a mock battle anyway..." she thought to herself, then listened to the others getting chewed out. Two more she didn't like were the assaults on Ian and ESPECIALLY Sigma. Ian because even if he tried to run he couldn't track the sniper shot and would've been taken out anyway. Sigma because She did absolutely NOTHING wrong. Getting a team together is hard enough as is, and Sigma never not once was a bad leader. As Lorenzo said, the only reason Serah charged in as she did was because of emotions.
The usually cheery female was fuming with anger, but didn't want to show it. She'd lash out at Lorenzo if he wasn't above her, plus Sigma was already carrying her own weight. "Mou... this commander acts like he knows it all while barely having any human traits himself, the hypocrite." | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,669 | 1,337 | 100 | 665 | 141 | ..............
"Speaking of emotional... Antwon, your display of controlling yourself was pathetic. Not my taste of music, but doing such actions on the battlefield would draw Cruxi everywhere, endangering everyone. Not only did you ignore covering your weaknesses, but you allowed a sneak attack. The traps were clever, however, the fact you didn't place any underground led to your downfall. Heh, clever pun if I do say so myself. Anyway, choosing to ignore Korie and going instead for Sigma and Matsuda costed you points, mainly because Korie at the time was a potentially bigger threat with that earthquake of theirs. They were moments away from collapsing the entire place, and yet you ignored them for whatever it is you were doing... I don't know, I lost interest to be honest. Might want to keep me interested next time, Antwon."
..............
"Now... does anyone have any questions before I announce who the squad leader will be?"
Ant raised his hand, surprisingly patient as he allowed the others before him to speak. "First question: were you watching the same battle? Because if you were, then you would have probably noticed that there were two mechs blocking my path toward Mr. Misnomer over here", referring to Korie, Ant pointing in their direction without bothering to look. "Second: Do you normally show such a complete lack of interest in your pilots? Because maybe if you actually did show interest, you'd know what the f--k you're talking about, as opposed to throwing baseless insults at everyone. Last question: are your puns always this terrible?" | Name: Matsuda Takeo
Age: 16
Personality: Takeo is known to be quite passive, though cheerful and optimistic. He floats through life with a smile on his face, and is quick to help those whom ask. Though despite his friendliness, he is very hard to know, and has an unwillingness to form bonds. He is quiet beyond idle banter, only truly opening up when asked about his work. He is somewhat lazy and often reluctant to go above the minimum of what he is asked, though he will do nearly anything if pressed. He is quick to laugh and soft of voice, and enjoys food more than most.
Motive to live: Takeo was selected for the project, and found he could not turn down the offer of working directly with the engineers on his own Framewerk. Part of the bargain demanded he also pilot it to eliminate alien threats to the Earth, but he is ignorant to the true implications of this. In light of this, he fights only because he was asked to.
Background: Takeo grew up in an outer-rim planet locked in war with the Cruxi. His parents were killed early into his childhood, and he remembers little of them. He was quickly drafted into helping maintain and repair armed vehicles as a combat engineer, and honed his skills over the years. Though his creations lack polish, they are usually strong and functional, and he is capable of delicate operations in the thick of battle. Just after his sixteenth birthday, Takeo was extracted from his home world and brought to Earth to serve in the Framewerks project.
Notable Deaths: Ivan Sparrow - Six months before Takeo was drafted into the Framewerk project, his best friend Ivan was killed in an explosion during a skirmish with the Cruxi. Takeo still blames himself for the event, and it has led to his emotional vacancy and inability to form new friendships.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Iron Sparrow
Appearance:
Iron Sparrow is a crude Frame made of thick, heavy, unpolished gray steel. Dexterity is lost upon it - its legs have little mobility, instead requiring powerful thrusters in the feet to aid in locomotion. Its only marking is a white-blue star on the center of the mask, a symbol Takeo also wears on a cord around his neck.
Signature Weapon System: Paladin - Iron Sparrow is equipped with a massive steel blade, connected at the wrist, and a giant kite-shaped shield plate embedded in its back. The blade can retract along the arm, but the shield is stationary. The blade is not very sharp - rather, it crushes foes through sheer force with the aid of the thrusters on the forearms of the Frame. The shield is rudimentary, but its sheer size and thickness allows it to withstand almost anything while Iron Sparrow protects its comrades.
Secondary Weapon System: Iron Sparrow contains hundreds of repair drones within itself, allowing minor repairs to other Framewerks. Its own plating is too thick, however, for repair drones to be of any use on itself.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Iron Sparrow uses thrusters mounted on the wrists and feet for movement. It is quite slow, and to make up for this, Iron Sparrow has the unique capability to equip a device known as an Overbooster thanks to the shield on its back. The Overbooster is planted directly on the shield, and is a massive engine capable of propelling Iron Sparrow linearly at extreme speeds. Once its fuel is depleted, it detaches. This allows Iron Sparrow to punch immediately into enemy ranks, where it can do the most good, but does nothing to help with the Framewerk's otherwise poor mobility.
Sync Ratio: 85%
Special Ability: N/A |
49,670 | 1,337 | 101 | 908 | 430 | Yes, my puns are rather terrible, aren't they? spoke Lorenzo as he casually walked towards Antwon and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It shouldn't matter what is in your way, a true soldier can overcome any obstacle and reach the greater threat, in this case Korie's Framewerk. You failed that. You, are weak."
"And, yes, I do have a lack of interest in you all, because to me, you are nothing more than stupid children," Lorenzo smiled a bit at Antwon- no, 'smile' would be too innocent and kind, his expression was something far different. Compared to his cheerful and usual demeanor, this 'face' of his was truly maddening. "Do you have any idea how close humanity is to being extinct?" Lorenzo squeezed Antwon's shoulder hard, almost as if he was intending to break it with force alone. "Every second I waste with pathetic things like you... every second I waste with worthless excuse for human beings like you thousands of humans die... Yet... here you are, thinking you are so special and deserving of attention? Heh, sure, you were gifted with great abilities to pilot MY Framewerks, MY devices that I created to defeat the Cruxi... yet here you are, thinking that you, who have done nothing but prove that they are useless failures, demand MY special attention and interest? You really are a fool, child."
"Sigma, the fatal flaw in your foundation? Simple," spoke Lorenzo as he stared at Antwon without even bothering to look towards Sigma, "I mentioned that you were bound to fail since the very beginning... I wasn't referring to the beginning of the match, I was referring to the moment you all came together. You are all so incompetent that you refuse to cooperate together. Let me ask you something, all of you... What is humanity's enemy?"
"The Cruxi," spoke Lt. Ritsu as she cleared her throat suddenly.
"Correct... however, since the dawn of man, humanity would fight each other instead of joining together against a common enemy... whether it be through deceit... subterfuge, assassination, political warfare... whatever, there is always a power struggle. The same as there was here. Sure, some of you worked together, but the truth was, the moment you all began to fight you all failed- you weren't supposed to. Humanity isn't supposed to fight each other, nor is it supposed to kill each other, that is a grim-dark past we have intended to bury and leave behind yet you all were aiming to do just that out there like a bunch of barbarians. Were the Cruxi here, they probably wouldn't even bother to fight you, they would probably allow you to kill each other and sit back and watch with a cup of tea in hand."
"You are all pathetic excuse for human beings and have disgraced the dead," spoke Lorenzo as he glared straight into Antwon's eyes, before lowering his hand and walking away.
"Also, my 'baseless' insults aren't as baseless as you may think. They're truths, and your flaws need to be improved, otherwise you are all going to die- simple."
"Oh... and congratulations, Sigma, you're hereby promoted to Squad Leader. You're the only one who actually attempted to form a group, and survived well beyond what I thought they would. Although, I fear your squad is incapable of taking orders or understanding how everything works from what I've learned and seen."
"Now leave," muttered Lorenzo as he sat down back into his seat and flipped a strange pass of sorts while shooing everyone away, "I need to figure out how to spend my all-day pass of relaxation~" | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,671 | 1,337 | 102 | 125 | 3,106 | ...What the hell is this asshole thinking? First, he actively pushes everyone to fight. Saying it on multiple occasions, too. Then he goes on to say they weren't supposed to fight and just make peace with one another. No, this isn't right. Half the things Lorenzo is saying weren't even justified as far as Sera was concerned. But she couldn't speak up. No matter how much she may hate him, the commander is still above her. "Try leading a pack of rats... You wouldn't succeed with that attitude. They'd just abandon you ten come back to eat off of your corpse and drag the rest home." Serah thought to herself, before leaving the briefing lounge. She didn't pay attention to anyone around her, making a straight beeline for the changing rooms where the girl changed back into her casual attire. She couldn't believe the commander. How can once person be this... Ignorant?
She shook the thoughts off of her. "Staying mad won't do me any good. Get over yourself, Serah..." Slapping herself a few times, the bubbly girl forced out a smile and tried to remain as cheerful as ever. In no way was she going to let this ruin everyone's mood... Although it might be best to let everyone cool down a little, judging from Ant's reaction. She started skipping towards the main hall again, hoping to encounter someone who isn't as mad about the whole ordeal as she is. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,672 | 1,337 | 103 | 2,401 | 173 | After being picked up by a helicopter Zan was escorted to a private briefing room, where XO Lorenzo was comfortably rolling around in a chair eating a sundae. Zan immediately stood at attention and saluted XO Lorenzo. "Alright you failures~!" spoke Lorenzo as he ate a sundae, "Considering no one won, I decided to declare myself the winner and help myself to this delicious sundae that was meant for the winner... oh, and the all day pass to the relaxation room~! So, while I enjoy myself, you all will be learning why you all failed today," he grinned as he took a scoop of ice cream and promptly ate it with delight, snickering like a devilish serpent.
Which is something that he didn't even remember how one tasted anymore, since it had been so long since he ate one. So in his opinion a sundae was not a reward, nor was the all day pass to the so-called relaxation room. Then XO Lorenzo started telling each of the pilots their flaws. Then he got to Zan.
"Zanny! You performed excellently and exactly as I expected... and sadly, I'm disappointed because you did just that; perform exactly as I expected. You follow the rules without thinking... it's like I'm talking to a doll honestly. You failed because you did everything by the book, you didn't do anything differently from what I'd expect you to do. Think for once," muttered Lorenzo as he tapped his own forehead, "Sometimes it's better to be alive than it is to be a simple-minded machine, Zanny."
Zan kept on saluting and his face stayed lacking any emotion, while he took in what XO Lorenzo said. This had no effect on him since he had been used to these types of talks for a long time now. "XO Lorenzo sir, I am following my training, and that is all. I follow orders and will always do that, since my superiors have a bigger view of the big picture than I do, sir," responded Zan, "Sir, my only reason to live is to fight in humanity's war for survival, which I will die during. Sorry sir, but I am simple-minded machine just as you said, sir."
XO Lorenzo went through all his 'rant', then after a long silence, Lorenzo stood up, with his signature grin returning on his face as he spoke. "Now... does anyone have any questions before I announce who the squad leader will be?"
Then the kid named Antwon said some really dump questions? Zan was really starting to not like him.
"And, yes, I do have a lack of interest in you all, because to me, you are nothing more than stupid children," Lorenzo smiled a bit at Antwon- no, 'smile' would be too innocent and kind, his expression was something far different. Compared to his cheerful and usual demeanor, this 'face' of his was truly maddening. "Do you have any idea how close humanity is to being extinct?" Lorenzo squeezed Antwon's shoulder. "Every second I waste with pathetic things like you... every second I waste with worthless excuse for human beings like you thousands of humans die... Yet... here you are, thinking you are so special and deserving of attention? Heh, sure, you were gifted with great abilities to pilot MY Framewerks, MY devices that I created to defeat the Cruxi... yet here you are, thinking that you, who have done nothing but prove that they are useless failures, demand MY special attention and interest? You really are a fool, child."
In Zan's opinion, everything XO Lorenzo said was true.
"Let me ask you something, all of you... What is humanity's enemy?"
"The Cruxi," spoke Lt. Ritsu as she cleared her throat suddenly.
At the mention of the Cruxi, Zan's face had a look of hatred. But that look was on Zan's face for a short time, before going back to having no emotions.
"Correct... however, since the dawn of man, humanity would fight each other instead of joining together against a common enemy... whether it be through deceit... subterfuge, assassination, political warfare... whatever, there is always a power struggle. The same as there was here. Sure, some of you worked together, but the truth was, the moment you all began to fight you all failed- you weren't supposed to. Humanity isn't supposed to fight each other, nor is it supposed to kill each other, that is a grim-dark past we have intended to bury and leave behind yet you all were aiming to do just that out there like a bunch of barbarians. Were the Cruxi here, they probably wouldn't even bother to fight you, they would probably allow you to kill each other and sit back and watch with a cup of tea in hand."
