A graceful man with an elegant and refined appearance, the product of precise genetic engineering and years of strict training. He stands 183cm tall, exactly as his parents ordered, with a strong and athletic build. His blue-black hair is kept shorter in the back and longer in the front, with the bangs parted asymmetrically with one long strand on the left and more swept on the right. He will never grow facial hair, and his complexion is light but healthy and without imperfections. Pale grey eyes gaze out from behind narrow spectacles ⁠— a fashion statement, as his eyesight is engineered to be 20/10. He is every bit a specimen of the superiority of Martian genetic engineering, and projects a demeanor of absolute assurance and dignity.


Aesthetics of an Elegant Noble
Monster of Calculation
Cool Under Fire
Humor as Dry as a Desert
Familial Loyalty
Cooking Enthusiast


The König family, as their name hints, is a branch off the Royal lineage — and one fairly close to the tree at that. They have always prided themselves on their loyalty and devotion towards the Imperial throne, and have a close relationship with the military as a result. Gilbert Andreas was born in 471 RC, the third son of General Johannes König and Lady Liselotte König née Eisenach, in a luxurious hospital on Martian soil. Growing up there was nothing more that he could have asked for — except for perhaps some free time, as his days were filled with lessons and sports and even his “playtime” was scheduled with the children of allied families (it was through such “playdates” that he first became acquainted with his distant cousins, the royal children). He had an easy temperament and learned quickly, to the delight of his governess, tutors, and parents — not that this last pair cared much, as a third son tends to be more disposable than anything else. Following in the footsteps of his father and older brothers, he attended a military preparatory school for Martian elites and eventually matriculated at the Deimos Military Academy in 486.

To his parents, his performance at the Academy in his first year would be described dispassionately as “meets all expectations” — high praise from and to anybody else, but for Gilbert this was simply the natural consequence of the advantages that he was born into. Lacking enthusiasm for most of the subjects covered in the classes, unable to enjoy even the thrill of intellectually crushing his classmates — but how was that any different from the rest of his life? It was not until the field simulations in second year that he first felt the thrill of excitement — the melody of the battlefield singing in his blood, the edge of putting your (simulated) life on the line. Defying the preferences of his family, he declined the invitation to join the naval command track in favor of “dirtying his hands with wetwork” — intelligence, espionage, and small-team tactics, to name a few. In his later years as a student, when Mobile Suit training was added to the curriculum, he discovered a certain romance to these machines that allowed a human to enter a battlefield that was once reserved for only ships.

With his pedigree, competence, and loyalty to the empire all being unquestionable, and the rising tensions on Venus and Luna plus the ever-boldening pirates creating a need for manpower, the Military Intelligence Bureau had had an eye on him throughout his last two years at the Academy. The day after graduation, he formally joined a special operations group under the MIB’s auspices and entered a grueling three-month training program to prepare him (and the other new recruits) for the true battlefield. While his first few missions involved investigating the nascent Mekon movement on Venus, the attempted assassination of the Imperial family turned the MIB’s attention firmly on the pirates.

For the next several years, Gilbert and his fellow operators were tasked with sniffing out the haunts of pirate scum and either wiping them out or setting them up for a proper battlegroup to exterminate. Infiltration, reconnaissance, counter-reconnaissance, assassination, sabotage — so long as it furthered the goals of the Zern Empire, there was no task too dirty for these men and women who valued loyalty to nation and people above all else. Their work also provided invaluable assistance for the prevention of surprise pirate attacks on Zern battlegroups, and to the setting up of ambushes and interceptions on pirate fleets and convoys.

As the conflict with the pirates began to decline, Gilbert was given command of his own special forces group and assigned to be part of the “sweep-up” effort to hunt down the last of the pirates — the ones too savvy, or too secretive, to have been wiped out in the major conflict. Given broad leeway to act semi-independently of the military proper, his mission took him across the inner solar system — from Venus, to Luna, to even the dead Earth.

Eventually it was deemed that his talents would be better utilized elsewhere, and his group was placed at the disposal of the Royal family and a number of high-ranking Nobles for whatever tasks and investigations they needed to be carried out. Most recently, his group has been “gifted” to Venus’s planetary governor in order to help him combat the growing Mekon movement. With the upcoming Expo also being held on Venus, Gilbert’s workload has grown to an almost unmanageable amount . . .


Refined Human: Gilbert is one of those top-of-the-line models called “Refined”. His physical and mental capabilities are greater than baseline humans’, and he is more resistant to illness and disease. As a Refined he is capable of entering into a state of heightened physical performances known as "Overclocking". When in this state he is temporarily able to react, move, and process information at a considerably faster rate, enhancing his ability to fight inside and outside the cockpit. The state is difficult and exhausting to maintain. As a sniper, this state augments his already-prodigious ability to calculate movement patterns and trajectories.

Ace Sniper: Gilbert is an Ace with numerous kills to his name and many years of experience hunting down pirates on the battlefield and in their hidey-holes. It can be said that he’ll never miss a shot as long as the target doesn’t dodge in an unpredictable manner. Nor has anyone managed to get the drop on him in recent memory. He considers the hardware of the Mobile Suit to be a hindrance to his sniping abilities, as the responsiveness and feedback are lacking compared to good old flesh and bone.

Special Operations: even without a mobile suit, Gilbert is still a frightfully-effective soldier. Investigation, infiltration, and execution are his unit’s bread and butter, and they go wherever there is a need for their specialized skillset.

Pedigree: chivalry, politics, diplomacy, music, art, literature, poetry, cuisine. These are the skills and attitudes expected of a high Noble, even if he seldom has any desire to use most of them. Yet keeping a finger on the pulse of Martian high society is necessary for anyone with a famous name who wants to stay alive and untarnished, moreso for one with connections to the MIB.

Amateur Chef: who would have thought that he would find enjoyment in the skills employed by the servant class, moreso than any of the typical hobbies of the aristocracy? The palate and dexterity of a Refined Human are nothing to scoff at, and though he lacks experience some of his dishes can match or even exceed what is typically served in Martian restaurants.


8.58mm Semi-Automatic Sniper Rifle: his preferred weapon outside of a Mobile Suit, the round it fires is more than powerful enough to penetrate plate glass and body armor. It accepts a 10-round magazine.

Smart Glasses: a recent trend in wearable technology, similar to a concept once introduced by a monolithic corporation on ancient Earth. These look like normal spectacles, but they can connect to the internet, record, transmit, and play back video and audio, and provide annotations akin to “augmented reality”.


A true member of the Martian elite, he can draw on his connections among the nobility if he feels the need, though he greatly prefers not having to lean on his family name. A veteran of almost ten years, he is skilled at sniffing out and corralling insurgent and outlaw operations and is a feared combatant both inside and outside of the Mobile Suit cockpit. As one of the foremost snipers in the Zern military, he understands their tactics and playbook intimately.

His loyalty to the Empire sometimes blinds him to the very real faults within the system, though he on occasion admits that a certain amount of carefully-considered change can be helpful. He understands on an intellectual level the problems that the Venusians and Lunarians often face, but finds it impossible to truly empathize with their plight. He was raised within a worldview that looks down upon mutated Venusians and implanted Lunarians, and though he personally bears no animosity towards them this bias sometimes slips out in his words or behaviors.


ZIMS-02Sc Tommy Sniper Custom

Unit Appearance

The Tommy Sniper Custom is based on the Tommy Commander Type frame, but discards the big-and-blocky aesthetic for something sleeker and lighter — sacrificing some of the armor in exchange for theoretically-improved acceleration and handling (though, in reality, the mass of extra equipment and downgrade of the overclock booster system means that overall performance is worsened). The head is extensively modified to support extra sensors and cameras. A navy-gray-black muted color scheme keeps the mobile suit unobtrusive against the backdrop of space and debris.

Technical Details

Accommodation: Pilot only, enhanced six-screen cockpit in upper torso.
Dimensions: 18 meters
Powerplant: Improved medium-output Wilberforce Reactor; essentially, intermediate between a medium-output and high-output reactor
Equipment and Design Features:

•Minor Modifications
The Tommy Sniper Custom has many of the features of the standard Tommy Commander Type, with modifications geared towards reducing unnecessary mass, compensating for compromised mobility, and improving electronic performance and heat dispersal. The hardened Liten armor has been made thinner in strategic locations, decreasing mass at the cost of only a little real protection. Additional verniers have been placed across the shoulders and legs, allowing greater fine control of the mobile suit and improved reverse velocity.

•Limited Booster System
Limited in the Tommy Sniper Custom, with the majority of the power draw being dedicated to its MAG weaponry. Its functionality is essentially limited to one or two emergency boosts to keep one’s distance from an approaching foe, but continuous use is essentially impossible.

•Enhanced Sensor Suite
Mounted on the head of the Tommy Sniper Custom is an array of improved sensors and communications systems capable of longer-range detection and limited electronic noise suppression, replacing the original ‘feather plume’ of the Commander Type with something more closely resembling the face and beak of a hawk. There is also an additional visual sensor that can “slide” over the normal optics, further extending the range at which the pilot can see.

•Capacitor Packs
Optional parts that can be equipped to the Tommy Sniper Custom to improve its sniping performance. Essentially a scaled-up version of the capacitor concept pioneered in the H-VIPER, these packs can be charged from the MS reactor or support craft during ‘downtime’. Each pack, over half the size of a Tommy backpack, can provide power for twelve Greyhound shots at standard power. When dry, they can be jettisoned to reduce weight.

Weapons and Combat Capabilities

•Holdovers
The Tommy Sniper Custom can use any of the weapons and equipment the ZIMS-02 Tommy and ZIMS-02 Tommy Commander Type can.

•H-VIPER Extended-Range Custom
With the extension of the barrel, the addition of a small scope, and a minor improvement in power throughput to match the higher output of the Sniper Custom’s generator, the H-VIPER becomes an adequate mid-range anti-MS weapon.

•“Greyhound” 180mm Anti-Ship Rifle
A testbed scoped bolt-action MAG rifle intended to combine the most desirable traits of the Whiskey, Screwdriver, and H-VIPER arms — firepower, precision, and fire-rate, respectively (the debate on whether it performs as advertised is ongoing). The integrated capacitors function similarly to those on the H-Viper, allowing a greater rate of fire than other MAG rifles for the first volley (though there is not enough power supply to shoot while recharging the capacitors once the initial charges are expended). This generates tremendous heat stress on the barrel, however, and an external cooling system has been installed to compensate. Overall, it’s an extra-heavy rifle with a high energy requirement. As continuous fire will eventually overwhelm even the aggressive cooling system, the barrel must be periodically inspected and replaced in extended engagements. Although the process of opening the cooling jacket, ejecting the barrel, and installing the new barrel has been streamlined as much as possible, this is still a period of time during which the MS is not shooting. Usually uses a twelve-round magazine.

•Braunen-H2 120mm Heavy Machine Gun
A conventional "powder-type" quad-barreled machine gun, usually fed from box magazines, with a hybrid anti-MS and anti-aircraft role. The bullet velocity and penetration are greatly superior to the Heckler, at the cost of greatly increased recoil. It must be fired from a braced position or, ideally, a bipod or tripod mount. As a support weapon, it is typically used in a defensive capacity or to suppress an area.


