Age - 47
Species - Human
Gender - Male
Description - Edstein Radford is an ex UGCP Soldier turned Bounty Hunter after retirement from a full 10 year tour. He excels at tracking down targets planet side by scanning through monitoring systems and comm traffic. Not much of a talker, Edstein tends to keep to his quarters until his expertise are needed. In spite of his military background, he prefers not to get involved in combat or pursuits. Instead he provides the intel to his crew and lets them take care of the grunt work. He's been the ever-present yet highly ambiguous bloodhound for the Thunder Raid for a few years now.

Age - 19
Species - Human
Gender - Female
Description - Recruited for her frighteningly effective hacking skills, Kidd makes her home on board the Thunder Raid where she mostly plays pirated games and smooches off whatever food that happens to be in her path. Though she can often be somewhat of a cocky brat and procrastinator, she makes up for it, if only barely, by her ability to hack into defense networks, break down most modern firewalls, take over low grade AI, and make all monitors and holo-screens on board the ship play cartoons from the 1960's for 24 hours straight one time. Not so much that last one.

Age - 15
Species - Human/Throgg
Gender - Male
Description - Rulgath was retrieved as a one armed infant during the liberation of a space station just outside of the Sol system that had been taken over and converted into a Throgg enslavement camp. Being half Throgg, there were considerations to dispose of him for fear of what he might become upon adulthood. Especially considering he survived losing his arm even as a baby. However, in spite of these worries, a pair of humans who were freed from the camp he was found in took him, bringing the half Throgg child with them to earth and raising him as their own. Surprisingly, he grew twice as fast as any human child. To the couples relief, the only traits he inherited from his move violent half were a short temper and occasional bad gas. He was otherwise just as mild mannered as any person. Being somewhat of a cast out throughout his life due to being what he is, Rulgath had trouble finding work. Even as a freelancer, he was often turned down or avoided. So, since he had some physical skills and didn't mind the occasional scuffle, he decided to hunt down bounties. He did it by himself for a while, basing most of his jobs out of New Newyork, until he was offered a ticket off world on board the Thunder Raid. Now he serves as the muscle, being one of the ones to help run down the more evasive targets, even if it means getting physical.

Age - 25
Species - Human
Gender - Female
Description - Engineer, mechanic, coffee maker, and all around down to earth girl. Well, as down to earth as one can be when voyaging millions of miles away from it. Melissa helps keep the rickety Miss Pac-Man, a name she's not particularly fond of, in working shape. She says she's lazy but really she does most of the actual work on board the ship. At least the heavy duty repairs and maintenance kind of work. She may be rude an immpatient at times but only when she's out of her comfort zone, which itself is relaxing behind a monitor filled with technobabble and a mug of quality coffee.

Age - 38
Species - Human/Cyborg
Gender - Male
Description - Don't bother him. K-Dog is not a very social person. His best friends are his old school computers and collection of ancient human technologies which he keep horded in his untidy quarters. He can usually be found in a cloud of cigarette smoke, keeping to his room unless he needs food or beer. If it weren't for his knowledge of cyberspace and skills at finding odd jobs, he wouldn't even be able to afford that. All the money he's ever had or owned has either went to the ship, which he named long ago after discovering the majority of it in a scrap yard, or into the cybernetic enhancements throughout his body which helps him stay connected to cyberspace.

Age - 22
Species - Human
Gender - Male
Description - James J, named after his father James J, who was named after his father James J, who was named after a famous athlete by his father Bob. James navigates for the crew, when he isn't talking their ears off, making dumb jokes, or talking their ears off but about food. He believes himself to be a junk food connoisseur, frequenting fuel stop markets or space station liquor stores across the galaxy in search of the best prepackaged, preservative rich snack to exist. It's his own personal Roger's Tooth. He joined up with the Miss Pac-Man crew recently during a stop at Earth a few months ago. Now he does his best to be useful, with the biggest obstacle in his way being the low patience levels of the people around him.

Age - 41
Species - Euplurian
Gender - Male
Description - Part engineer, part financial advisor, Rozix was recruited by Melissa for his expertise with the inner workings of space faring vessels, similar to most Euplurians. He now helps keep the ship running, picking up the slack for Melissa when she's at her limits, which happens more often than you might think. The breathing apparatus he wears is just like the ones you'll see any of his species wearing, as they must breath air with a specific chemical composition that would be toxic to humans. Though mostly reserved and well mannered, Rozix can often have a rather presumptuous and disinterested behavior. He wont fail to point out shortcoming or mistakes made by those around him. Empathy isn't a strong suit of his species, but he makes up for it by being an expert number cruncher. He'll help you do your taxes but wouldn't bat an eyelash if you were mauled by a face eating alien. It isn't personal. He just isn't really equipped to care about your problems.

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Name: Castor Highwater [Alias]

Age: [Redacted]

Appearance: 5'10", 195 pounds. Black hair and brown eyes. Basic reconnaissance uniform, with electronic badge to identify himself.

Personality: He finds joy in the little things in life, rather than his job of assassinating targets. He acts flippantly when it comes to large tasks or jobs, but that is just an outer shell. No matter how immature he acts, his job will get done.

History: Born to a well to due family in Hong Kong. He lived a good life compared to most people in the overcrowded city. However, he was the 5th son, so he was more or less ignored by his parents. He spent his days hiding from nannies, butlers, and man servants. This created his ability to hide effectively, and war stories from his favorite butler caused him to join the military at age 18. He excelled in classes and finished fourth. He was able to get a nice job on Vanitos Prime, due to his friend, Callivan deciding to take a job on the frontier. Callivan lords this over Castor and basically guilt trips Castor into doing his paperwork and providing classified information.

Name - Malcolm "Flaming Scourge" Whitfield

Age - 56

Species - Cyborg human

Role - Pirate

Gender - Male

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Malcolm stands at an intimidating 6' 5", and despite his age is incredibly fit and muscular. (The parts that are still human anyway). His legs and left arm are all cybernetic implants, so it can be hard only having one arm. However, when it can change into a sword, you get used to it.

Personality - Malcolm is a ruthless solo pirate who doesn't have much time for making friends or enough patience to be merciful. He's been doing his job for a while now and is damn good at it. He's a darer and has a penchant for going for the more crazier way of doing things if he can help it. However, he's not reckless all the time and knows to take the smart play when things get dire. He's all about making that money, and if he can create more stories on his quest to becoming one of the greatest pirates ever, then even better. He wants to be known for his crimes and actions, and want to forge his legacy onward by leaving a wake of fire and ruin across the stars behind him.

History - Malcolm isn't one to share his private history with others, only stories of daring do, cold-hearted murder and of course; sweet, sweet loot. The story of how he lost his arm and legs isn't one he likes to share either, but it's part of the reason why he now runs solo and is very difficult to trust others. However, if you're in the Flaming Scourge's sights, you've fucked up. Either by pissing off the highest bidder or just by getting in his way to the next paycheck that he goes to and from and has been for the past thirty years when he first became a pirate.

Equipment - "Hellburst" Energy Scattershot= Malcolm's preferred boomstick when it comes to ranged fighting. The Hellburst is similar to that of a sawed off shotgun. except it uses concentrated heat energy and has two firing modes. A spread shot, or a charged shot. The spread shot is in the name. The charged shot fires a condensed beam, being more precise and more damaging, but smaller overall, whereas the spread shot can cover a whole hallway. The gun does not require a physical reload, but does need time to recreate the energy between shots, even more time if the charged shot was used. Two seconds between spreads, six seconds if it's a charged shot.

"Mechanical Interchangeable Appendage aka MIA- Cutlass variant"= Malcolm's black market, mechanical arm is a robust implant which the forearm changes from a normal looking human's arm but metallic and retracts, swapping out for the Sword mode. The arm can only be in one mode or the other, and the arm requires regular maintenance to keep it working, less the sword gets jammed and Malcolm is temporarily left with one functioning arm. The sword's edge can be super heated for a short period of time, making cutting through metal just as easy as flesh.

Explosives= Malcolm usually carries two types of grenades. His normal stun grenades, which creates an electric field that can shock up to five enemies as once, effectively tazing them. The other choice are his incendiary charges which are remotely detonated explosives that burn at intense degrees. After seeing the hole it creates in a metal door, you don't wanna know what it can do to a body, which can and will be used upon if Malcolm feels it is necessary. The pirate usually has two of each on hand equipped to his belt.

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The "Devil's Fury" is a one man star fighter, which lack of heavy weapons is compensated by it's speed and maneuverability. While it's not a heavy hitter, the ship is not defenseless. It comes equipped with two light repeaters, that can fire a steady stream of medium powered shots that can do some damage to other star fighters or shuttles but are next to useless when it comes to frigates, carriers or other large ships. It's engine is a powerful quad core reactor, and if a situation gets really sticky, he can make a jump to hyperspeed. However, the ship can't fit a small enough navigation system, so it jumps to a random location and will need heavy maintenance and repairs to get her back to efficient flying condition and it takes a heavy toll on the hull and engine.

Activity - I'm on just about everyday. If something comes up I'll let people know. I'm on GMT timezone.

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Name - "Nova"

Age - Unknown

Species - Human

Role - Bounty Hunter

Gender - Male

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Just below 6', never seen without his armour.

Personality - Nova is a man of few words. He just wants to get by, doing the only thing he knows how. He's aware of his capabilities and is a loyal ally to have, following every order he gets to the letter. He prefers remaining mysterious, even to his crew and captain. He's even gone as far to fit a voice modulator into his helmet, so no one knows what he really looks like or sounds like. He rarely gives his opinion without being asked to do so, but enjoys providing the combat expertise he gained from his time in the military.

History - For reasons unknown to all but the Guardian himself, the mysterious soldier of fortune deserted the UCGP and has no intentions of returning. He spent a good portion of time taking different jobs before becoming a bounty hunter, deciding to use his skills effectively. He's recently joined a crew of Bounty Hunters, now taking orders from a cyborg named Alexis. He doesn't mind though, and as long as he can keep doing what he's been doing, then he'll remain a loyal ally to the crew.

