There are five major Ruling Companies.

The largest is Volkov Security .LTD. Volkov has an intensely grandoise naval fleet, and occupies the massive land of Russia, which, uniquely, has a sort of after-war ecosystem. However, the creatures that are a part of it are severely over-aggressive, likely due to the condition of the surface. As well, while the various fauna that inhabit it are 'stable', occasionally there are what can only be described as mutants roaming about, rumors say that they are failed genetic experiments.

In terms of military technology, Volkov-made designs are very good at what they do, yet can not be expected to do anything else at all with any efficiency. A Volkov interceptor can only be an interceptor. A Volkov defense NC can only be a defense NC, with minimal tactical overlap. Thus, if a Volkov taskforce is well-suited to the task, it will do so very quickly and effectively. If not, then they will be crushed.

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Denver-Vegas Solutions, tied with both Red Star and Paragon for second-largest corporation, is focused in the North Americas, in what used to be the United States and southern Canada. Of the Ruling Companies, they are actually quite technologically simple, but don't be fooled. While they may not have any energy weapons, prototype or not, their solid-shell weaponry is second-to-none. However, their more advanced technologies are a bit under-performing, even if they're quite reliable under fire.

On the field, Denver-Vegas values powerful artillery, and heavy armor. They can flatten an area and simply run over what's left, crushing their enemies underfoot. Or tank-track. The area they occupy is a lifeless desert, even compared to the other areas of the world. Indeed, they rarely have to even worry about sanitation or vermin, there's so little life. However, they have been lucky and have stumbled upon a number of reliable metal deposits, meaning that they assuredly have enough resources to construct so many tanks. However, this also means they will likely be fighting Volkov quite often when the corporate cold war goes hot. (Which it certainly will)

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Paragon, which controls a good portion of the rest of Europe, focuses on flashy, high-tech hardware. However, it's very common for them to release parts and designs that are honestly half-baked. Their thruster systems are commonly quite hot as well, meaning that they're extremely easy to lock onto with most missiles. However, all of the qualities of their NC parts (Flashy, high-tech, speedy, hot) makes them surprisingly good distraction units. If your job is to defend another valuable unit, perhaps a Paragon thruster array will make you a bigger target, but your mark a much lesser one?

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Situated in Japan, and surprisingly, a good amount of South America is Redstar. Redstar has a technological edge rivaling even Paragon, yet they are... eccentric. To them, long-range duty is a punishment, and their mediumly armoured, yet extremely quick designs are fully suited for very close range, melee combat. Indeed, they have the largest selection of melee NC parts by far, and their NC frame parts have extremely good mechanical systems.

Of course, all this comes at the cost of any long-range ability, their units simply don't have the targeting, sensor, or aiming systems to do long ranged combat at all. If you hate aiming anyway, perhaps these kindred spirits can help you improve your design?

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Finally, Fairbanks .LTD, the smallest 'Ruling Company', is only situated in what used to be Alaska and a tiny, tiny portion of Canada, which they fight with Denver-Vegas regularly over. The heavy fighting they constantly do with a much larger force makes them spent all the time, yet their designs are the only ones with absolutely no weaknesses, even if they don't have particular strengths. Their occasional gun-running for the other corporations (mostly the very minor ones) is the only thing keeping them afloat.

Name: Joe Verona
Nicknames: Joe-it-all
Age: 26
Personality: Joe is usually the analytical type, using knowledge to his advantage. It is very hard to anger him, and if he is in a rage it only lasts for seconds, but during those seconds he is capable of anything, except staying calm and analytical.
Tactical preference/skills:Joe isn't really cut out for combat, mostly because his tendency to overanalize his situation lowers his reaction-time significantly; in some situations 2 seconds pass before he can react. As such he usually prefers to be in safe locations during a battle, being rather involved in communications, tactics or cyber-warfare(taking remote control of an enemy unit and the like). He is not a great tactitian despite his analytical nature though
Other things of note: NERD!!!

