Across A Sea Of Stars [Sci-fi, Mecha RP]

[Silverfox]

Across A Sea Of Stars


Once we were spread across a hundred worlds,
We lived on our own worlds, lived our own lives, and followed our own paths,
Each dreaming of the stars above, and the wonders they held, the mysteries and magic of the heavens.

And then THEY came.
Without warning, the enemy struck, moving like a tide across the cosmos, and all at once: we knew
We are not alone

Across all our worlds, when the invaders arrived, ancient technologies awoke left behind Eons before by powers unknown to guard against the invaders. Their legacy became our hope, our one chance.
Through the technologies they left behind, we made contact with one another. The artefacts they left behind were our salvation - great computer cores, hidden cities, caches of technology and weapons, hidden across our worlds and solar systems, biding their time. Watching, waiting, with their governing artifician minds ready to assist us when we achieved the level of technology that drew the attention of our enemy - and theirs.

We joined together, listening to the voices in the void, and we found kindred spirits. As one, we stood together, shoulder to shoulder, and prepared to fight back. But the Enemy were strong, deadly, and ruthless. Long shadows drew in around us, and it felt as though the twilight of our civilization had come.

Until the ship came.
From nowhere, like a bolt from the skies, it arrived. Powerful, deadly, and beautiful, it was bigger, and more powerful, than any one of our races could have produced. Like the sword of the heavens themselves, the Starship came, and gave us a chance.

Now we are left fighting at every step, following the clues left in the legacies of The Ancestors. We work to let try and find a way to stop the enemy, and to find the fate of the Ancestors. And to secure our own futures against an enemy that would crush us into dust and memories.



In the flight from the enemy, the ones who stand and fight against our relentless enemy are true heroes. The men and women who throw themselves against the enemies' terrible power. Armed with the best we can provide, the mecha pilots are the brave few, the band of brothers who watch out for the rest of us, bearing the burden of our defence on their shoulders, and those of their inspiring machines.

Without them, we would surely fall. They are our hope, burning in the dark, cold void of space, as we sail across the sea of stars, chasing a dream...




Game Info

The idea behind this game is that a number of races in the galaxy have come under attack from an alien race, after they have all reached a level of technology roughly equivalent to our own plus a hundred years or so.

Each player may create one race, and it's associated society, when they create their character.
The races must have a very similar level of technology - so, no god-like abilities, powers, or characteristics are allowed. Any race that is made purely to 'outdo' the other races already in play will be refused, and the GM - that is, ME - has the final say in all discussion.
What I am looking for is to create a varied, interesting tapestry of species and societies that are different, and maybe not even complimentary, but that have been forced to co-operate, and find a mutual benefit in doing so against a far superior enemy that they do not understand.

The races have only one effective starship against the invaders. The ship is a relic of an ancient race that may have seeded the homeworlds of the different races with technology, allowing them to develop in a hope to try and stave off the advances of the aliens, and to unite them when the time came to fight back.
This 'seeding' has also left them with weapons they can use to fight back when the aliens attack - mainly, in the form of combat mecha, and effective weapon.
However, their forces are too small to mount an effective counterattack in full, and are limited in their numbers. Not to mention, producing more mecha or starships requires a large amount of resources, time and development. So, the key lies in finding some clue as to where the aliens came from, and what happened to other races who succeeded in fighting off the aliens, and to The Ancestors themselves.

The enemies' goal is unknown in full - they seem to be set on dominating the various worlds, and 'harvesting' them for resources, including the people themselves as raw genetic materials.
The enemy have taken over several outpost worlds, and left the planets under the constant threat of attack. But, the AI aboard the ship is able to guide the PC's and the ship to various places they may find some clue on defeating the enemy.

The players will operate from the ship, going out on a variety of missions as the story progresses both to defend their home planets, and also to travel to unknown worlds to find any way of defeating the enemy. So, gameplay will always be story-driven with a mix of combat-oriented and exploration-oriented missions and tasks, meaning that everyone will get a chance to shine.

Everyone will also get a chance to create their own mecha too, to further personalise their individual characters.
The kind of mecha I'm looking for are Macross or Gundam style machines. That is to say, Real Robots, as Opposed to Super Robots.
I'm talking robots that have understandable weapons, such as machine-guns, missiles, cannon and lasers, as opposed to super-kung-fu-laser-kicks.
However, I am equally not looking for Battletech/Mechwarrior-style mecha, that are 'walking tanks', and move with ponderous slow steps, and monolithic motions. I'm thinking more in this kind of vein.

The general kind of characters I'm looking for to fill out the ships' roster will be those who have been hand-picked from the ranks on their worlds. They might not be military, but they'll be damn good pilots, as they've been chosen to be the ones going out there to brave the enemy every time, and to bring back something that might save their world, and many others.
Crazy, unhinged, possibly psychopathic people do not get chosen to do these things.
I'm not saying that you have to play a saint, who's whiter-than-white and a goody-goody. But pilots of any kind have to be reliable, able to make judgement calls, and able to stay together under pressure and work with others.
You don't have to be nice, even - but you have to be there for a reason you believe in, and be able to work with others. And out of character - it gets pretty old for the other players if they're always having to watch 'that one guy' try and undo everything they've just spent six pages of posts working towards.

I have lots of ideas to keep this story running, and I hope it'll have a good run to get peoples' characters developed, and build up some good potential for story and excitement as it goes along.
Don't be scared of the amount I've written down, or that this might be a bit more info than a normal CS game - I just want to try something different, exciting, and that resembles the anime shows we've all seen and loved.

All players must have a character sheet to be eligable to play. Please also stick to that character once you've created them.
You do not have to create a race - you may play a human if you wish to. Or, if someone else has already created a race you like, you may also play one of those, as long as it's okay with the other player.

Character Sheet:

Name: Name of Character

Age: The age of the Character

Race: What species they are

Home Planet: Name of the planet they're from

Mecha: What machine they pilot

Physical Description:
What they look like. Eyes, hair, etc. Outfit they wear. Picture also acceptable.

Personality:
What they're like, how they behave, what their outlook in life is, and what their goals are.

History:
Their personal history, including any family members, relationships or personal enemies they might have, as well as any significant events.

Personal Equipment:
Any personal weapons or items they might have. NOT AN ARSENAL, just a few weapons they use on a normal mission.

Racial Info:
Any other info about their race that might be useful.


REMEMBER: You may play someone of the same race as another character, you do not have to invent a new race. Also, please feel free to ask any questions you might have about creating a race for your character. Also, please create an original character, not a character from an anime.

Mecha Sheet

Name: Name of the Mecha, including any serial numbers. (for example 'RX=78 Gundam II')

Type: E.g. transforming fighter, aerospace fighter, heavy support, electronic warfare, stealth attacker, etc. etc. etc.

Crew: How many people it holds. Usually, one or two. More than three, and you're piloting a small starship, and playing half the cast.