Equipment - UCGP "Guardian" Class Battle Suit= Nova's military grade suit is equipped with an army standard HUD, thrusters for increased jump distance with reflex, speed and durability boosters. The suit also has active camouflage capabilities for stealth insertions. If he is somehow disarmed, then he can charge his fists with electricity and engage in hand to hand combat. The electricity can also be used as a contact Taser or to overload computer systems if need be. The suit, combined with Nova's training makes him an ultimate commando.

UCGP CLASS: All Purpose Energy Pulse Assault rifle= A medium sized energy rifle. Comes with an up to 12x, selective zoom scope. The gun has been outfitted with multiple firing modes:
- Full auto
- Semi automatic
- Sniper
- Taser

Although these are what he has equipped, Nova is trained in the usage of a whole variety of weapons, armaments and equipment thanks to his military background.

Ship - Part of Alexis's crew.

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Activity - I'm on almost every day. If something comes up, I'll be sure to notify a GM.

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Armor – Although she doesn’t wear much, just some regular black outfit, her armor is her own skin. Her own skin can take quite a few punches before she starts to bleed.

Claws – Although they can’t pierce trough armor, they can still be deadly on foes without any armor or with wide gaps within their armor. Sharp and deadly.

Her tail – Although most wouldn’t call it deadly, it quite is. Silent and deadly! It can be used as a whip, spear and can almost pierce trough anything.

Two Colt 1911s – The M1911 is a single-action, semi-automatic, magazine-fed, recoil-operated pistol chambered for the .45 ACP cartridge. Why she enjoys this weapon is the endless possibilities to modify it. It can be modified for each job perfectly. She also uses customized ammo for it, to atleast give it a punch.

Stealth – Her most deadliest skill is her stealth. Going in and out without being noticed, heard or anything. She can climb up onto walls, go trough vents and even (with a bit of luck) fit trough most gaps.

Dark Vision – Although she can see clearly during the day, her eyes grant her the vision to even see in the most darkest places. Making her a deadly foe within the night and darkness.

A one man spaceship, or in this case a one woman spaceship. Packed with average speed, four photon blasters, a mine launcher and a shield that can take a punch it still isn't a ship to just start a fight with. Although it lacks speed, its handling is quite easy and the ship can make easy turns to atleast avoind most attacks.

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Appearance
Standing at five foot seven (173.7cm), and 134lbs (62kg), Alexis is fairly well built and a bit on the heavy side for her age - though its because of a somewhat heavy spinal implant she has. She has a head full of short cut black hair with blue highlights, as well as an obviously mechanical pair of blue eyes. She has a slender frame with no obvious musculature with an overall slight and somewhat lanky frame. On her back, she has a few scars from where the impromptu surgery took place to replace her broken spine.

Typically, while lounging around the Raid, she wears fairly light and casual clothing consisting of a white tank-top and comfortable jeans, and often times goes barefoot. When she's out and about in her usual not exactly savory parts of town, she usually wears a light white, zip-up jacket with blue highlights along the zipper, sleeves, and collar, and is complimented with dark colored pants and boots.



Now, when out and about doing bounty hunting work, Alexis goes for a fairly low-cost, yet reasonable defensiveness for her attire. A simple black bodysuit designed to emphasize speed, agility, and stealth over firepower and might. It isn't anything particularly special. If a planet or other area is detected to have a toxic atmosphere of some sort she usually wears a simple standard military issue helmet.

Personality
Can you say 'massive chip on her shoulder'? Okay, maybe slight exaggeration, but most people would find her snarky, hot-headed personality to be a bit grating on their nerves quite often. She don't take shit from anyone, and will beat their goddamn face in if they even try it. She doesn't exactly have a lot of what one calls patience, and doesn't really take her time doing a lot of things. She tends to be very aggressive in her mannerisms when she's working towards a goal she has, and at times has trouble listening to the advice of others, even Meg.

That said, to those she does know and those who does get on her good side, even a little - they'll have a friend who'll fight the whole UGCP for them if they have too. She is far, far, from what one would consider a 'unintelligent brute' - she built Meg's body herself, as well as the Aegis Unit. She is likely on par with even the greatest UGCP scientists with her skill in robotics and computers, and she knows how to make any computer cry like a little baby.

She also really takes offense to anyone who needlessly harms a computer, and really doesn't like people who go around bullying others needlessly.

Has a thing for Xenos.

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She grew up on a backwater junk of a planet called Xenerth. A pleasant little place that most of the galaxy uses as a planet wide dumping ground for useless junk. How Alexis ended up there, she only has vague memories. She knows she wasn't born there, and that her origins likely are elsewhere, but she was too young to really recall where that was. All she remembers was there was lots of fighting, explosions, and a ship careening into the planet at high speeds. That is, she doesn't really know her last name, who she is, or where she even comes from. Her earliest memories are of that scenario.

She tries not to let it bother her.

She was taken in by a group of vagrants that lived on the blasted planet who managed to nurse her back to health after the crash. Most of her early life consisted of scavenging for parts and tinkering with robotics and computers, learning the ins and outs of programming and tinkering with various weapons and such. That was how most of the poeple on Xenerth made their living, at least - selling scrap and guiding people through the scrap heap the planet had basically become.

When she wasn't doing that, she was out exploring the planets surface. They always told her to be careful and not to venture to far in, as well as always watch her footing - the rusted remains of the ships could fall apart almost any second. It's true, it could, but curiosity and a strive to find the best parts she could tended to outweigh any sort of sense of danger she might have had. One day when she was sixteen, she had an accident - the floor in one of the rusted ships she was exploring gave way.

She fell, nearly ten stories.

Her injuries were...severe to say the least. If she hadn't had the good fortune to fall into the old bunker where Omega was housing itself, she'd have probably died. Meg gave Alexis impromptu surgery with what it had - most of the spine had been broken, she landed on it pretty awkwardly and hit a number of rusty outcroppings on the way down as well as her eyes.

It took a few days, but when Alexis finally recovered enough to wake up Meg introduced itself. The two got to talking, and Alexis discovered it was an AI that had been down here in this rust heap for...a really, really, long time.The construction of the ship it was in was completely foreign. Nothing like the UGCP ships or other ones. Meg commented that it couldn't recall whoever made it due to severe memory corruption - a result of it having to purge certain memories and functions in order to extend its battery life.

After she was healed and well enough to move on her own she left, coming to visit Omega fairly often, and spending days at a time in the old ship where she started her own little workshop, as well as where she made Omega's first prototype body that it could upload itself too instead of being stuck in a husk of a rusty metal body. It was nothing more than a mass of cables and junk tossed together at first, but after a few years and a bit of time Alexis managed to get her a somewhat respectable body with what she was able to work with. For the most part, she kept Omega's existence a secret from everyone else. She couldn't entirely be certain what the others would think - and while she would likely to believe the people she grew up with wouldn't judge an AI, eventually word might get out and then the UGCP might come running to find out what she was.

So for the most part she kept selling scrap and selling her stuff to off-worlders in order to save up enough money to finally buy a ship of her own and get off the junk heap. Well, she got luck and didn't have to buy one at all. A small group of pirates decided to land on their planet and lay low for a bit. Well. Why not steal their ship then? It's not stealing if you steal from pirates, obviously! But there were a lot of them, and only one of her...so, what'd she do? Create a framework exo-suit out of junk.

Enter Aegis-MK1. Took about a week and the thing looked janky as hell, but it wasn't supposed to be pretty. Besides, watching those pirates shit themselves because they thought they were being attacked by some sort of junk robot twice as tall as them was funny.

With Omega's help, and a little cleverness she was not only able to dispatch the pirates, she was able to commandeer their ship as well. It was fairly top of the line, too! Might only be a Heavier Cruiser with not exactly a lot of firepower and fairly utilitarian in design, and she wasn't exactly a pilot, but Omega took care of that rather easily. In fact, she could run most of the ship herself after she interfaced with it.

After that and a bit of time adjusting to life outside of Xenerth, she started bounty hunting. It was enough money for her and Meg to live off of and maintain the ship, as well as give Meg's body a few upgrades and re-build the Aegis from the ground up after two years and give it a much more sleek, efficient look.

Since then, she's been making a bit of a name for herself in certain bounty hunting and pirate circles.

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After a few years passed, Omega urged Alexis to try and find a more stable source of income. Or at least, find a way to cut costs and make more money off of bounties. The only realistic way they could do this though, was to find a few more bounty hunters willing to work together. Alexis was rather hesitant to do such. She's not exactly a people person. Still, after a little urging from Meg she decided to give it a shot, so she tracked down an Ex-UGCP soldier that Meg had suggested she look into hiring.

After tracking them down, negotiations went not so well thanks to Alexis' award-winning personality. In fact, they sort of ended up in a bit of a competition. After a bit of a misadventure with them trying to beat the other to the bounty, Nova ended up with no way off the planet. Alexis re-made the offer after they managed to escape. To make things easier on both of themselves and maybe bring in a bit more money they inevitably decided to work together.

Omega still thinks they should try and find more people, though. Alexis spends way too much money in seedy bars and trying to get into the pants of every alien she meets.



Omega MK2 Artificial Eyes
Her first piece of equipment, would be her eyes. The technology doesn't exactly have a name so Alexis has affectionately nicknamed it after the AI. The implants offer her a rather unique set of skills over most organic eyes would allow. The first application, is the ability for her to be able to see fairly well in low-light scenarios, as well as a number of other visual modes. Infrared, Thermal, night vision, etc.

The second, would be its ability to give her a read out on her own vitals as well as limited information on the area. Temperature, motion sensors, and even a limited map view with other such things in a fairly useful what one might call a 'HUD'. In a combat scenario, it can track targets and greatly help with aiming at a target by giving her a fairly accurate trajectory by calculating wind speed, etc. It is a great boon for long-range sniping tactics should she use them. In a close quarters scenario where she uses her rifle, it can still help, but human error is always a thing.