"You are all pathetic excuse for human beings and have disgraced the dead," spoke Lorenzo as he glared straight into Antwon's eyes, before lowering his hand and walking away.
"Also, my 'baseless' insults aren't as baseless as you may think. They're truths, and your flaws need to be improved, otherwise you are all going to die- simple."
"Oh... and congratulations, Sigma, you're hereby promoted to Squad Leader. You're the only one who actually attempted to form a group, and survived well beyond what I thought they would. Although, I fear your squad is incapable of taking orders or understanding how everything works from what I've learned and seen."
Zan would now listen to any order Sigma gave him, since she was now his superior.
"Now leave," muttered Lorenzo as he sat down back into his seat.
Although Zan had two questions, he left right when he was ordered to do. He went and changed out of his suit and into some military fatigues. Then Zan went to go train again. Zan put in an earpiece just in-case new orders came in. | •Name: "The next potential pilot's name is Zan Carter."
•Appearance: "He is 6'3" and weighs 200 lbs. He has short black hair, brown eyes. He has an above average amount of muscle for someone his age. He could be described as handsome. For noticeable markings, he has a scar on his face that goes from below his right eye to past his bottom lip."
•Age: "The potential pilot is sixteen years old."
•Personality: "From what we observed he seems to have his friends' back no matter what the situation is, and would die for them. He tends listen more that talk. People seem to come to him for advice, quite a bit. He seems to be an all around nice guy."
•Motive to live: "His reason to live appears to be to kill the Cruxi."
•Background: "From what we could find was that his family was average. He had five younger sisters. He became an older brother when he was eight years old. The last one was born the year he turned twelve years old. Both of his parents worked, so it seems he helped take care of his sisters. His mom and dad both worked, so helped take care of his younger sisters. The potential pilot had an extremely average childhood, until the planet he lived on was attacked by the Cruxi. It appears his family died on the planet, while he lived and made it off world onboard the last military ship. He became a ward of the state on account of having no living family. Later on, he was forced to go to a military boot camp for his behavior, which is where he is currently."
•Notable Deaths: "His entire family appears to have been wiped out by the Cruxi attacks.
•Other things: "He needs medication to sleep."
•Framewerk Code Name: Пожертвовать
•Signature Weapon System: This Framewerk uses it hands to destroy enemies, mainly ripping them apart. This Framewerk has reinforced joints and strong actuators ('muscles') compared to other Framewerks.
•Secondary Weapon System: The mouth of this Framewerk is full of razor sharp teeth meant to bit through Cruxi armor.
•Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Basic thrusters on it's back and shoulders, just enough to maneuver in space.
•Current Synchro Rate: 99%
•Special Ability: Sacrifice; No More: Zan’s Framewerk’s True ability… which grants it unbelievable raw power and speed compared to the other Framewerks; giving it the title of the strongest Framewerk in terms of raw strength. Quadrupling its strength that it can destroy things 50x stronger than diamonds with its bare hands and its jaws alone due to its special make up and its speed going at absurd rates such as 1000 miles per hour that has been in development since 2200, however, because the strain on the pilot is severe in this situation, this state of performance can only be maintained for 15 minutes before the pilot suffers a 30% Synch Ratio loss. |
49,673 | 1,337 | 104 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Takeo simply held his small smile through the entirety of the debriefing, shrugging his shoulders loosely when the XO was handing him his own criticism. Thinking back to the battle, he did not believe his actions had any motive to them he could comprehend - in fact, he hardly remembered most of it. It was almost like he became a different person when the haze of battle entered his mind. Takeo was not sure he could act any differently, even if he tried.
The announcement of Sigma as squad leader made his smile larger, and close to genuine. When the XO dismissed them, he put a hand on her shoulder.
"I will call you taisho, now." As Takeo spoke, he stepped back from Sigma and inclined his body in a formal bow, the proper gesture to respect a superior in his ancient culture. The unified military of Earth required a salute, but he would try to bend the rules with a fellow pilot. | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
Special Ability: |
49,674 | 1,337 | 105 | 908 | 430 | Ritsu.
"Lorenzo..."
"Lieutenant, I'm not asking, I'm ordering you."
Regrettably, Ritsu handed the XO her gun, as he promptly stood up and followed Ian out of the room. With the same smile on his face, he followed him to where Zan where, and immediately shot Ian at the back of both of his knees, watching him fall to the ground.
"You're right, I am too idealistic... and you aren't special, you're pretty disposable," he muttered before kicking Ian hard across the jaw and stomping on his face, before shooting both of his shoulders while smiling in front of Zan. "A shame really, your sister was so happy that she was going to be able to see you again... to bad that you have your head so far up your ass that you can't see that you are nothing more than a battery for the Framewerks, can you? I could cut off your arms, your legs... hell, I could have you as nothing more than a brain and a spine to pilot my Framewerks while you live your life in a canister... would you like that?" he muttered as he stepped on Ian's face again.
"Listen to me, I don't give a fuck about you. You are worthless and disposable... and if you're going to continue with this shitty attitude of yours and refuse to cooperate, I will kill you and find someone else to pilot Anubis. Serah, remove this worthless piece of filth from my sights... oh and I almost forgot," Lorenzo promptly shot another bullet straight at Ian's ear, blowing a piece of it off, "I hear dogs are quite good doing well with just one ear, I wonder if the story holds true... or was that pigs? Doesn't matter, if you disappoint me again, the next bullet is going in your head."
With a final kick straight to Ian's hid Lorenzo calmly chuckled to himself before dismissing the rest of the group. "I think a certain pig would be saying... 'That's all, folks!'" | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,675 | 1,337 | 106 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Ian heard the footsteps, and gave a short sigh, having an idea of what was coming.
"Let's take a rain check on this conversation for another day." Ian whispered just as the first shot rang out, a sharp pain blossoming in his leg, followed by another in his other leg.As he fell to the floor, he didn't let out so a single sound, aside from a small chuckle when Lorenzo threw his own words back at him. Obviously he thought Ian considered himself separate from humanity, but Ian knew better than anyone that he was as human as they come. He'd just learned to suppress it better.
Ian took all the abuse that Lorenzo dished out silently, thee only tears being shed were those of blood from his wounds, the only whimpers heard being those of his bones as they cracked ever so slightly. This wasn't the first time that Ian had suffered a beating nor his first time getting shot, and for a moment, he thought that he was back home on Turok; getting the shit kicked out of him for stealing from one of the gang members that littered the planet. They were always so confident, believing that nobody could touch them, that it was almost impossible for him to find easier targets if he tried. But then Lorenzo shook him out of his mind by shooting him in the ear, the loud sound bringing him back to the present day. Lorenzo comment earned him nothing more than a hollow look, which is probably why he deemed it necessary to launch another kick to Ian's face.
Ian just laid on the ground, eyes looking up as he fought the urge to make this bad situation even worse. Ian Blackwood didn't care if he lived or died, just as long as he got to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted when he did end up biting the dust . . . but the boy from the slums wasn't so willing to jump into the eternal void, and held Ian's tongue for him. The boy took over the body, welcoming the familiar pain of bruising and gunshots.
Looks like no matter where we go, home always comes to find us, huh Ian. The boy chuckled as he whispered into Ian's mind, finding the predicament to be hilariously familiar. I wonder what that man would think, for him to save you you from one abusive gang only for you to fall head long into the clutches of another. And did you here what he said, your sister's alive . . . or would you prefer if I used the term that you gave to Serah, 'crush' was it? I'm pretty sure that it's looked down upon to love your sister like that, even if you aren't related by blood.
Doesn't matter Ian replied, wondering if when he'd be rid of this side of himself, though deep down he knew the answer would be never. The boy was, and would always be, a part of him, the boy was his humanity in all of it's dark glory and Ian couldn't despise it anymore if he tried.The past doesn't own me, and it never will. I never look back, remember.
I remember that you keep saying that, that you keep thinking it, but you and I both know that it's not the truth. You just say that to keep what little sanity you have, same with that facade of a smile you wear all the time. Serah has no idea what you're truly like, when you're all alone and nobody's watching. Laughter filled his ears, a hollow ringing laughter that resonated bothersomely in his mind. Lorenzo called you a Princess, but that doesn't even come close to describing your fragility. We've always been nothing but an empty shell, a delicate parasite that feeds off the energy of others to stay sane. By yourself, you're nothing but a sad lump of flesh. Who are you going to talk to tonight, I wonder?
Drop the act Ian growled,You're the only person I can talk to at night here.
True, sucks to be you, doesn't it? I'd hate to have a voice talk to me all the time when I'm alone, it's a sure sign that you've got some screws loose. Try and sleep tight, unless you want to expend the effort to respond to whoever try's to talk to you now. Probably going to tell you you're an idiot, have some major balls, or both, though I'd put mu money on the first one. Oh, and I'm done taking the pain for you, but I doubt that it matters much though, we've felt and dished out worse. Much worse. The boy's presence faded back into Ian's subconscious, allowing Ian to be aware of his surroundings again, and feel the pain coming from pretty much everywhere. He was surprised that Lorenzo hadn't gone for a crotch shot while he'd been at it, he seemed like the type, but maybe it just hadn't crossed his mind.
Ian tried to move a little, but immediately stopped as it was quickly apparent that it was a bad idea. While he could move his arm and legs well enough, they were in no condition to have any weight placed on them whatsoever. The pain was intense, but the boy had been right that it wasn't the worse pain he'd ever felt, far from it in some cases. The most annoying thing was his ear, in which he could now here an incessant ringing noise. At least I can still hear from that ear, though probably not as well.
Okay, so this day had gone from good, to bad, to good again, to bothersome, to finally being very nostalgic in the worst possible way. The only bright side he could see to this, and he probably shouldn't be thinking this, was the joke that Lorenzo made at the very end. Ian, being a lover of classic Earth music and memorabillia, couldn't help but chuckle at the reference. What could he say, funny was funny, and he had a morbid sense of humor at times.
"Heh, good one." He muttered under his breath in a pained grunt, passing the time until somebody decided to help him by watching to rivulets of his blood race across the floor, trying to mentally will the smaller, thinner rivulet to move faster. It was going to lose at this rate, dammit . . .Okay,I wish someone would hurry up and take me to the med-bay or something already, the mixture of pain and blood loss is stating to mess with my head. | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
Special Ability: |
49,676 | 1,337 | 107 | 665 | 141 | Antwon couldn't help but smile along with Lorenzo, as well; though more in amusement as opposed to matching his creepiness. He listened politely, though he struggled to keep from elbowing the guy in the jaw as he gripped his shoulder. First, Ant was scolded for not managing to annihilate Korie... and now, he was being scolded for trying to in the first place. Then he proceeded to do some drill sergeant insults, yada yada yada in Ant's mind... he's seen it all before, followed by physical batterment to boot during the majority of his life on the streets. But what worried Ant a little more than anything was how unpredictable this commander was. At the very least, the thugs made sense. This guy? Ant had no clue what he was thinking; and that was troublesome.
Upon the order to leave, Ant was very tempted to heckle Lorenzo more. He had so many more pressing questions, but even he knew at this point it would be out of line. And then, as if on cue, Ian chimed in with his own opinion on the matter... and Lorenzo's following response seemed to quell any questions Ant had, at least regarding their captain's mental state. My God, this guy truly is insane, Ant thought, which he concluded in his mind that they really were prisoners here. Ant had plans to ask Zan about his exercise regimen, but after Ian's bizarre line of questioning, decided it be best for another day... the hulk of a kid seemed pissed off enough. Then again, for the majority of their time here, he seemed to always be pissed off.
Ant looked around the rest of his squad, and was actually quite impressed with what he saw on the field, at least with half of them. It was dawning on Ant that he might actually be stuck with this group for the long haul... Perhaps it would be best if I actually attempt to see the good in them, he thought. Ant approached Sigma and Takeo in passing; he found Takeo's bow odd, but refrained from commenting. "Good work" was all he said, simply, followed by "Congrats" in reference to Sigma, then continued walking. The boy was clearly rusty when it came to compliments, but he was genuine.
Then, he saw Elora, and a small smile went on his face. He was actually quite impressed by the girl; she was the last person he suspected would charge straight into a confrontation. Lorenzo did mention that she ended up running away and hiding in the fetal position, sure; but from what Ant saw in person, there was potential. She reminded him a little of Ariadne. In passing (not before nonchalantly stepping past Ian), Ant gave her two gentle pats on the shoulder. "You proved me wrong, Mouse. You are less timid in your suit." He smiled, then went on his way. He gave her his signature, 'not-look-in-the-person's-direction' thumbs-up, as he walked to the men's changing rooms... though this time, for once, he actually wasn't being facetious. | Name: Matsuda Takeo
Age: 16
Personality: Takeo is known to be quite passive, though cheerful and optimistic. He floats through life with a smile on his face, and is quick to help those whom ask. Though despite his friendliness, he is very hard to know, and has an unwillingness to form bonds. He is quiet beyond idle banter, only truly opening up when asked about his work. He is somewhat lazy and often reluctant to go above the minimum of what he is asked, though he will do nearly anything if pressed. He is quick to laugh and soft of voice, and enjoys food more than most.