Specifications
Height:
Weight:
(If a fighter, you can include things like wingspan too, if you like)

Maximum Speed:

N.B. The above stats are entirely optional - if you're not sure how to handle them, or you just don't think they're important enough, then you don't have to include them. It won't be a race, and if it gets too silly; then I'll be sure to take measures to let you know your mech is too powerful.

Physical Appearance:
Pictures are fine for this section

Weapons:
Any weapon systems it has

Equipment:
Any non-weapon, but still roleplay significant systems it has.
Things like radios don't need to be included. Every mecha can be assumed to have some kind of communications and sensors, if only to make roleplay actually worthwhile and doable!

Other Info:
Any other relevant info about the machine, such as it's history or any other information that gives it more character and originality.

Mecha from anime and manga are fine - after all, it's hard to find pictures of anything else. But it's often good to put an original spin on them, or to dial back their power a little if they come across a little too overpowered.

[Helter Skelter]

Name: Kane Leving

Age: 21

Race: Grimas

Home Planet: Terra IX

Mecha: 816-Azure

Physical Description: Kane being a Grimas means that he looks like a human with a few notable differences. He has brown hair with white bordering the back of his head which is short and the front being long and somewhat spikey, his eyes are a violet color with a slight red tinge on the outside of the iris; He stands at 5'5" and possesses light gray skin. His casual clothing consists of a white vest under a blue jacket, a pair of black pants, and white shoes; His pilot uniform is a blue suit with white stripes decorating it and black trim.

Personality: He is a man of few words but speaks his mind diligently when he believes speaking can prevent a battle; He hates to see others hurt which is why he chose to volunteer in the war. He doesn't suffer from the same need to discriminate others such as other races and hates the fact that for anything to be accompished in the universe is for needless blood shed which takes the lives of innocent people; His goals for this life are simple: End the war and bring peace to the universe and to start a family and find a quiet place to live out the remainder of his days with them afterwards.

History: Kane grew up on Terra IX living a quiet life with his parents, he went to school in the pursuit of knowledge and was sent to a military outpost to be taught in the ways of combat; However, he did not possess any real battle skills and was kept from combat and trained as an engineer. Years later, when the invaders arrived and the technology that laid dormant underneath their feet awoke Kane was sent out with his colleagues and a retrieval team to figure out how to operate the unknown technology and repair it; What was left behind on Terra IX were massive machines that were humanoid in appearence, but from the eons they spent hibernating had taken its toll raising the need for extensive repairs. Six months had passed and finally Kane and his colleagues had managed to fix one to partially functioning, it had the serial code 816-Azure inscribed on its left arm. The Commander not wanting to risk the lives of his soldier forced one of the engineers to test the massive robot, Kane was chosen by his colleagues who were too frightened to speak out against their leader; He was taken to the cockpit, but was not very familiar with the interface and to make a long story short he fiddled with all of the buttons until the system came online. For a man who was a horrible soldier, he turned out to be a great pilot for the bipedal weapon and after Terra IX's finest had failed in getting the machine to even show any potential he was given the privilege of being the permenant pilot for 816-Azure, which he nicknamed Big Blue after learning how to fully operate it. After making more repairs to Big Blue a unknown function came online that allowed the newly stated mech to change shape into what humans called jets and a mixture of thejet and humanoid modes which were named Fighter and Guardian mode; This was an amazing find that allowed the pilots to travel great distances without having to seperately transport their mechs to the location beforehand. When Big Blue was fully repaired, the engineers moved onto the other mechs and with the experience they gained from fixing 816 they were able to repair them at a much quicker rate, almost a quarter of the time it took to bring 816 online. Kane only particiapated in his mech's repair and spent his time customizing Blue for reconissance missions and frontline duty, he even took the time to redo its entire paint job, his time was well spent and finished adding his own personal touches around the time the last mech was brought online. It was not long after that until the war began in which he took his place as a mech soldier of Grimas and an ally to Earth.

Personal Equipment: Submachine gun, low power energy revolver, and a survival knife

Racial Info: Grimas' are considered hostile and uncivilized, most are hostile but none are anywhere near uncivilized. The majority of the them consider themselves above all other races, so they keep themselves seperate from all affairs that do not benefit or concern them. All Grimas' are short standing anywhere from 4'10" - 5'6", their skin ranges from an incredibly dark grey to almost stark white, they all possess naturally multicolored hair and violet eyes with some sort of secondary colored tinge, and are slighty tougher than humans (being able to take more abuse such as taking slightly less damage from an explosion or fall).

Mecha

Name: Big Blue

Type: Transforming Fighter

Crew: 1 person, can be modified to hold 2 people if the need arises

Specifications
Height: 12.7 meters (42 feet)
Weight: 45 tons
Wing Span: 19 feet
Maximum Speed: 160 kph (Battle Mode) 260 kph (Guardian) 420 kph (Fighter)

Physical Appearance: Big Blue

Weapons: 9.42 Assasult rifle, combat knife, and missles

Equipment: Short range jammer, low frequency radio interceptor, and flares

Other Info: After 816-Azure's first battle all of its parts except for the right arm were replaced with light weight equivilants allowing it to move faster and still carry the 9.42 assault rifle it was found with, it has a bullet groove travelling across the left side of its face (or helmet or whatever its called XD) that was acuired from an ambush while on a reconissance mission with an earth pilot, and is one of the few mechs able to equip heavy battle armor.

[I hope everything checks out, not really sure about the kind of weapons society has developed so I'll change it accordingly if stated otherwise, and from what I can pull from the first post is that Earth holds the only starship and every other world possesses some sort of equpment that was left there from the ship. Then again I could be wrong ]

[Axion]

Name: Nick Valor

Age: 19

Race: Human

Home Planet: Earth

Mecha: MSZ-006 Zeta Gundam

Physical Description: Nick Valor

Personality: Nick is brave and impulsive. He is a skilled pilot and a natural at piloting the mobile suit. He is reckless but knows when to cut the theatrics and follow the mission plan.

History: Nick grew up on Earth, long after the colonies and the planet had stopped fighting and made peace with each other. As a show of good faith, the dying leaders of the era gathered all the mobile suits and hid them in secret locations. They then sealed themselves in the locations and died in the structures so no one would know the locations. The Earth and colonies had been living in peace for over 300 years and all were prospering. This all changed once the invaders came. With no means of fighting, Earth and its colonies were almost destined to be obliterated. This changed when one attack uncovered a hidden arsenal underground. Inside was the Zeta as well as other mobile suits. Since the lack of fighting in this peaceful era, the Newtypes that would have been their champions were all but non existant. As Nick was one of few remaining Newtypes, He was selected to pilot the Zeta.

Personal Equipment: Pilot suit, Laser Pistol, Tactical Knife.

