NAME: Gunn, Margarette (Maggie)
CALLSIGN: RAVEN
FACTION: UEE
ORGANIZATION: 101st MAF
RANK: 2nd LT.
MAS KILLS: 33 (ACE)

AGE: 32
SEX: Female
WEIGHT: 68kg
HEIGHT: 1.8M
ORIGIN: Scotland
DEMEANOR: Wild-Card, Cold, Dedicated

ARMOR: Minimal Pa-1 Scout armor

TRAINING: Artillery and munitions handling
Hand to hand, CQC
Marksmanship skills training
Basic field medic training
Flight training
Espionage
Interrogation
Advanced tactics training
HUD module operations and systems management

PERSONAL RECORD:
Margarette is a bit of a mystery. Her records on her personal background prior to her enlistment into the 101st Infantry have been completely scrubbed, and are not accessible without the highest of clearance levels within the Coalition. Maggie is an independent contractor, a mercenary for higher. She comes highly recommended by her superiors, who overlook her uncontrollable behavior in favor of her effectiveness on the battlefield. She is extremely intelligent, manipulative, and highly motivated. She lives to be a pilot, and a well paid one at that. The 101st have been directed by the UEE to only deploy Maggie when absolutely necessary, though there is hardly ever a shortage of work that is suitable for her skillsets. She is an elite pilot, an absolute machine, albeit a reckless one at times.
It has been rumored that Maggie is clairvoyant, or able to see briefly into the immediate future, and one would have to wonder if it weren't in fact true having seen her on the battlefield, but she adamantly denies these accusations. She attributes her success on the field to her extensive training and dedicated lifestyle. Her numerous sorties and mission success would corroborate this as well.

PSYCOLOGICAL EVALUATION:
Emotionally detached, Margarette has been found as being cold and unpredictable. She shows signs of delusion, and also suffers from Manic Bipolar disorder with extreme mood differentiation. She is highly manipulative, and is considered to be very intelligent, thus making her a threat to others. She has no concept of remorse for her actions, nor shows any signs of sympathy.
Maggie sometimes suffers from a condition that is known as being "Blood Drunk", completely immersed in battle and oblivious to anything outside of an ever growing thirst for carnage and destruction, causing massive amounts of collateral damage in her wake. This has only happened to her on three separate occasions, each of which took place in extreme engagements, and when she was finally subdued/found, she was muttering to herself incoherently in a fit of raged out psychosis.




>>: MERITS/INFRACTIONS:
>>: 101ST-INFANTRY-MAF:
>>: DISPATCH-CODE: 7144679-75997
>>: DATALOGUE:
--/--/----: Conduct unbecoming
--/--/----: Conduct unbecoming
--/--/----: Conduct unbecoming
--/--/----: Hazing
--/--/----: Conduct unbecoming
--/--/----: Conduct unbecoming
--/--/----: Outstanding Merit
--/--/----: AWOL
--/--/----: Outstanding Merit
--/--/----: Conduct unbecoming
--/--/----: Conduct unbecoming
--/--/----: Outstanding Valor
--/--/----: AWOL
--/--/----: Direct Disobedience
--/--/----: Conduct unbecoming
--/--/----: Curfew Infraction
--/--/----: Conduct unbecoming
--/--/----: Outstanding Valor
--/--/----: Outstanding Valor

CHASIS: Medium
HEIGHT: 3.9m / 12'8"
DESIGNATION: SOC
ROLE: Rapid Response - CQC, Close to Medium range engagements, Infantry, Armored Vehicles.

DESCRIPTION: The MKII-MARAUDER-SOC is a Rapid-Response Special Operations Custom MAS, specifically designed to engage multiple infantry units and armored vehicles, MAS-to-MAS CQC utilizing a mixture ranged and hand to hand weapons systems. The MKII has extended jump capabilities and can hover for short amounts of time, but cannot sustain flight without additional Utility systems. The MKII is a versatile, medium weight chassis, that can be outfitted with many different payloads, but it is not suited for larger weapons over 125mm.
This particular MAS has been outfitted with a special coating that further fortifies its stealth capabilities. Stabilizing systems have been tailored to Maggie's enhanced reflex times, and MAS directly connect to data-jack behind her ear, providing a neural connection between herself and the MAS.