Code-Name: Swarm
Body-Plan: A general humanoid, although armored and handless. Where the hand would normally be is instead a currently unoccupied weapon or utility slot
Type/Quality: It acts as a ranged unit, taking out both grounded and airborn targets, preferably out of their range. Middling-low
General Description: The Swarm Is a heavier, hunchbacked unit with an extreme focus on long range combat and defensive armaments. It features numerous long-range high mobility missile launchers, and it would have a high-powered plasma cannon in the waist, but that mount is currently unoccupied.
As well, the Swarm has an interesting backpack design suited for aerodynamics and in-atmosphere flight speed, effectively meaning that while it's slow as mollasses on the ground, its actually sort of fast in the air.
However, if the backpack was hit by a heavier weapon, due to speedy and shoddy construction, it does have a chance to damage the rest of the unit. Thus, the pilot should always point towards the enemy.

Nicknames:
Pierce (for no real reason other than calling him 'Purse' would sound weird)

Background:
He was born into a very average family in Smith's Rest, but his parents died soon after he moved out because of disease and the lack of medicine for the disease. He then met a rather nice woman named Laura who worked as a sort of 'mechanic', settled down and married, then had his daughter, Ana. Again, tragedy struck when his wife died in an accident when his daughter was maybe a few months old. He's a single father that would willingly walk through Hell and back if it meant his daughter would be safe.

He signed up to be a pilot because he was in need of the money for his daughter. He hesitated at first, not knowing what NCs really even were at that time. After reading the poster more thoroughly, he saw the promised money.. Call it greed if you'd like, but he saw it more as a way to ensure he and his daughter would live as comfortably as she's able in a post-apocalyptic world. Maybe even get a guard dog..

Age:
29, but he looks more like he's in his mid-30s.

Personality:
He's painfully shy, but once you get to know him and become friends, he's very laid back and calm... Most of the time, at least. He tends to exhibit mild paranoia, constantly looking out of the window to make sure nobody's peeking in, locking and relocking doors, etc. When he's stressed, he tends to overestimate the issue, panic, and even cry, sometimes. Eventually the stress gets to a point he's angry-crying, and that is not a pretty sight in the slightest... So he tries to avoid getting to that point.
As a pilot, he would eventually turn into very much a team player, after meeting his crew. He might take to the younger recruits more so than those his age, however.

Appearance:
With a mildly-above average physique and muscle toning, you could say he's somewhat attractive. He's also a redhead and has freckles all over his body. His hair is usually cut fairly short and he doesn't really care enough to style it, so it looks a little bit messy and shaggy. His eyes are gray-blue-ish and dark.

He's usually wearing something simple and comfortable, like a t-shirt and jeans, but he has a light tan colored button up for more formal situations, and a tacky green jacket for the cold of Alaska. He also wears two plain silver rings- the ring on his left was his wife's, the ring on his right is his own.

As a pilot, he would wear the uniform given - if there was a given uniform, that is. If there's not a given uniform, he would wear something that fit tightly but not uncomfortably, so then nothing gets caught on any electronics or switches.

Tactical Preferences:
He's flexible as long as it's discussed before going out into the mission.. as long as he's not too too close. He's more of a support than a front-liner. Sniping or just sticking close to the team using firearms is more his style.

Skills:
Out of the bot, he has a decent aim with his pistol. He's also very observant - his paranoia problem isn't all bad.

Other Things of Note:
He has a very strange skill - juggling objects. The most he can juggle is maybe 4 or 5.
He drinks, but he almost always regrets it afterwards - hangovers suck
He's actually embarrassed of his hair being red, and would probably blush if you mentioned it.
He's a dickhead when he's tired. Let sleeping Percys lie.

Text Color:
LightGray, or d3d3d3

Nicknames:
n/a

Background:
Being only seven, she hasn't exactly accomplished much. She knows that her mother is dead, but it doesn't exactly affect her much.. A mother figure would be nice to have, though, she wouldn't deny that. She does well in school, getting mostly As and Bs.

Age:
7

Personality:
More outgoing than her father is, but she has her bouts of shyness, much like everyone else. She's picking up some paranoid behaviors from her father, like checking her bedroom door lock, for example. She also has a tendency to daydream and wonder what life might have been like before Burrows, or colonies, or any of the war.. She imagines it was nice.

Appearance:
She's also freckled and has red hair which is cut short and with bangs so her hair isn't completely in the way. She took after her mother, having green eyes that are full of life and wonder. She's a little bit underweight, but not concerningly so. She has a very tiny, almost unnoticeable scar on her nose from hitting her face into a door-frame when she was little. She wears her father's old clothes from when he was her age and some worn-looking sneakers, but She has a cute striped white-and-pink sweater for the cold, and she has a slightly dingy purple dress and some simple black dress shoes she could wear for more formal situations.