•Flashbang Launcher
The Tommy Sniper Custom sacrifices one of the Tommy Commander Type’s flashbang launchers to make more room for its enhanced sensor suite.

•Variable-Payload Launcher
Multi-tube launchers that can be loaded with a variety of materiel, from flashbangs to smoke grenades to HE warheads. The Tommy Sniper Custom mounts one two-tube launcher in its left forearm compartment, and up to two three-tube launchers in place of the thigh grenade racks.

•Nanocarbon Knife
A last-resort close combat weapon produced by the Sharp Workshops. The blade is thicker and sturdier than that of the Saber, reflecting its intended use as a thrusting, armor-penetrating weapon. Due to being difficult to parry with and unsuitable for slashing its popularity has suffered; however, its reduced weight makes it an appropriate accessory for the melee-aversive Sniper Custom. The sheath is typically attached to either the shoulder or calf, but can be jettisoned if needed.


The ZIMS-02Sc Tommy Sniper Custom has superior sensors/communications and power generation then the baseline Tommy Commander model, at the cost of reduced mobility and protection. The downgrade of the booster system means that it lacks the close-range performance of the Commander Type, and would struggle in a theoretical where it is forced to engage in a brawl with an MS on par with the Commander Type. However, as a long-range use MS it makes up for this seeming deficiency by being as far away from the targets as possible, taking out targets of opportunity and maintaining distance as the battle progresses.

Technical History

With the success of the ZIMS-02R Tommy Commander Type, some enterprising minds turned towards the problem of designing a dedicated Tommy variant for elite sharpshooters. Using the already-improved Commander Type frame as their base for their line of test models, the engineers stripped away everything that they thought that a unit filling a sniper role would not need — resulting in a high-performance long-range combat mobile suit that they dubbed the “Tommy Commander Sniper Mod”. With the success of the test-type concept, in part due to a stunning exhibition with Gilbert as the test pilot, the ZIMS-02S Tommy Sniper Type was registered and the design was simplified to be cheaper and easier to produce, using the original Tommy as a base instead.

Waste not want not, however, and the pieces left over from the experimental program were cobbled into a mobile suit given to Gilbert for his personal use. After additional adjustments to tool it to his personal style and taste, the Tommy Sniper Custom was born.

HopPer, Revolutionary Firebrand

Johanna is a small fry, usually standing a head below those around her yet still easily spotted by her messy green hair and newsboy cap. Appearing deceptively lithe and thin, most of the right side of her body below the neck and both of her legs have been replaced with cybernetic prosthetics, and though she likes to bounce between comfy pop culture t-shirts, overalls, and whatever happens to be clean enough to wear, she's never without her oversized bomber jacket or her seemingly infinite pairs of rimless glasses.

Radical
Scrappy
Inventive
Wily
Temperamental
Weird

Johanna Hölzel doesn't have fond memories of her childhood. The runt of a large family of Lunite farmers, she was the product of an affair between her mother, a Venusian marrying into a Lunite family, and a Venusian corporate officer. As a result, she was pretty much despised from the moment of her birth, not helped by a Venusian deformity that made her unusually frail, prone to injury, and generally useless for farmwork. The only thing she ever got from her family was a name, and even that was lost to time; she only ever remembers being called Runt or Rat. By the time she was six, the poor girl finally snapped and beat half of her siblings with farming implements before running away to hide on an outgoing freighter.

Things weren't substantially better on the freighter, but a few of the laborers did show her some kindness, making her something of a mascot and allowing her to help with basic repairs and securing heavy shipping containers. She grew quite close to the elderly engineer Hölzel, who did his best to educate her on the robotics and sciences he had learned and taught her how to pilot the mobile workers the crew used to move heavy objects and perform some repairs. He tragically passed in his sleep shortly before she turned thirteen, leaving her a kit of tools and his favorite pair of revolvers.

Shortly after Hölzel's passing, the girl lost control of her temper again and got into a scuffle that ended with her being booted off of the freighter. While recovering at a clinic, she learned that she was in fact fully Venusian and possessed the Human Kai genetic markings, explaining her physical disabilities and a wide bevy of health and emotional issues she suffered from thanks to her implants. Scrounging and selling the few things she could call her own, except the gift from the old engineer, she managed to get some secondhand medications that treated the imbalance from the implant interfering with her Venusian genetics, and it was like a fog lifted from her mind from the first time in her life. Finally choosing a name for herself, Johanna, she managed to snag a job at a small repair shop in one of the busier Luna ports, living penny to penny for some time and often going hungry or without a bed for the night. Things finally changed for the better, oddly enough, when a shady individual, one that her boss explicitly told her not to help, offered her a substantial bonus if she could quietly repair the engine on his "trade ship". Eager for the money, she happily did the job and got a nice big pile of money for her troubles on the condition that she tell no one that he arrived on Luna, and when the police came calling and asked if she spotted a notorious space pirate asking around for repairs, Johanna didn't say a word.

Johanna got her first taste of piracy, and it tasted pretty good.

She quickly got a reputation as a reliable fixer who could do fast jobs for people who didn't want to leave paper trails, and she made quick cash repairing ships, mobile suit components, and cybernetic parts for criminals on the run from the law, corporate interests trying to cover up their negligence, and occasionally just wealthy traders who didn't want to wait for a form to clear before they got their dangerous equipment served. For once Johanna had money to burn, and she spent it first on the medicine to keep her head mostly clear and the cybernetic upgrades needed to repair and augment her frail body into something a bit sturdier and tougher, then on giving her only real friend, an AI of her own creation named LAGO, a proper body of his own as well. Working her new mechanical fingers to the bone, so to say, Johanna worked her way up and finally managed to score a battered COOL-te mobile suit and a decently out of the way place to keep it. The suit in question happened to have been built with a messy collection of communications equipment that Johanna tinkered with and tidied up, hoping she could use it as an outlet to vent about her many, many frustrations.

Stuck at the bottom of the pecking order her whole life, she knew firsthand how mistreated people could be under the thumb of the Empire, and her experiences living and working with decent people just trying to get by only to be crushed underfoot by a corrupt empire angered her, not in the mindless fury from her condition, but a righteous anger, one that demanded to be heard. Thus, when she plugged in her new communications system, she spent a good hour ranting and raving against the government and every injustice and mistreatment that she saw committed on a daily basis, not knowing that she accidentally broadcasted it publicly. Said rant was enough to get her in serious trouble with the Zern Empire, but after spending a few days in prison for royal harassment she returned to her day job and found a few people were listening in to her broadcast that she didn't see before.

Johanna was intrigued by this, so in between her usual odd jobs and trading, she started to make weekly broadcasts, toning down her rhetoric somewhat to avoid getting in too much trouble and finding some musical files salvaged from the old Earth to broadcast in between. The show proved influential, especially within the ranks of the Mekon Movement as the girl who came from less then nothing and was barely able to hold conversations with anyone but her robot companion became an influential voice among the resistance. In time, she even became an important member of it as well, meeting with resistance fighters and agreeing to help pass on messages and indicate juicy targets through her programming using carefully coded words hidden in plain sight. Settling into a little bunker on the outskirts of Venus out of which she still broadcasts and takes odd jobs, Johanna can't help but feel there's going to be a sea change coming, especially when HopPer happily reported to her listeners that the Emperor was dying...


Augmented: Johanna has extensive cybernetic modifications to her body to overcome the physical disabilities from her Venusian biology, replacing three of her limbs outright and adding a subsurface mesh to the parts of her body she still has. She may appear rather scrawny, but combined with a bit of experience in rough street brawls, the modifications have made her surprisingly strong and durable, as well as allowing her to push beyond the limits that a genetically enhanced human of similar strength may possess.

Homegrown Wrench-head: Working with engineers and mechanics since she was six years old, Johanna may lack a formal education but she's more then a match for any fancy Martian engineer with an expensive degree, having firsthand experience with everything from communication equipment and personal robotics to ship maintenance and mobile suit construction. She has a great love of tinkering and experimentation and is uniquely gifted in the art of jury-rigging, baffling formal engineers with her slapdash improvisational workarounds.

Second Sighted: Johanna is a Human Kai, and while it's a double-edged sword at times because of the interactions with her implants, it still gives her a mild precognition that gives her an edge in fights, inside or outside of a mobile suit. It also tends to help her with mechanical or intellectual insights, allowing her to spot something or find an answer that others might have missed.


LAGO: LAGO is Johanna's companion and only real friend, an AI in a robotic body resembling a bipedal anthropomorphic rabbit. The robot body is about a foot and a half tall, equipped with a small variety of useful tools and devices, and can fold itself into a smooth morph-ball for fast movement through tight spaces. Unusually advanced for an AI program, thanks to years of Johanna pouring her heart and soul into this one friend of hers, LAGO is mischievous but friendly, fiercely protective of Johanna and communicates through electronic chirps, sound bites, and holographic projections.

Falco Revolvers: Handed down to her by an old man that fancied himself a cowboy, Johanna's twin revolvers are old but reliable, and pack some impressive stopping power for such an outdated weapon. Made by the now defunct Falco Firearms as a weapon for "those with a bit of outlaw in 'em", they are easily distinguished by the falcon crest engraved into the barrels. Johanna cheats on the quick draw by modifying her cybernetics for spring-loaded quick drawing.

Rucksack: A simple satchel which carries everything she needs for a quick and dirty repair job, as well as spare ammunition, her medication, and other essentials. It's also a comfy carrying case for LAGO to ride around it.


Johanna is gifted with an incredible homegrown acumen for the technical and mechanical, knowing her way around spaceships and mobile suits with ease and can find solutions and fixes that no one else can. She may not be a trained fighter but she is a scrappy one, never shying away from fighting dirty or exploiting a weakness to gain the upper hand.

More then anything else though, there's a fire in Johanna that drives her every action. Fueled by the hardship she suffered throughout her life, she truly believes in the purity of the Mekan cause and the utter corruption of the Empire, and whether she's behind a microphone or fighting for her life, she turns that pain into an unstoppable force for justice and righteousness, and there is just no stopping her when that fire is burning bright.

She isn't without her flaws though. A Venusian with Lunite modifications, she's prone to extreme mood swings and health issues as a result of her mutated DNA reacting badly with the chip. Augmenting her body and some experimental medications help to control her more violent outbursts, but they don't entirely eliminate her mental health issues.

Ironically, despite her magnetic charm on her radio show, she's also rather reclusive and socially inept around other people in person, preferring instead the company of robots and machines such as her robo-bunny companion.

BUN-e (Customized COOL-te Mobile Suit)

Unit Appearance

The BUN-e bears a resemblance to the familiar blue COOL-te with some striking differences, including slightly more bulk and its familiar bright blue paint job reduced to a more subdued powder blue. The most notable difference is that the boxy head has been replaced entirely with a custom-made model, more rounded in shape, possessing two eye-like sensors as well as communication antennae that resemble long ears extending from the top.