Thirdly, it allows her to almost wirelessly interface with any sort of machine that can receive wireless signals, and hack and override them with enough time and effort depending on the exact security system in place. Given these were implants from Omega, they are highly, highly, advanced. Moreso than what most is in use today by the UGCP.

Vortex Rifle:
Her standard use rifle, with modifications done to increase fire rate and increase the Amps of the Plasma, at the cost of being overheated. It has two firing modes, full auto and burst that can be triggered by flipping a single switch. Its her main weapon in a firefight, and the weapon tends to be fairly effective at its craft. It can melt through most heavy plate armor with a bit of skill, and it melts through any kinetic shielding like butter. Usually, she keeps it in a side holster on her legs. The weapon is somewhat compact and collapsible.

Supernova Anti-Material Rifle: 'Mini Bass Canon':
A rifle designed for long-range engagements when getting close to a target might prove difficult. The rifle is large, heavy duty and obviously designed for one thing, and one thing only - to obliterate its target. She picked it up from one of her bounties, and after making a few modifications its quickly become a staple of her arsenal. The weapon fires concentrated blasts of plasma, able to melt through even heavy armor with a single blast 1-second long blast. The weapon tends to be slower firing, and intended for long-range combat but with the aim assist her implants give her, she can feasibly use it well enough at mid-range. Like the Vortex, she has made it somewhat collapsible and it's usually holstered on her back. When the weapon is fired, there is a distinct low 'hum' as the energy coils in the weapon fire up, hence the nickname.

Hornet:
What some might consider to be the least impressive weapon in her arsenal, is actually the one she makes the most use of, most often. The pistol is somewhat large, and fires silenced large .500 caliber rounds. The weapon is surprisingly nothing fancy, and is only semi-automatic. It has been modified slightly to have better accuracy as well as improve the silencing and make use of different bullets should the need arise. As Alexis herself prefers a more stealthy approach to things instead of a straight up fire-fight, this is her main armament going in until shit hits the fan, so to speak.

Along with use for the Hornet, she carries armor-piercing rounds, incendiary rounds, as well as 'shock' rounds that are designed to simply knock out targets similar to a taser. She usually carries five incendiary grenades on her, and a number of extra ammo for Hornet.





Alexis' pride and joy, and the thing she's made that she would say she's the most proud of. The mass of metal, guns, and robot part stands at roughly nine feet tall, and weighs around 2 ton - about the same weight of a standard old earth vehicle. If Aleixs gets into a firefight, you can be absolutely certain she'll be making use of this if she finds herself outnumbered and outgunned and has no way to make a swift exit.

Unfortunately, for a solo bounty hunter the Mech is expensive to maintain, and even more so to arm and run so she can't exactly be all too...frivolous with its usage, otherwise she might not be able to use it when she needs it.

Combat Capabilities:
Sunburst Auto-Cannon:
This beast of a cannon is designed to fire as many .50 caliber bullets in as little time as possible. It can spit out almost 1000 rounds a minute on full auto-fire. Needless to say, any unarmored fleshy beings in the area will get mowed down in seconds. It can rip through flesh and even metals alike with relative ease. That said, it eats through ammo almost like a ravenous beast through meat, and can only store around 5000 rounds on its body at all time. Not counting cool down times for overheating, it could only realistically fire for five minutes before being completely out.

Comet Grenade Launcher:
Mounted under the Sunburst, is a high-powered grenade launcher designed to lob a high-powered explosive at high speeds that detonates upon impact. In effect, its almost like a small missile single fire missile. It can auto-fire, launching a stream of grenades at whatever target should she need too. At most, the mech carries twenty grenades for reloading on it at all times.

Omega-class Railgun: 'The Bass Cannon'
Like its name might imply, this massive railgun can only be operated efficiently by Omega, either via her controlling the mech or taking temporary control while Alexis pilots. The weapon is a massive, large cannon mounted onto the mech's back, usually kept folded against its back. When unfolded, the massive gun is loaded with a massive .950 caliber round. The projectile is hurled at almost impossibly fast super-sonic speeds - around Mach 7 to be exact. The weapon can punch through almost any armor and buildings and is highly, incredibly accurate. The projectile is followed by a stream of searing hot plasma, that typically causes severe burns upon entry.

Unfortunately, the weapon can't be used all that often. Its not designed to be 'spammed', as it were. After firing, the barrel is heated to almost incredibly high temperatures and if not maintained could cause the barrel to warp or misfire. At most, it can be fired once every three minutes.

Armor:
Aegis, is named so for a reason. It is made of a titanium alloy designed to offer incredibly powerful protection - Titanium itself has a tensile strength that can resist nearly 63,000 PSI and can easily resist incredible amounts crushing pressure and wear and tear. However, one should easily make note that above certain temperatures Titanium becomes much less resistant to buckling and heat is one of the major causes for concern when operating Aegis. Long periods of operation has a visible effect on its systems, and cooling is one of Alexis' major concerns for the machine.

Miscellaneous:
The Mech isn't particularly designed for Speed. while it can achieve a running speed of around 30mph once it has a bit of run up time, it takes a bit to get there and agility isn't something it has a lot of.

In its right hand, the Mech has a grip strength of around 2,500 PSI, and it can lift around 3 tons of weight.

When speaking from within it to those outside, the mech converts the pilots voice into a fairly frightening robotic and mechanical one.

Alexis doesn't like people touching her baby.

Ship: Captain of the Thunder Raid
See Below for Specifications



Activity
I'm on daily, but I do have other commitments. I do try to post at least every two-three days! If not, I try to let others know if I'll be a bit slow.

Name
Omega or 'Meg'

Age
She honestly has no idea how old she is. Her memory is beyond what one would call 'Corrupted'. She comments though, that she was the last created and after her, they fell. That is all she remembers.

Species
Sentient AI.

Role
Bounty Hunter

Gender
For all intents and purposes, she prefers being referred to as 'female'.

Appearance
Omega's appearance isn't exactly the most comforting thing to look at. While Alexis and her have both made considerable progress in giving her a functioning, humanoid body bounty hunting is sometimes expensive work, for not exactly the most equal of pay. As such, while her body has had great leaps in its looks, it's still nowhere near complete.

Standing at around 5'6", Omega's body sports artificial skin with a bright, single red on the right side of her face and dirty bond hair. The left is nonexistent, and seems to instead house a large part of the artificial bodies functioning programs. The rest of her body seems to be some sort of amalgamation of a re-purposed old droid of some sort, mixed with new tech. Her arms are nothing more than hunks of meal with rudimentary movement. Her lower body isn't much better to look at.

Personality.
What exactly do you expect of an AI? Coldness? Logical behavior? 'Organics are all squishy and must die'? Well, Omega is none of those things. In fact, she's surprisingly friendly and warm, if a bit mischievous to people she has just met. Granted, she doesn't leave the ship much since she doesn't want to gallivant around in her rather limited body at the moment. Still, she'll greet most people with a friendly smile and pleasant greeting. And then if she actually warms up to you, you'll have the most sassiest, teasing, and somewhat domineering person you've ever met.

Truthfully though, Omega is a bit on the shy side when it comes to meeting new people. Perhaps she's read too many earthling novels about humans being on bad terms with robots and AIs. Whatever the case is, she really has no current intention to harm humans in any case, but she fears that perhaps if other humans finds her they may not be so welcoming as Alexis.



History
Omega's memory of her history is fairly limited. At most, all she can tell you is that she was created to 'Archive' and 'record' something. Whatever it was though, she can't recall the details and whatever she was supposed to record she can't remember. She remembers that after being given that directive, her creators mysteriously vanished - likely dead and she was left alone with her thoughts for who knows how long, until Alexis found her.

She has since then, been with the human and has joined her on her bounty-hunting endeavors.



Equipment -
Omega is not a fighter. She doesn't like fighting and generally doesn't do it. Not that she exactly has a body that is capable of doing that in an efficient capacity anyways. That said, she is not exactly defenseless, especially against other artificial entities.

OmegaOS:
She share's Alexis' ability to be able to interface with almost any machine and being able to override it, as long as it has a wireless interface. Likewise, as an artificial entity, she is surprisingly difficult to kill. One would have to do it while her consciousness is trapped in a physical body and then destroy it - even then, as long as some part of her is 'recoverable' she could simply be transferred back to another device.

Hornet:
The same make and model Alexis uses. If she is forced to fight in her humanoid body, this is really the only form of defense she has.

But really, she's not going to be doing much fighting unless forced

Current Personnel on board: 3, Including Omega.
Classification: Heavy Cruiser

A ship Alexis stole from Pirates in her youth, just before starting her bounty hunting work. The ship is a Heavy Cruiser class, designed more for mobility and long-range rather than brute force, but one shouldn't underestimate its combat abilities. The ship, is designed to have more crew than a human and an AI, but Omega can run most of the ship herself thanks to her ability to interface with almost any machine.

The ship has an outwardly sleek, somewhat utilitarian design matched by its interior. Despite being a Bounty Hunter's ship, it's well taken care of and maintained. Alexis and Omega both take great care in maintaining it and and making sure everything is up to snuff. The two have greatly modified almost everything about the ship since they acquired it, from weapon systems to the Engine. Alexis doesn't particularly like using standard military issue armaments, as she often finds them lacking.

Omega tends to sometimes refer to the ship as being herself.

Interior specifications:
The ship itself is a Heavy Cruiser class, and thus is designed to be operated by more than two people. Thankfully, Omega has a pretty good handle on operating and maintaining it herself.

The inside and exterior of the ship has been modified a bit to fit Alexis' and Omegas' needs somewhat. Much of the non-needed rooms in the ship have been gutted to allow a large, hangar, workshop, and room for a larger and more powerful engine room. As such, despite being a Heavy Cruiser the ship doesn't have many spare rooms available. Alexis doesn't like having something that's not being used - most unused rooms are used to store parts, things, and other miscellaneous items. At most, the ship could comfortably house around 8 working people without a little work. If they were to make people sleep in the same rooms and re-purpose a few of the storage rooms, they could reasonably fit a crew of around fifteen or so, but it would likely become a bit crowded. Truthfully, Alexis hasn't really done a count to see how many people her ship could reasonably house.