Motive to live: Takeo was selected for the project, and found he could not turn down the offer of working directly with the engineers on his own Framewerk. Part of the bargain demanded he also pilot it to eliminate alien threats to the Earth, but he is ignorant to the true implications of this. In light of this, he fights only because he was asked to.
Background: Takeo grew up in an outer-rim planet locked in war with the Cruxi. His parents were killed early into his childhood, and he remembers little of them. He was quickly drafted into helping maintain and repair armed vehicles as a combat engineer, and honed his skills over the years. Though his creations lack polish, they are usually strong and functional, and he is capable of delicate operations in the thick of battle. Just after his sixteenth birthday, Takeo was extracted from his home world and brought to Earth to serve in the Framewerks project.
Notable Deaths: Ivan Sparrow - Six months before Takeo was drafted into the Framewerk project, his best friend Ivan was killed in an explosion during a skirmish with the Cruxi. Takeo still blames himself for the event, and it has led to his emotional vacancy and inability to form new friendships.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Iron Sparrow
Appearance:
Iron Sparrow is a crude Frame made of thick, heavy, unpolished gray steel. Dexterity is lost upon it - its legs have little mobility, instead requiring powerful thrusters in the feet to aid in locomotion. Its only marking is a white-blue star on the center of the mask, a symbol Takeo also wears on a cord around his neck.
Signature Weapon System: Paladin - Iron Sparrow is equipped with a massive steel blade, connected at the wrist, and a giant kite-shaped shield plate embedded in its back. The blade can retract along the arm, but the shield is stationary. The blade is not very sharp - rather, it crushes foes through sheer force with the aid of the thrusters on the forearms of the Frame. The shield is rudimentary, but its sheer size and thickness allows it to withstand almost anything while Iron Sparrow protects its comrades.
Secondary Weapon System: Iron Sparrow contains hundreds of repair drones within itself, allowing minor repairs to other Framewerks. Its own plating is too thick, however, for repair drones to be of any use on itself.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Iron Sparrow uses thrusters mounted on the wrists and feet for movement. It is quite slow, and to make up for this, Iron Sparrow has the unique capability to equip a device known as an Overbooster thanks to the shield on its back. The Overbooster is planted directly on the shield, and is a massive engine capable of propelling Iron Sparrow linearly at extreme speeds. Once its fuel is depleted, it detaches. This allows Iron Sparrow to punch immediately into enemy ranks, where it can do the most good, but does nothing to help with the Framewerk's otherwise poor mobility.
Sync Ratio: 85%
Special Ability: N/A |
49,677 | 1,337 | 108 | 589 | 2,821 | The debriefing was a wild ride to say the least. As their executive officer took his time carefully detailing how awful each other pilot was, when it came time for him to describe Iskander's performance, for some reason he was at a loss for words. As though he hadn't been paying attention or something, and only came up with a review at the last minute. The only criticism that was actually issued rolled off of Iskander's back; he hadn't just been sitting there, his weapons were offline. He didn't even spring the trap that took them offline. The appointment of a squad leader was noted; Iskander didn't really have any interactions with this "Sigma" person, but from what was described, it seemed that she had piloted the sniper Framewerk. Iskander would get to know her better later.
The real trouble came about when the others began to question Lorenzo's methods. Granted, Iskander had his own doubts and concerns, but he kept them to himself. He already could tell what type of man he was dealing with. Egotistical, power-mad, and self-obsessed. Iskander had encountered plenty like him among the Lemurians, and many of those were counted among his closest friends and family. Keeping silent was what Iskander had learned to protect himself a long time ago, and it was dutifully serving him now.
Silently, though Iskander had nothing but contempt for their executive officer. Who appointed this madman? If his time was so valuable, why did he just spend three hours trying to teach them a childish lesson? Not to mention the resources wasted in launching and repairing the Framewerks. Iskander severely doubted that Lorenzo had any actual military qualifications, and was likely only granted a paper rank to oversee his pet project. He could imagine that the desperation that this project represented would allow for such disregard for regulation.
Things then went from bad to worse. The same idiot who continued to speak out was then shot and beaten by Lorenzo. Whatever doubts Iskander had about their executive officer, that turned them to concrete. He flinched at the sounds of the gunshots, but otherwise his face stayed grim and stoic, a deliberate effort to not attract attention to himself. He was almost surprised that Lorenzo didn't kill him, for all he went on about how replaceable they all were. Iskander had seen men executed for less.
Either way, the dissident was now laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, muttering to himself. Looking about the room, it seemed that the majority of the others were too shaken up to do much about his condition. Iskander sighed, and then went about the grim chore of making sure that the loudmouth didn't die. Iskander grabbed his bloodied pant legs, crossing his limp legs over each other, and then lifted up his torso by the back of his shirt, supporting his head on his forearms.
Looking up at the others, Iskander softly asked no one in particular, "Which way to the medic?" | Name: Iskander Paradise
Appearance: "All you see before you, and still so much more."
Age: 16
Personality: Iskander has been forcibly warped into a warrior by the environment he grew up in, and as such he is unnaturally cold and pragmatic. While intelligent, he grapples with the delusions left behind by years of dogma and brainwashing. While he makes deliberate, pained efforts to be sociable, he doesn't find much value in other people (after all, what good is a warrior that cares too much to kill).
Motive to live: Iskander cares about the Cruxi about as much as he cares about the rest of humanity; not especially much. Hyperborea was on the opposite side of the galaxy from the Cruxi incursion, and Iskander was only vaguely aware of them when he was inducted into the program. But they're another enemy for him to fight, relieving Iskander of the need to be anything other than the warrior he was raised to be.
Background: Born and raised on Hyperborea, a colony world far from Earth, Iskander was brought up as a member of the Sons of Lemuria, a strange militant cult that developed on Hyperborea over the last century. As a warrior of the Lemurians, Iskander was raised as a child soldier, destined to fight the heretics that populated the rest of Hyperborea and bring them under the law of Lemuria. Iskander trained his body and mind, and by the age of fourteen was both a capable warrior and scholar; a Lemurian paragon.
The Sons of Lemuria were wiped out by the Hyperborean military well before Iskander ever went to war, and he was well as the other Lemurian children were taken in as wards of the state. There have been some rehabilitation efforts for Iskander and his peers, unlearning the seditious ideology ingrained in them by the Lemurian cult. Iskander's perception of the world was a very skewed one; even though the Lemurians had access to state-of-the-art technology, which he was perfectly proficient in using, he saw this as magic and sorcery rather than technology. Iskander has had more difficulty readjusting to society than most, and his rehabilitation has been cut short by his recruitment as a Framewerk pilot.
Notable Deaths: Iskander's parents, teachers, mentors and spiritual leaders have all been killed by the Hyperborean state for sedition against the government, as well as acts of terrorism.
Other things: Iskander is highly versed in a distorted version of Hyperborean history, Lemurian mythology, plasmic engineering ("pyromancy," as he knows it), and fighting in the twin-sword "Czar" style.
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Framewerk Code Name: Atlantis Mk. III Omnidynamic Neutralizer, or A3ON
Appearance: Thou art the innocent blade.
Signature Weapon System: The A3ON is powered by a unique joint-fusion core, utilizing hot and cold fusion simultaneously to power its systems, weapons in particular. A3ON generates plasma that can either approach a theoretical point of infinite heat or infinite cold, which is then magnetized and fired at the enemy through its twin plasma cannons, code-named CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA, respectively. Though the plasma cools/heats greatly away from the extremes reached in A3ON's core by the time it is fired, it is still extremely damaging to enemy units, and when the two substances meet, they produce explosions with enough force to sublimate foes. As A3ON's battlefield role is that of an adaptable and unpredictable skirmisher, CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA possess a variety of firing modes and are extremely flexible, multifunctional armaments.
Secondary Weapon System: A3ON's backup weapons are a pair of swords, codenamed BARZAI, the filaments of which can be vibrated intensely to superheat them and give them extreme cutting power.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Folded within A3ON's leg-shields are its SHANTAK flight system, a pair of bladelike wings that use the A3ON's exhaust runoff as a propulsion system. Clumsy and only truly efficient in short bursts, A3ON has very little maneuverability in flight, and cannot hover in-atmosphere.
Special Ability: ??? |
49,678 | 1,337 | 109 | 935 | 1,934 | She was a lot calmer now that she had gotten to know one of the other pilots.
Perhaps it was the brief moment of normal conversation that soothed her. Or perhaps it was that brief feeling of euphoria when she started playing her music again for someone to listen to. In any case, she simply stood there in front of that guy, trying to be as inconspicuous as she could.
"Utano! You were equally shameful... you practically stood there doing nothing, although, if you count shooting someone in the fetal position as something... then well, that's something. To be honest, I'm not too sure why someone like you is even here," that guy said.
Maybe it had something to do with you kidnapping me, she thought. Not that he's likely to let me just go back home regardless...
Today was the day she had thought death for her was a forgone conclusion. It still was, but not on this day. But now, at the very least, she didn't want to go out falling over everything in her mech and still be generally unhelpful. Utano wasn't here of her own accord, but whether she was consenting of not didn't matter to these guys, she'd still be pushed out to war and from what these guys were wearing and how they acted, there was very little she could do to dissuade them.
"Now leave," muttered Lorenzo as he sat down back into his seat and flipped a strange pass of sorts while shooing everyone away, "I need to figure out how to spend my all-day pass of relaxation~"
Suddenly everything took a turn for the worst as he shot Ian.
She could only stare wide eyed as the guy shot him again, this time at his ear. His legs looked... Utano couldn't even manage a scream. Something pushed against the back of her throat suddenly, causing her to bolt out of the room. Her flight to the women's toilet was cut short by her skidding on the smooth floor of the facility, causing her to fall flat on her face. She pushed herself up and retched.
And finally, she screamed.
Utano screamed in that little corridor until her throat felt sore. She sat back against the wall, shivering. Never in her life did she thought she would see that much blood in once place. Picking herself up, she stumbled into the toilet, cleaning herself up as best she could. It was a good thing the material her outfit was made of could be cleaned easily, as well as being water proof for obvious reasons.
There was simply no way she could ever forget those kneecaps exploding into red chunks, bending where they should not bend. | Name: Kiyokawa Utano
Age: 15
Personality: Concise, honest, and very direct, she is very level headed, preferring to logical, rational thoughts before acting on anything. Precisely because of this, she fears doing anything too risky, preferring to err on the side of caution. This does leave her without many friends however, as her bluntness and concise nature are often seen as abrasive to others. Her idol persona however, belies this, as she dons the mask of an extremely cheerful joyous person who lives in the present and acts on instinct.
Motive to live: To live another day
Background: Utano lives in one of the older planets, where things are more developed than the outer rim planets and still less than the oldest planets. She started her career there as an Idol relatively young, singing first for someone's birthday party, and then was scouted out by an agency. From then on, she lived a dual life as a simple schoolgirl barely anyone noticed, and as the up and rising Idol UTAU. Barely anyone else but her family and her producer knew about her dual life, and the income she was receiving. Seeing a way to amass a lot of fortune, she concentrated on being the best Idol she could, following in a lot of different classes; fitness, flexibility, singing, and the like.
Her brother, one day, left for a better job, leaving her with a promise to come back in time for her birthday. He never returned.
She didn't have to guess why. The news of the Cruxi was enough to tell her what happened. But still, Utano had to continue on living. Regardless of whether he was there, regardless of
Notable Deaths: Older brother.
Other things: If there is anything else you believe that needs telling, say so here.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: AGAS-P01 "Shrike"
Appearance:
Signature Weapon System: HAR-P01 - A heavy assault rifle firing powerful rounds with a lower rate of fire. The rifle itself is extremely hardy. No real distinguishing features or marks, save that it is a belt fed assault rifle.
Secondary Weapon System: A large flat vibroblade sheathed on the side of the ammopack on the back, a side pulse pistol which uses energy instead of bullets, and two plasma grenades.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Shrike is heavily armored, and optimized for movements on land, but it has a booster attachment for space deployments.
Special Ability:
Synchronization rate:74% |
49,679 | 1,337 | 110 | 181 | 1,997 | Elora was a bit startled when Sigma tapped her shoulder during the briefing, but after she turned her headd and saw it was her who did it Elora calmed down. Her presence helped soothe her emotions during Lorenzo's talk, and she was glad she didn't distance herself to keep a public image of a stoic soldier or anything. Antwon talked back to Lorenzo like she expected of the rude boy, and Elora recoiled a bit at how strongly the professor reacted to it. She was worried that he would actually break his shoulder, but little did the shy girl know that the worst was yet to come.