Technical Details

Accommodation: Pilot only, enhanced curved-screen cockpit in torso
Dimensions: 15 Meters
Powerplant: Low-output Wilberforce Reactor “overclocked” to Medium-output (Actually a Scutson reactor that she overclocked herself)
Equipment and Design Features:

•COOL-te Base
-BUN-e has much of the same features as a COOL-te base model, though much of it has been heavily modified by Johanna to reduce risks such as overheating.

•Plasteel Reinforced Hull
-While nowhere near a tank, BUN-e has strategicly layered Liten and Plasteel to give greater protection against firearm damage then expected for a model like this.

•LeapFrog Component
-Salvaged from an obscure mobile suit add-on, the Leapfrog is a modification that reinforces the leg joints and allows the thruster to perform a quick booster fire, effectively allowing BUN-e to perform high and long-distance jumps, eliminating any delays to ignition and providing immediate acceleration.

•HopScotch Infiltration System
-Johanna's suit contains a bevvy of communications equipment that allows her to broadcast her radio show via signal relays, and in a fight the communication system can work in tandem with a special system of her own design that uses concentrated Wilberforce particles to deliberately cause technical malfunctions in enemy equipment, throwing off guidance sensors and causing slowdowns in computer systems. Given enough time, she can also attempt to piggyback onto enemy communication signals and spy on them for a hidden edge.

Weapons and Combat Capabilities

•120 mm TMKF-Rifle
A crude falling block rifle scoped for long-ranged combat. A rare weapon frankensteined together from salvaged marksman rifles and punctuated with a pricey Gyrojet cartridge; it's not at all effective up close but from a distance it can punch holes through all but the strongest armors with ease.



•Punch Dagger
A spring-loaded blade loaded above the wrists on both hands of the MS. Super simple and unimpressive, they're a last resort weapon if anything else, though it can punch through armor in a pinch and the surprise of their appearance is a very subtle edge in a fight.

•Escape Plan
Mounted on the rear of the BUN-e, the Escape Plan is a creation of Johanna's, a crude launcher that can dumb-fire mixed canisters of chemical propellants and chaff that create a thick smog of obscuring smoke. It's not a damaging weapon in the long term, and its best used to distract and throw off enemies long enough to make a quick retreat, or fall back to fighting distance.


Not quite ready to be a frontline fighter, Johanna built her mobile suit to shut down an enemy before they got close enough. BUN-e is a deadly enemy at long-range, able to slow down, outmaneuver, and confuse opponents with its defensive systems and electronic interference devices long enough to land a single lethal shot.

That being said, if any enemy does get close enough to BUN-e, it's about as dangerous and deadly as an actual rabbit, Caerbannog notwithstanding. Its melee defenses are pitiful and the deadly rifle is decidedly less so when its not fired at a distance, and while Johanna definitely made a well-designed mobile suit, she doesn't have much in the way of combat experience just yet.

Technical History

BUN-e started out as a battered COOL-te unit purchased by Johanna as a helpful tool in her repair work. Previously piloted by an explorer, the COOL-te still had a lot of leftover communication equipment, which Johanna retooled with a custom cranial unit and used to help broadcast her show via signal relay, so she couldn't be traced back to her bunker.

Since becoming more fully involved in the Mekan movement, she started to make combat improvements to the MS, including enhancing the communication equipment and throwing together a good long-ranged weapon, as she didn't really want to get into a fistfight and risk damaging her valuable broadcast tech. It has yet to cut its teeth in a real engagement, but the BUN-e is almost certainly combat-capable and ready to prove itself.

A short young man. Standing heads below most adults in the Zern Empire, and notably shorter than the youths that should be his peers. His form is thin and weak, and looking on him his clothes feel a bit off even when they’re made to fit him, due to the frailty that he exudes. This is all the more emphasized by his more mature features that look aged beyond his years. Rather than a youth he seems more a troubled young adult. His brown eyes meanwhile are often tired looking, puffy and reddened.

His hair is also brown, but wispy and thin in color, with some strands even being white. But the base of it has slowly become more full with a darkening brown.

When he dresses he tends to go for whatever is comfortable. Most often he ends up in casual attire. Prioritizes having at least a deep hidden pocket or two that he usually loads up with snacks.

All in all the sort of person who gives the wrong impression on multiple levels.


Confident
Curious
Dreamer Far-Thinker
Fish Out of Water
Blunt Honest
A Touch Aggressive
Conflicted and Unsure
Wasteful… for a Terran.






A Earth native survivor that found himself thrust in the world in space, and life in the Zern empire. Gaia Dyrte found himself with the head and talent for working with technology, preserved and scavenged by his people at a young age. However despite finding satisfaction in working with, and creating various devices that helped the lives of himself and those around him, he found himself bitter and angry at those who came from beyond the stars to take the spoils and treasures of the broken planet. But even worse were those who took what could be considered the most precious. If the salvage and technology left behind on Earth had worth to the people who lived there, then it was in how it could make a harsh unforgiving life easier, and in how many it would allow to take another breath, to wake to another day. Value then was life and survival. A dream then was to have a future that was one small step easier for everyone involved.

But Gaia wanted more than that. Indignity drove him to create his own weapon, to set upon the path of defending his people, to strike and destroy what he deemed the enemy. Whether they be Pirate and Slaver, Lunarian or even a Martian at the wrong place and time. Fighting against discouragement and concerns from the people that were his family he pushed himself to work to more than provide his keep and meet the demands of life while also being able to build up what he gathered and put together a rudimentary basic skeleton of a Mobile Suit. In mimicry of what he learned of weapons both from the earth’s past and stars.

Then when a battle between pirates and Zern soldiers near his settlement of survivors came to his attention not long after the completion of his weapon he embarked on a decision that would change his life forever. Interfering in the battle and shooting down a pirate that had compromised the safety of the leader of the Zern, later revealed to be one of the royal family. He found himself approached with interest and curiosity, and after a tense and cautious stand off and negotiation, Gaia found himself recruited and pulled to the side of Zern and brought to the stars.

A curious example of a free Earthling in Zern due to his patronage and his own service. He found himself slotting in awkwardly, a square peg in a round hole. As a kind of human typically seen only in the form of a slave, he left others at as much of a loss as he was in their world. Yet nonetheless he learned, he studied. Both of Mobile Suits, of the culture of Zern and their technological marvels. Things he never knew existed in his small and harsh world. Things that he could have never imagined. Culture so different, so rich and robust. Both in the new and old.

Learning more of the stars and the world, learning more about humans and their differences. Gaia found himself faced with many questions. What was he to do, what should he work towards? Few from Earth could ask themselves that question. Back where he came from it was work to survive, live to not die. On Mars they simply fulfilled their duties as slaves, taking to fulfilling the desires and commands of their owners, both plucked away from hardship and yet given their own terrors and sorrows by those who plucked them away from home.

Over the course of a year in living in the Zern Empire Gaia has gone through much schooling and even attempted to make his own contributions independent of his patron, even attempting to patent and spread ideas and technological creations to the civilian populace. Although his lack of full understanding of the manner and needs of civilized people have meant that he has found little success.

More notable then was his refinement and true completion of the first weapon he attempted to create, utilizing the principles and sciences of modern Mobile Suit engineering, along with his strange ideas and knowledge brought from Earth. The weapon one of a kind made by himself, piloted by himself. The oddity in space that stood out as much as its maker.

A few eyes linger upon him. But will they see him grow as a creator, or as a soldier?



Engineering: A talent and knack of his, even before any formal education or access to the database of information present in more civilized society. Figuring how things work, how to make them work, and how to put them together is the talent that’s the pillar of support that has taken Gaia to where he is now. These talents are not limited to, but include the development and design of even Mobile Workers and Suits. Although it looks like there’s still plenty to learn and study from in modern common design.

That’s No Soldier: While he has not gone through the training of a military academy cadet, and lacks the experience of a seasoned soldier. He is able to pilot, being able to utilize his own makeshift creation back on the Earth. Then being half-dragged, half willingly charging into battle after battle with his patron, Has, along with some pockets of generously given time to help him adjust to and understand military operations, given him some understanding of the disciplines that come with being a member of the army. As a soldier he still leaves much to be desired, but as a combatant and a member of her highness’s routine he has reached a point where he can’t be dismissed as just a citizen, and can even be relied upon.

As far as ability for combat outside of a Mobile Suit, he’s able to handle unarmed people, and has experience dealing with wild Earth beasts with a weapon. However if he himself had to compete in a contest of strength he’s below most of the population whether they be Martian, or Venusian, refined, kai or not. Not your best bet for an arm wrestling contest.

1+1 equals: When it comes to figuring out how to line things up as he wants, Gaia has a head for numbers. While it isn’t that he has a special keen sense or exceptional eyes, he manages to manage to hit his targets and figure out when things intersect well.

Malus:

Terran: Life on Earth is difficult. The environment dead and unforgiving. What’s “edible” and isn’t sometimes has little a difference, and the very air itself is deeply poisoned. To many it would be considered completely unliveable, and perhaps they have a point. Yet to those who have managed to survive, their definitions of ok, and capabilities to withstand such environments are a bit different. A native earthling will be able to count the negative effects from breathing in such air in the span of years rather than days or hours, and perhaps to an extent there’s a bit of gut tolerance to certain toxins.

Of course it doesn’t change the fact that such benefits are only “benefits” in a extreme condition that’s more a consolation prize more than anything. Earthlings are wracked with various health problems and unwell constitutions and conditions. Gaia is no exception, finding his breathing more difficult than those raised in Mars, and lungs wracked with pain at times. While faded for the most part now even bouts of anemia struck him. Otherwise due to mishaps in his nervous system he finds himself feeling rather cold and heatless at times. Particularly in his hands. But at least he doesn’t have any signs of cancer... Yet.
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Top of the line Data Tablet:
A journal, a means for recreation and study. Pretty much anything he could ever need or want in a neat little square. To the Gaia who lived in an environment where all things were scarce, the idea of using paper that isn’t required to be used is a bit unpleasant. Plus as much as he has a good head for keeping all his belongings together he’d rather not get too carried away. Contains locally an entire library of various things he’s studying or working on so he doesn’t come into an awkward period of having nothing to read on.

Ultimately it's something a rich civilian could easily get however rather than anything top secret or special.

12 Gauge-Pump Action Antique Shotgun:
One of the more common types of weapons floating around to those lucky enough to have them on the surface of the dead Earth. With a four shot capacity and a focus on being robust and reliable. It’s nothing fancy, but it works. Whenever taken with him it tends to be carried on his side with a sling made out of a kind of leather unfamiliar to most people.


An inexperienced person, both in age, culture and battle. Intelligence, talent and ability have brought him to the stage and could be polished further. But currently as is he's a muck-covered stone from the dead planet.

His greatest asset is his different manner of approach, of thinking. Yet it also leaves him with difficulty in reaching a common understanding with others at times. While his differences have brought him attention it also serves as his greatest struggle. One may even ask if he will ever truly be like a normal citizen of the empire, whether one compares him to a Martian, Lunarian or Venusian. For the values of one who lives on the surface of the dead planet have been shaped by a hard, different life.