Other Things of Note:
She's a bit clumsy and tends to trip over herself.
When she was five, she stole a box of crayons from school.. She said they were given to her. She was never found out and still has them.
She's very much a dog person. If there's any dogs in Smith's Rest, you can be certain she has pet them.

Text Color:
Violet, or ee82ee

Nicknames:
Jack (long story cut short - Percy's fucking deaf sometimes)

Background:
Was a close friend of Laura's (Percy's deceased wife) before she died. He's become the go-to guy for Percy to call when Ana needs to be babysat.

Age:
32, looks his age.

Personality:
Unlike Percy, he's not afraid to speak his mind, and he's much more laid back. He hates that Ana's caught some of her father's paranoid behaviors, and, in private, has made it very clear to Percy that he needs to prove there's nothing to be afraid of.

Appearance:
White male, not too muscular. Usually is sporting a goatee. Light blue eyes. Usually is wearing two long sleeved shirts with a brown coat - he does not like the cold of Alaska one. bit.

Other Things of Note:
none at the moment

Text Color:
IndianRed, or CD5C5C

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Appearance
Vera looks about as any ten-year-old ought to. She’s short, her blonde hair equally so, and her eyes are vibrant, lively green. She’s taken to dressing like Eli in some cases, with scarves and hoodies and the like, and generally has smudges of dirt or oil on her face. One of her front teeth bears a chip to it.

Personality
Vera is both easily excitable and hard to bring down. The girl almost always has a smile on her face whether something fun is happening or not, and tends to be more on the gullible side. Growing up in Smith’s Rest however has made her somewhat shy around strangers, and she might hesitate before approaching someone, even if they appear friendly.

Background
Vera’s parents were at Smith’s Rest long before she was born, as refugees from the harsh cold of Russia. Her mother was a doctor, and as Vera understands it she helped Ms. Jackspar deliver her daughter not long after their arrival, and it wasn’t until more than a decade later that she herself was born.
Their families grew close, and Ms. Jackspar took on a completely different, warmer persona around the Voloshynas. When Vera was two, she spent much of her time being babysat by them, when she was five, she had managed to befriend Ms. Jackspar’s daughter, Elizabeth. When she was six, her parents vanished.
The family had received threats multiple times over the course of their stay from residents none too fond of the Russian Volkov Security. The Voloshyna’s tried in vain to explain they held no part in the company’s actions, but when at last the threats turned to violence, they had no choice. The letters never addressed their daughter, perhaps because she spent so much time with the Jackspars it was assumed she was just another daughter. Regardless, when Vera’s parents fled they took the opportunity to leave her in the care of their friend, who agreed without complaint nor protest.
The girl did the rest of her growing up around Elizabeth and her mother, and grew quite close to both. She did not receive the harsh training the other girl did, but Ms. Jackspar did teach her a few tricks to keeping well in the settlement.
Nowadays she tends to follow Eli around, though given the other girl’s busy schedule, she often meanders about the hangers and machine shops out of fascination.

Additional Notes
Though she learned English as a first language, she understands Russian from hearing and speaking it around her parents. As such, her spoken English does carry a faint accent, and at Eli and her mother’s behest, tries to avoid letting it slip in front of too many people.

Appearance
Celina is tall and lean, much like her daughter. Her skin bears the tan of someone constantly at work, and her dark hair falls straight past her shoulders. Though she generally wears a fairly standard expression, it might be hard to match gazes with her should she turn a cold eye.

Personality
Once a cautious yet happy individual, now Celina is focused on one thing and one thing only, making sure neither herself nor her daughter suffers the same fate as her husband. She’s respectful and not openly aggressive to anyone, but it’s hard to get many words or any sympathy from her.
That being said, beneath everything she’s proud of her daughter’s accomplishments, and it doesn’t take much to see that she cares deeply for her.

Background
A hunter in both youth and adulthood, Celina grew up in Smith’s Rest. She saw its hardships age with her, and like her they only grew harsher. Now she still hunts, but most of her time is spent training her daughter, or caring after Vera.