Then Lorenzo said something confusing, and Elora had trouble grasping what he said. They failed the moment they started fighting? Did I misunderstand what the mission objectives were? He even warned against forming teams-
The realization hit her, and something started growing inside of her, an emotion she hasn't felt in long time. It caused her heart rate to accelerate, and breathing to turn faster. Elora wondered if it was fear, but no; fear would make her legs shake, but this caused her legs to stand even firmer. And then she understood: she was angry. She was angry at the professor ordering them to fight each other, and them scold them for doing like he said. If there was some kind of lesson to be learned here Elora didn't learn it, and could only think of the suffering she went through in vain.
Her anger however soon subsided when Lorenzo promoted Sigma to squad leader, and Elora calmed down. She wanted to congratulate her as soon as the briefing ended and took a few steps to follow after her, but before they left the room Ian spoke. There wasn't anything inherently wrong with what he said, at least that's how Elora thought, so it came all the more shocking when Lorenzo pulled out a gun and shot Ian down, causing her to scream: "Ian!"
Any lingering anger Elora had was swept away in that moment, replaced by dread. She couldn't do anything but stare in horror as the bloodied boy was lying on the floor, Iskander using some kind of first-aid technique to help him. Utano took it even worse than she did, and ran away. She heard her scream somewhere, and felt pity towards her, not wanting her to go through this kind of stuff since she knew how badly she would take it. Elora wondered how she could take this so well herself, and didn't run away like she did. Maybe she was already getting desensitized to the senseless violence? That thought scared her a little bit.
While Ian was prepared to be taken to the med bay, Antwon passed by her, gave her a couple of pats, and said he was impressed by her. She was honestly happy about the positive reaction, and how it came from the most unlikely source considering how he treated her when they first met. She wasn't a burden, she was a part of the team like everybody else. She could yet be friends with everybody, even him...one of these days, she added as a mental note. She decided that once she saw Ian safely escorted to the med bay she would change her clothes, meet up with Serah and Sigma, and congratulate her for her promotion. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,680 | 1,337 | 111 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma blinked twice, trying to regist each of Lorenzo's words. Wha? I'm squad leader? But I got kicked all over the place. Geez, thanks, Lorenzo. Now I'll have to deal with people with egos the size of icebergs. Still... maybe there wasn't much else to pick from. She bit her lip slightly, but graciously nodded in acceptance and did a salute to Lorenzo.
Then, Serah, who was puffed up like a mad hummingbird had left out in a huff. Well, that was understandeable, but Sigma was confident no harm had been done. The girl also didn't say anything, which was good. And then Zan left, without a word either, apparently. Takeo was much more forthcoming in his reaction, even with strange bow and that. Somewhat...cute? Sigma dedicated a nod of acknowledgement to him. "Alright."
And then... Ian happened Sigma bit her lip so hard she drew blood. Foolish Ian, you're going to ruin everything! Don't rouse a veteran like THAT. The squad leader could only watch and flinch a little the development, wincing in empathic pain as she saw Ian's knees explode. Antwon's greeting came not long after. Dry, awkward, but it was surprising in a way. Endearing in another, and very off. She had expected Ant to start bickering like Ian did, but the way he was taking it... was there something more than him being an arrogant teenager with bad music taste?
The situation quickly devolved. Utano, the quiet girl, turned out she wasn't as stoic as she initially implied. She had probably never seen more blood than a papercut in her entire life. Rolling her eyes, she watched how she ran to the bathroom. Pinching her nosebridge, she breathed deep.
"Everyone, try to get some refreshments, and rest." Sigma said in a serious tone, looking at each one and the other who could still be susceptible to orders. "Elora, see if you can talk some sense in Utano." She quickly eyed the mousy pilot, which she had expected half to break down, but she didn't yet.Bless you, Elora, you're one of the few people I can still count with in this disaster.
She then walked towards Iskander, who had taken the initiative to drag Ian to the medbay. But Sigma didn't want anyone else near Ian in his current condition. Some of them had already the morale affected. More... brutality, even as if it was half expected from a veteran like Lorenzo could seriously and irreversibly harm the team's morale.
"I'll take over medbay duties, Iskander. Thanks. Now go to rest with the rest of the team and don't dwell on this event much further. There will be a brief report afterwards." She added as she attempted to grab Ian's body in her own shoulders, gritting her teeth by doing so, but showing that underneath the lithe body that clothes betrayed, she was stronger than she looked at first glance. "Do not follow us. Do not cause more trouble to me or our XO. THAT IS AN ORDER." Sigma glared with a piercing stare to Iskander, and anyone who might feel they still had to say anything.
She then nodded in acknowledgement to Lorenzo, intent on starting her one trip to the medbay.
Great for a first day. Sigma bitterly thought. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,681 | 1,337 | 112 | 125 | 3,106 | Serah froze up, all muscles tensed. She was on her way back to everyone when shots rang through the hallways. The girl couldn't move her feet anymore, cold shivers down her spine. She was forced to clutch her arms for support, all kinds of thoughts now swimming around in the girls's head.
You're losing everyone again.
They won't get out of here. Only you, again.
Everything is going wrong again.
It's repeating itself.
Serah went to the wall for support and dropped down leaning against it. She has no idea what's happening. No idea if she wants to. they barely force to keep tears from streaming down their face. Ghosts of the past are floating around everywhere, taking the form of Serah's current team... "Th-The shots... Can't be... That bad right? ...Nothing probably happened.... Yeah... Everything will be fine..." the young girl tried to comfort herself, too far from anyone to hear voices. She grabbed onto the wall again, sweat dropping down her forehead and tright to make her way back to her room. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,682 | 1,337 | 113 | 908 | 430 | Korie simply watched as Lorenzo shot Ian, flinching as each bullet made contact with his flesh. They just watched as the new squad leader Sigma picked up Ian and followed behind Lorenzo... but they knew that they were never going to make it to the Med-bay; Lorenzo was never going to take them to it. That would be something far, far too kind of him to do. No, knowing the XO, he was going to probably take them someplace where he was going to break Ian even further...
"Good luck, Ian..." muttered Korie as the promptly walked out of the room and headed to their personal quarters.
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Lorenzo led Sigma passed the Medbay, and down many, many hallways that it was almost like a maze. They passed checkpoint after checkpoint, and security after security until eventually they reached a place that was entirely dark... and suddenly- Sigma would find that a strange man was suddenly lifting Ian from her and strapping him to a chair in the middle of the room that was barely lit.
"There you are, Cedric! So, how is everything going today? Is he doing well?" asked Lorenzo as he promptly looked over some files at a nearby desk.
"If by well, you mean quiet and motionless... then yes, he's doing perfectly well... So, we got another one who's going to be given to it as a meal?" asked the strange blue haired man as he finished fully strapping in Ian.
"Hm... That depends, we do need this one alive since he's part of the project."
"Oh... is that so. What about the girl? Is she a snack too?" murmured Cedric as he nodded nonchalantly at Sigma.
"Ah, she's with me. She's technically his superior... Squad leader. I brought her here as a gift."
"Oh," Cedric then promptly took out a gun and pointed it at Sigma as if to shoot.
"She's safe you idiot. Irina would be upset if you killed her... Er, sort of. Seriously, you're more of a nuisance then this guy," Lorenzo smacked Ian a bit, making sure he was awake to listen. "Hope your awake buddy, because you and your Squad Leader are going to experience something fantastic!"
"Fantastic indeed..." murmured Cedric as he holstered his gun and returned to a panel, speaking in his monotone voice. "I think he can smell the blood. Fresh wounds, I take it?"
"I did just shoot him a few minutes ago."
"Sounds just like something you would do, Lorenzo... Let me guess, you pointed something out to them, they got snippy, and you decided to show just how powerless they were?"
"Pretty much," laughed Lorenzo as he shrugged.
"Kids, am I right? Oh, this is interesting, he's getting active... far more than usual."
"Well, this is a first... Alright then. Initiate protocol Horus Alpha along with life support, I don't want Ian dying at all," Lorenzo began to speak as he walked behind him looking at a distant figure that is chained, muzzled, and skewered with wires and tubes, "You're going to feel a little, pinch..." murmured Lorenzo as needles from the chair suddenly began to pierce themselves into Ian's back and make their way to his heart, along with a couple going into his brain.
"Horus Alpha complete. Life Support at 100%. Shall I initiate any-?"
"No, I want to hear him scream," grinned Lorenzo. "Also, take his muzzle off, and release his restraints by... say... 20%, allow him to at least be able to break a few things if he needs to."
"Someone is feeling sadistic today..."
"No. I just hate kids who don't know their place is all... Oh, and make sure Sigma doesn't interfere, she needs to know what'll happen if the rest of her squad doesn't shape up either."
"Roger," Cedric glared at Sigma before taking aim at Sigma in case she tried to do anything, before pressing something on the panel. "He's released."
A loud clankechoed from the dark hall, before a mechanical roar and clang could be heard... then a bang before a stampeding sound as the sounds of chains flailing about could be heard as well. Then, it could be seen. Flesh, molded and burnt against metal with scars from what looked like the ends of syringes protruding from crevices against sores from its eyes as it leaped onto Ian, shouting with a blood curdling roar at his face. The lower half of it is entirely machine and rusted, while one arm is 'flesh-like', the other isn't, part of it's face is mutated from countless experiments, though, from one point... this thing used to be humanoid maybe.
No. This thing... this thing isn't a human...
...deep down... you know what is is... you've heard tales and stories about them... but you've never seen one up close with all of its raw metal exposed...
...a Cruxi.
Almost immediately the Cruxi grips Ian's broken legs, and squeezes down tight, before licking the blood and biting down on his legs flesh, eating and devouring with its razor like teeth little by little before it is suddenly yanked back by the harpooned chains attached to it- although, due to its sharp tight teeth, it is still able to take with it a large chunk of Ian's thigh before being forced back quite a bit.
Hungrily, the Cruxi devours its petty snack before turning upon its full course meal with blood oozing from its rancid teeth, wanting to eat more.
"I think he likes you Ian... Again, Cedric."
The Cruxi is freed once more, and this time he is left to bite a larger chunk of his leg... except he bites hard as the sound of bone breaking and being crushed can easily be heard underneath its mighty jaws as he wraps his hands on Ian's foot, crushing it within his hands.
"We will be at this for quite a while... oh, and don't even think about dying, I wont let you," murmured Lorenzo as he smiled to himself as he folded his arms behind his back. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,683 | 1,337 | 114 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma gritted her teeth, partially under the weight of Ian. Although the gun did get a bit of a reaction out of her, it didn't startle her in the slightlest. She had been put through the same countless times before, during her drills. But for all brutal training she had received, she wasn't ready for that.
Sigma felt her stomach sink as she saw the creature, stealing at her field of vision, staining her sight forever with dread. She felt she was losing it, but she couldn't avert her gaze. Her whole body was shaking like a leaf, tears went down her eyes, as she watched the fellow soldier get torn alive by a monstrousity that had been once a Cruxi. She felt her undersides becoming wet all of a sudden as she lost control of her bowels.
Yet she kept staring. The madness. Ian. The Cruxi. Lorenzo. Was this the bottom of the madness of war? Was this what she was expected to go, the lenghts she was supposed to reach?
There was one answer within her. One which filled her with dread. Finally clamping her eyelids, she struggled to breathe and vocalize.
She had to do it.
She had been created by humanity to fight. She couldn't avert her gaze. She couldn't break in here. She couldn't be scared of watching people be eaten alive by Cruxi.
Her hand grabbed Cedric's shirt, shaky, and at the same time filled with determination.
"I wish to undergo the same punishment as him." She replied. No turning back ever again. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,684 | 1,337 | 115 | 181 | 1,997 | R-Roger. Congratulations on the promotion, Elora said in a hurried tone, and then left the room. It was great that Sigma took the situation under control, and in such a cool way too. She was inspiring, Elora thought to herself as she went through the corridors in a brisk pace.
On her way she passed by Serah, who seemed to have a break down; she must have heard the gunshots. Elora wanted to stay with her, but she had Utano to find, and she wouldn't let Sigma down. Instead, she continued running, but shouted behind her: "Ian's still alive. They're taking him to the med bay." She was blissfully ignorant of the horrors he was about to go through.
Her intuition told her to go to the women's restroom, and there she found Utano. She approached her, and attempted to comfort her, though she didn't really know how.