In battle there's a certain aggressive edge to his performance. All the more against slavers and their ike. The tempered caution of maturity and experience something he lacks to guide his perspective at times.

Otherwise his relatively poor health, both from his environment and his lineage as a Terran leave him rather weak in physical strength, and with some problems. With an entire year he has been making improvements through a vast improvement in environment, care and nutrition. But put up against most of even Venusians, and they'll tend to look hale and hearty in comparison.

Unit Appearance

When one looks upon the Gyfnewid, one may think of the Centaurs of old human mythology. Of one made out of a weird hybrid of a normal vehicle and a Mobile Suit. Not quite the iconic mechanical giant of a man. Not quite an armored carrier vehicle or car. Bringing hefty firepower and floating above the ground, it cries out its declaration to the stars as a harbinger of war. While it is shorter than most Mobile Suit, Its height does not leave it with a lesser presence to its peers as its stand out profile and even odder aesthetics. One might find themselves struck by the feeling that it is a sitting down giant, due to its tank design.

Its colors are rather drab, forgoing any real paintjob, save for a layering of markings in letters and words that overlap, repeated hundreds of times to give it a makeshift coating of black in a mosaic painted on like ink by Gaia personally. If its pilot were asked, he would answer that he went off an old database of old languages and their words for victory or something. Yet mixed in clearly are a number of names, foreign and odd.

It’s humanoid torso and head is rather blocky. It’s head is a forward-facing square, with a rising collar guard partially obscuring it, making it seem like a dome or head that was partially removed to expose the skeletal head within. A single compound bar sensor stretches across its smooth flat face, larger than that of the Redcoat or Tommy, glowing a dull red. Otherwise of note are its head mounted Vulcans. Placed like ears with a back extension that protrude upwards for the sake of mechanisms to fixate the guns. It adds a touch of a more humanizing element that still in of itself also feels different and inhuman, to the otherwise very mechanical creature. Really, it just looks plain weird when compared to the iconic image of a Mobile Suit doesn't it?

Technical Details

Accommodation: Pilot Only.
Dimensions:
15x10x16 (In Meters)
Powerplant: Medium-output Wilberforce Reactor “Overclocked” to a greater performance in order to compensate for the upkeep of the Maglev system. However it does not reach the level of a High-output Reactor. An adjustment that reduces stability. Combined with certain functions wear and degradation can also occur. With the defenses of the Gyfnewid and its role as something on the backlines the risk of an explosion is lower at least.

Equipment and Design Features:

A Mobile.. Tank?
The Gyfnewid first and foremost stands out from its peers by essentially being a half-humanoid, half-weapons platform style of creation. The upper body and lower body can rotate and turn independently. While like a mobile weapon it can adjust, turn and change directions rather swiftly compared to a wheeled vehicle it is still slower in that regard to a normal mobile suit. Yet such drawbacks come with the benefits of greater stability, in aim and otherwise.

Maglev Hover System:
An old line of technology in place even before the development of technologies by Umhlaba.Utilizing a system of superconductive materials and magnets, the Gyfnewid is able to float and glide a little above ground. The frictionless and off the ground movement allows for smoother movement and the ability to better deal with its weight. Most of all it allows for the positioning over water surfaces and dealing with unstable grounding and terrain. In the case of failure, however the Gyfnewid comes with a continuous track locomotive system. These treads are tucked under its body, with a slight protrusion forward that has ended up increasing the length of the Gyfnewidand. The treads are covered by thinner layers of armor due to not being considered as vital to protect and because of the already rather heavy build of the machine. Sometimes they end up drawing the attention of enemy fire hoping to cripple the movement of the Gyfnewid, not knowing that damage to them does not particularly impact the integrity of the Maglev But it’s hard to say if that’s a welcome misdirection of enemy priority, or a unfortunate weakpoint.

Heavy Liten Armor
Covered all over with Liten. The Gyfnewid is a heavily armored, and of course, very heavy construct. While fairing better in land environments and battlefields with gravity in comparison to normal Mobile Suits due to its Maglev System. In space especially it is a rather slow vehicle despite its booster systems.

Dual-Thruster Pack
A engine-pack similar to that of the Tommy, although with the unorthodox profile of the Gyfnewid, it lacks in comparison the finesse in maneuvering and control that they have. However it does an adequate job at ensuring that the Gyfnewid’s space and land speed is enough to leave it as just somewhat slow, rather than be something that cannot keep up with its allies and foes.

Reactor-Oversprint Thruster:
An overclocked Thruster connected more intimately and directly with the Wilberforce Reactor at the core of the Gyfnewid. Letting out an instantaneous sudden burst of thrust with an overriding priority over all other systems. The Gyfnewid is sent rocketing forth in a chosen direction. Whether by utilizing the mechanics of space, or the hover-system it makes for not just a surprising burst but also a swift acceleration and propellant for a tactical retreat. While it stresses out the system and the Mobile Suit and also creates significant G-forces upon its pilot. The bulky and robust build of the Gyfnewid allow a mitigation of the negative effects to a degree. Something not so dire as to be considered a complete emergency option, but also something not to use so lightly. Overuse in quick succession may lead to a blow out of Thruster, Engine, or both.

Weapons and Combat Capabilities

•120mm LEWIN-11 Machine Gun
A common and reliable weapon. Seeing no reason to reinvent the wheel, the standard among Mobile Suit weaponry was given to the Gyfnewid as a close range weapon. Best suited for fending off enemies that have closed in, suppressive fire, and taking down lightly armored targets that do not require the other armaments.

•“Screwdriver” 110mm Marksmen MAG Rifle
Another area where innovation wasn’t seen as necessary. Fitting in with the weapons platform sniper role of the Gyfnewid, a weapon that was meant for lighter targets and quicker to use while still fitting within its focus.



200mm “Starblazer” MAG Cannon
A shoulder-mounted double-barreled MAG Cannon Boasting both long range and very high penetration. This weapon carries the hopes of its creator in shooting down those who come down to the earth from the stars. Although it has turned out to be useful in combat in the void of space as well. A gun a bit than even the oversized Whiskeys, it makes up for the size by being shoulder mounted on a much more robust machine. It's speed, and just how much it can "cook" is greater than a standard Whiskey. Finally A scope-esque sensor attachment allows for a more specialized long-range view for tactical and sniping purposes.

•30mm Vulcan “Elf Ears”x2:
Mounted onto the head of the Gyfnewid are a pair of weapons affixed via the external mechanisms that give its head-mounted weapons their distinct name. Loaded with 30mm bullets. Though not effective against mobile suit armor they can be used to shoot down incoming projectiles or for shredding smaller more lightly armored targets.

•300mm Rocket Launcher
A shoulder-mounted box rocket launcher that balances firepower and range with powder based ordinance. While possible to fire on the move, the accuracy can suffer, making it more of a medium ranged, or, if one is daring enough, a short ranged weapon. The capacity loaded is six shots. Thanks to the stability of the Gyfnewid's form the problems of recoil are easily dealt with, and while there is a slight difficulty in aiming if firing its entire payload at once. Movement while firing is not difficult.



The Gyfnewid is a strange beast in many respects. The unique ideas of Gaia Dyrte in putting together a machine of war leaving it a much estranged and distant relative to all other modern Mobile Suits. However its effectiveness and strengths cannot be denied, as it serves as something like a tank of olde and a weapons platform both. Which is then commanded with the mentality of a sniper.

While it is as heavy as it looks and feels, it avoids the expected clunkiness and absolute slowness that should make a mockery of the Mobile part in Mobile Suit with its unique hover system and its booster power. However this weakness is only mitigated, not eliminated. The power that should go into the Maglev system is diverted to the boosters to try and keep its mobility to a similar level in space, although in that theater the mobility of other suits is emphasized over the Gyfnewid.

Even with its tactical Sprint-boost engaging in normal combat with other mobile suits is not recommended. A fast or armored foe, or a group of weaker enemies in close to melee ranges can certainly threaten and defeat the Gyfnewid. Even if heavily armored and resistant to damage, its slower turning and lack of relative agility means that it is not well suited to fighting an unsupported battle in a more personal field of battle against multiple, or exceptionally speedy foes. However its separate-rotation and stability leaves it well suited for marksmanship while moving and engaging.

Technical History

The third iteration of the first weapon he put together back on earth. While some of the parts and metal comes from what he first made. The only thing truly carried over from the previous drafts are ideas and the spirit. With a brand new frame and base, the Gyfnewid-00 is the first true Mobile Suit class weapon made and completed by Gaia Dyrte. However it can also be called his attempt at taking the first cobbled together machine he rode and trying to update it to modern Mobile Suit doctrine. Its construction is the fruit of his vengeful labour on the earth, and the studies of the knowledge of the Zern Empire. Really should it even be called a Mobile Suit?

With a focus on the systems, and painstaking attempts at trying to make the Maglev system feasible as the main mode of transportation in combination with thrusters. Little attempts at trying to provide it with unique weaponry was made by Gaia. The only thing that could be called unique, the "Starblazer" is in fact something that comes from the very first draft. Concerns about it being difficult to work with, with only Gaia knowing all the ins and outs of the unique machine, have also left him wanting to keep the weapons simple for easier replacements, resupplying and hassle-free inventory.

Coming from earth and having thought of a weapon as a means to fight pirates and slavers growing up. The design philosophy of the Gyfnewid came with the idea of how it would be used on a planet surface, or in a gravity environment, rather than a focus on the space theater. Initial ideas included experimentation with a quadrupedal leg system. But all other ideas were shelved and put aside for the time being once Gaia decided upon the Maglev system. Ultimately he decided on it as a means to deal with the variety of terrain possible, battlefield damage to leave uneven and perilous ground, and the tactical advantages possible in hovering above water surfaces for naval combat. The focus on booster movement also then allowed for the sprint-boost function to be a viable feature out of zero-gravity environments as well.

The inspiration for the Maglev system allegedly comes from old systems on Earth for trains that he read about.

Sebastian stands at 5'10", which while not being that tall, is fairly decent for someone on Venus. It also isn’t ideal for a soccer player to be too tall, so he is thankful for the height he was given. His soft features are also very odd for a planet like Venus and the sport like soccer, but he says he works his hardest to keep his skin this was. Outside of his general beauty, the most interesting thing about Sebastian are his eyes. On closer inspection, someone can tell that they hold a deep longing, even after he had won trophies and MVPs. His desire for something greater can be seen in those eyes.

Those beautiful, beautiful eyes.

While he does wear his jersey for the games, he refuses to wear it outside of team related activities. This jersey is a mix black, red and white, with the team insignia and sponsors all over it. On the back of the jersey, his last name “Salas” and his number “88” are on the back. As he is only human, he feels that if he was to wear the jersey for unofficial business, he’d be giving the team a bad team, especially with his actions in Mekon. His reason for not wearing a shirt when he goes out in public is that “If you’re always down for a pickup soccer game, you have to show it somehow.” This seems partially true, considering he has a habit of playing soccer games with random fans who ask when he is out.

Outgoing
Personable
A riot at parties
Charismatic
Ball is love
Ball is life
Flirty
Determined
Protective
Patient

To live on Venus is to suffer, though whether that is just the result of the human condition or being born on Venus is another problem altogether.