Racial Info: Humans are an arrogant yet somewhat adaptive race, mostly getting themselves in and out of trouble. For the most part, they have spent most of their existence fighting themselves. This all changed a little over 300 years ago, when leaders from the colonies and the Earth decided there had been enough death on both sides. Rather than fight, the spacenoids and the earthlings traded with one another, setting the ground work for the 300 years of prosperity.

Mecha

Name: MSZ-006 Zeta Gundam

Type: Prototype Transformable Mobile Suit

Crew: 1 person

Specifications
Height: 19.85 meters (65.125 ft)
Weight: 62.3 tons
Wing Span: 18.61 meters (Waverider mode)
Maximum Speed: 1.81 G

Physical Appearance: Zeta

Weapons: 2 x 60mm Vulcan Gun, 2 x 2-tube Grenade Launcher, 2 x Beam Saber/Beam Launcher, (BOWA) XBR-M87A2 Beam Rifle

Equipment: Bio-sensor System - A variant of the psycommu system, developed by Anaheim Electronics and experimentally installed in the MSZ-006 Zeta Gundam in attempt to build a smaller-scale, more economical psycommu system. Although its full capabilities are unknown, its primary purpose was to allow a Newtype pilot to more easily interface with his mobile suit via mental commands. The bio-sensor could also have a rather surprising side effect when the pilot was mentally and emotionally focused enough (usually when angry or upset) to cause the bio-sensor to amplify the power, speed and strength of the mobile suit for a short period of time. Paptimus Scirocco's custom-made mobile suit PMX-003 The O is also equipped with this device.

Other Info: In terms of weaponry, the Zeta is very well armed with an arsenal favoring beam weapons. It includes standard Gundam type armament including head mounted Vulcan guns, dual beam sabers, and a high powered beam rifle. It also sported arm mounted grenade launchers which could be given additional ammunition from detachable storage packs, and could also house a grappling tool for various purposes. The beam rifle could also double as a cunning melee weapon as the beam rifle had a built in beam saber bayonet-style modes called the long beam saber. The beam rifle could be used while in Waverider configuration as well, and the hip mounted Beam Sabers doubled as beam guns in this mode.

(OOC: The description of a Newtype was too long to type, so i put the information in a link in Nick's Bio. I hope this is alright, PM me if i need to change anything )

[Silverfox]

Name: Alyana Oberon

Age: 32

Race: Antherian

Home Planet: Antheria

Mecha: VF-19 Excalibur

Physical Description:
Alyana

Personality:
Strongly driven to succeed and excel, Alyana is a determined and dedicated individual. She knows her own skills, and that they are exceptional - which leaves her often coming across as arrogant, and somewhat cocky. However, in the face of danger and powerful, capable enemies, she realises that whatever skill she has, it'll take all of it to win against an enemy like the one they're up against; and being anything less than respectful to the skills and abilities of her allies would be foolish.
Her desire to excel and exceed limitations can be a double-edged sword. Driven as she is to find her limits, she often pushes herself and her machine too hard, almost challenging the universe to bring her down a peg or two, and it has resulted in injuries and defeats in her past - albeit less than her successes.

History:
Her mother and father were successful professionals, her father working as an Aerospace engineer and designer, her mother a high-powered office executive. She has one brother, who is a little older than her.
Alyana admired her brother, who looked after her, and also taught her a lot of what she knows about the world, alongside her parents encouragement of her natural curiosity and daring. Her dad urged her to take interest in academics, which she did, while her mother taught her a lot about 'being a lady' much of which was desperate, given her interest in powerful machines and Antherian military history.
Reaching her teenage years, she enlisted in the Antherian Defence Force in her brothers' footsteps.
Her drive to succeed took her far, but coupled with a free-spirited personality and a cocky attitude, she was not a favourite of the brass, despite her showing considerable skills.
During her training, the Academy was attacked by an unknown force - unknown at the time, but later turning out to be an Invader probe - that killed the academies commanding officers. Alyana organised a successful counter-attack using the Academies' training mecha, barely managing to fight back the probe.
Her actions proved her worth, and she was passed out of academy and into service, commanding an expeditionary unit aboard one of the Antherian in-system frigates, Einheriar.
Despite her earlier success, her reputation left her with a burden to bear, as it was often seen as an excuse for her rank and promotion to an active unit.
It was only when the Invaders came to the Antheria system that she proved herself, showing considerable skill in covering the evacuation of colonies around the systems' outer worlds.
It was this that lead to her piloting the 'Excalibur', the Antherian Mecha designed to fight back against the Invaders. She was then later chosen to accompany the Ark Angel in it's mission.

Personal Equipment:
Armoured flight suit
Survival Kit (including water bottle, small first aid kit, dehydrated food, pencil flares)
Survival Knife
Flashlight
.45 cal handgun & 2 magazines
5.7mm Sub-machinegun & 2 magazines

Racial Info:
Antherians are an omnivorous warm-blooded mammalian race, evolved from a canine-like species. Most of their worlds' surface is forested tundra, with snow falling almost all year around. Many types of animal live on the surface, and various plantlife grows year-round, developed to be hardy against the cold.
Antherians themselves are the same, with thick, lush fur, in shades of blue, grey and white, even to darker colours. Those that live in the more temperate equatorial regions have thinner coats of more varied shades, including browns and oranges.
The Antherian race has a reasonable level of technological development, with their society just beginning to expand into their solar system, in order to mine the materials needed to drive their society, including helium-3 for fusion reactors, and other elements for the construction of lightweight alloys, as well as Zero-G manufacturing processes.

Mecha Sheet

Name: VF-19 Excalibur

Type: Transformable Advanced Technology Aerospace Fighter

Crew: 1, plus one optional passenger with some modification

Specifications
Height: 3.94 meters (fighter configuration) 15.48 m (battroid configuration)
Weight (Empty): 8,750 kilograms ( 9.625 tons) (Overload in Space): 50.71 tons
Wingspan: 14.87 meters

Maximum Speed:
Mach 1.8 @ 10000-18000 meters
Mach 5.1 @ 10000-22000 meters
Capable of 'sprint' speed of Mach 21+ above 30000+ meters
Capable of launching into orbit under its' own power.

Physical Appearance:
YF-19 Excalibur

Weapons:
1 X GU-15 Gatling Gun-pod, becomes rifle in GERWALK and Battroid modes.
1 x Pulse-laser, mounted in head/dorsal position, anti-aircraft/missile weapon
2 x wing-mounted laser gun, fire-linked. Mounted at base of wings, fire from hips in battroid mode

2 x multi-purpose missile bays in legs, configured with a variety of missiles
2 x hard-point on each wing for a variety of weapons and equipment, though they must be jettisoned or launched before transforming to battroid mode
1 x close-combat anti-armour knife, stored under shield when not in use.