"Umm, Utano? Hey, It's okay, Ian's going to survive. He won't die. They're taking him to the med bay as we're speaking. Sigma's making sure of it, and I completely trust in her." She paused for a moment, and took a look at herself in the mirror. "I'm also scared, I really am, but running away never helped me. It only made things worse. Trust me, I've done that a lot." She made as much of a smile as she could after having seen someone shot right in front of her. She hoped she succeeded in calming her down, even if a little bit. | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,685 | 1,337 | 116 | 125 | 3,106 | Serah calmed down, sitting on her bad and giving the wall a blank stare. She overreacted in that hallway... The gunshot was probably some sort of training excersise. Yeah... That... That had to be it... Taking a deep breath and gathering her courage the blue haired girl left her room. She made her way over to the cafeteria, stumbling into Elora along the way. Serah tried not to let anyone notice, still having a smile on her face, but the messy hair, frilled clothes and tired looking eyes betrayed how she truly felt. Once they passed eachother Elora said something which Serah really didn't want to hear.
Ian's still alive. They're taking him to the medbay.
...No way. No way no way. Ian got... Shot? Serah already feared the worst but now it got even worse. Why was he shot? What happened? Who shot him?! Serah just let out a soft "...Mhm." back, not finding anything worthwhile to say. She decided to go to the medbay. She had to see Ian, to know what happened. Why did she leave?! Maybe Serah could've prevented it... Blaming herself for Ian getting shot she went over to where she thought he was. Hoping dearly he'd be okay. She... She'd find something different, though. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,686 | 1,337 | 117 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Ian was going in and out of consciousness for a bit, the only things he could really focus on was Utano's screaming and Sigma helping him down the hallway, though it was all a blur for a while. That is, until he felt needles slip into his heart and brain. That woke him up just in time to the meet the horrid monstrosity roaring into his face before clamping its misshapen jaws into his leg, causing Ian's breath to hitch as the pain tore through his body. His teeth clenched together as it was torn backwards by the harpoons in it's back, taking a rather large chunk of his thigh with it.
It took everything Ian had not to scream as it happened, the mixture of pain and fear almost overwhelming him. But one thing was stronger than his fear of the monster, and that was the strength of will he had spent his entire life cultivating. He wasn't going to give Lorenzo the satisfaction, not today.
"Interesting pet, Lorenzo, was he this butt ugly when you captured him, or was that your handiwork?" Ian chuckled, a cold sweat making it's way down his face as his heart seemed like it was going explode from how fast it seemed to be beating. The second time the beast came at him, he didn't let out a sound, his face scrunched up in a look of intense agony. Yet he stayed silent, actually spitting a mix of blood and saliva into the creature's eye. The only sound thay followed was that of his bones breaking, the pain causing him to clench his fist, a muffled groan scraping out of his throat.
Ian could hardly think, it took every drop of his will to keep from screaming out from the pain, and it was only barely keeping him from breaking. But to him, that was enough. He was being pushed to his limit, probably beyond his limit, and he wouldn't lie, some part of him was actually enjoying this. Not the pain, not the intensity, but the fact that he had every reason to believe that he would die from this, it set his adrenaline racing through his veins. This was the biggest rush he had ever been on, the closest he'd ever felt to the edge between life and death, and deep down in his subconscious mind, he wanted to cross the border, to let go off his earthly ties and see if there was anything on the other side of mortality.
Ian looked up to look Lorenzo right in the eyes, pulling a smile that spoke of defiance and insanity. Ian was almost convinced he was going to die today, and if he was, he wasn't going to let this sadistic fucker break him. Maybe it was the intense pain addling his mind, maybe he was just this crazy, but he was going to be defiant to the end. If he was going to die today, he wasn't going meekly into the darkness of the void. He was going to stride in with his head held high. | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
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49,687 | 1,337 | 118 | 908 | 430 | Two rapid shots brought Takeo back to his home planet and the war against the Cruxi, and he immediately fell back against the nearest wall to find cover. His head was on a swivel, trying to spot the danger. Oddly, everything else seemed to freeze, and then reality continued on, ignoring the disturbance. There was no alarm, no further shooting, and the look on the face of the lieutenant spoke of business as usual.
Takeo felt his heart leaping in his chest as he forced himself to relax and move toward the doorway, the source of the gunshots. Everything registered, then, and the scene played out retrospectively in his head. Lieutenant Ritsu had handed the XO her sidearm. He moved to the hallway to confront Ian, and shot him in both his legs.
Confusion and disbelief brought the mechanic's thoughts to a jarring halt. Ian was being disciplined. He understood that. But what kind of discipline was this? On his home world, the battle against the Cruxi brought everyone together. Everyone was family, everyone protected each other - the bullets were for the Cruxi, and them alone. Why did Lorenzo waste such precious resources on hurting Takeo's fellow pilot?
Sigma pushed passed him, knocking him out of his thoughts, and picked Ian off the ground. Something else introduced itself into Takeo's thoughts, then, something he had rarely experienced before. It was the vice grip of cold fury, grinding his teeth, twisting his face to indignation. His bones creaked in white-knuckled fists, and his arms shook with violent energy.
Why? Takeo's voice was a roar in his mind. I've failed to protect him twice, now. Why did I let this happen? WHO are we supposed to be FIGHTING!?
The XO escorted Ian and Sigma away, something Takeo didn't notice until they were gone. Fiery eyes found the lieutenant's as she made to leave, the woman whose gun put Ian on the ground. He only watched her as she left, trapped between anger and subordination, unable to find the words to speak to her. He had to speak to someone, had to ventilate his rage before he did something he knew he would regret.
"Good luck, Ian..." Korie said, nearly whispering.
Why would you say that? What do you know? Takeo followed Korie as they left the scene, waiting until they were both out of sight before stepping in front of the other pilot. Once more, he could not find the words to say. He could only stare at Korie with wrath and anguish painting his face, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring his smile back. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,688 | 1,337 | 119 | 2,401 | 173 | Zan heard someone coming up behind him. The person walked up, which was Ian beside him and put his arm around Zan's shoulder. So in-return Zan grabbed Ian's arm and squeezed his arm very painfully as he removed it from his shoulder as a warning.
"Why hello there, I've a few questions for you, Zan, my man . . . it's Zan, right? That's what ol' Lorenzo called you so I'll assume that's your name. My name's Ian and I'm wondering . . . think any of the girls here are cute? I mean, they are all very pretty, but are there any you take a particular interest in? Maybe the shy, delicate looking Elora, our the serious commander, Sigma, the sexually confusing Korie, or the highly excitable Serah?" asked Ian.
Zan didn't even need to think about his answer, but before he answered Ian's question, Ian was shot in the back of both of his knees. The perpetrator was XO Lorenzo.
"You're right, I am too idealistic... and you aren't special, you're pretty disposable," he muttered before kicking Ian hard across the jaw and stomping on his face, before shooting both of his shoulders while smiling in front of Zan.
After the punishment started Zan took his leave and went to start training. Zan was unfazed by the 'show' since he had seen punishment as bad as that before.
"A shame really, your sister was so happy that she was going to be able to see you again... to bad that you have your head so far up your ass that you can't see that you are nothing more than a battery for the Framewerks, can you? I could cut off your ar..." said Lorenzo as his voice slowly faded away, while Zan walked away.
Zan heard a girl scream, he had no idea who it was. He didn't really care though, since he had more important things to do. | •Name: "The next potential pilot's name is Zan Carter."
•Appearance: "He is 6'3" and weighs 200 lbs. He has short black hair, brown eyes. He has an above average amount of muscle for someone his age. He could be described as handsome. For noticeable markings, he has a scar on his face that goes from below his right eye to past his bottom lip."
•Age: "The potential pilot is sixteen years old."
•Personality: "From what we observed he seems to have his friends' back no matter what the situation is, and would die for them. He tends listen more that talk. People seem to come to him for advice, quite a bit. He seems to be an all around nice guy."
•Motive to live: "His reason to live appears to be to kill the Cruxi."
•Background: "From what we could find was that his family was average. He had five younger sisters. He became an older brother when he was eight years old. The last one was born the year he turned twelve years old. Both of his parents worked, so it seems he helped take care of his sisters. His mom and dad both worked, so helped take care of his younger sisters. The potential pilot had an extremely average childhood, until the planet he lived on was attacked by the Cruxi. It appears his family died on the planet, while he lived and made it off world onboard the last military ship. He became a ward of the state on account of having no living family. Later on, he was forced to go to a military boot camp for his behavior, which is where he is currently."
•Notable Deaths: "His entire family appears to have been wiped out by the Cruxi attacks.
•Other things: "He needs medication to sleep."
•Framewerk Code Name: Пожертвовать
•Signature Weapon System: This Framewerk uses it hands to destroy enemies, mainly ripping them apart. This Framewerk has reinforced joints and strong actuators ('muscles') compared to other Framewerks.
•Secondary Weapon System: The mouth of this Framewerk is full of razor sharp teeth meant to bit through Cruxi armor.
•Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Basic thrusters on it's back and shoulders, just enough to maneuver in space.
•Current Synchro Rate: 99%
•Special Ability: Sacrifice; No More: Zan’s Framewerk’s True ability… which grants it unbelievable raw power and speed compared to the other Framewerks; giving it the title of the strongest Framewerk in terms of raw strength. Quadrupling its strength that it can destroy things 50x stronger than diamonds with its bare hands and its jaws alone due to its special make up and its speed going at absurd rates such as 1000 miles per hour that has been in development since 2200, however, because the strain on the pilot is severe in this situation, this state of performance can only be maintained for 15 minutes before the pilot suffers a 30% Synch Ratio loss. |
49,689 | 1,337 | 120 | 908 | 430 | Lorenzo just sighed a bit as he watched the Cruxi gnaw and eat Ian's leg, digging down straight into the bone and ripping out flesh... before the creature was yanked forcefully back thanks to a button that Cedric pressed. "This is getting us no where... Sigma, if I heard you correctly you wanted to join in, yes? If that's correct... then Cedric, place all the restraints back on him on full power, would you?"
"Alright..."
"Sigma," Lorenzo took out a fork of sorts between his fingers while a pair of pliers in his other fingers, before grinning, and holding it towards Sigma. "Be a dear, would you, and carve out Ian's left eye with these, and feed it to the Cruxi? Oh, and break off each of Ian's toes while you are at it. And make sure he screams and learns his lesson, if not... he dies. We don't have time for this, and I'm growing bored of looking at him," he said dully.
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"A-Ah... Hey Takeo," murmured Korie as they noticed their fellow pilot suddenly appear before them. Giving off their usual smile, they tilted their head a bit, before continuing, "I take it you're pretty upset about what happened during the debriefing, huh...? Yeah, it was harsh... I... I think Ian will be alright."
Korie frowned a bit, thinking if they might have been lying or not, unsure of what they might be going through, before shaking their head.
"Anyway, would you like to grab some coffee? You don't look so well. I was heading to my room... but we could always stop by the cafeteria and grab something to eat if you'd like, Takeo," they said as the walked towards Takeo a bit, noticing that they weren't their normal looking self, nor were they smiling like they usually do.
"Takeo?" | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,690 | 1,337 | 121 | 125 | 3,106 | (Got GM permission for the following.)
Serah eventually stood in front of the medbay. She was scared of going inside of there. Seeing what happened to Ian. But he'd be fine, right? He's probably resting right now... Sleeping like a little baby... Everything will be fine... She won't lose someone else... Swallowing her fear and gathering some courage, Serah opened the door to find... Nothing. "Uhm, Nurse? E-Excuse me nurse?" She called out to the supervisor of the medbay, them turning to the little girl. "Hm? Is something wrong, Serah? Need a check up?" the nurse asked, causing the pilot to shake her head. "N-No... I heard that Ian was carried here by Sigma. Is he here?"
A feeling of dread began to sank in, and was only reinforced when the nurse said "Sigma and... Ian? No... No, I don't believe they passed here. Why do you ask, Serah?" ...The world was suddenly spinning. Where is Ian? Was Elora mistaken? Is there a second medbay somewhere? An emergency room? The girl nodded towards the supervisor, weakly muttering "...Nothing..." before exiting the office. This couldn't be happening. No way. Serah became as pale as a ghost, and walked almost automatically towards the mess hall, hoping to find... Anyone. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,691 | 1,337 | 122 | 220 | 2,530 | Sigma couldn't control her tears. They were running down unchecked through her cheeks. And yet, she didn't avert her gaze even once. Half because the grotesque hellish scene had her frozen in place. Ian's rictus of agony and screams were flailing her soul numb and making even breathing without hiccups difficult. She felt like passing out just for what was watching. She could feel how her panties had been soiled from before, and her heart as if she was about to burst out of her chest.
And yet...she was gritting her teeth. Clenching her fists, trying to muster whatever willpower had left. No. Turning. Back. She kept mentally reassuring herself as she watched through the ordeal.