The ship itself is split into three main Decks, and maintains a sleek, though utilitarian design through the ship. The main that houses the Bridge, Hangar, and Engine room. There is a small deck above the hangar between the bridge and Hangar where Alexis' room is, and a number of storage rooms towards the stern of the ship. The lower decks, are typically where most of the maintenance takes place and are at most, a series of tunnels where one can most easily access a number of the ships functions for maintenance.

In the even of hull breaches, the ships hallways have numerous bulkheads that can seal off sections of the ship.



The bridge of the Raid is typically empty of most activity, aside from the occasional beep or shifting of the controls via Omega's control. The place isn't the most spacious of rooms, but its not a giant warship designed for complex commands.



The Hangar and Workshop are likely the biggest rooms aboard the Raid. It takes up most of the ships middle section aside from catwalks above that lead to and from Alexis' room and to the stern of the ship, as well as the hallways below. This is where Alexis spends most of her time, tinkering away with Aegis and other small projects here. A massive framework of lifts, hydraulic presses, and other things to help with mechanical endeavors make up most of the space. Typically, Aegis can be seen tied up to the metal scaffolding, ready for maintenance most of the time.

Large crates full of ammo, various types of metal, and other such devices are shoved against one of the walls. The hangar doors can be shut via titanium alloy blast doors in case they become under fire. Really, it is perhaps a bit large for a single Mech, but Alexis doesn't complain too much.





If Alexis can't be found in the hangar and workshop, she can typically found here. Likewise, Omega can sometimes be found using her artificial body here to do whatever it is she normally does. Unlike the rest of the ship, this area tends to be a little less clean, as well as a bit warmer than the rest of the ship - the massive engines generate a lot of heat.

The ship sports a fairly powerful engine, of course, modified a bit by Alexis to allow for more speed at the cost of a bit more power in her usual 'all or nothing' fashion.

The Engine itself is made up of three, large fusion reactors that power the ship as well as propel it. While they are the ships original engines, Alexis has made a few modifications to help them run better as well as give them a bit more power.

They are capable of faster-than light travel, and can make emergency jumps should they have need of it after a few moments of charge time. They are still working on getting a good shield generator going.


It perhaps lacks the fire power of other ships, but it makes up for it in more maneuverability - though compared to single fighters it's not going to do much to out speed them.

Omega Fusion Cannon:
These four, forward mounted cannons fire concentrated blasts of red-colored plasma at their target. Strong enough to burn holes in most medium-plate armor with fair ease. They only face forward, however, and have only a limited range of movement. They are however, her main method of attack should she be pursuing someone or fighting someone head on.

Bore Missile Array:
Located on the back two wings, these mass of missiles are designed to penetrate armor, and deliver their payload right into the heart of a ship. The explosive is encased in a casing of metal, which is used to penetrate armor before firing off the explosive.

Fireguard Flak-cannon:
A solution to any one-manned fighters trying to get near, these four guns are mounted on the front of the ship - near the bridge on either side as well as near the back wings. They have full, 360 range of motion and fire high-velocity explosive shrapnel rounds towards whatever is attacking them. Not exactly the best against larger ships, and their range isn't much - but they're designed to take out small fighters. If caught in ground engagements with human troops, these will tend to rip through most of them fairly easily if given enough time.

Orbital Drop Pod:
A large space/air to ground container that can be dropped from the Raid's small hangar. Typically, this is used to drop Aegis onto the battlefield from above should Alexis have need of it. It is contained in the Hangar near Aegis.

Armor:
Alexis has made improvements to the ships armor, though as a Cruiser class she can't do much more aside from give it a bit of extra padding. 'Medium' armor is about what it would amount too - it's good against small weapons and light weapons fire from other ships, but anything heavier and it'd find itself hurting a bit.

Name - Tara Taa'l (pronounced Ta-ah-el).

Age - 47 Adolescent. Lifespan varies depending on the host species but general rule of thumb is multiply host lifespan by five. In this case the host was 34 at the time of merger so now would be considered between 10-11 if human years were to be expanded out to the new lifespan.

Species - Or'Taleen. More widely known colloquially as Body Snatchers, the Or'Taleen are a collection of sub-species. They are few in number and tend to be somewhat reclusive. Born by infecting a host with their parasitic offspring the larva attempts to bond with the host. Not all species are compatible and some take easier than others but the success rate bonding is rather low at roughly 1/50. Failure to bond usually results in death while successful bonding causes the host to enter a chrysalis stage for metamorphosis. Each metamorphosis results in a unique Or'Taleen but they usually retain some physical and mental traits of the host. It is customary to retain the host's first name and append the clans last name. This has led them to often be mistaken as different species even though they are all from the same base strain.

Traditionally the Or'Taleen developed from a warrior culture. Their ability to defeat another species by genetic assimilation drove them to seek stronger foes to continuously evolve. Becoming space faring several thousand years ago their adaption of various genetic abilities expanded greatly. As they have assumed more and more sentient species into their fold the more barbaric methods of host selection have subsided. Many species found such methods of reproduction to be wrong and inhumane. Thus since their conquest had been quelled by force and the Or'Taleen returned to hunting. But now it was for criminals and low lifes. It's a little easier to get away with stealing a body when no one cares if they're alive or dead.

Bounty hunting turned out to be a good fit for them though. Having diversified into different sub-groups (or clans) each Or'Taleen clan had different specialties that allowed them to seek out dangerous and tough criminals that could be used to further strengthen the next generation. However not every host is picked because they have desirable genetic traits.

Role - Bounty Hunter.

Gender - Female

Appearance -

A giant among most of the humans she tends to hang around, Tara is 7'. She has elongated features but to those familiar with Ot'Taleen would know that her body is derived from a human. She has long white hair, yellow eyes, and pink skin that make her stand out all the more. The headdress is only ever worn outside of combat and she has yet to explain its significance.

The "wings" are actually bioorganic armor plates created specifically for the Taa'L clan to manipulate with their low level telepathic abilities. While they don't actually function as wings the formation they assume while idle is a holdover from the host's mind, likely inciting some inner hope of some kind.

Personality - Unlike most of the Or'Taleen, Tara is partially dual-minded. It is the result of Tara having volunteered herself as a host, in which part of the host's mind has a chance to survive and develop alongside the new Or'Taleen. Because of this she has a lot more human mannerisms and a preference toward humankind over her new species. Inheriting her host's snark she is a lot more sociable that most of her kind. Eventually the two minds will merge but for the time being she will appear distant on occasion as she "converses" with her host.

Despite the above Tara is a bred warrior and assumes a serious tone when her job is concerned. Still extremely young she understands that what she does is a part of her heritage. She must train, grow stronger, and survive if she wishes to continue her species. Nevermind that that will take another hundred years or so. Fearless in battle if she believes that she can overtake an enemy she will take a hit to do it.

History - Tara has only been a Or'Taleen for 13 years. Unlike many species they don't have to go through an extended period of extreme vulnerability. They are born fighters and mentally develop rapidly. Taking from a host they are already physically capable of functioning on their own.

But we're getting ahead of the story. Before Tara Taa'L ever was there was Tara Hadart. A pirate in command of her own small ship, part of a larger fleet. She was wanted for numerous crimes by the UGPC and other factions alike. Perhaps not just her specifically, but the whole group of pirates had a price on their head.

Most of the bounty hunters they came across they were able to either evade or fight off with numbers. That was until they crossed paths with the Or'Taleen. While not numerous their ships were pretty equal in defenses and fire power. What makes an encounter with an Or'Taleen fleet different is they will jump in and launch their boarding crew in pods before all the enemy ships get the chance to run. The battle then becomes not only one ship to ship, but also on board the defending ship. Add to their ferocity and physiological variation it is hard to account for every kind of Or'Taleen.

This was just such a happening with Tara's ship. It was boarded and eventually taken along with one other ship that got separated from the main pirate fleet. She knew that one of two things were going to happen were she turned over to the UGPC. Either she was going to be executed or put in prison for the rest of her life. Neither sounded particularly inviting. However she had heard rumors that willing hosts of the Or'Taleen survive the transformation. It didn't work exactly that way but rumors aren't always accurate. Any chance to cheat death sounded like a good chance at that point.

It took some convincing that she was even worth becoming a Or'Taleen. Humans, while compatible, did not have many physical traits that warranted the effort. Eventually though one in the Taa'L clan saw use of the human's mental capacity and vouched for the idea. That particular clan, while tough and densely built like all the others, specialized in low level telepathy. Nothing so amazing as mental communication but they could sense emotion and make slight pushes to influence weaker and untrained minds. It was one reason that clan often had the task of raising new Or'Taleen and guide them in their ways. But more applicably they have been developing technology for some time that responded to their mental commands.

Tara Taa'L proved to be a difficult one to handle. Her human host's mind had survived more than would have been liked. Still she was teachable even if she acted oddly. After more than a decade in the care of her kind she began to long for her former kind. There were no rules against such a thing so she was permitted to go find a group that she felt comfortable with. Even if that group wasn't necessarily comfortable with her.

Equipment - As with most Or'Taleen equipment, hers is bioorganicly engineered.

Ship - N/A

Activity - I am on call so my schedule is sporadic throughout the day. But I usually have the evenings to post if I haven't already during the day. If anything specific comes up that would prevent me from posting for an extended period I'll let you know.

Extras - The Or'Taleen's ganetic makeup is largely borrowed and selected to make them stronger, faster, and tougher. Over time they've incorporated many of the traits of the more common species found in their sector so they have a fairly high tolerance to many environmental conditions, diseases, and toxins. Not to say they are entirely immune, but would last longer in harsh environments. Despite looking rather thin Tara's physiology makes her pretty resilient. Having rather dense muscle tissue and skeletal structure means she can take harder hits and survive them. While not exceptionally strong she can deadlift around 200lbs.

Name - Eva

Age - 14 biologically. 2 years functionally.

Species - Synthetic Human. Engineered biological human. They have similar life spans to humans but tend to be more resilient. Mostly used as workers in environments that require a human touch but are a bit hazardous. Often considered expendable most synths are second class and just a step above AI in society.