PRIMARY 1: MAMS - Multi-Acquisitioning-Missile-System: Can house several different missile and warhead types, smart bombs that can guide themselves to impact, and cluster bombs to blanket an area of ground (particularly devastating to tanks and infantry.
PRIMARY 2: XD227 Plasma Shotgun (Hybrid) - Rifle produces shotgun like charges that explode on impact, with unparalleled penetrating power. Rifle is also capable of overcharging as well, that creates grenade charges that are devastating to armored units and MAS alike.
SECONDARY 1: Talon-XRD (Retrieval Device) - A super tensile cable housed in this MAS's right arm that can be launched and retracted, as a grappling hook, either into stationary terrain and objects, or directly to an enemy MAS. This is particularly useful when paired with a follow up power blow with her plasma edged sword.
Smaller objects such as tanks can be slung when tethered as well, causing havoc and chaos to infantry units on the battlefield. Talon is always equipped and can be fired with primary in hand, pulling the MAS, and it's barrel straight to it's target for maximum effect.
SECONDARY2: Plasma Edged Blade - One handed, full length high carbon blade with plasma edge that can be used with or without, to conserve energy when needed. Housed on right hip.

HEAVY: 50mm Salvo Cannon (HPK 5 Round Reload)

SYSTEMS:

Smart-Target AI:Upgrade to the standard MAS computer with a Smart Targeting AI, this MAS can rapidly acquire multiple targets simultaneously, making 'blind firing' more accurate and providing her an edge in close ranged combat.

Sonar Stakes: Special stakes are attached to the MAS's legs, and when deployed, drive themselves into the ground, both locking the MAS to the ground, and providing a detection distance 5 times that of the standard MAS. Note that it cannot be used in Space, and can only detect targets on the ground

Stealth Drive: Stealth Drives allows this MAS to remain hidden from most scanning and targeting modules, and removes most of the MAS's emissions at the cost of a small amount of maximum thrust. It does not however protect the MAS from visual recognition.

Countermeasures:Flares (5x5)

Salvator Rasch: Embittered posthuman veteran of revolutionary wars increasingly finding himself in what appears to be the squad's leadership position.

Echo: Multi-bodied cybernetic coral colony weapons platform psychologically geared towards precision obedience of commands and horrific explosive force.

Kleo: Human ex-special forces member providing most of the humour and questionable attitudes towards nonhumans on top of sheer contempr of the ethereal.

Ilshar: Rotting-corpse-fungoid ex-terrorist, as cunning and ruthless as he is blessed by perverse forces from beyond the visual spectrum.

Alice: Voidborne sharpshooter proficient of both precise aim and stealthy sorceries, recently keeping wounded allies alive as well.

King: The squad's newest member; a living supernatural construct once human now rendered as merely a mind trapped in a high-tech prison.

Born in the year 4150, Plako Delsin was only alive for five minutes. According to the official records of the Dolsilvec Foundation there was a birth certificate and a death certificate registered for Plako Delsin approximately five minutes apart. Assuming one could find Delsin’s real name and establish the existence of these records one would be led to believe that Plako Delsin had died shortly after birth. The birth certificate would feature only the name’s Jane and John Doe as mother and father. And that was only if one could find any hint of a trail to that which Delsin himself had buried years ago.

The circumstances of Delsin’s birth were immoral at best and certainly unsanctioned. A pet project of a high ranking military official and a disgraced researcher searching for a chance to turn their career around resulted in an artificially inseminated baby which had been genetically modified to increase tolerance and enhance potential in regards to ether with a preference for Oneiric Chasm energy. For the first five years Delsin lived in a solitary room attended only by researchers and armed guards in a facility where no one would treat him like anything other than an object. Military tutors were brought in to at least ensure the boy was socialized and intelligent enough to serve should the project succeed.

Unfortunately, after five years of extensive testing through various means it was becoming obvious that Delsin’s body exhibited no signs of ethereal connection to the Oneiric Chasm. The project was considered a failure and Delsin was to be disposed of and the lead researcher terminated to tie up any connection to the ranking officer who had instigated the program.

Not one to give up, the man responsible for Delsin’s creation orchestrated a break out of himself and the child before either command could be carried out. With no allies at hand and no one to turn to there was no other choice but for the two to flee into OSLF territory. A risky escape and an unsanctioned landing resulted in only Delsin’s survival upon his arrival to one of the many black cities forming the backbone of the OSLF. Five years old, barely aware of the world and what it held, hardly having met more than twenty people and having actually spoken with far fewer, the odds that Delsin would survive were astoundingly low.