And then... a reprieve. Sigma eyed cautiously Lorenzo while he commanded Cedric to stop. And then he spoke. He spoke of her hurting Ian. Sigma felt like breaking down. But she didn't. She got up sluggilish, and wiped her tears with her sleeve. She thought of what was at stake. Why they were doing this. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She wished this was all a nightmare, that this was a cruel play of a Psychopath.
But Lorenzo wasn't any of that. Unfortunately. They had turned him into that. And the culprits were the Cruxi. She grabbed the tools shakily at first, then gritted her teeth. She wasn't crying anymore. She couldn't cry anymore.
"Millions of lives." Sigma said, with the tools on her hand as she advanced towards the Cruxi. Fighting against her instict to flee, each step like enduring a punch in her face. "Millions, of fucking human lives." She kept saying as she grabbed the fork and in a bout of courage and anger, furiously stabbed Ian's eye.
"MILLIONS OF LIVES ARE EXTINGUISHED AS WE ARE PLAYING MEDIEVAL INQUISITION, IAN." Sigma finally spat, her voice having turned in a growl. "I don't care who you are. Or how brave you are. If humanity's survival demands that you have to be broken down, that I have to endure this... It will be done. " She added as she plucked the spherical eyeball of ian, with a sharp tug and twist and almost gagging waved it in front of the cruxi's mouth while she eyed Lorenzo.
"Next. The toes." She growled, snapping the pliers. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
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49,692 | 1,337 | 123 | 665 | 141 | Other than Antwon, Zan, and Korie, everyone else seemed to turn into an emotional wreck by the unfolding events. Ant could hear a scream and some loud chattering as he was making his exit, but didn't bother turning back before putting in his headphones for some more noise rock; ironically, the closest source to comfort Ant had in this madhouse. The reaction from Lorenzo was exactly what Ant expected, having seen it countless times, having spent most of his childhood growing up in dark alleyways, where life on the streets was measured by stature above all. I guess it really isn't any different with the rest of 'civilized society'...
After changing, Ant found some peace and solitude in the mess hall, left to his lonesome, finding his private quarters rather tight and depressing. His heart sank, however, at the sight of the loud, excitable girl flying into the room. She was making a bee-line toward Ant; he looked behind him on both sides, having to ensure she was actually heading to him. Oh, good Lord... Antwon muttered under his breath. Anyone else. Anyone but the freaking ray of sunshine. Ant looked at her with glazed eyes, anticipating being asked some asinine question like what his favorite season was, or if he had a unicorn, what color would its fur be... | Name: Matsuda Takeo
Age: 16
Personality: Takeo is known to be quite passive, though cheerful and optimistic. He floats through life with a smile on his face, and is quick to help those whom ask. Though despite his friendliness, he is very hard to know, and has an unwillingness to form bonds. He is quiet beyond idle banter, only truly opening up when asked about his work. He is somewhat lazy and often reluctant to go above the minimum of what he is asked, though he will do nearly anything if pressed. He is quick to laugh and soft of voice, and enjoys food more than most.
Motive to live: Takeo was selected for the project, and found he could not turn down the offer of working directly with the engineers on his own Framewerk. Part of the bargain demanded he also pilot it to eliminate alien threats to the Earth, but he is ignorant to the true implications of this. In light of this, he fights only because he was asked to.
Background: Takeo grew up in an outer-rim planet locked in war with the Cruxi. His parents were killed early into his childhood, and he remembers little of them. He was quickly drafted into helping maintain and repair armed vehicles as a combat engineer, and honed his skills over the years. Though his creations lack polish, they are usually strong and functional, and he is capable of delicate operations in the thick of battle. Just after his sixteenth birthday, Takeo was extracted from his home world and brought to Earth to serve in the Framewerks project.
Notable Deaths: Ivan Sparrow - Six months before Takeo was drafted into the Framewerk project, his best friend Ivan was killed in an explosion during a skirmish with the Cruxi. Takeo still blames himself for the event, and it has led to his emotional vacancy and inability to form new friendships.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Iron Sparrow
Appearance:
Iron Sparrow is a crude Frame made of thick, heavy, unpolished gray steel. Dexterity is lost upon it - its legs have little mobility, instead requiring powerful thrusters in the feet to aid in locomotion. Its only marking is a white-blue star on the center of the mask, a symbol Takeo also wears on a cord around his neck.
Signature Weapon System: Paladin - Iron Sparrow is equipped with a massive steel blade, connected at the wrist, and a giant kite-shaped shield plate embedded in its back. The blade can retract along the arm, but the shield is stationary. The blade is not very sharp - rather, it crushes foes through sheer force with the aid of the thrusters on the forearms of the Frame. The shield is rudimentary, but its sheer size and thickness allows it to withstand almost anything while Iron Sparrow protects its comrades.
Secondary Weapon System: Iron Sparrow contains hundreds of repair drones within itself, allowing minor repairs to other Framewerks. Its own plating is too thick, however, for repair drones to be of any use on itself.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Iron Sparrow uses thrusters mounted on the wrists and feet for movement. It is quite slow, and to make up for this, Iron Sparrow has the unique capability to equip a device known as an Overbooster thanks to the shield on its back. The Overbooster is planted directly on the shield, and is a massive engine capable of propelling Iron Sparrow linearly at extreme speeds. Once its fuel is depleted, it detaches. This allows Iron Sparrow to punch immediately into enemy ranks, where it can do the most good, but does nothing to help with the Framewerk's otherwise poor mobility.
Sync Ratio: 85%
Special Ability: N/A |
49,693 | 1,337 | 124 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Ian was making a good show, but that's all it was. He wanted scream his throat raw as he witnessed his legs getting turned into mincemeat by the deformed creature that was consuming them, but any scream that did go out was muffled by his clenched teeth and lips. He eas too proud, too willful to given into that slimy fucker. And then, it was over, the creature was being dragged back and Ian let out a ragged breath of relief, just managing a small smile to cross his face. Lorenzo was saying something, but Ian couldn't make any of it out through his pain addled mind, and he honestly didn't care what the psycho said. As far as Ian was concerned, he'd won this battle of wills.
Hearing Sigma's voice and footsteps he looked up, wondering what she was doing. Then his mind exploded with indescribable agony as she shoved something into his left eye. Unprepared and already drained from before, the scream that clawed it's way out of his throat faced no resistance, his body jerking and straining against the restraints holding him, trying to get as far away from Sigma as he could. The scream soon grew into an animalistic roar as she yanked it out of it's socket, blood mixing with the tears that streamed down Ian's face. The screaming and struggling died down a little after that, only to ruse again as Sigma got to work on his toes.
Ian's back bled as he thrashed about, the needles tearing gashes into his flesh as he tried to escape the pain, all of the pain. About 5 minutes after Sigma finishes, Ian would be huddling up as far into himself as his body and restraints would allow, his figure shuddering violently as his screams broke down into agonized sobs. His remaining eye was covered by his hair, leaving only the gaping socket to be visible to those present. | Name: Ian Blackwood
Age: 16
Current Synch-ratio: 76%
Personality: Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.
Another side to Ian is one he'd like to forget. Having grown up in the slums, he's no stranger to violence, death, and crime, he himself having participated in that kind of life in order to get by in his early life. Back then he was a cold, manipulative person, with little care for anyone other than himself. And while he's strived to change himself, he can't get rid of that part of him, so he wields it like a weapon, ready to pull it out whenever the situation calls for it.
Background: Ian used to be an orphan living in the slums, eeking out a living by doing as everyone else did, through crime, violence, and even murder at times. ONe day, however, he crossed the head of a crime organization, and was quickly caught and brought before them with a choice, to steal from them from now on, or to pay for his crime with his life. However, the organization soon found itself under raid by government officials. WIP
Motive to live:Ian believes that he has been given a new start in this life free from the filth of his childhood, so he works his hardest to make it worth something, and even more so to make sure he never wastes it. He lives or himself, for his father, for everyone that helped him reach the point he has today. Not only that, but he feels a sense of duty to protect those of the world from feeling the same pain as he did, the pain of losing a love one to war. He knows he can't stop them all, but he'll be dammed if he lets it happen on his watch.
Notable Deaths: His family was killed by the Cruxi while his father was touring one of the local planets in the system. The Cruxi ravaged the city they were in until it was nothing but ashes, then left to attack the next, only to soon be driven off by the military. Ian had stayed at home, for a reason he can no longer remember. The loss is still very fresh in his mind and heart, but Ian never dwells on it when he can help it, sticking to his motto of never looking back on things that caused him pain, and to look forward into the brilliant light of the future.
Other:
Framewerk Code Name: Anubis 14
The Rod of Anubis: Ian's motto in a fight has always been to strike fast and strike hard, and Anubis 14 symbolizes that. Wielding a specialized energy rod, he can form it into either a powerful Naginata-like weapon that bears a blade made completely of a special energy that holds considerable slashing and piercing power, a pair of dual short-swords that have a higher attack speed at the cost of some attack power and becoming completely for slashing attacks only, or a powerful energy spear that has lower attack speed in exchange for an increase of offensive capabilities and nearly unstoppable piercing power.
Another interesting facet of this weapon is that the energy has two emissions variants:The normal one, which takes on a color of sterling silver, and Disruption energy, which is red in color. It has the capability to mess with Cruxi systems, allowing it to be a viable option for disabling stationary weapon systems or weakening and disorienting the tougher forces the Cruxi have in store for Anubis and his pilot.
Switching between energies takes some time however, and after used, it takes even longer for disruption energy to be used again. Silver energy can be used whenever.
Last Rites: Attached to Anubis 14's Arm, these spikes are able to create energy constructs similar to that of the Rod, but on a smaller scale. They can create small shields of energy and bolts that can be charged before firing, making it an effective mid-range weapon for a mostly close-range combatant
Shroud: The blades hovering behind Anubis 14 are top of the line Kinetic thrusters, built to stand the test of battle and giving Anubis a very high amount of maneuverability and speed on the battle field both on the ground, in the air, and in the void of space. A trade off for this agility, however, is that the defenses for Anubis 14 are average at best, which makes it a risky mech to pilot since it does best in the thick of engagement with the enemy.
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49,694 | 1,337 | 125 | 2,401 | 173 | Why are we here? Takeo asked, struggling to keep his voice steady. "To fight the Cruxi? Then why is it ever okay to fight each other?" He wasn't thinking of a mock battle, but a lethal assault on a fellow human being. "What kind of institution is this? We're supposed to protect each other. I can't..."
Takeo realized he was nearly incomprehensible. He could hardly think of what he was saying before he said it. Thousands of independent thoughts slammed into one another within his mind.
"What...what will they do with Ian? Don't tell me you don't know!" Takeo suddenly barked angrily at Korie, this time unsuccessful in restraining himself. "You smell like this place. You're one of them. I didn't...I didn't sign up for..."
Suddenly he collapsed, slumping against the wall. Can't say that. Don't know who will hear. I don't know what to do...He was suddenly aware of hot tears running down his cheeks. I can't save anyone... | •Name: "The next potential pilot's name is Zan Carter."
•Appearance: "He is 6'3" and weighs 200 lbs. He has short black hair, brown eyes. He has an above average amount of muscle for someone his age. He could be described as handsome. For noticeable markings, he has a scar on his face that goes from below his right eye to past his bottom lip."
•Age: "The potential pilot is sixteen years old."
•Personality: "From what we observed he seems to have his friends' back no matter what the situation is, and would die for them. He tends listen more that talk. People seem to come to him for advice, quite a bit. He seems to be an all around nice guy."
•Motive to live: "His reason to live appears to be to kill the Cruxi."
•Background: "From what we could find was that his family was average. He had five younger sisters. He became an older brother when he was eight years old. The last one was born the year he turned twelve years old. Both of his parents worked, so it seems he helped take care of his sisters. His mom and dad both worked, so helped take care of his younger sisters. The potential pilot had an extremely average childhood, until the planet he lived on was attacked by the Cruxi. It appears his family died on the planet, while he lived and made it off world onboard the last military ship. He became a ward of the state on account of having no living family. Later on, he was forced to go to a military boot camp for his behavior, which is where he is currently."
•Notable Deaths: "His entire family appears to have been wiped out by the Cruxi attacks.
•Other things: "He needs medication to sleep."
•Framewerk Code Name: Пожертвовать
•Signature Weapon System: This Framewerk uses it hands to destroy enemies, mainly ripping them apart. This Framewerk has reinforced joints and strong actuators ('muscles') compared to other Framewerks.
•Secondary Weapon System: The mouth of this Framewerk is full of razor sharp teeth meant to bit through Cruxi armor.
•Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Basic thrusters on it's back and shoulders, just enough to maneuver in space.