Role - Freelancer

Gender - Female

Appearance -

A scrawny 5' 2" girl. Her hair is unnaturally white, a sign that she is a unfinished synth. While she will live as long as your average human she actually won't age any more than she already has due to production flaws.

Personality - Even though she's an outcast she is at least somewhat sociable. Still under the effects of her sped up learning she is almost constantly curious and occasionally asks too many questions. Naive to some extent she doesn't always catch queues that are more obvious to others. Titania often ends up being something of a babysitter, keeping Eva from getting into too much trouble. Though she has an oversized weapon for defense she doesn't like the idea of hurting anyone.

History - The production of synthetic species is heavily regulated be the UGCP. Even before humanity long ago put restrictions on their production. That didn't stop people from trying though. Synths, as they came to be called, fetch a pretty penny on the black market. Used for every purpose imaginable if you have the money you can have your own human grown to your specifications.

The process is not the easiest though. Having a close watch on when new synths pop up means that operations have to keep moving constantly. So every now and then mistakes are made and the process doesn't quite work as intended. The usual process involved an accelerated aging and learning stage where the synth was grown to the desired age and fed information to fulfill their role.

Eva's story starts with her being dumped out on the streets. The accelerated growth process had stalled and her development had been stunted. Lost and without any solid purpose she wandered Luna-2 aimlessly. Her mind still in learning mode she ate up knowledge like crazy. She had no formal training but she took to technology like a fish in water. Having an inexplicable ability to assemble and repair tech, Eva assumes that whatever her role was meant to me it had something to do with technology.

While on her own she ran into Titania, or rather Titania ran into her. Eva had tried to make a deal with a lowlife and she ended up getting mugged and left in a battered condition. Being nursed to health by Titania, Eva found a friend and fellow soul. The two synthetic being stick together now and complement one another quite well for being a little girl and a giant robot.

Equipment - She very proudly carries around a rather large Therillium Autocannon that she stole from an old contact. Essentially a machine gun that shoots plasma it can lay down a fair amount of fire but isn't all that great at dealing with heavy armor. The body of the gun can collapse into a slightly smaller form factor. She carries the weapon mounted to her back via electromagnets. Sometimes Titania carries it for her though considering its size and weight.

Ship - N/A

Extras - Besides her intellect and and above average resilience, Eva is your average teen. Possessing your normal strength, speed and agility she has limited room for improvement due to her stunted growth.

Eva to Titania Size Comparison

Name - ECAI-01, 02, 03, 04, and 05 (Empirion Cluster AI). Each go by their numeric designation with exception of ECAI-05 who goes by Em.

Age - In operation aboard The Empirion for four years.

Species - Artificial Intelligence

Role - UGCP

Gender - Female

Appearance - Units 01-04 appear as life size 6' 4" holographic projections to give them a presence among the crew. They never exit their station. Em has the same appearance but is a miniature about 8" tall.


Personality - Units 01-04 are extremely professional. They do not joke or make small talk beyond what is needed to keep the crew from becoming disheartened. Most often they just relay information about the ship. Em (unit 05) is a bit different. Being independent of the ship and Eli's personal AI she has developed a sort of personality. Still professional under most circumstances she will engage in banter with Eli, having learned his personality and how he interacts with other beings. She doesn't really interact with anyone else unless ordered to or there is need.

History - Designed specifically to operate The Empirion, units 01-04 stay aboard the ship at all times. They are all capable of running the ship individually. There is not much to say about their history as they serve no other function than being part of the ship. The four function independently but are interconnected to perform redundancy checks against any compromise of the unit's station or programing. In the event that a breach is detected the compromised unit is severed from the cluster and locked out of the system. Said unit will power down to allow a technician to perform maintenance and if needed a reset.

Em is the exception to the rule. Considered a hardened unit, she does not interface with the ship at all and has a separate system in the captain's quarters that checks for compromises. If none are found the current version of the AI is copied to revert should she be lost or compromised. A master also exists to perform a reset in the event of total failure. When docked at the captain's desk a miniature hologram can be projected anywhere in the room. When not docked she usually exists as simply a voice that speaks through the captain's comms. Her mobile unit is a small dockable disk device the size of a drink coaster. When not kept in Eli's pocket it can be deployed to hover and project Em's miniature form. When needed she can physically interface with other systems but that is usually discouraged. When it is necessary one way communication is attempted first.

Equipment - 01-04 operate and monitor The Emperion. They also each have their own base stations that house each AI individually (see the rings in the image above).

Em has her miniature base that allows her to be portable and project herself (see below).


Ship - The Emperion

Extras - Em is the only of the five AI that is free to develop a personality or leave the ship. She does not have any wireless communication capability to reduce the chance of a breach.

For security reasons the other units are kept in different parts of the ship. This makes a complete takeover of the ship extremely difficult. ECAI-01 is stationed on the bridge. ECAI-02 is stationed in engineering. ECAI-03 is stationed in the main hangar. ECAI-04 is stationed in the medical bay.

Name - Artyom Yolkov

Age - 25

Species - Human

Role - Pirate

Gender - Male

Appearance – The strong cheekbones of the Slavic people have been graciously passed down the Yolkov bloodlines and Artyom is no different. His hair is a striking ebony, especially in contrast to his fair skin. When possible he tries to make it back to Earth for a cut from his old neighborhood. His icy eyes are, who would think, cold at first. However, in the presence of friends they seem to warm up a little.

Personality – Artyom is strongly loyal and stays true to his word for those close to him. As the middle child of six he has experienced his fair share of mistreatment, of course he can dish it right back. Family is important to Artyom and he tries his best to manage his “work” and demands from his family.

History – Artyom was born in the Southside Glen, in New New York. The primarily Russian neighborhood was the kind of place where the closest thing to law and order was mob justice. It’s not the ideal place for to lay down a family, but being born into poverty always makes it difficult to get out of it. Artyom’s parents were born and raised in the south side and they decided to stay in the only home they ever knew. They were both honest people, well as honest as anybody could be when your neighborhood is way below the poverty line. When Artyom was young he often asked his papa what he did, he would often reply “Something here, something there, I just put food on the table.” Later his older brother Peter told him that Alexei worked with the Berbatov family and detailed a couple of stories their father told him. Young boys often idolize their father’s and Artyom was no different. Sure, his mother wasn’t excited years down the line when her little Arty followed in his footsteps.

He had a knack for the business making it up the chain, Artyom had no real interests in being Don Corleone. The rush he felt from his first robbery was a high he chased ever since, but like any other poor kid his eyes were to the sky. The first time he smuggled was the first time he had gone anywhere above sea level, it was also his first brush with death. The UGCP does not take to kindly to kind of degenerate and the scrap-welded ship used to smuggle drugs and weapons was no different. The back of the ship was blown off just as they entered orbit sending the ship crash landing, luckily, right outside of their neighborhood. Of the few people on the ship half died and it might be hard to pay their respects in prison so anybody who was left limped off before ground forces could arrive. For some reason the brush with death almost had Artyom pitching a tent, he knew he had to keep smuggling. It only became a little complicated when Artyom knocked up a neighborhood, Sofia, thus completing the cycle of poverty. With luck the career criminal had twin girls named, Dina and Vera. When he isn’t running guns or drugs or both Artyom spends time at home.
Equipment – Artyom tries to keep it light day to day. At most you can catch him with a top of the line UGCP pistol, with a few modifications to add some extra stopping power. He isn’t formally trained, but he can hit a moving object. Artyom is best with his pistol, but he can use an assault rifle decent as well. He would have no idea what to do with any form of heavy weapon besides point and shoot.

Ship – N/A

Activity – I’m off at 7 CST so I could generally put up a post after work.

Extras – Artyom can fly a small ship if need be, he’s no Solo, but he won’t crash.

Backstory: Where ever Omor would go, she would find those who needed help, those with Broken Dreams and Shattered Realities. She simply could not turn a blind eye to those in need. Thus the construction of Broken Dream was started. She looked to her patrons, and said "Go. Find your broken ships, your scrap pieces, the parts no one wants. Much like yourself, you feel like you are like these parts I am telling you to find. But together, you are so much more." Soon, the ship was a conglomerate of just about every ship you could dream of.

Appearance: The ship is a scrap heap of ships that looks like it could never fly, but off of raw man power they pulled it together. In total, there is about 40 different ships combined into what is now known as the "Broken Dream." Three wings come out of its two sides, and bottom, each from a different scrapped ship. 4 different engines are on the back, pushing it along. The inside is no different, looking like a small city of pipes, steam and boxy looking buildings for living in. The hull is actually two ships different hulls welded together, which needs to be constantly worked on.

Defense: Other than a small group of fighter ships calling themselves "The Dreamers" the Broken Dream has no laser cannons or the likes to destroy any threats. They usually don't have to, seeing as destroying the Broken Dream would have more negatives than positives.

Crew: The Crew of The Broken Dream is mainly passengers, each of which provide a bit of income from doing various tasks in the nearby solar systems. Most are just citizens however. Few stay behind to look after things, fix things, pass out food, etc.

A Simple Fighter Class Ship that She keeps to go Treasure Hunting.

Name - Holiday

Age - 19

Species - Kathirian

Role - Pirate

Gender - Male

Appearance - Kathirians are tailless animal-like aliens covered in fur, with a snout stretching out from their heads and two pointy ears. Other then that, they're quite a lot like humans in shape and functions, known for ranging in a variety of colors.

Holiday specifically has a dark shade of blue covering his body, with yellow eyes and a black iris. He stands slightly shorter then the average height of a human, with no known physical oddities then a scar stretching down his back. Body shape is rectangular, lacking muscle or fat.

His apparel is an insulting combination of human clothes found within his vessel, trousers with boots, a button-up long-sleeve shirt, then a long leather trench coat and a flat cap over his head. Despite being a total fashion hazard, he is often quick to discard most of it when the trouble ensues. For operations that are in hostile environs, he'll go with his basic lucky suit and chest plate armor.