Equipment:
1 x anti-projectile shield, mounted on left arm. Spare gunpod magazines and knife are stowed beneath shield.
- Gunpod can be latched onto hip-mounting point when in battroid mode to allow manipulators to carry out tasks.
2 x chaff/flare dispensers at rear of fuselage
- Stealth features in design, including use of materials and 'active-stealth' system to reduce radar signature.
- vectored-thrust exhaust
- optional use of FAST (Fuel and Sensor, Tactical) Packs to augment offensive weapons and increase fuel load. However, the extra weight degrades the fighters' performance in atmosphere.

Other Info:
Developed as a candidate for the next main fighter for the Antherian aerospace forces, the YF-19 was in its' testing phase when the Ancestor technology caches came to life across the planet, and the warnings regarding the Invaders were received.
Already a potent fighter with massive capabilities, and showing it's edge as a transforming craft, the YF-19 was quickly adapted using Ancestor technology in order to deploy it as an emergency measure against the enemy.
Further measures to adapt other craft are proceding slowly due to enemy interference. Additionally, the increased levels of performance have been too much to handle for many of the ADF's pilots, with only Alyana so far showing the necessary aptitude and sheer ballsiness to cope.
As such, the YF-19 has been deployed aboard the Ark Angel for the meantime, in order to provide some form of effective counterattack to the Invaders forces.

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I'll post some info on the ship tomorrow, as well as also getting this thing underway once I've got a few ideas in mind. I like both of your characters, it should be interesting to see how they go together. Hopefully we'll get a few other people too!

The Ark Angel

The Ark Angel is the first, and only, ship belonging to the Ancestors that has been encountered so far.
Run by an AI known as 'Emerald', the ship was hidden in Earths' Solar System, under a shield of ice as the moonlet Ceres in the Asteroid Belt.
When the Invaders arrived, the ship revived itself from its' low-power observation mode, and fired up a variety of systems that allowed it to activate remote systems and stations, informing the races it had been monitoring of the situation, and what was coming.

The ship then made contact with Humanity, the Grimas, The Antherians, and other races. The AI had managed to supply the races with information to help them hold back the Invaders, but the true knowledge needed to defeat them can only be recovered by finding the Last hiding places of the Ancestors, and gleaning information of their technologies, and their reasons for leaving the other races behind to face the Invaders themselves.

The ship itself is a marvel of engineering, far superior to any one ship produced by the other races. It has a fully functional faster-than-light drive, a powerful Main Battery cannon, several supplementary missile and cannon for close-range defence, as well as numerous facilities for supporting a large crew of fighting and support personnel.
The ship has onboard gardens for both assistance in generating a breathable atmosphere, as well as recycling waste products from the crew, and also producing food, including feeding animals raised for food.

So far, it is the only ship of its' kind, but all the races are hard at work producing ships that are even half as effective in fighting the enemy, to provide defence for their home systems.
All the pilots and their mecha chosen for the Ark Angel are based aboard the ship, along with their support staff and facilities.

[Shrugs]

Character Sheet:

Name: Argan (ChromeHound) Venirs

Age: 22

Race: Voracis

Home Planet: Neredis

Mecha: Hardcross 66 Sentinel Dead Hand Variant

Physical Description:
Argan is a Voracis therefore he is a half Terran human, Half Cyborg. His human parts are pale white due to the lack of sun on his planet, while he is chrome on his machine parts. His one eye is cybernetic while his other one is green. He has no hair, and his lips are sealed shut. He talks using a voice enhancer coming out of his throat, which makes him talk like robots of old. He has many tubes coming out of many areas of his body all of them leading to a back unit that has a cooling core in which to regulate the various fluids and machine components.

Personality:
While being a cyborg, the first Voracis knew enough of morality to leave a "Personality chip" in each of their creations. Argan is known as the funnyman, making jokes and if he could smile, it would be shown at every opportunity. However, because the chip cannot manage multiple "states of personality" He is always happy. He goes into battle happy, and he will die happy. It is a bit grating after a while, and even Argan will make jokes about it.

History:
Argan was on a transport ship when their ship was destroyed by an asteroid. Crash landing on Neredis he was found by an Voracis scavenging party. While in prison ( No enhancements is a crime) he was given a choice of either being converted or executed. He chose the former and his memory was wiped. His first enhancement was the loss of his eye and most of his skull, which was replaced by machinery.

Personal Equipment: Voracis AR-22 Combat Pistol, a regular slug thrower pistol that operates on Gauss technology. Neredis Combat Blade a combat blade built on the design of Neredis creature known as the D'afang , curved at the top and thinner on the bottom.

Racial Info:
Without their cooling packs (after significant modification) They will overheat and explode, showering opponents and friendlies in gore and metal shards. Prisoners who are enhanced may be used as bastion breachers in a suicide run. The higher ups distrust most Fleshy creatures, and its rare to see the grunts partake in alliance bonding ceremonies, however after multiple battles , most Voracis will bond with their allies, creating stronger and stronger bonds.

Mecha Sheet

Name: Hardcross 66 Sentinel Dead Hand Variant

Type: Heavy Support, Siege Warfare

Crew: One

Specifications
Height: 48' 7"
Weight: 42'000 lbs


Maximum Speed: 55 km per hour


Physical Appearance:
Looks like a cross between a Broadside Battlesuit and a Crisis suit from Tau. Painted the Voracis colors of Black and Orange


Weapons:
Two Gauss Launchers
One flamethrower ( Also used to vent heat from the cooling systems)
One Pulse emitter (fires Emp signatures at an enemy causing computer shutdowns, mechanical problems or even full on explosions)
One Plasma cutter (acts as a CCQ weapon)

Equipment:
Salvage Arm- A mechanical arm that acts as a crane is equipped to this series, allowing for battlefield construction, salvaging or even sabotage.
Other Info: Is extremely Volatile, must puncture weapons, if used against the back of a Voracis Machine, usually results in its immediate and fiery explosion.

[Ortaga Malice]

((OOC: Hope this works))

Name: Seras Dracon

Age: 25

Race: Drezan

Home Planet: Feros

Mecha: Buster

Physical Description:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v5..._dragonkin.jpg

Personality:
Seras was is a very outgoing Drezan. She has often times found herself much too curious for her own good. Anything and everything she doesn't know becomes quickly something she wants to know. She is hard to become enraged unlike the rest of her race, but when it happens anyone in her path will regret it. She often times finds herself trying to be as friendly and sometimes flirty as she can. This was often times looked down upon considering her higher standing in society, but she never liked it and often showed it by being with those of lower standing.