Name: John "Jingo" Strange

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Appearance:

Jingo stands at 6'6", straddling the the border between tall and freakishly tall, he has a long arm and legs (his left arm missing just under the elbow), with wide sloping shoulders. His body is enmeshed in a layer of muscle, he's not a beast but he is lean and the lines and creases of his muscles are well defined. He has fair skin, crisscrossed with scars small and large a like, notably his tattered left ear and his missing left cheek, leaving his teeth and gums exposed to the air. Jingo has a fairly angular head, with a straight jaw and a thin imperial nose, he has shallow seek bones and a tall forehead with worry lines permanently furrowed into them. His eyes are set pleasantly apart, wide and full with large irises; the right eye is grey and has a very dark, defined pupil, the left one is a dull, watery blue. He has a thick shag of hair on top of his head, the color of hay and almost as course, the hair on his scalp is thicker then the hair on the sides of his head, but not by much; he has the remnants of a rough beard running down his right cheek (hiding the on set of wrinkles) and forming a goatee around his lips, though stopping on the left side because of the skin missing from his face.

When not in combat, Jingo wears an off white sleeveless shirt, now a light grey after years of wearing; on his legs he wears a pair of loose, green cargo pants, speckled with spots of paint and general dirt; on his feet he wears leather sandals and atop his head he wears a red cap. On the stump of his left arm he wears a prosthetic arm, made of yellowed plastic with a small, hook shaped set of pincers at the bottom, he controls the pincers easily enough due to a cable attached to a surviving tendon; on the left side of his torso, front and back, a black sheet of rubber is stretched over his ribs and is held in with medical staples, this is to protect exposed muscle and ribs and he can not take it off. When in combat, he wears the same cargo pants and shirt but a pair of of boots instead of sandals, with thick woolen thermals underneath everything as it gets very cold in the cockpit of his NC. He wears a tarnished pair of dog tags around his neck, with words stamped into it in a long dead language called Anglish.

Personality: Warm and chirpy, Jingo is an overly loud individual with very few layers to him, he enjoys good company and is good to the company he keeps, loving to joke, play around and generally cause good mannered mayhem. He is fond of bantering and often enjoy's having conversations with people, though being oblivious whether they want him around or not. He is not very perceptive, which is ironic because his role is as a scout, meaning he finds it hard to read people, this makes him overly trusting to people who he thinks are good; outside of that sense however he is very perceptive but around "Civilized" folk who live in owns, he assumes they are all family innocent, him himself having very black and white morals. Though he seems overtly positive all the time, he is prone to frustration and heated bouts of cursing at people; he also has a daydreamy, lost in his own thoughts part of him, though he usually drops out of these when there are people around.

Background:

Jingo was born in a settlement quite far from Smith's Rest, it was called Falcon Reach, a semi subterranean community built into the side of a white limestone cliff, using the natural tunnels and caves as dwelling. Falcon Reach overlooked a massive salt bed, the dried remains of what was once a sea sprawled out all along it, dotted with the rusting husks of stranded boats and ships. His mother was a miner, along with most of the town, she was a small, asthmatic, eighteen year old girl; his father was a Falconer, one of Falcon Reach's elite. They met by sheer coincidence, when one of his Falcon's flew down the mines and his mother brought it back up, soon afterwards they got married, it didn't take long for the pair to fall in love and they quickly got married upon finding that she was pregnant. Seven months later, out popped a pair of twins, Jingo and his sister Lisa, both pursued different paths, Lisa became a Falconer like her father and Jingo became a miner like his mother. He rose to heights as a miner, showing skills in using heavy machinery; he was eventually promoted to pilot a mining NC, he was good at it too.

One day he was minding his own business, carving away a rock face in his NC, it was a normal day just like any other, too bad it didn't pan out as usual. High above him, blasting was taking place, this was normal, the stones were meant to fall in to the tunnel as opposed to out and down the cliff side but it did. A large boulder fell from the blasting site, launched outwards by the blast just far enough for it to path with Jingo, he saw it fall, he made a move but he was too slow. The left side of the NC was crushed by the immense weight of the falling lump of stone, sending it rag dolling into the floor; inside, Jingo was screaming in agony, the left side of his craft having collapsed inwards and crushing him against his seat. The boulder was lifted off after fifteen minutes, by this pint he had passed out from the pain and lack of oxygen, they had to cut him out as the hatch had been crumpled shut by the force of the falling rock. His injuries were far beyond the healing capabilities of the doctor's of Falcon Reach, so they loaded him into a helicopter and flew him to the nearest place with good medical facilities.