Sebastian remembers nothing of his family. He was told by the orphanage caretaker that his family had decided to give him away as they couldn’t care for him. Sebastian was their sixth child at that point and another mouth to feed would be too much for the family. Despite his success, newly acquired wealth, and connections, Sebastian has never been able to track down the family that abandoned him all those years ago.

Life on Venus isn’t the greatest normally and living in an orphanage made it even worse. Sleepless starving nights were the norm and child abuse ran rampant in these types of instutions. It was this type of life that Sebastian had to live, one of isolation and suffering. Yet, he still kept a smile somewhat on his face, for at least he had something to escape this hellish reality with.

Soccer.

It is the sport of the poor, as all someone needs is the ball. The orphanage had an old soccer ball that he would play with every day. From dawn to dusk, soccer would be what gave him the strength to survive the hand fate had dealt him. Of course, excessive physical work and a lack of calories was detrimental to his health, but any price was worth his only source of happiness. Though, eventually, it wouldn’t be his only source of happiness, and in fact, would bring him his only other friend.

Carlos.

Carlos was a new orphan, his parents having died as miners when a shaft collapsed on top of them. They didn’t die initially and it was possible that they could have been saved, but a late response from the empire ensured that they would die down there. For that, Carlos would harbor a hatred of the empire, though not one Sebastian would share.

The new orphan was incredibly emotionally distant when he first arrived, but he was also interested in soccer. Sebastian picked up on this and after months of probing, Carlos finally agreed to play with him. It was the start of a beautiful friendship that Sebastian would continue to cherish until this very day. After all, your first and best friend is something to cherish until the very end, isn’t it?

Of course, having a friend didn’t actually make life easier. However, it did help ease the burden. Even if you are starving, you are not starving alone. Even if you can not sleep, you aren’t not sleeping alone. Even if you are being belted, you aren’t being belted alone. Well, actually, that last one wasn’t totally true, but the two would do everything together, so more often than not it would be together. Even if the weight of the world would bear itself down upon them, they would have one another for comfort.

Their skills in soccer would continue to develop while in the orphanage, as the two never actually could afford to attend school. While that had plenty of downsides in regards to academia or tech, it allowed for the duo to spend all of their time honing their abilities on the field. Once they got old enough, they’d go to pickup games at parks to play against others, which would eventually make them even better players. While they were still a duo of misfits, at least they were really good at soccer.

Eventually, once they were of age, they were kicked out of the orphanage. A few years after that, the old woman who ran it would close it down and it would be demolished. This old woman passed away three years ago and despite everything he went through, Sebastian made it a point to attend.

Well, the pair was homeless now, but Sebastian would end up taking oddjobs and Carlos would work as a miner, so they would eventually be able to secure the rent in the bad part of town. It also happened to be next to a park, so this meant more time for soccer when they weren’t working. It still wasn’t an easy life, but at least they were able to eat and sleep in a somewhat more comfortable location. This would be their life for a few more years, but thankfully, their fortune would eventually change.

During a game of pickup soccer, Sebastian was able to impress a recruiter in the area, and was willing to give him a tryout for his team, The Kairos Kickers. They were actually a last place team in desperate need of some new talent, so they were willing to gamble a bit with this poor boy kicking in a park. Unfortunately, this offer wasn’t given to Carlos, which caused the two of them to get into a fight when they returned home. It was a bitter argument, which resulted in some heated words being said, and the fight didn’t end naturally, but because Carlos needed to go to work.

The fight would never be resolved.

Carlos would die that day at work. The mine collapsed, killing Carlos instantly. Apparently, it too could have been avoided if there were better inspectors. Carlos’ entire body was crushed besides from his arm, which held a bracelet that was given to him by his mother before she died. Since Sebastian was the closest thing he had left to family, the bracelet was sent back to him. Sebastian now wears the bracelet as a token to his friend, and honors all of his victories in his friend’s name.

The pain caused by Carlos’ passing had never really faded.

His tryout was very successful and after a year in developmental, he would join The Kairos Kickers as a striker. He would instantly make a name for himself, and would make sure The Kairos Kickers got first place in their division, the first time in the club’s entire history. The team would eventually lose in the Semi-Finals, but Sebastian would still win Rookie Of The Year that year. Of course, the entire Venusian League is unofficial. It still ends up generating money and is insanely popular on Venus, but in the eyes of Mars, it is unofficial.

His contract with the team was only a year and instead of resigning, he signed with Carlos’ favorite team, The Adonis Adders. With The Adonis Adders, Sebastian would go on to win the Championship two years in a row, with MVP both years as well. The current season hasn’t started yet, but he has his sights on winning both awards for three years in a row, making him the first ever to achieve such a feat..

He ended up joining the Mekon Movement in an attempt to make sure what happened to Carlos and his family would never occur again. While he doesn’t agree with the more radical approaches that the movement seems to use, he believes at the very least, he can make sure that the people of Venus can receive more aid and better conditions from Mars. He often is told that he isn’t quite hard enough for Mekon, but he believes that his softer edge adds value to the organization. Still, he is interested in trying to move into combat missions where he’ll be able to help coordinate the team. He hopes that someone will eventually let him in on one of these endeavours, even if he is still rather green.

Sebastian is an incredibly popular star, with a large undyingly loyal fanbase. He believes that since he has won over their hearts, he might be able to do so with the members of Venus who aren’t too keen on the Mekon.

Athleticism: As the star athlete in Venus’ premier soccer club, it should come as no surprise that Sebastian is incredibly athletic. He is about as dexterous and strong as a human could ever hope to achieve. This also includes his incredibly impressive flexibility a soccer player needs to make those awe inspiring kicks.

Panache: It seems that no matter what he is doing, from kicking a ball or taking a sip of wine, there is a certain type of fanciness. He has innovated several different types of kicks that children on the playground hurt themselves trying to recreate. He has limited his use of these kicks, as he doesn’t want to spread this type of message to the youth. Still, there is always that hint of “gracefulness” in every single thing he does.

Charisma: A certain type of likeability and ability to sway people is a natural gift of his. It is much closer to a natural ability than something he needed to train. It is a natural connection to people and the ability to understand their hearts and respond in kind. This is fairly important in a team game, but even more important for someone trying to help a rebel movement.

Teamwork: Despite having the highest individual scores out of anyone in the history of the Unofficial League, he is incredibly close to breaking the assist score as well. At his core, he is a team player, someone who will always try his best to figure out what is best for the team. Even if it isn’t popular, he strives to do what he finds objectively the correct move for the whole of a group.

Attractive: Being pretty is the greatest of natural boons, isn’t it? It makes one more likely to earn a higher wage, be treated with more respect, and so forth. While it is useless with no skill, with skill, it becomes one of the greatest abilities someone could really possess.

A combat knife with a grip that has Carlos' name inscribed into the grip.

A semi-automatic .32 ACP pistol.

His prized soccer ball that he has had since he was a child.

His bracelet which belonged to Carlos. It isn't anything special, as it seems to be just a metal one coated in a black paint. The top of the bracelet does seem to have a gold insignia, one that looks like some kind of arrow, though it is certainly fake gold.

Sebastian is determined and willing to give everything he can to the people of Venus. His physical prowess and dexterity is more than enough to handle most normal people in a fight. However, his real talent is his ability to understand people and respond to that. With even minimal conversations, he can understand how people work, and will do his best to make sure they feel okay in the end.

Unfortunately, this ability to empathize often comes at a cost. He has a tough time willing to use the more extreme methods, preferring to target only military personnel and never his own people. To him, the people of Venus was worth too much to really put at risk, so he can sometimes hesitate or struggle to approve of operations. Sebastian is working on improving this part of him, but is going along fairly slowly. Thankfully, he mostly works with administrative tasks and public relations.

He also has absolutely no idea how Mobile Suits work or any kind of advanced tech like that.

None until someone creates the Mobile Suit Soccer Association.

Unit Appearance

The Tommy Sniper Type is based on the standard Tommy frame, but discards the big-and-blocky aesthetic for something sleeker and lighter — sacrificing some of the armor in exchange for theoretically-improved acceleration and handling (though, in reality, the extra mass of extra equipment means that performance is essentially the same). The head is modified to support extra sensors and cameras.

Technical Details

Accommodation: Pilot only, standard three-screen cockpit in upper torso.
Dimensions: 18 meters
Powerplant: Medium-output Wilberforce Reactor
Equipment and Design Features:

• Minor Modifications
The Tommy Sniper Type has many of the features of the standard Tommy, with modifications geared towards reducing unnecessary mass, compensating for compromised mobility, and improving electronic performance and heat dispersal. The hardened Liten armor has been made thinner in strategic locations, decreasing mass at the cost of only a little real protection. Additional verniers have been placed across the shoulders and legs, allowing greater fine control of the mobile suit and improved reverse velocity. The backpack has been made larger to accommodate the ICE.

• Improved Sensor Suite
The Tommy Sniper features moderately improved sensors compared to the Tommy, with longer-range detection and limited electronic noise suppression. There is also an additional visual sensor that can “slide” over the normal optics, further extending the range at which the pilot can see.

• Integrated Capacitating Extender
Part of the modified backpack, and where the bulk of the additional mass on the Sniper Type comes from. Essentially a scaled-up, cheaper version of the capacitor concept pioneered in the H-VIPER, it can be charged from the MS reactor or support craft during ‘downtime’ and allows for improved charge time for up to fifteen Whiskey Neat shots at standard power. Thanks to this system, the Whiskey Neat can slightly exceed the Screwdriver’s fire rate for that first volley.

• M4 Entrenchment Shield
Additional optional defensive equipment to accommodate the Tommy Sniper’s relative lack of mobility while firing. The M4 Entrenchment Shield comprises Liten plates over a plasteel frame and is large enough to protect the Tommy Sniper’s legs and chest while it is kneeled down, and has magnetic spikes on its lower edge to stabilize it in an earthy/rocky surface as well as against ship hulls. The top edge is grooved and padded to provide a brace for a marksman rifle. Overall, the shield provides decent protection against conventional bullets and shrapnel, but MAG shots and direct hits from rockets will cause heavy damage.

Weapons and Combat Capabilities

• Holdovers
The Tommy Sniper Type can use any of the weapons and equipment the ZIMS-02 Tommy can. In particular, whether it carries the Whiskey, the Screwdriver, or the Whiskey Neat depends on numerous factors including individual preference and mission objectives.

• “Whiskey Neat” 200mm Anti-Ship Rifle
An unofficial ‘update’ to the Whiskey rifle, made by replacing some of the Whiskey’s electronics to increase the power throughput and charge time, and removing the pile driver. With the Greyhound still in the early testing stages, and the Screwdriver having an ‘anemic’ feel, some marksmen have requested this modification in order to bring the aging Whiskey up to the new standards set by the 2nd generation of Mobile Suits. Thanks to these modifications, the Whiskey Neat’s fire rate is intermediate between the Screwdriver and the original Whiskey, and closer to the former than the latter. When connected to the Sniper Type’s ICE system, the Whiskey Neat can even temporarily exceed the Screwdriver’s fire rate.