History:
As far as Seras' history goes, she was born, or rather hatched, like any normal Drezan, but unlike the others she was born to the family of higher class. This gave her privileges she often hated, except for the chances it gave her to study and learn about things. Her biggest mistake that brought her to where she is now was the day she stumbled upon Dragon Buster. The machine was kept guarded but like anything else guarded, that meant it was something to be found. Who else to be curious about what was hidden than Seras. With a few bribes and some right talking, she was able to enter the factory. There she met Dragon Buster and immediately felt an attraction to it. She, like all other females, were not allowed to fight. This was based off two principals. The first was that most women were needed more dealing with home activities and nurturing the new generation. The second was the fact that till that day, no woman had yet been able to drive a Buster before. Seras quickly found her way to the cockpit and within moments the machine activated and...well...after about 30 minutes of screaming ecstatically and playing with the controls, she was found out and soon brought to the king. Once again, her standing had saved her, and the rarity of her gift gave her an immediate push into training with Dragon Buster for her to master it.

Personal Equipment:
1 combat staff

Racial Info:
A Drezan is born with claws and scales covering parts of their body. These among many other aspects of their body are reasons for their naming. They often prefer hotter climates, though their scales work similar to solar panels and they can derive heat from themselves when necessary. The race has a patriarchal system and as such, the kings word is law. The King is normally found through family birth, but can also be found through fights to determine the strongest of the race.

Mecha Sheet

Name: Dragon Buster

Type: aerospace fighter / stealth fighter

Crew: one, but seats have been made to fit two before with a little less personal space

Specifications
Height:24.3 meters
Weight: 71.8 tons

Maximum Speed:

100 km/h (normal speed) - 300 km/hr (short booster speed)

(the Dragon Buster is built more for quick bursts of speed and its high agility more than true speed by itself

Physical Appearance:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v5...BusterMech.jpg

Weapons:
Right arm mounted Plasma cannon
Left arm held Energy saber
Extendable bladed tail and talon-like feet

Equipment:
Long range type radio sensors and a close ranger cloaking field generated by the booster system on its back

Other Info:
The Dragon Buster was one of the original prototypes discovered when first creating the Buster series mechs. This means that its controls are less stable but allows for more power and possibility if the pilot can withstand the pressure and force put upon themselves (think Tallgeese from Gundam Wing). Without the inhibitors, the Dragon Buster can have the potential to kill its pilot, which is why it had been hidden. When put into testing, it was often used in space due to its cannon having tendencies to..fire at will...so to speak. The plasma cannon and energy sword allow for it to move from medium ranged fighting to close ranged fighting with ease and the use of its boosters are primarily more for increased boosting for short distances and for quick turning. Its high points go more towards its agility than speed and the use of its cloaking field for stealth missions.

[Silverfox]

OOC: Both of your characters are fine, and are approved for the game. I'm going to go ahead and start now, since we have enough players to get something going.

IC:

Stars twinkled and burned across distances too vast to contemplate, watching indifferently as the blue-green-white planet spun through the void.
Billions of life-forms lived on its' surface, and went about their busy lives, often never looking up to regard the majesty above them.
But for those few who had climbed to the heavens, it was all too real.

A handful of those same few people - Antherians, as the inhabitants of the world called themselves - were about to embark on a voyage that could, if successful, save their own race, and the others that had suffered under the ferocious, deadly enemy that had appeared from nowhere, and still had no name.
The giant ship ahead of them was their supposed salvation. Named Ark Angel it had appeared from hiding, and journeyed through the star systems of the races now serving as allies, their best and brightest coming to the call for salvation.

Alyana Oberon, the leader of a small element of transformable mecha craft from her worlds' forces, lead the VF-19 Excalibur in for a landing at the mouth of one of the ships' many small-craft bays. A calm AI voice talked her in, guiding the aircraft into a slow approach. Blinking lights matched course and position, and the shadow of the bays' mouth passed over the nose of the fighter, and with a shuddering thump that resounded through the craft, a docking arm locked around the machine, lifting it through a huge airlock and into the interior of the ship. Men and women of all races moved back and forth in the bay, busy at work on the various smaller shuttles, probes, dropships and other machines the mighty vessel carried.

And across the other side of the bay, where the arm was carrying her, were a motley assortment of mis-matched machines.
All of them looked distinctive, advanced, and dangerous. All showed the hand of a different race, some similar to her own machine, others wildly different.
The arm deposited the VF-19 on it's landing gear with a gentle bump, and she hit the canopy release, unfastening her straps, and leaping to the floor, tugging her helmet free of her head moments later, a grin on her muzzle as she looked over the craft before her.
"Oh," she said in a soft, musical voice full of excitement. "I can't wait to meet the pilots. We're going to have a biiig adventure".
She gently patted the side of the VF-19, as technical crews swarmed the fighter-mode machine, attaching hoses and cables as they prepared it for it's next flight.
Alyana stretched and looked about the bay, cocking one triangular ear as an announcement sounded over the ships' PA system:

"Now hear this, now hear this: All hands, the Ark Angel will be departing Antheria Orbit in approximately fifteen minutes, and transiting to FTL drive thereafter, en route for Mirchusko. All crew stand ready at stations. All mecha squadron commanders report to your units for standby briefing from Emerald and Captain Chola".
That applied to her. Alyana headed for the Ready Rooms, hoping to find her squadron ready and waiting - or to bump into them on the way. All the time, she couldn't help smiling in excitement, her tail waving as she walked.

[Axion]

Nick was in the atmosphere above Earth, waiting to meet the first wave of their allies from other planets. Since Earth was the midpoint between most of the races, it was decided that it would be the command post for their alliance. Since Nick's gundam was the only gundam class suit fully operational at the time, he was chosen to meet them in space and escort them to the Earth Forces base. From there, they would be taken to the lab to help conceptualize the space station they would send into orbit to act as their staging area. He had been there for thirty minutes, and patience was far from Nick's thing.

"Base, how much longer? It's boring up here..."

"Well there are several signatures being detected, and they are not our allies, so you get your wish, it is no longer boring..."

Nick scoffed, seeing three enemy mechs closing on his location. He transformed his gundam into its gundam form to maximize combat ability. He advanced toward the enemy, dodging their fire while shooting his beam rifle at the enemy. He saw the enemies trying to surround him, but his gundam was faster than their machines though it lacked their advanced weaponry. As the battle continued, one of the mechs tried to get in close, causing nick to ignite his beam saber and engage it in close combat. As he was engaging the suit, another came in to try and flank him. Nick spun and fired his beam rifle through the cockpit and blew it up. He put the beam rifle on the back of his gundam, igniting his second beam saber as the two remaining mech engaged him in close combat. He locked sabers with both mechs, doing his best to keep them back. As good as he was with the gundam, Nick didn't stand a chance against two enemy mechs in close combat. He could only hope that the allies that were on their way got there before his weapons ran out of power.

[Ortaga Malice]

The day had finally come for the small planet of Feros to have its pilots taken. Upon looking at the small squadron one would assume that their was a rookie among them for one of the ships continued to move ahead of the group just to pull back after a quick radio call. This mecha's name was Dragon Buster and its pilot Seras was to blame for it. Though she was no where near a rookie in her machine, the fact that she was near the Ark Angel and all the species that would be upon it had her mind going crazy. More than anything, she wanted to be on that ship already so that she could find herself overrun with things she didn't know.