Pressure forms diamonds, and Delsin was a diamond in the rough. The hard life he found himself in created a man who went to any length for his own survival and was above nothing to ensure he’d breathe a little longer. For the first few years Delsin lived little better than an animal, feasting on scraps and fighting to survive. He shunned any authority and refused to abide by any command. Until one day Delsin was pummeled into the dirt and left within an inch of death by a shop owner who he’d been attempting to steal some food from.

Bleeding and broken in an alleyway was where he was found by a local group of gun runners. At first they planned to move on after checking his pockets and finding nothing of value but a sympathetic member who one would easily identify as the runt of the group pleaded the boy's case. Perhaps it was actual sympathy or perhaps just opportunism. Either way from the point on Delsin was shown a different side of authority. They may have saved his life that day but it certainly wasn’t out of kindness. As a small boy Delsin could fit into places that others could not and quickly became of use to the group for a variety of reasons big and small.

For years the gun runners dragged Delsin along as an unwilling member of their outfit. For the first couple Delsin resisted when possible but eventually the abuse and punishment for disobedience taught him how to keep his head down and do as he was told. As Delsin grew older and neared his teen years he quickly began to bulk up making it harder or downright impossible to do the same jobs he’d done for the crew before. It was quickly becoming obvious as time went on that his usefulness to the gunrunners was drying up as quickly as it’d come and the winds were starting to change. Before long it was clear Delsin was seen as more of a burden but given his knowledge of the crew members and their operations they couldn’t merely cut him loose. This left him in a tenuous situation in which the crew seemed to view him with silent contempt but tolerated his existence.

Then, when he was at the age of thirteen, they tried to kill him. An incident resulting in the loss of supplies was pinned on Delsin, although it was clear he’d actually had nothing to do with it. It was also clear that they didn’t care, it was likely that maybe there’d never been an incident. Delsin never cared to verify if there was. They had decided they no longer needed the dead weight around and found a convenient excuse to shed it. And so it was there that things changed, in a tiny back room surrounded by the men and women Delsin had worked alongside as boot after boot rained down upon his body and his vision and hearing faded and dulled and the pain grew into a distant dull throb.

A sudden shockwave of ether as Delsin’s latent abilities finally manifested. The blows quickly lost any real force and drew to a stop as the assailants found themselves harmlessly floating in the air as gravity around Delsin’s body was distorted. In a bloody haze Delsin could barely tell what was going on, only that he was no longer under attack and as such used the opportunity to retaliate as he roared in anger and seemed to will into existence a miasma of ethereal energy that permeated the room. To this day Delsin can’t remember the full extent of what happened in that room, only that when he was found to be the only survivor on scene it was reported that a massive outbreak of ethereal energy related to the Abyssic plane had warped the surrounding matter and killed or consumed countless people in the area.

Delsin died that day, at least as far as he was concerned. Swallowed up in that accident or never having existed at all, didn’t really matter to him. He’d gotten a few good things from running with the gun runners, one of those was a collection of old earth westerns that one of the crew members had scored when tossing a rival compound. They’d been digitized and stored on a data stick that he’d let Delsin borrow and it was one of the few things Delsin had managed to keep when it all fell apart. One of the more prominent names featured throughout the media was Jesse James, an ole western outlaw who’d been legendary as far as Delsin was concerned. He decided from that day on he would call himself Jesse James as well, to embody the outlaw spirit of answering to no one and taking care of himself.

Over the next decade Delsin slowly became Jesse, his newfound skills from his time with the gunrunners as well as his newfound ethereal abilities allowed him to stabilize his life underground a little more. From common thief to well known local trigger man by the age of twenty. Jesse’s life still wasn’t by any means nice but he’d certainly started carving out some semblance of a routine and a place to call his own. With time, age, and experience the jobs only grew bigger and more serious as well. Jesse never really cared to take allegiance to any one contractor or faction or organization, preferring his role as a freelance operative who answered to only himself. Throughout his early twenties he took advantage of the unstable nature of OSFL space to play whichever side of the field suited his fancy at the time. As a young naive operator at what he thought was the height of the game he didn’t really care why he did what he did, he merely cared about money and the job.