•Current Synchro Rate: 99%
•Special Ability: Sacrifice; No More: Zan’s Framewerk’s True ability… which grants it unbelievable raw power and speed compared to the other Framewerks; giving it the title of the strongest Framewerk in terms of raw strength. Quadrupling its strength that it can destroy things 50x stronger than diamonds with its bare hands and its jaws alone due to its special make up and its speed going at absurd rates such as 1000 miles per hour that has been in development since 2200, however, because the strain on the pilot is severe in this situation, this state of performance can only be maintained for 15 minutes before the pilot suffers a 30% Synch Ratio loss. |
49,695 | 1,337 | 126 | 908 | 430 | Satisfaction.
Complete and utter satisfaction was all that was that could describe Lorenzo's grin as he watched Sigma carry out her orders. Picking up one of Ian's discarded toes, and flicking it at the Cruxi only to watch it hungrily eat it like a starving rat only made chuckle in delight. "Very good Sigma, I'm delighted to know that I can count on you to carry out orders... and not only that, but you also helped Ian from not dying... although, I wonder if he would have welcomed a lovely death at this point," spoke Lorenzo as he patted the broken Ian on the head all the while smiling.
"I also think the Cruxi has taken a liking to you Sigma, maybe you should feed it some more I wonder?" joked Lorenzo as he laughed aloud before pointing towards the drooling Cruxi as it was staring at Sigma... clearing wanting more to eat.
"Funny. Sir, shall we go ahead and start replacing his legs and eye?" murmured Cedric as he looked over the panel that he was staring into.
"Of course... Hm," Lorenzo took a couple of steps, before walking towards Sigma. Pulling the traumatized girl by her hair and pulling her off to the side, he gripped her by her hair and promptly spoke again, "Remember, Sigma, this is partially your fault because you couldn't control and protect your team... and this might happen to the other members of your squad as well if you can't protect them either. Not only that... but just imagine if I'm not there to keep the chain on a Cruxi..." grinned Lorenzo as he promptly slapped Sigma's face softly with his bloodied hand, before pushing her out of the room. "You are dismissed!"
"...Can we get to removing his legs and replacing his eye, sir?"
"Can't I talk to my subordinates in peace, Cedric?" groaned Lorenzo as he promptly walked over to where Cedric was at, and took his place at the Panel.
"I hate kids more than you, so calling kids subordinates is a waste of time. They'll just get in the way..." spoke Cedric as he rummaged over a table, and took out a large handle with a chain-like saw attached to it, before beams and electricity started to flow through it and a loud roaring sound could be heard from it. "So, we're still keeping him awake during the whole procedure?"
"But of course... I particularly like that last scream... that I'll enjoy hearing it again from here on out. Oh, and feel free to remove everything below the knees, they're useless to him now thanks to the Cruxi. While you are at it, make sure to dig out anything in his eye socket that he wont be needing either. The torches, drills, plasma cutters, bolters, whatever you need to fix him up is at your disposal."
"...and as for his ear?"
"...I'll leave that to you."
"So, how human do you want me to make him... I can always make him look like our friend over there..." spoke Cedric in his monotone voice as he looked at the Cruxi.
"Normal looking Cedric... I'm not that heartless."
"Hm... Give me sixteen hours then."
"That fast, eh?"
"It's slow compared to what I usually do... I haven't had anything to eat, and I hate working on kids."
"Fine, fine... Make it twelve and I'll treat you to some delicious pizza, deal?"
"Anchovies and octopus?"
Lorenzo frowned and gave off a disgusted look. "Whatever you want... just get it done within twelve hours."
Cedric then smiled and licked his lips at the prized pizza ahead of him, before starting to cut off Ian's legs as he began to operate on the young Cadet in order to fix him. His first smile ever since Ian, Lorenzo, and Sigma entered the room.
"Delicious..."
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As soon as Zan finished speaking, a black blur was all that he would see in front of his face as the back of his head made contact with the ground; Korie had kicked them with the back of their boot- and hard as well.
"You shouldn't have done that, Zan..."
Korie got in front of Takeo, and promptly glared at Zan, clicking their boot hard against the floor and ready to hit again if needed. For some reason, what Zan did pissed Korie off. They lost their usual demeanor and their emotion... kind of like back in the Mock Battle when everyone was in danger by Antwon's traps and hellfire... they felt the need to do something and throw themselves in harm's way.
Although, in this particular situation, they were more than pissed off.
"Takeo... You are right, maybe I do reek of this place because I know too much, but I wish I didn't. But know that he will be fine, he wont die... I know that he wont... although, I can't say the same for Zan here if he tries something stupid again."
"I find it funny how the 'robot' is the one who is trying to act all different now... Let me guess, did a few screws go loose or did you get a reprogramming?" glaring at Zan, Korie promptly raising their hands in a defensive position, clenched their fists, readied their legs. It would seem that despite their build that they clearly knew how to fight, and they had every intention to. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
49,696 | 1,337 | 127 | 589 | 2,821 | Iskander was perfectly willing to drag the bloodied imbecile, but the new squad leader stepped in to perform the task. He honestly didn't care who did the deed, as long as it got done. Iskander dropped Ian unceremoniously, and walked away with his hands held out in a show of sarcastic submission. Then she went on to suggest that he was about to cause some sort of issue. Like what, provoke their obviously insane commander? Yeah, he had better plans than that. Besides, how could she sense sedition from him? Was she a telepath? He doubted it, since the Atlanteans had been culling psykers since the fourteenth century before Christ. That, or they never existed. One of the two, he could never get it straight.
Either way, he had better things to do than stand around while blood was pooling on the floor. He also wanted to avoid any unnecessary altercations with the other pilots. He could feel the tension rising in the room, especially around a particular trio of males. Iskander made his exit, stage left, returning to his quarters. Making a point to step over the trail of blood leading down the hallway, he quickly made his way back to the room that had been assigned to him. Spartan, but livable, Iskander didn't really have any belongings to fill the room with, aside from his clothes, and a pair of particular possessions.
He retrieved them from their case, carefully holding them in the unsteady light of the fluorescent bulbs above him. Their silvery sheen glinted back at him, forcing him to squint just to inspect them. Czar blades; awarded only to the finest of Lemurian warriors. Forged of the orichalcum of lost Atlantis, their form took the shape of their wielder's desires. Or as he had discovered upon inspection by his Framewerk trainers, their nanomachine composition reformed according to pressure and temperature. That was how he had smuggled them out of the Lemurian compound, after all, passing them off as dull training blades. As it was, their usual composition was sharp enough to take off a man's arm at the shoulder by letting the blade fall on it. An ameture would likely maim themselves trying to wield the blades. An expert could maim themselves attempting the proper Czar style. Iskander was neither. He was a warrior of Lemuria.
He changed back into his usual garments, complete with his traditional crimson cloak and lengthy braid, and sheathed his swords at his hips. Their blades folded down to make them seem far smaller than they were, appearing to be little more than simple utility knives. In a place where someone could be shot for merely vocalizing disapproval, Iskander felt far safer with his swords. The sound of muffled screams but a few rooms away made his decision feel very smart indeed. Iskander returned to the others, who had apparently not progressed far, only to find that all hell had broken loose.
Iskander gave a particularly bored-sounding sigh. "Can we not? All of these dramatics are very tiresome, and I can assure you that no one is impressed." | Name: Iskander Paradise
Appearance: "All you see before you, and still so much more."
Age: 16
Personality: Iskander has been forcibly warped into a warrior by the environment he grew up in, and as such he is unnaturally cold and pragmatic. While intelligent, he grapples with the delusions left behind by years of dogma and brainwashing. While he makes deliberate, pained efforts to be sociable, he doesn't find much value in other people (after all, what good is a warrior that cares too much to kill).
Motive to live: Iskander cares about the Cruxi about as much as he cares about the rest of humanity; not especially much. Hyperborea was on the opposite side of the galaxy from the Cruxi incursion, and Iskander was only vaguely aware of them when he was inducted into the program. But they're another enemy for him to fight, relieving Iskander of the need to be anything other than the warrior he was raised to be.
Background: Born and raised on Hyperborea, a colony world far from Earth, Iskander was brought up as a member of the Sons of Lemuria, a strange militant cult that developed on Hyperborea over the last century. As a warrior of the Lemurians, Iskander was raised as a child soldier, destined to fight the heretics that populated the rest of Hyperborea and bring them under the law of Lemuria. Iskander trained his body and mind, and by the age of fourteen was both a capable warrior and scholar; a Lemurian paragon.
The Sons of Lemuria were wiped out by the Hyperborean military well before Iskander ever went to war, and he was well as the other Lemurian children were taken in as wards of the state. There have been some rehabilitation efforts for Iskander and his peers, unlearning the seditious ideology ingrained in them by the Lemurian cult. Iskander's perception of the world was a very skewed one; even though the Lemurians had access to state-of-the-art technology, which he was perfectly proficient in using, he saw this as magic and sorcery rather than technology. Iskander has had more difficulty readjusting to society than most, and his rehabilitation has been cut short by his recruitment as a Framewerk pilot.
Notable Deaths: Iskander's parents, teachers, mentors and spiritual leaders have all been killed by the Hyperborean state for sedition against the government, as well as acts of terrorism.
Other things: Iskander is highly versed in a distorted version of Hyperborean history, Lemurian mythology, plasmic engineering ("pyromancy," as he knows it), and fighting in the twin-sword "Czar" style.
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Framewerk Code Name: Atlantis Mk. III Omnidynamic Neutralizer, or A3ON
Appearance: Thou art the innocent blade.
Signature Weapon System: The A3ON is powered by a unique joint-fusion core, utilizing hot and cold fusion simultaneously to power its systems, weapons in particular. A3ON generates plasma that can either approach a theoretical point of infinite heat or infinite cold, which is then magnetized and fired at the enemy through its twin plasma cannons, code-named CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA, respectively. Though the plasma cools/heats greatly away from the extremes reached in A3ON's core by the time it is fired, it is still extremely damaging to enemy units, and when the two substances meet, they produce explosions with enough force to sublimate foes. As A3ON's battlefield role is that of an adaptable and unpredictable skirmisher, CTHUGHA and ITHAQUA possess a variety of firing modes and are extremely flexible, multifunctional armaments.
Secondary Weapon System: A3ON's backup weapons are a pair of swords, codenamed BARZAI, the filaments of which can be vibrated intensely to superheat them and give them extreme cutting power.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Folded within A3ON's leg-shields are its SHANTAK flight system, a pair of bladelike wings that use the A3ON's exhaust runoff as a propulsion system. Clumsy and only truly efficient in short bursts, A3ON has very little maneuverability in flight, and cannot hover in-atmosphere.
Special Ability: ??? |
49,697 | 1,337 | 128 | 935 | 1,934 | Umm, Utano? Hey, It's okay, Ian's going to survive. He won't die. They're taking him to the med bay as we're speaking. Sigma's making sure of it, and I completely trust in her.
Utano turned to see Elora there, looking at her with concerned eyes. Hastily, she wiped herself clean, stifling whatever emotion that tried to well up from inside her again. She must look like such a mess right now.
"I'm also scared, I really am, but running away never helped me. It only made things worse. Trust me, I've done that a lot."
"Is.. is that so. I see. The outcome is still the same isn't it. Even if we run it's still the same." Tears started trickling down her cheeks again, though she was unaware that she had started crying again. "We're all just some tool for them, so it doesn't really matter what happens to us right? That's why, if we stay or run, it will end the same. It will be... the same."
All the warm feelings she had prior to the meeting had evaporated, leaving her feeling rather empty inside, and very perplexed to how things turned out this way.
"Sorry." All of a sudden she regained her composure, as she started to wash her face again. "I'm sorry for bothering you. Please inform the others I will try to cooperate as best I can, for as long as I can." | Name: Kiyokawa Utano
Age: 15
Personality: Concise, honest, and very direct, she is very level headed, preferring to logical, rational thoughts before acting on anything. Precisely because of this, she fears doing anything too risky, preferring to err on the side of caution. This does leave her without many friends however, as her bluntness and concise nature are often seen as abrasive to others. Her idol persona however, belies this, as she dons the mask of an extremely cheerful joyous person who lives in the present and acts on instinct.
Motive to live: To live another day
Background: Utano lives in one of the older planets, where things are more developed than the outer rim planets and still less than the oldest planets. She started her career there as an Idol relatively young, singing first for someone's birthday party, and then was scouted out by an agency. From then on, she lived a dual life as a simple schoolgirl barely anyone noticed, and as the up and rising Idol UTAU. Barely anyone else but her family and her producer knew about her dual life, and the income she was receiving. Seeing a way to amass a lot of fortune, she concentrated on being the best Idol she could, following in a lot of different classes; fitness, flexibility, singing, and the like.
Her brother, one day, left for a better job, leaving her with a promise to come back in time for her birthday. He never returned.
She didn't have to guess why. The news of the Cruxi was enough to tell her what happened. But still, Utano had to continue on living. Regardless of whether he was there, regardless of
Notable Deaths: Older brother.