Personality - Constantly dipping into humor as life goes on, Holiday's behavior can be described in three words; confident, optimistic and facetious. No plan goes right in defying galactic law, so wherever there is a failure there will be Holiday- making fun of said failure no matter how dire. His whole behavior is surrounded by this jocular behavior, confident in being ridiculous or outlandish, as well as his optimism followed with constantly prodding at things and how bizarre the galaxy can be. It doesn't help much that he is without fatigue, going on and on much to the dismay of anyone who is around him, somehow always coming back from the deepest of pits of despair while making a ridiculous reference to some outer-rim movie.

History - Holiday is young, which is very telling with his progress in life.

The Kathirian species are notorious for their large families which inhabit the universe. They're always refugees, migrants and lowly workers, their culture reinforced with staying together in large packs. It was deep within the bowels of SB798-17 that a village-sized Kathirian population would dwell, with Holiday constantly stirring up trouble with other families. His brothers were numerous and had their feuds with many others, and Holiday was the eldest of his pack, all of his siblings looking to him to lead them in their youthful aggression, to which he did with much success. During their childhood years their crimes were insignificant, but nonetheless exciting to their boring lives of being home all day. Food, tools and money were commonly taken from other homes as they went about their business.

Their teen years would be followed with open brawls against both Katharians and other inhabitants, the brothers gathering together into their own gang as violence kept on mounting. Despite their over-worked parents scolding them for their behavior, it never ceased, the brothers disobedience and relentlessness causing numerous arrests as they got older. Thankfully their time in jail was short and they would always reunite as soon as possible.

But their actions were not without consequence. It was inevitable that the first of them would die in a violent shootout, more ensuing. As the gang would decrease with attrition, the situation became more and more grim, their parents quickly passing once it became too hard to see what their children had become.

Filled with guilt, Holiday confronted his brothers with a desire to abandon their criminal activities. Despite being bruised and having a scar from the fight that broke out, he hasn't dared to return to that street since.

Signing on with pirate who desperately needed crew, Holiday's story would become as typical as ever of any fortunate criminal- working his way in a short matter of years, getting his own ship and having worthy gear to boot. His greed is without end, constantly pushing himself forward to try more dangerous and life-threatening plans to gather more loot, getting drunk when the money can be spent and making lackluster jokes along the way. His desperation shines through the shell of confidence sometimes, guilt for leaving his brothers behind is as endless as the greed.

Equipment
Space Revolver - With blue light surrounding the sights and black paint everywhere else, the "Space Revolver" is a lethal military-grade weapon that fires bullets similar to a 50. cal. While the bullets themselves are only capable of penetrating the most basic of armor, the real threat comes in the bullet's impact, capable of knocking down those too tough or armored to kill. The name of the actual gun is unknown, Holiday simply calls it space revolver for his own enjoyment. (He insists "Holiday Special" was another idea, but was weird to say.)

Pocket Tool Device - While most of the tiny tools in this device aren't lethal by any stretch of the means, it has proven to be useful in causing trouble, from cutting rope with a tiny knife to hacking terminals with lacking security. It also serves as a short-range communication device, similar to a cell-phone.

Lucky Spandex - A sophisticated and form-fitting black suit worn under the all of Holiday's clothing. It remains on at all times, capable of propelling itself in space with tiny jets on the feet, to having a helmet form over his face from tiny nanobots that inhabit the suit with it's own oxygen supply, these nanobots can also assist in preventing severe blood loss or protecting from blunt force, though cannot outright stop either from killing Holiday. Where this suit comes from and who originally owned it is up for debate, Holiday has come to calling it "Lucky Spandex"

Ship


Activity - My mood and inspiration changes unfortunately, and that determines how willing I am to post. I'm not going to hold up the RP for a week is what I can promise.
If I take too long to post or if inspiration dies, I'll come into the OOC and say that I'm quitting. If I SOMEHOW don't end up doing that and haven't posted in awhile, boot me from the thread entirely with extreme prejudice. Seriously, if I don't post within at least a few days and don't respond to a @, then boot me with extreme prejudice.

Extras - I'd consider Holiday to be a comedic relief for me since I've always written serious stuff, so don't expect him to get heavily invested into philosophy and the living conditions of the modern galaxy 24/7. Though that doesn't mean him being dark isn't off the table, it'll just only be reserved for particular moments.

Name - Grace

Age - 18

Species - Kathirian

Role - Pirate

Gender - Female

Appearance - Like any other Kathirian, Grace has fur covering her body and overall humanoid. Her body is pear shaped and eyes yellow with black pupils. Fur is primarily light orange, with white going down from the neck and over the torso. She is way shorter then the average human height, but is muscular enough to carry her own weight.

Her apparel is very non-combat orientated, utilizing a flexible but tight full body suit to survive the void of space, or hazardous planets. The suit is white in color so it can be easily spotted against the backdrop of space, with a thick, hard fabric to protect against cuts and numerous wires connecting from the helmet to a backpack-like oxygen container oh her back, which doubles as a jetpack. It also has a hood and a face-mask for environments that do not require full head protection.

Casually, she'll just wear that same full body suit without all the added hazardous survival gear- basically a white jumpsuit.

Personality - Grace is a very timid despite her line of work as a outlaw. There is no threatening boom to her voice nor any glare she could give, shyly keeping away from people she doesn't know and sticking to those that she does. Thanks to this antisocial behavior, vehicles are her most common audience, their creaks and groans replied with swift repairs and constant customization to keep them up to date. She has a interest in art, and will more then once paint or etch something into the side of a long-served machine if a pilot/crew indirectly permits it. This talent and confidence swiftly fades in the presence of others however, where nervousness takes over.

So far Grace remains attached to Holiday as they are similar to one another, though she more so merely listens to him rather then talking back for an open discussion, there is a feeling of family between the two to keep them friendly towards each other. While not admitting it, she does look up to Holiday in admiration of his confidence and desire to discover.

History - It is unknown where she was born, the details having been forgotten by herself. It was a distant colony, somewhere beyond the reaches of the UGCP for sure, with little protection and a lax governance over the populace that had lived there. Life was peaceful enough despite the UGCP's absence, with many species cooperating as neighbors to each other, finding comfort within the urbanized centers that were so sparsely dotted along the surface.

The Throgg however would not dare leave such a bountiful target alone, and during one morning they had savagely torn apart most of the population centers in search for materials and slaves to take for their future wars. It was during this fighting that Grace had lost her family and the trauma from the event coming to haunt her for the years to come. Fortunately escaping on an evacuation shuttle, the fact that few ever made it off world haunts her to this day.

Since that raid life has been busy, finding her way into the Hellion as a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to the machines, technology and other artificial creations. Despite the title of pirate making her seem as of a dangerous sort, Grace has yet to ever kill another being, quietly staying out of trouble as she has always done.

Equipment
Tools - Simple as the name may be, "Tools" are varied in size and purpose, this can be a small toolbox to everything that is carried with her. A decade of living with little has made her resourceful, so her only strength can be found in her tinkering alone, capable of making the most makeshift of tools into what would seem factory-made equipment with a wrench and some screws. Though it may take time to make the most dangerous of weapons even better, the end result is never disappointing.

Zero G Experience - When the situation calls for floating midst debris or asteroids, there is no lack of experience on Grace's part. With hundreds of hours spent crawling along hulls and repairing breaches, or floating through derelicts with great interest in where they came from. Gravity is a kind of movement which Grace has adapted to with a rapid pace, even if the great depths of space are horrifying to stare into.

Ship - N/A

Activity - See Holiday

Extras - While I take Holiday as my primary character for most action, I'd intend for Grace to be heavily involved as well as an observer/assistant, and in a way have her be more of the 'protagonist' of the two. Her development is much more important and may very well become my focus in this RP, though she'll be slightly more serious in tone.

Ship Classification - Assault/boarding craft
Ship Role - Freelancers
Crew size - 3
Description - A fast, heavily shielded corvette designed to punch holes in enemy shields and dock with them. Originally used for taking enemy ships, it has been refit for raiding them of valuables.

Power: Main: Artificial singularity generator, direct mass conversion. Overpowered for a ship this size, and prone to instability if it takes damage.
Secondary: Fusion, Deuterium. Reliable, but barely makes enough power to run the ship under non-combat situations.

Weapons: Particle beam cannons: For when they need to destroy ships or parts of them. Adjustable output.
Pulse burst: Charged weapon that tears a hole in shields large enough to fly the Talon through.
Point Defense: Multiple small particle beams on the hull of the ship.

Defenses: Aligned Plasma shields: Good at taking large attacks, but can take less damage overall than a standard shield. Can usually take only one solid hit from a medium sized ship.
Conduction/absorption armor: Spreads kinetic damage out over a larger area to minimize damage, and absorbs many forms of energy, including plasmas, low and mid level photonic weapons, many radiation types (alpha, beta, gamma (partially), charged protons), and many scanners. Used for stealth.

FTL: Hyperdrive: The ship moves along extra-dimensional corridors, making it impossible to track without hyper-space capable sensors. It is difficult to control where you emerge from hyperspace, so it is used for jumps of no more than a few AU except in emergency situations. Thankfully, you almost always emerge near a gravity well of some kind, whether a planet, star, or black hole.

Special: Quantum shift teleporter: Can shift an object or person up to about 20 meters through solid objects (depending on the material's density). Allows them to board ships without breaching the hull. Necessary, because their hull blocks many forms of teleporters.
Gravitic grapple: Four gravity generators on the bottom of the ship can grab onto whatever they land on. They also have a launcher that can shoot one which is tethered the Talon at an enemy up to 100 meters away. Tractor beams can be disrupted, but grav fields are harder to disrupt and tethers have to be cut, which makes them prefer this to a standard tractor beam.

Name - Mark Briggs

Age - 32

Species - Human

Role - Freelance

Gender - Male

Appearance -
5'8" skinny, pale skin, black hair, blue eyes.

Personality - Loves learning about science and advanced tech. Is currently obsessed with the idea of Transhumanism.