• Braunen-H2 120mm Heavy Machine Gun
A conventional "powder-type" quad-barreled machine gun, usually fed from box magazines, with a hybrid anti-MS and anti-aircraft role. The bullet velocity and penetration are greatly superior to the Heckler, at the cost of greatly increased recoil. It must be fired from a braced position or, ideally, a bipod or tripod mount. As a support weapon, it is typically used in a defensive capacity or to suppress an area.

• 30mm Vulcan
The Tommy Sniper Type sacrifices one of the Tommy’s vulcans to make more room for its enhanced sensor suite.

• Mills Bomb x3
Identical to the equipment of the standard Tommy.

• Electric Pike
With reduced need for a dedicated melee weapon, the Sniper Type instead carries a collapsible liten pike clipped to its rear. It has a small nanocarbon point as well as the same electrical discharge system as the Tommy’s truncheon, serving mainly as a last-resort weapon to keep a charging enemy from closing.

The ZIMS-02S Tommy Sniper Type has superior sensors, fine mobility, and MAG-firing capability than the baseline Tommy model, at the cost of reduced acceleration and protection. In a one-on-one shooting match with a Tommy, it would emerge the victor seven out of ten times. However, it suffers at close range and in melee.

Technical History

Following the successful demonstration of the Tommy Sniper Test Type, which proved the viability of a dedicated long-range use variant for the Tommy, the accountants of the Zern Empire demanded that the cost be brought down as low as possible while retaining its long-range functionality. The result was the ZIMS-02S, which uses the cheaper Tommy as a base and forgoes the expensive and “unnecessary” Commander and experimental equipment that was on the Test Type. Featuring increased pilot visibility, more maneuvering verniers, lighter armor, better sensors, and a “backpack battery” that can store up power, all at around double the cost of a Tommy, the Sniper Type met the military’s expectations for a marksman/support Mobile Suit that could be mass-produced.

Unit Appearance

From the outside, the SPEC-T3r greatly resembles the COOL-Te. The inside, however, is radically different, reflecting the unit’s extensive modification for secretive military work.

Technical Details

Accommodation: Pilot only, standard 3-screen torso
Dimensions: 16 meters
Powerplant: Medium-output Wilberforce Reactor
Equipment and Design Features:

• COOL-Te Base
Unless otherwise noted, the SPEC-T3r has the same features as a COOL-Te.

• Extensive Modifications
The SPEC-T3r has multiple improvements oriented towards an infiltration role as well as allowing it to hold its own against pirate Mobile Workers and MS, increasing its chances at escaping if a mission goes south. Full military-grade sensors on the front and back of the head (the latter hidden by a retractable panel) allow a full 360 degrees of vision and targeting. Additional thicker Liten plating gives it some protection against MS-scale weaponry. The single engine thruster and verniers of the COOL-Te are restored to the original specs of the Redcoat, and the joints and servos are strengthened to accommodate combat maneuvers. Retractable spikes in the feet improve its grip and stability. With the overall reduction in mass compared to the Redcoat, the SPEC-T3r comes out faster and more maneuverable than the 1st-generation MS.

Weapons and Combat Capabilities

• Holdovers
The SPEC-T3r can use any of the weapons and equipment the COOL-Te can. Notably, it is capable of safely using weapons such as the Screwdriver, or modded tools like the D-IJ Plasma Cutter.

• Splat Gun
A modified Sealant Sprayer. It accepts a container of “splat balls”, rather than a tank of sealing solution, allowing it to deliver the balls’ payload at close-to-mid-range. The young engineer who designed this modification was apparently a paintball enthusiast, and saw the utility in being able to gum up a MS’s joints or sensors, or deliver napalm, at a distance.

• Arm-Mounted Tool Ring
A multi-purpose attachment, similar to the COOL-Te’s, but more suitable for infiltration, demolitions work, and combat. The following six tools are included:
• a drill with a reinforced bit, capable of boring through a ship’s Liten armor.
• a nanocarbon-tipped pile bunker
• a hydraulic cutter with nanocarbon blades
• a red-spectrum VSL with improved output
• a small sub-arm for fine-scale work
• an electric discharge system

• Breach Mines x6 [Optional]
Superficially similar to the demolition charges carried by ordinary Scutsons, these shaped-charged high-explosive weapons are capable of a more-controlled, higher-yield blast.

• Directional Mines x6 [Optional]
Superficially similar to the demolition charges carried by ordinary Scutsons, these shaped-charged high-explosive weapons contain numerous embedded metal balls. When the mine detonates, a spray of force and shrapnel is directed outwards in the indicated direction.

The SPEC-T3r, unlike the COOL-Te, is a Mobile Worker that can be expected to survive a small skirmish. Yet its main purpose is not to actively engage in battle, but to plant explosives, disable ships in harbor, and record data for the MIA. In the hands of a skilled operator it can be surprisingly nimble and dangerous in close combat, but its fragility despite the additional armor means that it’s suited for little more than hit-and-run tactics.

Technical History

The Military Intelligence Agency soon realized that they needed something less obtrusive than a Mobile Suit for certain kinds of work, as the presence of a Tommy or a Redcoat was often a sign to criminals and pirates that the Zern Empire had an interest in the area. A Mobile Worker, on the other hand, was a common-enough sight to rouse less suspicion. Thus they ordered the development of what would eventually become the Special Projects Extraneous Capabilities Type-3 (refit), or SPEC-T3r for short — a heavily-modified COOL-Te taking inspiration (not that the engineers would admit it) from the illegal modifications that pirates undertook to make the COOL-Te combat-worthy.

In the latter years of the pirate conflict, the SPEC-T3r saw extensive use by undercover agents to infiltrate work sites and outposts. Some commanders even used them for forward reconnaissance, taking advantage of their speed and maneuverability to outrun enemy fire. With how few of them have been manufactured to date, and with none lost intact, the idea that the MIA has a specially-designed spy MS is mere unsubstantiated rumour.

Vessel Appearance

Greatly-resembling the standard Scroop-class in external construction, the Lethe improves its evasion detection by breaking up the Scroop’s large, flat panels with a greater number of smaller, angled panels. More communications and sensor equipment are also visible on the surface. The color scheme is also in Gilbert’s favored muted navy-gray-black pattern to make it difficult to discern against the background of space or debris.

Technical Details

Crew Size: Small
Dimensions:

• Height: 50 meters
• Length: 140 meters
• Width: 90 meters

Weight Class: Light
Equipment and Design Features:

• Smaller Hangar
A small internal hanger at the rear of the destroyer carries enough room for 3 to 4 mobile suits depending on the size. It was specifically designed to be a rather minimal hanger as its purpose was only to carry some mobile suits, as opposed to a proper squad or fighting units worth.

• Nanocarbon β Plating
The Destroyer’s hull is made of a very minimally armored Liten hull. By itself this would make the Scroop-class a glorified paper boat. However the additional of nanocarbon plating on the exterior significantly boosted its defense while keeping its weight relatively low.

• Electronic Warfare Array
Furthering its hunter-killer role, Gilbert’s Scroop-class destroyers have been refitted with superior sensors, communicators, and jammers. Extra-hardened against Wilberforce particle interference and capable of shutting down pirate signals at long range.

• Quiet Cruising
Small modifications to the reactor, engines, and radiators minimize the vessel’s heat signature and disrupt its particle emission pattern, making it more difficult to detect outside of visual range.

Weapons and Combat Capabilities

• 200mm MAG Cannons x2
The Scroop-class employs two single barrel MAG cannons loaded with solid 200mm shells. Though relatively low in caliber these guns have long range and very high penetration, allowing the destroyer to damage even heavily armored vessels. Their low rate of fire due to charging is made up for by their accuracy.

• 75mm CIWS x6
Multi-barrel rotary chainguns allow the destroyer to shoot down incoming projectiles and ward off enemy mobile suits, mostly due to the sheer rate of fire the guns are capable of.

• MAG Assisted Missile Launchers x4
Internal launcher tubes positioned at the front nose of the ship fire missiles via magnetic charges. Though taking longer to fire than traditional missile systems these ensure the Scroops missiles leave the tubes at high speeds, before their own propulsion systems even ignite.

Technical History

The resounding success of Sharp Workshop’s Scroop-class destroyer led the Military Intelligence Agency to commission a modified version for more discreet, delicate work. Their private contractors replaced the electronics and retooled the exterior — an expensive and time-consuming process, but one that was worth the high price tag. The end result being a vessel that could slip in and out of an area of interest with a low chance of being detected, or could sneak up behind a pirate ship and ambush them without warning.

The missions that this stealth-modified Scroop series have completed remain classified, but it’s fair to say that they have been heavily involved in the tracking and extermination of pirates and rebels. The HMS Lethe was one of the first in the series to be launched, and has served as Gilbert’s command vessel for nigh on three years now. The HMS Kokytos and HMS Acheron, completed in 497 RC, were added to his command as he rose in rank and responsibility. These three destroyers, as well as four Seyton-class frigates, form the core of Gilbert’s battlegroup.

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Still developing, Sheena is the image of youth. Standing at a comfortable 5'8", the first thing one notices are her soft yet striking amber eyes. The second would be the falcon-eyed look contained within them. Third, then, would be her long burnt orange hair- usually arrayed in a pony tail for convenience. In the rare instances in which she isn't wearing her pilot suit(not begrudgingly so), her athletic yet somehow amply ladylike form would become much more apparent. Certainly even in cases where the Princess is found wearing formal or casual wear, she still uses her pilot suits headpieces as a badge of honor. Her body betrays none of the stereotypical Martian 'weakness', outwardly or internally. Even discounting her physicality, there is a certain intense aura about her that is difficult for even enemies to deny.
-Decisive and Bold
-Competitive
-Instinctual
-Valiant
-Outrageous
-Keen

To the Royal Family and public at large Princess Sheena Zern is the family "White Sheep"- and a front runner for Imperial succession. Yet just like anyone else, she has a lengthy past.

First born of the Emperor's second wife, Sheena is the Royal Families fourth child. That very second Empress is the so-called 'Red Rose of Mars', who traces her family lineage back to the flight from Earth. The families ancestor was one of the head scientists who managed the projects involving Genetic Manipulation and Terraforming, a tradition the family pursues even into the modern era. The union that led to Sheela was initially purely political, motivated by a need to placate one of the Imperial Families oldest and most powerful allies. However the Second Empress' enchanting beauty and stunning Rosarium was said to ignite passion within the Emperor, leading to genuine love.

Sheena was conceived shortly after. Leveraging that blooming passion, the Second Empress ensured her first child would receive the best genetic treatment conceivable. Perhaps because of this (or obsessive maternal love), Sheena was always who got the most of her Mothers attentions.

It is a well known fact that the Rose Empress was as protective as she was demanding. Aside from the rare play date, she had little interaction with many others aside from her parents and teachers, sibling or not. Pressure was something that she seemed to enjoy; or better put, excelled in spite of it. Through her time on Mars she indulged in many of the hobbies the Emperor encouraged within his children- often with great zeal.