Just a few moments later, a calm AI voice interrupted the thoughts of the pilots as it began to tell them the ways of docking. This would be fine for the other passengers, but thanks to a certain female pilot being a little antsy, she nearly missed the instructions. It only took a few minutes to have her ship finally become docked to their respective section and yet in that brief time, Seras was literally bouncing around the cockpit as she viewed all the other ships. In record time, she opened the hatch and almost fell to the floor when the dock hadn't quite been in place. This was cause for quite a spectacle as a supposed special pilots first scene upon the ship was a quite high pitched scream as she dangled by her hands from the dock. When she finally pulled herself onto the dock she couldn't feel more embarrassed. This sensation, like many of her thoughts, didn't last long as her eyes reached the ships and some of the crew mates. It only took about 1 second to reach her feet and begin her exploration.

All Seras' thought's were stopped for a moment as an announcement came over the PA system and she turned her head to the intercom closest as she listened. "Now hear this, now hear this: All hands, the Ark Angel will be departing Antheria Orbit in approximately fifteen minutes, and transiting to FTL drive thereafter, en route for Mirchusko. All crew stand ready at stations. All mecha squadron commanders report to your units for standby briefing from Emerald and Captain Chola".

At this, she knew she had been summoned and immediately began to head in the direction she had been given. It was easy to follow some of the other pilots, but her attention span never allowed her to do that. Sure enough, only minutes into her travel to the briefing room, she found herself trapped by another pilots features. In this case, a tail. This might not seem strange considering she had her own, but this one was wagging about so fast and it was just...SO FLUFFY! Her eyes shined with stars as she followed it not even realizing what she looked like or how bad this could turn out. All she could think about was. 'I want to touch it.' Over and over this thought was playing through her head and like any other thought she ever had, she would eventually act upon it.

[Silverfox]

OOC: I should just say, as I'm acting as the Game Master for the game, I'd prefer if people asked me before introducing elements to the plot or background. Otherwise, game on!
@ Ortaga - that's a very cute reaction from your character too, I love it

IC: Alyana walked along the corridors, looking in fascination at the range of beings around her. There were other Antherians like her, of course, but there were also the furless humans, who had odd-looking too-flat faces and no tails, the half-human, half-cyborg Voracis, the gray-skinned Grimas, and the fascinating Drezan. Her big blue eyes flicked from person to person, her ears perked to attention with the excitement of it all. She almost missed the door with the name and number of her squadron on it, in her excitement:

100TH ARMOURED TACTICAL ASSAULT CORPS
"BLACK KNIGHTS"

She stopped short, and made a small churring, growling sound of interest, one ear twitching back, before she tapped the door release panel.
Of course; being as self-absorbed in her surroundings as she was, the pretty Antherian hadn't noticed Seras pursuing her fluffy white tail with fixated interest. As she stopped and turned, she came virtually face to face with the other female pilot, and yelped in surprise, stepping back and putting her hands up in alarms, and stumbling over half-formed words that the communicator hooked onto her belt couldn't translate fast enough, instead coming out as a string of short yips and barks before she found her tongue, looking over the Drezan in front of her.
She had an exotic quality about her, with petite, almost elfin facial features, with a sharply pointed chin and nose, which were at contrast with her long, flowing hair, and the long horns on her head. Other parts of her body showing from her flight gear were scaled and rugged-looking, but had their own charm. And she wagged her tail as she noted the reptilian tail extending behind the female pilot.
"I'm um, Alyana," she said by way of greeting, trying to remember how to smile properly, and managing it. She gestured into the room. "I'm the commander of the Black Knights, or I will be. Are, uh, you one of the pilots for the squadron?" she said, giving a much better smile this time, and a slight bow from the neck.

[Ortaga Malice]

((OOC: Glad you liked it. I have a feeling RPing with Seras will be fun.))

IC:

Seras continued her walk as she stared at her object of interest. Her mind was still yelling at her to touch it and her body was slowly acting upon it. The scene that was being made was sure to be quite humorous considering how the canine like pilot was completely oblivious to the encroaching hands of the reptilian one. It would be surprising how Seras was able to walk so calmly and quietly when all her thoughts and vision were upon the one object. That would be if you didn't know her. She has at times ran into many things as well as running off hills in chase of some other random object of desire. Thus was probably the worst and yet sometimes best aspect of Seras.

Her hands were only a few inches away from her target when suddenly it disappeared. This immediately brought her back to her normal attention of her surroundings and the first thing she saw was the white muzzle of Alyanna. This too quickly disappeared as the pilot suddenly backed up and her hands covered her face. Seras blinked several times as she listened to the yips and barks of her fellow pilot and couldn't help but think it was an interesting sound considering no creatures on her planet emitted such sounds. After a few moments, she noticed how Alyanna seemed to catch herself and began to speak again, but this time it seemed to be able to catch the communicator and translate for her. For a long moment Seras was silent as she surveyed the being in front of her. From what was visible from her flight suit, she could see a well trained body along with fur seeming to be upon most of the visible skin. The look of her canine-like face had her once again almost reaching for it to touch it, but luckily her mind was pushed out of the way for the moment as Alyanna's words finally sunk in. At this, she let her lips curve up slightly in a smile and bowed back as well.

"My name is Seras. I will be with the Black Knights as well, though I will probably be a more stealth and recon pilot. You're our commander? Its a pleasure. You are the first I have seen that looks so....so..."

Words escaped her as movement caught her attention and suddenly her eyes caught the object of her previous desire wagging once again behind her newly found-out commander. Almost immediately, her own tail began to move back and forth slightly as well as her amber eyes seemed to glow with excitement as she found her desired object again. Unbeknownst to her, her hands were slowly making slight petting motions at her side as her body once again went in to 'touch it!' mode. This was a mode that she had become known for whenever she had been brought on hunts or trips across their planets surface when they would find new creatures with different skin types. All accounts had ended in an eventual touching of sorts that usually got her yelled at, bitten, scratched, or at least chased for the deed.

[Shrugs]

The smoke on Neredis churned as they prepared their war fleet for the incoming Ark Angel. In the few moments that it was their, launch bay 26 was covered in dust, smoke and material pollution. the Voracis were to be split into two groups. One pilot was to join the 100TH ARMOURED TACTICAL ASSAULT CORPS "BLACK KNIGHTS". while the rest were going to be in the 127th SIEGE SUPPORT "BLACK ADDERS". the single pilot that was going to be leaving the rest was happy about it. Of course Argan was always happy, he was designed that way. He couldnt remember a single time that he wasnt happy. He walked his Hardcross into the landing bay and quickly engaged its shutdown, parking it beside the other Black Knights he scrambled out of the seat and slid down the ladder. The other Voracis only sighed, wondering if bringing "ChromeHound" was such a good idea.