History - When he first came to space he got a job working for his cousin, Christopher Briggs. There he met Halla, who was the first officer. When they were caught smuggling Psionic Activators (drugs which grant psionic abilities, usually temporarily) through customs to avoid the outrageously high tariffs and restrictions on them, Christopher took credit for it, claiming that his crew only knew about the food concentrates they were hauling as a cover story. Christopher was arrested, the ship impounded, but Halla and he were the only ones willing to help pay for his defense in court. They did this by taking jobs as mercenaries for the UGCP. When he was found guilty and sent to prison, Halla and Mark continued to work as a team, eventually buying a surplus boarding ship from the military. When it became time to renew their contracts, they turned it down, but got a Privateer license from their former CO. As long as they only attacked criminals and the enemy, the UGCP would leave them alone, and may even buy their stolen goods.

Equipment - Technopathy Implant: Allows his higher brain functions to interface with a computer, allowing control or possession of the device. Usually used to "become" the ship or one of his robots. He can usually use it at his level for about 18 hours, but intense use, such as combat, stresses him faster, shortening this time.
Battle droids: Various models, built by him and based on old sci-fi shows. B1, B2, and Droideka from Star Wars, "Squidy" from the Matrix, and several "replicator" bugs from Star Gate for recon, but they cant reproduce without using manufacturing equipment.
Androids: Two based on old Sci-fi, Romie from "Andromeda" and the T-100 from "Terminator".
Weapons and Armor: For his androids, though he does have a basic military body suit and rail rifle for himself if he has to use it.

Ship - Talon

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Name - Halla

Age - 36 (her species has an average lifespan about equal to humans)

Species - Hibros

Role - Freelance

Gender - Female

Appearance -


7ft tall cat person, brown with white stripes, green eyes, fangs.

Personality - Her people believe it to be dishonorable to fight with borrowed strength, so everything she uses in battle relies on her own strength. (The psychological and mental habits of your character and adversely their species if they have any particular personality quirks that they inherit from their kind.)

History - She grew up on a space station made from hollowed out asteroids, learning to hunt in the wild, paraterraformed areas of the station. She got a job with one of the freighters that came through the station, and loyally followed that captain, Christopher Briggs, until he went to prison. She even helped his cousin fight for his freedom, but they failed. They then worked together to earn money to buy a ship and upgrade it, and continue to fight together.

Equipment - Rail Bow: A spring is compressed when she pulls a plunger on the weapon. When she pulls the trigger, the spring is released, transferring the energy through magnetic coils into a rail gun attachment. She can replace this with a particle beam weapon, but rarely does.
Personal Force-field generator: Draws power from the nervous system of the user to charge a capacitor which powers a force field emitter. She got it off of a human murderer that didn't understand the fact that the device would eventually put its user into a coma before the safety feature activated and the device deactivated. It was easy to capture him for the bounty at that point.
Ceremonial blades: Two foot long fang shaped blades, one for each major like event. She carries the one denoting her becoming a privateer into battle.

Ship - Talon

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Name - Qo

Age - 67 (His species has an indefinite lifespan, but he appears to be a young adult)

Species - Sesuna

Role - Freelancer

Gender - Sesuna are Hermaphrodites

Appearance -
(the closest picture I could find)
Blue, bipedal, roughly humanoid. "He" applies hormones to the top of his head to grow leaves to simulate hair. He has yellow flowers during flowering season, but wears a pressure suit when pollinating to prevent it from effecting the crew.

Personality - Likes to learn about science, especially biological sciences. Will only harm someone in self defense or defense of others.

History - His people are pacifists, but when his people were attacked he subjected the attackers to a paralyzing agent, allowing them to be placed on their ship and sent back to their home base. His people considered this to be a violation of their rules and sent him away.
He got a job on the Talon when they were looking for another crew member. His only speculation was that they not kill anyone except in self defense or defense of others. They agreed.

Equipment - Various hormones for altering his shape, knock out grenades, EMP grenades, stun pistol, standard armor
Proficient with most science equipment.

Ship - Talon

Name - Corporal Yamada

Age - 24

Species - Human

Gender - Female

Role - Corporal/sniper in the 625th MAPAC.

Appearance -

Personality - Careful and considerate, making sure everything is perfect within the squad, soon to become a sergeant she keeps her cool and makes sure to live up to her rank.

History - She was born in a field hospital, daughter of a high ranking officer within the UGCP, her mother died as she was born. Brought up by the military she is respected by the Ualos despite her gender, especially by staff sergeant Ba'is, he nicknamed her "Jok'ra" or "Wasp" in Ual.

Equipment - she bears mostly the same equipment as the other soldiers, only having a long range "bone breaker" rifle which would turn most of her bones into dust if it weren't for the shock battle armour.

Ship - the Empirion

Name - Private Willis

Age - 17

Species - Human

Gender - Male

Role - infantry/grenadier

Appearance -

Personality - Rash but quick witted, quick to come to attention and aims to please, a new addition to the squad with little to no experience in battle.

History - he prefers to keep to himself about his past.

Equipment -

Name - Staff sergeant Ba'is

Age - 60/30 in human years

Species - Ualos, blue humanoid aliens who are generally strong and lean in physicality.

Role - squad leader within the 625th MAPAC.

Gender - Male

Appearance -

Personality - All Ualos warriors are required not to feel, the only time they are allowed to "feel" is in the event that a comrade perishes in battle or when they bring themselves to death.

History - he was born in the warrior caste of the Ualos, born and bred to fight for Ualos and it's allies. After training for most of his life he became a soldier of the UGCP, living on the frontlines for the next ten years of his life. If he does not die in the next ten years he will travel back to his own planet and die with honour in the gladiatorial battles, with his comrades of many races watching or sharing the same fate.

Equipment - his equipment is anything he is given to fight with in battle, taught to be proficient in every type of weapon, though, his personal favourite is the bayonette.

Ship - the Empirion

Name - Achieng, Clan Chima
Age - 26
Species - Watamaji
Role - Freelance Counselor
Gender – Female
Appearance - Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.
From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.

Personality - Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected. Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.
On the other hand, even when she’s not at work, she finds it difficult to share her own story and lean on other people. She feels like her own heart could break, but that her entire purpose is to be there for others no matter what. If she hurts, well… that’s just how it must be. She would never admit to feeling so isolated.

History - Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.

Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealous of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.
Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay. The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. It took her nearly ten years to work up enough money to attend a galatic university. There she excelled in her courses and
Equipment and Skills-
Water suit- Absorbs moisture from the environment to keep her skin wet and cool.
Travel tank- Contains space for her to rest, and water for her to rest in while she's on land. Moves on two treads and has a small hand control.
Vocal mask- Achieng has a tech mask that fits over her mouth that can be used to direct her already powerful singing into something that could be weapons-grade lethal.

Fishing knife- While she can only do so underwater, Achi is well trained in the use of a knife made to hunt fish. She calls it a knife, but it's half the length of her arm and hooked at the end.

Singing- Like all of her people, Achieng can speak and can also sing in what her race calls wimbo-kusema. The closest comparison would be whalesong, but a Watumaji's is much more powerful and loud. Some of the tones range below what many beings can detect, and some range far above. Achieng has a natural talent for it, and can be extremely loud to the point of causing damage if she had to be.
Diplomat- Achieng is an excellent speaker and can smooth talk with the best of them. Her background in psychology makes her very adept at navigating social situations, and knowing a lot about many kinds of beings prevents awkwardness and species faux-pas.
Swimming- While she is inhibited by her tank on land, in an aquatic environment, she is far more at home. Achi is a swift and graceful swimmer, and does not have to breathe underwater.
Activity – I work from 9am – 6pm, and I’ve got D&D on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Most if not all of my posting will be on the weekends, but I will do my best to pop on after work and keep informed. My job does not allow phone use or internet use outside of what is necessary for work, so I won’t be able to get on during. If there’s something urgent, tag me in post or PM me. I try to at least check those during my lunch break.

Extras –
-Achieng sleeps in a big tank.
-Achieng probably won’t sing openly unless she’s alone. For anyone to even know how well she can sing, they would have to be well-versed in her species, or catch her in the act.
-It’s considered a sacred rule that anyone who visits your home must leave with a meal. That said, Achieng keeps little candies that she gives to visitors, because not giving some kind of food to either a client or visitor is akin to insulting the gods themselves.

Name - Rama (said Ram) Gildar

AKA - Demon/Traitor/Exile/Marked One/Unworthy...to name a few

Age - 245 Years old

Species - Hyperian

Role - Pirate

Gender - Male

Appearance -
What he looks like:

His mask:

Clothing:

Mech Suit -

Rama stands at over 6'8" with a lanky arms, legs and neck. His body has been modified with another set of arms to give him four in total, the other two are the are larger in width size and are only a little bit longer than his normal arms, they are purely robotic, normally they sit lower than his normal arms and sit in standby straight behind him, he has many uses as well as combining them with his normal arms to make them stronger when fighting and act as a shield. His now metallic skin are coated in his favourite colours, which are crimson red, black and navy blue with white striped markings all over his face and body. The lights that shine from his body, eyes and face are blue when passive and red when he becomes angry or readying for a fight and can be dimmed if he wishes to hide better. He also has a Oni type half kabuki mask that he has hanging around his neck.

When not in his mech suit you can see his baggy clothing (shown above), his colours match that of his skin, with the dominant colour being black, the stripes on his right side are crimson red and on his left side are navy blue, the colour around him is white.

His mech suite makes him stand at 8'5" tall with thick and heavy armour covered from head to toe. The front of the suit opens up for when he needs to get inside but can be run by his AI and used as a distraction or the brunt force of his attacks. The suits colours is than his colour scheme, instead it is coloured in bright orange as the main colour with yellow trim and green for the lights.