There was little doubt in the Royal Family or elsewhere that she was and still is 'Daddies Girl'. Sheena was always closest to him, even more so than her Mother. However, that wasn't to say there weren't times when she displeased him. For example, there was an incident where she beat a servant boy to a practical pulp. The Emperor and Second Empress were appalled, and she was thoroughly disciplined by both separately for bullying a fellow Martian. It was surprising that such a well behaved girl would be so violent, but the situation became clearer after interviewing the boy. Apparently, he had been insulting the Rose Empress, and Sheena took extreme exception to that.

Quietly arrangements were made to send he and his family away from the Imperial Palace. It was good that his family had been given ample time to move, because tragedy nearly struck not a week later. Though the details aren't exceptionally clear, it seemed that Sheena had nearly drowned in one of the many scenic lakes surrounding the Royal Palace- likely during her swim practice. The very same servant boy she had beaten to a pulp was tending to a nearby hedge- hearing her shouts, he swam out and saved her life.

For months afterward(and leading up until his departure from the family estate), Sheena was taken with the concept of following the boy around. Sometimes she may order him around, sometimes she followed silently. Though she kept her distance, Sheena held a certain fascination for him.

While grateful for his actions, the overbearing Rose Empress refused to rescind the orders sending him away. She was simply too concerned over her daughters proper development, though his family received just compensation for their sons heroic actions. Not known to others, it was around this point that a growing rift began to form between Sheena and her mother- something that has never been mended at a personal level even today.

Still, the Fourth Princess' life continued just as it had. Starting at an early age she received an extremely thorough education suitable for a Princess. Because of her drive and growingly competitive nature, her parents deemed a military education was also appropriate. Though it was initially merely just instruction on the study of Old-Earth tactics and modern Martian doctrines, it evolved over time. Sheena was part of many military youth programs designed for those of blue blood. To her parents pride she even managed to become attached to Martian JROTC and ROTC programs despite such a young age.

The Princess entered the Deimos Academy roughly around the same time as a certain other Princess operating under a fake name. Unlike 'that' person, her experiences there were actually public. Despite her young age, she uncannily accepted military life like a glove. It was an environment she excelled in as naturally as one breathes. It was almost as though she was designed for it.

By the time of the Grand Ceremony on the Venue, Sheena was brimming with confidence and some measure of pride. Yet all that was shattered when the Butcher of Banzing nearly managed to bribe her way to power over the solar system. Sheena made an attempt at resistance. It led to being beat within an inch of her life- forced to watch as her Father bent the knee and nearly died in turn.

After Cathrida was shot shortly after, Sheena found new vigor. Ignoring her broken body she rallied alongside others, using the hangars Redcoats to fight off the Pirates. With the immediate crisis resolved, she immediately joined the military proper to extract her vengeance.

Though her body and mind had matured at a rapid pace, Sheena was still a child in a war zone. Her competitive nature and some choice missteps had gotten friends or allies killed, leaving a bad taste in her mouth. The trauma dulled her competitiveness with others, but certainly not her own innate desire to succeed and come out on top.

Not all her experiences with warfare were negative. The various skirmishes on and around the Dead Earth had fantastic views, and she particularly enjoyed the sunrise and sunsets.

Vengeance eventually gave way to joy as she developed a legitimate warrior's spirit. Only a fraction of the human population is mentally suited for the traumas and stress of warfare. She just so happened to be well within that bracket. She would participate heavily within the pirate conflict start to finish, building up a name and reputation worthy of her modern popularity. In particular, she was always someone who never asked others to do what she couldn't. This gave her the adoration of the common soldier and officer. However, it also led to a dangerous lifestyle where she frequently returned from battle as nothing more than a red mass.

When the war finally ended in the Zern Empire's total supremacy, she put down her sword. . . Mostly.

Aside from the periodic Pirate hunt and military duties, she turned her attention toward more civilian pursuits. Generally this has been used to create her own economic infrastructure, along with cementing her own popularity and image. The Princess has made forays into politics and the Imperial Parliament as well, becoming the Moderate factions 'face', as it were.

Her reasons for involving herself in business are simple. While its true that the Royal Family has a great deal of economic resources(and much more valuable clout) available to them, Sheena wanted a independent money stream. Moreover, it was something to apply herself too.

Her work includes selective sponsorship for products, investment and acquisition of businesses and a vigorous real estate empire built around the Asteroid Belt. At least part of her reason for coming to Venus has to do with expanding her acquisitions, certainly.

It can't go unsaid that nearly a year ago Sheena was rescued by a Terran boy during an attack on a Dead Earth pirate base. She claims that her position was overran by enemy reinforcements, leading to him heroicly defeating all pirates on his own.

So she claims, anyway.

The Princess' recent departure for Venus had many motivations- some personal, most official. In the post war period shes seen the military and society of Mars atrophy somewhat. She seems to have a desire to 'fix' 'things', as it were, and her natural conclusion to accomplishing that has been "Just become Empress". As it stands, her position on Mars is more than secured. Going beyond her own popularity and pull, the Rose Empress and various allies are championing her cause with great vigor.(And it needn't be said Sheena prefers to keep her distance from Mom).

Venus has the current attention of the military, along with all the very important infrastructure that follows. Given the instability and Royal Families tunnel vision of Mars, she basically has no competition for the moment. Coming to Venus was a power play with plenty of outward purity. After all, Princess Asallia needs someone there to ensure no one takes advantage of her very special kindness.

At a deeper level, there are swirling rumors of supposed 'Pickwick Papers' Sheena is compiling with express backing from the Emperor. Whatever they may be, certain elements of the Military have started to get a tad nervous. . .

Accompanying her to Venus is the Sovereign Military Order of the Olympian Snow Beetles, sent along by the Imperial Parliament for protection. A well known Elite Unit, they are made up of only the finest blue bloods within Martian Society. Each one could at the very least give an Ace a run for their money. They are spearheaded by the Three Acts Curtain, the groups most Elite squad. Each one is a bonifide Hero in their own right, and will be reporting to the Venusian Governor himself for the duration of their stay.

Certainly none of this is propaganda.

Refined Human: Like most of her royal siblings, the quality of her bloodline is great. Her base attributes have all been enhanced, and she is highly resistant to disease and illness. In high stress situations it becomes possible to enter into a state of 'Overclocking', a staple of high quality blood. However, even among her family she can be considered an 'optimized human' whose genetic therapy was beyond excessive. Sheena's capacity to function as a Refined is fundamentally higher than her peers. Her physical development was rapid from an early age, but has since plateaued with incremental improvements after each therapy treatment. A gift from Mom.

Magnetism: Force of will. A form of 'Charisma', but not to inspire the masses or open up dialogues. Instead, this is the force of ones 'Gravity' and Will on the world around them. It also includes the natural instinct and capacity to choose the optimal course, but as a leader Sheena is still inexperienced. A gift from Dad.

Military Talent: Sheena has a long history with the military stretching back well into her childhood. She has extensive training backed by years of combat experience and her own special touch for warfare. During the pirate conflict she came close to surmounting the barrier that prevents one from going beyond even an Ace. She is often compared to the dark oddity of the Royal Family, the Wyvern- if he is a 'Black Hole', then she is a 'Shooting Star'.

Nanocarbon Sabre: An almost ceremonial looking sword sometimes given to high ranking military officers. It is constructed of nanocarbon beta and is properly balanced for real combat, which Sheena actually uses it for. She prefers to use melee weapons in combat rather than heavier ordinance to reduce the chances of collateral damage- so it was a natural choice. A scabbard isn't usually included(its meant to be hung up on a wall), so she provided her own.

Nanocarbon Shield: An unfolding buckler given to her as a gift from a certain someone. Thin and lightweight, it is practically impervious to most small arms fire and melee attacks. The maker was even thoughtful enough to include kinetic dampeners. When not deployed it takes the form of a small watch like device on her off hand. Apparently she wants to find the designer and ask them to make some modifications so she can "Throw it at people and then call it back".

Basic sidearm: Modified and updated antique Lancaster pistol with a pepperbox design. It uses standard .38 revolver rounds and has four shots before it has to be reloaded. Even with her training, she can only ever hit targets at medium range. A gift from her Father for completing military training, but aside from being functional there is nothing special about it. Sheena rarely if ever uses it.

Pilot Suit: A sleek and modern looking suit for piloting a MS. It is reinforced with padding to reduce kinetic damage, along with some nanocarbon plating that protects the Princess from small arms fire. Sheena is almost always wearing one to show off her accomplishments. She enjoys legitimate praise.

Sheena is a woman guided by instinct who naturally excels at decision making. Her greatest strength comes from 'sensing the flow of things' and making adjustments accordingly. It is a natural instinct refined by experience, though she is still maturing. Especially when it comes to over committing and sunk cost, she is still having issues. She is overly competitive and desires praise, though the former has dulled somewhat after certain incidents during the War. Her inconsistent bossiness could be viewed as a flaw, or perhaps the starting point for a genuine leader. Regardless, it is fundamentally part of her nature to impose herself on 'Her World', which can lead to conflict with others. She had a very isolated and solipsistic childhood.

Despite being a Refined human there are countless barriers she cannot surpass. Some people are just naturally better at a particular thing- a product of their base ability, mentality, past, training, and so on. All the effort in the world can mean nothing without the right conditions for it to blossom. Instead, she has adopted the ideology of using someone who has talent in an area she lacks it.

Especially in regards to her combat ability, she is still a bit rusty like many others. The fact of the matter is, there have been years of peace and some of her edge has atrophied. It's a problem she sees within the Zern Military, and perhaps even the Empire itself. That being said, she is still a competitor for 'Ace of Aces' alongside certain others within the Empire. While she has good potential as a commander or officer, she is far too reckless. While 'leading' a squad, she is usually reliant on a good second in command to actually manage it.

Unknown to all except a handful, she has taken to having 'fits' ever since the Pirate War's start. The cause seems unknown, but it could possibly be a result of the beating aboard the Venue, or one of her many war injuries.

She is exceptionally popular to both normal Martians and the Military as a whole. Her actions against the Pirates situated in the Asteroid Belt during the Wars later stages earned her many titles from both the Emperor and Imperial Parliament. It also gave her an image as perhaps the planets foremost protector- to say nothing of the lineage on her Mothers side.

However that popularity swiftly ends when not accounting for 'actual' Martian citizens(Lunite and Venusian auxiliaries aside). Being one of the symbolic top dogs of Mars naturally makes her an enemy of those who oppose the Empire as a whole. While the hostility is far from bloody or open, she is directly opposed to certain. . . elements within the military, as well.

In general her record is as good as it can get, and is squeaky clean. Whatever you may say about her tendencies or overbearing nature, she's a legitimately pure person. Having a autocratic and insanely powerful Mother has its own merits and demerits, but regardless she likes to keep her distance.

ZIMS-01 Redcoat Custom - "Companion"

Unit Appearance

With the reduction of its L-Type Titanium armor, the Companion as a whole has taken on a much more streamlined look. Even so it has a legitimately Knightly look to it- the Companions paintjob is an extremely light blue with pure white accents. It also uses a Frog-Mouth helm to protect the Redcoats very vulnerable head from the stresses of her style of combat. Occasionally a sensor will flash through the visor, giving it a menacing look that contrasts the Companions 'Shinning Knight' image. Its Nanocarbon shield is the same light blue with a pure white rose at its center, Sheena's personal household emblem.