" Machines be praised Brother Captain Dangel"

Argan did the Voracis salute of holding his arms across his chest and the others quickly followed suit. Brother Captain Dangel was more machine then man, his ribbons of valor actually implemented into his chest cavity, turning the surrounding area gold. He saluted back and looked at the 15 Voracis Pilots that they found machines for. The Voracis overminds, had been operating under mysterious guidance when they found the Fifteen Hardcross Sentinels. Argan had been the first one aboard the idea of being slowly assimilated into his suit, and got the proper enhancements. Of course he was also asked if he wanted to change his personality chip as well, but he refused. Brother Captain Dangel had been surprised when Argan had shown up for trasmittal. Argan had no prior training of combat nor did he serve the Hive Police or even the Gangs that operated on their homeworld. Argan simply was.

" Now, Voracis. Now is the time we strike back for those lost at Goldmine, and Defereia. Everyone minus Argan will be helping the Fleshies join the Black Adders Siege Support, while... Argan represents us in the Multinational Black Knights ATAC. Everyone get to your stations... and remeber we are not as welcomed here as you think...many people here view our 'convert or die' policy with contempt"

Argan smiled in his mind, Capt. Dangel was always a good motivational speaker, and he always treated him with such mistrust. It was a good commander who didnt trust their subordinates. Argan saluted again and walked towards the companies' operational room. It was going to be a long flight from Neredis, and for a second Argan felt something that wasnt normal. something foreboding. He quickly tweaked his command chip in his neck, and the happy feelings rushed back. He slowly stepped into the room, seeing a few people there, most of whom just stared or glared. A Dozorian Pilot hissed at him, and Argan waved, causing a little confusion amongst the pilots that knew of his race.

" I am Argan Chromehound Venirs from the planet Neredis of the Race Voracis, I pilot the Hardcross 66 Sentinel Dead Hand Variant. You may call me Argan or Chromehound, just dont call me late to organic feasting in the evening"

His robotic laughter echoed in the room.

[Helter Skelter]

Kane had been travelling for hours in deep space after leaving Terra IX, he was the only pilot sent by his army to assist in the war; this bothered him immensely, because his people had a stake in this war also and they are too ignorant and prideful to help or have assistance from the other planets.

Estimated Time of Arrival to Earth is five minutes.

An automated voice informed him, he advised against the addition to Big Blue but for some reason the general felt it to be of grave importance to have an AI installed.

"Yes I know that, I see it right there. A big blue and green ball isn't that hard to miss."

His planet was the closest to Earth for Mecha travel only, most others needed to be transported along with their star ship; He thought about catching a few minutes of sleep before he would have to set up for re-entry.

There are three targets ahead, one appears to be an Earthforce Gundam and the two others seem to be attacking it.
"Maybe your not so useless."

He said in response to the AI preparing his weapon systems; he activated his boosters turning the five minute trip into a thirty second combat prep. Closing in on the battle he activates Blue's drive core transitioning from Fighter Mode to Battle Mode he rammed one of the enemy mechs sending it flying backwards; he quickly opens up a channel of communication between him and the Gundam's pilot.

"Hey there, I was just passing by and noticed this little skirmish."

As he spoke to the other pilot he aimed at the mech he just rammed and fired a controlled burst at it, managing to blow away one of its legs and boosters; It started to fly towards Kane in a kamikaze manner. He brandished the synthetically created alloy combat knife from Blue's right shoulder pod and as the mech drew near without any type of hesitation he rammed the blade into the suicidal pilot's cockpit; after the guard of the weapon made contact with the chest of the robot he removed the knife from the motionless mech, then he turned to watch the Earth pilot finish the fight.

[Axion]

Nick smirked at the timely arrival of the new pilot, letting him handle one of the mechs. He engaged the remaining mech, using the twin sabers in close combat. He patched in via the comlink, talking to the pilot.

"Thanks, there were three but this is much better now. You're early, not that I'm complaining. But we will have to wait for the others, right after this!"

The enemy mech decided to make a break for it, causing Nick to pull the beam rifle off his gundam's back. He fired several shots, disabling the thrusters as he fired a final round through the cockpit. He scoffed, transforming his gundam to his waverider form. He looked at the other mech, making observations. It looked like the predecessors of their mobile suits, with moderate modifications. With the modifications, their combat strength would rival a gundam's. The thing he was concerned about was the armor, it was old and primitive by gundam standards. The alliance would probably give the races access to our tech, and vice versa as well.

"So what's your name pilot? I'm Nick Valor, pilot of the Zeta!"

He worked the controls, having his gundam stick out his hand in a friendly gesture.

[Nekonova]

(OCC: Updated 04/01/2012 with Aeolin Gemini Expedition Force info)
(OCC: Cleared with Silverfox. Hi all! )

Character Sheet

Name: Elly Lenxion
Age: 18
Race: Aeolin
Home Planet: Heirloom
Mecha: Gemini

Physical Description:
The Aeolin bear a lot of similarities to humans – but their most notable feature though are the wings and eyes they have evolved. Elly has long white hair with matching white feathered wings and pale skin. 5”4 in height, and normally seen wearing a blue anorak, a blue polo neck – both with slits in them to allow the wings to go through - and thick combat trousers. Her eyes are silver and like Aneolin they lack the white part of the eye. Elly also has light blue swirly symmetrical patterns on her skin. Her flightsuit is deep blue in colour. Two black pods on the back allow the wings to sit comfortably in whist in space.

Personality:
Elly is a fairly peaceful and calm Aeolin, who loves nothing more than listening to the wind blowing or the raindrops falling. In many ways she’s the reluctant hero who had destiny forced upon them. Strong willed and calm – yet in reality she is scared and worried most of the time – for her people – and for the whole of the universe itself. Elly is often accompanied by a small silver bird named Chay.

History:
Elly grew up in the cold eastern plateau on Heirloom with little desire to enter warfare – instead wanting to becme a medic / enginner. Faith presented a different path though when an unknown force overwhelmed the Aeolin’s defence on one of the outer system planets where Elly was studying. Elly, along with a small group of friends from the academy, fell into one of the craters left by the aerial bombardment as they were trying to flee to safety – where they found a deep cache as well “Gemini”. Elly was able to activate Gemini with the help of her fellow students / friends and use it to protect the colony long enough for help and evacuation ships to arrive.

The Aeolin Defence Force took over Gemini to use in the defence of the Aeolin as well as hopefully advancing their own technology. They soon found that Gemini had developed almost an ‘affinity’ to Elly and that no one else could quite match her performance – thus, a little reluctantly, Elly was drafted into the Force and Gemini itself was handed to the Engineering Corp to incorporate it with Aeolin technology. The Aeolin Gemini Expeditionary Force was formed to send the Gemini and Aeolin contribution to what is quickly become a galactic war for survival.