But as time passed and the stakes grew it began to get harder and harder for Jesse to ignore the reality of the political instability of the OSFL. Jesse never considered himself a political person and was quite lacking in the subject of galactic history and politics but at the urging of a trusted associate he took a side. At the age of twenty-five Jesse started operating under a different alias for a group specifically aligned with the OSFL carrying out operations against the growing threat of the larger political players in the game.

For the next twenty-five years Jesse fought enemies of the OSFL on various fronts through a variety of means under a menagerie of aliases. The only constants in his life were conflict of some sort, cramped cruddy living conditions, and his trusted friend. For twenty-five years Jesse and his associate fought together to uphold the ideals of the OSFL, for twenty-five years Jesse trusted the man to watch his back. After twenty-five years of doing just that, he shot Jesse in the back, quite literally.

It was in the year forty-two hundred when Jesse found himself back on familiar turf attempting to assist in the defense of the black city he’d started it all on. It was grueling fighting that seemed to finally be taking a turn for the better when chaos erupted at the arrival of actual NATO units and allies. Jesse was never the one that really understood who was who and why they did what they did, that was his partner’s job. And so Jesse never did understand exactly what it was that made him pull the trigger in that moment. It was a shot that changed everything, destroying the lower vertebrae in Jesse’s spine and leaving him paralyzed on the ground as his position was overrun. Over the following days of chaos Jesse remembers only hazy patches. No explanation was given by his betrayer and his whereabouts were a mystery.

It’s likely Jesse would have laid there amongst the rubble unable to move until death came for him. But someone had other plans, someone who’d kept tabs on Jesse since the day he’d escaped. Jesse remained buried and broken for a few days at least as the local situation required time to simmer off and calm down but a covert rescue mission was soon carried out by none other than the high ranking Dolsilvec from before. Jesse was rescued and subsequently returned to captivity, referred to as Delsin which he vehemently refused to acknowledge, and stuck once more into a room to be studied.

For years after Jesse was kept as a lab rat, confined and kept top secret, cut off from the world he had no idea of what happened to his home or any part of his life prior. They kept him as informationally devoid as possible until finally after 10 years of imprisonment an unknown official with the Yrrkradians sat him down and explained the situation and gave him a choice.

Jesse was never supposed to exist for that matter the official stance of the government was that he should be disposed of. The Dolsilvec who had been responsible for the whole ordeal had already been tried and executed since the Dolsilvec Foundation had become a protectorate under the Yrrkradian Empire. As such Jesse was now the responsibility of the Yrrkradian Empire and their official stance was to dispose of him. Fortunately opportunity found its way to knock once more as Jesse was offered the chance to further assist in Yrrkradian military operations and strategic research due to his extensive history of combat and the origins of his abilities, Yrrkradia officially didn’t want to acknowledge his existence but unofficially saw no point in wasting his potential.

Undergoing a string of experimental surgeries that resulted in Jesse’s first augmentations resulted in the curing of Jesse’s paralysis but also in the replacement of his spine, hips, and everything from their down. Part of Jesse was horrified but it was either paralysis and death or this. For the next nineteen years Jesse participated in the Veiled Wars as an agent of the Yrrkradian Empire with various degrees of success. Between operations Jesse was treated like a lab rat, constantly experimenting and testing the limits of his abyssic ethereal abilities and attempting to find ways to enhance and coordinate his augmentations with those abilities.

When the Veiled Wars sparked into open conflict Jesse was forced to the forefront time and time again due to his effectiveness and efficiency. With each success came another mission and even his failures just resulted in augmentation to repair or replace whatever was damaged before throwing him back into the field. By the time a ceasefire was finally drafted Jesse was more machine than man and had fought in nearly every possible major conflict that Yrrkradia could shove him into. Jesse was eighty-three, but looking at him you’d think he looked only forty-five, at least looking at the parts of him that were still human. Although he looked young, and although his augmentations and experimental enhancements kept his vitality strong and his mind young, he still mentally felt old. Eighty something years of nonstop conflict took a toll on a man’s mind regardless of how much technology tried to offset that.

And so after The Reckoning of Empires Jesse attempted to scuttle off into some hidden corner of space where no one knew of him and disappear. He was relatively successful, the Yrrkradian Empire having no idea where he’d gone or how he’d done so, but they weren’t the only one that had been perhaps keeping an eye on him and on a man like Jesse retirement just doesn’t seem to fit well.