Technical Details

Accommodation: Pilot Only, standard three-screen cockpit in torso
Dimensions: 18 Meters High
Powerplant: Medium-output Wilberforce Reactor
Equipment and Design Features:

•Modular Construction
While still a 'custom' design, the Companion is still fundamentally almost entirely made up of the same hardware found in mass production models. It still uses the simple and reliable Redcoat chassis at its core. Repairs are cheap and easy, simply drawing from the same parts used in common Mobile Suits. Additionally, it has been generally retrofitted to be more in line with modern advances, including its reactor. As one would expect it is also capable of making use of any equipment found on its normal counterparts.

•Limited Liten Armor
The Companion makes use of the same basic L-Type Titanium plating as the original Redcoat. Its presence on the Companion is more limited, operating off the premise its Nanocarbon shield is sufficient protection from a great deal of frontal assaults. As such, most of the Liten armor is focused around areas the shield can't as easily protect.

•Manual Override System
Nothing more than a basic software modification, this removes the limiters placed on a Mobile Suit. The increase in both speed and maneuverability is significant. It is also generally insane, as such limitations are installed for the pilots safety. Not even the hardy Venusian's use this modification, given how suicidal it is. Yet, the Princess' enhanced body can take it. Mostly. While not trivially engaged, Manual Override is something she frequently uses. Combined with her reckless tactics, she frequently returned from battle a bloody mess over the wars course. It also earned her a terrifying reputation when used alongside her modified WIG system.

•Triple Engine Boost System
The Companion has been fitted with a variant of the "Tommy Commander Type" backpack booster system. Modified to accommodate the Princess' wishes, the modified boost system focuses on sustainability. With a near constant increase in thruster power it even has the ability to sustain unassisted(albeit limited) flight within atmosphere. However the raw power found within the former 'Emergency Boost System' has been diminished to avoid overheating.

Weapons and Combat Capabilities

•Collapsing Pike-Lance(W/Heckler 90mm Rifle)
A collapsing pike-lance fitted with a nanocarbon blade and a telescopic shaft made of plasteel. In its extended form its long reach makes it ideal for charges, thrusts, and various spear techniques. In its collapsed form it could be used like a hatchet or a tomahawk to slash and hack. It features a shortened Heckler 90mm Bullpup Rifle on its underside (with a thirty round magazine). Usually it is loaded with armor piercing rounds to shred enemies at close range- however this can lead to over penetration.

•Nanocarbon β Shield
Physically carried in hand by the Companion is a lightweight but fairly large Heater shield. Made of Nanocarbon Beta, it is impervious to all but the highest caliber Powder weapons. With the addition of kinetic dampeners and heat resistant coating, it can give a good account of itself against virtually any kind of attack. Though a shield, it is just a valid weapon as anything else within Sheena's arsenal and she uses it as such. It can be fixed onto her arm more sturdily with a magnet, but this limits its offensive uses.

•WIG Tri-Missile Pod x2
The WIG is a self-contained wire guided missile launcher pod containing three missiles each. Two can be fitted to the flat tops of the Redcoat's shoulders. WIG missiles use a manual guidance system where the pilot can direct and correct their course while in flight, staying connected to the mobile suit via wires that uncoil from their launchers while in flight.

In Sheena's case, she does not use them offensively. Rather, she uses its HE munitions to propel her own Mobile Suit in various directions mid-combat. It is her iconic style that allows for unheard of burst maneuverability that even 'Emergency Boost' can't hope to match. It, however, is an insane maneuver even most Ace Pilots can't think to pull off, let alone survive.

•30mm Vulcan/Flashbang Launcher:
Built into one side of the Companion's head(opposite of its Lance hand) is a multi-barreled vulcan gun, capable of firing 30mm rounds in deafening sprays. Though not effective against mobile suit armor it can be used to shoot down incoming projectiles or for shredding smaller more lightly armored targets. On the other side of the Companion's head is a low-caliber automatic grenade launcher that fires flashbangs. This blinds the visual sensors of enemy mobile suits, useful for escape or combat itself.
Put simply, the Companion brings out the true potential and strengths of the Redcoat. Speed, agility, melee power, simple but hardy design, and ease of maintenance.

Unfortunately, its weakness' have been emphasized just the same. It is fundamentally not a well rounded unit, and moreover is simply too old- updates or not. In an era when so called 'Gundams' are threatening to put even the Tommy Commander into the dustbin, the Redcoat is counting hours, not days.

Sheena uses the Companion aggressively and without much regard to the damage she may take, let alone the unit. Practically anything on it can be replaced or repaired rather easily(An exception found within the shield, but not excessively so). There were failed attempts at installing an ejection system, but she ended up finding ways to weaponize it.

It also lacks heavy ordinance of any kind, and seriously lacks any sort of firepower beyond medium range. Even in the case of medium ranged combat, it's still a unit fundamentally designed for melee. This aligns with her thoughts on limiting collateral damage, but can leave her with some serious vulnerabilities. Of course, this is a moot point if she closes distance, which the Companion is designed to do.

Technical History

The Companion as a concept is purely just a modified Redcoat, updated through the years for Sheena's personal use. It cannot be limited to a specific line, model, or even individual Mobile Suit. It's closer to the concept of being 'the Redcoat she is using at the given time'. She has a few spares, and certainly has a salvage and repair crew on hand to recover whichever one shes using after a given combat. They tend to break, or get broken, depending on how you look at it.

A tall gentleman, standing roughly six feet, whose once-youthful features have steadily become touched by the withering hand of time, despite the attentions of Martian geneticists. With sharp features, aquiline nose, and deep warm brown eyes, the aging officer had fancied himself quite the looker in his youth, though now his dark hair has begun to fade with age and the stress of his position. His typical dress is the uniform of his office, with all the finery and dignity one might expect of so high ranking a Martian officer.

-Loyal
-Stoic
-Fair
-Harsh
-Dour

From my father, I learned patience, and of strength to bear the heavy burdens of life as they fall by the grace of God. To persevere and work with skill and cunning, a lesson taken from my Grandfather. My mother taught me of compassion, and to wield forgiveness hand in hand with the rod. It was my Grandmother who gave me the wisdom to use both in their proper measure. Through the years of my life I have had many teachers, as all men do, and I am thankful that I was so blessed to have ones who knew well what it means to be virtuous. When first I went to work with my father in the mines, I learned fast that mine would not be so easy, or even fair, as the ones lead by those I now call my peers. Yet even still, here I sit within my quarters, orbiting the adoptive world of mankind by will of the Emperor himself. The lessons I learned in my youth upon Venus helped me to reach so glorious heights, as well as the many which came in time from many fine men, and some who were less so. Even now I remember the words of my superior officers, who broke and beat me as though I were a wild stallion from ancient Earth, molding my body in the crucible of combat and discipline. A boy of sixteen years left his home, dissatisfied with what fortune had seen fit to give him upon sweet Venus, and was made a man by the hands of Father Mars.
Through years of toil, duty, and war I earned the privilege of rank and all that came with it, and in time Father Mars came to see me as one of his own children. Pirates, dissenters, upstart nobles, all foes of the Empire I have gladly faced in my decades of service to my fellow man and the Emperor. Bloody work as it was, it has taught me much of the nature of my fellow men, their anxieties and fears, and the cruelties we might visit upon one another. The subtler arts of intrigue and politic became known to me in time, and I bless the memory of dear Captain Holtzman for his lessons in so frustrating fields of war. Without his guidance, I surely would have died broken upon the rocky shores of ambition and intrigue, rather than leave a score of my foes there to rot in ignoble positions. Such was his fate, God rest his soul, to die piloting the Oliver when he should have lived to succeed me. But such is the risk we take in our profession, one which becomes ever greater with the implementation of these mobile suits. I am reminded of when the snarling, hound-faced fiend attacked our ship and sent many a man to cold death in the ether. But such things I will not dwell on here, and instead pray for those men and the families they left behind. Now I have been again blessed with the chance to serve my own kinsmen, as well as my Empire in the capacity of Military Governor of Venus. The civillian governor's ignorance or worse yet, incompetence, has lead to great divisions within my home, which I hope to mend with my tenure. May God grant me the strength and wisdom to undertake this task, and guard the Empire from enemies within and without.
-Excerpt from the collected writings and ruminations of Governor Marcus Engan.

Oration: Decades of crawling his way through the political quagmire of Mars and her colonies has given Governor Engan a rapier wit and skilled tongue, with which he has curried many favors and gained allies within the upper echelons of Martian society. In his position as Military Governor, it shall be an invaluable skill when addressing the people of his homeworld and in talks to ease the tension within the Empire.

Naval Strategy: From a simple ship's mate to commanding his own fleet, Marcus Engan knows well the ins and outs of naval combat within the void of space. Slow, calculated, and graceful, one cannot afford to make mistakes in position or timing. Ships, mobile suits, and marines all have their place in void warfare, and Marcus Engan is familiar with them all.

Veteran Combatant: Unlike many of his current peers and subordinates, Governor Engan has been veteran of dozens of conflicts across the Empire. Since he was a youth working aboard military vessels he has time and again needed to do or die in the midst of combat, in quite the literal sense. Though never trained to pilot mobile suits, the more traditional role of a marine and ship-to-ship combat is one with which he has been very familiar.

Administrator: The duty of commanding fleets, let alone planets, has given the Governor great experience in the day to day operations, logistics, and needs of running such a well oiled (if cumbersome) machine.

Miniature Enthusiast: Now that Governor Engan has begun to slip into his later years, he tries to find time for hobbies. Chief of which are models and displays of all sorts. Ships, mobile suits, even entire armies deployed upon hand-crafted battlefields, it is a time consuming yet fulfilling distraction which Marcus believes keeps him sharp.

Officer's Sidearm- A beautifully crafted and well kept, if simple, .357 revolver that has served Marcus well through many years of service.

Long-knife- Given to Marcus as part of his first dress uniform in the navy, this blade has seen much in the years he has carried it. Though largely ceremonial, one cannot deny the effectiveness of such a tool in the enclosed spaces of a ship in the midst of combat. In his day, no marine or sailor worth their salt would step foot into port on shore-leave without their trusty blade close at hand.

Miniature Elemental Printer- A small gift from the Emperor himself (or signed by him at least) upon Egan's appointment to Military Governor. This lovely device allows Marcus to indulge in his hobby of miniatures and painting, producing all manner of quaint objects for his amusement.

Decades of service have made Marcus Engan one of the most seasoned and veteran officers in the Emperor's service, a student of war and strategy who has schooled scores of students in these same arts. However, even with the vitality and youth provided to a man his age through Martian genecrafting, time and the rigors of combat have certainly taken their toll on his body. Equally competent leading from the bridge of a ship or within a command tent as he is in the heat of combat with fellow defenders of Mars. Though recognizing their importance in a ever changing battlefield, the piloting of mobile suits is a skill which the old war dog has declined to learn.

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