Personal Equipment:
Two Aeolin energy pistols, medical kit, mechanic toolbelt, PDA, a deployable wrist shield and a small faint glowing medication crystal. Very occasionally carries an Aeolin-developed assault rifle or heavy machine gun if the situation calls for it.

Racial Info:
Heirloom is a planet made up of giant cravases, mountains, plains, hillside plateaus and floating islands - as such the Aeolin evolved wings to aid them get around. Depending on where you come from determines the colours of an Aeolin - Elly comes from the cold eastern plateau. The Aeolins are ran by an elected council and lacks a single leader. As the Aeolin’s wings are most vulnerable, cybernetics play a key part in repairing, enhancing or protecting them. In the case of the wing being injured beyond healing, technology may be the only solution. As a result, most medics are also half engineers also. The Aeolin have settled on most of the planets in their rather large solar system and were only just beginning to travel further in space.


Mecha Sheet

Name: Gemini Type-Alpha
Type: Transforming 'Reconnaissance / AWAC / Electronic Support' Fighter
Crew: One, with a max of two passengers (all be it uncomfortable)

Physical Appearance:
Er a mix between MVF-M11C Murasame Reconnaissance Type and LRR704B GINN Long Range Reconnaissance Type - black, blue and white in colour.

Weapons:
1x High-Energy Gatling Rifle – which can separate into 2x Energy Pistols and vice visa.
2x Energy Missile Launchers - one on each shoulder.

Equipment:
3x Sensor radome (1 shield) – 1 large one on the back which can be used as a shield; and two smaller ones on either side of the knee.
4x Deployable drones – for decoy, small energy shields, EW or recon.
Mid-range jammers, scramblers, ECM and data interceptors.
Defensive flares, missile interceptors and chaff.
Capable of receiving and transmitting long range encrypted messages.

Other Info:
The Aeolin Defence Force opted to give the Gemini much of the equipment from a prototype electronic support fighter they were in the middle of developing after Elly preferred not to add any additional weaponry to the mech. The Gemini has a large energy reactor of Ancestors’ design. As almost all of Gemini are power / energy based: by redirecting power from other systems to certain ones, the efficiency can be boosted (e.g. the range and damage of the Gatling Rifle to be extended; or the sensors can be boosted by directing the power there). The Aeolin Gemini Expeditionary Force though is constantly looking for additional ways to enhanced it.


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Aeolin Gemini Expedition Force (Added 04/01/2012)
Aeolin Gemini Expedition Force is the second of three expedition forces sent by the Aeolin government to assist in the galactic war. The first was Aeolin Ark Angel Expedition Force which provided the staffing to help run the Ark Angel. A third expedition force known as the Aeolin Fighter Expedition Force, made up of a squadron of front line Aeolin non-transforming fighters refitted with Ancestoral tech, was planned to join the Ark Angel to provide basic fighter escort – but refitting is taking longer than expect and as such the expedition delayed. Each expedition force operates independently of one another.

The Aeolin Gemini Expedition Force sole objective is to send and support the Gemini transforming mech to fight in the galactic war. The expedition force is made up of three parts; the military division, led by commander Keo, is ‘officially’ in overall charge and is responsible for security and protection of the expedition members, the Gemini, it’s pilot and Aeolin interests. The technical division, led by chief engineer Hlie, is responsible for maintain the Gemini whist the research division, led by research director Iolin, aims to improve the Gemini as well as attempt to reverse engineer Ancestoral tech for the Aeolin. Most decisions are made jointly by the three head of divisions.

The Aeolin Gemini Expedition Force occupied a small room just off the Ark Angel’s CIC – called the Gemini Operations Command or GOC – which had been converted to monitor the Gemini. The GOC doesn’t have any control over the Gemini normally due to its many EW defences. Monitors lined the GOC with varies data from the pilot, the Gemini itself and its sensors. This is supplemented by the Ark Angel’s sensors. The room is arranged into two levels in the shape of half a hexagon; the lower contained 4 work stations whist the upper level contained the three command stations. Radio comms on the squadron channel are also fed into the GOC with a private direct line with the Gemini.

Gemini seems to have formed an ‘affinity’ to the Elly and her friends from the academy that was there when they reactivated it. As such three of the ten academy friends that were with Elly have been drafted in and brought along with the expedition for their skills but also as replacement pilots.
Elly (Gemini’s Pilot) – 95% sync / efficiency
Hlie (Chief Engineer) – 52% sync / efficiency
Yuro (Pilot / GOC Operator) – 51% sync / efficiency
Iolin (Research Director) – 45% sync / efficiency

(OCC: Elly, with Hlie as engineer, are the ones that you will commonly see. The others are more or less in a background role and won't prop up that often in the RP, if at all.)

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Elly landed in the hangar bay of Ark Angel with the help of the AI. As soon as she touched down, Aeolin engineers from the forward party swarm the Gemini and readied it for launch again. Out of the cockpit also noticed the Aeolin solders that stood guard around the Gemini – clearly to protect the Aeolin technology from being looked at. Elly sighed – was this really necessary?

Elly stepped out of the cockpit, unzipped two slits on the black pods on her back, before unfolding and stretching her wings to their full length - one of the down sides of travelling in Gemini. She was quickly joined by a small silver bird that flew up to her on the dock. “Hello Chay, I hope the shuttle journey wasn’t too bad for you.” The bird cheeped in reply. Elly gazed around the hangar bay wondering what to do now that she had actually arrived. There were transforming fighters from lots of difference race – with maybe hundreds of citizens of difference races spawn across the deck hurrying about their jobs: all this to make a stand against the Unknown. “I hope I can do this,” she whispered. Chay landed on her shoulder and gave her an encouraging rub on the side of her face. “Hee thanks Chay,” giggled Elly.

“Yo Elly,” shouted a Aeolin solider from below, “your needed in the squadron ready room!”
“Ok, thanks,” shouted Elly back down below.

As Elly walked through the corridors heading towards the squadron ready room, she could help but be curious and bewildered by all the different races she passed on her way. She was also starting to become aware of the fact she had little idea of where she was going. “Should have asked for instructions,” she muttered to herself.

Ahead were two people, a Drezan and an Antherian she thought. Elly had taken the time to prepare for the mission by learning what the different races looked like. The Drezan seemed fixated on the Antherian’s tail. Elly gazed at the strangeness of the two – both had tails which was odd by itself, but one was scally and the other was furrier. Elly also wondered what it was like not having wings – which neither of these two races had – at least she guessed anyway. Chay, on Elly’s shoulder, seemed equally intrigued. Double checking her translator was on she approach them.

“Greetings,” began Elly, bowing in the process, “My name is Elly from the Aeolin Gemini Expeditionary Force. Do you know where the 100th Armoured Tactical Assault Corps squadron room is? I’ve only just arrived.”