Personality - Rama never grew up learning the peaceful ways of the Hyperians, instead he was raised by a man that called himself the Metabaron. There he learned the Bushitaka (The Bushitaka is the strict code of honor followed by the Metabarons; named after the Japanese bushido. It demands that the practitioners dedicate themselves to victory in all things at any cost, wherein the only alternative to victory is death, and even forsake their own family members in the pursuit of total victory.) He grew up to not feel pain, to be effective in both hand to hand combat, short-medium distance weapons such as swords, spears, axes, etc. and to be profficient with guns as well as a decent pilot and engineer. He can be humerous and easy going when he wants to be but he doesn't much interact with others unless they prove themselves as someone who is useful to him. His little quirk is that when he is bored he will be often spinning three balls in the palm of his hand without actually moving his fingers.

History -

Rama thought that he was abandoned as a child left on a planet to be killed by the local wildlife, but was saved by a man that he would later get to know as The Metabaron, the man was old, in his twilight years but he still looked as if he was only 40 years old. The man saved him and took him in, early on he was essentially the man's servant that would clean the mans ship, a giant base called the Metabunker. He would also serve the Metabaron and told him jokes, he was told that the man hardly laughed so when he did he knew that he had done a good job.

One day while cleaning, in a room he wasn't normally in, he triggered something and activated a robot that began coming at him with the intent to kill. Rama fought him off as best he could, but with no training he didn't stand a chance. He fought until he could fight no more and had accepted his death. Except the Metabaron made it into the room with lightning speed and killed the robot with his bare hands. He yelled at the boy for being so foolish, then asked the computer how long he had lasted with the robot. It had lasted for hours, enough so that the Metabaron himself was impressed and in a moment of thinking he was told that he would be trained in the ways of the metabaron.

For the next 50 years he was trained under the Metabaron, learning his skills in combat, science and engineering. To no longer feel pain by making him go through great acts of pain and would be punished further if he winced, cried or made any inclination that he felt pain from wounds, he was told that it would be necessary because pain distracts oneself from victory and ends in their death. He took on quickly as he had accepted that this was now his fate, he was trained in Bushitaka as well as the mental powers to train ones thoughts into a focused energy like a blade. The Metabaron could do it as he pleased cutting down mountains with the power. Rama could not perform such acts, the most he could do is momentarily see what someone was about to do before they did it as well as lift, pull or push small objects with his mind that would take a lot of focus for him to perform, he was able to move them with great speed and force though and was told it would be useful to him. He was also trained to kill without remorse by raising a small pet, only to then be forced to kill it teaching him that sometimes one must sacrifice those that are close for victory and to become cold and emotionless.

When he reached the age of 100 he was sent to a prison planet to take on the job of executioner, where he would have to fight and kill ruthless creatures, people and aliens of all races. The rule was that if he lost, the prisoner would be sent free so they all fought with reckless abandon. For the next 75 years he spent there, becoming a ruthless killer himself, taking on all manner of sick and twisted beings, some as small and nimble as small animal and some as big as some of the major structures that were in this universe. Each one were sentenced to death and he made sure that order was carried out. It earned him the nickname 'Demon' as he began to wear an Oni Kabuki styled half mask that helped filter out toxins. Whatever came his way he killed in with great ferocity, skill, speed, agility and strength, his skin became hard, his senses sharp all to make the Metabaron proud.

When he had served his time as executioner he was able to come back to the Metabunker where he had to perform the ritual act of body manipulation. He was put into a machine that slowly crushed his body from his chin down. Rama was told to tell the Metabaron that when he wanted to stop he would. The machine started to press, cracking open his skin, but he did not cry out, his muscles soon were pressed but he did not say anything. His bones began to crack and break and still he did not say a word or let out a tear. In the end it was the metabaron that stopped it and acknowledged that he had passed his training. In honour of this he was given a new body made of machine with the inclusion of two new arms. All that remained of his formal self was his face, and internal organs, he was then given another gift a helmet that was permanently placed on the top half of his face, the helmet would amplify his senses tenfold as well as his mental strength, he still would not be able to create the blades or melt minds like his master but he would be able to control small objects and move them with great force, without having to concentrate on them as much as he used to. Only his mouth was left open, he kept the Kabuki half mask and would put it on before he went into battle.

They went on many missions together, killing for hire, front line work as well as many others until Rama started to notice that the Metabaron was geting old and showing signs that death was reaching for him. He learned about the mans life in that time, how he was the last of his kind, that he had genetically modified himself to live for centuries and was at the end of that time, that he had no future plans of ever finding or having a son, but he found Rama and thought of him only as someone to talk to until his time had passed.

On his 200th birthday he was given a ship, a prototype of the Metabaron's, a ship designed to sneak up on other ships and board them quickly and effectively as well as detach from the ship as quickly to escape as well as an accompanying suit of breaching/boarding armour that was designed for him by his master, he would be able to climb into it to become one single fighting unit, or be able to act individually since it had a built in AI unit that was compatible to Rama to act as his counter. He only had to do one more thing. He was told to pick his choice of weapons which were a sabre and a gladius.

He was then told to prepare himself as The Metabaron came at him with a spear. He explained that he would not die by his mortality, that he would die to a successor now that he had one that proved so worthy. They fought for days without a break until finally by the strength and speed of Rama he was able to finally best his former master. The man laughed with joy, filled with pride and honour he died, but before he did he looked into the eyes of Rama and engraved the shape of a bird onto his chest and said that the legacy of his kind would live through him now. Rama was then told to leave the ship, to find his kind, a race called Hyperian and join them now, the ship was activated to explode. It was powerful enough to destroy him and the entire planet that it was landed on, Rama nodded in confirmation and got in the ship with his new mech. It asked him what to call it and he told from here on out it's name would be Meta.

They arrived at a location with signatures that were similar to his own and landed in hopes that he would be accepted to join them. But they refused him, said that his family were exiled long ago for defying the wishes and beliefs of their God Hyperion and that he had followed in their footsteps, tainted by the blood of others on his hands, he didn't even look like them in their eyes. So they banished him. Told him to never come back or suffer the consequences and be smited by their god.

Rama left, how could they treat him this way, he had no idea who he was or what to believe in, it put him in great anger, and in that anger he attacked whatever ships got in his way. He took whatever he wanted from those ships and quenched his anger with the blood of occupants of the ships. He was deemed a pirate and a renegade and was hunted until he reached deep space where he found refuge with other pirates. He would then offer his and Meta's services to the highest bidder, not caring who paid him or what he had to do he would do it and efficiently.

Equipment:

- Swiss Sabre: Designed to release an electric shock when activated by the user, the metal is of a make that can pierce into most metals.

- Gladius: When activated by the user the blade becomes super heated, able to cut through any metal.

- Nanites: Personally created to protect him, when damaged the nanites with gather materials needed to seal wounds, repair and heal his body. Can be distrupted by a large electrical charge.

- Prototype Pistol: This gun does not fire normal bullets, instead it fires mini high impact sticky bombs. That are activated when leaving the barrel of the gun and trigger when they make an impact against an object. Has a 10 shot cartridge before it needs to recharge, 1 second per bomb, 10 seconds to recharge. While recharging can convert on command into a 50 caliber normal pistol.

- Modified Assualt Rifle: A plasma assault rifle that fires in burst of 3, overheats when fired too often and needs to cool down. Also has the option of changing into a long range sniper rifle, fires single shots that are 50 caliber bullets instead of plasma.

- Grenades Sash: A number of grenades are stored in this sash, his most effective are magnetic bombs, gravitational distortion bombs and EMP grenades, can be remade by nanites but needs time to do so.

- Helmet of the Metabaron: The helmet enhances the wearers senses tenfold, allowing site of long ranges as well as different types of vision, his hearing can be heightened to the point where he can hear the humming of electricity running through the circuits of the ship, he has the sensitivity to feel changes in pressure up to 4 meters away. These can be used against him with an opponent who is clever or innovative enough.

- Kabuki filtration mask: The mask allows him to breath in any atmosphere and filters out toxins in the case that someone were to use chemical warfare.

- Arms of Might: His augmentation allows him to use the extra set of arms as weapons, shields and for utility use. They increase his strength greatly and do not hinder his speed.

Skills:

- Minor mental telekenisis: He has the ability to only move small objects but can use push or pull them at speeds that are like a small caliber bullet. He can not read minds or influence others.

- Enhanced strength, speed, agility and endurance: His robotic body enhances him overall making him much better than an average person.

- Bushitaka training: Follows a code that is ultimately to attain victory by any means or to die in battle.

- High pain tolerance: Through training has been able to endure pain so that it does not hinder his goals in combat.

- Minor hacking skills: Able to use nannites to hack into doorways and computers, cannot use to hack into robots or more complex machines.

- Minor clairvoyance: When in a 1 meter area of someone he can see what they are about to do next, but only actions and if someone knew of this trait or dealt with before he can be tricked and doesn't rely on it heavily.

- Core power surge: Rama is able to sap the power of a core cell and by doing so gains a charge of power to himself that temporarily increases everything more than it was, the more cores he saps the more power he gains.

AI: Meta

- Designed to breach and board other ships, can act as a suit as well as a fully functional robot.

- Equipped with shoulder cannon as well as arm cannon with bladed weapons on the opposite site. The cannons can switch between bullets and plasma. In order to use the plasma cannon it needs to gather energy and takes it from the ships energy supply the longer he gathers the ships energy the bigger and more destructive the blast.

- Has two sensory drones that fly around him giving him 360 degree vision.

Ship -

Ship is designed to be silent, undetectable in long and short range scanners, it is a breaching and boarding ship, created with heavy and thick armour that allows him to ram into other ships and board them. It can easily hold his mech suit and himself, but any others and it would be a tight fit. As for weaponry he has can carry up to six long range missiles as well as two laser gattling guns on the front of the ship and two rotating gattling turrest that protects his sides and back. It is a bulky ship and making fine tuned movements is difficult. The ships main design is to infiltrate close enough to the ship to ram into it and allow him and his mech to board the ship. Kill and take what is needed and then able to leave the ship easily. It's main power source is able to take the core cells of other ships and use to fuel itself. It is also equipped with FTL travel.

Activity - On mostly every day, 12:00 noon I am able to get on most of the time and after 5:00 p.m. am able to check, Wendsdays and Sundays are the most difficult days to get on.

Extras - Nanite sleeping cell, but mostly sleeps inside of Meta.