At the time, the best place on the surface to get treatment in Falcon Reach's area was Smith's Rest. Unlike the now it was a thriving town and where there was a thriving town, there were doctors that were more then happy to make a buck off of sick people. Jingo was in hospital for weeks, his arm was completely ruined, that had to come off; the pieces of the left side of his skull had to be reassembled and held in place with pins and all the skin on the left of his torso had to be removed to rebuild his ribs. Throughout this, the doctor's were charging outrageous prices for their services and before long, his father had sold everything he had to pay the up keep. Eventually the family had to give Jingo to the doctor, as a kind of indentured servant, he worked under the doctor as a lackey, sweeping the floors and carrying boxes. After a few years of this, the doctor left, Smith's Rest was in decline and no one could pay for his services, so he took his accumulated wealth and moved into an underground metropolis. However the doctor wasn't completely horrible to Jingo, for years of free work he left Jingo an old auto-shop in the corner of town. He stayed in Smith's rest, not having enough money to get back to Falcon Reach, eventually he integrated, dropping his thick sea accent and getting use to the cold winters.

Tactical Preferences/Skills:

Jingo prefers either to not get into the fight at all or get all in, he tends to act as a scout, going ahead and relaying information back to the team on what he's found out. His preference is to fight against infantry, medium armor if he really has to but will go out of his way to not face off against anything heavy. He moves fast and tries to make himself hard to hit, taking shots if and when he can but never standing still to do so, preferring to fight just within the range of his guns when it comes to other armor or right in if he is dealing with infantry.

Additional Notes:

Code-Name: The Wessex

Appearance: The Wessex

Body-Plan/Description: When stood in it's standby stance, The Wessex stands at around ten meters (Thirty-Three feet) high, with the main body suspended by two pneumatic driven legs, Seven and a Half meters above the ground (Twenty-Four feet and nine inches). As mentioned prior, Wessex is bipedal, though not standing upright the way a human would but appearing to have more of a crouched stance that is common of older model NCs. The main body is made of a Tungsten Steel, with the thickest segment being the front of the command pod at Fifty millimeters (Two inches), followed by the flanks at Twenty-Five millimeters (One inch), and thinest parts being the top and rear at Twelve and a Half millimeters (Half an inch), excellent against small arms, anti-material rifles and small explosives but susceptible to artillery, shoulder fired rockets, prolonged heavy machine-gun fire and high explosives. On either side of the main pod, there is a duel, anti-aircraft Fifteen millimeter cannon arrangement, acting as the arms of the NC, they are just lovely against light/medium armor, personnel and aircraft.

Type/Quality: Compared to other NC's, the Wessex is a rather discreet, quiet machine, that doesn't attract much attention to itself, it has a very long range due to it's light construction and a top running speed of Sixty miles per hour, with an optimum cruising speed of Thirty. Due to the powerful piston arrangements in the legs, the Wessex has the ability to jump Fifteen meters (Fifty feet) and land safely, due to it's radial shock absorbers and independent tread pads. These things taken into account, it makes an excellent scouting platform and light support unit. The Wessex is old but reliable, like most old things, it won't ever fail Jingo but it still has some things that are rather annoying, like how the coolant housing is open to the cockpit and makes the space freezing cold, or how it is very difficult to shoot whilst running.

Equipment:
- Rhythmic Emission Detector: An onboard system that casts a kind of ultrasonic bubble a large area around The Wessex, the computer detects fluctuations and disturbances in the bubble and displays them on the layered display. This allows the Wessex to detect distant heart beats and engines, using a database to interpret the vibrations and narrow down what they could be, filtering out things like animals, wind and running water.
- High Gain Band Scanner: A radio signal scanner that goes through all available bands and pin points any readable ones, though it does this with relative ease, it doesn't have any means of interpreting the data, leaving the pilot to do so by giving him the list of readable signals. It doesn't read cyphers or decrypts enigmas, that is left for the pilot to do, it can only be used when the NC is stationary.
- Albin-Coxwell HD Film Auto-Cam: A high definition camera with a sixty times optical zoom, the images are stored on highly flammable reels of films stored in the cockpit, the gathered intelligence can be transmitted to other NCs but an antenna has to be raised and can only be raised when stationary.
- Albin-Coxwell Flying Camsmitter: Fired from a hatch on the top of the NC, it is a rocket propelled cylinder with a camera in it, gathering aerial, birds eye view images of the land below, the transmitter has a one mile range but the images aren't as high definition as the Auto-Cam's. The image is viewed as a constant stream by The Wessex and then stored on a magnetic tape wheel, only one stream of images can be stored per wheel.