Other things: If there is anything else you believe that needs telling, say so here.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: AGAS-P01 "Shrike"
Appearance:
Signature Weapon System: HAR-P01 - A heavy assault rifle firing powerful rounds with a lower rate of fire. The rifle itself is extremely hardy. No real distinguishing features or marks, save that it is a belt fed assault rifle.
Secondary Weapon System: A large flat vibroblade sheathed on the side of the ammopack on the back, a side pulse pistol which uses energy instead of bullets, and two plasma grenades.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Shrike is heavily armored, and optimized for movements on land, but it has a booster attachment for space deployments.
Special Ability:
Synchronization rate:74% |
49,698 | 1,337 | 129 | 125 | 3,106 | When Serah entered the mess hall, one person was there. Antwon. Nobody else. While normally she'd be dissapointed by the deserted room, Ant was more than enough for the girl right now. She practically stumbles over to the older pilot, desperation in her eyes when "W-Where's Ian?! Elora said he'd be in the medbay but he's not there!" was blurted out. Sera bit her lip. "S-Sorry... I... He's probably fine... I just don't know what happened... I wasn't with you guys..." She barely managed to hold back her tears, grabbing one of the chairs to have a seat. Her legs were starting to buckle and give way, almost causing her to collapse. "...Can you... Please tell me what happened?" The girl asks the older boy, but not bothering to make eyecontact. She didn't have the strength nor will for eyecontact right now. | Name: Serah Gene
Appearance: LOOK AT THIS CUTIE
Age: 14
Personality: Very open and eager to meet new people, always puts on a bright face. Just a little bundle of joy on the outside shell.
Motive to live: The orphanage where she lived in wasn't the... Best... Of places. They really wanted kids to get shoved out of the door quickly and thus when the Framewerk opportunity came Serah got the boot on it. She doesn't mind it, though. At least she can make sure others smile, right?
Background: When she was about 9, she got in an... Accident. The cruxi were on hunt again, attacking spaceships to get closer to the homeworld... One of them was a cruiser. Serah was taken out to see space from up close, enjoying every minute of the wonderful sights and with her entire family to boot... Until an explosion hit the front. Suddenly everything got out of control, she doesn't really... Remember much at all of the accident. Just that she and several others were launched in escape pods, shooting back down to the base in hopes of survival while the rest... ...Yeah. For the next 5 years the survivor was forced to be orphaned, although even in the bad circumstances she took it well. Not because she really felt it, but more like Serah had to. Everyone else seemed so sad... Someone needed to cheer them up, right? Nothing wrong with that.
...Nothing at all.
Notable Deaths: All of her relatives, none of them got to escape pods.
Framewerk Code Name: AA-TROXX. Serah calls it Atty.
Appearance: Just imagine it bigger.
Signature Weapon System: The blade you see can be retracted at any time and is also able to shoot out sickle-like projectiles when swung. It takes away a part of the blade's energy which is used to generate the edge, although by taking some energy from the core it can be immediately reversed. Using this too much would quickly have it run out of energy, though.
Secondary Weapon System: The wings on it's back aren't for show, they're reflector barriers meant to repel/block attacks. They can detach and move on their own via some technology, as long as it stays withing close range of AA-TROXX.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Since it isn't a very combat-oriented focused Framewerk and only has basic weapon systems. It's got thrusters on their feet, elbows, hands, back etc. Not all of them have to be activated at once, but if they do it can be one hell of a bullet soaring through space.
Special Ability: Blank, as requested!
Synchronization rate: Recieved + 3 - I mean 76% |
49,699 | 1,337 | 130 | 181 | 1,997 | No, it's fine. Elora suddenly felt heavy, and she suspected that it was her adrenaline stopping. So much has happened in the past ten minutes that she's had trouble keeping up. But now it seemed like things were going back to normal, or as close to normal as one could get in this situation. "Umm, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'll always be here. I know from experience that sharing your worries with someone really helps. Okay, I'll let the others know. See you later, Utano."
As Elora walked back to the changing rooms and changed back to her casual clothes, Elora couldn't help but feel like there was something odd about their XO officer. There was the kind of spark in his eyes you don't see on normal people, like if he viewed the world through a filter of some kind. She also suspected he was actually insane, but she wouldn't admit that. Surely people put into such a position must be clear-headed and wise for them to be effective commanders. The professor's just stressed out due to his secret test of character failing. Still, whether he had any mental illnesses or not, he was their commander, and they would have to obey him, or else they would end up like Ian did. Thankfully Sigma got promoted to squad leader out of all of them. She's keeping an eye out for Ian, I'm sure of it.
Elora felt a bit hungry, and thought about going to the mess hall to get something to eat, but she first wanted to check the briefing room, just in case Sigma had problems with moving Ian. She walked in to find Korie and Zan punching each other. She covered her mouth with her hands in shock. Her face was turning red, and her feet started shaking.
"P-Please...stop fighting...stop...STOP FIGHTING!" | Name: Elora Liu'un
Appearance: Elora Liu'un
Age: 14
Personality: Elora is really shy and timid around others, and has a fear of offending anyone. If a boy starts talking to her she may spontaneously start crying, followed by her apologizing profusely. She is submissive and obedient due to being an emotional doormat, but has a bad habit of panicking when the situation turns bad. She blames herself for her colony world being destroyed, and thus apologizes for even the smallest of things in a pitiful attempt to forgive herself.
Motive to live: Elora wants to protect the human worlds from Cruxi invasion, and if possible, find out what happened to her parents.
Background: Elora never knew her parents, and lived in an orphanage for as long as she could remember. She was bullied there for being timid and shy around others. She wished for the bullying to stop at any cost, and she got her wish granted: her entire colony world was destryoed in a Cruxi attack, and as one of the few survivors she was sent to train in the piloting of a Framewerk. She doesn't remember it, but she has suspicions that she has been experimented on in some way.
Notable Deaths: Her orphanage, and by extension the colony world she lived on. Possibly her parents.
Other things: She likes computers and technical stuff, and has a dream of growing up to be an engineer.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: XJ9-RSU. Elora calls it Rilus.
Appearance: XJ9-RSU.
Signature Weapon System: Rilus' main mode of operation is collecting battlefield data which is achieved with the combined efforts of a built-in Combat Analyzer and Data Drones that shoot out from slots in Rilus' back. The Data Drones have laser turrets crafted into them for support fire, but their main use is in scanning enemy data for possible weak points or other noteworthy intelligence for the pilot to analyze and then relay to other pilots during a mission using the specialized antenna Rilus is also built with. The intelligence collecting speed is inversely proportional to Rilus' distance to enemy units, forcing Elora to keep close during combat despite having poor offensive capability. However, given the support of other Framewerks, the tactical advantage given by the collected data is sure to aid the entire squad.
Secondary Weapon System: Rilus is equipped with an Alloy Battle Rifle, or ABR, that has a high rate of fire and low recoil. It is most useful against swarmers or other low-armor enemies, but has minimal performance against above-average defenses, and completely useless against energy-based shields.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Rilus is equipped with a high-performance jet booster assisted by anti-grav projectors, allowing for high speed maneuvers and swift acceleration. This is unusual for a Framewerk with a quality of armor as high as Rilus has, but is possible due to the lack of effective weaponry the Framewerk has.
Synchro Rate: 87%
Special Ability: Blank |
49,700 | 1,337 | 131 | 220 | 2,530 | (I've got GM Permission for this post)
Sigma let go of the tools with a loud clank, tears rolling down the face once again. She heard the fatidical sentence. "You're dismissed." She felt like that was a waking up slap, as she slowly turned her face to the madness for the last time. "Yes...yessir." She then started walking towards the door, closing her eyes at intervals. For her, it was over, but not for Ian. She gritted her teeth as she uttered a last sentence. "I'm sorry about my ineptitude...I'll improve." She spat the words, almost as if droning. Words that had been once so common, when countless time she had been flung like a ragdoll in the hands of her trainer. Battered, bruised, at times wishing to die. But that never happened. All veterans, they all are the same. She thought with bitterness. What kind of people had been those two before the war? She bitterly wondered as she kept walking.
She looked terrible, tears rolling down her cheeks, bloodstains in her face, hair and clothes. Her panties were soiled as well, and she walked like if she wasn't even there, with a slow, zombie-like gait. And then a figure interrupted her slow walk towards her living quarters.
Lieutenant Ritsu. She was staring at her. And dear god. She was staring at her with sad eyes. Her sight made contact for only a brief second, but Sigma flinched. That sentiment of pity was just as bad as Lorenzo's torture had been now.
"I am sorry for what you have to see and endure, Pilot." The Lieutenant said curtly, and then she handed a small box to Sigma, which she took in her hands, with a rather confused expression. "It's a gift as your promotion to Squad Leader." The Lieutenant said. "It's a specialized stungun and a tazer." Sigma looked briefly at the contents of the case, and then closed it. She shook her head. She really wanted to call it a day, and cry herself in her sleep.
But there's still more to do, Sigma. Millions of lives. Remember that. She steeled herself somewhat, as she bowed in thanks, and gripped the case tightly. She began to walk towards her dressing room. She couldn't possibly discipline people looking like that.
"Come talk to me once you're clean and you finish your tasks." The woman finally added, as she looked at Sigma before walking away, to be left at her own devices.
Sigma wanted to say something, but words didn't come out. She then bit her lip. First, dressing room. Then briefing her squad. | Name: Sigma
Appearance: Frowning upon you
Age: 15
Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.
Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.
Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.
Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.
Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet
Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma
Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.
Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).
Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability: |
49,701 | 1,337 | 132 | 908 | 430 | With a subtle sigh, Ritsu watched as Sigma dragged herself to... wherever she was heading. She knew what she saw, and what Lorenzo made the poor thing do to her fellow pilot. Adjusting herself, and furrowing her brow a bit before looking back towards the hallway from whence Sigma came, Ritsu began walking down a different hall, only to pass by a crying Elora.
Without hesitation, the lieutenant made her way between Iskander, Zan, and Korie, before slapping the latter two across the face. "That's quite enough, I think we have had enough foolishness for one day, have we not?" Ritsu eyed both Korie and Zan, before glaring at Iskander, "Also, you know better to carry weapons, Iskander... we know that you are a Lemuria, there's no point in hiding it. So, I'll be confiscating them," muttered the lieutenant as Spartans- elite soldiers capable of single-handedly fighting Cruxi on their own- promptly made their way and took Iskander's blades... along with anything else he may have been hiding. "Check his room too, confiscate everything that he could use as a weapon too leave it to the bare essentials such as the bed, bathroom, and the likes, got it?"
"Copy that, ma'am," spoke two of the Spartans as they made their way to Iskander's room to begin cleaning it.
Sighing again, Ritsu glared over Iskander, Korie, and Zan, before turning towards Elora. "I don't understand why do you guys do this... Didn't your Squad Leader say not to cause anymore trouble, yet here you are, one of you crying on the floor, two of your fighting, and another one caught with weapons in the middle of the hallway... yeah, you guys are really bad at not causing trouble... if Lorenzo had caught you, I'm sure you would have all have gotten a few bullet holes by now..."
Smiling softly, Ritsu walked over to Elora, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, before helping her stand up, "Look... while I don't approve of Lorenzo's methods, I'm not going to say that he's wrong either... you guys need to get along, you are a team now after all. At least for the sake for your Squad Leader too, don't give her any trouble either, okay?"
Still smiling, Ritsu gave Elora her handerchief before walking towards Zan and Korie, patting them softly on the back before helping Takeo stand up, "Also, aren't you supposed to be like a 'Paladin' of sorts? Falling down so easily isn't like you Matsuda. Stay standing, and wipe that awful look from your face, would you? You look better with a smile."
"And Iskander... if I catch you with weapons again, I wont be lenient with just taking them away; I'm cutting off a finger! Got that?" barked Ritsu as she waved a finger, although whether she was joking about cutting off a finger or not was hard to tell.
"Spartan 338, Spartan 84, please escort them to the Cafeteria, alright? I trust them, but I don't want them fight again, okay?"
"Yes ma'am," spoke the Spartans in an oddly cheerful tone of voice.
It was strange... the Spartans that were piloting the choppers and were under the command of Lorenzo were cold and even menacing, yet these ones, who were under the command of Ritsu were cheerful and even upbeat. So, this was the difference between... what could have been if this person, this woman before you, could have been the XO instead of Lorenzo...
You can only imagine and think as you are escorted by the Spartans to the Cafeteria and as Ritsu gives you a friendly wave goodbye while smiling. | Name: Korie Ridley
Age: 16
Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They’re someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn’t have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be ‘perfect’. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child’s life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie’s mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie’s father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
Notable Deaths: Korie’s Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.
Framewerk Code Name: Aester
Signature Weapon System: Aester’s weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie’s Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
Special Ability: Blank. |
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