Armaments:
- 2x Dual 15mm Anti-Aircraft Cannons

Notes: Many of the parts are a bit old technologically and can easily be out preformed, but he chose them for reliability and low maintenance, which are both important when going on long excursions. Things like the Thermionic Spark Engine (Doesn't produce enough energy to power everything at once but can power things individually for a long time) or the B-55 Series Neural Bridge (Very sparse programming, meaning most things have to be done out of the link), relatively old pieces of techs but not prone to failing or glitching.

Name:Jin

Appearance: Stands 5"9 while weighing 160lbs having some build. Typically wears a t-shirt followed by blue jeans and black and white sneakers. Eyes are a dark blue matched up with thin lips and cheek bones present but not completely showing. His hair is a short but shaggy, filthy blonde, literally as his hair is guaranteed to have grease in it.

Personality:Doesn't communicate well which was inherited by his spacey attitude. Jin carries enough manners to seem polite but in contrast is has a ruthless honesty unshelling the stubbornness which he upholds regardless of situation. Observant, generally curious but not enough to put himself in harm's way.

Background: Truly a basic scrap gather pulling his sister along. Not necessarily orphans but due to the separation from their parents Jin took the responsibility of his sister to heart. To dismantle their quiet life style was the discovery of a storage facility barely intact but still sparing the cargo within. After the discovery of the NC the action of finding a use was the present process due to a lack of communication on Jin's part.

Tactical Preferences/Skills: Depth perception, the sense of distance between two objects or one's self. If possible the preferred distance between 4500 meters and 100 to target or group. Depending on external attachment of NC range preference may increase or decrease.

Additional Notes: Enjoys the causal work of fixing his NC's parts or reading books to his sister, of course when he can find them.

Name:Destiny

Appearance: A baggy coat going down to her ankles. She stands only 4"3 while wearing sandals to follow her rolled up pant legs. Her hair is also blonde like Jin's

practically being a smaller female version of him.
Personality: Bipolar. One second Destiny can be the sweetest girl and instantly can switch to bitch mode. If there was triggers Jin wouldn't really know.

Background:(Looks at Jin's because they are no part were separate, in the case where they knew where the other was.

Additional Notes:Literally hates bald people for reasons unknown to her brother.

Code-Name: Dancing Coyote

Appearance: Stands approximately 20 feet while standing. Looks like a giant metal wolf. The right eye is shielded by a door mechanism which allows the cover plate return within the facial structure. With the jaw opening in place of a throat a large crystal reflector exists. The tail in comparison to the general body color is grey rather then the darker, slightly black shine of its 'scruff', and back look of layered lightweight plates.

Body-Plan: Its body structure allows smooth terrain traversal while also enabling easy use of the NC's Long range capabilities. In short it enables the NC to travel quickly and leave compromised positions to resume fire elsewhere.Type/Quality: Medium, Generally purposed for a mobile sniper. Has the capability to use artillery or missile systems but sacrifices speed to do.

Equipment: Non-bipedal Neural system. Hydrogen based thrusters connected to gas filter which is located on the throat. Thermal generator also functioning from hydrogen. Backup heat thrusters for basic movement functions. High capacity battery system inside the chest unit near the driver. In the jaw the Crystal reflector, a laser system which uses drives for practical purpose typically has a magnetic long distance pull and, a secondary for basic ranged combat currently including a plasma laser.

Armaments: A Large detachable rail gun which connects to the adaptable weapon system on the NC's hip. Small shoulder mounted 75. Machine gun. Resting in the shoulder joints are anti air missiles which aren't deployed when using another weapon.

General Description/Notes: An NC based for support or 'Single-target' missions. The armor is capable of taking a solid blow being a mix between depleted uranium and titanium alloy structure, but it's not recommended to be in direct combat due to its lack of close range capabilities and non bipedal design preventing quick pivotal turning.